.(somewhat) master fic post
.note on listings: All warnings and full descriptions are included in the posts themselves, so that information is not duplicated here as a general rule; the exception is for noting that a fic is AU (i.e. a total AU, not a fic intended to be canon but that ended up being jossed).
05.21.10: Harry Potter and Supernatural complete.
05.23.10: Stargate: Atlantis complete.
08.22.10: Without a Trace complete.
11.15.11: XMFC added.
total index word count: 871,913
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HARRY POTTER
Humanity duology
Pretty much the only thing I wrote in HP, and still in desperate need of editing and reformatting. Believe it or not, this was written back in the days when you needed the ** to indicate italics. Also, it was written back in the days when ff.net was a really necessary evil, and I still have it over there. Anyway, it was written somewhere between GoF and OotP, so it's not really post-DH compliant.
A scrap of humanity (Harry/Draco) R | 23,830 (cleaned up @ AO3)
Two years after the defeat of Voldemort, Draco is called out of exile by the last person he ever expected to meet again, a person looking for answers even as Draco is looking for his own.
The metamorphosis of Narcissus (Harry/Draco) R | 73,570 (cleaned up @ AO3)
Harry deals with the emotional and practical repercussions of his new understanding with Draco as a disapproving and hardline Ministry hovers in the background.
OMFG 73,500 WORDS WHY CAN'T I WRITE LONG SHIT LIKE THAT ANYMORE?
STARGATE: ATLANTIS
20,000+ words
A face that nobody knows (John/Rodney; Teyla, Ronon, others) NC17 | ~44,000+ words (AU)
The man had been drinking the same cup of coffee for the past hour. Postum got worse the longer it sat; it must have been like drinking wheat-flavored sludge. McKay watched as the man took another sip, hoarding it for a moment before swallowing, and this time the bitterness in McKay's mouth was the unfamiliar taste of a guilty conscience. He waved the waiter over.
The qualities of silk (John/Rodney, Teyla/Lorne, Team, Weir, Zelenka, Keller) NC17 | 50,897
With no help from Earth and Atlantis lost, the expedition finds itself trapped at the alpha site. While Elizabeth struggles to hold on to her command, Teyla and Lorne undertake a dangerous mission to negotiate with the Genii, and John, Rodney, and Ronon travel across Pegasus in search of a long-lost Ancient warship, and Rodney fights to hold on to humanity and memory.
10,000-19,999 words
Faith healing (John/Rodney) PG13 | ~11,800 words
The signal had started a year and a half ago, maddening, popping up in Chicago, D.C., Charlotte, New York City, Santa Fe, Montgomery, Santa Cruz, Seattle, a town in Kansas with a name like Desperation and a place in North Dakota called, from what Rodney could remember, Sweaty Groin.
The home front (John/Rodney) R | 10,800
“This had better be the Sheppard residence,” Rodney says, brilliant, agitated life and volume against a monotonous day and Dave’s subdued welcome, “because I’ve been driving around for hours and if I ever find the woman who did the voice on my GPS system I’m going to personally amputate her vocal cords.”
The old world (?John/Rodney; Dean, Sam, Castiel) PG13 | ~ 10,890 (x-over with SPN)
She's twenty feet from the store and a few steps from her car when she sees him, the old man. 'Mister?' she asks. 'Mister, you okay?'
5,000-9,999 words
Ariadne (Teyla, Team) PG13/R | 5,300
She sees them, their implacable march across the galaxy: ship upon ship upon ship, cruisers, escorts, the Hives with their Queens, so many they blot out the stars. How useless your struggles, the Queen whispers as the ships multiply and the Wraith control the galaxy again.
The cat is an existentialist (John/Rodney) PG13 | 9,450
One person's bickering is another person's civil war.
In a dark wood (John/Rodney) R/NC17 | 8,198
Got to move again because he will be here soon, as he always is, this tracking, shadowing presence over Rodney's shoulder. Three times already he's been caught and three times almost been killed, and on the last try the difference between death and escape had been that, for the first time, Rodney had been willing to use his knife.
An old story (John/Rodney) PG13 | 7,709 (AU)
Once upon a time, or something like that, there was a very brilliant (and slightly odd-looking) man known as Rodney McKay. He was in his thirties and still lived at home with his parents, much to their mutual annoyance.
Phi (John/Rodney) NC17 | 8,700 (AU; cowritten with siriaeve)
"Stop sulking." Radek checks his camera for the fiftieth time, and Rodney has to resist the urge - no, the compulsion, the overwhelming need - to seize it and throw it in with the goldfish.
Rodney McKay, godhead (John/Rodney, Team) PG13 | 6,186 ( 02 03)
Theophagy is never fun for anyone, except maybe the cannibals.
Script (John/Rodney) NC17 | ~5,600
"You have been good allies, Dr. McKay, and now it is time for you to die."
Where the light is (John/Rodney) PG13 | ~5,700 (art by ohfreckle)
What he sees: The green-grey ceiling of the infirmary, panning down as the nurse adjusts his bed, the walls, the scanners ranged against them, Keller standing directly in front of him and studying readouts, Teyla and Ronon blurry on the left, Rodney close by him on his right, more clearly resolved, looking exhausted.
1,000-4,999 words
Becomingly fuzzy (John, Rodney) G | 1,118 (AU)
"Maybe it's time we just send him to San Diego," Zoo Director Woolsey said. "They have a specialist there, a psychologist. Maybe she could help." He sighed. "That's the third one so far."
Circle kicking (Rodney, John) PG13 | 2,078 (AU)
First there’d been the excursion into one of the girls’ dorms, what Ronon had called a “tactical strike” and John had called a “panty raid” (seriously, were they in the goddamn seventies?), that had ended with Carson and his polite Scottishness bailing them out and Rodney with one of Elizabeth Weir’s thongs on his head.
The cold year (John/Rodney) R | 2,070
“Wow,” John says.
The courtship of dorkbirds (Team) PG | ~1,100
Ronon has his gun out in a second, but the only things in the clearing other than them are two birds up in one of the trees, noisy and brightly-feathered and eyeing each other.
The Ensign Theory (John, Rodney) PG | 1,146
It had taken him most of a twitchy, restless night in the infirmary and a missed breakfast - which occasioned a Look and smart comment from Sheppard (“So did hell freeze over last night, Rodney?”) - but he’d figured it out, goddammit.
An equation for perfect beauty (John/Rodney) NC17 | 2,439
His mouth on Rodney's, perfect symmetry.
The five great love affairs of Rodney McKay (John/Rodney) PG13 | 1,556
Not necessarily in this order:
Graffiti (John/Rodney) PG13 | 3,200
Rough not-metal under his fingertips, Lantean, familiar, frightening because it has the same permanence Atlantis does that says I will be here forever, and you will not.
Grammatology (John, Rodney, OFC) PG | 3,373
A girl, dark-haired, curious, sees it for the first time in the small part of the Tesauritzu, the great museum, that is open to the public.
The itinerant (John, Rodney) PG | 1,347
John finds them when he’s helping Rodney pack up his quarters.
Lazybones (John/Rodney) PG13 | 3,069
John wakes up in the strange time between afternoon and the evening, when the sun still makes the air heavy and lazy, but coolness still hovers in the shade.
Mail myself to you (John/Rodney) R | 4,950 (co-written with sheafrotherdon and dogeared) (AU)
Doctor Rodney McKay, Ph.D., Ph.D., compulsively orders books on astrophysics and the like just for the sheer pleasure of writing insulting comments in the margins.
More of the leather jacket (John/Rodney) NC17 | 1,900
It's been a day. A boring day, which is sometimes as exhausting as a day filled with universe-saving and near death. Ultimately they're less rewarding; John's never heard of anyone receiving medals for filling out paperwork on time.
A moving piece of sun (John/Rodney) PG13 | ~2,300
He’s always wanted to be a pilot. Always, ever since he can remember.
Negotiating shadows (Teyla) R | 2,236
Teyla doesn't quite relax when Jennifer tells her all is well; if anything, she tenses when she's asked to come back in a few more days for tests.
Nevermind (John/Rodney) PG13 | ~1,630 (AMAZING art by newkidfan)
Anything to fix that, to get him back. Yeah, yeah, to the throb of drones, the city locking out Sam's command codes, that, that, that.
No parachute (John/Rodney) PG13 | ~4,000
One of Rodney’s earliest memories is of watching his grandmother die.
The one where Teyla and Ronon make them do it (John/Rodney, Teyla, Ronon) PG | 1,475
"Is this one of those Prime Directive things, or should we do something about it?" Ronon shook his head, trying to clear the image of McKay doing... what Teyla had said he was going to do out of his head, it was just that wrong.
Paradox John/Rodney (NC17) | ~1,470
John's pretty good at raging against the Man, a low-key guerilla slouch-warfare that sometimes breaks out into full-on disobedience and disregard of orders, but mostly consists of pauses before accepting orders, looks that say more than John's aw shucks, sure, sir drawl ever could.
The planarian (John, Rodney) PG | 1,329
“Nice night, hot tits.”
Pornlet for Pi (John/Rodney) NC17 | 1,590 (follow-up to this)
It hits him when he’s crammed into the claustrophobic slot under the console, when he drags in a breath congested with dust, day-old clothes, the dried sweat and come pulling his skin tight and uncomfortable as he reaches for a wire.
Somnolence (John, Rodney) PG13 | 2,290
It takes one debrief, a staff meeting, and an aborted mission to realize something's going on other than the fact that Elizabeth's typical meeting agendas are kind of like brain death.
Souvenir (John/Rodney) PG13 | 1,300
"We practically live on a beach," Rodney says. "I don't see why we have to vacation on one."
A story involving blankets (Team) G | 1,660
Just blankets, that's it. And possibly cuddling.
Taken with you (John/Rodney) NC17 | 2,800 (co-written with sheafrotherdon)
“You’ve been watching me all day.” Rodney’s studying him, eyes dark with focus and intent, and this close the rich scent of leather hangs in every breath.
Tickling! (John/Rodney) PG | 1,500
Colonel Sheppard came into the staff meeting late, with a limp and a black eye. Rodney came in a few moments later, expression torn between annoyance, self-righteousness, and guilt, mouth and hands moving at light speed as he tried to explain something Elizabeth and the others clearly weren’t privy to.
Untitled sketch for Cate (John, Rodney) PG | 1,679
The cabin - the hut, Rodney thinks, the hut - looks worse in real life than in the real estate photo..
100-999 words (not exhaustive)
Blindness and sight (John/Rodney) PG13 | 604
Corona (John/Rodney) NC17 | 674
The first circle (John/Rodney) PG | ~950 (AU)
G.R.O.S.S (John/Rodney) PG | 654
In media nocte (John/Rodney) PG | 375
Overgrown waltz (John/Rodney) PG | 984
The pre-coffee ontological debate (John, Rodney) PG | 253
Scale of perfection (John, Rodney) PG | 350
Supernatural (John/Rodney) PG13 | ~830 (AU)
Swim shorts, barefoot, wild-haired (John/Rodney) PG | 733
A thousand dancing hamsters (John/Rodney) PG | 992
Two scenes, missing (John/Rodney) PG | 811
Untitled kid!fic (John, Rodney) G | 660
We're-Alive-And-Today-Nobody's-Trying-To-Kill-Usmas (John/Rodney) PG/PG13 | 707
Mini-series/sequelae
1969/Summer of love
Woodstock!
The Aquarians (John/Rodney) PG13 | ~2,000
Rodney McKay scowled out at the morass that had once been some idiot’s cow pasture. God only knew what he was stepping in. Cow crap was probably the least of it, judging from the sea of the great unwashed surging back and forth on top of it.
Electric Kool-Aid, add fresh paint (John/Rodney) PG13/R | ~1,500
Down the hill, the Dead are somewhere in the middle of “Turn On Your Love Light” and Rodney’s busy rendering a not-to-scale version of the solar system on John’s chest (John’s right nipple is the Sun and his left will end up being Saturn, and this makes Rodney inexplicably happy) when John moves.
Beach volleyball
Pretty much what it sounds like. John tries to teach Rodney a new sport, and it goes badly. Not for Rodney, though.
Untitled ficlet (John/Rodney) PG13 | 604
Privately, Rodney thinks it's bad enough John's exposed them golf, but John's wearing his "You're my team and you do what I say" look, which is very authoritative and distracting, so Rodney resigns himself to a day of sand and sunburn and fending off John's attempts to make him play.
Infinite which is yes (John/Rodney) NC17 | 2,222
Teyla comes back from the jumper, entirely too soon and yet not soon enough, with the first-aid kit, and between the two of them--which mostly means Rodney grabbing a bandage and painkillers and telling Teyla he'd take care of it--they get John patched up.
Hockey!verse (AU)
John's a discharged Air Force pilot, Rodney is... well, Rodney isn't saying.
One and all (John/Rodney) NC17 | ~ 6,730 words
John's vision makes like a cartoon when Ronon hits him - stars, singing birds, weird twirly patterns that bring to mind Rodney's more complicated rants about his work.
Playing the body (John/Rodney) NC17 | 1,412
“This isn’t the goddamned Stanley Cup Mc-” The forearm digging into John’s back forces the Kay out of his mouth along with all the air in his lungs.
Late Feet 'verse
What ended up being an AU after 3.10.
Late Feet (John, Rodney) PG | 3,263
Four years and six months, those six months spent back on Earth and Atlantis a memory forever, and Rodney wonders how he managed to go four years and six whole months in a state of complete obliviousness. Usually he’s faster on the uptake than that.
I'm a stranger here myself (John/Rodney) R | 15,437
It isn’t supposed to end like this, in anger so thick and hot it clogs his throat, and in between denial all he’s been able to think for the past two days is don’t let them see don’t let them don’t let them even though he’s pretty sure they know, because they have to know what they’re doing to him.
Nantucket (AU): Check out wagoneer!
Physics, Applied
Four short fics, set around "Grace Under Pressure."
Unified field (John/Rodney) NC17 | 1,900
The potential energy in the human body, if released, would be roughly equivalent to that produced by thirty hydrogen bombs. It’s true.
Redshift (John/Rodney) NC17 | 2,933
Rodney McKay’s Law 1: If it doesn’t have a couch and a particle accelerator in the same room, it isn’t science.
The exclusion principle (John/Rodney) PG13 | 1,822
Both he and his reflection are tangled in circuitry, only, Rodney thinks, his reflection doesn’t have to inhale air thick with burned plastic and the strange metallic scent of John’s blood.
Invariance (John/Rodney; John/Elizabeth) R/NC17 | 4,382
Zelenka’s watching him.
Restoration hardware (AU)
Rodney's a professor with a very difficult life. John just wants to half-demolish a building in peace.
Restoration hardware (John/Rodney) PG13 | 1,796
He’s had his conference paper and the résumés of five interviewees open for four hours, the syllabus for his graduate seminar for two and the websites of various clothing stores for one, has been working on a stress headache for five hours at least, and has spent all of this time riding the downward spiral into insanity.
The conferences (John/Rodney) PG13 | ~8,000 words
Sheppard-centric thoughts had packed themselves in his brain, spiky-haired albatrosses of mental carry-on luggage, and along with the low-grade headache from Wednesday, they had stayed with him throughout the entire conference.
Office hours (John/Rodney) PG13 | 2,750
After having failed to have his name stricken from the building directory, Rodney had checked his contract and modified his syllabus to inform his students he would hold office hours the required minimum of three hours a week, one day, on Wednesday from two to five, with the unwritten understanding they were not to show up under any circumstances.
Hands-on learning (John/Rodney) PG13 | 1,010
John had thought about pointing out how he also had a job, and did actually need to do it, but Rodney was glaring murder at the car, which had so far resisted Rodney’s tinkering and pleas and shouted reminders that he had a PhD in mechanical engineering, you stupid fucking Volvo what the hell is wrong with you? and John kept his mouth shut.
More temperate (John/Rodney) R | ~3,690
"Maybe you should go naked under your robes," John says with a brief, sweet leer.
Roommates (AU)
In which John and Rodney are roommates? Some fics co-written with sheafrotherdon and dogeared.
Martha Stewart's private hell (John/Rodney) PG13 | ~1,480
When John had put his ROOMMATE WANTED ad in the local alternative paper, he'd known ahead of time that compromises would be required.
Roommates (John/Rodney) NC17 | 2,628
When young John Sheppard moves in next door she thinks he's a sweet boy, occasionally raking her yard or shoveling her driveway and flirting (despite her warnings) with her married daughters. For the most part, he keeps to himself and when asked what he does, just smiles politely and changes the subject.
The further adventures of Mrs. Kaplan (John/Rodney) R | 444
What happens immediately after the above.
Selmelier!verse
In which Rodney is a selmelier (a person who specializes in salt) and John restores old guitars. Cooked up with the wonderful dogeared.
The hard sel (John/Rodney) PG13 | ~3,400 words
"Salt?" John peers skeptically at Ronon, who's either pretending to ignore him or knows John's skeptical and really doesn't care. Probably it's the latter; Ronon sheds weird looks like Teflon. "The guy sells Morton's. You're kidding me."
A day of salt and newspapers (John/Rodney) R | ~2,960 words
John doesn’t open Folsom Prison on Mondays and Tuesdays, a side-effect of a youth spent marching to his father’s nine-to-five six days a week drum.
SPROING!
A trilogy of ridiculous ficlets, having to do with John's hair.
SPROING (John/Rodney) PG | 724
When John tells Keller to watch out for the rus wine at the Athosians' festival, he's speaking from experience.
SPROING II (John/Rodney) PG | 496
John thinks he's gotten lucky and will escape from Rodney's encounter with rus wine without barf or other excretions.
Revenge of the SPROINGED (John/Rodney) | 696
Revenge takes a while, but John is patient, and if revenge is best served cold, well, John had been addicted to cold Chef Boyardee ravioli in college.
Turkey!Verse
I'm not lying. I turned them into wild turkeys.
With feathers (John, Rodney, Team) G | ~1,600
Every winter it’s the same story: John tries to lead them across the field, over the river, and up the hill through the forest, but the snow blankets every convenient landmark, piling in drifts over the stone walls and bushes and even the long flat path the humans have made.
A bird of courage (John, Rodney) G | 552
"Not a problem." John puffs up proudly, because, really, that was an awesome rescue.
The lodge and the lightbox of mystery (John, Rodney, Team) G | 1,120
Rodney, like most turkeys, has a love/hate relationship with the humans who live near him.
Wireless Miniseries
Two fics from the mid-season S3 hiatus.
Wireless (John/Rodney) NC17 | 2,977
“Goodbye, Rodney,” John says impatiently, and then there’s that final, terrible click and Rodney’s cell phone makes the disappointed beep meant to indicate the connection’s been lost.
Cynosure (John/Rodney) NC17 | ~5,000
They’re back, they’re home, and Rodney knows he should be happy.
Manuscripts
Fanwork for cesperanza's awesome "Written by the victors." They're a combination of a lot of things I love: conlang (invented languages), manuscript studies, literature, poetry, world-building, time-travel, and oh so much more.
Se narsaugir
The Iohannes Cash poem
On the physics and multiplicity of time
In the halls of the ancients
AU snippets
A few small bits of AUs, usually written for prompts, but never developed. Because I'm lazy. Still, they were fun to write!
(John, Rodney) R | 1,440 (Sister Act AU)
The naturalist (John, Rodney) | 812
The night before book club (John/Rodney) R | 595
Outside woman blues (John, Rodney) PG | 1,364 (genderswitch)
Peregrinations (John, Rodney) PG13 | 1,190 (Viking!John and monk!Rodney; another snippet here)
Steampunk AU (Rodney, Radek) G | 897
Untitled: next door neighbors (John, Rodney) PG13 | 528
SUPERNATURAL
20,000+ words
Below skyscrapers (Dean/Cas) R | 32,400 (AU) (AO3) [ PODFIC]
"Castiel, this is Detective Winchester," Bobby's saying, voice rough and real. It's a distraction, although a brief one, the angel glancing at him before studying Dean again with that same silent intensity. "He'll be on the Circle Murders too."
Freedom hangs like Heaven (Dean/Castiel) PG13/R | ~42,000 (AO3)
In the back seat, another fallen thing slept under Dean's extra coat and an army-surplus blanket.
The thing with feathers (Dean, Sam, Castiel) PG/PG13 | 22,170 (AU/AR) (AO3)
Based on Miyazaki's 'My Neighbor Totoro.' Sam develops an irritating fascination with a made-up angel.
10,000-19,999 words
The land of unlikeness (Dean/Castiel) R | 11,176 (AO3)
Give him twelve hours and he'll be a walking bruise and muscles that won't work right. Narrowing his eyes, Dean chances a look down the slope and figures, give him twenty-four and he'll be dead.
The old world (Dean, Sam, Castiel; ?John/Rodney) PG13 | ~ 10,890 (x-over with SGA)
She's twenty feet from the store and a few steps from her car when she sees him, the old man. 'Mister?' she asks. 'Mister, you okay?'
5,000-9,9999 words
This wide night (Amelia, Ellen, Jimmy/Castiel, Claire, Dean; tag to 4.20) PG13 | ~5,930 words
She watches the man who is not her husband turn away.
1,000-4,999 words
Dialogus angelorum (Castiel, Uriel G) ~1,000
"You," Uriel says in the voice he saves for pronouncing doom upon the sinful, "have been thinking again, Castiel."
Gained in translation (Dean/Castiel) NC17 | 4,580
Language!kink, wing!kink, and a spell.
A geometry for spirits ((?)Dean/Castiel, Anna; PG13) ~1758
'Angels have their own script,' he murmurs, close against Dean's mouth. Dean trembles against him, for the knowledge or Castiel being so close, Castiel can't say.
The human sky (Dean/Castiel) PG | ~1,290
"Do I need to protect someone's virtue here?" Sam wanted to know.
Incipit (Castiel, Judith [OFC]; Dean by proxy) PG | ~1,810
He knows Dean will worry, in the mostly silent, occasionally explosive way of his. The knowledge focuses him, gives him the direction he needs when all the old ones have failed.
A new country (Dean/Castiel) NC17 | ~3150 (with 22by7)
Everything leads down to this one day, when he's slumped in the passenger seat of his car, bones liquefied by heat and no sleep, with weird, not-metal music playing - beamed in from some place Dean's pretty sure isn't broadcasting on the radio - on the Impala's stereo and an angel behind the wheel.
Run on (Dean/Castiel) NC17 | 2,320 words (AU)
He'd called Cas to come get him, the only person he could think to call. Can't call Sam, can only hope he's safe enough, high-profile enough, at his big Cali law firm. Cassie, Ellen, Bobby, Jo… Dean wishes he were the praying type, because he'd pray for them right now.
Signs and portents (Dean/Castiel) PG13 | ~2,730
At first, Dean doesn't really notice it.
This is how we have to try (Jo/Claire) PG13 | ~1,100
Most of the reason her mother let her go hunting is she couldn't stop Jo from going. The rest of it is, she'd sworn she'd stay as safe as she could.
100-999 words (not exhaustive)
Blooded with the spirit of a god (Dean/Castiel) PG13 | 690 words
The language of hands (Dean/Castiel) PG13 | ~431
Shore leave (Dean/Castiel) PG | 623
Theca, -ae (Dean/Castiel) PG13 | 734
The thought of high windows (Dean/Castiel) PG | 645
Mini-series/sequelae
Girl!Dean 'verse
Seriously, I think the only way Dean Winchester could be more awesome is if he'd been born a woman. I do. If genderswitch isn't your thing, please read no further, but if you think it may be...
As we go along (girl!Dean/Cas) PG13 | 2,400
The world didn't end, and sometimes that freaks her out.
Making it up (girl!Dean/Cas) NC17 | 2,500
Pretty much just sex.
Other entries in the Liber miraculorum
A pair of stories (although I hope to add to them) mostly about Dean introducing Cas to the cooler parts of life in his particular area of the globe. Featuring slyly-knowing!Sam and some interfering angels.
Breakfast for dinner (Dean/Castiel) PG) | ~2,220
Dean isn’t entirely sure if planning to introduce Castiel to the miracle that is breakfast for dinner (seriously, bacon and egg sandwich at seven at night? Heaven can't possibly trump that) counts as a good deed in some circles.
Motel swimming pools (Dean/Castiel) PG13 | ~2,750
Castiel's back in five minutes on the nose, lithe and awkward in his neon green WalMart shorts. It isn't until he sees Cas's bare chest that Dean realizes he'd half-expected him to show up with the shorts on over his pants, or else to swap out his suit for the shorts right there on the deck.
What is next to godliness
What is next to godliness (Dean/Castiel) NC17 | 500 words
Angels have victory sex too.
The beginning of wisdom (Dean/Castiel) PG13 | 1,900
Get ready to experience tingling relaxation and ease, my friend.
WITHOUT A TRACE
Distance series
A collection of longer stories and ficlets, written c. S3/S4. It has its own listing because, well... It really dominated my WaT writing for pretty much the entire time I was in the fandom.
A long time coming (Danny/Martin) R | 29,358
Not quite three years. So little time, and so much.
Every distance (Danny/Martin) NC17 | 32,374
They say everything can be replaced.
Blue river (Danny/Martin) R | 7,100
“So, have you decided yet where we’re going?” Martin asks - for the fiftieth time - from the depths of the refrigerator. Danny has been obfuscating about this endlessly, insisting on making all the arrangements, and all Martin knows is that they’re supposed to leave in ten days. “And where’d you put the creamer?”
Sons and lovers (Danny/Martin, Victor, Petra) PG/PG13 | 4,504
Door firmly shut, and Victor knew that if he tried it, he’d find it locked.
Biscayne (Danny/Martin) PG13 | 4,108
The last time Danny had gone down to Blue River, a fourteen-year-old cutting class for a few days, he and Rafi had stayed in one of the small, cheap hotels near the docks.
La familia (Danny/Martin) R | 12,467
There was this kid in Danny’s high school, Pedro. Pedro something. Gonzales maybe, a couple years older than him, a senior, but they’d been in the same chemistry class because Pedro’d had to retake it so he could graduate.
20,000+ words
The hours of instruction (Danny/Martin) NC17 | 39,223
WIP WIP WIP I'm not sure if it'll ever be finished, but eh, what the hell. Catholic boarding school AU, and I don't think anything needs to be said beyond that.
10,000-19,999 words
The technology (Danny/Martin) PG13/R | 12,188
Crossover with 'Now and Again.' There's a guy out there who looks an awful lot like Martin, and that's not a good thing.
5,000-9,999 words
It's alive! (Danny/Martin) PG13 | 8,705
Dr. von Birkenstock! Bodyswapping! Ducks!
1,000-4,999 words
Displacement (Danny/Martin) PG13 | 1,072
James "Mac" MacAvoy, aka New Tech Guy, is the target of Danny and Martin's unfortunate UST.
For thought (Danny/Martin) PG | 1,177
He thinks too much. Such men are dangerous. (Julius Caesar)
Inside-out and across (Danny/Martin) NC17 | 1,240
The few functional brain cells belonging to Danny Taylor are currently engaged in wondering if he’s gone home with the pod person clone of Martin Fitzgerald. The horny pod person clone, at that.
Like swimming (Danny/Martin) R | 2,677
Therapy. (Post-S3.)
Martin vs. the towel (Danny/Martin) NC17 | 2,275
Martin likes Danny's towels. Most of the time.
Newsprint (Danny, Martin) | 2,717
Filler/companion to 4.18, "The Road Home." Danny waits, and Martin tries.
Old brown shoe (Danny/Martin) PG | 1,136
First dates.
Scarface (Danny) R | 1,695
I always tell the truth, even when I lie.
Sons (Danny, Victor) PG13 | 2,154
Post-ep. for 4.01, "Showdown."
Suffering children (Danny, Martin) R |
1,351
Hard case. (References to child abuse and neglect.)
100-999 words (not exhaustive)
Down, down (Danny, Martin) | 686
Down, down. Twelve floors down to the street and the elevator is too small for himself and his thoughts, the tension of the day and the fear of the night.
Forms (Danny/Martin) PG | 999
He doesn’t really go in for birthdays now and hasn’t in a while.
If I had a boat (Danny, Martin )PG | 893
What would you like to be when you grow up?
Off time (Danny/Martin) PG | 808
The first time Martin had come over for dinner, Danny had tried to persuade Martin into the living room with a glass of water and an order to find something on the TV. It didn't work.
Walking, wounded (Danny, Martin) PG | 502
Wordless after one last reassurance that goes unheard, he watches Danny go and is grateful for the cane and the wall, the two last things in the world to hold him up. (Companion to 4.02).
Mini-series/sequelae
Concerning Boys
Concerning boys (Viv, Danny/Martin) PG | 1,847
Viv is surrounded by idiots.
Sin dirección (Danny/Martin) R/NC17 | 9,913
After the crash.
Sombra y espacio (Danny/Martin) | 3,278
It had been late by the time they’d stumbled through the door of Martin’s apartment, later still when they’d fallen into bed, too tired almost to do anything but pull off clothes and crawl under the covers. (Set after S4
XMFC
20,000+ words
The changeling (Erik/Charles; Emma Frost, Raven, Hank, others) PG13 | ~26,000 (AU) [WIP]
In 1834, the changeling Charles Xavier, friendless and dispossessed of his fortune, arrives at Ironhill Hall to tutor the two young children of the mysterious, cranky Mr. Lehnsherr. Or, the one where XMFC meets Jane Eyre meets steampunk.
The one where Erik owns an antiques shop and Charles is a professor (Erik/Charles; Raven, Moira, Hank, others) R/NC17 | ~27,000 (AU) [WIP]
Even though Charles loathed people using "I must have a genetic predisposition for X, Y, or Z" as an excuse for personal shortcomings and peccadillos - he was a professor at Columbia and a well-respected researcher in the field, he couldn't not get riled about scientific inaccuracy - he suspected the Xavier family had a strong expression of the gene responsible for squirreling away every random object that came across their paths.
1,000-4,999 words
A café of one's own (Erik/Charles; Mary and Edith Crawley) G | 2,910
Mary writes, Edith races, and Charles and Erik are going to change the world. [There is no excuse for this, I'm sorry.]
The game of the century (Erik/Charles; Raven) PG13 | 3,041
"Well, obviously Erik isn't 'just anyone,'" Charles said dryly. "He's a valuable ally - somewhat unstable, admittedly, but it just means we need to work harder to keep him happy and keep him from kiting off on some insane, revenge-related activity."
Mini-series/sequelae
Extended Jam
1969. The fight for civil rights is on, and mutants are in the thick of it. Charles and Erik are trying to finish their degrees, but dissertations take a backseat to more important things.
Slight return (Erik/Charles) NC17 | 15,732
In which Charles only thinks he's only getting a lift to a conference, and Erik has other ideas.
The future's uncertain (and the end is always near) (Erik/Charles; Raven, Hank, Moira, Emma, others) NC17 | 21,0009
Mid-August 1969, involving Erik, Charles, Raven, Moira, Hank, and Darwin and a VW Bus. And a small music festival in upstate New York called Woodstock.
05.21.10: Harry Potter and Supernatural complete.
05.23.10: Stargate: Atlantis complete.
08.22.10: Without a Trace complete.
11.15.11: XMFC added.
total index word count: 871,913
NOTE: IF YOU'RE FROM GOODREADS, I DON'T WANT MY FICS IN YOUR DATABASE.
HARRY POTTER
Humanity duology
Pretty much the only thing I wrote in HP, and still in desperate need of editing and reformatting. Believe it or not, this was written back in the days when you needed the ** to indicate italics. Also, it was written back in the days when ff.net was a really necessary evil, and I still have it over there. Anyway, it was written somewhere between GoF and OotP, so it's not really post-DH compliant.
A scrap of humanity (Harry/Draco) R | 23,830 (cleaned up @ AO3)
Two years after the defeat of Voldemort, Draco is called out of exile by the last person he ever expected to meet again, a person looking for answers even as Draco is looking for his own.
The metamorphosis of Narcissus (Harry/Draco) R | 73,570 (cleaned up @ AO3)
Harry deals with the emotional and practical repercussions of his new understanding with Draco as a disapproving and hardline Ministry hovers in the background.
OMFG 73,500 WORDS WHY CAN'T I WRITE LONG SHIT LIKE THAT ANYMORE?
STARGATE: ATLANTIS
20,000+ words
A face that nobody knows (John/Rodney; Teyla, Ronon, others) NC17 | ~44,000+ words (AU)
The man had been drinking the same cup of coffee for the past hour. Postum got worse the longer it sat; it must have been like drinking wheat-flavored sludge. McKay watched as the man took another sip, hoarding it for a moment before swallowing, and this time the bitterness in McKay's mouth was the unfamiliar taste of a guilty conscience. He waved the waiter over.
The qualities of silk (John/Rodney, Teyla/Lorne, Team, Weir, Zelenka, Keller) NC17 | 50,897
With no help from Earth and Atlantis lost, the expedition finds itself trapped at the alpha site. While Elizabeth struggles to hold on to her command, Teyla and Lorne undertake a dangerous mission to negotiate with the Genii, and John, Rodney, and Ronon travel across Pegasus in search of a long-lost Ancient warship, and Rodney fights to hold on to humanity and memory.
10,000-19,999 words
Faith healing (John/Rodney) PG13 | ~11,800 words
The signal had started a year and a half ago, maddening, popping up in Chicago, D.C., Charlotte, New York City, Santa Fe, Montgomery, Santa Cruz, Seattle, a town in Kansas with a name like Desperation and a place in North Dakota called, from what Rodney could remember, Sweaty Groin.
The home front (John/Rodney) R | 10,800
“This had better be the Sheppard residence,” Rodney says, brilliant, agitated life and volume against a monotonous day and Dave’s subdued welcome, “because I’ve been driving around for hours and if I ever find the woman who did the voice on my GPS system I’m going to personally amputate her vocal cords.”
The old world (?John/Rodney; Dean, Sam, Castiel) PG13 | ~ 10,890 (x-over with SPN)
She's twenty feet from the store and a few steps from her car when she sees him, the old man. 'Mister?' she asks. 'Mister, you okay?'
5,000-9,999 words
Ariadne (Teyla, Team) PG13/R | 5,300
She sees them, their implacable march across the galaxy: ship upon ship upon ship, cruisers, escorts, the Hives with their Queens, so many they blot out the stars. How useless your struggles, the Queen whispers as the ships multiply and the Wraith control the galaxy again.
The cat is an existentialist (John/Rodney) PG13 | 9,450
One person's bickering is another person's civil war.
In a dark wood (John/Rodney) R/NC17 | 8,198
Got to move again because he will be here soon, as he always is, this tracking, shadowing presence over Rodney's shoulder. Three times already he's been caught and three times almost been killed, and on the last try the difference between death and escape had been that, for the first time, Rodney had been willing to use his knife.
An old story (John/Rodney) PG13 | 7,709 (AU)
Once upon a time, or something like that, there was a very brilliant (and slightly odd-looking) man known as Rodney McKay. He was in his thirties and still lived at home with his parents, much to their mutual annoyance.
Phi (John/Rodney) NC17 | 8,700 (AU; cowritten with siriaeve)
"Stop sulking." Radek checks his camera for the fiftieth time, and Rodney has to resist the urge - no, the compulsion, the overwhelming need - to seize it and throw it in with the goldfish.
Rodney McKay, godhead (John/Rodney, Team) PG13 | 6,186 ( 02 03)
Theophagy is never fun for anyone, except maybe the cannibals.
Script (John/Rodney) NC17 | ~5,600
"You have been good allies, Dr. McKay, and now it is time for you to die."
Where the light is (John/Rodney) PG13 | ~5,700 (art by ohfreckle)
What he sees: The green-grey ceiling of the infirmary, panning down as the nurse adjusts his bed, the walls, the scanners ranged against them, Keller standing directly in front of him and studying readouts, Teyla and Ronon blurry on the left, Rodney close by him on his right, more clearly resolved, looking exhausted.
1,000-4,999 words
Becomingly fuzzy (John, Rodney) G | 1,118 (AU)
"Maybe it's time we just send him to San Diego," Zoo Director Woolsey said. "They have a specialist there, a psychologist. Maybe she could help." He sighed. "That's the third one so far."
Circle kicking (Rodney, John) PG13 | 2,078 (AU)
First there’d been the excursion into one of the girls’ dorms, what Ronon had called a “tactical strike” and John had called a “panty raid” (seriously, were they in the goddamn seventies?), that had ended with Carson and his polite Scottishness bailing them out and Rodney with one of Elizabeth Weir’s thongs on his head.
The cold year (John/Rodney) R | 2,070
“Wow,” John says.
The courtship of dorkbirds (Team) PG | ~1,100
Ronon has his gun out in a second, but the only things in the clearing other than them are two birds up in one of the trees, noisy and brightly-feathered and eyeing each other.
The Ensign Theory (John, Rodney) PG | 1,146
It had taken him most of a twitchy, restless night in the infirmary and a missed breakfast - which occasioned a Look and smart comment from Sheppard (“So did hell freeze over last night, Rodney?”) - but he’d figured it out, goddammit.
An equation for perfect beauty (John/Rodney) NC17 | 2,439
His mouth on Rodney's, perfect symmetry.
The five great love affairs of Rodney McKay (John/Rodney) PG13 | 1,556
Not necessarily in this order:
Graffiti (John/Rodney) PG13 | 3,200
Rough not-metal under his fingertips, Lantean, familiar, frightening because it has the same permanence Atlantis does that says I will be here forever, and you will not.
Grammatology (John, Rodney, OFC) PG | 3,373
A girl, dark-haired, curious, sees it for the first time in the small part of the Tesauritzu, the great museum, that is open to the public.
The itinerant (John, Rodney) PG | 1,347
John finds them when he’s helping Rodney pack up his quarters.
Lazybones (John/Rodney) PG13 | 3,069
John wakes up in the strange time between afternoon and the evening, when the sun still makes the air heavy and lazy, but coolness still hovers in the shade.
Mail myself to you (John/Rodney) R | 4,950 (co-written with sheafrotherdon and dogeared) (AU)
Doctor Rodney McKay, Ph.D., Ph.D., compulsively orders books on astrophysics and the like just for the sheer pleasure of writing insulting comments in the margins.
More of the leather jacket (John/Rodney) NC17 | 1,900
It's been a day. A boring day, which is sometimes as exhausting as a day filled with universe-saving and near death. Ultimately they're less rewarding; John's never heard of anyone receiving medals for filling out paperwork on time.
A moving piece of sun (John/Rodney) PG13 | ~2,300
He’s always wanted to be a pilot. Always, ever since he can remember.
Negotiating shadows (Teyla) R | 2,236
Teyla doesn't quite relax when Jennifer tells her all is well; if anything, she tenses when she's asked to come back in a few more days for tests.
Nevermind (John/Rodney) PG13 | ~1,630 (AMAZING art by newkidfan)
Anything to fix that, to get him back. Yeah, yeah, to the throb of drones, the city locking out Sam's command codes, that, that, that.
No parachute (John/Rodney) PG13 | ~4,000
One of Rodney’s earliest memories is of watching his grandmother die.
The one where Teyla and Ronon make them do it (John/Rodney, Teyla, Ronon) PG | 1,475
"Is this one of those Prime Directive things, or should we do something about it?" Ronon shook his head, trying to clear the image of McKay doing... what Teyla had said he was going to do out of his head, it was just that wrong.
Paradox John/Rodney (NC17) | ~1,470
John's pretty good at raging against the Man, a low-key guerilla slouch-warfare that sometimes breaks out into full-on disobedience and disregard of orders, but mostly consists of pauses before accepting orders, looks that say more than John's aw shucks, sure, sir drawl ever could.
The planarian (John, Rodney) PG | 1,329
“Nice night, hot tits.”
Pornlet for Pi (John/Rodney) NC17 | 1,590 (follow-up to this)
It hits him when he’s crammed into the claustrophobic slot under the console, when he drags in a breath congested with dust, day-old clothes, the dried sweat and come pulling his skin tight and uncomfortable as he reaches for a wire.
Somnolence (John, Rodney) PG13 | 2,290
It takes one debrief, a staff meeting, and an aborted mission to realize something's going on other than the fact that Elizabeth's typical meeting agendas are kind of like brain death.
Souvenir (John/Rodney) PG13 | 1,300
"We practically live on a beach," Rodney says. "I don't see why we have to vacation on one."
A story involving blankets (Team) G | 1,660
Just blankets, that's it. And possibly cuddling.
Taken with you (John/Rodney) NC17 | 2,800 (co-written with sheafrotherdon)
“You’ve been watching me all day.” Rodney’s studying him, eyes dark with focus and intent, and this close the rich scent of leather hangs in every breath.
Tickling! (John/Rodney) PG | 1,500
Colonel Sheppard came into the staff meeting late, with a limp and a black eye. Rodney came in a few moments later, expression torn between annoyance, self-righteousness, and guilt, mouth and hands moving at light speed as he tried to explain something Elizabeth and the others clearly weren’t privy to.
Untitled sketch for Cate (John, Rodney) PG | 1,679
The cabin - the hut, Rodney thinks, the hut - looks worse in real life than in the real estate photo..
100-999 words (not exhaustive)
Blindness and sight (John/Rodney) PG13 | 604
Corona (John/Rodney) NC17 | 674
The first circle (John/Rodney) PG | ~950 (AU)
G.R.O.S.S (John/Rodney) PG | 654
In media nocte (John/Rodney) PG | 375
Overgrown waltz (John/Rodney) PG | 984
The pre-coffee ontological debate (John, Rodney) PG | 253
Scale of perfection (John, Rodney) PG | 350
Supernatural (John/Rodney) PG13 | ~830 (AU)
Swim shorts, barefoot, wild-haired (John/Rodney) PG | 733
A thousand dancing hamsters (John/Rodney) PG | 992
Two scenes, missing (John/Rodney) PG | 811
Untitled kid!fic (John, Rodney) G | 660
We're-Alive-And-Today-Nobody's-Trying-To-Kill-Usmas (John/Rodney) PG/PG13 | 707
Mini-series/sequelae
1969/Summer of love
Woodstock!
The Aquarians (John/Rodney) PG13 | ~2,000
Rodney McKay scowled out at the morass that had once been some idiot’s cow pasture. God only knew what he was stepping in. Cow crap was probably the least of it, judging from the sea of the great unwashed surging back and forth on top of it.
Electric Kool-Aid, add fresh paint (John/Rodney) PG13/R | ~1,500
Down the hill, the Dead are somewhere in the middle of “Turn On Your Love Light” and Rodney’s busy rendering a not-to-scale version of the solar system on John’s chest (John’s right nipple is the Sun and his left will end up being Saturn, and this makes Rodney inexplicably happy) when John moves.
Beach volleyball
Pretty much what it sounds like. John tries to teach Rodney a new sport, and it goes badly. Not for Rodney, though.
Untitled ficlet (John/Rodney) PG13 | 604
Privately, Rodney thinks it's bad enough John's exposed them golf, but John's wearing his "You're my team and you do what I say" look, which is very authoritative and distracting, so Rodney resigns himself to a day of sand and sunburn and fending off John's attempts to make him play.
Infinite which is yes (John/Rodney) NC17 | 2,222
Teyla comes back from the jumper, entirely too soon and yet not soon enough, with the first-aid kit, and between the two of them--which mostly means Rodney grabbing a bandage and painkillers and telling Teyla he'd take care of it--they get John patched up.
Hockey!verse (AU)
John's a discharged Air Force pilot, Rodney is... well, Rodney isn't saying.
One and all (John/Rodney) NC17 | ~ 6,730 words
John's vision makes like a cartoon when Ronon hits him - stars, singing birds, weird twirly patterns that bring to mind Rodney's more complicated rants about his work.
Playing the body (John/Rodney) NC17 | 1,412
“This isn’t the goddamned Stanley Cup Mc-” The forearm digging into John’s back forces the Kay out of his mouth along with all the air in his lungs.
Late Feet 'verse
What ended up being an AU after 3.10.
Late Feet (John, Rodney) PG | 3,263
Four years and six months, those six months spent back on Earth and Atlantis a memory forever, and Rodney wonders how he managed to go four years and six whole months in a state of complete obliviousness. Usually he’s faster on the uptake than that.
I'm a stranger here myself (John/Rodney) R | 15,437
It isn’t supposed to end like this, in anger so thick and hot it clogs his throat, and in between denial all he’s been able to think for the past two days is don’t let them see don’t let them don’t let them even though he’s pretty sure they know, because they have to know what they’re doing to him.
Nantucket (AU): Check out wagoneer!
Physics, Applied
Four short fics, set around "Grace Under Pressure."
Unified field (John/Rodney) NC17 | 1,900
The potential energy in the human body, if released, would be roughly equivalent to that produced by thirty hydrogen bombs. It’s true.
Redshift (John/Rodney) NC17 | 2,933
Rodney McKay’s Law 1: If it doesn’t have a couch and a particle accelerator in the same room, it isn’t science.
The exclusion principle (John/Rodney) PG13 | 1,822
Both he and his reflection are tangled in circuitry, only, Rodney thinks, his reflection doesn’t have to inhale air thick with burned plastic and the strange metallic scent of John’s blood.
Invariance (John/Rodney; John/Elizabeth) R/NC17 | 4,382
Zelenka’s watching him.
Restoration hardware (AU)
Rodney's a professor with a very difficult life. John just wants to half-demolish a building in peace.
Restoration hardware (John/Rodney) PG13 | 1,796
He’s had his conference paper and the résumés of five interviewees open for four hours, the syllabus for his graduate seminar for two and the websites of various clothing stores for one, has been working on a stress headache for five hours at least, and has spent all of this time riding the downward spiral into insanity.
The conferences (John/Rodney) PG13 | ~8,000 words
Sheppard-centric thoughts had packed themselves in his brain, spiky-haired albatrosses of mental carry-on luggage, and along with the low-grade headache from Wednesday, they had stayed with him throughout the entire conference.
Office hours (John/Rodney) PG13 | 2,750
After having failed to have his name stricken from the building directory, Rodney had checked his contract and modified his syllabus to inform his students he would hold office hours the required minimum of three hours a week, one day, on Wednesday from two to five, with the unwritten understanding they were not to show up under any circumstances.
Hands-on learning (John/Rodney) PG13 | 1,010
John had thought about pointing out how he also had a job, and did actually need to do it, but Rodney was glaring murder at the car, which had so far resisted Rodney’s tinkering and pleas and shouted reminders that he had a PhD in mechanical engineering, you stupid fucking Volvo what the hell is wrong with you? and John kept his mouth shut.
More temperate (John/Rodney) R | ~3,690
"Maybe you should go naked under your robes," John says with a brief, sweet leer.
Roommates (AU)
In which John and Rodney are roommates? Some fics co-written with sheafrotherdon and dogeared.
Martha Stewart's private hell (John/Rodney) PG13 | ~1,480
When John had put his ROOMMATE WANTED ad in the local alternative paper, he'd known ahead of time that compromises would be required.
Roommates (John/Rodney) NC17 | 2,628
When young John Sheppard moves in next door she thinks he's a sweet boy, occasionally raking her yard or shoveling her driveway and flirting (despite her warnings) with her married daughters. For the most part, he keeps to himself and when asked what he does, just smiles politely and changes the subject.
The further adventures of Mrs. Kaplan (John/Rodney) R | 444
What happens immediately after the above.
Selmelier!verse
In which Rodney is a selmelier (a person who specializes in salt) and John restores old guitars. Cooked up with the wonderful dogeared.
The hard sel (John/Rodney) PG13 | ~3,400 words
"Salt?" John peers skeptically at Ronon, who's either pretending to ignore him or knows John's skeptical and really doesn't care. Probably it's the latter; Ronon sheds weird looks like Teflon. "The guy sells Morton's. You're kidding me."
A day of salt and newspapers (John/Rodney) R | ~2,960 words
John doesn’t open Folsom Prison on Mondays and Tuesdays, a side-effect of a youth spent marching to his father’s nine-to-five six days a week drum.
SPROING!
A trilogy of ridiculous ficlets, having to do with John's hair.
SPROING (John/Rodney) PG | 724
When John tells Keller to watch out for the rus wine at the Athosians' festival, he's speaking from experience.
SPROING II (John/Rodney) PG | 496
John thinks he's gotten lucky and will escape from Rodney's encounter with rus wine without barf or other excretions.
Revenge of the SPROINGED (John/Rodney) | 696
Revenge takes a while, but John is patient, and if revenge is best served cold, well, John had been addicted to cold Chef Boyardee ravioli in college.
Turkey!Verse
I'm not lying. I turned them into wild turkeys.
With feathers (John, Rodney, Team) G | ~1,600
Every winter it’s the same story: John tries to lead them across the field, over the river, and up the hill through the forest, but the snow blankets every convenient landmark, piling in drifts over the stone walls and bushes and even the long flat path the humans have made.
A bird of courage (John, Rodney) G | 552
"Not a problem." John puffs up proudly, because, really, that was an awesome rescue.
The lodge and the lightbox of mystery (John, Rodney, Team) G | 1,120
Rodney, like most turkeys, has a love/hate relationship with the humans who live near him.
Wireless Miniseries
Two fics from the mid-season S3 hiatus.
Wireless (John/Rodney) NC17 | 2,977
“Goodbye, Rodney,” John says impatiently, and then there’s that final, terrible click and Rodney’s cell phone makes the disappointed beep meant to indicate the connection’s been lost.
Cynosure (John/Rodney) NC17 | ~5,000
They’re back, they’re home, and Rodney knows he should be happy.
Manuscripts
Fanwork for cesperanza's awesome "Written by the victors." They're a combination of a lot of things I love: conlang (invented languages), manuscript studies, literature, poetry, world-building, time-travel, and oh so much more.
Se narsaugir
The Iohannes Cash poem
On the physics and multiplicity of time
In the halls of the ancients
AU snippets
A few small bits of AUs, usually written for prompts, but never developed. Because I'm lazy. Still, they were fun to write!
(John, Rodney) R | 1,440 (Sister Act AU)
The naturalist (John, Rodney) | 812
The night before book club (John/Rodney) R | 595
Outside woman blues (John, Rodney) PG | 1,364 (genderswitch)
Peregrinations (John, Rodney) PG13 | 1,190 (Viking!John and monk!Rodney; another snippet here)
Steampunk AU (Rodney, Radek) G | 897
Untitled: next door neighbors (John, Rodney) PG13 | 528
SUPERNATURAL
20,000+ words
Below skyscrapers (Dean/Cas) R | 32,400 (AU) (AO3) [ PODFIC]
"Castiel, this is Detective Winchester," Bobby's saying, voice rough and real. It's a distraction, although a brief one, the angel glancing at him before studying Dean again with that same silent intensity. "He'll be on the Circle Murders too."
Freedom hangs like Heaven (Dean/Castiel) PG13/R | ~42,000 (AO3)
In the back seat, another fallen thing slept under Dean's extra coat and an army-surplus blanket.
The thing with feathers (Dean, Sam, Castiel) PG/PG13 | 22,170 (AU/AR) (AO3)
Based on Miyazaki's 'My Neighbor Totoro.' Sam develops an irritating fascination with a made-up angel.
10,000-19,999 words
The land of unlikeness (Dean/Castiel) R | 11,176 (AO3)
Give him twelve hours and he'll be a walking bruise and muscles that won't work right. Narrowing his eyes, Dean chances a look down the slope and figures, give him twenty-four and he'll be dead.
The old world (Dean, Sam, Castiel; ?John/Rodney) PG13 | ~ 10,890 (x-over with SGA)
She's twenty feet from the store and a few steps from her car when she sees him, the old man. 'Mister?' she asks. 'Mister, you okay?'
5,000-9,9999 words
This wide night (Amelia, Ellen, Jimmy/Castiel, Claire, Dean; tag to 4.20) PG13 | ~5,930 words
She watches the man who is not her husband turn away.
1,000-4,999 words
Dialogus angelorum (Castiel, Uriel G) ~1,000
"You," Uriel says in the voice he saves for pronouncing doom upon the sinful, "have been thinking again, Castiel."
Gained in translation (Dean/Castiel) NC17 | 4,580
Language!kink, wing!kink, and a spell.
A geometry for spirits ((?)Dean/Castiel, Anna; PG13) ~1758
'Angels have their own script,' he murmurs, close against Dean's mouth. Dean trembles against him, for the knowledge or Castiel being so close, Castiel can't say.
The human sky (Dean/Castiel) PG | ~1,290
"Do I need to protect someone's virtue here?" Sam wanted to know.
Incipit (Castiel, Judith [OFC]; Dean by proxy) PG | ~1,810
He knows Dean will worry, in the mostly silent, occasionally explosive way of his. The knowledge focuses him, gives him the direction he needs when all the old ones have failed.
A new country (Dean/Castiel) NC17 | ~3150 (with 22by7)
Everything leads down to this one day, when he's slumped in the passenger seat of his car, bones liquefied by heat and no sleep, with weird, not-metal music playing - beamed in from some place Dean's pretty sure isn't broadcasting on the radio - on the Impala's stereo and an angel behind the wheel.
Run on (Dean/Castiel) NC17 | 2,320 words (AU)
He'd called Cas to come get him, the only person he could think to call. Can't call Sam, can only hope he's safe enough, high-profile enough, at his big Cali law firm. Cassie, Ellen, Bobby, Jo… Dean wishes he were the praying type, because he'd pray for them right now.
Signs and portents (Dean/Castiel) PG13 | ~2,730
At first, Dean doesn't really notice it.
This is how we have to try (Jo/Claire) PG13 | ~1,100
Most of the reason her mother let her go hunting is she couldn't stop Jo from going. The rest of it is, she'd sworn she'd stay as safe as she could.
100-999 words (not exhaustive)
Blooded with the spirit of a god (Dean/Castiel) PG13 | 690 words
The language of hands (Dean/Castiel) PG13 | ~431
Shore leave (Dean/Castiel) PG | 623
Theca, -ae (Dean/Castiel) PG13 | 734
The thought of high windows (Dean/Castiel) PG | 645
Mini-series/sequelae
Girl!Dean 'verse
Seriously, I think the only way Dean Winchester could be more awesome is if he'd been born a woman. I do. If genderswitch isn't your thing, please read no further, but if you think it may be...
As we go along (girl!Dean/Cas) PG13 | 2,400
The world didn't end, and sometimes that freaks her out.
Making it up (girl!Dean/Cas) NC17 | 2,500
Pretty much just sex.
Other entries in the Liber miraculorum
A pair of stories (although I hope to add to them) mostly about Dean introducing Cas to the cooler parts of life in his particular area of the globe. Featuring slyly-knowing!Sam and some interfering angels.
Breakfast for dinner (Dean/Castiel) PG) | ~2,220
Dean isn’t entirely sure if planning to introduce Castiel to the miracle that is breakfast for dinner (seriously, bacon and egg sandwich at seven at night? Heaven can't possibly trump that) counts as a good deed in some circles.
Motel swimming pools (Dean/Castiel) PG13 | ~2,750
Castiel's back in five minutes on the nose, lithe and awkward in his neon green WalMart shorts. It isn't until he sees Cas's bare chest that Dean realizes he'd half-expected him to show up with the shorts on over his pants, or else to swap out his suit for the shorts right there on the deck.
What is next to godliness
What is next to godliness (Dean/Castiel) NC17 | 500 words
Angels have victory sex too.
The beginning of wisdom (Dean/Castiel) PG13 | 1,900
Get ready to experience tingling relaxation and ease, my friend.
WITHOUT A TRACE
Distance series
A collection of longer stories and ficlets, written c. S3/S4. It has its own listing because, well... It really dominated my WaT writing for pretty much the entire time I was in the fandom.
A long time coming (Danny/Martin) R | 29,358
Not quite three years. So little time, and so much.
Every distance (Danny/Martin) NC17 | 32,374
They say everything can be replaced.
Blue river (Danny/Martin) R | 7,100
“So, have you decided yet where we’re going?” Martin asks - for the fiftieth time - from the depths of the refrigerator. Danny has been obfuscating about this endlessly, insisting on making all the arrangements, and all Martin knows is that they’re supposed to leave in ten days. “And where’d you put the creamer?”
Sons and lovers (Danny/Martin, Victor, Petra) PG/PG13 | 4,504
Door firmly shut, and Victor knew that if he tried it, he’d find it locked.
Biscayne (Danny/Martin) PG13 | 4,108
The last time Danny had gone down to Blue River, a fourteen-year-old cutting class for a few days, he and Rafi had stayed in one of the small, cheap hotels near the docks.
La familia (Danny/Martin) R | 12,467
There was this kid in Danny’s high school, Pedro. Pedro something. Gonzales maybe, a couple years older than him, a senior, but they’d been in the same chemistry class because Pedro’d had to retake it so he could graduate.
20,000+ words
The hours of instruction (Danny/Martin) NC17 | 39,223
WIP WIP WIP I'm not sure if it'll ever be finished, but eh, what the hell. Catholic boarding school AU, and I don't think anything needs to be said beyond that.
10,000-19,999 words
The technology (Danny/Martin) PG13/R | 12,188
Crossover with 'Now and Again.' There's a guy out there who looks an awful lot like Martin, and that's not a good thing.
5,000-9,999 words
It's alive! (Danny/Martin) PG13 | 8,705
Dr. von Birkenstock! Bodyswapping! Ducks!
1,000-4,999 words
Displacement (Danny/Martin) PG13 | 1,072
James "Mac" MacAvoy, aka New Tech Guy, is the target of Danny and Martin's unfortunate UST.
For thought (Danny/Martin) PG | 1,177
He thinks too much. Such men are dangerous. (Julius Caesar)
Inside-out and across (Danny/Martin) NC17 | 1,240
The few functional brain cells belonging to Danny Taylor are currently engaged in wondering if he’s gone home with the pod person clone of Martin Fitzgerald. The horny pod person clone, at that.
Like swimming (Danny/Martin) R | 2,677
Therapy. (Post-S3.)
Martin vs. the towel (Danny/Martin) NC17 | 2,275
Martin likes Danny's towels. Most of the time.
Newsprint (Danny, Martin) | 2,717
Filler/companion to 4.18, "The Road Home." Danny waits, and Martin tries.
Old brown shoe (Danny/Martin) PG | 1,136
First dates.
Scarface (Danny) R | 1,695
I always tell the truth, even when I lie.
Sons (Danny, Victor) PG13 | 2,154
Post-ep. for 4.01, "Showdown."
Suffering children (Danny, Martin) R |
1,351
Hard case. (References to child abuse and neglect.)
100-999 words (not exhaustive)
Down, down (Danny, Martin) | 686
Down, down. Twelve floors down to the street and the elevator is too small for himself and his thoughts, the tension of the day and the fear of the night.
Forms (Danny/Martin) PG | 999
He doesn’t really go in for birthdays now and hasn’t in a while.
If I had a boat (Danny, Martin )PG | 893
What would you like to be when you grow up?
Off time (Danny/Martin) PG | 808
The first time Martin had come over for dinner, Danny had tried to persuade Martin into the living room with a glass of water and an order to find something on the TV. It didn't work.
Walking, wounded (Danny, Martin) PG | 502
Wordless after one last reassurance that goes unheard, he watches Danny go and is grateful for the cane and the wall, the two last things in the world to hold him up. (Companion to 4.02).
Mini-series/sequelae
Concerning Boys
Concerning boys (Viv, Danny/Martin) PG | 1,847
Viv is surrounded by idiots.
Sin dirección (Danny/Martin) R/NC17 | 9,913
After the crash.
Sombra y espacio (Danny/Martin) | 3,278
It had been late by the time they’d stumbled through the door of Martin’s apartment, later still when they’d fallen into bed, too tired almost to do anything but pull off clothes and crawl under the covers. (Set after S4
XMFC
20,000+ words
The changeling (Erik/Charles; Emma Frost, Raven, Hank, others) PG13 | ~26,000 (AU) [WIP]
In 1834, the changeling Charles Xavier, friendless and dispossessed of his fortune, arrives at Ironhill Hall to tutor the two young children of the mysterious, cranky Mr. Lehnsherr. Or, the one where XMFC meets Jane Eyre meets steampunk.
The one where Erik owns an antiques shop and Charles is a professor (Erik/Charles; Raven, Moira, Hank, others) R/NC17 | ~27,000 (AU) [WIP]
Even though Charles loathed people using "I must have a genetic predisposition for X, Y, or Z" as an excuse for personal shortcomings and peccadillos - he was a professor at Columbia and a well-respected researcher in the field, he couldn't not get riled about scientific inaccuracy - he suspected the Xavier family had a strong expression of the gene responsible for squirreling away every random object that came across their paths.
1,000-4,999 words
A café of one's own (Erik/Charles; Mary and Edith Crawley) G | 2,910
Mary writes, Edith races, and Charles and Erik are going to change the world. [There is no excuse for this, I'm sorry.]
The game of the century (Erik/Charles; Raven) PG13 | 3,041
"Well, obviously Erik isn't 'just anyone,'" Charles said dryly. "He's a valuable ally - somewhat unstable, admittedly, but it just means we need to work harder to keep him happy and keep him from kiting off on some insane, revenge-related activity."
Mini-series/sequelae
Extended Jam
1969. The fight for civil rights is on, and mutants are in the thick of it. Charles and Erik are trying to finish their degrees, but dissertations take a backseat to more important things.
Slight return (Erik/Charles) NC17 | 15,732
In which Charles only thinks he's only getting a lift to a conference, and Erik has other ideas.
The future's uncertain (and the end is always near) (Erik/Charles; Raven, Hank, Moira, Emma, others) NC17 | 21,0009
Mid-August 1969, involving Erik, Charles, Raven, Moira, Hank, and Darwin and a VW Bus. And a small music festival in upstate New York called Woodstock.