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Fandom: DC COMICS Pairing: Tim/Kon (Robin/Superboy) Length: medium: 2400 words Author on LJ: ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif) winterliveAuthor Website: channel sixWhy this must be read:I lovelovelove this one--Tim teasing Kon, Bats playing the heavy father, and Kon just going for it. *g* Interruptus | | |
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Fandom: SUPERNATURAL Pairing: Sam/Dean Length: 7,700 words Author on LJ: candle_beckAuthor Website: LJ memoriesWhy this must be read:candle_beck is a fantastic writer, and this is an amazing look at how Sam deals with Dean, and his feelings for Dean, while showing Dean in all his awesome yet completely obnoxious glory. Can you imagine living with Dean and not wanting to kill him at least 50% of the time (and wanting to kiss him the other 50%)? Sam can't. But that's okay. He's dealing with it. Sort of. "You were chopping to the beat of 'Hell's Bells,'" Dean told him.
"Oh my god, I was not."
"You totally were. It was probably subliminal. Dude! I successfully implanted good music in your brain!"
Sam rolled his eyes, somewhat charmed by Dean all beaming and scrubbed-clean under the umbrella, but not letting it get the better of him. He hiked the axe up and took another cut at the tree, the good vibration strumming up his arms. His hair stung at his eyes, wetted into arched spikes, and he flicked his head, looked back at his brother.
Dean was watching him. No surprise--Dean watched him every waking hour of the day, and probably some of the sleeping hours too. Sam had long since got over how annoying that was. It was one of those things he just had to accept about Dean, like how he was a fry thief and drove too fast and sneezed without covering his mouth, how he watched Sam obsessively, ceaselessly, because he was Dean and that was how Dean worked.
But now, here in the rain, Dean's eyes on him felt different, weighted and meaningful. It might have been the shadow of the umbrella across his face, making him look sinister, and a little thrill ran up Sam's spine. Pictures shuffled through his mind, hard and frantic. Dean on his knees in the mud, face tipped up and so slick to the touch, his wet mouth pleading wordlessly. Dean's cold hand shoving into Sam's pants, cloth chafing damp and Dean's fingers shaping to him. Dean up against the half-murdered tree, shirtless and pale and shivering, reaching for Sam and Sam would press against him so close and tight the wood would splinter and they would topple over when the tree did.
Dean blinked. Sam was brought abruptly back to the moment, shaken and off-balance. Dean looked at him oddly.
"You want me to hum a few bars, or what?" This story is full of fantastic, in-character brotherly banter and told from the POV of a stupidly in love with Dean!Sam. What's not to like? Eight Things You Should Know by candle_beckIf you enjoy the story, please let the author know. ~*~ | | |
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Fandom: DC COMICS Pairing: Tim/Kon, Bruce Wayne/Dick Grayson, Bart Allen/Valerie Perez, various other pairings Length: long: 6600 words Author on LJ: oneangrykateAuthor Website: oneangrykate's fic tag Why this must be read:Part one is amusing and long, and the original characters are very appealing. The art adds to the effect nicely, and I know you'll enjoy it. Part 2 is bittersweet, and if you don't want to deal with mention of character death, you can skip it. If you want to go there, you'll find some of the family saga to be sad, albeit satisfying overall. Dialup users: warning for large images in post. Drake for America | | |
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Fandom: FIREFLY Pairing: Mal/Simon Length: 7,054 words Author on LJ: nakeno and recrudescence Author Website: all_very_doable Why this must be read: Stream-of-consciousness lends itself very well to Firefly; using it, nakeno and recrudescence have crafted a beautifully written fic. Post-Safe, Simon wants a bathtub, and Mal finally gives in.
Maybe facetiously suggesting Mal scrub his back in the bath house hadn't been too far off the mark. But he'd never had any indication whatsoever that the captain looked on him as anything but a sheltered kid with the potential to be a decent crew member and a touch of hero-worship for him. "I thought you left," is all he can utter, letting the full fury sink into the words. "You had to see to the Shepherd, I know that now, but at the time I didn't think you were coming back." Unconsciously drawing a knuckle across his lower lip, brow furrowing. The feel of Mal's mouth and the sound of his apology--apology, dear God, there must have been something in that bathwater--still being absorbed. "You have a strange way of showing your affection. Captain." Mal presses his lips together, eases his hand back into his pocket at lets one shoulder rise and fall. "Had to give it a go at least once..." He turns from Simon now, and once he's a few steps in the clear, he trusts himself to bring his hand clear of his pocket again, to lightly touch his own mouth where Simon's had touched... pink and sweet and soft. Like he knew he'd be. Knew that's would it would be like to kiss him. Perfect like that. Tasting sweetly-- of course, Mal had kept his lips closed, never parting, not until afterwards, but he imagines he can taste Simon's lips lingering there on his own. The panel chirps happily, the door sliding open, the slats of the blinds slip-clicking open again. "Next time, just know I mean to come back for you." Mal levels a look over his shoulder, quiet and serious. "I'll come back. ...Dong ma?" | | |
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