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Swiped from faithbeckett, who is seven kinds of awesome, and has me reading fic for a fandom I am not in.
Look at all the shiny fandoms...
20th Century Boy, a 1960's Jim/Bones Band AU.
He always thinks, if he’d been there, if would have been different. He can play it over and over in his head, like flickering sepia film reels running on repeat, and all he can think is should have been there…
You Get Angry (I Turn Black And Blue), Eliot/Dean AU (SPN/Leverage). This was in the process of being written for the sn_crossover big bang, but I had to drop out, due to me juggling several fics FOR various big bangs. I will get it finished though.
They’ll fight and break up, kiss and make up, they’ll draw blood, paint bruises on each other’s skin, throw words at each other like knives, but at the end of the day, neither of them are going to walk away, even though God himself knows they should.
Walking On Empty Streets (Walking On Lonely Roads), a Spike/Xander AU. Written for the Jossverse BB, so I can't say too much about the plot. Have some almost-porn instead.
They end up fucking in the alley outside the Bronze, Xander’s palms scraped raw from the brick and his hips covered in plum coloured starbursts from where Spike had gripped him while he was thrusting inside Xander. His lips are kiss swollen and the bottom one is bleeding from where Xander nipped at it with his teeth. Spike’s pupils are blown with lust, the pale blue turning the colour of midnight.
Say It's Just An Old Movie (Like One With Marilyn Monroe), a Dean/Ruby/Sam love triangle Blood Brothers fusion. for spn_j2_bigbang, so I can't say much again. Have some cutesy John/Mary from before the whole thing goes to hell.
John remembers meeting Mary. She was blonde, and small, with legs like Marilyn Monroe. Her green eyes sparkled when he asked her to dance, and she laughed as they twirled together through the crowds effortlessly. He’s never been much of a dancer, but she makes him feel light on his feet.
Let He Who Is Without Sin, a gen, Gabriel centric fic. The first part in a trilogy, SPN/Life On Mars.
Gabriel had a lot of favourite places to go. When you’ve wandered the Earth for millennia, you tend to find places that are better than any others. That one tiny, out of the way coffee-shop that really does have the world’s best cup of coffee, or the best candy in the world.
But Gabriel favourite place ever didn’t exist in a place most people visited more than once.
The Railway Arms was a pub that most people only visited once, if only for the reason that they never left. Gabriel liked it there. The beer was good, the patrons were friendly, and the bartender always had his favourite scotch waiting for him, as if he knew he was coming.
Untitled Arthur/Cobb ficlet. No plot to speak of, just angsty Arthur feeling sorry for himself. Possible porn.
Arthur meets Cobb when he’s nineteen and Cobb looks twenty five and acts ancient. He is exactly seven years and three days older than Arthur, and if Arthur’s feeling fairly generous about himself, he’ll say he’s Cobb’s best [only] friend. If he’s not feeling generous, he’ll say Cobb doesn’t have friends, just people who haven’t left yet.
[And if he’s feeling particularly self loathing, he’ll says that Cobb was never his anything, not when he was so wholly consumed by Mal]
Untitled Arthur/Eames. More angst.
He dies on a Sunday morning, and Arthur’s world stops moving. It’s the middle of Fall and russet leaves are clinging to anorexic tree branches. Summer is a fading memory, crumpled photograph and Christmas feels just around the corner, tangible, reachable. There’s just enough of a chill to bite at exposed fingers, pink tinged cheeks appearing on children and adults alike, and people have taken to digging winter coats and hats out of the backs of closets. There’s wine red blood on Arthur’s hands, seeping into Arthur’s fingerprints, staining the once white sleeves of his shirt, and he feels like he’ll never be warm again.
I Don't Wanna Be The Last Man Standing, a Dean/Gabriel sort of AUish look at the future we see in The End. Probably the least likely to be finished...
Dean was right, in the end. The world did end bloody, and he’d be damned if he wasn’t going down swinging.
The Croatoans came, and the angels left. Castiel was left on earth, human. If there were any angels left, he didn’t have the power to find them, let alone the means to seek them out.
Walk Away From The Sun (Because You're Fading Every Day), a Dean/Cas AU epic rewrite of season four onwards. Hopefully my DCBB for this year...
Twenty five years ago, a demon walked into a nursery and killed someone. Ten years before that, Mary Campbell sold her soul.
The silver anniversary of the beginning of the end.
Twenty five years ago, Mary Winchester died for her son.
Three years ago, Sam Winchester was dragged kicking and screaming back into the shadowy world of hunting, and another tumbler clicked into place.
Two years ago, Sam Winchester died.
Two years ago, Dean Winchester sold his soul, and Sam didn’t die.
A year ago, Dean Winchester died.
That’s the part of the story you know.
On May 2nd, 2008, Dean was dragged to Hell, and the story ended.
Four months after that, he was dragged back out. He thought his story was over, but destiny had other plans.
Yes, it’s news to me too.
The publisher may have stopped buying these books, but I kept writing, and eventually some little publisher from Iceland bought these. The last two books in the Winchester story. An ending, of sorts.
So, far be it from me to keep you from the story. I give you Winchester: The End.
Viva La Vida, the aforementioned previous SPN big bang. Henricksen centric, AU after Jus In Bello.
Sometimes I wonder why I needed to know. Why couldn’t they have left me to live my normal, wife and two kids, apple pie, life? Damn Winchesters. They brought me into this life, kicking and screaming. And I couldn’t even bring myself to hate them for it. They opened my eyes to this whole different world.
And it only took the sacrifice of a virgin to do it.
I think that's pretty much all of them. But yes. Busy busy busy, and all that.
Look at all the shiny fandoms...
20th Century Boy, a 1960's Jim/Bones Band AU.
He always thinks, if he’d been there, if would have been different. He can play it over and over in his head, like flickering sepia film reels running on repeat, and all he can think is should have been there…
You Get Angry (I Turn Black And Blue), Eliot/Dean AU (SPN/Leverage). This was in the process of being written for the sn_crossover big bang, but I had to drop out, due to me juggling several fics FOR various big bangs. I will get it finished though.
They’ll fight and break up, kiss and make up, they’ll draw blood, paint bruises on each other’s skin, throw words at each other like knives, but at the end of the day, neither of them are going to walk away, even though God himself knows they should.
Walking On Empty Streets (Walking On Lonely Roads), a Spike/Xander AU. Written for the Jossverse BB, so I can't say too much about the plot. Have some almost-porn instead.
They end up fucking in the alley outside the Bronze, Xander’s palms scraped raw from the brick and his hips covered in plum coloured starbursts from where Spike had gripped him while he was thrusting inside Xander. His lips are kiss swollen and the bottom one is bleeding from where Xander nipped at it with his teeth. Spike’s pupils are blown with lust, the pale blue turning the colour of midnight.
Say It's Just An Old Movie (Like One With Marilyn Monroe), a Dean/Ruby/Sam love triangle Blood Brothers fusion. for spn_j2_bigbang, so I can't say much again. Have some cutesy John/Mary from before the whole thing goes to hell.
John remembers meeting Mary. She was blonde, and small, with legs like Marilyn Monroe. Her green eyes sparkled when he asked her to dance, and she laughed as they twirled together through the crowds effortlessly. He’s never been much of a dancer, but she makes him feel light on his feet.
Let He Who Is Without Sin, a gen, Gabriel centric fic. The first part in a trilogy, SPN/Life On Mars.
Gabriel had a lot of favourite places to go. When you’ve wandered the Earth for millennia, you tend to find places that are better than any others. That one tiny, out of the way coffee-shop that really does have the world’s best cup of coffee, or the best candy in the world.
But Gabriel favourite place ever didn’t exist in a place most people visited more than once.
The Railway Arms was a pub that most people only visited once, if only for the reason that they never left. Gabriel liked it there. The beer was good, the patrons were friendly, and the bartender always had his favourite scotch waiting for him, as if he knew he was coming.
Untitled Arthur/Cobb ficlet. No plot to speak of, just angsty Arthur feeling sorry for himself. Possible porn.
Arthur meets Cobb when he’s nineteen and Cobb looks twenty five and acts ancient. He is exactly seven years and three days older than Arthur, and if Arthur’s feeling fairly generous about himself, he’ll say he’s Cobb’s best [only] friend. If he’s not feeling generous, he’ll say Cobb doesn’t have friends, just people who haven’t left yet.
[And if he’s feeling particularly self loathing, he’ll says that Cobb was never his anything, not when he was so wholly consumed by Mal]
Untitled Arthur/Eames. More angst.
He dies on a Sunday morning, and Arthur’s world stops moving. It’s the middle of Fall and russet leaves are clinging to anorexic tree branches. Summer is a fading memory, crumpled photograph and Christmas feels just around the corner, tangible, reachable. There’s just enough of a chill to bite at exposed fingers, pink tinged cheeks appearing on children and adults alike, and people have taken to digging winter coats and hats out of the backs of closets. There’s wine red blood on Arthur’s hands, seeping into Arthur’s fingerprints, staining the once white sleeves of his shirt, and he feels like he’ll never be warm again.
I Don't Wanna Be The Last Man Standing, a Dean/Gabriel sort of AUish look at the future we see in The End. Probably the least likely to be finished...
Dean was right, in the end. The world did end bloody, and he’d be damned if he wasn’t going down swinging.
The Croatoans came, and the angels left. Castiel was left on earth, human. If there were any angels left, he didn’t have the power to find them, let alone the means to seek them out.
Walk Away From The Sun (Because You're Fading Every Day), a Dean/Cas AU epic rewrite of season four onwards. Hopefully my DCBB for this year...
Twenty five years ago, a demon walked into a nursery and killed someone. Ten years before that, Mary Campbell sold her soul.
The silver anniversary of the beginning of the end.
Twenty five years ago, Mary Winchester died for her son.
Three years ago, Sam Winchester was dragged kicking and screaming back into the shadowy world of hunting, and another tumbler clicked into place.
Two years ago, Sam Winchester died.
Two years ago, Dean Winchester sold his soul, and Sam didn’t die.
A year ago, Dean Winchester died.
That’s the part of the story you know.
On May 2nd, 2008, Dean was dragged to Hell, and the story ended.
Four months after that, he was dragged back out. He thought his story was over, but destiny had other plans.
Yes, it’s news to me too.
The publisher may have stopped buying these books, but I kept writing, and eventually some little publisher from Iceland bought these. The last two books in the Winchester story. An ending, of sorts.
So, far be it from me to keep you from the story. I give you Winchester: The End.
Viva La Vida, the aforementioned previous SPN big bang. Henricksen centric, AU after Jus In Bello.
Sometimes I wonder why I needed to know. Why couldn’t they have left me to live my normal, wife and two kids, apple pie, life? Damn Winchesters. They brought me into this life, kicking and screaming. And I couldn’t even bring myself to hate them for it. They opened my eyes to this whole different world.
And it only took the sacrifice of a virgin to do it.
I think that's pretty much all of them. But yes. Busy busy busy, and all that.