Random rollcall of recs!
SG1 The Dirt of Sowing and Reaping
In case you’re new around here (Hello, drinks to the left of you, bathroom to the right, attic in the basement, I’m afraid that’s not a unicorn, it’s a horse wearing a cornetto, very nice to meet you, do take a seat.), you may have noticed my thing for threesomes. This show may very well be where it started. This fic, this epic, plotty, apocalptofic, handles it perfectly, along with painting a vivid backdrop and creating a believable OC. This summary does not do its complexity and beauty justice, suffice to say this kind of thing is the reason I cannot give up on fandom.
"Well, I've seen you naked-"
"Me, too," Sam interjected, words indistinct, muffled against Jack's shoulder.
"-and nobody's saluted you in awhile, so whose call is it, really?"
"-sir," Sam finished, balancing on the line between respect and irony.
Jack said nothing, his fingers tight as a vice on Daniel's arm.
Firefly/SG1 the sound of one hand clapping
The one where Wash is ascended. Which is exactly what it sounds like, and makes me so happy I could cry, and now I’m crying, oh man, there’s tears all on my key board. Just read it. *sobs*
Oma’s tried explaining it more than once, but secretly Wash thinks someone known as Mother Nature isn’t really in the business of telling anyone not to interfere in anything.
On the other hand, she wields lightning bolts, so Wash won’t be telling her what he really thinks any time soon.
Firefly/BtVS Five First Times For Faith (on a Firefly)
Sweet, sweet, brilliant femslash. Faith in any circumstances is pure glee, and stuck on a spaceship like Serenity? Of course she settles right in, seduces everyone and becomes part of the crew.
It's why Faith crawls up behind her in the engine room late at night, breathing quietly down her neck as she stares into the core, hips gently rotating until that cute ass pushes back.
And the MACHO remix: He's in the galley one day, leaning up to look for coffee in the usual compartment, when a hand grabs his ass, gives a possessive squeeze. He turns around to see Faith looking more than a little impressed; gives an embarrassed cough, hoping she won't force a stern rebuke.
Dr Who/X-Files The Flexible Concept of Tomorrow
or
Five Times Donna Noble Remembers Meeting That Bloke With The Stupid Name (And One Time She Doesn't)
or
Five Times Fox Mulder Remembers Meeting That Other Redhead (And One Time He Doesn't)
Mulder and Donna, being awkward and awesome and timey-winey. Sort of but not really a fix-it, for Journey’s End but also the entire X-Files extravaganza. Lovely, hopeful and truthy.
"As if I’m going to forget a name like yours," she says. "I mean, seriously - Fox? What were your parents thinking? Child abuse, that is."
"We’ve met before?"
Trojan War/Good Omens The Most Beautiful Girl in the World
I think I would feel better about wars if Crowley was behind them. Even if he doesn’t know it.
After a while he ostentatiously stroked Crowley's leg, but Crowley decided he wasn't in the mood to provide protective colouration.
'Hands off,' he said. 'You just want to cruelly toy with my affections, and then you'd call her name out at an inopportune moment and embarrass both of us.'
Good Omens Slouching, forever
This is incredibly powerful and terrifying and stunning and somehow sounds exactly like the Gaiman/Pratchett voice (Pratchman?), all in under 900 words.
"Free will." They strode across the field together, just another angel and demon out for a stroll on a hot summer's day. "He chose, well, this." Aziraphale gestured airily around the field, leading with the wrist and somehow managing to include all of Tadfield.
PotC Under Borrowed Colors
Strictly speaking, this is Will/Jack/Elizabeth, in that order, but it’s also a beautiful post AWE story about forgiveness and real long distance relationships and the ubiquity of love. And Jack.
It was hard to hold on to his anger in the face of Jack's presence. Jack was so very. . .Jack, and blaming him seemed like begrudging a hurricane for the destruction it wrought. Besides, there was something to be said for having a companion who wasn't addled from years under Davy Jones' command or cowed by Will's authority as captain. And most importantly, Jack knew Elizabeth and was willing to wile away the watches on endless reminiscences and speculation of what her life might be like.
SGA Learning to Breath
Because it made John/Atlantis my new OTP.
Sometimes he presses his palm to the walls and becomes part of the song. The wall lights up in colors he's never seen before-- shades of milky white and fleshy peach. The vibrations pulse through his fingers, up his arm, down his torso, making him hard. He closes his eyes and listens to the city's hushed negotiations: what it can give, what it wants in return. This should sound wrong, should sound alien, but it doesn't; his whole life, he has been a key without a lock.
House/SGA The Mathletes Verse So, picture Rodney McKay in high school. Got that? Now, Gregory House in high school. Kinda similar, but also distinct, right? Similar enough they would hang out, and different enough they would strike sparks off each other. It’d be awesome and funny and sort of sweet while being utterly obnoxious, right? Now add sex. And that is why I love the mathlete verse.
"Do you always talk this much? Or are you just trying to impress me? Sorry, but I already have a date for the prom."
Rodney waves a hand a rolls his eyes. "Doubtful. You've been here for one day and the prom isn't for another seven months. I know for a fact that people don't start planning until about five months in advance unless they're already going out. Plus, you're weird. No one would say yes. Also, don't flatter yourself. I really do talk this much all the time. And anyway, like I would ever go to the prom."
SGA/Project Runway John Sheppard's Guide to Surviving Project Runway
AU, and crack, but such perfect in-character, the-team-together crack, with delightful accents of John/Rodney. And awesome outfits!
Sure, he's forty-one, and supposed to be past scoring points off his father's discomfort, but Patrick Sheppard's a son-of-a-bitch and John's okay with the fact that he never progressed (emotionally) past the age of thirteen.
Plus he's a badass with a pair of pinking shears.
The Godfather Raised by Wolves
READ IT. When I saw this, I was all “Godfather fic? Really? OK, whatever,” and then it BLEW ME AWAY WITH UTTER BRILLIANCE. Hollycomb ships, and writes very well, Sonny/Tom, something I never would have considered, but now seems ridiculously obvious. This is a future AU, so Sonny and Fredo are still around, and Michael is legit (but still kinda crazy) and if you don’t know what I’m talking about, I just feel sorry for you. I know everyone talks about these movies as classics and whatnot, but they really actually are. Just like this story. Utterly classic.
"Of course you have," Sonny says, pinching Tom's cheek. Tom goes hot around his collar, wishing Sonny wouldn't do things like that in front of their brothers, though he always has and it doesn't mean anything to the casual observer. The truth about his relationship with Sonny is the most closely guarded secret of his life, and he's always had a lot of things to hide, usually on behalf of other people. This segreto is his, and he's obsessively careful with it, though Sonny undoes his precautions by smacking his ass too frequently in public.
King Kong/Godzilla Springtime in Paris
That is not just the crossover, it is also the pairing. Yes, really. This is beautiful, and requires no great knowledge of the vasty and varied cannon (in my mind, they look like the 2005 Kong and the 1962 Gojira) and it’s in Paris, so y’know. It’s romantic.
For he looked at him, and it was if his worries were measured, assessed, and then dismissed in that moment. “It's in our nature,” that gaze seemed to say, “To destroy and to eat and to live! Forget these petty concerns, and let me show you.”
Or perhaps that gaze said nothing, and that was all in the hopes of his heart.
Skyhooks RPF For Every Chase, A Steeple SKYHOOKS! SKYHOOKS RPF! If you are unaware of Skyhooks, that probably makes sense. As much as I love them, Aussie glam bands of the 70’s don’t get a lot of press. But when I was between the ages of six and twelve, my nanny used to drive us to Trundle every Easter, rocking out to EGO IS NOT A DIRTY WORD for the full five hours. And then pieces wrote beautiful, tender utterly Australian 70’s glam scene RPF I kind of want to believe. Oh, Red.
The groupies blame the lack of face time with the two leads on their never-seen girlfriends, "those stupid cows". A couple of girls kinda know - or at the very least, kinda suspect - it's a code of conduct between the backdoor girls that keeps secrets secret, even when it's under ten degrees in St Kilda and they'd been waiting after the show for hours, only to be passed by in the blur of a red velvet cape.
In case you’re new around here (Hello, drinks to the left of you, bathroom to the right, attic in the basement, I’m afraid that’s not a unicorn, it’s a horse wearing a cornetto, very nice to meet you, do take a seat.), you may have noticed my thing for threesomes. This show may very well be where it started. This fic, this epic, plotty, apocalptofic, handles it perfectly, along with painting a vivid backdrop and creating a believable OC. This summary does not do its complexity and beauty justice, suffice to say this kind of thing is the reason I cannot give up on fandom.
"Well, I've seen you naked-"
"Me, too," Sam interjected, words indistinct, muffled against Jack's shoulder.
"-and nobody's saluted you in awhile, so whose call is it, really?"
"-sir," Sam finished, balancing on the line between respect and irony.
Jack said nothing, his fingers tight as a vice on Daniel's arm.
Firefly/SG1 the sound of one hand clapping
The one where Wash is ascended. Which is exactly what it sounds like, and makes me so happy I could cry, and now I’m crying, oh man, there’s tears all on my key board. Just read it. *sobs*
Oma’s tried explaining it more than once, but secretly Wash thinks someone known as Mother Nature isn’t really in the business of telling anyone not to interfere in anything.
On the other hand, she wields lightning bolts, so Wash won’t be telling her what he really thinks any time soon.
Firefly/BtVS Five First Times For Faith (on a Firefly)
Sweet, sweet, brilliant femslash. Faith in any circumstances is pure glee, and stuck on a spaceship like Serenity? Of course she settles right in, seduces everyone and becomes part of the crew.
It's why Faith crawls up behind her in the engine room late at night, breathing quietly down her neck as she stares into the core, hips gently rotating until that cute ass pushes back.
And the MACHO remix: He's in the galley one day, leaning up to look for coffee in the usual compartment, when a hand grabs his ass, gives a possessive squeeze. He turns around to see Faith looking more than a little impressed; gives an embarrassed cough, hoping she won't force a stern rebuke.
Dr Who/X-Files The Flexible Concept of Tomorrow
or
Five Times Donna Noble Remembers Meeting That Bloke With The Stupid Name (And One Time She Doesn't)
or
Five Times Fox Mulder Remembers Meeting That Other Redhead (And One Time He Doesn't)
Mulder and Donna, being awkward and awesome and timey-winey. Sort of but not really a fix-it, for Journey’s End but also the entire X-Files extravaganza. Lovely, hopeful and truthy.
"As if I’m going to forget a name like yours," she says. "I mean, seriously - Fox? What were your parents thinking? Child abuse, that is."
"We’ve met before?"
Trojan War/Good Omens The Most Beautiful Girl in the World
I think I would feel better about wars if Crowley was behind them. Even if he doesn’t know it.
After a while he ostentatiously stroked Crowley's leg, but Crowley decided he wasn't in the mood to provide protective colouration.
'Hands off,' he said. 'You just want to cruelly toy with my affections, and then you'd call her name out at an inopportune moment and embarrass both of us.'
Good Omens Slouching, forever
This is incredibly powerful and terrifying and stunning and somehow sounds exactly like the Gaiman/Pratchett voice (Pratchman?), all in under 900 words.
"Free will." They strode across the field together, just another angel and demon out for a stroll on a hot summer's day. "He chose, well, this." Aziraphale gestured airily around the field, leading with the wrist and somehow managing to include all of Tadfield.
PotC Under Borrowed Colors
Strictly speaking, this is Will/Jack/Elizabeth, in that order, but it’s also a beautiful post AWE story about forgiveness and real long distance relationships and the ubiquity of love. And Jack.
It was hard to hold on to his anger in the face of Jack's presence. Jack was so very. . .Jack, and blaming him seemed like begrudging a hurricane for the destruction it wrought. Besides, there was something to be said for having a companion who wasn't addled from years under Davy Jones' command or cowed by Will's authority as captain. And most importantly, Jack knew Elizabeth and was willing to wile away the watches on endless reminiscences and speculation of what her life might be like.
SGA Learning to Breath
Because it made John/Atlantis my new OTP.
Sometimes he presses his palm to the walls and becomes part of the song. The wall lights up in colors he's never seen before-- shades of milky white and fleshy peach. The vibrations pulse through his fingers, up his arm, down his torso, making him hard. He closes his eyes and listens to the city's hushed negotiations: what it can give, what it wants in return. This should sound wrong, should sound alien, but it doesn't; his whole life, he has been a key without a lock.
House/SGA The Mathletes Verse So, picture Rodney McKay in high school. Got that? Now, Gregory House in high school. Kinda similar, but also distinct, right? Similar enough they would hang out, and different enough they would strike sparks off each other. It’d be awesome and funny and sort of sweet while being utterly obnoxious, right? Now add sex. And that is why I love the mathlete verse.
"Do you always talk this much? Or are you just trying to impress me? Sorry, but I already have a date for the prom."
Rodney waves a hand a rolls his eyes. "Doubtful. You've been here for one day and the prom isn't for another seven months. I know for a fact that people don't start planning until about five months in advance unless they're already going out. Plus, you're weird. No one would say yes. Also, don't flatter yourself. I really do talk this much all the time. And anyway, like I would ever go to the prom."
SGA/Project Runway John Sheppard's Guide to Surviving Project Runway
AU, and crack, but such perfect in-character, the-team-together crack, with delightful accents of John/Rodney. And awesome outfits!
Sure, he's forty-one, and supposed to be past scoring points off his father's discomfort, but Patrick Sheppard's a son-of-a-bitch and John's okay with the fact that he never progressed (emotionally) past the age of thirteen.
Plus he's a badass with a pair of pinking shears.
The Godfather Raised by Wolves
READ IT. When I saw this, I was all “Godfather fic? Really? OK, whatever,” and then it BLEW ME AWAY WITH UTTER BRILLIANCE. Hollycomb ships, and writes very well, Sonny/Tom, something I never would have considered, but now seems ridiculously obvious. This is a future AU, so Sonny and Fredo are still around, and Michael is legit (but still kinda crazy) and if you don’t know what I’m talking about, I just feel sorry for you. I know everyone talks about these movies as classics and whatnot, but they really actually are. Just like this story. Utterly classic.
"Of course you have," Sonny says, pinching Tom's cheek. Tom goes hot around his collar, wishing Sonny wouldn't do things like that in front of their brothers, though he always has and it doesn't mean anything to the casual observer. The truth about his relationship with Sonny is the most closely guarded secret of his life, and he's always had a lot of things to hide, usually on behalf of other people. This segreto is his, and he's obsessively careful with it, though Sonny undoes his precautions by smacking his ass too frequently in public.
King Kong/Godzilla Springtime in Paris
That is not just the crossover, it is also the pairing. Yes, really. This is beautiful, and requires no great knowledge of the vasty and varied cannon (in my mind, they look like the 2005 Kong and the 1962 Gojira) and it’s in Paris, so y’know. It’s romantic.
For he looked at him, and it was if his worries were measured, assessed, and then dismissed in that moment. “It's in our nature,” that gaze seemed to say, “To destroy and to eat and to live! Forget these petty concerns, and let me show you.”
Or perhaps that gaze said nothing, and that was all in the hopes of his heart.
Skyhooks RPF For Every Chase, A Steeple SKYHOOKS! SKYHOOKS RPF! If you are unaware of Skyhooks, that probably makes sense. As much as I love them, Aussie glam bands of the 70’s don’t get a lot of press. But when I was between the ages of six and twelve, my nanny used to drive us to Trundle every Easter, rocking out to EGO IS NOT A DIRTY WORD for the full five hours. And then pieces wrote beautiful, tender utterly Australian 70’s glam scene RPF I kind of want to believe. Oh, Red.
The groupies blame the lack of face time with the two leads on their never-seen girlfriends, "those stupid cows". A couple of girls kinda know - or at the very least, kinda suspect - it's a code of conduct between the backdoor girls that keeps secrets secret, even when it's under ten degrees in St Kilda and they'd been waiting after the show for hours, only to be passed by in the blur of a red velvet cape.