You're So Beautiful, With An Edge And A Charm.
So I had a dream that Tony Stark and I were getting naked dating, but his kids kept interrupting us for various reasons, most of them having to do with them not liking me very much. Cock-blocked by Tony Stark's non-existent kids in a dream. Oh, the shame. They would've never done that to Pepper or Steve, is all I'm saying.
So recs! I has them.
Suits
templemarker wrote Unobstructed Views, a tag to the mock trial episode wherein Harvey goes to get drunk in a bar and ends up making a good mistake with Mike.
Mike hesitated, but squared his shoulders and called over the bartender. "Um, what do you have on draught?" he asked, stealing a glance at Harvey, who was suppressing a sigh. After the bartender reeled off her list, Mike gave her one of his patented women-and-small-children-charming smiles and ordered Maker's on the rocks instead.
Harvey shot a glance to him, to find Mike looking straight at him, clear-eyed. "Yes, I listened to your twenty-minute rant on appropriate drinking choices," Mike said, the ghost of a smile hovering around his mouth. "I may not be able to repeat it verbatim, but I do recall the third of it you devoted to whiskey and scotch."
"Of course that's what you chose to listen to," Harvey observed, raising his glass to his lips again.
Hot sex, solid characterization, and some really wonderful insight into Harvey's tricky brain, which was needed after that episode. I need to go read all of her stuff because she's a fabulous author.
meeks00 wrote Ex Facie, a story about Harvey noticing all the things that make up Mike and how he manages to slip past all of Harvey's defenses.
People don’t usually touch items so obviously on display, especially ones with easily wearable autographs scrawled across their surfaces - ones that are therefore clearly very expensive.
Harvey’s associate, however, always manages to find a way around Donna’s front desk security detail and into Harvey’s office, where he touches things, with his bare hands, without asking.
The last time Mike touched his things (a signed baseball), Harvey fired him. Of course, Mike had been high at the time, which was the main reason for dismissal, and the circumstances thereafter dictated his being rehired, but still - fired.
Mike really should have learned by now, after that incident and Harvey’s subsequent confrontation with Louis, that Harvey’s things are his and no one else’s to mess around with.
But now, as Harvey eyes the basketball Mike is attempting (and failing) to spin on a forefinger, he understands that not only is Mike’s thing not reading people, it’s also being touchy.
matchsticks_p wrote Ars Dictaminis, a gorgeous story about Mike and Trevor and Trevor's random e-mails to Harvey, who can't figure out why he's getting them.
There's nothing whatsoever to indicate why Harvey needed to know any of that about Trevor's life in any detail. He scrolls up again to check the email header, and sees that it's actually sent to Mike and BCCed to him. So Trevor wants Harvey to know that he and Mike are keeping in touch, then. Maybe it's a power move, to show how Trevor's still in Mike's life even though he's in Montana and nothing Harvey can do can tear them asunder. Or whatever.
Harvey rolls his eyes and deletes the email. It's embarrassing that he knows someone like Trevor even tangentially. He thinks about blocking the sender, but Mike's bad habits have a history of coming back to bite them in the ass and it's a better idea to keep tabs on Trevor in case he ever needs to contact him.
It takes him longer than it should to forget all about the email, though.
Fantastic characterization, beautiful writing, and it explores Harvey's feelings for Mike and Trevor's feelings for Mike in a way that just makes me happy. Not quite Harvey/Mike, but maybe the start of it. Go read it, you won't be sorry you did.
cascades wrote Your World Might Explode, hot porn about Harvey planning how to get Mike to fuck him when Mike doesn't even know how much Harvey wants it.
The first time Harvey got down on his knees, spread Mike’s thighs, and unzipped his fly with intent, Mike was so surprised he came before Harvey could even get his dick out of his underwear. Mike blushed and tried to apologize, but Harvey, after he wore out the smirks and the good-natured ribbing and the self-congratulations, assured him he thought it was hot, and proceeded to take him over the arm of the couch until he came again, keening and pleading.
“What the - fuck? Fuck. Oh shit Harvey, I can’t believe you’re going to suck my… suck me - fuck, fuck, fuck, Harvey,” is the mess of words, not one single complete sentence, Mike babbled during that first short-lived blowjob. Harvey laid a hand over Mike’s bulge and licked his lips, wet them deliberately as he rubbed Mike through his boxers, a precursor to the main event - except it turned out Mike didn’t need any more working up; just the sight, or perhaps just the mere thought that Harvey was going to go down on him was enough to make Mike come undone. It’s a very vivid memory of Harvey’s: Mike’s cock twitching under his hand, wetness rapidly spreading beneath his palm; the way Mike’s slim hips jerked and the sounds he made, choked-off and messy, as orgasm caught him completely by surprise.
Harvey gets (a little more than) a little hot under the collar every time he thinks about it.
Hot and funny and sweet. Of course, this being Suits, it's more than just porn, thanks to some really good dialogue and characterization, but this is never a bad thing. Go read it.
The Eagle
vixys wrote The Sunshine Lies, a gorgeous, heartbreaking story of Marcus and Esca rebuilding their lives after their farm is burnt down and Esca is left for dead.
Marcus staggers forward, half a pace. He can barely stand; he feels sick. Somewhere in the back of his mind he registers that there are no horses in the paddock - but, right now, he’s distracted. Through the farmhouse door, open and vulnerable, only a handful of strides away, he can see flames, bright and red and angry, licking at the doorframe. Their home is on fire, ablaze.
“Oh,” he says, and pitches forward, empties his stomach into the grass.
The world blurs to blue and green. He forces himself forward, stumbling steps that slowly form themselves into a shambling run. It’s like he’s drunk too much, blood-wine staining his fingertips - and he almost crashes into the doorframe, the heat of the fire burning his face, legs shaking, head throbbing. He needs to put it out, run to the well, find water, quench - but he can’t, he can’t, because the blaze is too hot and his eyes are running with the smoke. The fire has its hold: the thick-legged oaken table is ash; the skins and books and rugs are nothing more than a memory.
Marcus chokes, falls back. Smoke stains his cheeks. He can barely keep his eyes open, barely think. He needs to sleep, just fall into bed, curl up with Esca at his side, sleep, dead to the world-
Esca.
I didn't rec it before because it wasn't completed, but now it has been, and you should all read it. She does breath-taking things with language and imagery, and I teared up a lot throughout the story. Her Marcus and Esca are so painfully in love with each other, even if they never say the words out loud; every emotion for each other is written on their faces and their skin, and this story brings it all to the surface.
If you've been following the Eagle kinkmeme, you'll have probably already read about the AU where Esca is an underground fighter and Marcus is the undercover cop who is trying to take down the men in charge of this fight ring. Well, planejane has cleaned everything up and posted it, and it's such an amazing, epic story. Fighter is totally worth reading again and again.
Craddock slid his hands across the table and closed one around the fist Marcus had around the gun. “It’s going to be hard, pretending to be someone else.” He rubbed his thumb over Marcus’s skin. Marcus tried to ignore it.
“I’m not really going to be pretending to be someone else. I’m going to be me in a different life, as if I’d taken a different fork in the road.”
“Some people might say that’s a dangerous way to look at it.”
“And if that’s all the danger I put myself in, I’d say I got lucky.”
Craddock sighed and stared in earnest. His eyes were desperately blue, even under the fluorescent strip light. “Don’t forget your old friend, Craddock, in your new life. I’ll be down there every few months for you.”
“I know.” His old friend: they’d once been more than that and the memory of it still stung. However, that was the past, and now a new chapter in his life beckoned.
It's a long, plotty read, so if you decide to give it a chance, get a cuppa and be prepared to lose a few days reading it. It's beautiful and raw and painful at times, but always worthwhile and so satisfying.
I don't know if I've recced this before (I can't find it anywhere in my journal, so I doubt it), but theswearingkind wrote that AU for the most recent Eagle vid that bachaboska made: Hold With Those Who Favor Fire, the beginning of a story where Marcus is ten years old and the world is ending because his best friend, Esca, is moving away.
Esca's footsteps sound quick coming up the stairs outside Marcus's door. Marcus doesn't know if that means he's in a hurry or if he's just being Esca - Esca always moves fast, faster than Marcus, but Marcus is taller and not so skinny; Esca's small for his age. If he and Marcus weren't friends, Marcus thinks Esca probably would have gotten roughed up more - skinny, short, the dancing boy. But none of the other kids want to mess with Marcus's friend. They don't want to mess with Marcus.
Marcus's door is cracked, some weird space between not-quite-open and not-quite-shut. His mum doesn’t like it when it’s shut, but if Marcus leaves it just a little cracked, she’ll usually at least pretend to knock first. Esca doesn't bother to knock, though. Esca never knocks. Normally he bursts in, more energy in his little finger than Marcus has in his whole body, but today he just walks in like a normal person, a little quiet, shoulders hunched, hands shoved in the pockets of his jacket. His face is wind-stung, like he's been outside all day, and it looks weird next to his not-red, not-brown hair.
"Hi, Marcus," he says, a little breathless, awkward, familiar smile stretching out his face.
I am pretty much in love with this AU. It made me weep like the big baby I am, but it's beautiful and sad and you can feel Marcus's loss as keenly as if it were your own. If you read it, tell her she's fantastic. And beg her to write more in this universe because that vid was brilliant and this story does it justice.
All right, I'm off to have lunch and then finish up season one of Teen Wolf. And then possibly make the goddamn Derek/Jackson fanmix that's demanding to exist, ever since I woke up with Sarah McLachlan's Building A Mystery playing in my head. What is my life?
This entry was originally posted at Dreamwidth. Please comment anywhere you feel has the best icons to use to dazzle me. I'm really easy.
So recs! I has them.
Suits
templemarker wrote Unobstructed Views, a tag to the mock trial episode wherein Harvey goes to get drunk in a bar and ends up making a good mistake with Mike.
Mike hesitated, but squared his shoulders and called over the bartender. "Um, what do you have on draught?" he asked, stealing a glance at Harvey, who was suppressing a sigh. After the bartender reeled off her list, Mike gave her one of his patented women-and-small-children-charming smiles and ordered Maker's on the rocks instead.
Harvey shot a glance to him, to find Mike looking straight at him, clear-eyed. "Yes, I listened to your twenty-minute rant on appropriate drinking choices," Mike said, the ghost of a smile hovering around his mouth. "I may not be able to repeat it verbatim, but I do recall the third of it you devoted to whiskey and scotch."
"Of course that's what you chose to listen to," Harvey observed, raising his glass to his lips again.
Hot sex, solid characterization, and some really wonderful insight into Harvey's tricky brain, which was needed after that episode. I need to go read all of her stuff because she's a fabulous author.
meeks00 wrote Ex Facie, a story about Harvey noticing all the things that make up Mike and how he manages to slip past all of Harvey's defenses.
People don’t usually touch items so obviously on display, especially ones with easily wearable autographs scrawled across their surfaces - ones that are therefore clearly very expensive.
Harvey’s associate, however, always manages to find a way around Donna’s front desk security detail and into Harvey’s office, where he touches things, with his bare hands, without asking.
The last time Mike touched his things (a signed baseball), Harvey fired him. Of course, Mike had been high at the time, which was the main reason for dismissal, and the circumstances thereafter dictated his being rehired, but still - fired.
Mike really should have learned by now, after that incident and Harvey’s subsequent confrontation with Louis, that Harvey’s things are his and no one else’s to mess around with.
But now, as Harvey eyes the basketball Mike is attempting (and failing) to spin on a forefinger, he understands that not only is Mike’s thing not reading people, it’s also being touchy.
matchsticks_p wrote Ars Dictaminis, a gorgeous story about Mike and Trevor and Trevor's random e-mails to Harvey, who can't figure out why he's getting them.
There's nothing whatsoever to indicate why Harvey needed to know any of that about Trevor's life in any detail. He scrolls up again to check the email header, and sees that it's actually sent to Mike and BCCed to him. So Trevor wants Harvey to know that he and Mike are keeping in touch, then. Maybe it's a power move, to show how Trevor's still in Mike's life even though he's in Montana and nothing Harvey can do can tear them asunder. Or whatever.
Harvey rolls his eyes and deletes the email. It's embarrassing that he knows someone like Trevor even tangentially. He thinks about blocking the sender, but Mike's bad habits have a history of coming back to bite them in the ass and it's a better idea to keep tabs on Trevor in case he ever needs to contact him.
It takes him longer than it should to forget all about the email, though.
Fantastic characterization, beautiful writing, and it explores Harvey's feelings for Mike and Trevor's feelings for Mike in a way that just makes me happy. Not quite Harvey/Mike, but maybe the start of it. Go read it, you won't be sorry you did.
cascades wrote Your World Might Explode, hot porn about Harvey planning how to get Mike to fuck him when Mike doesn't even know how much Harvey wants it.
The first time Harvey got down on his knees, spread Mike’s thighs, and unzipped his fly with intent, Mike was so surprised he came before Harvey could even get his dick out of his underwear. Mike blushed and tried to apologize, but Harvey, after he wore out the smirks and the good-natured ribbing and the self-congratulations, assured him he thought it was hot, and proceeded to take him over the arm of the couch until he came again, keening and pleading.
“What the - fuck? Fuck. Oh shit Harvey, I can’t believe you’re going to suck my… suck me - fuck, fuck, fuck, Harvey,” is the mess of words, not one single complete sentence, Mike babbled during that first short-lived blowjob. Harvey laid a hand over Mike’s bulge and licked his lips, wet them deliberately as he rubbed Mike through his boxers, a precursor to the main event - except it turned out Mike didn’t need any more working up; just the sight, or perhaps just the mere thought that Harvey was going to go down on him was enough to make Mike come undone. It’s a very vivid memory of Harvey’s: Mike’s cock twitching under his hand, wetness rapidly spreading beneath his palm; the way Mike’s slim hips jerked and the sounds he made, choked-off and messy, as orgasm caught him completely by surprise.
Harvey gets (a little more than) a little hot under the collar every time he thinks about it.
Hot and funny and sweet. Of course, this being Suits, it's more than just porn, thanks to some really good dialogue and characterization, but this is never a bad thing. Go read it.
The Eagle
vixys wrote The Sunshine Lies, a gorgeous, heartbreaking story of Marcus and Esca rebuilding their lives after their farm is burnt down and Esca is left for dead.
Marcus staggers forward, half a pace. He can barely stand; he feels sick. Somewhere in the back of his mind he registers that there are no horses in the paddock - but, right now, he’s distracted. Through the farmhouse door, open and vulnerable, only a handful of strides away, he can see flames, bright and red and angry, licking at the doorframe. Their home is on fire, ablaze.
“Oh,” he says, and pitches forward, empties his stomach into the grass.
The world blurs to blue and green. He forces himself forward, stumbling steps that slowly form themselves into a shambling run. It’s like he’s drunk too much, blood-wine staining his fingertips - and he almost crashes into the doorframe, the heat of the fire burning his face, legs shaking, head throbbing. He needs to put it out, run to the well, find water, quench - but he can’t, he can’t, because the blaze is too hot and his eyes are running with the smoke. The fire has its hold: the thick-legged oaken table is ash; the skins and books and rugs are nothing more than a memory.
Marcus chokes, falls back. Smoke stains his cheeks. He can barely keep his eyes open, barely think. He needs to sleep, just fall into bed, curl up with Esca at his side, sleep, dead to the world-
Esca.
I didn't rec it before because it wasn't completed, but now it has been, and you should all read it. She does breath-taking things with language and imagery, and I teared up a lot throughout the story. Her Marcus and Esca are so painfully in love with each other, even if they never say the words out loud; every emotion for each other is written on their faces and their skin, and this story brings it all to the surface.
If you've been following the Eagle kinkmeme, you'll have probably already read about the AU where Esca is an underground fighter and Marcus is the undercover cop who is trying to take down the men in charge of this fight ring. Well, planejane has cleaned everything up and posted it, and it's such an amazing, epic story. Fighter is totally worth reading again and again.
Craddock slid his hands across the table and closed one around the fist Marcus had around the gun. “It’s going to be hard, pretending to be someone else.” He rubbed his thumb over Marcus’s skin. Marcus tried to ignore it.
“I’m not really going to be pretending to be someone else. I’m going to be me in a different life, as if I’d taken a different fork in the road.”
“Some people might say that’s a dangerous way to look at it.”
“And if that’s all the danger I put myself in, I’d say I got lucky.”
Craddock sighed and stared in earnest. His eyes were desperately blue, even under the fluorescent strip light. “Don’t forget your old friend, Craddock, in your new life. I’ll be down there every few months for you.”
“I know.” His old friend: they’d once been more than that and the memory of it still stung. However, that was the past, and now a new chapter in his life beckoned.
It's a long, plotty read, so if you decide to give it a chance, get a cuppa and be prepared to lose a few days reading it. It's beautiful and raw and painful at times, but always worthwhile and so satisfying.
I don't know if I've recced this before (I can't find it anywhere in my journal, so I doubt it), but theswearingkind wrote that AU for the most recent Eagle vid that bachaboska made: Hold With Those Who Favor Fire, the beginning of a story where Marcus is ten years old and the world is ending because his best friend, Esca, is moving away.
Esca's footsteps sound quick coming up the stairs outside Marcus's door. Marcus doesn't know if that means he's in a hurry or if he's just being Esca - Esca always moves fast, faster than Marcus, but Marcus is taller and not so skinny; Esca's small for his age. If he and Marcus weren't friends, Marcus thinks Esca probably would have gotten roughed up more - skinny, short, the dancing boy. But none of the other kids want to mess with Marcus's friend. They don't want to mess with Marcus.
Marcus's door is cracked, some weird space between not-quite-open and not-quite-shut. His mum doesn’t like it when it’s shut, but if Marcus leaves it just a little cracked, she’ll usually at least pretend to knock first. Esca doesn't bother to knock, though. Esca never knocks. Normally he bursts in, more energy in his little finger than Marcus has in his whole body, but today he just walks in like a normal person, a little quiet, shoulders hunched, hands shoved in the pockets of his jacket. His face is wind-stung, like he's been outside all day, and it looks weird next to his not-red, not-brown hair.
"Hi, Marcus," he says, a little breathless, awkward, familiar smile stretching out his face.
I am pretty much in love with this AU. It made me weep like the big baby I am, but it's beautiful and sad and you can feel Marcus's loss as keenly as if it were your own. If you read it, tell her she's fantastic. And beg her to write more in this universe because that vid was brilliant and this story does it justice.
All right, I'm off to have lunch and then finish up season one of Teen Wolf. And then possibly make the goddamn Derek/Jackson fanmix that's demanding to exist, ever since I woke up with Sarah McLachlan's Building A Mystery playing in my head. What is my life?
This entry was originally posted at Dreamwidth. Please comment anywhere you feel has the best icons to use to dazzle me. I'm really easy.