Comfort Fic Recs Part 3!
So it is day 3. Are you smiling yet? If not, I understand - I just need to redouble my efforts! As for those of you who are smiling - don't stop! This is a marathon of happiness, not a sprint, so we all need to keep those smiling muscles in good condition! :o)
Heroes
Petrelli's Eleven by hackthis
AU gen, with some background Peter/Nathan PG
Nathan and Peter Petrelli are con men. No, scratch that. Calling them 'con men' makes what they do sound common and easy. What the Petrellis do is a thing of beauty. They are confidence artists. One of their colleagues once complained that they could sell bacon to a rabbi. Nathan bought that man a vintage convertible. Actually, Nathan had one of his outside contractors liberate the car from a garage where its owner wasn't appreciating it properly and then presented it to Rusty Ryan as a consolation prize for his partner becoming a guest of the State of New Jersey.
You're Hopeless 'Cause You Tell the Truth by technosage
Claire/Zach PG
"Hi, you might remember I told you I'm a genetic freak? You so do not get secrets from me."
That makes him roll his eyes, and it's kind of cute when he does that, but he's like her best friend, so she's totally not thinking that he's cute. Besides, he's gay. "It's nothing, Claire." He shrugs. "You're just...you're just really pretty, you know?"
Swinging Both Ways (And Then Some) by trollprincess
gen PG-13
He leans forward to tug Zach’s shirt down a little and lick along his collarbone, and Zach jerks backward. “Come on, man. I mean, I appreciate the attention and all, but I’m not gay.”
Danny sounds as if he’s about to choke on his own tongue.
According to Plan(Live Long and Pon Farr Remix) by marksapelli
Peter/Claire PG-13
"Hmm?" Ando asked when Hiro shrieked, but by the time he turned around, Peter's pants were back up and Claire's skirt was back down, and they just looked rumpled and flustered rather than caught red-handed at the height of pon farr. "Hiro, what are you doing down there?"
"Leaving," Hiro said, then shut his eyes and made it so.
Ducks in the Bathtub by hackthis
gen PG
At six years old, Peter is all big eyes and floppy hair, and crap, he's got mud all over his hands. "Shit," Nathan complains, losing traction for a moment before sliding to a halt mere inches from the riverbank.
If he'd gone into the water, someone would've had to die -- or at least heard about it for a very long time.
Phenomenology of a Christmas Sweater by scribblinlenore
Peter/Nathan PG
Peter opens the package and makes big, surprised eyes. "Hey, just what I wanted, the world's ugliest Christmas sweater!" He makes a production of unfurling it and holding it up, and he's not exaggerating in the least. The somewhat misshapen reindeer with its red puffball of a nose is gaudier and more horrible even than last year's fluorescent snowman. Peter honestly has no idea where Nathan finds such treasure troves of festive hideousness.
House
A Modest Proposal by ignazwisdom
House/Wilson NC-17
"I talked to Stacy," Cuddy said from behind her desk, in the pissiest of her arsenal of pissed-off voices. The evil glint in her eye was aimed directly at House. "She thinks the two of you should get married."
House cocked his head and pretended to consider the idea. "Well, I'd be okay with that. Her husband might not be, though --"
"Stacy thinks what?" Wilson spluttered.
(Also, just as an FYI - if you want the first few chapters in Chinese, it is right here!)
Idemnity by kalimyre
House/Wilson PG-13
Wilson calls House on his second day in rehab. House calls him a backstabbing son of a bitch and hangs up on him.
Wilson waits three more days before calling again.
Tracking Time by Namaste
gen PG-13
"Damn straight,” House plopped down onto the grass beside him, sucked in the damp night air. “Know when you’re licked.”
“Self awareness,” the younger man said, still panting heavily. “Is the key.”
“Unless you’ve got a good disguise.”
“So they’ll never know it’s you.”
“Then I’m all about the deception.”
House Rules by mer-duff
gen G
House hates the lab coat and the suits - he really hates the ties - but he looks past the protective colouring. He respects Wilson, but he adores Jimmy. Wilson pokes and prods him into taking care of himself, signs his prescriptions with a disapproving sigh, lends him money and pays for his lunch. Jimmy lies for him, covers for him, loses his job for him.
Jimmy plays with him.
Northern Exposure
Dostoevsky Was an Epileptic by mandysbitch
Chris/Joel PG
It's no small thing to wake up one day and find you've entered a whole new realm of desire and attraction. And if his adjustment to Cecily is anything to go by, Joel doesn't handle change well.
Baby Its Cold Outside by meletor_et_al
Joel/Don (Numb3rs/Northern Exposure Crossover) NC-17
Special Agent Don Eppes and Dr. Joel Fleischman stood still and stared at each other for a very long several seconds.
"Um. You -"
"Um, I -"
"You're bleeding."
"Yeah."
"Come … in?"
"Thanks."
Merry Christmas Dr. Fleischman by isiscolo
gen PG
"We could get you another tree. Like last year," said Ed, pointing his index finger at him. "You're a spruce man, right?"
"No, thanks. Not that I didn't appreciate it, but it's a little hard to deal with having a Christmas tree when you've been a nice Jewish boy all your life. Do you think you could let me sit in my chair now?"
the shapes of all things in the spirit by oxoniensis
Joel/Maggie PG
The street is fifteen stories below, but he can see it clearly. Dancers look up at him, identical smiling masks, but don't stop their frantic dancing around a totem pole. The carvings on the pole are familiar faces: his grandparents and parents, other family, and, strangely, at the very top, Maggie O'Connell, smiling enigmatically.
In the morning, only the absurdity of it tells him it was a dream. O'Connell has never had a Mona Lisa smile.
Numb3rs
What Happens in Vegas by dsudis
Don/Charlie NC-17
Megan strolled up, holding a glass of something bright pink with a cherry in it, and said, "You should probably go check on your brother."
Don looked toward the blackjack tables, where he'd last seen Charlie. There was a huge crowd gathered around one table now, more than big enough to hide a single math genius taking the house for everything it had. "Shit. Thanks."
Newton's Third by twoweevils
Charlie/Colby PG-13
Charlie stood ankle-deep in a kiddie pool, the nozzle of a garden hose dangling from his fingers. "Colby! I--sorry. I didn't see--you're soaked!"
"What the hell, Charlie?"
"I--it's a demonstration I'm preparing for class." Charlie dropped the hose and climbed awkwardly out of the pool. He brushed ineffectually at Colby's jacket.
Hair by dsudis
David/Colby PG-13
David stared at the ceiling for a while, his panting syncopated with Colby's quick breath against his thigh, letting his brain reassemble itself. "Hey," he said after a minute, looking down at the top of Colby's head. "You were humming again. What is that?"
Parallel Connections over Symmetric Space by Dale Edmonds
Don/Charlie R
Charlie has to go. Has to leave. "Okay," he says, and his shirt is sticking to his back, and his mouth is dry, bitter-tasting. He drank too much tonight, but he's not drunk. He's - everything is Terrybly clear and Don tilts his head and smiles, and Charlie stays.
When Don asks "You wanna watch the rest of the movie?", he stays.
Arms of the Galaxy by audrarose
gen G
Step, step, step. Tap, pause, turn. Repeat.
While Charlie walks he flexes his fingers, subtly, down at his sides. No one else would notice, probably, but Don does and he sighs.
M is for Modus Operandi by paradise_city
Colby/Charlie PG
When he gets to L.A., dusty with easy miles traveled and exhausted with bone-deep satisfaction, it's nothing like he expects.
It's nothing like he expects because it feels like home.
Brothlers by dsudis
AU Don/Charlie up to NC-17
His fingers were starting to tingle, though.
Charlie cleared his throat, lifted his head as high as he could, and said in a firm, clear voice, "Non-Euclidean."
"Hey, Charlie," said David's voice from a speaker above him, "monitor shows your client left four minutes ago."
"Yeah," Charlie said, "left me tied up. Who's free?"
And for your vid rec of the day, today is You've Got a Friend in Me by sdwolfpup. Eeee! So cute! Seriously, Deif and Fraser are total BFFs and I LOVE them for it! *beams at sdwolfpup*
Heroes
Petrelli's Eleven by hackthis
AU gen, with some background Peter/Nathan PG
Nathan and Peter Petrelli are con men. No, scratch that. Calling them 'con men' makes what they do sound common and easy. What the Petrellis do is a thing of beauty. They are confidence artists. One of their colleagues once complained that they could sell bacon to a rabbi. Nathan bought that man a vintage convertible. Actually, Nathan had one of his outside contractors liberate the car from a garage where its owner wasn't appreciating it properly and then presented it to Rusty Ryan as a consolation prize for his partner becoming a guest of the State of New Jersey.
You're Hopeless 'Cause You Tell the Truth by technosage
Claire/Zach PG
"Hi, you might remember I told you I'm a genetic freak? You so do not get secrets from me."
That makes him roll his eyes, and it's kind of cute when he does that, but he's like her best friend, so she's totally not thinking that he's cute. Besides, he's gay. "It's nothing, Claire." He shrugs. "You're just...you're just really pretty, you know?"
Swinging Both Ways (And Then Some) by trollprincess
gen PG-13
He leans forward to tug Zach’s shirt down a little and lick along his collarbone, and Zach jerks backward. “Come on, man. I mean, I appreciate the attention and all, but I’m not gay.”
Danny sounds as if he’s about to choke on his own tongue.
According to Plan(Live Long and Pon Farr Remix) by marksapelli
Peter/Claire PG-13
"Hmm?" Ando asked when Hiro shrieked, but by the time he turned around, Peter's pants were back up and Claire's skirt was back down, and they just looked rumpled and flustered rather than caught red-handed at the height of pon farr. "Hiro, what are you doing down there?"
"Leaving," Hiro said, then shut his eyes and made it so.
Ducks in the Bathtub by hackthis
gen PG
At six years old, Peter is all big eyes and floppy hair, and crap, he's got mud all over his hands. "Shit," Nathan complains, losing traction for a moment before sliding to a halt mere inches from the riverbank.
If he'd gone into the water, someone would've had to die -- or at least heard about it for a very long time.
Phenomenology of a Christmas Sweater by scribblinlenore
Peter/Nathan PG
Peter opens the package and makes big, surprised eyes. "Hey, just what I wanted, the world's ugliest Christmas sweater!" He makes a production of unfurling it and holding it up, and he's not exaggerating in the least. The somewhat misshapen reindeer with its red puffball of a nose is gaudier and more horrible even than last year's fluorescent snowman. Peter honestly has no idea where Nathan finds such treasure troves of festive hideousness.
House
A Modest Proposal by ignazwisdom
House/Wilson NC-17
"I talked to Stacy," Cuddy said from behind her desk, in the pissiest of her arsenal of pissed-off voices. The evil glint in her eye was aimed directly at House. "She thinks the two of you should get married."
House cocked his head and pretended to consider the idea. "Well, I'd be okay with that. Her husband might not be, though --"
"Stacy thinks what?" Wilson spluttered.
(Also, just as an FYI - if you want the first few chapters in Chinese, it is right here!)
Idemnity by kalimyre
House/Wilson PG-13
Wilson calls House on his second day in rehab. House calls him a backstabbing son of a bitch and hangs up on him.
Wilson waits three more days before calling again.
Tracking Time by Namaste
gen PG-13
"Damn straight,” House plopped down onto the grass beside him, sucked in the damp night air. “Know when you’re licked.”
“Self awareness,” the younger man said, still panting heavily. “Is the key.”
“Unless you’ve got a good disguise.”
“So they’ll never know it’s you.”
“Then I’m all about the deception.”
House Rules by mer-duff
gen G
House hates the lab coat and the suits - he really hates the ties - but he looks past the protective colouring. He respects Wilson, but he adores Jimmy. Wilson pokes and prods him into taking care of himself, signs his prescriptions with a disapproving sigh, lends him money and pays for his lunch. Jimmy lies for him, covers for him, loses his job for him.
Jimmy plays with him.
Northern Exposure
Dostoevsky Was an Epileptic by mandysbitch
Chris/Joel PG
It's no small thing to wake up one day and find you've entered a whole new realm of desire and attraction. And if his adjustment to Cecily is anything to go by, Joel doesn't handle change well.
Baby Its Cold Outside by meletor_et_al
Joel/Don (Numb3rs/Northern Exposure Crossover) NC-17
Special Agent Don Eppes and Dr. Joel Fleischman stood still and stared at each other for a very long several seconds.
"Um. You -"
"Um, I -"
"You're bleeding."
"Yeah."
"Come … in?"
"Thanks."
Merry Christmas Dr. Fleischman by isiscolo
gen PG
"We could get you another tree. Like last year," said Ed, pointing his index finger at him. "You're a spruce man, right?"
"No, thanks. Not that I didn't appreciate it, but it's a little hard to deal with having a Christmas tree when you've been a nice Jewish boy all your life. Do you think you could let me sit in my chair now?"
the shapes of all things in the spirit by oxoniensis
Joel/Maggie PG
The street is fifteen stories below, but he can see it clearly. Dancers look up at him, identical smiling masks, but don't stop their frantic dancing around a totem pole. The carvings on the pole are familiar faces: his grandparents and parents, other family, and, strangely, at the very top, Maggie O'Connell, smiling enigmatically.
In the morning, only the absurdity of it tells him it was a dream. O'Connell has never had a Mona Lisa smile.
Numb3rs
What Happens in Vegas by dsudis
Don/Charlie NC-17
Megan strolled up, holding a glass of something bright pink with a cherry in it, and said, "You should probably go check on your brother."
Don looked toward the blackjack tables, where he'd last seen Charlie. There was a huge crowd gathered around one table now, more than big enough to hide a single math genius taking the house for everything it had. "Shit. Thanks."
Newton's Third by twoweevils
Charlie/Colby PG-13
Charlie stood ankle-deep in a kiddie pool, the nozzle of a garden hose dangling from his fingers. "Colby! I--sorry. I didn't see--you're soaked!"
"What the hell, Charlie?"
"I--it's a demonstration I'm preparing for class." Charlie dropped the hose and climbed awkwardly out of the pool. He brushed ineffectually at Colby's jacket.
Hair by dsudis
David/Colby PG-13
David stared at the ceiling for a while, his panting syncopated with Colby's quick breath against his thigh, letting his brain reassemble itself. "Hey," he said after a minute, looking down at the top of Colby's head. "You were humming again. What is that?"
Parallel Connections over Symmetric Space by Dale Edmonds
Don/Charlie R
Charlie has to go. Has to leave. "Okay," he says, and his shirt is sticking to his back, and his mouth is dry, bitter-tasting. He drank too much tonight, but he's not drunk. He's - everything is Terrybly clear and Don tilts his head and smiles, and Charlie stays.
When Don asks "You wanna watch the rest of the movie?", he stays.
Arms of the Galaxy by audrarose
gen G
Step, step, step. Tap, pause, turn. Repeat.
While Charlie walks he flexes his fingers, subtly, down at his sides. No one else would notice, probably, but Don does and he sighs.
M is for Modus Operandi by paradise_city
Colby/Charlie PG
When he gets to L.A., dusty with easy miles traveled and exhausted with bone-deep satisfaction, it's nothing like he expects.
It's nothing like he expects because it feels like home.
Brothlers by dsudis
AU Don/Charlie up to NC-17
His fingers were starting to tingle, though.
Charlie cleared his throat, lifted his head as high as he could, and said in a firm, clear voice, "Non-Euclidean."
"Hey, Charlie," said David's voice from a speaker above him, "monitor shows your client left four minutes ago."
"Yeah," Charlie said, "left me tied up. Who's free?"
And for your vid rec of the day, today is You've Got a Friend in Me by sdwolfpup. Eeee! So cute! Seriously, Deif and Fraser are total BFFs and I LOVE them for it! *beams at sdwolfpup*