fic masterlist
ALICE
flamingo-less flight, alice/hatter, pg (written for lotus0kid)
“Alice,” he leaned closer, all concern and attentiveness, and something about the quiet way he said her name made her want to just grab his lapels and have her way with him right there in front of the school children and elderly man drinking a cup of Starbucks. (1,127 words)
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isn’t a kid’s story, alice/hatter, pg (for zombie_boogie)
(Hatter discovers Carroll’s take on Wonderland, and has some things to say about it.)
“And anyway, you’re far cuter than any Mad Hatter I could have imagined when I was reading that silly book. Cuter, and sweeter, and way sexier when you’re swinging that sledgehammer of yours around.” She took him by the collar and pulled him into a kiss that made his hair curl. (993 words)
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BONES
complete protection from the living dead, angela/hodgins, pg (for corellianjedi)
(Jack Stanley Hodgins the III is prepared for everything, as Angela discovers.)
“I’m only talking about possibilities and probabilities,” he insisted with fervent sincerity. “You’ve got to be prepared for everything. I wanted to feel completely safe at home, and for me that means making sure nothing could break through my perimeters. Not zombies, not ninjas, not ex-KGB operatives or aliens or sorcerers. You just never know, Angela.” (758 words)
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CASTLE
aftermath, a castle/beckett ficlet
written for hecatescurse, who wanted hurt!castle
inspired by the preview for "Cops and Robbers", thus set pre-4.7 (533 words)
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DISCWORLD
limbo, a doctor who/sherlock/discworld crossover fic.
(featuring: the master, jim moriarty, mr. teatime (and special cameo by crowley).)
What happens to our favourite villains when they're "off screen", as it were?
“There was a girl,” Teatime said almost dreamily. “A most singular girl. Susan Sto Helit. She killed me,” he added as if in afterthought. “Pushed me from a balcony. Most embarrassing, really. My instructors at the Assassin’s Guild would be most displeased that I allowed a civilian to outmaneuver me. Even a girl as unique and extraordinary as Susan Sto Helit.” (2,701 words)
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DOCTOR WHO
i hear we live with what we run from, ten/rose, g (for finalstraw__)
(The Doctor can never stop running from what he's left behind.)
She was made of stardust and glitter now. Whispers of her clung to the fabric of the universe, impossible to brush away. The words she had created and scattered surprised him at the oddest turns: in graffiti in the subways, advertisements on billboards, a chorus in a song. She was no longer a part of his life, but of his memories. Tucked away in the vastness of his mind. (5o9 words)
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me, i wanted, i wanted the right time ten/rose, pg (for subtle__sarcasm)
(Rose thinks about her old Doctor, even as the new one thinks about her.)
Sometimes she would sneak out a shirt that he left crumpled on his floor, wrinkled and forgotten in his rush to change. If he noticed it missing, he never said anything. She would slip it on before bed to have the smell of him on her skin as she fell asleep. (665 words)
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love me like the world is ending ten/rose, pg.
(Dancing at a fancy ball leads to some interrrresting thoughts.)
He felt her breath against his collar. She could feel the steady drumbeats of his hearts through the skin and fabric. Sometimes she could forget what he was - that he wasn’t a human, that he was almost a millennia in age, that this body was only the newest in a long line. When they were running in and out of danger, when he was spouting off some impossible-to-understand jargon at fifty thousand words a minute, when he was standing at the edge of a terrible decision (lives in his hands, sometimes their own), she never forgot that he was a Time Lord, the Oncoming Storm, the last of the planet Gallifrey. (1,5o6 words)
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many see natural beauty folded within petals of a rose, ten/rose drabble, pg-13
(A very heated kiss.)
Her skin tingled, the air in the space between their bodies hot and sharp with electricity. They stood on the edge of a choice, a line they could either step over or run away from. She knew how delicate the balance was - a move from her would decide, for it was clear he was waiting for her to make it for the both of them. (1,166 words)
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i'll love you that way, ten/rose, pg-13
(The night of the storm and heartbreak was the night everything changed.)
She could hardly put into words what he was like. His skin against hers was shocking, almost literally. She felt something building up between them, something like static electricity, a current passing from his body to hers. She could taste time on his lips, a slightly metallic zing that was familiar; the taste of the air inside the TARDIS. (1,741 words)
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your hills and valleys are mapped by my intrepid fingers ten/rose, pg-13
(The morning after.)
His fingers weaved through hers. Every sigh and cut-off breath was echoed with a tremor that passed from his hands to hers. She held on for dear life. (1,4o1 words)
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she wore an itsy bitsy teeny weeny, ten/rose, g
(The Doctor takes Rose to 1929 California; Rose decides to change fashion history.)
Standing in the surf of the Pacific, the white foam of the spent waves clinging to his legs, the Doctor wondered if it had been wise to bring Rose to a public beach in the summer of 1929. (979 words)
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aces are larger than life and greater than mountains, ten/rose, pg-13
(Las Vegas, the Sin City, where the are high-stakes and the temptations are hot.)
And then there was Rose; Rose in that stunning dress with an elegant martini glass in her cherry-polished fingers, leaning over his shoulder every so often to whisper in his ear and fuss with his tie, catching the eye of the other three men every time. (1,102 words)
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monophobia, nine/rose, g (for auri_mynonys)
(What does a 900-year-old Time Lord fear the most?)
He doesn't know what to tell her. The truth? That he was terrified of losing her, of failing her, of letting her die on some faraway planet under a green sun in order to save a million lives? (616 words)
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the doctor and the dead, ten/rose, pg-13 (for totallybalanced)
(The Doctor and Rose find themselves trapped in a Pennsylvanian farmhouse one fateful night.)
But why was it they more often found themselves in situations like this, hiding in tiny, cramped, airless places while some mouth-breathing creature stalked them? On days like these, Rose Tyler felt like they spent 75% of their time hiding. (1,640 words)
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clean cup, move down, ten/rose, g
(Rose falls down a rabbit hole, in a manner of speaking.)
Someone was prodding her in the back, and she opened her eyes with a start of surprise. How did she get into this starched blue dress? She hadn't owned a pair of black Mary Janes since she was six; and why was there a bow in her hair? (705 words)
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nostalgia bittersweet as honey, ten/rose, pg-13 (for thiefofcamorr)
(Of bees and fields and memory.)
“Why here, Doctor?” Her hair was braided, and she wore a skirt the hue of the buttercups nodding around their feet. Her form-fitting blouse was laced tightly across her breasts-he found himself staring more than usual. The wind ran its fingers through the wispy pale strands of hair that had pulled free of her braid, insistently plucked at the folds of her skirt, and did its best to untie the white lacings of her shirt. The Doctor was illogically jealous. (1,158 words)
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a million minus one, ten/rose, pg (winner of challenge 3 at then_theres_us)
(He told her there were a million ways to kiss in the universe.)
They kissed on the edge of a volcano, with ash in their hair and embers on their , and it was the way his tongue curled in her mouth-and not the simmering rocks beneath her -that made her truly flush with heat. (434 words)
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wooden horses and spartan soldiers, ten/rose, g (winner of challenge 4 at then_theres_us)
(A history class can be the perfect opportunity to learn something important.)
“You’re absolutely right,” he said. “There are very, very, very few things in the entirety of space and time that can be traced back to a single moment, a decisive battle, a specific piece of legislature. The universe doesn’t work like that.” (1,017 words)
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the best picture of 1945, ten/rose, pg (winner of challenge 6 at then_theres_us)
(1946: The Doctor, Rose, and the Oscars. Bunched up stockings, Gene Kelly, and French champagne.)
Here they were, at the 18th Annual Academy Awards, surrounded by the elite of Hollywood’s golden age, and the Doctor had eyes only for Rose Tyler’s legs. (1,047 words)
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the perfect of gold hair and lightning, ten/rose, g
(second place for challenge 8 -- first dates -- at then_theres_us.)
She supposed this was a strange sort of first date. This wasn’t an idyllic picnic or a fancy party with champagne flues or a low-key night on the couch with a stack of Cary Grant films. This was standing under the Eiffel Tower during a thunderstorm. (934 words)
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my heart is yearning, paris is burning, ten/rose, pg
(Written for challenge 8 -- first dates -- at then_theres_us.)
She nonchalantly licked chocolate sauce and whipped cream from her fingertips, outwardly oblivious to the effect this had on the Doctor, who had frozen with a fork halfway to his mouth. (865 words)
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times when silence has the loudest voice, ten/rose, pg
(Written from the prompt “no words spoken” from subtle_sarcasm.)
Rose was hanging from a balcony. Not that this was out of the norm for her, as days went, at least these days. What made this occasion so out of the norm and much more frightening was that this time she couldn’t scream for help. (1,353 words)
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things we lost in the fire, ten/rose, pg
(The Doctor has a hard time dealing with loss.)
She didn't know how to make things right. She knew he was taking this latest blow straight to his hearts. Knew he was blaming himself, determined to perform some sort of penance for arriving just a moment too late. (758 words)
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clinging to the skin of the world, ten/rose, pg-13 (written for challenge 10 at then_theres_us)
(The Doctor, Rose, 1942 Arizona. A Route 66 road trip that encounters some unexpected detours.)
“You live on a planet that can reach temperatures of one hundred and fifty degrees Fahrenheit and yet your bodies can hardly withstand half that heat. It’s remarkably inefficient.” (2,010 words)
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something of the wolf, ten/rose (with flashes of nine), pg
She stood in the doorway, framed by the light of the hall, and his mind went back to that once upon a time day. His hearts skipped two beats, and he felt the ghost of fear flash across his consciousness. Rose may have not been in a red cape, but that Wolf had almost taken her from him. (851 words)
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where everyone finally gets what they want, ten/rose, g
(Wishes, dreams do come true. second place for challenge 13, poetry, at then_theres_us.)
“How do you do it?” Rose said, leaning in closer, breathing in the scent of his aftershave and that indefinable tang that could only be described as time. (1,732 words)
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domestication, ten/rose, pg (for stillxmyxheart)
(The Doctor doesn’t do domestic. …Does he?)
“Doctor,” she said quietly, her face perfectly serious. “If you don’t come out of there and help me clean right this moment, there won’t be any jammy dodgers tonight, and I won’t stay in for that French movie you wanted to watch. I’ll call up Sherine and go clubbing and flirt with some tanned bloke from Oxford.” (1,054 words)
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howl, ten/rose, r
(The Doctor took the power of the Time Vortex from Rose; but what if the Bad Wolf still lives within his companion? A "sort of" companion piece to my fic something of the wolf.)
A fight broke out just as they finished their second drinks. Anything could have sparked it, but the Doctor had a strong suspicion that it was the way Rose was eating the cherries. The men sitting on the stools around them had been fixated on her from the moment she sat down, and it was just as she tied the second stem with her tongue that a pair-who had been rather chummy before-suddenly came to blows. (2,206 words)
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nobody can be uncheered with a balloon, ten/rose, pg
(When nothing can cheer the Doctor up, it’s time to resort to drastic measures. Written for Challenge 27 at then_theres_us. AN: I was halfway through this when I realized those were bouncy balls instead of balloons in the picture. BUT WHATEVER. Just go with it!)
It was then that she knew drastic measures were needed. When the Doctor didn’t give her The Eyebrow while she was wearing that particular red dress, the situation was dire. (1,109 words)
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the ghost of you still lingers, nine/rose & ten/rose, pg
(We all remember our first Doctor. Even Rose. And the Doctor remembers everything.)
The Time Lord’s smile opened doors and unlocked cages and defused ticking bombs. There was a magic to his smile, just as that was no ordinary screwdriver he flourished, no mere police box he lived in. (2,856 words)
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steam engenius, ten/rose (and special guest stars sherlock holmes, dr. watson, and nikola tesla), pg
(Unexplained deaths in Berlin, and the Doctor and Rose Tyler aren’t the only ones on the case… Winner of challenge 35 at then_theres_us.)
“Course not,” the Doctor had said confidently. “You lot won’t have trilithium-powered mechanics for at least another, ooh, seven hundred years? In this time, the closest substitute would be a mixture of dynamite, diamond dust, coal, and steam-and that would be highly unstable and inefficient. You’d be just as likely to have the weapon blow up in your hand as to have it work against your target.” (3,718 words)
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a candle at my chest and a hand on his knee, nine/rose, pg
(Inspired by Keane’s “A Bad Dream” and Laura Marling’s “Night Terror”.)
Rose hesitated, her fingers on the chain. He lay on his side, turned away from her. The outline of his ear in the half-light was somehow fascinating-no doubt she’d reached that stage of fatigue where the smallest thing could be mesmerizing-and she found herself sitting down on the edge of the bed to study him. (1,609 words)
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an incident at isla nublar, ten/rose, pg
(A Jurassic Park crossover of epic proportions! For Challenge 37 - crossovers -- at then_theres_us.)
"I always liked velociraptors, myself," the Doctor said nonchalantly, making his way around the console and flicking levers and buttons indiscriminately. "The cheetahs of the prehistoric world. Very clever, too; good at problem-solving. It’s that big brain of theirs-well, big in comparison to most dinosaurs. Not big compared to ours, of course. Bet they’re rubbish at chess." (4,475 words)
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open one’s hands and give, ten/rose (flashback to nine/rose), pg-13
(I just have to admit it: I have a thing for hand!porn. Third place for challenge 38 -- porn! -- at then_theres_us.)
As they lay there in the cooling darkness, his fingers sliding against hers, it felt as though every one of her nerves was standing at attention. (2,090 words)
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in rainbows: a doctor who fanfic/mix of epic proportions
(A Doctor Who s1-s5 -- with dashes of Classic thrown in -- fanmix with 19 tracks and 19 accompanying mini-fics.)
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never argue with a 50-foot robot or a 900-year-old time lord: a doctor who/transformers crossover, pg
(Featuring: amy/rory, eleven, optimus prime, ironhide, ratchet; references to megatron, starscream, bumblebee. When a part of the TARDIS breaks down, the Doctor needs to find sentient metal for the repairs. Luckily, some refugees from Cybertron are more than happy to help him and the Ponds. Written for my BFF, Lucas, who loves Optimus Prime the way pre-teen girls love Justin Bieber.)
“Hmmm…” Ratchet looked puzzled, and Rory marveled even more: just how did a metallic face manage to convey that much emotion? “I spent some time on Gallifrey in my youth, many many years ago-I remember being given tours of the gardens, and learning about the interior workings of your incredible machines. And I can’t recall ever seeing a part called the fitzcombobulator.” (3,423 words)
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should auld acquaintance be forgot? eleven/rose (and amy/rory), pg-13
The Doctor unintentionally finds himself crossing paths with Rose Tyler the year before they met. Winner of challenge 48 (senses) at then_theres_us. The senses: Sight, sound, and touch. (4,826 words)
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the darker side of fairytales, ten/rose, pg
(The Doctor and Rose visit Disneyland and discover quite a lot more than they expected. | Set after “The Idiot’s Lantern” and heavily inspired by Terry Pratchett's Witches Abroad. Winner of challenge 51 at then_theres_us.)
"There was only one thing that woman got right: we do need stories. Stories make us more than what we are, they make us better. Stories make life worth living." (2,721 words)
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we’re going on a bear hunt, eleven/rose, amy/rory pg
(A sequel to should auld acquaintance be forgot?; the Doctor runs into Rose the year before they met and finds himself helping her find a couple of unusual things: a bear and a wedding dress. Winner of challenge 52 - SEQUELS - for then_theres_us.)
He looked at her, really looked at her, taking in the youthful enthusiasm and the rosy flush the breeze painted on her cheeks and the way her hair swirled around her face like the golden halos the very old painters made on religious iconography. He’d met dozens of gods, hundreds of their ilk, and those words he had shouted into the face of the Devil still rang with truth: he didn’t believe in much when it came to religion, but he would always believe in her. (3,301 words)
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by removing the head or destroying the brain, eleven & amy, pg
For antiquitea, who requested "ELEVEN AND AMY VS. ZOMBIES". Just a ridiculous bit of tomfoolery. :D (689 words)
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cons, a eleven, river, captain jack, amy/rory fic, pg
(As prompted by zombie_boogie: Eleven/Amy/Rory/River/CAPTAIN JACK and the roaring twenties. With a guest-appearance by Al Capone. I'm rather proud of this one -- hope it hits the spot!)
Jack Harkness loved the Roaring Twenties. Here, perhaps more than any other time or planet, did he feel the most at home. Sexual politics were so much more uninhibited, the booze was fantastic, and the fashions… Well, that went without saying. A good-looking, well-built man such as himself could go anywhere and do just about anything. It just took a few code words and plenty of swagger, and Chicago was his oyster. (4,573 words)
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a midnight swim, amy/rory, eleven, pg
(For thiefofcamorr, who requested: Amy exploring the TARDIS; all of the rooms, especially the swimming pool in the library.)
But of all of the strange and wonderful rooms she found, none intrigued her quite like the other bedrooms. They all felt… alive, as if they’d absorbed the energy of their former occupants and still breathed their memories in and out every day. (3,330 words)
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rose tyler, a doctor who-as-jane eyre fic (nine/rose), pg
Written for the lovely housemaid79, who wanted to see Nine!Rochester and Rose!Jane. (NOTE: The other two DW characters who have been cast were chosen out of necessity's sake, and were only picked because they made sense. I'm not 100% happy with everything here, in large part because I haven't read Jane Eyre in three years, but I would really love to tackle this prompt again after I finish my re-read.)
“You’re a strange little thing,” he said thoughtfully, brushing his thumb against his lip. “A very singular young woman.” (3,145 words)
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the beach, a ten/rose fic, pg
(Written for raysgal for my Jesusmas Advent Calendar. It's Rose's 21st birthday, and she and the Doctor spend it at an unusual bed and breakfast.)
They used up all of the hot water, and he was glad they were the only guests-the bathroom had incredible acoustics, and they didn’t leave much to the imagination. (959 words)
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limbo, a doctor who/sherlock/discworld crossover fic.
(featuring: the master, jim moriarty, mr. teatime (and special cameo by crowley).)
What happens to our favourite villains when they're "off screen", as it were?
“There was a girl,” Teatime said almost dreamily. “A most singular girl. Susan Sto Helit. She killed me,” he added as if in afterthought. “Pushed me from a balcony. Most embarrassing, really. My instructors at the Assassin’s Guild would be most displeased that I allowed a civilian to outmaneuver me. Even a girl as unique and extraordinary as Susan Sto Helit.” (2,701 words)
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all untested, a ten/rose fic, pg-13
Notes: Written for Challenge 74 at then_theres_us; set immediately after “The Christmas Invasion” and before “New Earth”.
The Doctor and Rose are getting used to his latest regeneration. Everything seems new again, and half the fun is experimenting… (2,351 words)
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my future, her past | your firsts, my lasts, an eleven/river fic and mix project, pg-13
Thirteen songs, thirteen ficlets, and thirteen graphics dedicated to the relationship of Eleven and River.
Note: Written post-s5 and pre-s6, hence any inconsistencies with the now established canon.
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THE FABULOUS KILLJOYS
bulletproof hearts and poker faces, a lady gaga-meets-the-killjoys fic, pg.
Written for abscondinabox for my Jesusmas Advent Calendar, set just before the “SING” music video. Party Poison and the Killjoys are determined to rescue the Girl from Korse-and find help in a most unexpected place. (1,060 words)
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GOOD OMENS
not, technically, against the rules crowley/aziraphale (good omens), pg
(For erethesunrises, who simply wanted a Crowley/Aziraphale drabble. Not too terribly shippy, just a bit smug and snarky.)
“Oh, please, Aziraphale. We’ve always seen relatively eye to eye, excepting for the days when I had to slither up a tree to see at your level. We were given our lots, and we’ve made the best of them without doing anything too… Definite.”(1,048 words)
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HAWAII FIVE-0
staples, a danny/steve (hawaii five-0) argument ficlet, pg
written for twig_tea
my first outing in h50 ficcing! (566 words)
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HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON
he's opened my eyes/how can i shut them again?, an astrid/hiccup how to train your dragon fic
written for zombie_boogie who made a request roughly a year ago (whoops)
2,139 words of mostly fluff
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IRON MAN
she likes donuts with her morning coffee, tony/pepper, r
(Pepper Potts is determined to keep her relationship with Tony Stark strictly professional, but few women can resist the combined temptations of Tony’s smile, alcohol, and fresh donuts.)
She remembered that she couldn’t remember ever laughing so hard before in her entire life, and that Tony pulled one of the most hilarious expressions she’d ever seen when he couldn’t figure out how to unbutton her shirt properly. She remembered thinking they were both a bit far gone from alcohol, and then thinking that she didn’t really care. (2051 words)
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bargaining, tony/pepper (iron man), pg
(For liketrains, who gave me the prompt: IRON MAN; the rare and possibly only occurrence of drunk!Pepper and sober!Tony. This actually got a bit darker and heavier than I expected, given the cute prompt, but I hope you still enjoy, bebe!)
Three hours later and she was the drunkest she could ever remember being. This was worse than her twenty-first birthday; worse even than that night Tony had gone missing in the desert, when she had collapsed in her apartment with several bottles of wine and regret raging through her body. (2,315 words)
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JAMES BOND
if you can’t feel alive, a renard/elektra (the world is not enough) fic, pg
Written for marketchippie as part of my Jesusmas Advent Calendar, who wanted some deliciously tragic and hot villain love. (916 words)
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ice, an elektra/renard (james bond's the world is not enough) ficlet, pg
Written for marketchippie, as always. (289 words)
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KISS KISS, BANG BANG
never come between a bear and his lemon muffins; a gay perry fic, pg-13 (profanity) (for hkath)
(Gay Perry doesn't have the best of tempers. Or very much patience.)
The sounds of someone rummaging in a drawer dragged Perry from a dream populated with Russian ballet dancers in tight leotards. He pushed himself up from the couch with a biting retort ready at his lips when he realized it wasn’t, in fact, Harry looking for the bottle opener again. (711 words)
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PUSH
move: the push sequel
the set-up and casting picspam | this is war: a push/move fanmix.
part one: cassie + nick, dawn [canada]
part two: kira + milo, morning [canada]
part three: riley + lucy, plans gone astray [russia]
interlude: riley + lucy, the angle of our descent [greece] + fanmix
part four: hook + charlotte (+ emily), sob stories [california]
part five: t.r. + pinky, drinks [oxford] | nick + cassie, personal revelations [canada]
part six: hook + emily + josie, making allies [california]
SANCTUARY
the doctors, an eleven/helen magnus (doctor who & sanctuary crossover - aka the old folks) ficlet, pg
written for corellianjedi, who understands
set sometime mid-s2 of sanctuary, undetermined in dw. (970 words)
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loneliness in company, an eleven/magnus fic
the old folks (doctor who/sanctuary with hints of sherlock)
written for corellianjedi for the halloween meme. (715 words)
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SHERLOCK
maybe then i could sleep at night, john/sherlock, pg
(John’s having trouble sleeping; his past and present start to collide when he finds himself sharing a bed with Sherlock.
This is totally for thiefofcamorr, who wrote the first two paragraphs and asked me to finish the story.)
Sherlock’s violin eventually slipped into the background-like the nearby traffic and hum of the heater-and he usually played something nice anyway, rather than the screechy racket he made when annoyed. Midnight was usually for thinking. So when something moved on his bed at three in the morning, John woke instantly-though groggily-even before Sherlock’s head had hit the pillow. (4,400 words)
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bites and books, sherlock/john (the bbc's sherlock), pg
(As prompted by twig_tea, I present a Sherlock-as-Beauty and the Beast AU fic! BWAHAHA, MINE IS A PERVY, SILLY LAUGH.)
“Lately, I find myself acting rather… irrationally,” Sherlock said slowly, awkwardly. The words and sentiment didn’t come easily to him, and it showed. “Around you. It’s just, I… I’ve been alone for far too long, and I’ve got my habits, and now I’ve had to change my ways… I haven’t accustomed myself to sharing my… home. With someone like you.” (1,368 words)
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holmes for the holidays, a sherlock/john yuletide fic (pg)
A little fluffy/smarky something written for killerweasel as part of my Jesusmas Advent Calendar. It's Christmastime in London, and sharing a flat with a Grinch like Sherlock Holmes can make it difficult to get into the Christmas spirit, as Dr. John Watson discovers.
“I highly doubt pine trees had much to do with Christmas before the Victorians latched onto the concept,” Sherlock said. “Historically speaking, evergreens aren’t commonly found in the birthplace of Christianity.” (2,206 words)
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lost without his blogger, a john/sherlock fic, pg
Someone has been hacking into John’s blog, but for what purpose?
Written for littlehutt for my Jesusmas Advent Calendar.
“Could Lestrade trace an IP address and find out who’s been hacking my blog?” John demanded without preamble as Sherlock sat down at the table with his plate of toast. (2,030 words)
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limbo, a doctor who/sherlock/discworld crossover fic.
(featuring: the master, jim moriarty, mr. teatime (and special cameo by crowley).)
What happens to our favourite villains when they're "off screen", as it were?
“There was a girl,” Teatime said almost dreamily. “A most singular girl. Susan Sto Helit. She killed me,” he added as if in afterthought. “Pushed me from a balcony. Most embarrassing, really. My instructors at the Assassin’s Guild would be most displeased that I allowed a civilian to outmaneuver me. Even a girl as unique and extraordinary as Susan Sto Helit.” (2,701 words)
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the woman, an irene adler/sherlock holmes fic
starring billie piper as irene and benedict cumberbatch as sherlock
written for mylittlepwny, who requested this ages ago (1,186 words)
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STAR TREK
chicks dig a man with hypospray, a mccoy & kirk (star trek) fic, pg
Captain Kirk is bored; but when he takes a small party to the planet of Omega Centuri Twelve in search of some entertainment, he encounters something baffling. Could there really be a world where the native women are more attracted to Dr. McCoy than Captain Kirk?
(Written for Megan fairandbright for Jesusmas.)
“I can’t help but feel something is wrong here,” Kirk said to Spock, sipping at his mulled drink and watching the dancers weaving around the bonfire. (1,718 words)
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under the influence, a mccoy/chapel (new!star trek) fic
starring karl urban as mccoy and candice accola as chapel
written for fairandbright, who prompted poisonous plants
dr. mccoy finds himself acting rather strangely around nurse chapel. (1,498 words)
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TANGLED
hide and seek, rapunzel/eugene (tangled), pg
Written for antiquitea for my Jesusmas Advent Calendar. Set post-film: Rapunzel may be a princess now, but she hasn’t changed that much. Eugene still has his hands full, especially when she wants to play games around the castle…
“Onnnnnne hundred!” she called from down the hall, her words ending in that little giggle that did strange floppy things to his heart. (2,963 words)
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five times she caused a stir, a tangled fic (rapunzel/eugene), pg
Written as a birthday prezzie for professor_spork, my darlingest Leah. ♥
It was Princess Rapunzel, and being cross with her would be tantamount to kicking a small puppy. Not even Lord Brutus, an infamously bad-tempered fellow who had once punted his wife’s lapdog over a trestle table when the canine refused to stop barking the day he had a terribly painful toothache, would be impatient with his Princess. (3,603 words_
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ZOMBIELAND
rule #37: never doubt your prowess, a columbus/wichita (zombieland) fic, pg-13
It’s a long night of driving for our fearless quartet, and Columbus and Wichita discuss some important things to stay awake. Written for my darlingest Leah (professor_spork) as part of my Jesusmas Advent Calendar.
“You know, it still boggles me that you can be so good with that shotgun of yours and somehow still retain all of your neuroses,” said Wichita. “When our backs are against the wall and there’s blood-encrusted maniacs rushing at us, you can take out the leaders without flinching-too much. And you hardly ever run away screaming like a Girl Scout any more.” (1,713 words)
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THE LITO (MYTHFIC)
THE FICTION MASTERLIST
THE CASTING PICSPAM | THE NOVEL.
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THE CASTING PICSPAM | THE NOVEL THUS FAR.