The Spock/McCoy Mirror-Fic Master List - Version 3.0

"Una salus victis nullam sperare salutem." = "The only hope of the vanquished is not to hope." - Virgil

(Sorry for the late night update - I was trying to make a table using Word, and that did not agree well with LJ.)

New additions now marked with an (*).

EDIT (2-10-2010 5:50 pm EST): Added ( Read more... )

Hi! Long time, eh? I got a job last year and practically fell off the writing wagon. But I'm going to get back on, I swear ( Read more... )

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The AO3 auction for authors of various fandoms has started over on tumblr! I hope that, even if you don't like my work enough to bid on me, you find some enterprising author you do like over there ( Read more... )

Title: A Matter of Perspective
Author: Yami no Kaiba
Fandom: Sherlock (BBC)
Rating: R
Pairing: Moriarty/John
Length: 1,169 words

Summary: Moriarty gets a little alone time with John. He makes sure to take a souvenir.
Disclaimers: The BBC ultimately owns these versions of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's characters. They live across the pond, if you want ( Read more... )

So, someone over on tumblr is organizing a fanfic author auction to help AO3 (Archive of Our Own) raise money so that they can stay fiscally afloat. I've offered my services, and hope some of you will sign-up to write for them as well.

Sign-ups won't be open for much longer, so decide fast and e-mail them!

Title: Tie it in a Bow
Author: Yami no Kaiba
Beta: Enekororo
Fandom: Sherlock (BBC)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Length: 1,363 words

Summary: PWP bondage smut.
Disclaimers: The BBC ultimately owns these versions of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s characters. They live across the pond, if you want to visit them.
Warnings: bondage, anatomically ( Read more... )

Sherlock ran his fingers through John's blond hair, eyes narrowing to take in the minute shift of his flatmate's head nestling into the palm of his hand. Heard the little choked off whine of confusion as eyelashes fluttered against thin skin. Attracted to the radiating warmth of his palm, no doubt ( Read more... )

Owning a bookstore was not John's first job choice when he returned to London. However, his army pension was not going to cover living expenses in the heart of England, so when a lawyer visited John's bedsit two months into rehab saying his client had left the bookstore to John, John had not looked the gift-horse in the mouth.

( So after giving his respects... )

Inspired by: this piece of art"One moment!" John called out as the ring of the bell attached to the door chimed near the front of the store. Snapping the medical journal he had open shut, he slotted it back into its place on the shelves. Grabbing his cane from where it was leaning, he started to wind his way through the tall maze of loaded ( Read more... )