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If Only by lamardeuse

deine — Tue, 22 Mar 2011 20:58:25 +0000

Maybe, thought Murdock, there’d be something worth looking at in this one horse town after all. He and the guys had parted ways at the local diner; another lengthy cat-and-mouse session with the MPs had left him feeling restless and volatile, and bugging BA while he tried to stuff a hamburger in his face wasn’t going to be enough to dispel it.

No, what he needed, the big guy definitely wasn’t interested in providing. He smiled inwardly, where the beautiful specimen sitting to his left wouldn’t see it. It had been a while since he’d indulged in one of his favourite ground-based pastimes. Gay bars weren’t his scene, and the fella he’d met at the rap session at the VA had taken a job in New Jersey a couple of months ago. There was a jazzy feel to messing with one of these ‘straight’ guys, he mused, the ones who’d convinced themselves they were made for the white picket fence life. And ruffling feathers was another of his favourite pastimes.

Murdock and Face meet in a bar.

[ If Only ]

Strawberry Fields by keelywolfe

deine — Mon, 21 Mar 2011 20:30:47 +0000

“What’s going on?” Angel asked. He pressed a cool cloth into Doyle’s hand and he accepted it wordlessly, draping it over his forehead.

“Told you, I was coming down with the flu,” he muttered, eyes hidden beneath terrycloth.

“You have a cut on your lip,” Angel said mildly. “Was that the flu too?”

“Cut myself shaving.”

It was so ridiculous that Angel had to resist the urge to shake him and had to cross his arms over his chest. “I haven’t shaved for a long time, but even I know you don’t generally shave your lips.”

“You do if you slip.” Doyle sat up with a sigh, scrubbing his face with the washcloth. “Angel, I promise, I’m just a little under the weather.” At Angel’s skeptical look, he added, “Didn’t I come to you the last time I was having trouble?”

“After I cornered you and forced you to tell me.”

“Yeah, and I’m cornered right now and I’m telling you, it’s all right.”

The powers-that-be are sending Doyle visions of he and Angel sleeping together.

[ Strawberry Fields ]

City of A Thousand Wonders by astolat

deine — Sun, 20 Mar 2011 20:18:43 +0000

Kris was looking across the table at him, wide-eyed, and Adam said, “I’m really sorry, I got a call just before we came in. We have to go,” because he’d stopped giving a fuck if people thought he was weird a long time ago, and there was something seriously fucking wrong here.

The horribly creepy thought occurred to him, how much could you get people to pay to get to fuck Idols? There were some people he’d seen on tour he was absolutely sure would mortgage a house for it. He wouldn’t have been shocked if there were whips and chains in a back room about to be brought out, and some kind of shit in the wineglasses to make sure they didn’t complain about it.

Clive sighed—but he didn’t sigh disappointed, he sighed satisfied, and then he said, “Adam. Adam, my dear boy. You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for one like you,” and Adam was backing away from him, pushing Allison along behind him, without knowing why. There was something wrong. There was something wrong, with—the lights, or the—acoustics or—

City of a Thousand Wonders

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Privileges of Rank by seperis

deine — Sat, 19 Mar 2011 23:14:24 +0000

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.

It’s a secret world there, warmer than the formalities of court, and he’s glad he could go tonight. They might never be friends, but at least they now accept him, and sometimes, he imagines that one day that might be enough.

It takes him three tries to acknowledge he can’t find his key, and ten minutes of knocking before he acknowledges that Gaius’ warning he remember his key or spend the night outside was in earnest. Frowning, Merlin wraps his arms around himself, trying to work out a spell that opens doors and then remembers how the bodice of someone’s dress had come open in his hands and has to take a moment to breathe.

Right, so that’s not going to work.

Author’s 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.

[ Privileges of Rank ]

Unsingable Name by 30toseoul

deine — Fri, 18 Mar 2011 23:13:00 +0000

★★
Lorne has a surreal moment of feeling like a carpool mom with a minivan, if the neighborhood kids were heavily armed and trained to kill. He’s still grinning to himself as he steers into the jumper bay.

The grin vanishes instantly when they touch down and he sees David waiting near the door, strangely pale and rocking nervously on his heels.

The Marines collect their gear and pile out, and Lorne calls, “Hey, Dr. Parrish. Be with you in a second,” in a carefully offhand tone. He busies himself checking ammunition boxes and making sure they’ve all cleared their weapons, and he doesn’t look at David again until the last lance corporal departs for the armory.

The instant the door shuts he’s across the bay in a handful of quick strides, already scanning David’s face for a clue. Something is seriously wrong for David to search him out during the day when they don’t have a work pretext. “What? What the hell is it?”

“Colonel Sheppard knows,” David says helplessly. “Nick, he knows everything.”

[ Unsingable Name ]

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You can’t have that for breakfast! by merry_gentry

deine — Thu, 17 Mar 2011 23:11:54 +0000

There’s a box of Frosties on the kitchen table with a bottle of chocolate milk. Over by the oven, Connor seems to have found a waffle iron from somewhere – where, James has no idea. He’s pretty sure he’s never owned a waffle iron in his entire life.

You can’t have that for breakfast!

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Very Good Things by tigerlady

deine — Wed, 16 Mar 2011 23:08:09 +0000

“The way I see it, you’ve got two options.” Travis grins smugly. “Option A, you come down here and I show you exactly how grateful I am for the rescue.”

Beck swallows, needing to clear his throat but not wanting to give Travis that much satisfaction. “And Option B?”

Travis’s grin fades away. His gaze goes intense, like he’s trying to pull off a sultry movie-siren smolder. “Option B? I make you come down here.”

Very Good Things

Ignominy by azardarkstar

deine — Tue, 15 Mar 2011 23:09:24 +0000

Kirk’s been called a lot of things by a lot of people.

Stupid. Worthless. Unwanted. Bastard. Jackass. Whore.

Half-breed’s whore. Only bedded because no Vulcan will have him. Only wanted for his services and nothing else. Only there for one reason and one reason alone.

The last stings the most. But it isn’t the accuser who makes it so. It isn’t the Vulcans of the colony and their detached but cruel words who make the jabs cut so very deeply.

Instead, it’s his fellow recipient.

Ignominy

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Woke Up Married by celli

deine — Mon, 14 Mar 2011 23:06:51 +0000

★★
“Archie?” David Cook said blearily. “What’re you doing in my room?”

“Oh, no,” Archie said, and fell out of bed.

He landed mostly on his side, with one foot and arm still tangled in the covers. He fought his way out of them.

Cook’s head appeared over the side of the bed. “Archie?”

“Still here.” Still naked. Oh, he was in so much trouble.

Woke Up Married

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In Time of Trial by Shine

deine — Sun, 13 Mar 2011 23:05:49 +0000

Merlin had spent a week trying to think of a good way to phrase this, and failing, so he didn’t try. “What is the rule of succession in Camelot?”

Arthur gave him a narrow look, and bit off the rear half of a marzipan unicorn with perhaps excessive zeal. “Why do you ask?” His voice was ominous, and Merlin sighed.

“Oh, no reason,” Merlin tried without much conviction, and Arthur predictably rolled his eyes and gave him a shrewd a look, like he was trying to read Merlin’s mind. Merlin tried to look harmlessly curious, but was pretty sure that Arthur was not convinced. He was also sure Arthur knew exactly why he was asking, and he waited with resignation for Arthur to order him off to the stocks again.

“Why don’t you ask Geoffrey,” Arthur said after a minute, and Merlin let out his breath in a whuff of surprise that he wasn’t being told off outright.

“Er, well,” he said, not quite sure how Arthur was going to react to this part.

Arthur put the unicorn down, fully focused on him now.

“You already asked Geoffrey,” he said, without any surprise.

“He told me to go away,” Merlin admitted, warily, and Arthur smiled, what looked like in spite of himself.

Fascinating political intrigue, charming Arthur & Merlin interaction.

In Time of Trial