the sandwich story
http://yuletidetreasure.org/archive/66/sandwichstory.html

this one almost makes me cry.

Calvin grows up.

"Hobbes," Calvin says thoughtfully, perched on the sharply slanted roof outside his bedroom window. "Have you always been around?"

Well, that's completely depressing. Calvin grows up, little by little. Hobbes maybe does.

"Hobbes," Calvin says thoughtfully, perched on the sharply slanted roof outside his bedroom window. "Have you always been around?"

WAH. '"Hobbes," Calvin says thoughtfully, perched on the sharply slanted roof outside his bedroom window. "Have you always been around?"'

:C

"Hobbes," Calvin says thoughtfully, perched on the sharply slanted roof outside his bedroom window. "Have you always been around?"

"Hobbes," Calvin says thoughtfully, perched on the sharply slanted roof outside his bedroom window. "Have you always been around?"

Summary: In which Merlin dreams, and sometimes, his dreams come true.

[The first few lines are clunkers, but read on. The story is very grand, shot through with what's to come. And the last bit is killer.] HThere’s silence, and then they’re alone with a corpse between them, breathing hard. They’re still both holding their swords. Arthur is not king yet, and Merlin is but a servant, but the moment feels worn, threadbare, already lived-in, and Merlin wants to sink into it, and wants to escape it at the same time. Past and present and future melt together, for a moment.

In which Merlin dreams, and sometimes, his dreams come true.

There is a kingdom, its name stuff of legend, never to be forgotten. There is a sword, its name almost as famous, but that has only just begun. There is a king, and there is a magician, but sometimes they’re just boys, just a prince and a servant.

“You think I could see the future?” Merlin asks out of the sudden, and Gaius raises his eyebrows at him. “Probably. We can never tell for sure, with your powers.” He indicates he should stir harder, and points at the next herb he should use. “The real issue here, Merlin, is whether you would want to.” Merlin frowns, stirs too hard and has to start all over again. The answer is no, he doesn’t really want to, but that doesn’t seem to be an option.

merlin dreams prophesy.

Merlin dreams.

用一個又一個梅林的夢來寫出Authurian legend的未來，預知夢的形式很適合這種英國古老傳說。 最後一句又是甜到後來給你補個一刀。

In which Merlin dreams, and sometimes, his dreams come true. A fic which leaps from vision to vision, so you're not quite sure what's happening, but there's a common thread of plot running through that's keeping you there.

""Making notations for future generations," Merlin clarified and turned back to his sentence; …makes twice as much mess as the usual spell. Arthur scoffed. "No, Merlin," Arthur told him, reading over the remark, "That's just you." "Says you," Merlin muttered, thinking of socks on the floor and chairs strewn with sweaty, muddy shirts. Arthur plucked the pen from his hand then and wrote beneath Merlin's note: Do not believe this. Merlin is hopelessly messy. You should see his room. Merlin cried, "Hey!" and snatched back his pen. Arthur looked entirely too smug. And this was how it began."

Books are defaced. But it's all for a good cause. Really.

Arthur had written, 'I am the crown prince. You will not tell me what to do,' beneath Merlin's red underlines. Merlin wrote, 'It's my book.' Arthur followed up with, 'It's in my drawer,' to which Merlin retorted, 'Then write on your drawers.' In response to this Arthur drew a pair of women's underwear with an arrow pointing to them reading, 'Merlin's.' Merlin rolled his eyes and imagined that Arthur had probably been extremely proud of himself for that one. Merlin wrote, 'Spell for Turning Arthur into a Woman,' and then the incantation beneath. He should have seen it coming, Merlin decided, the next day when he saw that Arthur had crossed out Arthur, written Merlin above it and then followed up with 'NOT REQUIRED BECAUSE HE'S ALREADY ONE. '

Merlin's suspicions that his artwork was atrocious were confirmed when he found a note several days later, printed in pencil, beneath his diagram. It read: (1) Never draw again, unless this is illustrating some hellish creature in which case congratulations on effectively conveying the horror of its appearance. (2) If I find this book open and lying on your bed for all to see one more time I will put laxatives in your soup. (3) STOP WRITING IN THIS BOOK.

This is a very useful spell, Merlin wrote. He formed the letters carefully, small so he could write more later, if he needed to, and did not at all wonder if he was going to get in trouble or be cursed or something for writing in the margins of an ancient spell book.

Merlin and Arthur's relationship played out through Merlin's magic book. Rated:PG-13ish

The corners of Spencer’s mouth quirk into a smirk. “You were about to fuck him, weren’t you? Wow, just imagine waking up the next morning and then realizing he’s Urie’s son.” Jon’s chuckle is deeply amused, and Ryan hates both of them a little. “No,” Jon inserts, “even better than Ryan’s face: Imagine Urie’s reaction to Ryan fucking his son.” Ryan’s about to come up with a sharp retort when he pauses and rewinds. Urie’s reaction. Urie’s reaction to Ryan fucking his son. Urie’s reaction to Ryan fucking his son and then throwing that son out, leaving him humiliated and angry. Thomas Urie would be furious.

Jon’s chuckle is deeply amused, and Ryan hates both of them a little. “No,” Jon inserts, “even better than Ryan’s face: Imagine Urie’s reaction to Ryan fucking his son.”

Cruel Intentions meets Romeo & Juliet meets the summary of a Mills & Boon novel. Consider yourself suitably warned and be prepared to suspend your disbelief.

Cruel Intentions meets Romeo & Juliet meets the summary of a Mills & Boon novel. Consider yourself suitably warned and be prepared to suspend your disbelief. 68,000 wds

Ryan’s about to come up with a sharp retort when he pauses and rewinds. Urie’s reaction. Urie’s reaction to Ryan fucking his son. Urie’s reaction to Ryan fucking his son and then throwing that son out, leaving him humiliated and angry. Thomas Urie would be furious.

Ryan wants revenge and then falls in love.

AU where Ryan is the son of a ruined businessman and Brendan is the son of he magnate who ruined him. Ryan plans revenge, but finds himself in love. Shenanigans and sex ensue. The story is melodramatic but the writing is lovely, funny, sometimes angsty. About 68,000 words.

Cruel Intentions meets Romeo & Juliet meets the summary of a Mills & Boon novel

The corners of Spencer’s mouth quirk into a smirk. “You were about to fuck him, weren’t you? Wow, just imagine waking up the next morning and then realizing he’s Urie’s son.” Jon’s chuckle is deeply amused, and Ryan hates both of them a little. “No,” Jon inserts, “even better than Ryan’s face: Imagine Urie’s reaction to Ryan fucking his son.” Ryan’s about to come up with a sharp retort when he pauses and rewinds. Urie’s reaction. Urie’s reaction to Ryan fucking his son. Urie’s reaction to Ryan fucking his son and then throwing that son out, leaving him humiliated and angry. Thomas Urie would be furious.

The corners of Spencer’s mouth quirk into a smirk. “You were about to fuck him, weren’t you? Wow, just imagine waking up the next morning and then realizing he’s Urie’s son.”

How in his tenth year of rule King Arthur chose a man to take the role of Court's Magician, and how Arthur made his decision.

Or, How in his tenth year of rule King Arthur chose a man to take the role of Court's Magician, and how Arthur made his decision.

The one where King Arthur interviews candidates for the post of Court Magician.

13,750 words How in his tenth year of rule King Arthur chose a man to take the role of Court's Magician, and how Arthur made his decision.

[Merlin] had been obnoxious, and always disrespectful, but also brave as any knight-with dark hair and mesmerizing eyes. Of course, the latter qualities had little bearing on Merlin's skill as a warlock, but they still wrought a surprising amount of influence in Arthur's fantasies.

Merlin/Arthur, implied other pairings. Futurefic. 13,750 words or thereabouts. Warnings for explicit content and blatant disregard for both Arthurian legend and historical accuracy. (I love this fandom.) How in his tenth year of rule King Arthur chose a man to take the role of Court's Magician, and how Arthur made his decision.

Normally I wouldn't link to merlin/arthur fic, but this is something special in that it's actually quite good.

in which merlin accidentally turns himself into a girl for a few days, because sometimes these things just happen.

Merlin accidentally turns himself into a girl. Short and sweet.

Girl!Merlin

Wherein Merlin accidentally turns himself into a girl. "Apparently, unknown to Merlin thus far, 'you look nice' in Arthur speak is in fact code for 'I would like to sneak down to your chambers at night and do all sorts of filthy things to you and your new ladyparts'. And apparently, also unknown to Merlin, when he replies with 'bugger off', he actually means 'I am surprisingly okay with that, and Christ, please do that thing with your tongue again, don't stop now'."

"Merlin," he says, loudly and accusingly, eyes wide, "you've got tits!"

Gauis looks at Merlin, and for the first time since Merlin woke up missing a Y chromosone, doesn't do a double-take. Merlin grins at him. "Well done, thank you, what did you do, what worked in the end? Thank you!" he says, all in a rush. He resists the urge to cup himself through the cloth of his trousers, as though to demonstrate that he's all back to normal, but doesn't quite manage to stop himself from gesturing somewhat gleefully to his crotch.

"I think, uh. I think I have a bit of a problem," Merlin begins.

Apparently, unknown to Merlin thus far, 'you look nice' in Arthur speak is in fact code for 'I would like to sneak down to your chambers at night and do all sorts of filthy things to you and your new ladyparts'.

R hiatus breaks with weddings and babies! i like that this seems so very real. lots of fear and desire to not change anything, because it's new and scary. i like that.

[40,000 words // R ] Set a little while in the future. The band takes a break and Brendon gets bored. Spencer goes with him.

Set a little while in the future. The band takes a break and Brendon gets bored. Spencer goes with him.

Title: Don't cut your hair (Do you think it's gonna make him change?) Panic at the Disco, Spencer/Brendon (Ryan/Keltie, Jon/Cassie) 40,000 words, R. Summary: Set a little while in the future. The band takes a break and Brendon gets bored. Spencer goes with him.

Set a little while in the future. The band takes a break and Brendon gets bored. Spencer goes with him. Four parts linked.

Set a little while in the future. The band takes a break and Brendon gets bored. Spencer goes with him. Spencer/Brendon (Ryan/Keltie, Jon/Cassie) 40,000 words

"I mean, it’s Brendon. Can you really imagine him getting all Justin Timberlake without us?" Ryan threw himself down on the couch. "Yes," he said miserably. "Since the first time I heard him sing in your garage I’ve been able to imagine exactly that."

Brendon/Spencer. R. Futurefic. Ryan gets married, Jon has a kid, and the band is on hiatus. I really enjoy the dynamic between all the guys and girls here. In particular, the way this handles the various reactions to Brendon's new material is excellent, and then as the story progresses, I like that it really takes the time to explore how Spencer and Brendon navigate this new relationship. It feels very honest, very convincing, and also all completely necessary. It's been a while since a fic has left me feeling truly satisfied by the end and not wondering what happened to one or two loose ends.

Like all stories there are two sides, and this is the other: “There was once boy Merlin came to the court to ensnare the prince in his grasp, for he was an evil wizard, determined to destroy all of Albion. He bated his time, and made the prince believe he was his friend, someone to be trusted until two Augusts after his arrival, the good King Uther Pendragon recognized that his son’s illness was related to the boy who never left his son’s side for a moment. When the evil wizard Merlin was burned, Prince Arthur emerged from confinement healthy and strong again.” What really happened is a little less glamorous than either account.

"It's pretty, but very distressing. And lo, all is sunshine and daisies... and death, but what can you do?

"It's pretty, but very distressing. And lo, all is sunshine and daisies... and death, but what can you do?"

THIS WAS TOTALLY ROCKIN'

One story goes like this: “There was an enemy sorcerer, whose son Uther had killed, and who was desperate to make Uther feel the same pain. And so the sorcerer wove a spell around Prince Arthur, and it killed him slowly over the course of a season. From May to August, Arthur had faded. And then Arthur’s manservant, Merlin, realized that it was no ordinary illness, and he, being a great sorcerer himself, but good and kind, defended the prince, and saved his life. “But alas, King Uther could not abide magic of any kind, and Prince Arthur’s protests and the physician’s pleas and Merlin’s explanations fell on deaf ears. Merlin was killed that very night—burned alive for saving the prince, and the prince was locked in the dungeons, where he could not help his friend.”

And this is the worst—this is what he and Arthur and even Hunith have been nagging Merlin about: do not let Uther catch you.

What really happened is a little less glamorous than either account.

Gawain of Orkney arrives at court, all golden skin, freckles, and bright red hair. He and Arthur start beating on each other almost immediately, which Gwen recognizes means that they’re best friends. (trust me.)

Like all stories, there are two sides

Like all stories there are two sides. What really happened is a little less glamorous than either account.

Summary: (courtesy of [info]hackthis) "It's pretty, but very distressing. And lo, all is sunshine and daisies... and death, but what can you do?"

Summary: Michael didn’t seem particularly shocked when Gerard approached him with the idea, but then, Gerard had never seen his younger brother look particularly shocked at anything. He merely looked at Gerard, blinked once or twice, and repeated in a flat tone, “You want me to help you dress up like a woman.” “It’s the stays in particular I think I’ll need help with,” Gerard told him. “Well, and buttoning the dress, and perhaps the wig.”

Okay, I appear to be on some kind of Regency kick this week. I'd call this pretty OOC, but it is *crossdressing* Regency fic and ILIT. *_*

Michael didn’t seem particularly shocked when Gerard approached him with the idea, but then, Gerard had never seen his younger brother look particularly shocked at anything. He merely looked at Gerard, blinked once or twice, and repeated in a flat tone, “You want me to help you dress up like a woman.” “It’s the stays in particular I think I’ll need help with,” Gerard told him. “Well, and buttoning the dress, and perhaps the wig.”

Michael didn’t seem particularly shocked when Gerard approached him with the idea, but then, Gerard had never seen his younger brother look particularly shocked at anything. He merely looked at Gerard, blinked once or twice, and repeated in a flat tone, “You want me to help you dress up like a woman.”

The One Where Gerard's A Crossdresser in the 1790s.

1790s. Cross-dressing.

Michael didn’t seem particularly shocked when Gerard approached him with the idea, but then, Gerard had never seen his younger brother look particularly shocked at anything. He merely looked at Gerard, blinked once or twice, and repeated in a flat tone, “You want me to help you dress up like a woman.” “It’s the stays in particular I think I’ll need help with,” Gerard told him. “Well, and buttoning the dress, and perhaps the wig.”

This is a period piece. Gerard knows that the entire idea is sheer madness, but he isn't going to let that stop him. I didn't know that I found the idea of men in women's clothing so appealing, but goodness- apparently I have yet another kink.

AU crossdresser in the 1790s Michael didn’t seem particularly shocked when Gerard approached him with the idea, but then, Gerard had never seen his younger brother look particularly shocked at anything. He merely looked at Gerard, blinked once or twice, and repeated in a flat tone, “You want me to help you dress up like a woman.” “It’s the stays in particular I think I’ll need help with,” Gerard told him. “Well, and buttoning the dress, and perhaps the wig.”

(or, The One Where Gerard's A Crossdresser in the 1790s)

“What would you have me do, my lady?” “I would have you king forever more, young Arthur,” and now her cool fingers trailed fire in their wake, and in that moment Arthur felt he would not deny her for the safety of all of Albion.

Pre-series, Arthur goes into a fairy hill.

Merlin’s chin came up. “I don’t do magic. I am magic.”

When Arthur is 16 he follows the white hart and meets with a fairy queen. He becomes her king for a year and a day, and there meets Merlin Half-Elven, who cannot set foot in the mortal world. Pre-series AU, leads into canon.

Arthur goes into a fairy hill.

by linaerys (NC-17) “You shall be king for a year and a day,” she said, putting a cool finger on his lips. “If after that you wish to stay . . .”

A haunting pre-series AU that puts Celtic myth and Arthurian legend to more evocative use than the actual show ever manages. Reading this feels like wandering into a fairy-hill: dreamlike and drunken and dazzling, and you'll be left yearning when you come out on the other side.

Summary: Pre-series, Arthur goes into a fairy hill.

Arthur hid himself back in the shadows to let the procession pass, but when the lead horsewoman passed the tree behind which he hid, she called out, in a voice like plucked harp strings, “Arthur Pendragon, King who was and will be.” Arthur stepped forth and threw his shoulders back, pulling himself up to his full height. The lady extended her hand. Arthur clasped it and bowed over it, lips hovering a fraction of an inch above her cool, delicate fingers. “I am Nyneve,” she continued. “Queen of the Fairy. You will feast with us tonight.”

The man scowled at him, and his eyes were extremely blue when fringed by angry lashes. "Yes, you moron, and before you come up with any clever jokes, I've heard them all before and then some." Arthur cocked a brow at him. "Oh God, you really are the prince, aren't you," Merlin said, suddenly looking ill and pale on top of looking bruised. "It's true," Arthur apologized. "And I'm sorry for your mistreatment—it took some time to convince my men you weren't attempting to kidnap me." (Arthur's still a prince and Merlin's still a wizard ;) But that's were the similarity ends, because this is a modern day AU).

royalty!AU

If you can get past the unspeakably disgusting irony of the RAPE JOKES in 14 Valentine's fic, this story is actually quite cute.

In which Prince Arthur meets Merlin and all hell breaks lose. [Royals AU. Fic + fic trailer, websites, articles (FTW!)]

modern day - Arthur, Prince of Wales and Doctor in training Merlin (+ rape dogs & ninjas)

Modern day AU. Where Auther is the Prince and Merlin is a medical student.

"What," he managed, half-collapsed against the door as the tires shrieked and the car lurched into motion, "the hell was that?" "That," Gaius yelled at him, with more breath than somebody that old should be capable of having, "was what happens when you and the crown prince of bloody England are outed you bloody idiot!"

As a rule, Arthur had given up on chafing at the near-constant swirl of people that came along with his shockingly over-scheduled days. Still, once in a while the itch and suffocation of being monitored twenty-four hours a day grew too much, and he found himself tiptoeing down mostly deserted hospital hallways trying to hide from his handlers.

Arthur is the modern day Prince of Wales. Merlin is a med student.

"You asked why your kingdom: it is here alone the final candidate may be called before the Throne. I call the natural-born son of King Taranis—" and there was a roar of noise and protest among the elves, but Eldren's voice rose above it all, "—the natural-born son of King Taranis, named Emrys by the Summer Throne--called among mortal men Merlin son of Hunith, to stand before the Throne."

EPIC!!! "The king sent me to get you," Merlin said, with a tone that implied strongly that he wasn't rolling his eyes where Arthur could see, but just wait until his back was turned. "He said you're to get changed into formal clothes and meet him in the Great Hall, there's a delegation coming from the Summer Court."

"The elves are coming?" Arthur said, incredulously.

"— called among mortal men Merlin son of Hunith, to stand before the Throne."

Merlin is an Evlin Prince, this is pretty damn awesome.

"I call the natural-born son of King Taranis, named Emrys by the Summer Throne, called among mortal men Merlin son of Hunith, to stand before the Throne."

INSTANT REC!!!! I had a blast reading this story. I loved the plot, character voices, and I could not stop reading once I started. This was awesome on so many levels. Run don't walk to this story!

The Elves have a competition to decide their next king. Arthur stands as Merlin's champion during the challenges. This is BEYOND PERFECT. "Eldren looked up at Uther and swept out a hand and said, "You asked why your kingdom: it is here alone the final candidate may be called before the Throne. I call the natural-born son of King Taranis—" and there was a roar of noise and protest among the elves, but Eldren's voice rose above it all, "—the natural-born son of King Taranis, named Emrys by the Summer Throne—" A clatter and a smash behind him like two jousters coming together made Arthur jump. He turned to glare furiously at a stricken, white-faced Merlin, who'd just dropped a tray covered with goblets and a jug now spilling red wine everywhere across the floor, and so Arthur was looking right at him when Eldren finished, "— called among mortal men Merlin son of Hunith, to stand before the Throne."

"The king sent me to get you," Merlin said, with a tone that implied strongly that he wasn't rolling his eyes where Arthur could see, but just wait until his back was turned. "He said you're to get changed into formal clothes and meet him in the Great Hall, there's a delegation coming from the Summer Court."

Arthur was crouched with a clean shot lined up, just waiting for the stag to step clear of the brush, when Merlin's voice came calling out, "Arthur!" and the deer leapt. He jerked to follow its path and managed to bring it down anyway, then he stood up and glared.

It's odd, he thinks, trying to navigate the winter-cold halls toward Gaius room, how the people he sees standing in expressionless attention behind their masters can be so different in the privacy of their rooms. Perhaps something to do with growing up in service, or the years of practice he's never had serving in the court. He knows they resent him sometimes, for taking a position that should have gone to one of them; apparently, serving a prince is something to be envied. He hadn't known that.

Arthur's biggest problem to date, Merlin thinks darkly as he carries yet another load of suspiciously not-really-dirty clothing down the stairs, is an unaccountable fear of anyone, anywhere, suspecting he's capable of being other than a complete and utter prat.

Arthur's biggest problem to date, Merlin thinks darkly as he carries yet another load of suspiciously nArthur's biggest problem to date, Merlin thinks darkly as he carries yet another load of suspiciously not-really-dirty clothing down the stairs, is an unaccountable fear of anyone, anywhere, suspecting he's capable of being other than a complete and utter prat.ot-really-dirty clothing down the stairs, is an unaccountable fear of anyone, anywhere, suspecting he's capable of being other than a complete and utter prat.

Merlin gets a lesson in downstair politics.

Arthur's biggest problem to date, Merlin thinks darkly as he carries yet another load of suspiciously not-really-dirty clothing down the stairs, is an unaccountable fear of anyone, anywhere, suspecting he's capable of being other than a complete and utter prat. [Great banter.]

"Well done, though I prefer a bit more sharpness at the end, but not everyone is born to command." Arthur's attention shifts lower, breath hot against Merlin's skin. "Shall I teach you that, as well?"

The key isn't in his room, and it's not in Gaius' workroom. Merlin tracks every stair he could have walked and every piece of clothing he has, but the key remains missing and even Arthur finally comments, in something very like wonder, "It's like magic, how it disappeared, isn't it?"

Summary: Arthur's biggest problem to date, Merlin thinks darkly as he carries yet another load of suspiciously not-really-dirty clothing down the stairs, is an unaccountable fear of anyone, anywhere, suspecting he's capable of being other than a complete and utter prat.

of course there's a reason Merlin is so crap as a servant! "And Merlin?" Arthur reaches for Merlin's shirt, "laundresses do laundry. That is why we call them laundresses."

Arthur hadn't heard the bit about the coin before. His destiny had always been about leadership and making sure to not let any of his knights bed his queen, which, if his queen was supposed to be Merlin, was most definitely never going to be in the cards.

" The destiny bit needed clarification. "This destiny bit needs clarification," Arthur said to the dragon once he and Merlin had returned from that whole dragon-slaying, rescuing Merlin-in-distress business. If the dragon was pleased to see them together, he didn't show it. "Yes," Merlin agreed. "Are we destined to be together -- or just, you know, destined to drive each other mad?""

The first time the dragon told Arthur his destiny was some idiot named Merlin, Arthur laughed. Loudly. And at length.

The first time the dragon told Arthur his destiny was some idiot named Merlin, Arthur laughed. Loudly. And at length. And it had nothing to do with the blow to the head he'd received from that poncy git, Lucan. Arthur's back had been turned for a start, which was why Lucan was in the dungeon and Arthur was talking to a bloody great big dragon.

[merlin. cracky. pg-13. merlin/arthur.] The first time the dragon told Arthur his destiny was some idiot named Merlin, Arthur laughed. Loudly. And at length.

"That's hardly the same thing!" Arthur shouted. "He's a buggering warlock," he said to the dragon. // The dragon's lips curled. "I know."

"The first time the dragon told Arthur his destiny was some idiot named Merlin, Arthur laughed. Loudly. And at length." Hilarious! They've got a destiny but no one said it would be smooth sailing. And the dragon is no help at all.

Arthur learns that Merlin is his destiny - worst destiny *ever*.

“Obviously, I will have Carys eat anybody who tries,” Merlin told him cheerfully.

Obviously, it was not just any sort of egg.

“This is what happens when you grow up without a maternal influence, you know,” Merlin told the egg sadly. “You become Arthur. You take dragon eggs that knock your manservant unconscious and start projecting all of your repressed female feelings on them and keep them hidden in your chambers even though your father has a tyrannical ban against all magic.”

Obviously, it was no ordinary egg.

“How long do you think it takes a dragon’s egg to hatch?” Merlin interrupted, desperate, and he could see the moment Arthur’s train of thought went from ‘wheat’ to ‘egg!’ Merlin had never met anybody who needed a pet more than Arthur.

“How long do you think it takes a dragon’s egg to hatch?” Merlin interrupted, desperate, and he could see the moment Arthur’s train of thought went from ‘wheat’ to ‘egg!’ Merlin had never met anybody who needed a pet more than Arthur. “Well, obviously it would be a longer period than a chicken’s,” Arthur said confidently before turning over his shoulder toward the egg, still toasting in front of the fireplace. “Although that brings an even more pressing question of what we’ll do after it hatches.” Scowling, Merlin said, “I told you we should have cast it into the forest.” But Arthur only flashed him one of those smiles that made him look eternally young and brilliant, and which had probably charmed all the lady maids in the castle for all of his prattish childhood years. “Where’s your sense of adventure, Merlin?”

“Anyway,” Arthur said, righting himself again, arms wrapped around — around an egg the size of a small boulder, “it apparently threw this at you.” “Oh,” Merlin promised, knee-jerk, “I will have that thing skinned for boots.”

IT'S A REAL FANDOM, FRONT PAGE OF DELICIOUS BABY

modern!day London AU's

ModerndayLondonAU. // "I can't be late," Arthur says in his best Merlin impression. "I've got an important meeting. I'll do the washing up and lick your trainers clean if you do this for me. I'll tell everyone you're brilliant in bed." "You're a prick," Merlin retorts. "And I don't recall that last one." Arthur shrugs. "You said it," he insists before turning on his heel. "I've got it recorded on my mobile. Maybe I'll make it my new ringtone." Merlin's still sputtering as Arthur walks out, pausing to turn on Radio 1. Merlin hates Radio 1; he'll be forced to get up just to turn it off. "It doesn't count if I was pissed," Merlin hollers over Lily Allen. "Yes, Merlin," Arthur calls back. "It does."

Merlin sleeps like the dead. A dead octopus that is. His arms splay out across the mattress as though he's embracing a vast mountain terrain in his sleep, and his hips shift, spreading out his legs as though they're the bottom half of a lower-case 'h'.

Merlin sleeps like the dead. A dead octopus that is.

modern!day London AU

In the six-plus years that Arthur's known Merlin -– three at Cambridge, one of Merlin travelling the world and "finding himself", the six months Merlin spent on Arthur's sofa doing fuck all, and the two years that Merlin's actually been employed at Pendragon Creative -– Arthur has never known Merlin to take his tea black. Today, however, Arthur winds up pouring Merlin's milk on the counter, because Merlin snatches his mug away before Arthur's had a chance to finish making the tea.

modern au

Pendragon Creative, Inc is the largest public relations conglomerate in the United Kingdom

Modern!AU in London. Merlin is a web designer for Pendragon Creative, Inc., and has been friends with Arthur for years. Arthur doesn't want to ruin their friendship.

Morgana sighs dramatically. "Are you still harping on about 'ruining your friendship with your magnificent sex'? My god, you sound like an old woman. Allow me to enlighten you based on what I've heard – you're not that good a shag, Arthur. Merlin won't wait on you forever."

In which Spencer is antisocial and hates Christmas, Ryan is in love, Jon is planning vacations and Brendon doesn't want to spend Christmas alone.

In which Spencer is antisocial and hates Christmas, Ryan is in love, Jon is planning vacations and Brendon doesn't want to spend Christmas alone. Christmas AU.

In which Spencer is antisocial and hates Christmas, Ryan is in love, Jon is planning vacations and Brendon doesn't want to spend Christmas alone. Christmas AU.

Novella. A real life AU in which Jon and Ryan want to make sure Brendon has someone to spend Christmas with, and Spencer can't imagine anything worse. This was adorable. It could have done with a tighter edit, but it was probably worth rushing to get it out in time for Christmas. I didn't love Spencer's characterisation, but sunsetmog's Brendon is the most appealing thing on the planet. I was crying in the second part and doing heart eyes in the third. (R)

three parts

brendon & spencer spend xmas together; spencer is a SCROOGE

"He is a changed man," Brendon pronounces, wriggling back into Spencer's hand. "He has seen the beauty of Christmas and relented. He is like Scrooge at the end of the movie, when he's singing with all the Muppets."

Spencer remembered it like this: they were ten, and they were playing with an old half-deflated soccer ball, and Spencer threw it to Ryan, and Ryan didn’t catch it because Ryan couldn’t catch and also because Spencer threw it further than he meant to, and the ball went into the road. Ryan ran after it. Spencer saw the car and ran after Ryan. He didn’t remember anything after that. He didn’t know if Ryan remembered it differently.

Spencer remembered it like this: they were ten, and they were playing with an old half-deflated soccer ball, and Spencer threw it to Ryan, and Ryan didn’t catch it because Ryan couldn’t catch and also because Spencer threw it further than he meant to, and the ball went into the road.

Where Spencer died when he was little and Ryan is the only one who can see him, that is until Brendon shows up. 4,800 Words

Spencer's dead. He's haunting Ryan. Enter Brendon.

What if Spencer was dead and then there was a very complicated threesome involving his ghost?

A while ago I was talking about what if Spencer was dead and then there was a very complicated threesome involving his ghost? This is the only time of year I can get away with actually writing that, so here you go: it's a ghostfic!

Spencer is a ghost

Threesome involving Spencer's ghost.

Brendon/Ryan/Spencer

Spencer died when he was ten, and he's stayed with Ryan ever since, but he knows Ryan needs somebody else in his life (and maybe so does Spencer).

Brendon gaped at him and the stranger looked back with several different expressions chasing each other over his face - surprise, amusement, confusion, slow shock - and just as Brendon finally managed to demand, “Who the hell are you?” the stranger blurted, “You can see me?”

What if Spencer was dead and there was a very complicated threesome involving his ghost? Totally not as creepy and/or depressing as it sounds.

If this is like a thing you two do.

8,800 words. WOW. Spencer exercises his control over Brendon. Seriously, wow. Excruciatingly hot, despite the crap title. Unlocked a kink I didn't know I had.

In retrospect maybe it was a little weird, but in all fairness, Spencer really, really didn't notice anything until Jon pointed it out. It was just something he’d always done; hell, it was useful most of the time, being able to rein Brendon in with just a look, or a certain tone of voice, or if all else failed a, “Shut the fuck up, seriously.”

Possibly my favourite ever.

If this is like a thing you two do

f this is like a thing you two do.

really nicely done spencer/brendon d/s, feat. orgasm denial!

Jon says into the silence. “If this is like a 'thing' you two do, that’s fine, but just. Sometimes, it’s a little weird. That’s all.”

He took a breath and added, "This is Dr. Rodney McKay. I wouldn't want to be confused with the legions of other employees who hate you." / He snapped his phone closed, feeling marginally better. / Radek made a worried face. "I really do not think you should have done that." / Rodney snorted a laugh. "What's he going to do? Fire me?"

Rodney tells Santa what he wants for Christmas. Twenty years later, he finally gets it.

"A boyfriend. He doesn't have to be as smart as me, because who is really, but not some stupid oaf, either. I'd like him to be cute, of course. And he should appreciate what a good catch I am. That's the most important part."

John is Rodney's 20 year late Christmas present.

Summary: Rodney tells Santa what he wants for Christmas. Twenty years later, he finally gets it.

"So what would you like Santa to bring you, young man?" the old pervert inquired. Rodney darted a glance over at Brett, who was still guffawing with the morons. He lowered his voice and dared to ask Santa for what he really wanted, "A boyfriend. He doesn't have to be as smart as me, because who is really, but not some stupid oaf, either. I'd like him to be cute, of course. And he should appreciate what a good catch I am. That's the most important part." Santa gave him a speculative look. "I'll need some time." Rodney frowned. Was Santa supposed to negotiate? "How much time?" "One boyfriend," Santa promised. "Delivered on or before Christmas 2008."

Rodney asks Santa for a boyfriend for Christmas, and twenty years later he gets John. Very sweet, Christmas fic.

Merlin's been captured by bandits. Arthur goes to "ransom" him back.

The ring is cold and heavy, and there is blood, smeared and dry, along the crest. | OMGGGGG NO WORDS. I LOVE THIS SO MUCH.

Sequel to seperis' "Pendragon".

"The ring is cold and heavy, and there is blood, smeared and dry, along the crest." Sequel to Pendragon by Seperis.

Sequel for seperis's Pendragon, where Arthur gave Merlin his mother's ring. It comes back to Arthur: "The ring is cold and heavy, and there is blood, smeared and dry, along the crest."

Sequel to Seperis's story Pendragon. in which highway robbers kidnap merlin, because really, arthur, you send the guy along with your special signet ring "just in case" and you're practically BEGGING for the case. arthur's a badass, merlin's magic is revealed, etc.

The ring is cold and heavy, and there is blood, smeared and dry, along the crest.

Wow. Merlin is briefly captured, and all sorts of things go badly wrong, but Arthur is just a prize in this, and it's rather well-wrought and dramatic.

R . The ring is cold and heavy, and there is blood, smeared and dry, along the crest. Sequel to Pendragon

The ring is cold and heavy, and there is blood, smeared and dry, along the crest. This is the sequel for seperis's story Pendragon

NC-17 4352w Arthur rescues Merlin from bandits hot hot hot hot hot

sequel for seperis's story Pendragon

Merlin thought nothing of it when Gaius dropped the first clay pot. It was, after all, an empty pot.

Merlin thought nothing of it when Gaius dropped the first clay pot.

Merlin thought nothing of it when Gaius dropped the first clay pot. It was, after all, an empty pot.

"Merlin thought nothing of it when Gaius dropped the first clay pot. It was, after all, an empty pot. " A decade apart.

"There, there." Gaius' hand patted Merlin's face and he had the eerie sensation of it passing through his skin. "I died that day, life just hasn't quite let go of me yet."

Summary: Merlin thought nothing of it when Gaius dropped the first clay pot. It was, after all, an empty pot.

Merlin thought nothing of it when Gaius dropped the first clay pot. It was, after all, an empty pot. (post 1x13; ~8,500 words)

TBC

all over the USA. wincest. first time, slowly

In Nevada, he falls in love. He won't realize for months, but when he does and looks back, it is in Nevada, that evening by the roadside, hip to hip with Dean leaning against the car, an ache in his belly he doesn't understand and that food doesn't fill.

5,512 words. "First time, falling in love with a side of monster-hunting"

In Nevada, he falls in love. He won't realize for months, but when he does and looks back, it is in Nevada, that evening by the roadside, hip to hip with Dean leaning against the car, an ache in his belly he doesn't understand and that food doesn't fill. He remembers, details clear years later. When everything else is a blur. The warmth of Dean's flank and the moment he discovered Dean was beautiful.

First time, falling in love with side helping of monsters.

First time, falling in love with a side of monster-hunting

Sometimes things just happen, a natural progression of events, and even if Sam didn't see it happening this way in advance, when he looks back, he sees it was obvious. He understands now, that everything he's said and done and every look he's given Dean has been leading here.

All in all, Arthur quite liked birthdays, particularly his own.

It's Merlin's birthday and Arthur wants to do something special for him.

Anniversary Fandom: Merlin Pairing: Arthur/Merlin Rating: PG Spoilers: Takes place before 1x10. Notes: This fic is for [info]rageprufrock -- happy birthday! Beta by the fabulous [info]shayheyred. Summary: All in all, Arthur quite liked birthdays, particularly his own.

. They're a plain, peaceful folk. And the only thing Merlin's expressed any great desire for are those late winter plums -- I think one of the kitchen maids passed him one last week." "Plums," Arthur said with great concentration, and then strode out without another word.

Summary: All in all, Arthur quite liked birthdays, particularly his own.

It's Merlin's birthday, or the time about when he approximates his birthday to be, and Arthur is having trouble figuring out what a suitable gift would be.

Still, it was a fact that Merlin was looking a bit mopey. And when Arthur had demanded to know why, Merlin had a faraway look in his eyes, and softly admitted, "I'm just used to spending this time of year with my mother, that's all. Homesick, I suppose." And Arthur's brow furrowed at that, because he'd never quite considered that Merlin had come from somewhere. (Arthur gets a present for Merlin).

"For me?" Merlin repeated, sounding absolutely shocked, and really, it was only fruit. Arthur huffed. "Look, Gaius said you liked them, so congratulations on the anniversary of your birth and all that." "For me?" Merlin said again, and his tone was so sweet with wonder that Arthur was forced to look at his face. He looked as astonished as he sounded, and Arthur wondered for a split second what he would have done if Arthur had thrown in a new pair of trousers, too.

by thehoyden (PG) All in all, Arthur quite liked birthdays, particularly his own.

"Murphy's law," John blurted. He knew he should be afraid, but he just felt numb. "Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong: they're just waiting for something to kill me."

"Weird? You don't know what weird is. Weird is being in a-- with the-- and the crazy alien--" He stopped, incoherent, hands flailing. "And then your best friend is twelve, and you're his piano teacher. That--now, you're talking weird!"

John Sheppard, January 5, 1967—December 20, 1973, Beloved Son

"Weird? You don't know what weird is. Weird is being in a-- with the-- and the crazy alien--" He stopped, incoherent, hands flailing. "And then your best friend is twelve, and you're his piano teacher. That--now, you're talking weird!" [SGA, McKay/Sheppard, 34,472 words]

I almost missed this!

Quantum Leap, SGA style: When aliens punish John by disrupting his timeline, Rodney has to travel back in time (over and over) in order to save his life (over and over). Forty years of John in 40,000 words.

Author's Note: This is the story of...John Sheppard's whole life, and it takes about forty years to tell. *facepalm* No, seriously; I apparently need to keep building John up from scratch. This was actually really hard to write, and I wouldn't have gotten through it without lim and astolat and julad and Terri. (Actual beta convo: julad: OH MY GOD WHY DO YOU HAVE TO WRITE SUCH COMPLICATED STORIES) Anyway, I hope you like it. John & Rodney, ILU. P.S.: This is my formal apology to Pru for totally failing at underaged sex. :::: "What?! Oh, yes, they're dead, because that's what I do, I run around killing people, I--wait, no, no, no, no, no," the man said, waving his phaser wildly as John skittered another few steps back. "I was being ironic! Oh my God, you're five, you don't know what irony is! Irony is like--kidding for adults!" John zeroed in on the important point. "I'm ten," he corrected

Author's Note: This is the story of...John Sheppard's whole life, and it takes about forty years to tell.

"No, but--" Rodney protested, "if you're you, and you've always been you, you're the human equivalent of a quantum superposition! We're back to Schrödinger's cat; inside the box, anything's possible: it's only outside that things settle back into rational, measurable determinacy. So inside the box, the cat is gay and not gay at the same time--"

Boywives!

Jon Walker and his boywives, a Big Love AU

Every fandom needs a FLDS AU. This happens to be it, for bandom.

master post for God only knows. boywives!au.

Jon Walker and his boywives, a Big Love AU.

Jon Walker and his boywives - Big Love AU.

[NC-17] Jon Walker and his boywives, a Big Love AU

3 primary stories, master posting for them. AU based on Big Love show.

Jon Walker and his boywives, a Big Love AU - Brendon and Jon exchange rings and Spencer then Ryan both hug him to welcome Brendon into their family Then Elder Walker is finished and Jon is leaning forward, stiffly, while he presses his mouth fleetingly against Brendon's.

Brendon and Jon exchange rings and Spencer then Ryan both hug him to welcome Brendon into their family Then Elder Walker is finished and Jon is leaning forward, stiffly, while he presses his mouth fleetingly against Brendon's.

Jon Walker and his boywives, a Big Love AU. All three installments under this link.

Baby!fic. The almost true story of how Brendon's an idiot, Spencer brings Brendon shiny rocks, and no one gets any sleep. Or, alternatively, the one in which Brendon accidentally gets a girl pregnant, decides he wants to be a dad, and pretends like he's not in love with Spencer.

the one where brendon knocks a girl up, she signs over the baby, and some how spencer and brendon raise her and fall in love

The almost true story of how Brendon's an idiot, Spencer brings Brendon shiny rocks, and no one gets any sleep. Or, alternatively, the one in which Brendon accidentally gets a girl pregnant, decides he wants to be a dad, and pretends like he's not in love with Spencer.

"Hey, baby girl," Brendon says, softly. He thinks he should have thought of something more profound to welcome his daughter in to the world. -- the one in which Brendon accidentally gets a girl pregnant, decides he wants to be a dad, and pretends like he's not in love with Spencer.

The almost true story of how Brendon's an idiot, Spencer brings Brendon shiny rocks, and no one gets any sleep. Or, alternatively, the one in which Brendon accidentally gets a girl pregnant, decides he wants to be a dad, and pretends like he's not in love with Spencer. "Hey, baby girl," Brendon says, softly. He thinks he should have thought of something more profound to welcome his daughter in to the world.

Spencer/Brendon baby!fic. Baby!fic. the almost true story of how Brendon's an idiot, Spencer brings Brendon shiny rocks, and no one gets any sleep. Or, alternatively, the one in which Brendon accidentally gets a girl pregnant, decides he wants to be a dad, and pretends like he's not in love with Spencer.

Baby!fic. As harriet_vane succinctly put it, the almost true story of how Brendon's an idiot, Spencer brings Brendon shiny rocks, and no one gets any sleep. Or, alternatively, the one in which Brendon accidentally gets a girl pregnant, decides he wants to be a dad, and pretends like he's not in love with Spencer.

90,000 words. Baby!fic. The almost true story of how Brendon's an idiot, Spencer brings Brendon shiny rocks, and no one gets any sleep. Or, alternatively, the one in which Brendon accidentally gets a girl pregnant, decides he wants to be a dad, and pretends like he's not in love with Spencer.

"I want to write about how Brendon knocks up some girl and is left with the baby"

Where Arthur avenges Merlin

"Apparently someone else agrees that I need to practice walking on my knees," he says eventually.

Ahhh possessive!Arthur! -- It's not that Arthur won't share his toys, just that he expects to get them back undamaged.

It's not that Arthur won't share his toys, just that he expects to get them back undamaged.

"It's not that Arthur won't share his toys, just that he expects to get them back undamaged." Aah, possessive!Arthur. Just what I needed after #amazonfail.

It's not that Arthur won't share his toys, just that he expects to get them back undamaged

Summary: It's not that Arthur won't share his toys, just that he expects to get them back undamaged

"It's not that Arthur won't share his toys, just that he expects to get them back undamaged."

Arthur avenges Merlin's honor.

Arthur fells Sprowston and straddles him, sword point at his throat. He gets a yield before he's even asked for it. "If you touch anything of mine again," Arthur growls. "I'll have your head." He feels better for the first time since Uther insisted on lending Merlin out. Part of it's just post-fight high, some of it's feeling like a wrong's been righted. He's going to be able to look at Merlin without seeing the marks on his back, the scabbed mess of his knees, without guilt gnawing at his guts.

TBC

Words can also be mightier than the sword.

"The knights may be under the impression that I share your bed," he says, getting it out in a rush of breath. "What?" Arthur frowns. "Where would they get such a ridiculous idea?""Well," Merlin says nervously, "that would be because that's what I told them."

Author: seperis Summary: Words can also be mightier than the sword. (1/3, linked.)

Words can also be mightier than the sword. Virgin!Arthur and Experienced!Merlin

The one that gave me a virgin!Arthur kink. Also involves Gaius's relaxing syrup, and rumors. -- Words can also be mightier than the sword.

in which merlin is rather promiscuous and arthur is a virgin.

Words can also be mightier than the sword. Virgin!Arthur.

club!au

Arthur would probably have forgotten about him, looked away and maybe had one more drink before heading home because he rather desperately wanted to be curled up in bed with his cat, Sasha, watching Lost and drinking hot chocolate (absolutely no one knew of this ritual except, of course, Sasha, who had promised never to tell). But suddenly the guy opened his eyes and looked directly at Arthur, and something in Arthur felt total, final recognition. Whatever was in this skinny, awkward kid's eyes was exactly what was inside Arthur-- a deep-seated, unending loneliness, the knowledge that there could never be anybody who understood or wanted him.

"You've never been on a date before, have you." "No," Arthur admitted. "But I think it involves dinner and a movie and wine and maybe," he added thoughtfully, "I might get to kiss you."

This fic, and then the vid based off it, got that song stuck in my head for a week. Club!AU where Arthur is a bored club entrepreneur until one night the love of his life appears on the dance floor and they have rebound sex in the restroom.

Arthur would probably have forgotten about him, looked away and maybe had one more drink before heading home because he rather desperately wanted to be curled up in bed with his cat, Sasha, watching Lost and drinking hot chocolate (absolutely no one knew of this ritual except, of course, Sasha, who had promised never to tell).

"YOU," Morgana whooped, pointing at Arthur. "You're Merlin's bathroom stall shag at Lyonesse. Oh, god! You are infamous at the lab!"

Woozily he notices a well-liked presence, a smell of sorts, and turns to face a long stretch of a neck. Instinctively he grabs the wrist pouring his wine, holding it in place. There's suggestion of early morning arousal, of bored, hot evenings and comfort, and he doesn't really know where it comes from but he also doesn't feel it's that important and so he runs his nose under the line of a jaw without so much as a hesitation. He breathes in, deeply, tilting his head to try and feel the skin with his lips. But then Merlin pulls away. And Arthur knows it's Merlin, but he also sort of doesn't. "Oh," Arthur says, stupidly grinning. "Hello." "You're drunk," Merlin points out. "That, I am!" Arthur agrees, and downs some more of his wine. The rest of the night fades out into a blur of colours, noises, hands at his arms and then ends—at a very unspectacular moment—in his room, on his bed. He says something to someone who is taking off his boots, and then forgets everything altogether.

Arthur's chambers feel awkward when he's not there, but it's the kind of awkward Merlin feels at home in. It's a hot day and the higher rooms of the castle are cooler than the lower levels, farther from the heated ground—more prone to catching rare changes in air with all the windows open. He's on the floor next to the bed, sprawled out on the chilled tiles and trying very hard not to move. There's a corner of a pillow peeking over the edge of the mattress, just above his head, and he stares as it while thinking of nothing in particular. Earlier that day Gwen'd been humming a tune that'd played at a previous feast, and now that's stuck in his head, on a loop. He starts humming it too, on a nearly silent breath, and lifts his hand to pull at the pillow's cloth—randomly. It falls off the bed and lands high on his chest, under his chin, and the fabric is cool enough for him to leave it there for a few seconds.

""Move," he mutters, digging a knee low into Merlin's back. "Mooooove, Merlin, come on." But Merlin's sleep-addled brain doesn't process this message and instead he just turns to lie on his back, blearily squinting one eye open at Arthur—humming a low, 'hmm?' in question. "You're all—" Arthur tries to explain, voice rough with sleep. "Just—move." Merlin screws his one eye shut again, frowning before opening them both, mumbling a slurry 'mmmkay' and turning to his side again, shuffling from his spot but going in the wrong direction altogether—getting closer to Arthur, familiarly tucking his head under Arthur's chin, trying to fit their bodies together and— "What the hell," Arthur grumbles, tiredly pushing him away. "Merlin, wrong way—other—move the other--" "Mmmkay," is all he gets, and then as Merlin shifts to get back again" HEEE SLEEPY BOYS <33333

In which Merlin is hot for Arthur's bed, Arthur's hot for the laundry and there's this big fucking heatwave all over the place (?!)

Merlin's bed gets infested with bedbugs, and Arthur gets addicted the mysterious scent his own suddenly has.

Arthur notices and becomes quite addicted to a new scent in his bed - at the same time Merlin finds he sleeps best in Arthur's bed.

In which Arthur is in love with Merlin's smell and Merlin is in love with Arthut's bed. Lazy porn ensues. <3

Author: derryere Summary: In which Merlin is hot for Arthur's bed, Arthur's hot for the laundry and there's this big fucking heatwave all over the place.

Hot boys getting off on each other's scent

In which Merlin is hot for Arthur's bed, Arthur's hot for the laundry and there's this big fucking heatwave all over the place

Arthur asked Merlin to look after a newbie knight, and promptly got jealous when Merlin did just that

Arthur had several cutting things to say to this, but Wynston was still watching—nay, leering—at Merlin and that took precedence. Presumptuous knights were not permitted to go laying hands on any of Arthur's things. He was the crown prince! Heir to the throne! And a righteously noble protector of the weak and insolent, which clearly described Merlin. Arthur knew his duty.

Aww Arthur gets jealous...

It was really all Sir Wynston's fault.

Arthur's jealous of Sir Wynston.

by spiny (NC-17) Arthur worries that a knight has designs on Merlin.

When Arthur asks Merlin to spy on Sir Wynston, it starts a chain of events that force Arthur to finally come to terms with what he feels for Merlin.

Brendon doesn't mean to do it. Spencer means to say no.

brendon needs a safe place and spencer pines and then brendon gives spencer a tiny dog

11,097 words. Brendon is afraid to be gay, and takes Spencer up on his offer to 'come to him' next time he needs someone, though Spencer didn't exactly mean it that way. Ugh. The boys are SO cute, and so stupid. I heart this story, and Ryan's character, especially. Bonus: Zack.

Summary: Brendon doesn't mean to do it. Spencer means to say no. |__| [most realistic dialog ever, good writing, pining, furniture selling, hot smut and dogs. good times.]

"I think you're missing the point of tic-tac-toe." "Tic-tac-toe has a point?" "Yes. To win." "Oh. I thought it was just what we did when you wanted to talk to me but were too embarrassed to look me in the eye."

Brendon doesn't mean to do it but he just has to. In the end is Princess Wingnut.

In which Brendon comes to terms with his homosexuality.

11,000 words; It's hot in the club and Spencer's bored, annoyed at the way Ryan and Keltie are so fucking in love and Jon's texting Cassie and smiling to himself and everywhere Spencer looks there are couples holding each other and kissing and being happy and he's really, really not in the mood.

The resolution isn't quite as satisfyingly done as the rest of the fic, but this is awesome. Ryan in particular, but Brendon too.

The ghost of Arthur's creepy great, great uncle starts following Merlin around and making lewd comments. Fortunately — or unfortunately — only Merlin hears him most of the time.

“You want me to rob a grave?” Merlin asked, appalled.

There's no-one to be seen, but Merlin still hears some disturbing comments, focusing mainly on his sex life: "You’re a queer virgin?! I can’t believe it! Actually, I can, which is even sadder.” Now THIS!! Is made of awesome! It gives you some good laugh and offers hawt porn - what else can you ask for?

The ghost of Arthur's creepy great, great uncle starts following Merlin around and making lewd comments. Fortunately — or unfortunately — only Merlin hears him most of the time. Summary: “You want me to rob a grave?” Merlin asked, appalled.

The one with the match-making ghost.

RPS; Bradley's cousin thinks he's gay. Hilarious stuff :)

It started with an email from his cousin.

It started with an email from his cousin. I can't believe I didn't know you were gay!!!, it read. But Mum says she always thought so and anyway I know a guy who coaches rugby who is totally gay too, you should meet him next time you come home! He is really cute!!! // Bradley read through this carefully and then pressed the reply button. Your sense of humour is dreadful, he typed. Work harder in school so that you may not turn out to be a complete failure at everything. Love Bradley. [This is adorable. ADORABLE. *hugs* "Bradley-character" (let's remian sane, and fully convicted that this is not the actual actor)]

"Hello," he said. "Good horse. You're a real beauty, aren't you." He reached up to scratch the horse behind the ears; dogs always seemed to like that. "What's your name, then, hey? Something heroic obviously. Maybe something Arthurian." "His name's Twiddle," said a passing animal steward, giving the horse a firm slap on the rump. "Oh," said Bradley.

It started with an email from his cousin. I can't believe I didn't know you were gay!!!, it read. But Mum says she always thought so and anyway I know a guy who coaches rugby who is totally gay too, you should meet him next time you come home! He is really cute!!! Bradley read through this carefully and then pressed the reply button. Your sense of humour is dreadful, he typed. Work harder in school so that you may not turn out to be a complete failure at everything. Love Bradley.

Bradley read through this carefully and then pressed the reply button. Your sense of humour is dreadful, he typed. Work harder in school so that you may not turn out to be a complete failure at everything. Love Bradley.

It started with an email from his cousin. I can't believe I didn't know you were gay!!!, it read. But Mum says she always thought so and anyway I know a guy who coaches rugby who is totally gay too, you should meet him next time you come home! He is really cute!!! // Bradley read through this carefully and then pressed the reply button. Your sense of humour is dreadful, he typed. Work harder in school so that you may not turn out to be a complete failure at everything. Love Bradley.

TBC

Author: zarathuse Summary: In which Merlin saves Arthur’s life. Uh. Mostly. Hijinx ensue. Featuring Merlin's dad. (More serious than it sounds. Long.)

Wherein Merlin is immortal and Arthur is dead. Reallllly good and very bloody interesting.

In which Merlin saves Arthur’s life. Uh. Mostly. Hijinx ensue. (More serious than it sounds, unfortunately.)

In which Merlin saves Arthur’s life. Uh. Mostly. Hijinx ensue. (More serious than it sounds, unfortunately.) This fic was at once vaguely creepy (think living dead) and romantic, which is quite an accomplishment to have together in one fic and make it work.

"In which Merlin saves Arthur’s life. Uh. Mostly. Hijinx ensue. (More serious than it sounds, unfortunately.) " (Spoilers for s1)

19,000 words

seperis: merlinfic: the tale of the sea serpent, 1/2

Prequel to Job Orientation. Before anyone built towers or became kings that hide from councils or thought five hundred steps was some kind of actual challenge, there was a prince, a sorcerer, and a sea serpent in a river. But really, it started well before that. Because first, there was a prince, and silence, and a secret that was no secret at all.

Prequel to Job Orientation. Because first, there was a prince, and silence, and a secret that was no secret at all. (NC17, Merlin/Arthur)

Before anyone built towers or became kings that hide from councils or thought five hundred steps was some kind of actual challenge, there was a prince, a sorcerer, and a sea serpent in a river. But really, it started well before that. Because first, there was a prince, and silence, and a secret that was no secret at all.

Prequel to Job Orientation. Where there was a prince, a manservant, a sea serpent and a secret that really wasn't a secret at all.

I was amusing myself by imagining Kirk attempting to be an authority figure and this is what happened.

Chekov rolls his eyes and then enunciates very clearly, like he’s speaking to someone a little bit slow, and sometimes he really does wonder about Sulu. “I punched a superior officer in the face!”

"If people just went around punching superior officers because they were assholes, there would be anarchy, and I’d be very bruised.” [ I would have loved it for this fragment alone, but the rest of the fic is equally good. It's gen, with some UST running around]

Kirk learns to deal with the necessities of command. This story has a great Kirk voice, and it also features my personal favorite, Chekov - and a Uhura who isn't taking any bullshit!

Kirk slouches in his chair and sighs. McCoy will give him this; the man is a champion at slouching. There’s something about the way he slouches that seems to be saying, ‘I could be sitting straight, but the universe just couldn’t handle the awesomeness of me being fully upright in this chair.’ It’s a lot to say in just the way he sits. It’s impressive.

Kirk attempts to be an authority figure and McCoy mocks.

I was amusing myself by imagining Kirk attempting to be an authority figure and this is what happened. Gen, with a brief moment of Kirk's POV on Spock/Uhura which is absolutely hilarious.

They could do this thing together. He was sure of it. || pre-slash, sweet, in-character, lovely.

If Merlin could move, he'd hit him. He really would this time, and Arthur would be surprised because Merlin had been practicing. Sort of. [No i another one z gatunku "zwykłe i całkiem fajne"...]

"I'm getting you down, idiot," Arthur replied. "Just try not to giggle too girlishly if I tickle you."

Description: "I'm getting you down, idiot," Arthur replied. "Just try not to giggle too girlishly if I tickle you." **||** [2.334 words] Merlin has stiffened up terribly after the skirmish in Ealdor and Arthur's somewhere between amused and exasperated.

Description: "I'm getting you down, idiot," Arthur replied. "Just try not to giggle too girlishly if I tickle you." >Arthur gives a massage to Merlin and the boys have a bromance conversation about present and future. Warm and pleasant.

[merlin. g. preslash m/a.] "I'm getting you down, idiot," Arthur replied. "Just try not to giggle too girlishly if I tickle you."

"Leonard McCoy is thirty-one and he’s too fucking old to be anybody’s jealous boyfriend."

"Leonard McCoy is thirty-one and he's too fucking old to be anybody's jealous boyfriend." Aaaaah, awesome.

"Leonard McCoy is thirty-one and he's too fucking old to be anybody's jealous boyfriend." Aaaaah, awesome.

[GUYS I HAVEN'T EVEN READ THIS YET BUT *FRONT PAGE OF DELICIOUS*, THERE IS A STAR TREK FANDOM, I THINK I'M GOING TO CRY (even though seriously there is something seriously strange about the world where the first delicious front page ST fic is *Kirk/Bones*, instead of, you know, seriously)] <--- okay so I typed all this and then I actually read it and, uh, *oh*. Oops. uh. This fic knows what it's doing! *thumbs up!*

"Leonard McCoy is thirty-one and he’s too fucking old to be anybody’s jealous boyfriend." <3<3<3<3<3

Leonard McCoy is thirty-one and he’s too fucking old to be anybody’s jealous boyfriend

Jim acquires bruises and lacerations faster than anybody McCoy’s ever met. And it’s not until he’s threading nine stitches into Jim’s scalp (long after the blood’s dried and left his hair a gory, stiff mess, naturally, because why would Jim ever want to make McCoy’s life easier?) that Jim tells him everything.

How cute is this? I love oblivious!Rodney. Oh, and this is so what I think is really happening in the SGA world. Ten hot alien babes.

"It's actually kind of surprising that this hasn't happened to us before. I mean, not the part where you didn't get the girl, obviously, just, you know, we've stayed in a lot of strange places together and a lot of them didn't have private rooms. And I'm not saying I don't have any self control, but I certainly have a healthy libido, and—"

Oh, so hilariously earnest and selectively oblivious Rodney gets jealous of John's "flirting" and is jerking off and John walks in on him and well, things happen. Which Rodney wants to happen *again,* but he's totally missing any signals from John, and then there are wacky misunderstandings and hijinks and they finally get their act together and it's hot and happy and SO HAPPY. HAPPY. That.

A semi-drunken fumbling leads Rodney to asking John if they could make it a semi-regular thing. For some reason, this upsets John, but Rodney will be damned if he isn't going to be having sex.

In which Rodney wants a sex contingency plan, and John just can't help himself (also featuring super-oblivious fantasizing)

And leave it to John to invent the chaos theory of sex, where no single action made sense, but the aggregate moved inevitably toward its predetermined conclusion.

And then someone gets accused of sorcery, again, and I have to cover for you, *again*, and if Gwen cries because of you even one more time I just might set you on fire myself. Merlin, that's what comes of just peaches." Merlin blinked. "You said--" "I know what I said," Arthur snapped. "Obviously I'd put the fire out right away. But you must learn to be *careful*."

"Honestly, if you're this hopelessly in love with me at the same time that you think I'm stupid enough not to have noticed, I really have to question your taste," Arthur said, and then sighed heavily and kissed him at last.

Arther gives Merlin a warning about using magic for stupid things like summoning fruit and Merlin takes that as an insperation.

Arthur sighed at the beautiful strawberries--which Merlin had added to the otherwise rather dull-looking tray on the way up, only remembering afterward to glance around and check that no one had seen--as though they were an impossible task set before him.

dsudis - Arthur/Merlin, PG --- 4,274

"I know what this is, Merlin."

"My..." Merlin must have poisoned himself eating too many peaches; he must now be in some sort of bizarre fruit-induced daze. It was the only reasonable explanation. Otherwise he would have to believe that Arthur knew all his secrets, held Merlin's life and heart and soul in the palm of his sword-callused hand. "Honestly, if you're this hopelessly in love with me at the same time that you think I'm stupid enough not to have noticed, I really have to question your taste," Arthur said, and then sighed heavily and kissed him at last.

"I know what this is, Merlin." // Merlin attempts to seduce Arthur with fruit?

Merlin - "A peach, which you found for me," Arthur said, stepping closer. "You just happened to find it after I happened to mention peaches. Honestly, you couldn't be more obvious if you went around wearing a sign."

The parking lot behind Camelot looked safe and ordinary again in the midday sun, just cracked asphalt and a couple of beat-up old cars.

The parking lot behind Camelot looked safe and ordinary again in the midday sun, just cracked asphalt and a couple of beat-up old cars. Sort of Modern time au, except there are so much more that was deliberately left out of the fic. Exact 1000 words.

The one where there's a janitor named Merle, and a motel room.

Instead Merle only looked mildly surprised, and then suddenly his brows drew closer, like he was focusing on Arthur for the first time ever, and he said, uncertainly, "Do I—do I know you?"

In which Merlin remembers too much, and Arthur finds him again--not entirely in the way he means to, but probably in the way he was meant to.

A Picture is Worth 1000 Words Challenge -- Picture Prompt: Room 20

"The parking lot behind Camelot looked safe and ordinary again in the midday sun, just cracked asphalt and a couple of beat-up old cars."

So there’s a new kid in town. Doesn’t mean anything changes.

So there’s a new kid in town. Doesn’t mean anything changes

Misha's reactions to his first weeks on set with the boys and to the internet

So there’s a new kid in town. Doesn’t mean anything changes. Misha’s POV of the OTP.

So there’s a new kid in town. Doesn’t mean anything changes. Misha POV of J2.

So there’s a new kid in town. Doesn’t mean anything changes. 928 words This fic is absolutely perfect. Misha's POV is an excellent choice.

This is what happens when Brendon tells Spanish magazines what music he'd use to seduce someone else.

It's way too early for this.

Ryan laughs. "No, all of the puppies of the world are safe as far as I know. I just... have you noticed increased instances of Barry White on the bus?" / "Barry White is dead, Ryan." Spencer kicks the bus door shut and programs the lock. "Are you being haunted by his ghost? I mean, I know you're crazy, but I'm pretty sure seeing dead people reaches a whole new level of insanity I'm not prepared to deal with."

QUOTE: Breakfast turns into forty-five minutes of Brendon Urie and his Barry White Megamix, all sung to Ryan complete with dramatic hand gestures, while Ryan silently talks himself out of rewriting all of their arrangements for keys too low for Jon and him to reach, just to hear Brendon in that octave always. (7,150 words)

Which album would you use to seduce a person of the opposite sex? "I guess this sounds typical, but clearly Barry White. He's the master of seduction." And which one would you use to seduce someone of the same sex? "The same (laughs)."

recommended. I love how they're such a group of friends. and how ryan is self-aware enough to know how obvious he is.

One-shot. Brendon has a Barry White plan. This is funny and and kind of adorkable and genuine feeling; Ryan's voice, in particular, was really believable. And I loved Jon and Spencer confronting Ryan. (PG-13)

Which album would you use to seduce a person of the opposite sex? "I guess this sounds typical, but clearly Barry White. He's the master of seduction."

"Great," Kirk says. "In the end, it's not going to be punching someone in the face, or shooting something, or even in some barfight – it's going to be a goddamned diplomatic mission gone wrong that does me in."

"Your eyebrows are the coolest thing I have ever seen in my whole freaking life," Kirk says seriously, and McCoy considers writing it down so he can have the exact wording to throw back in his face later on. "I will be certain to tell hundreds of millions of years of evolution that you approve of their eyebrow-trait selection processes," Spock informs him.

The one with a bad diplomatic mission, a malfunctioning shuttle, and sarcasm.

Kirk closes his eyes and lets his head fall back hard against the floor. "Great," he says. "In the end, it's not going to be punching someone in the face, or shooting something, or even in some barfight – it's going to be a goddamned diplomatic mission gone wrong that does me in."

"You should remember that," he says. "For Vulcans, 'sarcasm' doesn't count as an emotion."

Star Trek: Reboot. ""Great," Kirk says. "In the end, it's not going to be punching someone in the face, or shooting something, or even in some barfight – it's going to be a goddamned diplomatic mission gone wrong that does me in.""

"Great," Kirk says. "In the end, it's not going to be punching someone in the face, or shooting something, or even in some barfight – it's going to be a goddamned diplomatic mission gone wrong that does me in." || Fab Kirk/Spock/McCoy friendship fic.

Fantastic exploration of the dynamics among Kirk, Spock, and McCoy, with them getting to know each other under slightly fraught circumstances. If any affection is expressed, it is heavily couched in sarcasm (which, as Spock marvelously informs Kirk and McCoy, is a rhetorical technique, not an emotional response): " - 'James Tiberius Kirk, murdered by knife-throwing Lysurean ninjas on a routine diplomatic mission.' How does that sound, Jim?" "Take out the Tiberius and it sounds fine," Kirk retorts blurrily. "There are worse ways to go than ninjas."

Uther periodically sends his knights to takeover bordering unprotected land. On one such outing, Arthur attacks Ealdor and claims Merlin for his piece of the loot.

"Sorry if I'm not very good at being pillaged," Merlin spits back. "I'm sure I'll get better with practice."

Uther periodically sends his knights to takeover bordering unprotected land. On one such outing, Arthur attacks Ealdor and claims Merlin for his piece of the loot... sort of.

The village of Ealdor is embarrassingly easy to conquer. Just a handful of peasants, no protection from Cenred at all. It leaves Arthur still keyed up for a fight that didn't happen. He has the villagers assembled before him and looks them over with a critical eye from the vantage point of his mount. They're a motley crew, dirty rags for clothes and all bent heads and fake submission.

Written for kinkme_merlin prompt: Arthur/Merlin. Uther periodically sends his knights to takeover bordering unprotected land. On one such outing, Arthur attacks Ealdor and claims Merlin for his piece of the loot. Cute/blushing!Merlin.

Prompt: Arthur/Merlin. Uther periodically sends his knights to takeover bordering unprotected land. On one such outing, Arthur attacks Ealdor and claims Merlin for his piece of the loot.

Written for kinkme_merlin prompt: Arthur/Merlin. Uther periodically sends his knights to takeover bordering unprotected land. On one such outing, Arthur attacks Ealdor and claims Merlin for his piece of the loot.

Athur conquers Ealdor and meets Merlin. Takes Merlin. And in the end, all is well.

They're not friends yet. That takes time, more than a few really disastrous missions, two anniversaries, and quite a lot of bloodshed. Jim's never been the patient type.

Summary: They're not friends yet. That takes time, more than a few really disastrous missions, two anniversaries, and quite a lot of bloodshed. Jim's never been the patient type.

Summary: They're not friends yet. That takes time, more than a few really disastrous missions, two anniversaries, and quite a lot of bloodshed. Jim's never been the patient type. Word count: 7,400

Jim just wishes they were friends.

Fabulous pre-slash story of the crew of the Enterprise gelling together in the first couple of years of the mission. Wonderfully written.

They're not friends yet. That takes time, more than a few really disastrous missions, two anniversaries, and quite a lot of bloodshed. Jim's never been the patient type. AN: This was meant to be a slow pre-slash to slash kind of thing. It's still mostly that (except it never really breaks 'pre') but also ended up being the story of James T. Kirk's first year in command of the Enterprise.

kirk is uhura's best girlfriend, srsly

It began as an obscure form of punishment. Nyota had rejected Jim in no uncertain terms; Jim was going to find a way to make her deal with him regardless.

Characters/Pairing: Jim & Nyota; Spock/Uhura; Kirk/McCoy implied Rating: PG-13 Words: ~2700 Summary: Boys. Girls. Clothes. Pon Farr.

The one where Uhura unexpectedly becomes Kirk's fag hag. Basically. (by trisfic)

Boys. Girls. Clothes. Pon Farr.

Four Consequences of the Unexpected and Unlikely Friendship Between James T. Kirk and Nyota Uhura. To sum up? Boys. Girls. Clothes. Pon Farr. Silliness and much lovely platonicness. Oh yes.

Summary: Boys. Girls. Clothes. Pon Farr.

Kirk/Spock - Kirk's angsting over his desire for Spock and hiding/avoiding the issue by doing as much work as possible - spock is clueless at first, but catches on, and making out (and/or other various sexual activites) ensues against a wall somewhere. or over a desk, if you'd prefer.

In the world the other Spock had come from, he and Jim hadn't just been friends. They'd been lovers.

Bones is the first to notice he's basically given up on sleeping. Actually, he's surprised nobody else has noticed he could stow Scotty's little green friend in the bags under his eyes, or that as soon as he goes off duty it's all he can do to stand up straight.

It's harder at night, when the bridge is deserted and he can't sleep. Kirk deals with the mindmeld. Spock tries to help.

He did this thing to me, okay, merged our brains or something to show me what happened and how he got here! And now there's all this /stuff/ in my head and it's driving me fucking crazy!

"It wasn't you, it was him!" he yells, pointing out the window, out toward the far-distant cave on Delta Vega. "I'm not lying to you, for God's sake, are you serious? He did this thing to me, okay, merged our brains or something to show me what happened and how he got here! And now there's all this /stuff/ in my head and it's driving me fucking crazy!"

The one where Jim can't sleep nd Spock finds him.

Kirk's angsting over his desire for Spock and hiding/avoiding the issue by doing as much work as possible - Spock is clueless at first, but catches on, and making out ensues against a wall somewhere. or over a desk, if you'd prefer.

Summary : for a prompt at st_xi_kink : Kirk's angsting over his desire for Spock and hiding/avoiding the issue by doing as much work as possible - spock is clueless at first, but catches on, and making out ensues against a wall somewhere. or over a desk, if you'd prefer. 4450-ish words.

Summary: prompt at st_xi_kink : Kirk's angsting over his desire for Spock and hiding/avoiding the issue by doing as much work as possible - Spock is clueless at first, but catches on, and making out ensues against a wall somewhere. or over a desk, if you'd prefer.

Last part of the Unholy-verse trilogy, has links to the first two.

Where the group travel to the Vatican when they find out that Gerard's body has gone missing.

Sequel to "Staring Through the Demons". It's all gonna come to a head.

third part of I Have Been ALl Things Unholy

god i love unholyverse. i would be in a fandom about amoebas if ppl wrote stories like this.

"It would seem," the Cardinal finished, "that Father Way's body has disappeared." There was a silence. Eventually Bob said, "What the fuck?" "Yes," said the Cardinal. "Quite." (Sequel to Staring Through the Demons)

AU. The final installment of the Unholyverse.

Sequel to "I Have Been All Things Unholy" and "Staring Through the Demons". Finally! :)

third in unholyverse.

"It would seem," the Cardinal finished, "that Father Way's body has disappeared."

Second one

"You know, people write slash fanfic about the Bible too."

"You know, people write slash fanfic about the Bible too." "Go to sleep, Sam."

Post Monster at the End of the Book, Sam's still hip deep in fanfic.

Sam and Dean read fanfic about themselves... snerk.

"And then the fanfic? That's gonna be, like, the Book of Mormon."

If Kirk and Spock had met when they were thirteen they'd have been BFF. This fic proves it.

Spock and Kirk make friends while bleeding. So exactly what happened, except they're in grade school. AU. Gen.

Summary: Spock and Kirk make friends while bleeding. So exactly what happened, except they're in grade school. AU. Gen.

Neither of them will know it for years yet, but a legend begins like this: The blond human boy grins at him through a split lip and says, "Hey. I'm Jim Kirk."

Summary: There are times (when being attacked by Klingons, for example) when life on the Enterprise is a million miles away from McCoy’s country practice. There are other times when it’s exactly the same. **||** [750 words] Brilliant, hilarious, McCoy POV!

Turns out, despite the vast emptiness of space, and the worryingly illusory protection offered even by Starfleet’s finest vessel, and the sheer likelihood of being taken out by an unexpected cosmic event (sure, those nebulae look pretty now but up-close they’re just a disaster waiting to happen) and/or Klingon attack (McCoy’s sure it’s going to happen any day now) and/or new and fatal alien disease (probably sexually transmitted; probably Kirk’s fault), life on the Enterprise isn’t as far off a village as you might expect.

mccoy ship miscellanea

There are times (when being attacked by Klingons, for example) when life on the Enterprise is a million miles away from McCoy’s country practice. There are other times when it’s exactly the same. [fave lighthearted ensemble fic]

“Jesus, Bones, they’re running a still!” “That’s outrageous, Jim.” “Did you know about this?” “Absolutely not. I’m a doctor, not a moonshiner.” “Can you get me some?” “Sure.

There are times (when being attacked by Klingons, for example) when life on the Enterprise is a million miles away from McCoy’s country practice. There are other times when it’s exactly the same

There are times (when being attacked by Klingons, for example) when life on the Enterprise is a million miles away from McCoy’s country practice. There are other times when it’s exactly the same.

McCoy’s expression is wise and, he is aware, deeply annoying. “Jim, my friend, it takes a village to raise a child.”

Bones-fic. Gen. All about life as doctor aboard the Enterprise, and how it isn't too far removed from being a country doctor. So cute! Prequel to "Birds Do It..."

There are times (when being attacked by Klingons, for example) when life on the Enterprise is a million miles away from McCoy’s country practice. There are other times when it’s exactly the same. [First in chaletian's marvelous Village!verse.]

Sequel.

Sequel to Cut and Fucking Paste

Sequel to 'cut and fucking paste'. I kind of love how crimsonclad writes Kirk as a twelve-year-old girl.

(sequel to "cut and fucking paste") [http://crimsonclad.livejournal.com/129855.html]

He pulls Spock down for one last kiss, a trembling press of lips, and then closes his eyes: ready. (Right before he passes out, though, he remembers-- he never knew his father. His father died when he was a baby and fuck fuck fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck--)

[star trek reboot. pg-13. kirk, spock, scotty; spock/uhura, old trek kirk/spock, kirk/bafflement.] Sequel to "Cut and Fucking Paste." He pulls Spock down for one last kiss, a trembling press of lips, and then closes his eyes: ready. (Right before he passes out, though, he remembers-- he never knew his father. His father died when he was a baby and fuck fuck fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck--)

Sequel to cut and fucking paste. with still no fucking actually-getting-together.

In which Jim continues to struggle with his mindmeld-fueled desire to be "true love destiny and shit" with Spock. OMFG, EVEN BETTER THAN CUT & FUCKING PASTE, I CANNOT BELIEVE IT.

Sequel to Cut and Fucking Paste. (Right before he passes out, though, he remembers-- he never knew his father. His father died when he was a baby and fuck fuck fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck--)

He pulls Spock down for one last kiss, a trembling press of lips, and then closes his eyes: ready. (Right before he passes out, though, he remembers-- he never knew his father. His father died when he was a baby and fuck fuck fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck--) Crackilicious

Vulcans do not grimace, but Spock feels that this is an instance where he wonders about the wisdom of that cultural decision.

The next time he opened his eyes he was as cold as he’d ever been in his life.

This was really delightful. Merlin uses magic to save Arthur from drowning.

It's an idea that's been done before but it's all the aftermath dealings that make this a lovely story

Beautiful.

Summary: He can't understand why it disturbs him so deeply.

He can't understand why it disturbs him so deeply.

The next time one of these memories erupts from its hiding place is months later, aboard the Enterprise, in the middle of a mildly heated argument with Spock. He's mildly heated and arguing, Spock is being an impeccably logical douchebag and he may be correct, but that doesn't mean he's *right*. Jim could tell him to back down, that's an order, but he can't let go of his desire to convince Spock that he's wrong.

kirk doesn't want what spock prime left in his head. spock takes it away-- but some things are just meant to be. incredibly beautiful piece of fic.

He can't understand why it disturbs him so deeply. Spock feels the effects of Spock Prime's mind-meld.

"God. Just... we're sleeping together," he blurts out. Spock actually blinks. "Lieutenant Uhura would be surprised to hear that." He appears to give the matter a little thought. "Perhaps not entirely surprised." "No! I mean the other you, and the other me from his timeline. Wait. What?"

The first one happens three weeks later, when Kirk is still back at the academy, packing up his dead roommate's belongings. He can't understand why it disturbs him so deeply.

by raphaela667, sulu finds out. cute.

Hikaru Sulu does not gossip

surprise! We're in love!

Hikaru Sulu knows everything, but he didn't know this.

(Coming out fic) Hikaru Sulu does not gossip. He is just present when other people say things about people who are not present, and then he sometimes repeats it to more people who might be interested. He doesn't gossip, because most of it is true.

Hikaru Sulu does not gossip. He is just present when other people say things about people who are not present, and then he sometimes repeats it to more people who might be interested. He doesn't gossip, because most of it is true.

Heeee. Sulu knows everything that's going on in the Enterprise. Well, mostly.

Summary: Hikaru Sulu knows everything, but he didn't know this.

"I cannot predict whether you will survive these injuries on the basis of your surviving past injuries."

Tame little rebellions, maybe, but in this family Ashlee's already learned to take what she can get.

"Look, it's like," she says finally, feeling drunk and dumb and bad with words. "I was raised to talk about God when you were sober and sex when you were wasted. As far as I can tell, in your world or whatever, it's basically the other way round." [Lovely, believable traces-canon-and-fills-in-the-gaps type Ashlee-centric fic.]

When she was 11, Ashlee Simpson hated her sister. While she never admits this in so many words, her actions back then spoke volumes. She resented Jessica’s elder status, the way her parents fawned over their firstborn’s dreams of pop stardom...felt inferior, awkward, left out. A popular girl at school in Waco, Texas, Jessica would regularly have friends over, banishing Ashlee to her bedroom upstairs. But Ashlee was a combative force even as a preteen, and she liked nothing better than embarrassing her sister...so, wearing only a bathrobe, she would stomp down to Jessica’s gathering, disrobe before everyone and play the guitar naked, all the while grinning like a lunatic.

REC: Very bittersweet, as well as hot. "When she was 11, Ashlee Simpson hated her sister. While she never admits this in so many words, her actions back then spoke volumes. She resented Jessica’s elder status, the way her parents fawned over their firstborn’s dreams of pop stardom...felt inferior, awkward, left out. A popular girl at school in Waco, Texas, Jessica would regularly have friends over, banishing Ashlee to her bedroom upstairs. But Ashlee was a combative force even as a preteen, and she liked nothing better than embarrassing her sister...so, wearing only a bathrobe, she would stomp down to Jessica’s gathering, disrobe before everyone and play the guitar naked, all the while grinning like a lunatic."

When she was 11, Ashlee Simpson hated her sister. While she never admits this in so many words, her actions back then spoke volumes. She resented Jessica’s elder status, the way her parents fawned over their firstborn’s dreams of pop stardom...felt inferior, awkward, left out. A popular girl at school in Waco, Texas, Jessica would regularly have friends over, banishing Ashlee to her bedroom upstairs. But Ashlee was a combative force even as a preteen, and she liked nothing better than embarrassing her sister...so, wearing only a bathrobe, she would stomp down to Jessica’s gathering, disrobe before everyone and play the guitar naked, all the while grinning like a lunatic.

From day one it's clear to her that Jessica is the golden child.

Good look at Ashlee's life...

She knocks herself out to look hot and ends up looking like Jessica; she wraps herself all around Pete and is quiet and clingy all night. She drinks far too many vodka-redbulls and practically gropes him in all the pictures and then spends half an hour throwing up. -- Transcends fanfiction to be a story in its own right, it's just very very real and inspiring.

Later she'll write a dozen songs trying desperately to reassert that defiance, to recapture those days when she felt so precariously different, so attention-gettingly alive. It won't really work, not once they've passed through the hands of a dozen co-writers and producers and label people and Daddy.

>> From day one it's clear to her that Jessica is the golden child. << Oh Ashlee. This was so amazing. I have no words.

I'm trying to find a fic and it's annoying me to no end that I cannot find it. I thought it was on Wraithbait but I couldn't find it.

And thus was born the mad idea to randomly select sgastoryfinders posts, cull lines from them, and see what kind of poem I can find thereby.

poetry from the sga ficfinder comm.

The sgastoryfinders poems.

I need help finding a story... What little I remember is, I'm looking for a story I am looking for a fic

Storyfinders poetry

sga storyfinders found poetry

I think John was actually busy being a mathemetician and not a soldier.

Hilarious poetry constructed from 'I'm looking for a fic ...' requests on the lj community, sga storyfinders. -- "I am, of course, searching for a fic. I remember trapped under some rubble trapped under a lot of debris Sheppard and McKay are captured Rodney and John are hurt"

"I need help finding a story... What little I remember is," Poetry constructed from ficfinder comm posts.

<3 <3 Found poetry from sgastoryfinders. I don't even read SGA fic but this felt so true and awesome anyway.

The important thing is: they have sex. *** OMG. OMG. OMG. This shouldn't be read in public places. It demonstrates clearly the utter ridiculousness of my favourite fandom and of people in general. OMG. Delicious supplied "recycle" for recommended tags. Who am I to go against the tide?

Because it is rheanna. What more does a person need to know? *hearts*

I love Gaila. She is fabu. Photosynthesis!

Uhura and Galia, cultural misunderstandings.

Nyota liked her roommate just fine until she met her.

Summary: Nyota liked her roommate just fine until she met her.

When I say Uhura+Gaila, I meant Uhura+Gaila friendship fic. =D

oh my, the first meeting with a new roommate can be FRAUGHT. Uhuru and Gaila, funny and awesome. (Also, Uhuru is in the GLEE CLUB which in a tiny nod to TOS canon that makes me very happy) NOT AN AU.

Nyota liked her roommate just fine, until she met her. (Cultural taboos, friendship, and a side of Spock/Uhura)

"You—you—masticator!" Gaila shrieked, backing away in revulsion. Which was how Nyota discovered that although Orion society had absolutely no taboos about sex, it had a lot of taboos about food and eating, and she'd just broken all of them.

omg, kid!spock

Starfleet first officers did not regress to childhood without at least submitting prior warning to their commanding officers. They'd established that after the whole Pon Farr mess last year. There were rules about Vulcan biology and scaring the hell out of Jim now. This had to be in violation of at least three of them.

Starfleet first officers did not regress to childhood without at least submitting prior warning to their commanding officers. They'd established that after the whole Pon Farr mess last year. There were rules about Vulcan biology and scaring the hell out of Jim now. This had to be in violation of at least three of them. -- De-aged Spock, est. K/S. Funny yet poignant.

Starfleet first officers did not regress to childhood without at least submitting prior warning to their commanding officers. They'd established that after the whole Pon Farr mess last year. There were rules about Vulcan biology and scaring the hell out of Jim now. This had to be in violation of at least three of them. | PG-13 | Humour, Crack, De-Aging

The one where Spock de-ages and Kirk has to take care of him. Wacky, cracky fun times. :))

Summary: Starfleet first officers did not regress to childhood without at least submitting prior warning to their commanding officers. They'd established that after the whole Pon Farr mess last year. There were rules about Vulcan biology and scaring the hell out of Jim now. This had to be in violation of at least three of them.

the one where they find the zpms but hide them...

It had changed so gradually with Jennifer, was the thing. Rodney couldn’t pick a moment when he’d felt the balance shift from “this is fucking awesome” to “wow, I’m really middle-aged”.

toomuchplor : Waiting For My Real Life To Begin Rodney’s fortieth birthday had come and gone without much fanfare, either from his colleagues or, thankfully, from his own psyche.

Rodney’s fortieth birthday had come and gone without much fanfare, either from his colleagues or, thankfully, from his own psyche.

By toomuchplor. Rodney/Jennifer and then Rodney/John. In which Jennifer is adorably insatiable, and John is in the closet, and eventually there are ZPMs and awesomeness and Rodney exercises his veto power. :-)

McKay and Keller are dating, he starts feeling middle-aged, there are some mid-life crises around and McKay ends up with Sheppard

"Everyone assumes that because I am young I am inexperienced. That anyone can hug me or tell me uncomfortably personal things or ruffle my hair and is all right because I am tiny. Well, I am not that tiny!"

GEN, Chekov. Five times Pavel Chekov hated being the only seventeen-year-old on the Enterprise. Oneshot.

Five times Pavel Chekov hated being the only seventeen-year-old on the Enterprise.

Being protected is not the same as being respected, and what he wants is the latter.

Poor Chekov. No one will let him grow up!

Chekov fic! Filled with awesome!

aww, chekov

the one where jensen's overweight and jared's his trainer.

Jensen Ackles is a shy, overweight songwriter whose body issues have prevented him from forming any real personal connections, and at thirty, he’s still unsure of his sexuality, and still a virgin. But when he signs up for an experimental obesity research program, he meets Jared Padalecki, a stunningly sexy fitness guru who slowly but surely changes Jensen’s life.

Jensen Ackles is a shy, overweight songwriter whose body issues have prevented him from forming any real personal connections, and at thirty, he’s still unsure of his sexuality, and still a virgin. But when he signs up for an experimental obesity research program, he meets Jared Padalecki, a stunningly sexy fitness guru who slowly but surely changes Jensen’s life

Rating: NC-17; Word Count: 47,000; Jensen Ackles is a shy, overweight songwriter whose body issues have prevented him from forming any real personal connections, and at thirty, he’s still unsure of his sexuality, and still a virgin. But when he signs up for an experimental obesity research program, he meets Jared Padalecki, a stunningly sexy fitness guru who slowly but surely changes Jensen’s life.

Summary: Jensen Ackles is a shy, overweight songwriter whose body issues have prevented him from forming any real personal connections, and at thirty, he’s still unsure of his sexuality, and still a virgin. But when he signs up for an experimental obesity research program, he meets Jared Padalecki, a stunningly sexy fitness guru who slowly but surely changes Jensen’s life

What the title says. Short and sweet.

What he’s not thinking about is what comes out of his mouth, but that’s not really unusual.

Jim Kirk saying "sweetheart" to Spock

It takes Merlin one thousand, three hundred and fifty-seven years to find Arthur. The shock of seeing him again almost makes him forget the cold, dozens of metres beneath the ice; the giddiness makes him light-headed. His name's not Merlin in this incarnation, of course. It's Rodney – at least, Merlin says it's Rodney, because that's better than the other one – and he's not a sorcerer as much as… well, a magician perhaps. Because these days, science is magic, and Merlin has learned so much that of all the people on Earth, he's still among the most powerful.

SGA/Merlin fusion; They're both less innocent than they were a thousand years ago; less trusting, more broken. This time, Merlin is the one who gets called on his behaviour – and it's true, he thinks ruefully, he'd stopped bothering to learn the names of those around him long ago – and Arthur is the one who refuses to leave anyone behind. This time, Merlin is the one saying words like "idiot" and "moron," and Arthur has the stupid ears.

They're both less innocent than they were a thousand years ago; less trusting, more broken. This time, Merlin is the one who gets called on his behavior – and it's true, he thinks ruefully, he'd stopped bothering to learn the names of those around him long ago – and Arthur is the one who refuses to leave anyone behind. This time, Merlin is the one saying words like "idiot" and "moron," and Arthur has the stupid ears.

They're both less innocent than they were a thousand years ago; less trusting, more broken. This time, Merlin is the one who gets called on his behaviour – and it's true, he thinks ruefully, he'd stopped bothering to learn the names of those around him long ago – and Arthur is the one who refuses to leave anyone behind. This time, Merlin is the one saying words like "idiot" and "moron," and Arthur has the stupid ears.

It takes Merlin one thousand, three hundred and fifty-seven years to find Arthur. The shock of seeing him again almost makes him forget the cold, dozens of metres beneath the ice; the giddiness makes him light-headed.

They're both less innocent than they were a thousand years ago; less trusting, more broken. This time, Merlin is the one who gets called on his behaviour – and it's true, he thinks ruefully, he'd stopped bothering to learn the names of those around him long ago – and Arthur is the one who refuses to leave anyone behind. This time, Merlin is the one saying words like "idiot" and "moron," and Arthur has the stupid ears. [~2,600]

SGA/Merlin crossover of amazing WIN.

Summary: They're both less innocent than they were a thousand years ago; less trusting, more broken. This time, Merlin is the one who gets called on his behaviour – and it's true, he thinks ruefully, he'd stopped bothering to learn the names of those around him long ago – and Arthur is the one who refuses to leave anyone behind. This time, Merlin is the one saying words like "idiot" and "moron," and Arthur has the stupid ears. **||** [2.610 words] This doesn't work perfectly, but it works well enough to be intriguing.

ST:AOS. Jim brings Spock home to meet Mom. Wonderful and sweet with a lot of great character development.

“I know your son very well. I know that he is most likely to do what he is told not to do,” Spock says, and she sees a flash of humor in his face, but maybe she imagined that, too. “I wondered if it might be in my interest should you hate me on sight.”

“We want to go to New Vulcan,” he says. “While we’re on leave.” He says ‘we’ the way he’d say ‘I’ – as if there’s no point discussing them as two people, as if he and Spock together are a given in any equation. There are so many beautiful images in here, so many quiet observations and lovely moments and so, so much love. I love this vision of Winona.

"“Yes,” Spock says, tightly, and suddenly Jim’s attention isn’t with their small but perpetual family drama. He’s with Spock, entirely, and she catches the moment when Spock looks up at her son and nods, slight enough that she’d never have seen it if she hadn’t been looking for some reaction. Jim nods back, grins a little, and Spock doesn’t smile back. She knows little of Vulcans, but she doesn’t suppose he would." -- Heart-wrenching portrait of Winona Kirk and the love for her son whose life she hasn't been a part of for a long time now.

"When they hit the steel divide between the glass shelving, it was with a carefully calculated force: a mere 15% of what their combined mass and acceleration might produce, a percentage Spock had determined would be in no way detrimental to the structural integrity of the architecture. It was enough, however, to rattle the Bajoran ceramics on the shelves, and that was what aroused Jim."

Rating: NC-17 * Summary: 1,636 words. "When they hit the steel divide between the glass shelving, it was with a carefully calculated force: a mere 15% of what their combined mass and acceleration might produce, a percentage Spock had determined would be in no way detrimental to the structural integrity of the architecture. It was enough, however, to rattle the Bajoran ceramics on the shelves, and that was what aroused Jim."

Oh, loooovely. Excellent Spock perspective-- a little removed, and maybe not completely aware of just how involved he actually is in this situation.

When they hit the steel divide between the glass shelving, it was with a carefully calculated force: a mere 15% of what their combined mass and acceleration might produce, a percentage Spock had determined would be in no way detrimental to the structural integrity of the architecture. It was enough, however, to rattle the Bajoran ceramics on the shelves, and that was what aroused Jim."

As time went by and his data pool widened, Spock had begun to understand how to bring humans to arousal. He had first discovered that it was an entirely unique process for each of them, requiring an entirely unique set of stimuli. Jim did not enjoy being touched inside the hip, as Nyota had. Jim did not enjoy being held. Jim enjoyed force. He enjoyed a coupling much more physically strenuous than Nyota, and he enjoyed being the aggressor. He enjoyed, in what Spock was sure was some hazy, abstract sense, the idea that he was somehow forcing the initiation of the encounter.

How each gives the other what they want

Summary: 1636 words. "When they hit the steel divide between the glass shelving, it was with a carefully calculated force: a mere 15% of what their combined mass and acceleration might produce, a percentage Spock had determined would be in no way detrimental to the structural integrity of the architecture. It was enough, however, to rattle the Bajoran ceramics on the shelves, and that was what aroused Jim."

Title: Barely Perceptible Green Author: [info]woebetidesweets Pairing: Spock/Kirk Rating: NC-17 Disclaimer: Don't own. Summary: 1636 words. "When they hit the steel divide between the glass shelving, it was with a carefully calculated force: a mere 15% of what their combined mass and acceleration might produce, a percentage Spock had determined would be in no way detrimental to the structural integrity of the architecture. It was enough, however, to rattle the Bajoran ceramics on the shelves, and that was what aroused Jim."

The obligatory angry, underaged non-con fic. Also known as, hey, why did Jim drive his step dad's car off a cliff?

Later on he'd never admit this, but his first love was books. Not just the shiny smooth surfaces of reading tablets with their bright, easy contrast screens-- real books with smelly, pulpy pages that felt good under his fingertips.

I didn't think I'd like this, but wow. D:

Star Trek movieverse fic that takes the fanon conjecture of alt!Kirk having been sexually abused and makes it work as a serious story, not an excuse for h/c. It's a painful and very compelling read.

The obligatory angry, underaged non-con fic. Also known as, hey, why did Jim drive his step dad's car off a cliff? Fascinating character study

very believeable and quite sad backstory in explanation to why Jim drove his step dad's car off a cliff

Arther and Merlin years later from an outside perspective

"Yes, I do it to aggravate you," says Arthur

Future fic. Arthur in battle,from the POV of a foreign king

He looks up, and flashes a smile past Coveros, at Vedica. "That was you with the stasis spell, right? That was tremendously clever, I wish I could figure out how you did it." Vedica freezes, and a moment later, as he realizes who this servant must be, so does Coveros. Vedica stutters, after a moment, "It's-- it's a slowing of certain, um, biological-- for difficult pregnancies, you see, sometimes, to stop her from bearing early, it's--" and he's heard her explain this dozens of times already, so he knows she's just clamped her mouth shut on "very useful in lambing time."

Arthur, his knights and Merlin ride to the aid of the Celtic king and his battle weary warriors.

Third person POV of Arthur's rescue of a gaelic tribe. Beautiful incorporation of an outsider's POV to the great king Arthur is and his relationship with Merlin.

"Yes, I do it to aggravate you," says Arthur ~ An outsider observes Merlin and the King.

I LOVE this fic.

to read (frank/gerard, vampires?)

90% sure this is already book marked. That awesome supernatural detective AU with vampires.

Pete, in Decaydance Mansion, with a yarrow stake. Frank and Gerard, in the greenhouse, with a plant of questionable origin. Bob, everywhere you look, with a gang of assassins for justice. Vampires, valets, pamphlets, haunted furniture, dub-thrall, disembodied voices, zombie couriers, and sinister rituals.

R AU okay, so i love this to death, but i'm distressed by it! it's wonderful and kind of regency and kind of REALLY NOT. but with vampires &etc. the end is kind of... uh. what?? no more?? BUT STILL ALL REALLY GOOD. (ryan ross got very lost. :[ )

The sign on the door reads, “Thank you for visiting Gerard Way's Vampire Detective Agency. If calling after daylight hours, please speak with Mr. Iero upon arriving. If calling during the day, please come back at night.”

Frank is Gerard's valet! And a vampire, and Gerard is a human who acts as a detective for the paranormal community, and Pete may or may not be dead, but whatever, to me this will always be the story where Frank is Gerard's valet and it is *awesome*.

Summary: Pete, in Decaydance Mansion, with a yarrow stake. Frank and Gerard, in the greenhouse, with a plant of questionable origin. Bob, everywhere you look, with a gang of assassins for justice. Vampires, valets, pamphlets, haunted furniture, dub-thrall, disembodied voices, zombie couriers, and sinister rituals.

"Oh my God, this shit has developed a narrative thread," Chris marvels.

by rageprufrock. Inspired by both Chris Pine's douchetastic Cosmo Interview (in which he advises prospective girlfriends to admire the size of his penis by saying things like "Baby, I don't have three hands!") and Zachary Quinto's dorktastic photos of himself actually having three hands.

Co-written by Leupagus.) Inspired by both Chris Pine's douchetastic Cosmo Interview (in which he advises prospective girlfriends to admire the size of his penis by saying things like "Baby, I don't have three hands!") and Zachary Quinto's dorktastic photos of himself actually having three hands (... for some Heroes episode? [we really hope so, anyway -- pru]), this fic was created in fits of combined drunkness, insomnia, and work-related psychosis. Anyone who makes a comment along the lines of "but that interview didn't come out until such-and-such a date!" or "Zach didn't wear those awful hats until after the end of the shoot!" will be killed. [aaaaand here you can see the difference between leupagus and me: she actually has notes and disclaimers and shit. -- pru]

Sasha's grin widens. "He's been making a D-face all morning." "What the fuck is a D-face?" Chris asks, and then Zach pauses at the opened door of the makeup trailer and pouts, with sad disappointment, at Chris for what feels like two eternities before he says: "Nice interview," and leaves, spinning with a twist in his hips. "...Oh," Chris says.

CUTEST STORY EVER!!!

I know you (used?) to read bad fan-fic. This is a very-very condensed run-down of the recent Star Trek movie, delivered in one-liners. And pretty damned funny. :^)

Laugh-out-loud take on the film. Brilliant from start to finish. To wit: Never go in against a Vulcan when kink is on the line.

A parody of the newest Star Trek movie, by Sarah Rees Brennan. (aka Mistful in the HP fandom) Mentions of Kirk/Spock, kinda.

SPOCK: You fell victim to one of the classic blunders. Never go in against a Vulcan when kink is on the line.

'KIRK: I'm sorry, I can't hear you over the screams of 'I'm fabulous! I'm fabulous!' IN MY OWN HEAD.'

UHURA: I seem not to be assigned to the Enterprise. Please correct this error. SPOCK: Well, I didn't... UHURA: You know my qualifications. MA in advanced linguistics. PhD in badass. SPOCK: So I'll just be correcting that error, then. UHURA: That's what I thought. SPOCK: It is a perfectly logical decision on my part to be totally whipped.

new Star Trek (2009) movie parody

In which Merlin is kind of an idiot, Arthur is hot, there is no such thing as a love potion, and everything works out for the best. (the usual then, but with porn)

It was extraordinary, Merlin reflected as he pounded down the corridor toward the Great Hall, how often the destiny the Great Dragon constantly spoke of entailed saving Arthur from beautiful women.

When a visiting noblewoman tries to charm Arthur with a love potion, it's Merlin's duty to save him. No ulterior motives whatsoever. :D

Merlin has to protect Arthur from a love potion. Sweet!

Merlin has to save Arthur from the clutches of yet another not-so-distressed damsel, who has gotten her hands on a love potion.

Love potions generally only had strength through the night, their power dissipating with the dawn's light. If Arthur could sleep undisturbed until morning, he would never know he had been enchanted, and no harm would have been done.

Love potion made them do it.

Very hilarious and has the whole team in it too, which is awesome. Kirk/McCoy, Spock/Uhura, Implied Sulu/CHekov, implied Scotty/right hand

“Women love the captain,” Chekov declares, tugging on one brown curl. Sulu and Uhura appear relieved that he has prevented any more references to Scotty’s lonely stay on Delta Vega, and Spock sympathizes. “Even I know this, back at school. He would have no time! Dr. McCoy is his best friend, not boyfriend.” Sulu cocks his head, his face slowly split by a grin. “Care to make a wager on that?”

We've read this, but I wanted to bookmark it anyway <3

OMG THE CHAIRSEX IS HERE!

“Where has the captain gone?” Chekov glances around, brow furrowed. While he seeks intellectual approval from Spock, he looks up to Kirk as some kind of elder brother whose varied qualities and habits are worthy of emulation. Spock considers this to be an unhealthy fixation, although Uhura says it’s only harmless hero worship – until Kirk’s tutelage leads to Chekov picking up some alien sexually transmitted infection, anyway.

The one where the crew bets on whether or not Bones and Kirk are doing it.

Uhura loses a bet. And there's sex in the captain's chair.

OMG THE CHAIRSEX IS HERE! Kirk/McCoy, Spock/Uhura, implied Sulu/Chekov, implied Scotty/right hand.

Kirk and Bones find out that the Bridge is betting on whether they're together. They (Jim) decide to have fun with it.

PG-13. "If he does not return within these walls before sunset, no mortal power can bring him back to Camelot, and he will ride with the Hunt forever." Sequel to Beltane.

"I have called you to give you a warning," the dragon said. "A red moon rises over Camelot this night. The Wild Hunt will ride." Sequel to Beltane.

"'I have called you to give you a warning,' the dragon said. 'A red moon rises over Camelot this night. The Wild Hunt will ride.'" Sequel to Beltane, prequel That Shall Achieve The Sword. Pre-slash.

After he woke up at dawn three days running with a voice insistently calling his name, Arthur finally lost patience and got his crossbow and a torch and stalked down to the dungeons. "No, don't get up," he told the abashed guards he'd surprised at their dicing, and took the passage down to the dragon.

"Do you see his future clearly now?" The woman was silent. "The future often slips from sight," she said, finally. "Hm," the dragon said, and lowered its head to its forearms. "Did we bind the heir to the Wild Magic," it said, "or set loose the heir to the Old?" [Ale to ma KLIMAT. <3 Świetna historia. No i ARTUR, mój Boże. Ba, Merlin też, ale Artur - Artur to Artur.]

The sequel to Beltane... Merlin's reached his twenty-first birthday, and the Wild Hunt is riding.

Immediately follows Beltane

Arthur's knights have a great fondness for the term 'cocksucker.' [3,900]

Merlin's hair is a riotous brown mess on his head, which Arthur only notices when Merlin is on his knees before him or when Arthur is watching Merlin from across the room. There could be hundreds of pale, scrawny manservants with piercing blue eyes in all of Camelot, and Arthur would be able to pick out Merlin by his unruly hair alone.

Perhaps Merlin is an infectious disease, and Arthur has no hope of cure.

"In a little under a year, Merlin has become irreplaceable, and if Merlin dies for want of Arthur at his side, Arthur would never be able to live with himself." Arthur gets a tad distracted.

Arthur's knights have a great fondness for the term 'cocksucker.'

Arthur keeps thinking about Merlin, and it doesn't go the way he wants it to go. He's just concerned about Merlin's welfare, that's all.

"Arthur will not even address the matter of Merlin's absurd cheekbones. Perhaps if Merlin actually ate something they would be less pronounced. Perhaps Arthur should tie Merlin down and -- this line of reasoning doesn't seem to be going where it should." Arthur muses on Merlin.

Arthur will not even address the matter of Merlin's absurd cheekbones. Perhaps if Merlin actually ate something they would be less pronounced. Perhaps Arthur should tie Merlin down and -- this line of reasoning doesn't seem to be going where it should.

Merlin dreams, Arthur finds out about that whole magic thing and is blackmailed, and a boar terrorizes Camelot.

Merlin dreams, Arthur finds out about that whole magic thing and is blackmailed, and a boar terrorizes Camelot. Arthur's dissapointed that merlin didn't confide in him, and their relationship suffers. (Merlin can transport himself or Arthur when he dreams)

Arthur finds out and is blackmailed

Summary: Merlin dreams, Arthur finds out about that whole magic thing and is blackmailed, and a boar terrorizes Camelot.

Merlin dreams, Arthur finds out about that whole magic thing and is blackmailed, and a boar terrorizes Camelot. "What," Arthur said, and Merlin’s eyes snapped open. Arthur was staring down at him, hair messed and sleepwear rumpled. The look in Arthur’s eyes was much more effective than any cold bath, "are you doing in my bed?" "I can explain." Except he really, really couldn’t. "Um. Sleepwalking?"

Summary: Spencer had barely even heard of rugby when he tried out for the team. It was just a way of killing time until Ryan was done with his stupid school magazine. Helping Ryan sift through the lame emo poetry submissions was only funny the first few times. But their west-coast prep school doesn't play soccer or football, so the rugby team turns out to be the coolest thing around, and suddenly Spencer's the school's most popular player. Then Spencer meets Brendon, and everything changes. |__| [my face hurts from grinning at this so hard. this was the cutest, funniest, sweetest, most awesome thing ever and i kind of just want it to never ever ever end.]

Highschool AU, of the best kind, because we've got Brendon/Spencer romance *and* Ryan+Spencer BFFness, plus a fun helping of Ryan/Jon. The one where Spencer plays rugby and is the king, Ryan is his literary-journal obsessed best friend, and Brendon is a theater kid, who Spencer meets when he hurts his leg. The best part, though, is not even the Brendon/Spencer, but this line: "because when you're around you’re the only fucking thing that I see." And that's from Jon to Ryan <3. Primarily Brendon/Spencer and Jon/Ryan, 51000 words.

Really adorable, intensely high-school. Brendon is the drama geek, Spencer is the star flyhalf of the rugby team, Ryan edits the school lit magazine, and Jon is his creepy stalker. Manages to have all those roles filled without becoming unbearably cliche, so props to that.

Spencer had barely even heard of rugby when he tried out for the team. It was just a way of killing time until Ryan was done with his stupid school magazine. Helping Ryan sift through the lame emo poetry submissions was only funny the first few times. But their west-coast prep school doesn't play soccer or football, so the rugby team turns out to be the coolest thing around, and suddenly Spencer's the school's most popular player. Then Spencer meets Brendon, and everything changes.

Spencer had barely even heard of rugby when he tried out for the team. It was just a way of killing time until Ryan was done with his stupid school magazine. Helping Ryan sift through the lame emo poetry submissions was only funny the first few times. But their west-coast prep school doesn't play soccer or football, so the rugby team turns out to be the coolest thing around, and suddenly Spencer's the school's most popular player. Then Spencer meets Brendon, and everything changes. Oh my god is this story amazing. Fantastic Ryan/Spencer friendship, calling acting classes out on their stupidity, failboats in love like whoa, and I really, really love the Jon/Ryan side pairing in this.

Oh my god but this is so cute. And funny. And cute. High School AU of adorable lameness. Spencer’s the *flyhalf* :D

51,000 words. high school AU -- Spencer had barely even heard of rugby when he tried out for the team. It was just a way of killing time until Ryan was done with his stupid school magazine. Helping Ryan sift through the lame emo poetry submissions was only funny the first few times. But their west-coast prep school doesn't play soccer or football, so the rugby team turns out to be the coolest thing around, and suddenly Spencer's the school's most popular player. Then Spencer meets Brendon, and everything changes.

This is fucking amazing. Everything about it is so cute and sweet, even Spencer's mom and her gay freak out. The banter is what really makes this, so read it, because it is a nice, light read that I, personally, never wanted to end. AWKWARD boys for the win.

“Arthur doesn’t know,” Morgana said, too quickly, and for some reason Arthur felt as though the bottom had just dropped out of his stomach.

Words: ~13,000 Spoilers: general for season 1, set during and after 1.13 “Le Morte d’Arthur” Summary: “Arthur doesn’t know,” Morgana said, too quickly, and for some reason Arthur felt as though the bottom had just dropped out of his stomach.

“Arthur doesn’t know,” Morgana said, too quickly, and for some reason Arthur felt as though the bottom had just dropped out of his stomach. -- inspired by wondering how Merlin was going to explain his absences from Camelot in “Le Morte d’Arthur”

"'Arthur doesn’t know,' Morgana said, too quickly, and for some reason Arthur felt as though the bottom had just dropped out of his stomach."

The next day Arthur awoke late to an empty room. A boy from the kitchens brought Arthur his breakfast, and when Merlin still hadn’t appeared by the time the dishes were being cleared away, Arthur sighed and instructed the boy to go and find him. It was close to midday when Sir Kay’s manservant appeared to help him bathe and dress, apologising that the kitchen boy had been unable to find Arthur’s own manservant. A growing sense of unease sat in the pit of his stomach throughout the afternoon, filled again with visits from his father and the well-wishers of the court, and an assortment of servants, but no Merlin. Arthur considered whether he had the energy to work up a good stink about it. It was only when the light was fading from the sky and he was sitting watching a maid make up the fire that he realised he also had not seen Gaius today.

Summary: “Arthur doesn’t know,” Morgana said, too quickly, and for some reason Arthur felt as though the bottom had just dropped out of his stomach. eloquent

Slow-moving reveal of Merlin's magic. Arthur asks all the little questions without asking the one big one. Lovely.

Two indecent exposure citations, one best friend, one amazing sex partner, one unexpected mentor, and a Starfleet-funded study of intercultural sexual norms. Sounds like a normal academic year for Gaila.( Gaila, Uhura, Kirk, Spock)

Gaila&Uhura friendship. Gaila learning about sexual norms. Two indecent exposure citations, one best friend, one amazing sex partner, one unexpected mentor, and a Starfleet-funded study of intercultural sexual norms. Sounds like a normal academic year for Gaila.

in which Gaila is AWESOME

"Your course description states that we will learn language and culture, but 87.6% of our class time has focused exclusively on grammar," she prods. Actually, she pulled that percentage out of her ass, but Commander Spock seems to respect numbers that end with decimal points.

Summary: Two indecent exposure citations, one best friend, one amazing sex partner, one unexpected mentor, and a Starfleet-funded study of intercultural sexual norms. Sounds like a normal academic year for Gaila.

Two indecent exposure citations, one best friend, one amazing sex partner, one unexpected mentor, and a Starfleet-funded study of intercultural sexual norms. Sounds like a normal academic year for Gaila.

A series of vignettes tracing the evolution of Kirk and McCoy's relationship over the years. Or, five people are let in on the worst-kept secret in the Federation.

A series of vignettes tracing the evolution of Kirk and McCoy's relationship over the years. Or, five people discover the worst-kept secret in the Federation.

McCoy sighs and stretches, rubbing at his temples. “Oh, hell. It’s not your fault, kid. The damn fool would have done the same for any one of us, or else gotten himself injured in one of a hundred other ways. That's just what he does.” “All the same, I…” He has no wish to make McCoy uncomfortable, but he feels compelled to say these things so he can sleep without remembering the captain's deathly pallor and the doctor's dark, haunted eyes. “I nearly took him from you, and for that I am sorry.” He looks at Chekov for a long, long moment, pursing his lips. “Just ‘ccept th’ ‘pology,” Kirk mumbles. His eyes are still closed. McCoy turns his head to glare down at him. “The peanut gallery can shut the fuck up, since it’s not supposed to be awake yet on account of it *dying* for forty-seven seconds earlier today.” Kirk’s dry lips curve faintly. “Love you too, Bones.” “And you,” McCoy adds, now leveling his glare at Chekov, “I don’t want to see your ass on the bridge for two days, you hear?”

“The peanut gallery can shut the fuck up, since it’s not supposed to be awake yet on account of it dying for forty-seven seconds earlier today.” Kirk’s dry lips curve faintly. “Love you too, Bones.”

R. "What exactly are you afraid I'm going to do to Gaius in the middle of your magical tower? Choke him with my bare hands?" Dark!Merlin is very addictive. I must find me some more.

Outside the city walls, the tower stood black against the sky.

Merlin, bottom!arthur

Previously Recced [Tangled Yarn]

"What do you want?" Merlin said, snarled, rising up from his chair by Gaius's bedside. His eyes were shining golden, ferocious and bright in the little quiet room at the top of the tower; outside, through the one broad window, Arthur could see coal-smoke clouds blotting out the sun, boiling over, and lightning cracking in the mirk.

extremely hot

Merlin's built a tower outside of Camelot, and Arthur needs to bring him back.

Merlin accidentally makes everybody in Camelot fall in love with him. Everybody except Arthur, that is.

Arthur/Merlin, NC-17. Author's Summary: Merlin accidentally makes everybody in Camelot fall in love with him. Everybody except Arthur, that is.

The one where Arthur gets THIS close to punching his feelings in the face.

Summary: Merlin accidentally makes everybody in Camelot fall in love with him. Everybody except Arthur, that is.

Summary: He prods the foliage to his left, which reacts in surprise by flinging pollen everywhere, and the air is suddenly ever so slightly more yellow than before. Which he figures, in hindsight, probably wasn't the best idea. **||** [2.908 words] I'd love to see the fall out from this after they're rescued! This fic itself is hilarious (damned space pollen!)

Spock will have something to say about his being compromised by foliage, something involving long words, and maybe percentages, and that special sort of sneering that isn't actually sneering but's as good as. And eyebrows that judge him. Oh the eyebrows are good at judging him.

Until Jim's fingers sliding down the back of his neck, a long, smooth line of too-hot skin. And he can't quite help it when his nails drag there, catch in the ends of his hair, and Spock's face does something complicated, and obvious, and there's a noise, a low surprised breathless noise, and-. Oh. Spock's head has tipped back ever so slowly, weight on his fingers, and his mouth is open, just a little, just enough. Yes, fuck yes, Jim wants that. It crushes every other thought, every dizzy confused contemplation of the colour yellow, and perfection and warmth, everything else is gone and he wants that.

Summary: He prods the foliage to his left, which reacts in surprise by flinging pollen everywhere, and the air is suddenly ever so slightly more yellow than before. Which he figures, in hindsight, probably wasn't the best idea. Sex!pollen fic.

Summary: He prods the foliage to his left, which reacts in surprise by flinging pollen everywhere, and the air is suddenly ever so slightly more yellow than before. Which he figures, in hindsight, probably wasn't the best idea. Notes: This fic is everything sex pollen fic should be. Off balance and immediate, beautifully written, and with the perfect balance of hot and snarky.

He prods the foliage to his left, which reacts in surprise by flinging pollen everywhere, and the air is suddenly ever so slightly more yellow than before. Which he figures, in hindsight, probably wasn't the best idea.

He prods the foliage to his left, which reacts in surprise by flinging pollen everywhere, and the air is suddenly ever so slightly more yellow than before.

Jim dubs it 'Planet Yellow.' Sex pollen fic. HOT.

The love story of Jared and Jensen as observed by one Chad Michael Murray. While Jared experiences a journey of self-discovery in which he realizes he's gay, lands a role on Supernatural and falls for his new co-star, Chad names his penis, chairs the Eric Brady fanclub and develops an unhealthy fascination with fraternal incest.

The love story of Jared and Jensen as observed by one Chad Michael Murray. While Jared experiences a journey of self-discovery in which he realizes he's gay, lands a role on Supernatural and falls for his new co-star, Chad names his penis, chairs the Eric Brady fanclub and develops an unhealthy fascination with fraternal incest

Chad POV. Apparently Chad makes everything better, including: strippers, cheerleaders, binge drinking, Wincest shipping, and Jared on Jensen action. "The love story of Jared and Jensen as observed by one Chad Michael Murray. While Jared experiences a journey of self-discovery in which he realizes he's gay, lands a role on Supernatural and falls for his new co-star, Chad names his penis, chairs the Eric Brady fanclub and develops an unhealthy fascination with fraternal incest." Man, if lovin' The Chad is wrong... I don't want to be right!

The love story of Jared and Jensen as observed by one Chad Michael Murray. While Jared experiences a journey of self-discovery in which he realizes he's gay, lands a role on Supernatural and falls for his new co-star, Chad names his penis, chairs the Eric Brady fanclub and develops an unhealthy fascination with fraternal incest COMPLETE

This was destined to happen some time. Really. *** The love story of Jared and Jensen as observed by one Chad Michael Murray. While Jared experiences a journey of self-discovery in which he realizes he's gay, lands a role on Supernatural and falls for his new co-star, Chad names his penis, chairs the Eric Brady fanclub and develops an unhealthy fascination with fraternal incest. *** And Atimi has just the sense of humour for this. Although I don't know why the fic has R raiting. With amount of times the word 'cock' is mentioned it should be NC-30 or something.

Megan had been calling them zombies from the get-go; after the third one, while Adam was busy puking his guts all over the sidewalk, she went around to all of them and hissed, "Listen, they're zombies, do you get it?"

ZOMBIES.

The CDC had brought the quarantine down around the entire Phoenix area around noon, not long after their buses had dropped them off. The third bus, with the band, the roadies, their handlers, had never shown up. Some of the promoters had kept coming in and out of the green room for a little while, always saying, stay here, sit tight, it'll all work out, show's still on.

*______*

ai rpf goes zombie. omfg.

"We need guns," Mike Sarver said. "Are you out of your mind?" Adam said.

Megan had been calling them zombies from the get-go; after the third one, while Adam was busy puking his guts all over the sidewalk, she went around to all of them and hissed, "Listen, they're zombies, do you get it?" Excellent.

astolat zombies

zombie au

One shot about the Top 10 of American Idol Season 8 being attacked by zombies. Sounds preposterous, actually very very good. I was enthralled, and it's one of my favorites.

Jon was not opposed to marrying to his advantage in principle, but he'd never thought to wed himself to the season's scandal.

Jon/Tom, NC-17. 40,000 words Regency AU. Jon was not opposed to marrying to his advantage in principle, but he'd never thought to wed himself to the season's scandal.

Regency AU. Jon was not opposed to marrying to his advantage in principle, but he'd never thought to wed himself to the season's scandal.

This was a pleasure to read, and so fabulous. This 'verse completely drew me in. The writing has a pitch-perfect style that reflects the period in which the story was set. I loved seeing Jon and Tom's romance develop, and wow, it was ridiculously hot.

NC17. SUMMARY: Regency AU. Jon was not opposed to marrying to his advantage in principle, but he'd never thought to wed himself to the season's scandal.

40,000 words. Regency AU. Jon was not opposed to marrying to his advantage in principle, but he'd never thought to wed himself to the season's scandal. <333

Jon/Tom Historical Epic AU of much love. In the tone of Austen.

"Regency AU. Jon was not opposed to marrying to his advantage in principle, but he'd never thought to wed himself to the season's scandal"

Awesome Atlantis fanfic.

Gen, in which Rodney is left temporarily blind and deaf by an accident on a mission; his friends watch out for him. John & Rodney focused, but I like Radek in this, too.

Rodney didn't know what hit him, literally. One minute they were trying to flush some looters armed with suspiciously Genii-looking firearms from the ruins of an Ancient lab, and Teyla was covering for him while he ran for a pillar with a better firing position, and something went pop--! And the next minute he was blind.

An accident offworld leaves Rodney feeling disconnected from the world around him. Luckily John and his friends are there.

some alien tech they encounter leaves Rodney blind and death for a while until they figure out how to solve it

Summary: An accident offworld leaves Rodney feeling disconnected from the world around him. Luckily John and his friends are there.

While on a mission, John Sheppard discovers a device, but he doesn't expect what's inside.

The one where Rodney is a genie of sorts and Ford is back in Atlantis.

While on a mission, John Sheppard discovers a device, but he doesn't expect what's inside

"Shit!" He jumps up, dropping the shaking oval onto the bed. "What the--" His voice stops when the lines encircling the oval glow blue, and then, in a shimmer of light, like sunlit reflections on the ocean surface when viewed from below, a figure appears in front of him. "Oh, God, not again," it -- he -- mutters. Dressed in grey tunic and trousers, he's almost as tall as John but broader, with brown hair and a hairline that's heading north. His generous mouth slants down at one corner and he blinks rapidly, glancing around the room. "Where the hell . . . ." he begins, then his gaze locks on John and his mouth snaps shut. He closes his eyes, lashes brushing his cheeks, and sighs. His eyes open again, as brilliant a blue as the glow from the oval. "My name is Rodney, Master. How may I serve you?"

The one where Rodney's a genie.

Rodney's a slave trapped in an ancient device, and John wants to free him.

Sihaya Black : While on a mission, John Sheppard discovers a device, but he doesn't expect what's inside.

"The fights follow, all manner of petty and grand: always vicious, always horrible and drawn out because Merlin doesn't know that it isn't about him, not really, and Arthur doesn't know how to set down a weapon until it's tasted blood."

It's easy, right up to the moment when Merlin looks up from his goblet and smiles at him, curious and unsure. He's at least a year younger than Arthur, likely more, and looking lost in all the talk. He's as far from his home as Arthur is, soft and shy in an ill-fitting cloak, too uncultured yet to pay more attention to his guests than his servants. He's pale, bright-eyed, with untidy hair and a crooked smile. He's about to die.

AU where Merlin is the prince and Arthur is the servant. Was thinking it could be set in a world where magic is revered and anyone who doesn't have it is looked down on

For the prompt: AU where Merlin is the prince and Arthur is the servant.

an unlikely Prince, a rebel leader; a boy caught between. For the prompt: AU where Merlin is the Prince and Arthur is the servant.

"Oh no," Merlin assures him later, "you weren't really being punished, they just had to spend a few afternoons arguing about what to do with you." Merlin wrinkles his nose at the very idea of it; he doesn't enjoy such meetings, not long enough an authority to know much about punishing anyone, especially would-be assassins. There must be truth to it, since the king decides on a vague sort of house arrest and rewards him the position of Merlin's manservant, which is, in a general sense, a worse fate for a soldier than being executed.

Merlin stares at the sword in his lap, pulling water from air and earth to run down the blade, break the film of blood (virgin), earth (flooded), and salt (coastal). His cloak is stained with each and there is a livid bruise forming on his side, but this he attends to first, the man and the weapon that keep him alive to do it. "Not everything," he answers, voice low. Arthur is already dozing, adrenaline drained away by the summer sun. He looks up into the harsh white of it, eyes gold and bold with the understanding that no one taught Arthur mercy.

Merlin is prince of a magical kingdom, Arthur the son of the leader of a rebel faction, and the dragons who drape themselves around the castle like cats like Arthur. Fantastic.

(3,600 words) Merlin is the unlikely prince of a magic kingdom, Uther the leader of a rebel faction, and Arthur the son caught between them.

Local woman wins pie contest! Adam Lambert assists.

AU Moviestar!Adam/CountryBoy!Kris

The first thing Kris saw was the car.

Local woman wins pie contest! Adam Lambert assists. An AU. NC-17

[AU where Adam is a movie star.]

23,000 words. Local woman wins pie contest! Adam Lambert assists.

The first thing Kris saw was the car. It was huge, and really shiny, and it had clouds of steam billowing out from under the hood. The second thing Kris saw was the guy standing in front of it, with his hands on his hips and a helpless expression on his face.

Local woman wins pie contest! Adam Lambert assists. An AU.

Ryan has a one-man folk duo. It used to be a two-man folk duo, which is, after all, the traditionally accepted paradigm for a folk duo, but his other ("Better," Brendon always said. "Better half!") half took a trip home for the holidays, slipped in some unfortunately spiked eggnog, and fell right into a shotgun wedding.

It's not that Jon isn't hot. It's that Spencer absolutely, positively cannot fuck up Ryan's band.

The one where Ryan's a one-man folk duo.

Ryan has a one-man folk duo.

It's not that Jon isn't hot. It's that Spencer absolutely, positively cannot fuck up Ryan's band

It's called, uh," Jon says, blinking down at his guitar and placing his fingers on it very deliberately. "'I Wasn't That Into Folk Music But I Thought You Were Cute Since The First Time You Walked Into My Starbucks So I Joined The Band Anyway And Now I Like It But You Should Still Go Out With Me'," Jon says. "Working title." "I usually call it 'Spencer'," Ryan says, shrugging. "But sure."

Jon and Ryan's folk-rock duo.

Arthur likes Merlin's ears.

Arthur likes Merlin's ears

Summary: Arthur likes Merlin's ears.

arthur likes merlin's ears.sophie is a bitch. i cry for will. i die from the cute.

The first time they meet, it’s on the playground, when Arthur abandons his half-finished sandcastle to crawl over and pull Merlin’s ear. | Arthur really likes Merlin's ears.

Merlin has always been a conflation of many things Arthur has never known and wouldn’t begin to imagine, and all things seem possible when he is around, hurling himself off of horses and ending battles with a swift, deadly force, raising the voices of Albion, of the Old Religion, until they roar in Arthur’s ears like a heavenly chorus.

Arthur never tells Merlin of the way he and his men find dead people along roadsides sometimes, entire villages laid to waste by disease or starvation or storms. Recently, he has neglected to tell Merlin of the way his father’s traveling guard has found burnt out husks of settlements at the far Eastern border of Camelot’s territories, men kidnapped and women and children raped or dead, or both.

That night, Arthur actually manages to banish Merlin from his tent for an entire hour before his manservant slips in while the knights are changing watches. Either that or Merlin’s insubordination is contagious and Arthur’s entire retinue has contracted it — the possibility is too mortifying to countenance.

“How is it that every time you meet a woman in one of your stories she falls all over herself over you?” Merlin demands.

And when Merlin’s eyes lift to meet Arthur’s again, finally, they are golden with the secret they keep, and he says, “You’ve always been my king, Arthur.”

2009-08 | Author's summary: In the end, all men are more or less forgotten, but Arthur, when he is but a footnote in Camelot’s history — may it be long, and may it be rich — wants to be remembered for having been a dutiful prince, and with luck, a dutiful king. | Or as someone summarized, the one where Arthur marries Albion. [Nebulous timeline. Content advisory: violence.]

Merlin (2008); Merlin/Arthur

it's pru, it's awesome, just go read it

Summary: “If you were hypothetically me and I were hypothetically courting Colin, what would you—and by you I mean me—do to win his heart and make him let you carry him off into the French sunset for a lifetime of sweetsweet lovemaking?” said Bradley. |__| JC Chavez. He is this generation's shakespeare for real

“Yes, but you have magnificent breasts that make people do what you say. I need a plan that doesn’t involve your hypnotic knockers,” said Bradley.

“If you were hypothetically me and I were hypothetically courting Colin, what would you—and by you I mean me—do to win his heart and make him let you carry him off into the French sunset for a lifetime of sweetsweet lovemaking?” said Bradley. Bradley/Colin

Bradley goes to ridiculous lengths, which include stalking and 90's karaoke, to win Colin's affections.

Bradley/Colin, PG-13. “If you were hypothetically me and I were hypothetically courting Colin, what would you—and by you I mean me—do to win his heart and make him let you carry him off into the French sunset for a lifetime of sweetsweet lovemaking?” said Bradley.

“If you were hypothetically me and I were hypothetically courting Colin, what would you—and by you I mean me—do to win his heart and make him let you carry him off into the French sunset for a lifetime of sweetsweet lovemaking?” said Bradley. HAHAHAHA.

Usually the whole real people in fics thing freaks me out, but this one touched my heart somehow and I found myself liking it a lot.

“If you were hypothetically me and I were hypothetically courting Colin, what would you—and by you I mean me—do to win his heart and make him let you carry him off into the French sunset for a lifetime of sweetsweet lovemaking?” said Bradley.

Summary: Thanks to his idiot friends, Jensen gets signed up to compete for Jared Padalecki's friendship on the second season of MTV's Bromance. Can he beat out seven other guys to be Jared's new best friend...or maybe more?

Thanks to his idiot friends, Jensen gets signed up to compete for Jared Padalecki's friendship on the second season of MTV's Bromance. Can he beat out seven other guys to be Jared's new best friend...or maybe more?

Thanks to his idiot friends, Jensen gets signed up to compete for Jared Padalecki's friendship on the second season of MTV's Bromance. Can he beat out seven other guys to be Jared's new best friend...or maybe more? ** Awesomeness, this was sooo cute even though there was no hardcore sex, it was the only downside to this story

One minute Merlin's there, riding (like a sack of turnips) next to Arthur. The next— It's a very good thing Arthur has good reflexes.

Baby Merlin

One minute Merlin's there, riding (like a sack of turnips) next to Arthur. The next— It's a very good thing Arthur has good reflexes.

Merlin gets turned into a baby

One minute Merlin's there, riding (like a sack of turnips) next to Arthur. The next—

It's 1958. Jared is the high school superstar: all-around athlete, straight-A student, and one half of the most popular couple in town. Jensen is the teen rebel, all motorcycles, hot rods, and rock ‘n’ roll. When Jared’s life veers closer to the edge, he finds Jensen waiting for him there. The collision is inevitable.

>57,000, nc-15, AU, Jared/Milo, Jared/Genevieve, Jensen/Danneel, It's 1958. Jared is the high school superstar: all-around athlete, straight-A student, and one half of the most popular couple in town. Jensen is the teen rebel, all motorcycles, hot rods, and rock ‘n’ roll. When Jared’s life veers closer to the edge, he finds Jensen waiting for him there. The collision is inevitable.

Summary: It's 1958. Jared is the high school superstar: all-around athlete, straight-A student, and one half of the most popular couple in town. Jensen is the teen rebel, all motorcycles, hot rods, and rock ‘n’ roll. When Jared’s life veers closer to the edge, he finds Jensen waiting for him there. The collision is inevitable.

When Merlin first hears that Arthur has been betrothed, his ribs pull inwards with an odd little hitch, and he only allows himself a second—which he needs in order to coordinate spinning in place without falling on his face—before he’s running to Arthur’s chambers.

Author: syllic Summary: When Merlin first hears that Arthur has been betrothed, his ribs pull inwards with an odd little hitch, and he only allows himself a second—which he needs in order to coordinate spinning in place without falling on his face—before he’s running to Arthur’s chambers.

Incredible development of their relationship (something terribly romantic about looking so closely) and I love the Arthur characterization. -- When Merlin first hears that Arthur has been betrothed, his ribs pull inwards with an odd little hitch, and he only allows himself a second—which he needs in order to coordinate spinning in place without falling on his face—before he’s running to Arthur’s chambers.

The one about expectations, and how you can never really know all there is to know about someone. A dramedy of misconceptions.

40k+, long marriage au to read

THE KIND IL BEST IS THE KIND WHERE EVERYONE IS EMOTIONALLY DUMB AND INSECURE AND THIS LEADS TO ANGSTY MISUNDERSTANDINGS, SO FAIR WARNING. :D:

Summary: College AU. Spencer catches up with his bi-curiousness, Cassie and Brendon are BFFs since kindergarten, Ryan makes people watch French movies and Jon smokes up during work hours. |__| [eh. good, but not amazing. kind of forgettable.]

Spencer meets Brendon through Cassie. He's an International Relations major with a minor in Music which is maybe kind of an odd combination but hey, Spencer's seen weirder things. Like, say, any given vest Ryan insisted on wearing last year. Spencer is really glad Ryan's over that, it's easier to show in public with him now.

College AU. Spencer catches up with his bi-curiousness, Cassie and Brendon are BFFs since kindergarten, Ryan makes people watch French movies and Jon smokes up during work hours.

the sun smells too loud (Brendon/Spencer, nc-17, 19,000 words) College AU. Spencer catches up with his bi-curiousness, Cassie and Brendon are BFFs since kindergarten, Ryan makes people watch French movies and Jon smokes up during work hours.

(Brendon/Spencer, nc-17, 19,000 words) College AU. Spencer catches up with his bi-curiousness, Cassie and Brendon are BFFs since kindergarten, Ryan makes people watch French movies and Jon smokes up during work hours.

Spencer catches up with his bi-curiousness, Cassie and Brendon are BFFs since kindergarten, Ryan makes people watch French movies and Jon smokes up during work hours.

There was a dragon on the outskirts of the kingdom. This was the best thing to happen ever.

How Sir Brendon of Urie, a knight of the realm, along with his faithful companions, did quest to slay the fearful dragon of the mountain, and other adventures

here was a dragon on the outskirts of the kingdom. This was the best thing to happen ever.

"Once upon a time, said "You haven't been indulging your secret fantasy writer self enough. JEN, WRITE A STORY WHERE PEOPLE LIVE IN CASTLES, I AM SO SERIOUS, YOU NEED TO WRITE THIS!""

Comedy magical kingdom knights AU! Silly and sweet and with most of bandom turning up at some point or another, this is very much the essence of bandom comfort fic.

Quests to save dragons, Spencer the disgruntled princess, top hat!Patrick, Amanda Palmer Vicky-T and Greta as badass sorceresses, TAI/CS as do-gooder bandits, MCR trying to make everyone believe in magic again.

[PG] Warning: Spencer is inexplicably a princess.-- There was a dragon on the outskirts of the kingdom. This was the best thing to happen ever.

Summary: There was a dragon on the outskirts of the kingdom. This was the best thing to happen ever. “Ever,” Brendon enthused, clanking along in his armor toward the audience chamber. “I can prove myself now. I can have a quest.”

16000. Spencer is inexplicably a princess. Brendon finally finds a quest to win Spencer's heart.

He is four years old. His father is dead, his father’s people glad to be rid of the traitor. He has only his mother and his mind, and both seem liable to break.

AU: Spock was raised on Earth with no Vulcan influence in his life. [Warning: character death (Sarek) prior to the start of the story]

AU: Spock was raised on Earth with no Vulcan influence in his life

Spock was raised on Earth with no Vulcan influence in his life

kirk/spock, r, corpus_invictus

"AU: Spock was raised on Earth with no Vulcan influence in his life."

Summary: "AU: Spock was raised on Earth with no Vulcan influence in his life."

Spock was raised on Earth with no Vulcan influence in his life.

Spencer was bored in math class, which was why he was looking up and noticed the weird kid sitting ahead of him.

Brendon was still staring at his pen. He put it down on the desk and smiled sort of secretly at it, and then – and then it started to float. Brendon Urie is a wizard who's family is being threatened by Voldemort's followers after his older sister Kara kills someone important.

Brendon's the new weird kid in school. But he's weird for a very good reason.

This makes me happy in so many ways; it's my very favourite kind of crossover.

Brendon's the new weird kid in school. But he's weird for a very good reason. It's panic in the hp world sorta.

Harry Potterr au

18000. Brendon the wizard has to hide out at a muggle school when death eaters are after his family.

"He was twenty-two years old, and the only thing he knew about himself for sure was that he was never getting on a motorcycle again, but he kind of wanted to write a song about it. He could already hear the melody in his head." Kris gets lost, and Adam finds him. An amnesia AU. OR IS IT.

Kris with amnesia.

He was twenty-two years old, and the only thing he knew about himself for sure was that he was never getting on a motorcycle again, but he kind of wanted to write a song about it. He could already hear the melody in his head. Kris gets lost, and Adam finds him. An amnesia AU. OR IS IT.

heck yes AUs. Kris gets amnesia, Adam works in a coffee shop.

He was twenty-two years old, and the only thing he knew about himself for sure was that he was never getting on a motorcycle again, but he kind of wanted to write a song about it. He could already hear the melody in his head. Kris gets lost, and Adam finds him. An amnesia AU. OR IS IT. -- loved this, captures that feeling of being lost

Summary: He was twenty-two years old, and the only thing he knew about himself for sure was that he was never getting on a motorcycle again, but he kind of wanted to write a song about it. He could already hear the melody in his head. Kris gets lost, and Adam finds him. An amnesia AU. OR IS IT. |__| This is beautiful, and heart achey, and lovely.

Kris gets lost and Adam finds him.

Unresolvable

ACT!

Every spring, while thousands of other college and grad students flock to sunny beaches or head home to do laundry, Jensen gives his time to a performing arts group which aims to raise money and arts awareness in school aged children. Each year, the group spends spring break together on a different deserted college campus rehearsing and performing a play, letting local schools observe both the process and the final product, and raising money and encouraging participation in the arts in the local community. Jensen's about to finish grad school; this is his seventh and final year with the program, and performing the lead role opposite his best friend Chris might just be the highlight of his year—that is, until he arrives to find Chris missing in action, and some guy named Jared taking his place.

Summary: Every spring, while thousands of other college and grad students flock to sunny beaches or head home to do laundry, Jensen gives his time to a performing arts group which aims to raise money and arts awareness in school aged children. Each year, the group spends spring break together on a different deserted college campus rehearsing and performing a play, letting local schools observe both the process and the final product, and raising money and encouraging participation in the arts in the local community. Jensen's about to finish grad school; this is his seventh and final year with the program, and performing the lead role opposite his best friend Chris might just be the highlight of his year—that is, until he arrives to find Chris missing in action, and some guy named Jared taking his place.

Every spring, while thousands of other college and grad students flock to sunny beaches or head home to do laundry, Jensen gives his time to a performing arts group which aims to raise money and arts awareness in school aged children. Each year, the group spends spring break together on a different deserted college campus rehearsing and performing a play, letting local schools observe both the process and the final product, and raising money and encouraging participation in the arts in the local community. Jensen's about to finish grad school; this is his seventh and final year with the program, and performing the lead role opposite his best friend Chris might just be the highlight of his year—that is, until he arrives to find Chris missing in action, and some guy named Jared taking his place. With only a week to put the play together, Jensen knows he can't afford to waste his time and energy hating Jared, but after a rough start, he's surprised to find that Jared's arrival isn't so mu

Jensen's about to finish grad school; this is his seventh and final year with the program, and performing the lead role opposite his best friend Chris might just be the highlight of his year—that is, until he arrives to find Chris missing in action, and some guy named Jared taking his place.

J2; Big Bang 2009; Every spring, while thousands of other college and grad students flock to sunny beaches or head home to do laundry, Jensen gives his time to a performing arts group which aims to raise money and arts awareness in school aged children. Each year, the group spends spring break together on a different deserted college campus rehearsing and performing a play, letting local schools observe both the process and the final product, and raising money and encouraging participation in the arts in the local community. Jensen's about to finish grad school; this is his seventh and final year with the program, and performing the lead role opposite his best friend Chris might just be the highlight of his year—that is, until he arrives to find Chris missing in action, and some guy named Jared taking his place.

Kris needs someone to take care of him on tour. Adam is fabulous in many ways. And sometimes things are what they look like.

(Caution/explanation: Real people used in a fictional context. Nobody thinks this is actually true. No insult or harm intended.) Tour wives and lonely sheep. This fic makes me very happy, and even though I don't usually like stories where there's outright infidelity, this is handled very well. [lj comm]

Summary: Kris needs someone to take care of him on tour. Adam is fabulous in many ways. And sometimes things are what they look like.

8,550 words | Kris needs someone to take care of him on tour. Adam is fabulous in many ways. And sometimes things are what they look like.

JUST ONE SHEEEEEEEEEEP Oh BOYS. So sweet and then it swings into smokin' hot and it really is what it looks like. GUH.

*high pitched humming sound goes here!*

Adam volunteers to be Kris' tour wife, things progress farther than they were supposed to.

In which there is a lot of hate!sex and fighting. aka, boy hates boy, boy fights boy, boys get cliche detention that eventually ends in angry!sex, boy sleeps with boy, boy realizes he might not totally hate other boy, boy wins. ~90K words.

Brendon has been kicked out of his house for refusing Mormon beliefs. Ryan is struggling with his drunk father. The two of them take out their frustrations on each other through fistfights and nasty words. At least, that is, until they start taking it out on each other through sex. It's actually a fairly short trip to falling in like, and then in love. This story is more hurt than comfort, as a warning. I actually really loved that there was such yearning and squashed pain in it, in part because that seems true to adolescence, and in part because it was so delicious to read; however, if you get frustrated by characters being dense or hiding their extenuating circumstances or disguising their feelings, you may not want to read this all in one go. The characterization was killer, though, and I really believed the trajectory of their relationship. Background Spencer/Haley, Jon/Cassie. Other band members are present as teachers, but aren't featured.

Brendon/Ryan 90,571 words. NC-17 Better to take the long way home than not to arrive at all. A high school AU. AMAZING. ALL-TIME FAV. Hatesex, oh the hatesex.

Brendon and Ryan fucking hate eachother, right? Except, at some point hate becomes passion and it turns into love.

Better to take the long way home than not to arrive at all. A high school AU.

brendon and ryan are high school enemies with their own set of problems. recced.

They're the tiniest kids in their class, always have been, and the sight should be ridiculous, but no one ever laughs. Instead they whisper it through the hallways on the way to lunch, the tension already there – "Hey, hey. Ross and Urie are at it again. You coming?" The question is unnecessary. Everyone always comes.

The bell has rung and the quad is empty apart from them, but they stay there, mud and grass and blood and boy, until one of them wins. One of them always wins.

high school enemies au

There's something about it, something that means it escapes the gossip, the rumours behind it, everything that normally happens in high school. No one knows why they do it, except maybe Spencer and Jon, and no one particularly cares, either. The way Ross and Urie fight is ugly; awkward fists and knuckles cracking and grunts, and the crowd that gathers around them is nearly always silent.

Summary: Vulcans don't do touching.

keelywolfe

The word that has been haunting him lately, of which Vulcan has no approximation, is seduction. Intellectually, he knows what it means, in terms of a sexual relationship. It is an enticement, a tease, and he understands it. Intellectually.

Vulcans don't do touching.

Spock ponders the meaning of seduction as he deals with his Captain's touches.

The word that has been haunting him lately, of which Vulcan has no approximation, is seduction.

The first time Jim's bare fingers brushed the back of his neck, absently, it was like an electric shock, the sharp taste of azure through his mind was indescribable, emotion that was not his own assaulting his mental shields and the mind touch of James Kirk was both fascinating and brief. [Even more skeptical, but also, telepathy kink. *_*]

The issue at hand, so to speak, is the touching. Kirk is, as they say, a touchy kind of man, a slap on the shoulder, a punch on the arm. He has gotten into the habit of touching Spock in the fond manner of a Human and yet, he doesn't comprehend Vulcan physiology, does not translate Spock's reactions into a form that that he understands. The first time Jim's bare fingers brushed the back of his neck, absently, it was like an electric shock, the sharp taste of azure through his mind was indescribable, emotion that was not his own assaulting his mental shields and the mind touch of James Kirk was both fascinating and brief. His captain moved away before Spock had lost his tenuous control and he had managed to answer Kirk's question with no indication of what had just happened.

Vulcans don't do casual touching. James Kirk does though.

oxoniensis's Star Trek crossover story.

(or Six Characters Who Didn't Board the USS Enterprise)

Crazy random crossover fic ftw! Featuring Star Trek: Reboot, plus guests from Merlin, Stargate Atlantis, Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles, Supernatural, and Harry Potter (but that last one is kind of a stretch)

Fandoms: Star Trek: reboot, plus guests from Merlin, Stargate Atlantis, Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles, Supernatural, and Harry Potter Characters: James T. Kirk, ensemble, Arthur Pendragon, Rodney McKay, Cameron Phillips, Sam and Dean Winchester, and Vanessa.

Jim's been taking fencing lessons from Sulu for over a month when Arthur Pendragon comes on board.

self-explanatory! (guests from Merlin, Stargate Atlantis, Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles, Supernatural, and Harry Potter)

:)

or Six Characters Who Didn't Board the USS Enterprise

Title: a fucking space opera (or Six Characters Who Didn't Board the USS Enterprise) Fandoms: Star Trek: reboot, plus guests from Merlin, Stargate Atlantis, Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles, Supernatural, and Harry Potter Characters: James T. Kirk, ensemble, Arthur Pendragon, Rodney McKay, Cameron Phillips, Sam and Dean Winchester, and Vanessa. Rating: PG-13 Word count: 3,169 words Beta: Thanks to the wonderful [info]littledrop for encouraging and being my Trek expert. Notes: For [info]such_heights and [info]undeny, even though I abused their prompts horribly.

A classic "we woke up married" story, featuring Brendon and Spencer. They wake up hungover, confused, and married to one another; they have rings, a marriage certificate, and polaroids to prove it. The usual happens: they gradually adjust to being married, and slowly fall in love. It's clean, simple, short -- only two parts -- and done perfectly.

This story about friends slowly, slowly falling in love is sweet and wonderful and painful to read, in a way. I have my own reasons for this hitting me hard, but really, the way she writes them overwhelmed and sad and then, then. Lovely.

Spencer wishes he remembered the actual getting married part of marrying Brendon.

Spencer wishes he remembered the actual getting married part of marrying Brendon. *

Spencer/Brendon fic. Spencer wishes he remembered the actual getting married part of marrying Brendon.

Utterly sweet.

Woke-up-married!fic. Spencer wishes he remembered the actual getting married part of marrying Brendon.

Ethel wore an extremely large pince-nez kept attached by a chain wrapped round her horn. The first thing she ever said to Alicia was: "Tell me, my dear, have you ever let a prince try to fit his glass slipper on you?"

"Brianna refused to dance at all. She threw her ball dress out the window and went riding and said we were oppressed by the tyranny of an unjust patriarchal system. Why isn't she in trouble?"

Faced with compulsory unicorn chaperones and a dozen perfect princesses, Alicia should have just given up and gone home then.

"The slumber test is a great tradition of our Academy," the duchess observed. "My personal friend Aurora of course holds the all-time record. I myself slept for a most refreshing year. I see that you lasted ten minutes, and were discovered creeping down the stairs." "I had insomnia," Alicia muttered. "I was just going to get some hot milk. And perhaps a biscuit."

Can Alicia, a decidedly ordinary princess, pass the Princess Academy and save her kingdom? In which here are unicorns as chaperons, accountants that only look like frogs, and a lot of adventuring.

Hysterical parody of the traditional "fairy-tale princess" story. The characters are believable, even as stereotypes. The plot is good, and the ending does not disappoint. Highly recommended.

A short story by Sarah Rees Brennan

Dean gets hit with a curse, and can't talk

Dean gets hit with a curse, and can't talk. **Mute!Dean is pretty awesome, and I love how even though Dean can't talk, he's still completely *Dean*.

They're twenty miles out of town when Sam turns down the tape and asks if they can stop for some frozen custard and Dean doesn't answer him.

Dean get cursed into being mute. 10K Really brings out the love between those two! Great fic.

Dean is suddenly whammied with a silencing hex.

dean losses his voice. curse.

Mute!Dean.

Dean is suddenly unable to speak, for no reason he and Sam can see; but his voice comes through clearly in this little gem of a tale, with fantastic brotherly bickering, a couple of terrific OCs, and excellent Sam POV. Plus a truly exquisite ending.

Dean loses his voice and their rapport is only moderately impaired.

Mute!Dean crack.

Modern AU set in an American university, in which Arthur teaches freshman comp, Merlin spills coffee, and they both spend too much time in Arthur's office.

His first semester at Villa Alba University - his first semester anywhere after getting his dissertation done and graduating during the fall semester - Arthur taught three sections of freshman writing and one of British Literature II. Which, he thought, was incredibly convenient, given that his dissertation had been on the use of disguise in seventeenth century and Restoration comedy. ~ read the others in the verse, including 'In Media Res'. Hooot.

Summary: Modern AU set in an American university, in which Arthur teaches freshman comp, Merlin spills coffee, and they both spend too much time in Arthur's office.

"Modern AU set in an American university, in which Arthur teaches freshman comp, Merlin spills coffee, and they both spend too much time in Arthur's office."

professor!arthur and TA!merlin

"When you were a child," Sarek finally said, looking older than Spock had ever seen him, "you would disappear into the mountains for days. It would worry your mother. When you returned, I would punish you, and you always endured it. But it did not prevent you from returning to the mountains."

Spock had no opportunity to address Nyota in private until 16.8 hours after their return to San Francisco.

If he were to die in this attempt, there would be no other opportunity to reassure her as to the depth of his affection for her, and that her actions had neither been unwise, nor unwelcome. Therefore, he could not remain silent.

"To the stars." The beauty and difficulty and solidity of Spock and Uhura's relationship, post-movie. Leaves me smiling. [lj]

more Uhura/Spock. *loves*

But the last thought he'd had before the world around him exploded with light was that he promised to return to her. He wished to keep his promise.

Both pre- and post-movie; Spock and Uhura's relationship sparks, develops. Really nice.

long, thoughtful, and thorough telling of the growth Spock and Uhura's relationship from Spock's perspective, during and following the events of the movie. rich with detail about things previously only hinted at; this is precisely how I imagine them to be.

A sort of missing scenes fic for the movie with Spock and Uhura - very nice, and has both of them acting like intelligent grownups - win!

missing scenes

Pretty much what it says on the tin.

First contact diplomacy was one thing, but Jim was having a hard time figuring out how to start the conversation without saying, "So you're a drug-addicted messianic cult dedicated to drinking your own distilled urine so your descendants generations down the road can grow palm trees. How's that working out for you?" [Planets visited: Arrakis (from Frank Herbert's Dune), LV-426 (from Alien), Tatooine (from Star Wars), Discworld (from Terry Pratchett's Discworld series), and Gallifrey (from Doctor Who).]

Summary: "So you're a drug-addicted messianic cult dedicated to drinking your own distilled urine so your descendants generations down the road can grow palm trees. How's that working out for you?"

First contact diplomacy was one thing, but Jim was having a hard time figuring out how to start the conversation without saying, "So you're a drug-addicted messianic cult dedicated to drinking your own distilled urine so your descendants generations down the road can grow palm trees. How's that working out for you?"

"So you're a drug-addicted messianic cult dedicated to drinking your own distilled urine so your descendants generations down the road can grow palm trees. How's that working out for you?"

Star Wars! Dune! and some others. <3

OH MY GOD GALLIFREY. :'(

five hypothetical visits to planets from other sci-fi universes. see if you can guess which.

"While it is highly improbable, due to fundamental gravitational interactions, for a stable planetary body to take the shape of a finite convex disc rather than the more common oblate spheroid, it is not physically impossible for the accretionary process to create--"

Brendon and Spencer are college students in Chicago working as elves at Santa's Christmas Wonderland in the mall. At first, Spencer is jealous because Brendon is great with the screaming and crying kids who come to see Santa. He's also just a tiny bit irritated by Brendon's boundless energy and enthusiasm. Then he finds himself developing a crush and pining away for Brendon -- only to be confused by Brendon's sudden affection for Ryan, Spencer's best friend/roommate and Brendon's classmate in a music performance class at school. Ryan works at a bookstore in the mall, Jon works at Starbucks, and there are lots of faily boys having cliched misunderstandings.

n notices Brendon open his mouth to ask another question, and Jon replies, "Photography major." "Do you like, do shows at galleries and stuff? Do you take pictures for people at another job?" Brendon asks, getting on his tiptoes and leaning against the bar. Jon laughs. "Sometimes? I showed at a gallery once." He shrugs. "I'm still looking for a job, so. This is kind of holding me over for a while." He glances at Spencer, narrowing his eyes as though to say, Your elf buddy asks a lot of questions. "That's cool," Brendon says.

Brendon and Spencer are college students in Chicago working as elves at Santa's Christmas Wonderland in the mall.

rendon and Spencer are college students in Chicago working as elves at Santa's Christmas Wonderland in the mall. At first, Spencer is jealous because Brendon is great with the screaming and crying kids who come to see Santa. He's also just a tiny bit irritated by Brendon's boundless energy and enthusiasm. Then he finds himself developing a crush and pining away for Brendon -- only to be confused by Brendon's sudden affection for Ryan, Spencer's best friend/roommate and Brendon's classmate in a music performance class at school. Ryan works at a bookstore in the mall, Jon works at Starbucks, and there are lots of faily boys having cliched misunderstandings.

Brendon and Spencer are college students in Chicago working as elves at Santa's Christmas Wonderland in the mall. At first, Spencer is jealous because Brendon is great with the screaming and crying kids who come to see Santa. He's also just a tiny bit irritated by Brendon's boundless energy and enthusiasm.

Adam was already pretty much asleep, the weed swapping their places around for once; Kris felt completely zen, weightless, but sleep wasn't coming. He kept petting Adam, just enjoying skin on skin, and Adam snuggled in closer and slid a hand under his t-shirt. Kris shifted his weight, and between them they got the shirt off him. And apparently, a little while after that it seemed to them like a great idea to get all the way naked and cuddle up some more, because that was how they woke up a few hours later.

It just wasn't like that.

Summary: "That night after the show, by way of thanks, the roadies broke out their personal stash of weed. Kris would have given it a miss and just hung out, except Danny pulled a little freak-out, standing up fast and heading away over to the far side of the room, couple of the roadies rolling their eyes at his back. At that point, Kris figured it would've looked like a statement, and one he wasn't interested in making, so when Adam handed over the bong, Kris pulled in a long, sweet-smoky breath before handing it back."

It really wasn't like that.

"It's really not like that," Adam said. "Yeah, I see you fighting off that eyeroll, but it's really not. Nothing is going on." "Adam," Lil said, "I hate to tell you this, but something is going on, and it really is like that."

Kradam

4,500 words | It just wasn't like that.

(Caution/explanation: Real people used in a fictional context. Nobody thinks this is actually true. No insult or harm intended.) They find themselves saying "It's not like that" quite a bit... [author website]

Kris, Adam, weed)))

Their relationship isn't like that, or maybe it is

"The three things I want most out of life right now are a steak, a joint, and sleeping in until five in the afternoon, and I refuse to delay just to argue with the unenlightened."

"I hate to say this," Adam said thoughtfully, "but it's possible that maybe it is like that." "Yeah," Kris said.

"It was the winter after Merlin's disappearance that Arthur first noticed the falcon."

It was the winter after Merlin's disappearance that Arthur first noticed the falcon.

It was the winter after Merlin's disappearance that Arthur first noticed the falcon. This is such a heartwarming fic, I love how Merlin is still so essentially himself, even in bird form :)

Summary: It was the winter after Merlin's disappearance that Arthur first noticed the falcon.

in which merlin disappears and everyone discovers that arthur is a softie for birds.

PG, Merlin/Arthur. 2700 words. It was the winter after Merlin's disappearance that Arthur first noticed the falcon.

"Mr Kirk," says the poor bastard assigned to teach Basic Principles of Vulcan. Jim wonders what he did. Teaching human cadets to say "My name is Bob" in Vulcan has to be the worst thing that one Vulcan could think of to do to another. "A word with you in my office." star trek big bang Jim grimaces but stands up. "Yes, Commander Sakel," he says.

marvellous jim gen, post-tarsus iv. in which a vulcan from the kelvin teaches jim vulcan, and then jim has to lie about it in order to not get sucked into xenolinguistics. pre- and post-movie interspersed. amazingly done.

An enjoyable and interesting story about Jim's relationship with an OC mentor. It reminds me of what I like best in Snape mentors Harry fic, and the OC is really wonderful. Jim is his assholish, grating self in this fic, but I can stand him because of his friendships with the OC and McCoy. Lots of clever and surprising details in this fic, great Vulcan world building with some fun with the star trek "one culture per planet" cliche. The strong local Portland flavor is nice, but the Anglo American culture = Earth thing annoyed me a bit, even if it is canon and even if it makes perfect sense in the story structure, and even if it is a funny ivory tower joke. I suppose this fic is just too awesome and wonderful for a tiny niggling detail not to stand out. Oh, and it makes me so happy that Jim's queerness is a source of unproblematic joy in his otherwise messed up life. Background canon het (very cute) and strong canon subtext made text. Good, realistic university atmosphere.

It really does take a village to raise a Jim.

It's just written beautifully. I love the way it builds, I love the format, its just... guh.

It really does take a village to raise a Jim

It really does take a village to raise a Jim. (Awesome Vulcan mentor/father figure, Smart Jim, Tarsus IV, Kid!Jim, Kirk/McCoy/Spock/Uhura-Friendship, and Jim being able to speak Vulcan. Really amazing story!)

My favorite

lap dancer merlin

merlin stripper fic!

ras_fic - Arthur/Merlin, NC-17, stripclub, lapdance, WIP --- 8,002

"What the hell?" Arthur shouts over the noise of ABBA. He glares at the horribly gaudy clothing of the men on the stage that is somehow louder than the music and flashier than the multicolored swirling lights. "This isn't a strip club. This is a gay bar!"

"What the hell?" Arthur shouts over the noise of ABBA. He glares at the horribly gaudy clothing of the men on the stage that is somehow louder than the music and flashier than the multicolored swirling lights. "This isn't a strip club. This is a gay bar!" in which merlin is a stripper and it's surprisingly believable. and hot. and super cute! but mostly just hot.

Author: Ras Elased Rating: NC-17 Word Count: 8002 Warnings: Um. Unrealistic lap dances? Is that a warning or encouragement? Summary: "What the hell?" Arthur shouts over the noise of ABBA. He glares at the horribly gaudy clothing of the men on the stage that is somehow louder than the music and flashier than the multicolored swirling lights. "This isn't a strip club. This is a gay bar!"

"What the hell?" Arthur shouts over the noise of ABBA. He glares at the horribly gaudy clothing of the men on the stage that is somehow louder than the music and flashier than the multicolored swirling lights.

Title: The Ten Commandments Don't Apply To Angels Rating: PG-13 (language) Fandom: Supernatural (Spoilers through the premiere of S5) Summary: Dean keeps insisting Castiel do things that humans do; sometimes Castiel is grateful for this, and sometimes...not so much. Mild Dean/Castiel. Notes: BETA CREDIT to [info]51stcenturyfox and [info - personal] girlpearl, who rock. I suppose this is something of an AU. It'll probably be jossed by Thursday anyway. But it was fun to examine the concept of how an angel might cope with human life. Also, yes, I know the commandments are out of order. Cope. [info]sadcypress has podficc'd "The Ten Commandments Don't Apply To Angels", and you can find the recording for download here. It's a great emotive reading and the audio is very clear, so I hope you enjoy it and let her know how she did!

A run through of the ten commandments after Castiel's fallen... or how cas learns to be human, and learns about his and his bodies wants

Man, how did I not bookmark this before? I love fic that deals with Castiel learning to be human, but it's sometimes hard to pull it off -- this fic does it perfectly.

How the commandments apply to Castiel after he falls. Nice concept, neatly executed.

Dean keeps insisting Castiel do things that humans do; sometimes Castiel is grateful for this, and sometimes...not so much.

Summary: Dean keeps insisting Castiel do things that humans do; sometimes Castiel is grateful for this, and sometimes...not so much. Mild Dean/Castiel.

"Were you praying?" Sam asks him. "Yes," Castiel says. "I pray too," Sam says. Sam Winchester did unspeakable things to and with a demon. He has killed. He is unholy in every possible sense of the word. And yet...he is not damned. Perhaps there is hope for Castiel too. Dean just snorts at them from the table where he's cleaning his gun. "God-botherers," he says, shaking his head.

The thing is, and Spencer will fucking swear to this should anyone ever ask, the first time it happened it was a total accident. It wasn’t his fault for coming any more than it was Brendon’s fault for having that fucking mouth, but the fact remained that one day, about two weeks ago, Brendon had been a fucking tease and Spencer had maybe, accidentally, come all over his face. Things had gotten a little weird after that. He just couldn’t stop thinking about it. Like a compulsion or something. Hello, Brendon, how are you today? I’d like to come on your face. Hey, Brendon, can you pass the ketchup? Can I come on your face? Brendon, you can’t pull off facial hair, you need to shave. And when you’re done, I’m going to come on your face. It was getting a little distracting.

“Do you think I’m a slut,” Brendon says, “Because you’ve been acting kind of really weird since you came on my face.”

Brendon’s eyes are huge and glassy, all pupil, his mouth bitten red, and he’s panting a little, hot and open, the muscles in his neck and shoulders strained from where he’s reaching down to wrap around Spencer. “Brendon. . .” “Ask for it.” Brendon’s never, ever been this way, never asked anything of Spencer, never been this wild-eyed and rough, and Spencer has to close eyes against it for a second, take a breath. “Let me,” he says, stuttered and slurred at the same time. “Please, let me do it, let me come on your face.” The last part comes out kind of embarrassingly high and he keeps his eyes squeezed shut, but then Brendon’s hands are on his hips, tugging up and over, getting Spencer on his knees above Brendon’s chest. The bunk is way, way too low for this and he has to bend over almost in half, but he ignores the twinge in his back as soon as Brendon’s lips wrap around his cock and shit.

“Do you think I’m a slut,” Brendon says, “Because you’ve been acting kind of really weird since you came on my face.” -- FACIALS AHOY! ...heh.

Arthur exiles Merlin for his own safety, but even from afar Merlin manages to make his presence felt anyway.

I have sent you a cat, said Merlin's scrawl. "I see you have also gone insane," Arthur said. || (jkdshg this fic made me laugh so hard i cried.)

Adorable and sweet.

(3300 words) Arthur squinted. On further inspection, it might have said Love, Merlin, but love and Merlin resolutely did not go together, especially not with the letter 'I' in front of them, so Arthur made himself settle on the meringue. Perhaps Merlin had been feeling peckish at the time.

[Arthur exiles Merlin for his own safety, but even from afar Merlin manages to make his presence felt anyway.] Sweet sweet sweet. But not really schmoop or smarm. Like the title, perfect and light on the palate. And of course Merlin has execrable penmanship.

Summary: Arthur exiles Merlin for his own safety, but even from afar Merlin manages to make his presence felt anyway.

Sweet fluff.

There's a masquerade ball at the castle.

10,439 words. Cinderella AU in which Ryan is an orphan taken in by the Smiths. An orphan who is very excited about going to the royal ball, until he discovers he has nothing to wear. LOVE THIS. It's funny and sweet and not really romantic at all, especially for a Cinderella story, but it's awesome! Bonus: Prince Jon and Brendon the fairy godmother. And the limericks. \o/

A Cinderella story. Ryan is in love with Prince Jon, but his real Prince Charming may be a little closer to home than he was expecting.

There's a masquerade ball at the castle. 10k.

A Cinderella story. Ryan/Spencer. PG-13. 10,500 words.

a cinderella story

Once upon a time there was a beautiful young man who lived in a village by the castle. He was tall and elegant and well-dressed when he could afford to be, which wasn't often because he had lost both parents to fever at a very young age. He was taken in by another family who, alas, treated him very poorly— "Hey! We do not!" —and often forced the young man to perform hard labor while they lounged about in indolence. They gave him a room— "Yeah, my room."

"It's nothing to be ashamed of," Brendon said, in the same tone of voice Mrs. Smith had used that day she'd sat Ryan and Spencer down and told them where babies came from. "Enthusiasm can make up for a lack of skill a lot of the time—" "No," Ryan said quickly. "No demonstration." Brendon dropped his hand and sighed. "Pure as the driven snow. It's kind of cute, you know. And just because the opportunity has never presented itself—" "The opportunity has presented itself plenty of times," Ryan said. He began fussing angrily with his cravat.

There's a masquerade ball at the castle. prince jonathan, ryan as cinderella, spencer as his adopted brother, brendon the fairy

Part 4 of the drastically redefining protocol series

Sequel to Drastically redefining protocol.

Merlin and Crown Prince Arthur in modern day. Part 4 of drastically redefining protocol. Merlin and Prince Arthur on Vacation

Summary: The first time Merlin and Arthur had sex without a condom.

It was a picture-perfect day, cerulean water licking up against the white towns that climbed like vines along the hills of Santorini, and the yacht cut through the waves cleanly, sending salt-sweet wind carding through Merlin’s hair. // Part 4 of the Drastically Redefining Protocol series

“So this is what rich people do,” Merlin said. It was a picture-perfect day, cerulean water licking up against the white towns that climbed like vines along the hills of Santorini, and the yacht cut through the waves cleanly, sending salt-sweet wind carding through Merlin’s hair. “You’re welcome to leave,” Arthur invited, stretching out along one the deck. “I’m sure I’ll find someone to amuse me.”

AU -divine.

“'So this is what rich people do,' Merlin said."

Drastically Redefining Protocol series.

Spencer Smith has the ultimate playboy lifestyle, moving from one hot person to the next. So why would he want Brendon, his dorky friend who loves him from afar? Spencer needs a convenient spouse -- and Brendon is his first choice. Shocked at Spencer's proposal, Brendon has doubts about the crazy plan -- until Spencer gives him a taste of just how hot they can be together.

Spencer Smith has the ultimate playboy lifestyle, moving from one hot person to the next. So why would he want Brendon, his dorky friend who loves him from afar? Spencer needs a convenient spouse -- and Brendon is his first choice. Shocked at Spencer's proposal, Brendon has doubts about the crazy plan -- until Spencer gives him a taste of just how hot they can be together.*

As the host of a popular TV show, The Hunter, Spencer could have anyone he wanted. He was famous. On his show, he traveled to archaeological sites around the world, finding treasure and, as he said, "making archaeology accessible to the public." He'd majored in archaeology in college; Brendon always connected it back to Spencer's obsession with dinosaurs and mummies as a kid.

But, looking at the way Spencer smiled at him, the way Spencer held his hand, it was hard not to think that it was. Continues Part Two.

He can't fucking believe he's somehow managed to acquire a "thing" for Brendon. Worse, he can't believe he didn't notice it happening.

Spencer can't fucking believe he's somehow managed to acquire a "thing" for Brendon. Worse, he can't believe he didn't notice it happening.

[Spencer] can't fucking believe he's somehow managed to acquire a "thing" for Brendon. Worse, he can't believe he didn't notice it happening. ~8k

He can't fucking believe he's somehow managed to acquire a "thing" for Brendon. Worse, he can't believe he didn't notice it happening. ( Mild canon-fuckery. Exists in some vague present-day timeline where Spencer and Haley are a thing of the past, and for some reason everyone owns houses and lives alone.)

[Light and funny.] He can't fucking believe he's somehow managed to acquire a "thing" for Brendon.

Ryan just laughs at him again. "Oh, come on. Don't tell me he didn't put out after all? You paid for his dinner and everything!" His tone is mocking, and Spencer doesn't know if Brendon can actually hear him through the phone, or if the God of Perfect Comedic Setup Lines has just chosen this moment to pay them all a visit, but deliberate or not, this is the moment that Brendon chooses to mumble groggily, "Mmm... Fuck, who is that? 'S too early," from his position on Spencer's chest, approximately an inch and a half from the phone. His voice is gravelly and sleep-rough. There is a short silence, and then, "...Spencer?" Ryan sort of yelps. "Is that—did you—is that Brendon?"

He can't fucking believe he's somehow managed to acquire a "thing" for Brendon. Worse, he can't believe he didn't notice it happening. Mild canon-fuckery. Exists in some vague present-day timeline where Spencer and Haley are a thing of the past, and for some reason everyone owns houses and lives alone. *shrug*

"I'll turn into Batman," Spencer says. "You can turn into Robin." "Okay," Ryan says agreeably. Wearing ridiculous outfits and living in a secret lair full of gadgets and fighting crime alongside Spencer doesn't sound like such a bad life, even though Ryan's pretty sure they would suck at fighting crime. Well, he would suck, because he's about as intimidating as a limp noodle, but Spencer would probably kick ass as a masked vigilante. There are unfortunate victims all across the country who have learned the hard way what befalls those who try to steal caffeinated beverages and coveted salty snack foods from the Panic bus. But still. It would be cool. As long as Spencer was there with him.

In which Ryan and Spencer are idiots, their friends are devious, everybody has bad ideas and nobody turns into Batman. **"Why don't I have a pool boy?" Spencer never bothers with hello. "I should have a pool boy to make sure there are no dead birds in my pool when I get home." "I'm coming over, but I'm not going to be your pool boy," Ryan says. "I hope you have food." And Spencer says, "I have a chlorinated dead bird. How hungry are you?"

In which Ryan and Spencer are idiots, their friends are devious, everybody has bad ideas and nobody turns into Batman.

"Hey guys," he said, writing his name on the board. "I'm covering for Mrs. Oliver's maternity leave, so we'll be together the rest of the year. You can call me Kris or Mr. Allen, either's fine. Any of you want to tell me what you're working on? With the understanding I'll find out in about thirty seconds if you're bullshitting me." The curse got a little laugh out of a few of them, though not as much as it usually did. Before Kris got an answer, the big door next to the blackboard swung open, and another of the goth guys walked in—six feet and more if you counted his hair, dyed blue-black and green, with six other kids trailing him with sheet music. "Oh, hel-lo," the guy said, looking at Kris. "You're in for Renata?"

Kris wasn't brand-new at the substitute gig, but it was still a little unsettling to walk into the office his first day at the new school, and have the secretary look him up and down and say, "Oh, you are going to be eaten alive."

Summary: Kris wasn't brand-new at the substitute gig, but it was still a little unsettling to walk into the office his first day at the new school, and have the secretary look him up and down and say, "Oh, you are going to be eaten alive."

AU. Kris subs a music class and falls for the drama teacher. -- Before Kris got an answer, the big door next to the blackboard swung open, and another of the goth guys walked in—six feet and more if you counted his hair, dyed blue-black and green, with six other kids trailing him with sheet music. "Oh, hel-lo," the guy said, looking at Kris. "You're in for Renata?" "Uh, yeah," Kris said. "Well, I have clearly earned some very good karma somewhere," the guy said, beaming at him, while the class all giggled quietly, and that was how Kris met Adam Lambert.

by astolat.

The curse got a little laugh out of a few of them, though not as much as it usually did. Before Kris got an answer, the big door next to the blackboard swung open, and another of the goth guys walked in—six feet and more if you counted his hair, dyed blue-black and green, with six other kids trailing him with sheet music.

Somehow, everyone got the idea that Cook was in charge of Archie at the American Idol 2011 New York Christmas Eve Non-Denominational Holiday Extravaganza, proceeds to benefit St. Jude's.

"Bye!" Archie said, then waited for her to leave before making a face. "You know, at least Seventeen doesn't ask about my sex life. I think it's just rude." // "Since when do you have anything to hide," David said, dryly. // "Well," Archie said, suddenly looking uncomfortable, and David almost choked again. // "Seriously, you're having sex -" David said, and Archie almost tipped the chair over. // "Oh my go - um, no," he said, then grinned. "But I totally got to second base a couple weeks ago at a party."

ARCHIE/COOK Cook gets a crush on Archie and its really that awesome.

(4300) Written for [info]astolat for Yuletide; Archie grows up a little.

David Archuleta and David Cook celebrate New Year's Eve together.

Archie grows up a little.

Kirk is captured and given sex drugs. McCoy lends a hand, but Kirk doesn't remember afterwards.

Kirk is captured! There's sex drugs! And then it all gets complicated.

Kirk is an alien love slave! he lives in an alien love cave! He massages their backes, as he does their taxes!

Clothes, clothes were hard. Kirk's uniform was full of hidden buttons and zippers to give him that freshly starched look, so he concentrated on McCoy's uniform. He damned near ripped it to get it off. Then there was skin, wonderful skin over strong muscles, pressed tight against his own. Kirk didn't care how wantonly he was moaning, didn't care if the whole ship could hear him.

Kirk adjusted the thin, shiny material that barely covered his ass and hoped his crew came to rescue him soon.

Some days, Adam forgets it's over

set in these weeks after the finale. some days, adam forgets it's over.

Some days, Adam forgets it's over. He'll be driving to lunch, to the dry cleaner's, to the fucking dentist's office, and a vertical wave of panic will hit him all at once, from the top of his spine to the pit of his gut, so bad that he almost has to pull over. He'll check his rearview mirror for sirens, his back pocket for his wallet, his cell phone for missed calls from his parents at some imagined emergency room. His ears ring; his hands shake. He forces his jaw to unclench in stages.

Some days, Adam forgets it's over.

Terribly beautiful, in all senses. In which Adam is free, Kris is... not, and nothing is resolved, but things are better than they were. Oh, some of the description is just perfect and I am perfectly jealous...

American Idol 8, RPS, Kris/Adam. Unresolved tension over the phone remains unresolved. Unhappy, angsty fic. Good tho.

Tomorrow, he thinks, he'll vacuum. He'll take out his trash, change his sheets and stay in the bath long enough that every kink in his shoulders unfolds. He'll go to the farmer's market and get himself dinner, something he can eat with his hands. He'll donate twenty bucks from his pocket to ASPCA, and go home with a potted plant -- African violets, like Allison's mom had in her bedroom in the mansion. And when he gets home, he'll put them on the windowsill over his desk, where they'll get the best light in the afternoon. He won't give them a name, but he'll water them, and he'll talk to them, and when he lies down, he'll be able to see them and know that they're okay.

"Tell me," Adam says, "you'll have me sleep in your bed when mine's covered in clothes, and you'll talk on national television about how much you love me, and you'll call me and say that I'm the only thing in your life that makes any sense anymore, and I'm the one who just crossed the line."

Ryan isn't actually a robot. Maybe. It's complicated.

Bandom (Panic at the Disco) | Ryan/Brendon | 2,400 words | PG Summary: Ryan isn't actually a robot. Maybe. It's complicated. Warning: Real Person Fiction Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I don't know any of the members of Panic at the Disco, and don't in the least imagine that this is what goes on in their bus. No offence is meant. A/N: Not beta'd. Typo spotting earns you grateful smiles.

Not-a-robot-Robot!Ryan "You sang me back home," Ryan said quietly. Then he frowned. "No, wait, that sounded really lame." "You're writing lyrics right now, aren't you?" Brendon asked, the laugh spilling into his voice. "Like, while we were kissing, you were totally putting half your attention into working out synonyms."

Standalone. Ryan isn't actually a robot. Maybe. It's complicated.

"Oh my god," Spencer said, "Ryan is not actually a robot, Brendon." || Ryan get whammied by a fan, and starts acting strangely. Cracky and hilarious at the beginning, but actually kinda creepy, until it all ends in adorable.

In which the band wake up one day and find that Ryan turned into a robot. Only he didn't (and Jon also managed to break him. But not on purpose).

2,400 words. Ryan isn't actually a robot. Maybe. It's complicated. -- this is adooooorable. i am confused but very happy.

Brendon giggled, breathless. "He's a broken robot," he said. "Oh, wow, this is messed up."

Working title: "GAY!BDEN ANGSTY ANGST." You are warned accordingly! Extra-special disclaimer to this one: I claim no knowledge whatsoever of the actual Brendon Urie's actual sexual orientation. That's his own business, not tinhat material, and also we don't actually know the dude (...unless of course you do, in which case please hit the back button now. D:) Title: those who tell the truth shall die (those who tell the truth shall live forever) Fandom: Panic at the Disco RPF Rating: PG-13ish Pairing: Brendon gen Word Count: ~10,100 Notes: Title from Explosions in the Sky, section headers from a George Takei quote. Many thanks to [info]jocondite for beta help.

"GAY!BDEN ANGSTY ANGST." Hard hurting coming out fic.

Despite his best efforts, touring is inescapably weird because touring is boys and boys and boys. Boys in his space, all the time, boys laughing, boys touching him, all day long, boys everywhere. And sure, when Brendon's up there in performance mode he kinda gets off on the nebulous mass feminine presence of the fans - hell, they all do, its flattering - but it's in front of boys that Brendon really lights up, shows off, sparkles. He knows it. He wonders if its obvious.

He’s in junior high, a tiny, awkward ball of energy, and he's a couple hours into his first ever real show and Brendon Urie has never seen anything like it.

Made-up men and mustached women, exotic dancing and cabaret fashion and surrealist weddings and the lead singer stalking his guitarist hungrily across the stage. The whole thing oozes sexuality, and yeah, it also oozes queer. "I think that says something," Ryan says with satisfaction, "like, that we're secure enough in ourselves to mess with it, you know?" "Yeah," says Brendon, "totally!"

Gay!Brendon angst.

The long, difficult process of coming out for Brendon. Really awesome.

Brendon and coming out

He’s in junior high, a tiny, awkward ball of energy, and he's a couple hours into his first ever real show and Brendon Urie has never seen anything like it. Even at this age Brendon knows enough about music to get that the band (Creed, parent-approved for their vaguely Christian bent) isn’t that great by itself. But being here for this, the live experience, somehow that's totally different. Brendon’s kind of an excitable kid in the first place, but this all-encompassing thrill - mind and body, like he’s part of something huge - this is all new, astonishing, so much holier than church, so much bigger than himself. He wants to live in it forever. It’s the vibration of the bassline coming up through the floor into the soles of his sneakers, the eager way the crowd responds, the heat and percussion and the jostling bodies around him. He’s been half-hard since the show started; it's the first time he’s ever had that physical reaction for very long...

He’s in junior high, a tiny, awkward ball of energy, and he's a couple hours into his first ever real show and Brendon Urie has never seen anything like it. Even at this age Brendon knows enough about music to get that the band (Creed, parent-approved for their vaguely Christian bent) isn’t that great by itself. But being here for this, the live experience, somehow that's totally different. Brendon’s kind of an excitable kid in the first place, but this all-encompassing thrill - mind and body, like he’s part of something huge - this is all new, astonishing, so much holier than church, so much bigger than himself. He wants to live in it forever. It’s the vibration of the bassline coming up through the floor into the soles of his sneakers, the eager way the crowd responds, the heat and percussion and the jostling bodies around him. He’s been half-hard since the show started; it's the first time he’s ever had that physical reaction for very long...

"GAY!BDEN ANGSTY ANGST." (Brendon gen, PG13, +10k)

Working title: "GAY!BDEN ANGSTY ANGST." You are warned accordingly!

“I believe the phrase is ‘glass closet’,” says Spencer, and Brendon kicks his heel against the couch cushions and says lightly, “Can't I have a great glass elevator instead?” "Just make sure it's the right question you're answering," Jon advises him. "Not SO I HEAR YOU'RE IN STAR-CROSSED LOVE WITH RYAN ROSS BUT THE LABEL IS KEEPING YOU APART." Brendon laughs and rolls his eyes, and imagines answering in the affirmative the next time he gets confronted with it - one of their older, weirder devotees, would you describe yourself as queer? or a curious teenager, so my cousin thinks you're cute and he wants to know, do you ever hook up with guys? - and knows he'll never do it.

(Brendon gen, PG13, +10k)

"Let's see what else you've named in the Pegasus galaxy," John said and fired up the engines.

Wherein the team encountered an alternative universe where Sheppard never joined SGC/SGA and as a result, operates on a different time schedule. During their brief interaction, Rodney advises AU!Rodney to find Sheppard and once AU!Atlantis saves the galaxy, AU!Rodney gates back to Earth and starts on a quest to find this John Sheppard and recruit him for the Atlantis Expedition. | Excerpt: "Find John Sheppard. Convince him to join. You need him. You really, really need him."

"Yes. We had some trouble with the Ancient gene." "Or the lack thereof," the alternate Rodney added. "They wouldn't let us embark without a gene carrier with a certain level of control over the Ancient technology." Rodney frowned. They'd had a carrier served to them on a silver platter in their universe. "So you haven't met John Sheppard, ATA wonderboy, then?" "Don't you listen? We've never heard of him." Sheppard had gone disturbingly quiet. Rodney could relate. He had difficulty imagining an Atlantis without Sheppard, too. The tablet in Rodney's hand beeped.

Rodney pored over the files he'd printed out. With every page he turned, this trip felt less and less like a sensible idea. Rodney had no trouble imagining the response he would get when he walked up to Sheppard, a millionaire, and suggested, 'Hey, how about you drop everything, leave your business and your huge mansion, and come with us to another galaxy, where you're probably going to die within a month or two? Are you in?"

Daedalus Variations

Tag to Daedalus Variations. When canon!Rodney sees another puddlejumper, he tells his alternate self to find John Sheppard and make sure he is involved in the Stargate program at all costs. What Rodney discovers is a millionaire Sheppard - how is he to convince this man to join a ragtag group in outer space? ;)

Find John Sheppard. Convince him to join. You need him. You really, really need him."

A Rodney from the Daedalus Variations goes looking for a Sheppard, who turns out to be a businessman.

When Rodney, in his endless ingenuity, figured out a way to get the Daedalus back to their own reality, it didn't seem enough to just announce this to the team over the radio. He made his way to the bridge, tablet in hand.

When Bry thought about her post-touring future, she always imagined herself crusading for truth, justice, and girls in the music scene. She'd picture herself managing female artists and female bands because that was where her passion lay, showing that girls had a place in the scene and a right to take it up. She never imagined My Chemical Romance. [Bob/Brian of my heart, no lies]

When Bry thought about her post-touring future, she always imagined herself crusading for truth, justice, and girls in the music scene. She'd picture herself managing female artists and female bands because that was where her passion lay, showing that girls had a place in the scene and a right to take it up. She never imagined My Chemical Romance.

always-a-girl!Brian/Bob

Summary: When Bry thought about her post-touring future, she always imagined herself crusading for truth, justice, and girls in the music scene. She'd picture herself managing female artists and female bands because that was where her passion lay, showing that girls had a place in the scene and a right to take it up. She never imagined My Chemical Romance.

the one where brian's always been a girl and bob knocks her up.

When Bry thought about her post-touring future, she always imagined herself crusading for truth, justice, and girls in the music scene. She'd picture herself managing female artists and female bands because that was where her passion lay, showing that girls had a place in the scene and a right to take it up. She never imagined My Chemical Romance.*

When Bry thought about her post-touring future, she always imagined herself crusading for truth, justice, and girls in the music scene.

In a world where Hunters and Witches have formed an alliance to protect humans from Rogues, Dean Winchester is a Master Hunter. The last of a long line of Hunters, Dean is on the trail of Azazel, one of the most powerful Rogues that has ever existed. Knowing that he can't Hunt the Rogue alone, Dean visits the city of Nouvelle Orleans and the High Witch who holds it. She offers him her heir, Samuel, and the two leave. In their search for Azazel, they find secrets buried beneath secrets and a stunning revelation that could change the entire world.

"In a world where Hunters and Witches have formed an alliance to protect humans from Rogues, Dean Winchester is a Master Hunter. The last of a long line of Hunters, Dean is on the trail of Azazel, one of the most powerful Rogues that has ever existed. Knowing that he can't Hunt the Rogue alone, Dean visits the city of Nouvelle Orleans and the High Witch who holds it. She offers him her heir, Samuel, and the two leave. In their search for Azazel, they find secrets buried beneath secrets and a stunning revelation that could change the entire world."

In which Dean is a Master Hunter, Sam is the Witch assigned to be his partner, and Azazel is causing trouble for them both.

In a world where Hunters and Witches have formed an alliance to protect humans from Rogues, Dean Winchester is a Master Hunter. The last of a long line of Hunters, Dean is on the trail of Azazel, one of the most powerful Rogues that has ever existed. Knowing that he can't Hunt the Rogue alone, Dean visits the city of Nouvelle Orleans and the High Witch who holds it. She offers him her heir, Samuel, and the two leave. In their search for Azazel, they find secrets buried beneath secrets and a stunning revelation that could change the entire world. 22,5K Excellent and believable universe, great writing.

Summary: In a world where Hunters and Witches have formed an alliance to protect humans from Rogues, Dean Winchester is a Master Hunter. The last of a long line of Hunters, Dean is on the trail of Azazel, one of the most powerful Rogues that has ever existed. Knowing that he can't Hunt the Rogue alone, Dean visits the city of Nouvelle Orleans and the High Witch who holds it. She offers him her heir, Samuel, and the two leave. In their search for Azazel, they find secrets buried beneath secrets and a stunning revelation that could change the entire world. **||** [22.500 words]

As an up and coming rock star, Arthur Pendragon is used to having people fall at his feet - and Merlin, a thoroughly unimpressed technician, is the only one willing to put him back in his place.

arthur is a rockstar, merlin is a lighting tech who doesn't seem to care.

"You're never going to get anywhere with him." Arthur snorts at him dismissively. "Of course I am. I'm Arthur Pendragon." "And he is Merlin Emrys, and is completely uninterested in anything you have to offer."

As an up and coming rock star, Arthur Pendragon is used to having people fall at his feet - and Merlin, a thoroughly unimpressed technician, is the only one willing to put him back in his place. // I love the way this fic ends!

R. "As an up and coming rock star, Arthur Pendragon is used to having people fall at his feet - and Merlin, a thoroughly unimpressed technician, is the only one willing to put him back in his place." This is the first time for me that a non-porn ending is more satisfying than a porn ending would have been.

WORDS: 2758 A chronological list compiled by First Officer Spock.

as the title says

Of course Spock would compile a list of t hings Jim's allowed to do, cause list are tp Spock as pushing boundaries are to Jim.

exactly what it sounds like

1- he is allowed to initiate a kiss on the mouth.

It was a sudden move - illogical and unpredictable, as it always was. He had gone to the captain's quarters without knowing what he was getting himself into, apparently, and while he had only expected to have a little companionship in his suddenly-empty evenings, he did not expect this. Star Trek Reboot, Kirk/Spock. R.

12- he is allowed to speak of illogical, unimportant matters, on the condition that he does not expect and will not receive a response. he is not, however, allowed to attempt to produce musical sounds using his vocal chords. this activity will always result in his untimely expurgation from the first officer's quarters, or even his own.

See title. XD

What it says on the label.

In relation to this fic, because someone asked for a list and I had way too much fun thinking about it. Also, jesuschrist fluff. I am full of sap. Sequel to Spiccato

In relation to "Spiccato"

Merlin drinks, Arthur disapproves. Until he doesn't.

Summary: Merlin drinks, Arthur disapproves. Until he doesn't.

arthur disapproves of merlin's drinking until he doesn't.

Merlin drinks and Arthur disapproves. Until he doesn't. I can't believe it's taken me so long to add this one to my bookmarks! Warning for drunken sex (so questionable consent, although that's not how it plays out). Love this one :)

Summary: Merlin drinks, Arthur disapproves. Until he doesn't. "Be careful with the wine; you know what you're like. One whiff of a barmaid's apron and you're singing like a sailor." Gaius to Merlin, 1x10

Arthur/Merlin, R. Author's Summary: Merlin drinks, Arthur disapproves. Until he doesn't. HAVE NOT READ.

Merlin tries to catch Arthur's eye to impress him with his sobriety, but it's difficult because Arthur is staring at Merlin's mouth. "I'm completely rash. Rational." He suppresses a hiccup. The corner of Arthur's mouth quirks into something between a tolerant smile and a sneer. "Of course you are. That's why you were moments away from allowing Bors to carry you off to his chambers." Merlin attempts to draw himself up with dignity. He steps on Arthur's foot.

Sequel to It Takes A Village. Jim tries to give Chekov ‘The Talk’; it turns out to be far more difficult than he imagined.

“It’ll be a piece of cake,” Jim tells Bones confidently. Chekov’s nearly eighteen, after all, and he’s spent the last few years at Starfleet Academy. Jim knows Starfleet Academy. There’s no way that kid doesn’t know the facts of life. He’s pretty sure this is Bones’s idea of a prank. But whatever, the Academy didn’t exactly cover ‘giving your navigator the talk’; Jim assumes it falls under the concept of ‘pastoral care’, which always seemed to him the least interesting part of being a Starfleet captain.

Jim tries to give Chekov ‘The Talk’; it turns out to be far more difficult than he imagined.

“I am not child, Keptin. Babies are brought by bears; everyone knows this.”

The birds and the bees talk.... (It Takes a Village 'verse).

Summary: Sequel to It Takes A Village. Jim tries to give Chekov ‘The Talk’; it turns out to be far more difficult than he imagined. [Part 2 of the Village-verse.]

Village!verse 2: Jim tries to give Chekov ‘The Talk’; it turns out to be far more difficult than he imagined.

Sequel to "It Takes A Village". Jim tries to give Chekov ‘The Talk’; it turns out to be far more difficult than he imagined.

Chekov’s just staring at him. “How… babies… are made?” he says, his tone distinctly dubious. He mimes rocking a baby. “Babies – yes?” / Jim points and grins. “Exactly. You know how that works. What am I talking about? Of course you do.” / “Of course,” says Chekov. “I am not child, Keptin. Babies are brought by bears; everyone knows this.”

Midtown!Gabe meets baby!Beckett. Semi-canonical, in the sense that... Midtown!Gabe knew baby!Beckett, and I have no idea what the whens and whys are on that, so I just went on ahead and made it up.

Summary: "The very first thing Gabe ever says to William Beckett isn't "hello," or "pass the tequila," or even, "hey, I think I'm going to throw up." He's mid-argument, a heated argument, a very important argument about who's hotter, Willow or Tara, and his girl Tara's getting ground into the floor by that overrated harlot Willow, so he reaches out and snags a random arm from the constant flood of passers-by on their way to the stage, hauls the kid in and says, "Settle a bet."

The very first thing Gabe ever says to William Beckett isn't "hello," or "pass the tequila," or even, "hey, I think I'm going to throw up." He's mid-argument, a heated argument, a very important argument about who's hotter, Willow or Tara, and his girl Tara's getting ground into the floor by that overrated harlot Willow, so he reaches out and snags a random arm from the constant flood of passers-by on their way to the stage, hauls the kid in and says, "Settle a bet."

"Your eyes," Gabe says, immediately. "Are. Um." He's pretty sure he has a good comparison somewhere, but all he can come with at the moment are brand-name liquors, and while he feels that he and William may share a wavelength that would appreciate such a thing, he kind of doesn't want to risk it. "Um." "Good enough," William laughs. "Come here." bb!William meets Midtown!Gabe

Gabe Saporta of Midtown does a show in Chicago and meets 18-year-old William Becket. I love the Gabe pov, it's meandering and brash and funny and a little sad.

Much love for this fic. Young William meets Gabe during Midtown's tour in Chicago.

Okay so I need to stop reading these; I will get spoiled, or become overwhelmed and die. Midtown!Gabe/baby!William: flirting and cuddles and hard to get.

Midtown!Gabe meets baby!Beckett. Gabe spends the better part of a week trying and failing to seduce William (or at the very least, to get William to let Gabe call him Bill). There's hilarious, snappy banter, and real emotion here. I love the way she writes Gabe and Bill so much. A really enjoyable read. | William cannot be convinced. His cynicism is rivaled only by his profound acceptance of the world's many deep and irredeemable flaws. / Smitten may not cover it. He wants to lick William's microphone, or maybe just have heated guitar sex. Sans guitars.

Midtown!Gabe meets baby!Beckett.

Of course, this was no ordinary servant. And perhaps, just perhaps, Arthur was one lucky prince.

bath fic!

Bath sex.

"Merlin glared, he couldn't help it. His blisters had blisters and he was fairly certain his shoulders would never unkink from the knots they had tied themselves in. Where did it say in the whole 'destiny' thing that his side of the coin couldn't pick up and beat the other side with a broom? After a week's worth of sleep and a full belly, of course. Merlin did have his priorities. "

But this ... with this Merlin felt the need to protest. He couldn't raise his hands any higher than his shoulders from exhaustion - surely that meant something?

Summary: But this ... with this Merlin felt the need to protest. He couldn't raise his hands any higher than his shoulders from exhaustion - surely that meant something? QUOTE: Then Prince Pain-in-the-Arse wanted his armor polished (to remove the bunny fluff from the killer hare attack - not that the hare had truly been a killer, but it had made more noise than a hare ought and Arthur had been certain it was a vicious attacking ... something other than a hare - Arthur had sworn Merlin on pain of death never to tell a soul), his boots shined, his fall cloak - the scarlet one with the gold crest, not the red one with the yellow crest - freshened as Arthur had detected a faint chill in the air which could mean the weather changing or that there had simply been a bloody breeze, and his sword sharpened.

[merlin. nc-17. merlin/arthur. ~4,000 words.] But this ... with this Merlin felt the need to protest. He couldn't raise his hands any higher than his shoulders from exhaustion - surely that meant something?

Merlin had been terribly wrong. Arthur wasn't a prat, he was bloody mad. Get in ... with the Prince? And the touching...not that immersing himself in the water wouldn't be truly delightful, but Merlin could feel the flush starting in his cheeks, spreading to his ears and he was fairly sure his entire body was red at the mere notion of his skin and Arthur's skin and feet and bodies all piled into the tub that had never looked so small as it did to Merlin now.

Interesting, weird thinky thing where Colin's identity blurs with Merlin's.

The lines between merlin/arthur and colin/bradley blur as art imitates life...subtle, great characterisation, not too sappy

Bradley is not Arthur, Colin is confused and both of them end up in a lake.

“Wimp,” says Bradley, and Katie lets out a fresh cackle of merriment. “I want a drink. Get us some drinks, won’t you, Colin?” When Colin returns, clutching four sizable coffees, there is an odd sort of silence in the room for the briefest of moments, like someone was talking about him, like someone knows something he doesn’t, but then Bradley rolls off the bed and lands on his face, and everyone laughs, and Colin forgets.

Bradley is not Arthur, Colin is confused and both of them end up in a lake

Brendon wants a baby. It's not something he thinks about or plans. He just wakes up one morning and drinks the last of Spencer's pot of coffee. He takes Dylan for a walk. He takes a shower and smokes a cigarette. He sits down next to Spencer and pulls the newspaper out of his hands. It won't fold right, and eventually Brendon gets frustrated with it, placing it in a messy pile on the coffee table. achy and then beautiful and I just love the way they are portrayed with so much depth

Brendon and Spencer have a baby via a surrogate. Really sweet.

Brendon and Spencer have a baby.

"I want a baby," Brendon says. Spencer, to his credit, doesn't even blink. He looks at his crumpled paper, his brow wrinkled up so that Brendon knows he's annoyed. He looks at his hands. He looks at his feet. He looks out the sliding glass door, his skin crinkling when he squints his eyes against the sun. "I don't think," Spencer starts. "I'm not ready for a baby," he says. Spencer holds his shoulders tight when he's ready to fight. Brendon wraps his hand over one of them and squeezes and kneads. He digs his fingers in hard until he feels the muscles loosen under his fingers. Spencer doesn't turn around. He keeps his focus on whatever -- on the grass or the sky or the dog sniffing around in the flower bed. Brendon says, "Okay," and Spencer doesn't turn around.

"I want a baby," Brendon says. Spencer, to his credit, doesn't even blink. He looks at his crumpled paper, his brow wrinkled up so that Brendon knows he's annoyed. He looks at his hands. He looks at his feet. He looks out the sliding glass door, his skin crinkling when he squints his eyes against the sun. "I don't think," Spencer starts. "I'm not ready for a baby," he says.

Sometimes it feels like he's doing his own thing, dragging Spencer along for the ride, even if Spencer's never really made him feel that way.

DRP: Honeymoon I had a conversation with zoetrope which was basically like, "Man, I sort of want to write more totally filthy -- and I do mean filthy -- smut starring Merlin and Arthur," and she was like, "You should call it a sextra," to which all I could say, "Fuck, that is genius."

"Man, I sort of want to write more totally filthy -- and I do mean filthy -- smut starring Merlin and Arthur," and she was like, "You should call it a sextra," to which all I could say, "Fuck, that is genius."

very hot smut

sequel to Drastically Redefining Protocol

Only after their wedding—which between the confection at the chapel and the civil signing and the public reception and parade and the smaller one where Hunith had spent the entire time weeping—had felt more like four weddings, and Arthur and Merlin had slept for nearly 28 hours after and missed four different flights ou

I present the first of what will hopefully be many, many sextras from the Drastically Redefining Protocol universe --

The original plan had been, in fact, to honeymoon in Spain.

Another ridiculously hot and filthy "sextra" in the Drastically Redefining Protocol verse. "The original plan had been, in fact, to honeymoon in Spain."

Drastically Redefining Protocol -verse! Honeymoon! \o/ <3<3<3

the honeymoon [Drastically Redefining Protocol!verse]

College AU. Ryan's friends from Vegas come to visit and meet his hot roommate. Wacky hijinks ensue.

Ryan already knew that Jon was hot. He had eyes, after all, and he only needed glasses when he drove. He also wasn't stupid. So it wasn't like when Brendon leaned in and whispered (definitely loud enough for Jon to hear), "Ryan, your roommate is so fucking hot," a series of synapses fired in Ryan's brain that ended with him getting a big, fat crush on Jon Walker. He'd already been there long before his friends came for a visit. But just because someone wanted something didn't mean he got it and Ryan knew that, too.

Ryan's friends from Vegas come to visit and meet his hot roommate. Wacky hijinks ensue.

"Fuck," Ryan exhaled as Pete let him go and Jon walked over to where Spencer and Gabe were lining up a row of empty bottles to do God-only-knew-what. He caught Spencer giving Jon a surprised glance just before Ashlee stole Ryan's hat and pulled his attention back to them. "Hello to you, too," she said pointedly, adjusting the fedora on her head. Ryan's shoulders sagged. "Sorry," he said, and he really did mean it, "that just didn't play out the way I'd expected it to." Ashlee smiled brightly. "Love makes us do funny things!" "When did I get so obvious?" Ryan sighed. "Uh, at least since you were seventeen and posting half-naked pictures of yourself online?" Pete said, and Ryan scowled. "Oh, for fuck's sake, Ross, stop looking at me like that. It's what got me to read your poetry, isn't it?" "So you keep reminding me every two days."

Summary: College AU. Ryan's friends from Vegas come to visit and meet his hot roommate. Wacky hijinks ensue.

He’s mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf, a horse’s health, a boy’s love, or a whore’s oath,” the Fool, King Lear

“He’s mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf, a horse’s health, a boy’s love, or a whore’s oath,” the Fool, King Lear

Summary: He’s mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf, a horse’s health, a boy’s love, or a whore’s oath,” the Fool, King Lear

He’s mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf, a horse’s health, a boy’s love, or a whore’s oath,”

"He’s mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf, a horse’s health, a boy’s love, or a whore’s oath,” the Fool, King Lear

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He’s mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf, a horse’s health, a boy’s love, or a whore’s oath,” Arthur's father is always taking away those that he loves best. But Merlin refused to go.

"What the fuck is a Twitter?" Spencer asks, leaning out of the bunk to glare at Ryan. Ryan resists the urge to flinch; he's long since become immune to Spencer's bitch face, but it still hurts.

spencer gets a twitter and falls in love

P!ATD MCR fic spencer/bob eventually.... twitter centered

Panic get a Twitter

hree thoughts run through Spencer's head. The first is wow, blunt, much?, the second is god, he's so brave, I really couldn't have done that, and the third is holy fuck Bob Bryar is kissing me. Spencer thinks that the third thought might be the best he's ever had.

Panic get a Twitter.

Panic gets a Twitter. Bob is sneaky.

Panic get a Twitter...

hey, I didn't want to message you guys until I knew who was doing the twittering. From the name change I cleverly figured out who you are, Smith. It's been too long man, how are you guys? PS: this is Bob from MCR, in case you didn't know PPS: Dix says hi

He can barely believe his eyes when he gets an e-mail saying 'Bob Bryar is now following you on Twitter' because seriously, Bob Bryar has a Twitter! He instantly regresses back to his fanboy stage - which was all Ryan's fault, by the way - and follows every member of My Chem.

He can barely believe his eyes when he gets an e-mail saying 'Bob Bryar is now following you on Twitter' because seriously, Bob Bryar has a Twitter! He instantly regresses back to his fanboy stage - which was all Ryan's fault, by the way - and follows every member of My Chem. Frank and Mikey don't seem to update very often, Ray goes on about video games a lot, and Gerard is completely obsessed with coffee, but Bob seems to be enjoying it. He replies to most people and manages to be sarcastic but truthful in almost every update.

There must have been some magic in that old silk hat he found.

Magical sex hat!

Ryan steals a hat from a snowman and then people start hitting on him. Correlation, causation?

Ryan steals a hat from an inflatable snowman, and suddenly everybody wants to have sex with him. Fortunately his band doesn't need a hat for that. "After a few minutes Ryan sat up, adjusted the hat on his head, and snapped a picture with his phone. He sent it to Pete with the question: does this hat make u want 2 hv sex w/me? He received a reply almost immediately: gntleman i can never have this is an unbirthday party. Ryan took that as a 'yes'. He was about to toss his phone aside when he got another text. This one was from Ashlee: 3some???1? :) :) :) Ryan sighed. His phone beeped again. It was Joe: dude. And Patrick: nice hat. And: time for a vote. sex w/ryanross y/n? –a Sometimes Ryan wondered if Andy was trying to bring about the fall of civilization via Twitter. He fell back onto the bed again, but his phone kept beeping with new messages. sweet young thang, said Travis. notmy type but hell do, said Cassadee. rawr, said Gabe. im totes not gay but id hit dat, said Cash."

ryan finds a magical sex hat

Summary: There must have been some magic in that old silk hat he found.

One-shot. Ryan steals a top hat from a snowman, and ... suddenly his bandmates are being kind of weird. Funny and ridiculous and kind of sexy. (R)

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"Jim Kirk can wait for a good thing, if he has to." Lovely.

Jim Kirk can wait for a good thing, if he has to.

Summary: Jim Kirk can wait for a good thing, if he has to.

For the first time, Jim was exactly where he wanted to be. Every reason to wait and forget was gone, every barrier pushed away. He forged ahead, thrusters on full.

rating: FRM summary: Jim Kirk can wait for a good thing, if he has to. why: Sometimes, waiting is a very good thing.

Jim Kirk can wait for a good thing, if he has to

In which they're worth the wait. D'awwwwwww.

At the end of the movie, the older Spock did not seek out his younger self and encourage him to stay on the Enterprise. It falls to Jim to convince him. This is how he does it. In other words, how to outfox a fox, when the fox is a Vulcan.*

AU. At the end of the movie, the older Spock did not seek out his younger self and encourage him to stay on the Enterprise. It falls to Jim to convince him. This is how he does it.

I have a definite hard-on for Kirk/Spock verbal sparring. THIS IS AWESOME.

At the end of the movie, the older Spock did not seek out his younger self and encourage him to stay on the Enterprise. It falls to Jim to convince him. This is how he does it.

"At the end of the movie, the older Spock did not seek out his younger self and encourage him to stay on the Enterprise. It falls to Jim to convince him. This is how he does it. "

“What do you mean you’re resigning?” “I believe my meaning was quite clear, Captain.” “No, I’m pretty sure I must have space dust in my ears, because I could swear that I just heard you tell me you’re leaving this ship. As in, permanently. As in, you might want to start explaining now before I call security and have you marched down to sickbay ASAP for physical and psychological examination.”

“What do you mean you’re resigning?” “I believe my meaning was quite clear, Captain.” “No, I’m pretty sure I must have space dust in my ears, because I could swear that I just heard you tell me you’re leaving this ship. As in, permanently. As in, you might want to start explaining now before I call security and have you marched down to sickbay ASAP for physical and psychological examination.” Spock, currently in the process of packing his single Starfleet-issue luggage carrier, furrowed his eyebrows at his commanding officer in a typical Vulcan frown. He was dressed in science blues, hunched over a small dresser in the corner of his quarters, which were nearly half empty of all his personal belongings, the other half strewn in slight disarray across the room’s small side-table. Jim, staring at him from the mesh divider between the sleeping alcove and the office area, tried not to be lured into looking around him with anything approaching obsessively disturbing interest.

Summary: AU. At the end of the movie, the older Spock did not seek out his younger self and encourage him to stay on the Enterprise. It falls to Jim to convince him. This is how he does it. / In other words, how to outfox a fox, when the fox is a Vulcan. **||** [4.461 words] Spock (the younger) is about to learn that Jim Kirk, when properly motivated, can be alarmingly logical.

The one where Jim has to convince Spock to join the Enterprise because Spock!prime won't. 4,461 words.

startrekreboot gen recommended

It's eighteen months into their five year mission that Jim finally, really asks the question. Alternately, see title.

I love this Kirk. And Spock makes me smile.

“So…” Jim begins, dragging out the vowel sound. “She just walked up to you and said, ‘Let’s be in a relationship’ and you just went, ‘Yeah, okay. Sure.’”

“I am half-Vulcan, Jim, not half-dead.”

For his part, Jim has absolutely no idea what to say to that other than a protest that there had to be some really important (likely sexy) stuff left out in the middle there.

does what it says on the tin

Kirk asks Spock how he and Uhura got together. Fluffy fun.

It is eighteen months into their five year mission and over a game of tri-d chess that Jim finally, really asks his first officer the question that has burned in his mind ever since the veritably world-shaking events that demanded it be posed. "Spock, seriously. You and Uhura. How did that happen?"

cuuute. love kirk's mind imploding over imaginary uhura seduction scenes - apple! - and that she started it, with a written argument. sweet. shewhohathapen: Star Trek: AOS //

“I am half-Vulcan, Jim, not half-dead.” :D

It's eighteen months into their five year mission that Jim finally, really asks the question.

In which, Ryan discovers that Spencer can hold him down now; so very naturally them, with an emphasis on the aspects of "dynamic" between them that I am most fond of. Well-chosen glimpses and a fabulous friend/relationship.

Spencer is strong enough now to hold both of Ryan’s wrists down with just one hand.

"Spencer is strong enough now to hold both of Ryan’s wrists down with just one hand." 5,000 words

Ryan’s attention is drawn back to Spencer – not that it ever really went away, given how Spencer’s weight is pressing him down, or with the tight grip Spencer’s fingers have around Ryan’s wrists, fuck—Ryan’s attention is drawn back to Spencer when Spencer leans down, head tilted. There are hardly more than two inches between their mouths. “You lost,” Spencer says. “You suck,” Ryan replies. Spencer laughs and rolls off him. It takes a few seconds before Ryan’s chest feels normal again.

They didn’t draw the blinds last night, so the morning sun is filtering into the room, throwing an odd pattern on the carpet. Spencer is still asleep, plastered to Ryan’s back, one leg between both of Ryan’s. It’s hot, and somewhat itchy, and the bed is too small for two people. Ryan shifts back against Spencer’s chest, closes his eyes and decides to go back to sleep.

>> Spencer is strong enough now to hold both of Ryan’s wrists down with just one hand. << Ryan/Spencer NC-17, warning for mild D/s themes

He’s watching Ryan’s face intently, eyes focused as he applies a hint of pressure, not much, just enough for Ryan to know Spencer is there, to remind him he’s trapped with both hands pinned against the carpet and Spencer’s forearm keeping him in place.

Spencer is strong enough now to hold both of Ryan’s wrists down with just one hand. It’s a realization Ryan thinks he could have lived without, and happily, at that. Unfortunately, it’s also a realization that’s rather difficult to push aside with Spencer hovering above him, a triumphant gleam in his eyes as he keeps Ryan trapped against the floor. “My choice.” “Fuck you,” Ryan says uselessly. “Dude, not right here. Think of Brendon’s innocent baby ears.” Jon’s tone is mild. He sets the remote control aside to reach for a handful of chips while Brendon gives him a lazy finger. “’m older than Spencer, so shut up, Jon Walker.” “Make me,” Jon says.

Written because it's every J2 author's obligation to write living-together-fic! The pornographic parts of this (which, I grant, is most of it) played out very nicely in my head while I was on a London bus crossing Waterloo Bridge and listening to Jordan Knight's 'Give It To You' as part of [info]keepaofthecheez's rather fabulous From J With Love fanmixes. Check them out, for lo, awesome.

In which Jensen moves in, and Jared just can't resist.

It's driving Jared pretty crazy, having Jensen around all the time. He thought it would be okay, because hell, he's spent hours and hours around Jensen before both on-set and off; he's been able to handle being his friend, being his coworker, and wanting to fuck him senseless all really well. He's kept his sanity admirably, and he's happy just carrying on as he is, content with being almost 100% sure nothing's ever going to happen, fine with just looking and daydreaming on occasion.

It's driving Jared pretty crazy, having Jensen around all the time. He thought it would be okay, because hell, he's spent hours and hours around Jensen before both on-set and off; he's been able to handle being his friend, being his coworker, and wanting to fuck him senseless all really well.

Jared's finding living with Jensen a little hard. 4300 words

It's driving Jared pretty crazy, having Jensen around all the time.

Written because it's every J2 author's obligation to write living-together-fic!

Chicago Bromance Stockholm Syndrom: a cautionary tale. Or: Five Dudes Jon Walker Has Been Kind Of Gay With.

Five dudes Jon Walker has been kind of gay with. // Fun and warm to the touch. Jon-centric, which makes my day. Left a smile on my face - the best kind of fic.

Subtitled: "Five Dudes Jon Walker Has Been Kind Of Gay With."

Jon loves his guys. In Chicago, that's what you do.

(a cautionary tale) Or: Five Dudes Jon Walker Has Been Kind Of Gay With.

Oh, oblivious Jon, so adorable. Sweet and silly.

Five Dudes Jon Walker Has Been Kind Of Gay With

2009-03, casual mentions of drug use | Author's summary: Jon gets into the Chicago scene pretty early | Or, "Jon hasn't been pining for Ryan at all and doesn't realize they're dating. I WOULD READ SO MANY STORIES WITH THAT BASIC PLOT."

Jon knows where he belongs and it's in a bus or even a van with a bunch of other guys going backwards and forwards across the country and getting far too well acquainted with each other's sweaty armpits. Jon loves his guys. In Chicago, that's what you do.

(alternate version c: Jon hasn't been pining for Ryan at all and doesn't realize they're dating. I WOULD READ SO MANY STORIES WITH THAT BASIC PLOT.)

Fine, so maybe it hadn't been the best idea to attack the giant tentacle monster.

in which merlin gets arthur cleaned up properly, and then has to do it all over again ///// Fine, so maybe it hadn't been the best idea to attack the giant tentacle monster.

some delicious tags i just don't get to use enough.

"What?" Arthur said, and realized Merlin had actually been reduced to incoherence. "Oh, shut up, and get over here and get me cleaned off."

"If you ever," he said, by way of preamble, and then turned around, and stopped, because the look on Merlin's face wasn't the shock of seeing your prince stripped and violated and losing all respect for him, which Arthur had been steeling himself for. It also wasn't what have you got yourself into now or I want to laugh except you'll probably execute me or even the utterly intolerable I told you not to charge at the giant tentacle monster, didn't I?

Fine, so maybe it hadn't been the best idea to attack the giant tentacle monster. 1,694 words.

arthur (kinda) sacrifices merlin to a tentacle monster

Arthur fights a tentacle monster. Merlin enjoys the aftermath.

Brendon sees all of his possibilities.

all the brendons that could have been.

A quarterlife crisis is when all your what-ifs, the lives you could have lived, gather and fight about choices you should have made and opportunities you shouldn't have missed.

O_______O

at brendon's quarterlife crisis, every possible brendon meets every other brendon and poor patrick has to sift through them all.//so many possibilities, it's magical, i swear to god.

:D

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mucking about with language

Linguists have been trying to explain for over a century—ever since a cultural anthropologist first published with the intent to connect differences in culture with differences in language by examining the roots—that the Inuit people of North America do not in fact have an inordinately large number of words for frozen precipitation.

Vulcans have no word for "lover".

she hopes he can taste what she can never find words to say.

A delightful poetic story dealing with linguistics. This is actually Spock/Uhura, but it souldn't bother anyone.

With every touch of her hands to his face, her fingers tracing the curve of his cheek and jaw, she draws a map of the uncharted lands between them so he might find a home in the circle of her arms.

There are no words for this. It cannot be contained by ink on paper or sounds carried by the wind.

There are at least five different words Uhura has identified in both Modern Vulcan written and spoken language for spouse (bond-mate, joined-but-chaste, joined-but-parted, joined-never-parted, parent-of-my-offspring), and four for friend (companion, secret-keeper, friendship-like-kinship, and friendship-closer-than-kinship). There are Old High Vulcan endearments (half-of-my-heart/soul/being) that she has never heard spoken—and most likely never will, the embracing of the teachings of Surak changing the language of Vulcan even as it changed her people. But there is no word for someone with whom one has an intimate, physical relationship outside of marriage.

In which Jon wins Brendon in a dice game. Based on Georgette Heyer's short story 'Hazard'.

Summary: In which Jon wins Brendon in a dice game. Based on Georgette Heyer's short story 'Hazard'. Notes: this was pretty adorable. i really wish it was longer.

Jon wins Brendon in a card game and they elope to Gretna Green ... of course things aren't actually that simple. A cute little fic with a happy ending!

Summary: In which Jon wins Brendon in a dice game. Based on Georgette Heyer's short story 'Hazard'.

In which Jon wins Brendon in a dice game.

He looked up, giving Brendon a warm, sweet smile. "Sir, I have won your hand honourably. Will you go with me?"

In which Jon wins Brendon in a dice game. Regency AU.

Jon wins Brendon in a game of chance. || Utterly charming harlequin short, based off a Georgette Heyer short story.

Vampire fic; writing style isn't great, but I like the concept and the way they fit at the end.

“I don’t see why you want us there,” Brendon asks when he pulls away from the girl’s neck. His lips are stained dark red and there’s heat in his eyes like that which only comes from bloodlust. “We’re not the ones with a boner for this guy’s photography.”

“I don’t see why you want us there,” Brendon asks when he pulls away from the girl’s neck. His lips are stained dark red and there’s heat in his eyes like that which only comes from bloodlust. “We’re not the ones with a boner for this guy’s photography.” Ryan rolls his eyes, because it wouldn’t kill Brendon to act the part every once in a while. He’s not asking for a full out Bela Lugosi accent or cape. But for once, it might be nice if Brendon didn’t act his age.

Ryan is with Spencer and Brendon, and then he finds Jon. Very sweet vampire story.

“Young ones are impetuous and need constant looking after,” she’d whispered when she turned him; stroking the back of his head while he shook and convulsed in her arms. He’d died on the football field of his university, staring up at the stars. He remembers thinking something stupid and romantic at the time, about having a soul that was much older than she knew. “But I’ll look after you.”

“So I’m a vampire.” That’s not how he meant to say it, just sort of blurted out while Jon’s sipping his coffee and looking awkward. It’s just sort of complicated. Jon agreed to meet him again at the coffee place, and Ryan thought it had been a good sign.

Tom Conrad’s photography is half the reason they’re in New York. Sure, it’s a huge metropolitan city with enough of a counter culture to make finding food fairly easy, but the reason Ryan pushed for it is because Tom Conrad was working here.

Panic as Vampires

Ryan starts to tuck up close to Brendon, muzzle pressed up against Jon's back, then he sits up suddenly and says, "Hey. Where's Spencer?"

panic! kitten au

1,600 words, G. Kitten AU. SUNSHINE FOR EVERY RAINY DAY FOR THE REST OF TIME.

Ryan starts to tuck up close to Brendon, muzzle pressed up against Jon's back, then he sits up suddenly and says, "Hey. Where's Spencer?" (the kitten AU)

Ryan starts to tuck up close to Brendon, muzzle pressed up against Jon's back, then he sits up suddenly and says, "Hey. Where's Spencer?" Kitten AU.

When I'm in need of cheering up, kittens! at the disco

Panic!kittens!!! OMG~!!! so cute!!!!!

Looking back on it, Bradley thinks that was the point at which he ought to have heard warning bells or something.

"He's got a love scene with Tony," Bradley points out spitefully, and then reaches for a pint. Katie's eyes widen and she goes back to reading the script. "Oh really?" Angel says, her tone more interested than appalled. Bradley is oddly disappointed. Colin blushes faintly. "I do. It's pretty short, though I don't know Merlin's going to be able to look Uther in the eye for a while." "Looks like he has more than one with you, James." Katie shoots him a sly look over the pages. "Of course, that won't change how Merlin and Arthur interact at all."

Looking back on it, Bradley thinks that was the point at which he ought to have heard warning bells or something. (The one where Tony ropes them into playing in a WWII US cop drama.) [Complex, hot, and very interesting. I liked this a lot.]

Bradley and Colin get cast in a film where they play gay lovers and have to do explicit sex scenes.

Bradley and Colin get cast as gay lovers in a film and have to do explicit sex scenes.

Bradley and Colin get cast in movie together, where they have love scenes.

It was still nearly two months to the end of shooting on series two when Tony mentioned in passing that he had a project lined up for hiatus. He suggested Bradley and Colin audition for it as well, because it was "an exciting opportunity for a pair of promising young actors like yourselves". Looking back on it, Bradley thinks that was the point at which he ought to have heard warning bells or something.

"She tilts her head a bit and looks at Colin. "The mysterious seductress who leads our hero astray?" A beat. "Yeah, I can see that." Colin and Katie laugh, and then Katie says, "You're too pretty by half, Morgan," and gives Colin a saucy wink. "He's got a love scene with Tony," Bradley points out spitefully, and then reaches for a pint. Katie's eyes widen and she goes back to reading the script. "Oh really?" Angel says, her tone more interested than appalled. Bradley is oddly disappointed. Colin blushes faintly. "I do. It's pretty short, though I don't know Merlin's going to be able to look Uther in the eye for a while." "Looks like he has more than one with you, James." Katie shoots him a sly look over the pages. "Of course, that won't change how Merlin and Arthur interact at all." "Fuck off, Katie," Bradley says, and reaches to take the script back. Katie raps him on the knuckles with it and keeps reading. Bradley's doomed."

Speaking in Tongues Spock/Uhura, pre-movie. "The first time she earns one of Commander Spock's rare smiles, she knows she's chosen the right path." And sequel: The Seven Year Itch Spock/Uhura, pre-movie. Pon farr.

Rating/Classification: R, Spock/Uhura, sexual content (pon farr alert!), a few dirty words, pre-movie

Hooooooooooot. I am constantly amazed that something like Pon Farr is actually canon. A short piece that is half-porn, half-hilarious, and all great. I loved Uhura's voice in this.

Summary: It's only within the confines of the lab, or Spock's quarters, that they allow themselves to experiment, to act and react. Notes: The pon farr-focused sequel to Speaking in Tongues, full of warmth and intimacy. I fell into the story easily and felt happily satisfied by the end.

Oh, Spock, she thinks. You gorgeous, wonderful, idiotic meathead of a Vulcan.

It's only within the confines of the lab, or Spock's quarters, that they allow themselves to experiment, to act and react. Sequel to "Speaking in Tongues"

"No," she tells him again. "I am not going anywhere. You need me, and I will stay for you. For *whatever* you need."

It's only within the confines of the lab, or Spock's quarters, that they allow themselves to experiment, to act and react.

"It's only within the confines of the lab, or Spock's quarters, that they allow themselves to experiment, to act and react." Companion to "Speaking in Tongues," followed by "Reason and Rhyme."

Brendon knows exactly what will happen to him if he ever goes back.

Space opera AU. A sequel to Parallax. Brendon knows exactly what will happen to him if he ever goes back. [8,300]

Brendon knows exactly what will happen to him if he ever goes back. Sequel to Parallax.

follows parallax. Brendon knows exactly what will happen to him if he ever goes back.

Brendon rolled onto his side again and reached for Ryan's hand again, held on tight. "I was an awful brat when I was a kid," he said. "So it was punishment, right? A trip to Casicani is a really fucking boring way to spend a few weeks, but I had to go. I didn't even really see anything. The spaceport and the base, they're closed in this huge dome. The planet has a stable atmosphere, so the only reason they have this dome is to keep the prisoners out. There are no guards except at the entrances to the dome. They just... they just drop people down on the surface. They tag the important ones so they can find them if they have to, but most people... They don't survive very long." Follows 'Parallax.'

[8300 words. // PG-13] Brendon knows exactly what will happen to him if he ever goes back.

sequel to parallax.

(A sequel to Parallax.) Brendon knows exactly what will happen to him if he ever goes back.

In which there a sequel to Parallax!

Space opera AU. A sequel to Parallax. (Master post.) Brendon/Jon. PG-13. 8300 words. Many thanks to stele3 and cmonkatiekatie for beta-reading. Brendon knows exactly what will happen to him if he ever goes back.

A sequel to Parallax. Brendon knows exactly what will happen to him if he ever goes back.

They have a hotel night with nothing to do the next morning.

Omg so hot. Shane helps Brendon unwind. Mild d/s stuff. "Shane stretches out on the bed beside Brendon. He's still wearing his pants, so he lifts his hips and pulls them off, tugging his boxers down as well, then wiggles up close beside Brendon. Brendon's sweating and Shane watches him try to force himself to relax. "Do you think you'll still be open for me by tomorrow morning?" Shane asks, his voice rough. He's probably just about as hard as Brendon is right now. Brendon shivers, reaching for Shane with both hands and pulling gently. He tilts his head up and waits for Shane to kiss him, then sucks eagerly on Shane's tongue. Shane bites hard into Brendon's lower lip, just to hear the low noise Brendon makes, then pulls away. "Go to sleep and I'll fuck you in the morning." Shane looks Brendon in the eye and asks, "'Kay?" Brendon nods quickly. Shane says, "Tell me." "I'll wait 'til morning," Brendon says. "You'll fuck me in the morning.""

Standalone. They have a hotel night with nothing to do the next morning.

SUMMARY: They have a hotel night with nothing to do the next morning.

Brendon says, "It's a hotel night," in a low voice, then grins at Shane, all crinkly eyes and pink cheeks. Shane smiles back, gently knocks his elbow against Brendon's, then starts zipping up his camera case. "You saving your shower for the hotel?" Shane asks. Brendon's got a towel slung around his neck, but he's still in his stage clothes.

4800 words | They have a hotel night with nothing to do the next morning.

It was Zack's fault, really. 1,303 words.

The one where the stoners! at the disco are at a truckstop full of shiny distractions and lose Jon. Everything about this story is wonderful, seriously.

It was Zack's fault, really.

So the thing that winter, when Brendon hugged that cop a little bit inappropriately, that was really actually Zack's fault, too.

They had split up--there was a Starbucks and a newsstand and a gift shop and bathrooms and vending machines and one of those claw games, there was a lot to do and see

In which Jon Walker is lost.

John's mind was already made up, but he couldn't resist yanking Rodney's chain a little bit. "Hmm," he said. "A room full of physicists; a long-winded presentation I probably won't understand. Yeah, it doesn't really sound like fun."

Rodney takes John to a conference for a first date. Bad science, petty colleagues, and potentially the end of the world follow.

nc-17 mcshep brainstorm au with john in place of keller. :)

AU of Brain Storm. john goes with Rodney.

Brainstorm- McShep style.

episodeAU Rodney and John go earthside to a science conference- chaos ensues

That was more like it. "You don't have to make such a big deal out of it," John pointed out. "You could just ask me out on a date." / Rodney's deer-in-the-headlights look was pretty funny. "Hey, I didn't want to. . . I mean. . . I know. . . you. . ." / "I'll probably say yes," John said, breezily. Rodney stared.

The episode Brainstorm, except with John instead of Keller. The way it's supposed to be.

John's mind was already made up, but he couldn't resist yanking Rodney's chain a little bit. "Hmm," he said. "A room full of physicists; a long-winded presentation I probably won't understand. Yeah, it doesn't really sound like fun." - Brainstorm AU where John, not Jennifer, goes to the conference with Rodney

the way the episode SHOULD have gone.

"Stop being so stupid and stubborn already and take your pants off."

"You're such a romantic," Spencer says, wiggling under him. "How did I ever get so lucky?" "Spence," he says, suddenly serious. "Look. I want to. I want *you*. You know that, right?" She nods, biting her bottom lip and looking up at him a little hesitantly. "Now are you going to stop being mean to me and let me get you off?" He smirks at her, can't help it, and flinches away from the smack she throws at his arm. "Fine," she says, "but if this goes terribly wrong I'm going to say I told you so."

"I swear to god, Ross, I will break your scrawny ass directly in half."

I'll even read het as long as it's bandom genderswap THEY ARE THE SWAPS OF MY HEART

"If I tell you look beautiful right now, are you going to call me a dick?"

Awkwardly teenaged Girl!Spencer and way-too-smooth Ryan.

Elementary logic leads to an obvious conclusion.

In which Spock and Uhura trade logic and poetry

Pre-movie fic, Spock runs into Uhura in a bookstore. Cute and fun.

spock observes stuf, uhura checks mates him and he misses his bus stop. impeccably hot.

Summary: Elementary logic leads to an obvious conclusion.

Title: in her aspect and her eyes Author: Livia Fandom: Star Trek 2009 Characters: Spock, Uhura Rating: G Word count: 2100 Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine. Summary: Elementary logic leads to an obvious conclusion.

Elementary logic leads to an obvious conclusion. Smart and witty dialogue, excellent characterizations.

He was struck with a sudden, illogical awareness of the fact that he was standing in a dead-end aisle, with no available avenue of retreat, and moreover that he would be trapped here until Lieutenant Uhura chose to stand aside and allow him to pass.

Elementary logic leads to an obvious conclusion. Spock/Uhura

The layout of the Old Downtown bookstore recommended to Spock by Admiral Hernandez was highly inefficient.

Uhura and Spock meet cute in a bookstore, and Uhura wows Spock with her awesomeness, OF COURSE.

Summary: In high school, Jared Padalecki had it all. He was surrounded with rich, famous, beautiful friends and partied with young Hollywood's elite. As if all of that wasn't exciting enough, he used the tricks he learned from his grandfather to become an amateur sleuth with his billionaire best friend, Jensen Ackles, playing the role of trusty sidekick. But when he got in over his head and lost everything he once held dear, he knew that it was time to move on. That was ten years ago. Now he lives the lonely life of a hardboiled private investigator on the streets of Manhattan, and his fabulous past is nothing but a distant memory. That is, until a tragedy forces him to return to California and the world he left behind. Between juggling rabid paparazzi, sarcastic detectives, and a spurned ex-best friend, it's a wonder that he can possibly find the time to solve a murder that has left the city of angels reeling.

In high school, Jared Padalecki had it all. He was surrounded with rich, famous, beautiful friends and partied with young Hollywood's elite. As if all of that wasn't exciting enough, he used the tricks he learned from his grandfather to become an amateur sleuth with his billionaire best friend, Jensen Ackles, playing the role of trusty sidekick. But when he got in over his head and lost everything he once held dear, he knew that it was time to move on. That was ten years ago. Now he lives the lonely life of a hardboiled private investigator on the streets of Manhattan, and his fabulous past is nothing but a distant memory. That is, until a tragedy forces him to return to California and the world he left behind. Between juggling rabid paparazzi, sarcastic detectives, and a spurned ex-best friend, it's a wonder that he can possibly find the time to solve a murder that has left the city of angels reeling.

: In high school, Jared Padalecki had it all. He was surrounded with rich, famous, beautiful friends and partied with young Hollywood's elite. As if all of that wasn't exciting enough, he used the tricks he learned from his grandfather to become an amateur sleuth with his billionaire best friend, Jensen Ackles, playing the role of trusty sidekick. But when he got in over his head and lost everything he once held dear, he knew that it was time to move on. That was ten years ago. Now he lives the lonely life of a hardboiled private investigator on the streets of Manhattan, and his fabulous past is nothing but a distant memory. That is, until a tragedy forces him to return to California and the world he left behind. Between juggling rabid paparazzi, sarcastic detectives, and a spurned ex-best friend, it's a wonder that he can possibly find the time to solve a murder that has left the city of angels reeling.

The noir detective AU. Very, very cool.

n high school, Jared Padalecki had it all. He was surrounded with rich, famous, beautiful friends and partied with young Hollywood's elite. As if all of that wasn't exciting enough, he used the tricks he learned from his grandfather to become an amateur sleuth with his billionaire best friend, Jensen Ackles, playing the role of trusty sidekick. But when he got in over his head and lost everything he once held dear, he knew that it was time to move on. That was ten years ago. Now he lives the lonely life of a hardboiled private investigator on the streets of Manhattan, and his fabulous past is nothing but a distant memory. That is, until a tragedy forces him to return to California and the world he left behind.

Fresh out of school, Jensen meets and falls for Jeff Morgan. He may not know what he wants to do with his life, but for the first time since leaving Texas, he feels like things are coming together. Jeff seems like the perfect guy, right up until it all falls apart, and Jensen is left wondering where he went wrong. A couple failed relationships and a few years later, Jensen's decided that one-night stands are preferable to dates. He's got his friends and his roommate, Sophia, for everything non-sex related, after all. Until Sophia decides to move in with her boyfriend and Jensen's stuck trying to find a new roommate. At Sophia's insistence, Jensen meets Jared Padalecki and the two become fast friends. Only, the more they get to know each other, the more obvious it is that there's something there. But Jensen is unwilling to risk losing Jared's friendship for the possibility of more. Unfortunately, if he doesn't get things figured out, he might lose Jared anyway.

by elizah-jane. When things with Jeff don't work out, Jensen is reluctant to start something with his new roommate, even if the guy is built like a sex god.

Fresh out of school with a degree from the University of Washington, Jensen meets and falls for Jeff Morgan. He may not know what he wants to do with his life, but for the first time since leaving Texas, he feels like things are coming together. Jeff seems like the perfect guy, right up until it all falls apart, and Jensen is left wondering where he went wrong.

Fresh out of school with a degree from the University of Washington, Jensen meets and falls for Jeff Morgan. Jeff seems like the perfect guy, right up until it all falls apart, and Jensen is left wondering where he went wrong. A couple failed relationships and a few years later, Jensen's decided that one-night stands are preferable to dates. He's got his friends and his roommate, Sophia, for everything non-sex related, after all. Until Sophia decides to move in with her boyfriend and Jensen's stuck trying to find a new roommate. At Sophia's insistence, Jensen meets Jared Padalecki and the two become fast friends. Only, the more they get to know each other, the more obvious it is that there's something there. But Jensen is unwilling to risk losing Jared's friendship for the possibility of more. Unfortunately, if he doesn't get things figured out, he might lose Jared anyway.

(Wow, the full official summary is too long to put here!) Jensen meets and falls for Jeff Morgan. When things fall apart, Jensen is left wondering where things went wrong. "A couple failed relationships and a few years later, Jensen's decided that one-night stands are preferable to dates. He's got his friends and his roommate, Sophia, for everything non-sex related, after all. Until Sophia decides to move in with her boyfriend and Jensen's stuck trying to find a new roommate. At Sophia's insistence, Jensen meets Jared Padalecki and the two become fast friends. Only, the more they get to know each other, the more obvious it is that there's something there. But Jensen is unwilling to risk losing Jared's friendship for the possibility of more. Unfortunately, if he doesn't get things figured out, he might lose Jared anyway." Longlong fic, epic pining.

A couple failed relationships and a few years later, Jensen's decided that one-night stands are preferable to dates. He's got his friends and his roommate, Sophia, for everything non-sex related, after all. Until Sophia decides to move in with her boyfriend and Jensen's stuck trying to find a new roommate. At Sophia's insistence, Jensen meets Jared Padalecki and the two become fast friends. Only, the more they get to know each other, the more obvious it is that there's something there. But Jensen is unwilling to risk losing Jared's friendship for the possibility of more. Unfortunately, if he doesn't get things figured out, he might lose Jared anyway. 82k words, NC-17

Fresh out of school with a degree from the University of Washington, Jensen meets and falls for Jeff Morgan. He may not know what he wants to do with his life, but Jeff seems like the perfect guy, right up until it all falls apart, and Jensen is left wondering where he went wrong. A couple failed relationships and a few years later, Jensen's decided that one-night stands are preferable to dates. He's got his friends and his roommate, Sophia, for everything non-sex related, after all. Until Sophia decides to move in with her boyfriend and Jensen's stuck trying to find a new roommate. At Sophia's insistence, Jensen meets Jared Padalecki and the two become fast friends. Only, the more they get to know each other, the more obvious it is that there's something there. But Jensen is unwilling to risk losing Jared's friendship for the possibility of more. Unfortunately, if he doesn't get things figured out, he might lose Jared anyway.

Summary: Jensen falls for Jeff. Gets his heart broken. Becomes roomates with Jared. Stuff happens.

Fresh out of school with a degree from the University of Washington, Jensen meets and falls for Jeff Morgan. He may not know what he wants to do with his life, but for the first time since leaving Texas, he feels like things are coming together. Jeff seems like the perfect guy, right up until it all falls apart, and Jensen is left wondering where he went wrong. A couple failed relationships and a few years later, Jensen's decided that one-night stands are preferable to dates. He's got his friends and his roommate, Sophia, for everything non-sex related, after all. Until Sophia decides to move in with her boyfriend and Jensen's stuck trying to find a new roommate.

summary: The one where Chris has stupid glasses and a lot of paperbacks, Zach knows too much for his own good, there are at least two lap dances, and everybody wants to sleep with Dorothy Parker. "Quinto Mad Libs," Cho says. "My date was: mean adjective, meaner adjective, devastating five-syllable mean adjective."

by dorkorific (R) The one where Chris has stupid glasses and a lot of paperbacks, Zach knows too much for his own good, there are at least two lap dances, and everybody wants to sleep with Dorothy Parker. "Quinto Mad Libs," Cho says. "My date was: mean adjective, meaner adjective, devastating five-syllable mean adjective."

highly rec'd chris pine/zaquinto fic.

The one where Chris has stupid glasses and a lot of paperbacks, Zach knows too much for his own good, there are at least two lap dances, and everybody wants to sleep with Dorothy Parker. "Quinto Mad Libs," Cho says. "My date was: mean adjective, meaner adjective, devastating five-syllable mean adjective."

The one where Chris has stupid glasses and a lot of paperbacks, Zach knows too much for his own good, there are at least two lap dances, and everybody wants to sleep with Dorothy Parker. / A-MA-ZING. IDEK WHAT TO SAY ABOUT THIS OTHER THAN AMAZING FANTASTIC GORGEOUS.

Nice Trek RPS fic with great banter

Best. RPF. Ever.

The one where Chris has stupid glasses and a lot of paperbacks, Zach knows too much for his own good, there are at least two lap dances, and everybody wants to sleep with Dorothy Parker. / A-MA-ZING. IDEK WHAT TO SAY ABOUT THIS OTHER THAN AMAZING FANTASTIC GORGEOUS. the pinto banter was legit perfection. i will admit the quinto characterization was a little off for me, but the whole story itself makes up for it, completely.

The one where Chris has stupid glasses and a lot of paperbacks, Zach knows too much for his own good, there are at least two lap dances, and everybody wants to sleep with Dorothy Parker (17,000 words). / okay, so this one had everything from humor to smut to heartwarming romance--a must read. Plus, there's bonus Leonard Nemoy sharing a bad date story.

angel married....accidentally.  ha

Summary: Angelic marriage rites were never intended to go quite like this. Word Count: 11,101 words

The one where Dean and Castiel have accidentally started a marriage/courtship ritual.

Angelic marriage rites were never intended to go quite like this.

as only afterward, when Sam was rubbing feeling back into his wrists and Dean was hanging up from his anonymous 911 call that Castiel said, "The next time you summon me by name, I expect to fuck you," like someone else might say, "The next time we throw a party, you're bringing the beer." "Really?" Sam said. "You guys can't wait until you're alone to have these little talks?"

Angelic marriage rites were never intended to go quite like this. [BWEEEEE!!!]

"Angelic marriage rites were never intended to go quite like this." EEEE! ^___^ <33333 Excerpt: "It was only afterward, when Sam was rubbing feeling back into his wrists and Dean was hanging up from his anonymous 911 call that Castiel said, 'The next time you summon me by name, I expect to fuck you,' like someone else might say, 'The next time we throw a party, you're bringing the beer.' 'Really? Sam said. 'You guys can't wait until you're alone to have these little talks?'" (Marking)

:AU. Jared grew up in Barnes, Texas, home of prestigious Wilson College. He knows everyone in town, and they know him. Jensen Ackles, star student of Wilson, is the name everyone knows, but the person nobody does. He's graduating at the top of the class and is leaving town in just twelve weeks for a research fellowship in California. After seeing Jensen around town for four years, Jared finally decides to bite the bullet and ask him out. Nobody is so sure this is a good idea, including Jared's best friends Katie and Danneel, and Jensen's roommate Misha and his brother Josh. Can a college brain and a townie who hasn't quite figured out his next steps fit together? The road is bumpy, but it might just be worth it.

characters: Jared/Jensen, Katie, Danneel, Misha rating: R for language and sexual situations length: 24,470ish words The basic premise here is that Jared is a working-class boy who falls for rich and brilliant soon to be graduating college boy Jensen. The story is sweet and entertaining, but I was brought up short by the realistic tone used to tell a story that reads to me like it takes place in a fantasy world. Both Jared and Jensen come off like very innocent and earnest boys from the 1950s, and the issues around Jared's class background are very glossed over (massive understatement). It's well-written in other ways, but too far from reality for me--you might love it, who knows!

"Jared grew up in Barnes, Texas, home of prestigious Wilson College. He knows everyone in town, and they know him. Jensen Ackles, star student of Wilson, is the name everyone knows, but the person nobody does. He's graduating at the top of the class and is leaving town in just twelve weeks for a research fellowship in California. After seeing Jensen around town for four years, Jared finally decides to bite the bullet and ask him out. Nobody is so sure this is a good idea, including Jared's best friends Katie and Danneel, and Jensen's roommate Misha and his brother Josh. Can a college brain and a townie who hasn't quite figured out his next steps fit together? The road is bumpy, but it might just be worth it. (Verrry loose adaptation of the movie Say Anything.)"

Jared grew up in Barnes, Texas, home of prestigious Wilson College. He knows everyone in town, and they know him. Jensen Ackles, star student of Wilson, is the name everyone knows, but the person nobody does. He's graduating at the top of the class and is leaving town in just twelve weeks for a research fellowship in California. After seeing Jensen around town for four years, Jared finally decides to bite the bullet and ask him out. Nobody is so sure this is a good idea, including Jared's best friends Katie and Danneel, and Jensen's roommate Misha and his brother Josh. Can a college brain and a townie who hasn't quite figured out his next steps fit together? The road is bumpy, but it might just be worth it. (Verrry loose adaptation of the movie Say Anything.)

Summary:AU. Jared grew up in Barnes, Texas, home of prestigious Wilson College. He knows everyone in town, and they know him. Jensen Ackles, star student of Wilson, is the name everyone knows, but the person nobody does. He's graduating at the top of the class and is leaving town in just twelve weeks for a research fellowship in California. After seeing Jensen around town for four years, Jared finally decides to bite the bullet and ask him out. Nobody is so sure this is a good idea, including Jared's best friends Katie and Danneel, and Jensen's roommate Misha and his brother Josh. Can a college brain and a townie who hasn't quite figured out his next steps fit together? The road is bumpy, but it might just be worth it. (Verrry loose adaptation of the movie Say Anything.)

24,470ish words Summary:AU. Jared grew up in Barnes, Texas, home of prestigious Wilson College. He knows everyone in town, and they know him. Jensen Ackles, star student of Wilson, is the name everyone knows, but the person nobody does. He's graduating at the top of the class and is leaving town in just twelve weeks for a research fellowship in California. After seeing Jensen around town for four years, Jared finally decides to bite the bullet and ask him out. Nobody is so sure this is a good idea, including Jared's best friends Katie and Danneel, and Jensen's roommate Misha and his brother Josh. Can a college brain and a townie who hasn't quite figured out his next steps fit together? The road is bumpy, but it might just be worth it. (Verrry loose adaptation of the movie Say Anything.)

AU. Jared grew up in Barnes, Texas, home of prestigious Wilson College. He knows everyone in town, and they know him. Jensen Ackles, star student of Wilson, is the name everyone knows, but the person nobody does. He's graduating at the top of the class and is leaving town in just twelve weeks for a research fellowship in California. After seeing Jensen around town for four years, Jared finally decides to bite the bullet and ask him out. Nobody is so sure this is a good idea, including Jared's best friends Katie and Danneel, and Jensen's roommate Misha and his brother Josh. Can a college brain and a townie who hasn't quite figured out his next steps fit together? The road is bumpy, but it might just be worth it. Word count: 24470

AU. Jared grew up in Barnes, Texas, home of prestigious Wilson College. He knows everyone in town, and they know him. Jensen Ackles, star student of Wilson, is the name everyone knows, but the person nobody does. He's graduating at the top of the class and is leaving town in just twelve weeks for a research fellowship in California. After seeing Jensen around town for four years, Jared finally decides to bite the bullet and ask him out. Nobody is so sure this is a good idea, including Jared's best friends Katie and Danneel, and Jensen's roommate Misha and his brother Josh. Can a college brain and a townie who hasn't quite figured out his next steps fit together? The road is bumpy, but it might just be worth it. (Verrry loose adaptation of the movie Say Anything.)