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Here’s a little fic based on this gorgeous art, featuring mute!Cas and Destiel H/C aplenty. Set right after the end of “The Sacrifice.”
The angels have been falling for twenty minutes when they find him. Sam passed out in the passenger seat as soon as he got into the car, twitching and jolting every once in awhile as another angel makes impact with the earth, and Dean doesn’t know what the hell is happening but he knows they need Cas, now.
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- A Divine Invitation
- A Father’s Fear
- Always The Second Choice
- Baby and the Beast
- Change The Past
- Dangerous Light
- Falling For You
- I’m Willing To Take The Risk
- Just An Experiment
- Lost Humanity
- Loved in Shades of Wrong
- Lucky Ones
- My Love is Vengeance
- My Saving Grace
- My Sire Has a Weakness
- Never Make Assumptions
- Not Your Typical Fairy-tale
- Only Human
- Queen Of The Quarter
- Remember Me
- Right One In
- Taking a Chance: A Klaroline Fanfic
- Tale As Old As Time
- Tensions and Hostilities
- The Dangerous Forgotten
- The Good In People
- The Pirate and The Thief
- The White Wolf
- Torn Apart (Favourite Klaroline human verse fanfic)
- Truth Be Told
- Unexpected Desires
- We’re One Of A Kind
- We’re Only Human
- What Doesn’t Kill You
- Where the Lonely Ones Roam
- You Know You Love Me
- You Showed Me The Way
- You’re Raising the Dead in Me
- Your Hopes, Your Dreams
*This list will be edited from time to time so keep an eye on it.
Barred // Tony + Ziva
Alternate end to Season 10. Parsons goes after Ziva. And he wins. (Inspired by Tegan).
The dripping of a leaky pipe woke Ziva from her pathetic excuse for sleep, and she shivered.
Jail cells were an awful lot colder on the other side of the bars, Ziva noticed almost immediately. After ten whole days, it seemed colder still.
But it was not the cold that brought the sting of tears to her eyes, nor was it the discomfort, the small space, the darkness. After many, many years of spending extended periods of time in equally bad (or even worse) places, none of those things particularly irked or bothered her. She could certainly think of a worse place to be rotting away the days. Those things left her mind the second they entered it.
No, the thing that made Ziva’s heart ache and her fists clench angrily at the bars that held her in, was the utter humiliation. Every time a guard walked leisurely down the row of tiny, matching cells, they would look at Ziva the same way they looked at every other criminal. That look was familiar to Ziva – she had probably worn it herself many times in her life. But she had never realised the sting it gave, befalling an innocent person. Well, a person who ranks somewhere in the very gray area between innocent and guilty as Ziva did. That look was a peculiar mixture of disdain and fear. Superiority and intimidation. Like all the good Ziva, or any other person in any of those other, anonymous cells, had done in the span of their entire life had been erased, and based on that, the person opposite them, outside the bars, was allowed to have the gall to proclaim that they were better people. That they were free and clean and all the things that Ziva longed for so badly after having them taken away.
But amidst that snobbery fed to each person locked up on a silver platter by every guard in the force, there was a sort of narcissistic fear. Fear that this being that simply poisons the world might snap and throw themselves at the bars, clawing and scratching, trying to satisfy some insatiable need for revenge.
It was all very fabricated and dramatic … except that was the exact reason Ziva had ended up here. That was the sting.
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Ficlet: Rhythm (FemShep/Garrus)
Garrus must have been really immersed in what he was doing, because he doesn’t seem to hear Shepard coming up to the door. She starts to call out to him, pausing in the doorway, but then she stops herself and just watches.
He’s humming under his breath, head tipped down, focused on the guns and tools and mods he has spread out on the workbench in front of him. And he’s dancing.
In a manner of speaking, at least. It’s not a tango or anything that belongs in a club. But he’s definitely moving to a rhythm she can’t hear, slow and easy. Hips shifting, shoulders flexing, head tilting, and it doesn’t seem to interfere with whatever he’s working on, his hands sure and deft at their task.
Shepard watches for a little while. She can’t quite make out the tune, but she can’t remember the last time she saw him this relaxed.
Eventually it’s too irresistible. She steps forward, quietly, and comes right up behind him so she can trail the fingers of one hand down his spine. “Hey.”
This close, she can just hear the music that his visor is piping into his ear. He stills for a moment, but doesn’t quite lose the rhythm; she can still feel the muscles shifting under her hand. “Hey, yourself.”
She leans her cheek against his shoulder. “Mind if I join you?”
Garrus chuckles. “I think I can maintain my own guns.”
“Not what I meant.” She leans into him slightly, matching the beat he’s moving to.
“Why, Shepard, I can’t imagine what you do mean.”
“That’s a shame.” She turns her head so her breath is puffing directly against his neck. “I thought you had more imagination than that.”
“Oh?” He frees himself enough to turn around so he’s facing her, his hands coming to rest on her hips. She slides her arms around him in turn.
“That’s more what I had in mind,” she murmurs while they sway together.
“I’m not getting the work done, though,” he points out.
She lets her hands wander to his waist and grins when he inhales sharply. She takes care to lean in close to his neck before she whispers, “I bet I can make it worth your while.”
He pretends to think about it, even as his fingers do some wandering of their own. “Interesting proposition. What brought this on?”
“Do I need a reason?” She’s forgotten why she came in here in the first place. She doesn’t know if she can explain it, the appeal of that quiet moment, catching him unguarded and at ease for once. “Maybe I just wanted to test that rhythm you keep bragging about.”
“Mm.” He pulls her closer, still moving gently to the beat. “And what do you think?”
“I might need a more extensive test.” She presses her lips to his neck, just over his pulse.
His voice goes gravelly. “Your rhythm isn’t so bad, either.”
“I’m going to remind you of that the next time you mock my dancing in public.”
He laughs until she kisses him again. By then he’s found his way under her shirt and is tracing circles on her skin.
In the end, they both lose track of the music, but neither of them cares.
Stay With Me | Zarry
Tytuł: Stay With Me (Zostań ze mną)
Opis: Harry zawsze stawiał na swoim i nie słuchał innych – nie posłuchał nawet Zayna, gdy była na to pora i nie został z nim, by uniknąć złych zdarzeń. Teraz wszystko się zmieniło i Harry’ego już nie ma, zostały tylko jego błędne decyzje i Zayn sam w tym bałaganie.
Alternatywna rzeczywistość – One Direction nie istnieje.
Paring: Zarry (Zayn Malik + Harry Styles)
Ilość słów/stron: 5588/11 stron
Ostrzeżenie: Ten oneshot zawiera elementy związku homoseksualnego; jeśli nie lubisz czytać historii o miłości między dwoma mężczyznami, odradzam czytanie.
Dedykacja: Dla wszystkich Zarry Shippers! :D
Od autorki: Hej! xx Nie za bardzo wiem, co tu napisać, nie jestem dobra w przemowach. Znowu wybrałam raczej trudny temat i jestem ciekawa, czy chociaż w połowie mi wyszło. Poradziłam się dwóch pań i twierdzą, że jest dobrze. Jeżeli się z tym zgadzacie, dajcie mi o tym znać - zależy mi na Waszych opiniach. Jeśli macie jakieś zastrzeżenia, piszcie. Przyjmę wszystko na klatę. Możecie wytykać mi błędy - być może ani ja ani beta niczego nie wyłapałyśmy. Lajkujcie, rebblogujcie, krytykujcie - droga wolna :)
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With A Little Help From My Friends
omg, someone actually sent me a prompt?! Sorry about the delay, I started writing, and I sorta didn’t stop and then I had a busybusy day. but better late than never, right?
So here it is, anon! Hope you like it!With A Little Help From My Friends
Warning: Contains swearing and sexual themes (and a teeny tiny bit oflight smut
if you squint), mentions of abuse.
Type: Modern AU; high school
The story of how “marble-boy” became “Tampon Chief”
They were the only ones without partners, so during the first lesson they simply accepted each other and sat quietly together.
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STAR TREK INTO DARKNESS FANFIC REC LIST (may add to it later)
Realignment by blcwriter
Bones a Brittle Cage of Weak Light by alice_pike
i can break bone by venaticorum
A New Beginning by KatrinaWithaY
You Are Beary Stupid (But We Love You Anyway) by waketosleep
If anyone has found any others you’d like to send to me, I wouldn’t mind ;)
Fanfic intro: bullshit and loveProfessorfangirl
I finally got the audio of this talk on fanfic cleaned up enough to hear; here are the introduction and conclusion, a tiny bit of manifesto on fanfic and fandom. Also an experiment in how many times I can say “bullshit” in class.
If you listen to the whole talk, please keep in mind that:
This was not a formal lecture, but an impromptu thing for my partner’s class on science fiction film. (He was putting things on screen over my head that I couldn’t see; you’ll hear me refer to those from time to time. For instance, the first moment is me reacting to that pic of cosplayers isaisanisa and caffeinatedqueer, above.)
I was working without notes or an outline, because as I said it was just a informal talk.
They were supposed to have read the essay “Normal Female Interest in Men Bonking,” but many of them hadn’t.
I was coming out as a slash writer in front of fifty people and I was nervous.
This meant that at points I glossed over things roughly and got details wrong. The ones that stick out: the origin of slashfic (I was taken aback to be asked what slash was); an anecdote about anarmydoctor and Martin Freeman (Warren asked about it out of the blue, and I don’t think I got the details right); a quick definition of “cisgendered” that’s not very precise; and a side note about men in fandom that implied “all men” instead of “het men.” (There were three defensive het men in there that had me on my guard a bit, and you may be able to hear that at points.)
That said, I’m open to corrections and suggestions in case I get to do a more formal version of this in the future.
Okay, so. There you go. Eeeeek.
“An Introduction to Fanfiction and Fandom” at Mediafire.