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26th-Oct-2009 02:03 pm - Merlin

franticsga

Merlin/Arthur.

And another long Merlin AU, this one in the US Air Force, and it's also really lovely.

There was never a question of what Arthur was going to do when he grew up. He'd wanted briefly to go into the Navy so he could work on submarines-- he was nearly grounded after that one, until he smiled and told his father he'd only been joking-- but in the end he submitted to his father's unbending will and applied for the Air Force Academy.

Luckily, Uther didn't seem to care which job Arthur held in the Air Force, as long as he graduated from the Academy and got himself stationed somewhere close enough for Uther to keep an eye on him. When Arthur showed a predilection for science in his year at the Academy's prep school, the career counselor advised him to pursue meteorology.

"It's more of an art than a science, they always say," she told him. "I was stationed with some weather guys when I was at Barksdale. They're a little weird, but harmless."

"Ma'am, I don't know if anybody's ever called me weird before," he said, neutrally, but inside he was wondering if there was a job where he could guarantee the most distance from his father.

Tags:fandom grab-bag

26th-Oct-2009 01:55 pm - Merlin

[Easy There] by

syllic

Merlin/Arthur, Gwen/Lancelot.

Alright, so, whatever, everyone's been telling me to get into Merlin for aaaaaages and my RL friends finally got me to watch an episode (with nachos and judicious use of, "but the king's marrying a troll!!!!") and yes, it's lovely. I hate it when that happens.

This is also lovely, despite being an Oxford AU. (I'm at Cambridge, if you didn't know. Which, why would you?) (Cambridge and Oxford hate each other, again, if you didn't know, and why would you?) It's a rowing AU, and follows the juddering progression of Merlin and Arthur's relationship beautifully.

"Mate. Mate. Your name is Arthur? Jesus fucking Christ. I'm Lancelot," he said, holding his hand out.

Arthur shook it as Merlin barrelled on, irrationally impolite but not really caring, because it was cold and he’d been up ludicrously early that morning to do some last-minute revision for a collection,

"—and I'm Merlin," he said. "Welcome to training with what will no doubt be known for the next seven months as the Knights of the Round Table. Again. Thanks for that, really. We weren't doing fine on our own, Lancelot and I, what with the stupid names and the cruel parents and the odd serendipity of our making the Blue boat together last year."

Merlin liked to think that he’d normally have found the fact that they’d acquired an Arthur for a boat that already had a Lancelot and a Merlin in it hilarious, but there was something about this Arthur—the way he stood, shoulders thrown back, the way his eyes had swept over Merlin as he approached—that made Merlin reticent to laugh with him. He exuded physical confidence in a way that Merlin, who was awkward at the best of times, resented, and he radiated a sense of old money and breeding that would rankle anyone who had grown up as a child in a single-parent family that struggled to make ends meet sometimes, as Merlin’s had.

Tags:fandom grab-bag

26th-Oct-2009 01:50 pm - WB RPS

[Break Loose Ranch] by

smokeringhalos

Jensen/Jared.

Gorgeous AU fic, drenched in atmosphere.

Eyeing his best friend, Jared tips back his brew. "Tell me again why we're here?"

"Girls love these guys, Big Jay." Blowing out an exasperated sigh, Chad waves his smoke hand toward the stage with so much force his rickety-ass stool rocks and Jared has to steady it with his foot. "It's like he's got sex hormones or some kinda shit."

"Pheromones," comes a wry retort in a whiskey-raw, smoke-burnt voice that makes Jared's toes want to curl in his Tony Llamas. Jesusfuck.

Tags:wb rps: au, wb rps: jared/jensen

26th-Oct-2009 01:47 pm - Popslash

[Construction Paper Canvas] by

zoicite

Nick/Brian.

Lovely AU with a twist.

Nick has a dream about the new kindergarten teacher three days before school starts. The dream isn’t that exciting. He’s with AJ and they’re hanging out in some dimly lit room full of guitars and mangled looking instruments. They’re laughing about something stupid, sharing a joint, and then the new kindergarten teacher comes in and Nick’s pretty sure he’s wearing makeup and he scrunches up his nose and says, “So this is where you have been hiding. Man, you two reek.”

Tags:popslash: nick/brian

27th-May-2009 05:05 pm - Magnificent Seven

[The Chestnut-Gatherer] by

zekiel

Chris/Ezra.

Satisfying, beautifully written fic.

"When was he shot?"

"Yesterday." JD's eyes widened and he straightened. "Heck, Ezra, you did know, didn't you?"

"Yesterday...." He remembered the poker game, the gunshots, and Buck. He made no effort to keep the sharpness from his voice. "Yesterday morning?"

Rage surged when JD nodded. The fury mingled with terror into a maelstrom. He turned on a heel and stalked up the street toward the clinic, the direction JD had been looking. JD knew. Buck obviously must have known. Nathan. He hadn't seen Josiah or Vin since-- Not since those gunshots. Late yesterday morning.

They all knew. Everyone had known except him. Chris had been shot nearly a full day ago and he was the only one who didn't know.

The only person no one thought it important to tell.

Tags:fandom grab-bag

5th-Feb-2009 09:20 pm - WB RPS

[Bulletproof] by

fleshflutter

Jared/Jensen.

Prostitute!AU! I mean, do I really need to say more? It's awesome and long and fun.

Movie deals are hard to come by. Who knew? Martin Scorsese is not hammering down Jared's door to beg him to star in his next project. And even television work, which is meant to be more plentiful, is not exactly what you'd call 'in ready supply'.

Which is how Jared ends up in the office of what he's pretty damn sure is a high-priced escort agency, an agency that offers all the extras. He thinks he read the advertisement Tom forwarded him right and this isn't about signing up to put his body on the menu. He hopes he read the advertisement right and is actually here about providing 'discreet assistance and security' to those bodies that are on the menu.

It's not exactly what he left San Antonio to do. Los Angeles was supposed to be where he became a famous actor, but the powers that be seem to have missed that memo and Jared's left to do the best he can with what he's got. Looking at the plush elegance of the coffee leather and polished chrome waiting room, he thinks it might not be so awful. And it's not like it's going to be a long-term gig, just enough to pay the rent for a couple of months.

Tags:wb rps: au, wb rps: jared/jensen

5th-Feb-2009 09:14 pm - RPS

[Rules And Republics Trilogy] by

hackthis

Michael Phelps/Ryan Lochte.

Sort of odd and jagged and the boys are very, very boyish.

Michael is introduced to Ryan Lochte in Athens by his coach Bob Bowman. They're going to swim the 4X200 Free together eventually, but Michael's not really thinking about Ryan's wide grin or tight ass right now. He has a moment of 'Huh,' and duly exchanges the pleasantries that his sponsors, his mom and his years of competition have engrained in him.

The 'huh' that passes through Michael's mind is not the one that will get him in trouble with his current, World Record-breaking boyfriend because he's been staring too long, but the 'huh' of, 'Duly noted. Not bad. Let's move on; I have swimming to do.'

Tags:fandom grab-bag

23rd-Jan-2009 01:12 pm - Original

[Samuel's Creature] by Yaso Aki

Sweet and fun.

"Hey, pretty. Want to go for a ride?"

Samuel pointedly did not look at the man whose all too noticeable yellow eyes were leering at him. Firstly, that had to be the worst pick-up line he'd heard, and second of all the guy looked the type to be riddled with STDs. Not that he'd looked at him. Much. Fishnet tends to attract the eye, that's all. Samuel walked around him in a wide arc, continuing around the corner towards his apartment.

Tags:original fiction

23rd-Jan-2009 01:10 pm - Original

[The Curse Of Venus] by Yamanashi Moe

Silly and lovely.

"Throughout history," intoned Mark with mock solemnity in his voice, "there have been a select few men and women whose potent beauty can only be seen as the blessing of Venus, Goddess of Love. Their power bewitched millions. They are the faces that, literally or metaphorically, launched a thousand ships. Helen of Troy... Adonis... Mona Lisa... Mata Hari... Cary Grant... and now, in the twenty-first century, born into our very own household, the radiant Lucas Falkins!"

"On this, the day of your eighteenth birthday," continued Shelley, dropping to one knee, "we, as your humble elder siblings, present you with this gift: a mirror, in the hopes that unlike Narcissus of antiquity, you will not fall prey to the entrancing vision it presents you with."

"Also, we feel the need to remind you that Valentine's Day is now only two short months away."

Tags:original fiction

23rd-Jan-2009 01:06 pm - Original

[To Bloom] by

wo_xi_huan

Lovely and dreamy and odd.

One day Minnie-chan comes to school looking like a heroin addict. Taro feels a curl of worry settle in his stomach as he watches her lurch over to her seat and slump down, chin to her chest, eyes filmy and sunken. He doesn't like to see his dearest nee-chan looking like that. Usually it means her father had been drinking again and had hurt her again.

Today, though, he isn't sure what happened to her.

Minnie-chan sits still all through Math, staring at somewhere left of the window, which shows curling and frisking gray clouds. Taro notes this, notes that her eyes do not blink, and feels the worry in his stomach growing into full-on anxiety. Minnie-chan wants to be a mathematician- she says that numbers are simple and pure, unlike people.

Tags:original fiction

23rd-Jan-2009 11:59 am - Original

[Jhaellyn's Bargain] by

pukingtoreader

Complex and lovely worldbuilding.

Amirel should have known not to try sneaking into the orc encampment.

An elf, Amirel was naturally agile and stealthy. The orcs were chatting excitedly from the rush of combat, their stolen goods noisy as they marched. His eyes adjusted easily in starlight, but the treetops obscured his vision as he stalked his foes.

He should have remembered orcs saw better in the dark than his race. He should have realized they would spot him: it was the one in the front with the missing eye who pointed at him and shouted. He should have known it wouldn't work.

He should have known -- but he didn't care because among the stolen food, bows, swords, clothing, and jewelry was his sister Faira. Her long blonde hair trailed down her captor's back as she was carried across an orc's shoulder like a hunting trophy.

Tags:original fiction

23rd-Jan-2009 11:48 am - Original

[Enlightenment] by

drmoonpants

This is fabulously authentic and beautifully written.

"What the devil is going on out here?" If not all concerned were stopped by the command of his voice, they were at least given pause; David Chamberlain was infamous for a number of things, but most of them all was his foul temper. "No, all of you may restrain yourselves; we'd be here a fortnight. You. You there. Who are you? What are you doing here?"

"He's a lunatic!" George Jackson burst out, quite pre-empting any possible answer, and David contrived not to roll his eyes. Jackson was a tall, slim, rather sallow young fellow with a pencil moustache, good for a quick phrase but not quick with much else, David feared. "Marched in here without so much as a by-your-leave, gabbling some nonsense about -- "

"Actually I think you'll find I did say 'by your leave,' several times, or you would if I hadn't been shouted over," the Oriental cut him off icily, and David found himself forced to conceal a smile. The man's accent was also curious, now that he could hear it better: not even a touch Oriental, for all he could tell, but as English as Queen Victoria herself, whatever that was good for. Furthermore, while not moneyed exactly, it was certainly no lout's mangling of the tongue: educated, in fact. Where did an Oriental acquire not only English, but an education in it?

"I believe I said not you, Jackson," David said rather than any of this, settling them both into glaring silence at once. "I am addressing the Chinaman. Do you have some purpose here, other than to agitate the animals and upset the zoo generally?"

Tags:original fiction

23rd-Jan-2009 11:44 am - Original

[Ingmar Bergman Is Dead] by

nijiro_smi and Tougyo

This is, like the previous rec, fascinating, and amazing and twisty and just generally wow.

I didn't die. That was the worst part.

Tags:original fiction

23rd-Jan-2009 11:42 am - Original

[The Middle Way] by Torino Koji

Fascinating.

It was dark, and the Earth said, "Sorry. Try again."

Tags:original fiction

23rd-Jan-2009 11:35 am - Original

[The Overseers Of Harmful People] by

peripheralsight

This is just gorgeous: accurately written and lovely.

It had not been Grisha's idea to go to the tavern (the Rusty Dog or something, some terrible name) but rather Zhenya's. Yevgeniy Mustakovich had always had a morbid fascination with the underside of things. You were as likely to find him playing poker with the kitchen staff as in a drawing room. Grigoriy always thought Yevgeniy had an unhealthy streak of romanticism in his blood. It blurred the edges of Zhenya's vision about such matters; he never noticed he made the servants uncomfortable or that people on the street stopped and stared at his fine furs.

Zhenya had told him beforehand to wear clothes best left for the scrapheap tonight, but even so they both had on far nicer things than usually seen in this part of St. Petersburg. When they walked into the pub, conversation did not stop but it gained a harsher undercurrent, a wary flow. Zhenya, chattering happily about his sister's latest letter from school, paid no attention. Grigoriy rolled his eyes.

He had come tonight out of boredom and the need to stay away from Count Tzorinsky and his unaccountably affronted wife. Many of Grisha's actions were dictated by a conflation of avoiding jilted lovers and having nothing better to do. It was, he would be the first to admit, a feather bed sort of life.

Tags:original fiction

23rd-Jan-2009 11:32 am - Original

[In Other News] by

absenceofmind

Fascinating and jagged and really, really good.

"Listen to this: a man from Hokkaido, married to his wife for twenty-six years, is a severe agoraphobic. It says here that in all those years, he never once left his house in the daytime. Then one day he murders his wife, hides the body and goes out in her clothing. They said it was three weeks before anyone noticed!"

"She must've been a very ugly woman."

"Twenty-six years," Koshino repeats exultantly, as if there is something magical about the number.

Aida looks at him impatiently, but says nothing.

Tags:original fiction

22nd-Jan-2009 11:23 pm - Original

[A Voice In The Wilderness] by

ladysisyphus

This is an important story. And it's also gorgeous and well-written and fabulous.

"Looking forward to it," Isaiah grinned, before turning and walking out just as the band's last song was wrapping up, disappearing into the appreciative crowd. David watched him go, feeling in his throat a desert dryness. Nothing inappropriate had happened there, not in the slightest, and he was sure that any of his sponsors would have agreed with him, but he couldn't quite keep down the flutter in his stomach when he thought about Isaiah's hand on his shoulder.

He slipped his own hand into his pocket and pulled out a little tin cross, with JESUS carved into it horizontally and IS LOVE vertically, crossing in the middle at S. He brushed his thumb across the letters, closing his eyes and breathing deeply. On every inhale, he prayed, God, change me; on every exhale, he followed, make me stronger for You. After the tenth deep breath, he opened his eyes and found himself surrounded by busy strangers who didn't care about his struggles, which was the way he liked it. He finished the rest of his drink, then set off to get his guitar from where he'd left it behind the stage. It was only a mile or so to his apartment, and he could use the walk.

Tags:original fiction

22nd-Jan-2009 11:20 pm - Original

[Really Nothing] by

elfiepike

Weird and lovely.

you could say he's a regular.

in fact, you could also say he's an alcoholic. he poses the question to mona lisa liz while she's pouring bright streaks and drizzles into a glass: you ever think that maybe i'm an alcoholic?

she says: there's an AA meeting across the street in about an hour if you're that worried but i would miss the tips, so he puts another twenty on the counter and marvels at her efficiency of motion.

Tags:original fiction

22nd-Jan-2009 11:18 pm - Original

[The Assassin's Angel] by Shiroi Yomena

Gorgeous and dreamlike.

The assassin was content, if a bit bored, with his life when the angel crashed onto his balcony.

Tags:original fiction

22nd-Jan-2009 11:14 pm - Original

[Your Cover's Blown] by

shinju_yuri

Also adorable.

He'd never fallen in love before but he'd always thought it would be like the feeling when you slotted something into place and knew, even before you turned on the steam and watched the gears begin to move, that everything was where it was supposed to be. Even before the gears began to move smoothly, faster and faster, until everything was a steady contented hum. He'd heard that it was something like a chemical reaction, though. If it was, that was all right, because he was used to them. The trick was to make big, gloriously horrible balls-ups of the thing and remember to duck if it blew. And do it over and over again until you got it right.

There was a slender young man on the opposite side of the room, cool and elegant-looking in the clothes that made Walter feel like a giraffe. He moved like well-oiled machinery, all smooth motion stopping precisely when lack of motion was required. Walter was trying not to stare at him but he wanted to take him apart to see what made him tick.

Tags:original fiction

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