Various non-dS recs [small(er) fandoms]
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Heroes
Six Scenes from the Parkman-Suresh Household by scribblinlenore
Matt/Mohinder, PG, 2600 words, established relationship, schmoop, kidfic, humour.
There was some not-so-quiet panting, and what might have been a stifled groan, and then a softly uttered-- well, it was a word Molly wasn't supposed to say.
"God, I can't believe we actually did it." Matt sounded a little winded.
"Not bad for a first time, I'd say." Mohinder was downright smug.
Molly closed her eyes and pulled her pillow closer. Tomorrow, she could stop pretending she didn't know about the bike they'd gotten for her birthday. As long as their workmanship held up, she'd spend the whole day riding it. There was a lot to be said for having two dads, really.
It's What all the Post-Post-Modern Villains Are Wearing by hackthis
Mohinder/Sylar, Matt/Mohinder, R, 800 words, humour, wingfic.
i.
The first order of business is for Sylar to get his powers back. This powerless business is bullshit.
ii.
The second order of business is to get Mohinder back. This Mohinder-less business is even more bullshit.
iii.
Sylar doesn't like bullshit. Even Gabriel has a certain distaste for all this paperwork and recuperation and convalescence.
Stephen King's The Stand
All Your Cares Beguile by kattahj
Nick/Larry, PG, 1800 words, first time (UST). Summary: Larry and Nick have a late night talk, which leads to some revelations.
It was weird to think that Nick was actually younger than he was. Cynicism was the wrong word for it, but there was definitely a maturity about Nick that made it incredibly hard to believe that he was just 22. Maybe because he had been self-reliant for so long; if you couldn't come home to Mom when things went rough, you'd have to learn how to do it yourself. Like he was learning himself, now.
Though come to think of it, even surrounded by people, nice, caring people, Nick still kept that self-reliance. Most of them had paired up by now, or were trying hard to, but Nick didn't even seem to care. As if...
Hot Fuzz
Progress by prairiestar
Nicholas/Danny, PG-13, 3900 words, first time, angst. Summary: Nicholas finally notices something.
When Danny comes out of surgery that night, a doctor or nurse or someone finds Nicholas and lets him know that everything’s okay. He wants very much to believe it, but finds that he can’t. And so he stays in a state of tightly controlled mental crisis until the next afternoon, when Danny wakes up for a few moments and asks for a glass of water.
“How are you?” Nicholas keeps his voice low and calm.
“’M fine,” Danny mutters, and squeezes Nicholas’s hand comfortingly. Nicholas waits until Danny falls asleep again, and then slides gently out of his chair and onto the floor beside Danny’s hospital bed. He sits there, out of view of the doorway, with his head in his hands. Quietly he begins to cry, and keeps going until the tension washes out of his body and he falls asleep, too.
And Not Be Moved By You ( part 1, part 2, part 3) by ldhenson
Nicholas/Danny, R, 4593 words, first time, some angst. Summary: How can I stand here with you, and not be moved by you?
He's also abruptly aware that he's practically got his nose in Danny's ear, summer night and honeysuckle swirling around the two of them, and that he feels no particular urge to pull away. An instant later, it hits him: neither does Danny.
Him. Danny. Gunfights and car chases one minute, unpredictably perceptive and damnably patient the next.
So he lets himself go, just for the moment, and leans forward to brush his lips over Danny's ear.
Danny's gone very still, and Angel realises his partner is holding his breath; not apprehensive, only waiting. Angel moves closer, stops thinking, stops thinking, allows his lips to linger on Danny's cheek, closes his eyes.
Curse of the Cuddly Monkey! by annlarimer
Nicholas/Danny, PG, 4400 words, first time, humour. Summary: "It tasted kind of like gardening.
But wait. The chunky cowboy was back, and he'd brought a friend. A smallish, whippy fellow in oh my God a policeman's uniform! Yes! Yes!
Doctor Hatcher, the barker, did his patter again.
The cowboy -- his name was Danny, apparently -- practically vibrated with excitement.
The policeman picked up the air rifle, his expression keen and predatory, and fired.
"Good Lord," said Dr. Hatcher. And the cuddly monkey was put into Danny Butterman's arms.
The monkey was ecstatic. This is perfect! he thought. This is perfect! The closest to an innocent soul you'll ever find in a human adult. Yes! Thank you, deadly marksman. Your end will be relatively painless and swift. Relatively.
Changing Rooms by annlarimer
Nicholas/Danny, PG-13, 2500 words, first time, humour. Summary: "We could always just start with Volume 2." "That would be cheating."
Angel got up from the sofa as soon as the end credits of Volume 1 started to roll, and was currently alternating between wandering around Danny's sitting room and staring out the window. At the moon. Mooning, in fact.
No surprise to Danny. His Butterman-sense had been tingling for days. Something was up. He'd seen Nicholas go from normal -- for him -- to cranky, to wound tighter than a Betamax cassette.
For much of the week, Danny had imagined Nicholas with a little cartoon devil on one shoulder and a little cartoon angel on the other, engaged in heated debate. They'd spent a few days arguing, gone on to beat the crap out of each other with cricket bats, thoroughly exhausted themselves, and finally abandoned their perches and fucked off to the pub, leaving Nicholas guideless. (Danny had plans to immortalize them in his next flipbook. The angel would fling its halo like Xena's chakram, the devil spin its pitchfork to fend off the projectile. First, of course, he had to finish his latest, Cowboy Versus Dinosaur.)
Billy Elliot
Dancing Boys by rilla_
Billy/Michael, PG-13, 4422 words, first time/established relationship. Summary: 'I'm not aware of how I could possibly love you without aching.' - Tegan and Sara. Billy and Michael meet first when they're eighteen and then twenty-five.
It'd be a bit bloody pathetic if Michael confessed to still fancying Billy but sadly enough it's true. It's just - the image of him, the memory of him, this straight boy who shouted and swore and raged and accepted Michael for the poof he was, girls' clothes and lipstick and all. Michael's not ashamed to admit that he was a little bit in love with Billy, way back then; he is a little ashamed, though, to find that that little bit of love still resides somewhere inside of him. Maybe he should have moved on better, but he's moved on the best he could and if there's a bit of residual affection then that's life. You always stay a little bit attached to your first love, he thinks. That's just the way things go.
Firefly
Making God Laugh by puritybrown
Jayne/Simon, R, 10000 words, established relationship (sort of). Summary: Once is happenstance, twice is coincidence, but three times is... Well.
Jayne looks like he's trying hard to understand something that's just beyond his reach. "I don't get it," he says. "Life don't give nobody no guarantees. Why plan for next week when you could die tomorrow?"
"And if you don't die tomorrow?"
"Then..." Jayne shrugs. "Enjoy life while you can. It don't last forever."
"What if it did?" Jayne looks at him like he's crazy. "I mean: what if you knew you were going to live for another twenty years? What would you do then?"
Jayne stares at him. Simon thinks he can see Jayne's mind working, neurons firing, making connections that he may never have made before. "This is why I always beat you at cards," he says.
An Arrangement of Parts by ana_grrl
Jayne/Simon, NC-17, 9000 words, first time, undercover ("pretend boyfriends"). Summary: Against all odds, Simon and Jayne actually work well together.
He accepts it when Mal puts Jayne and Simon together, a secondary team on jobs that need more people, more planning.
"Simon, you got the smarts. Jayne, you got the guns." That's how Mal justifies it, even though by now Simon knows it isn't quite so straightforward. Jayne, he's learning, thinks fast in tight situations. Simon is good at planning, dealing with details. He can handle himself when things flip sideways suddenly, but Jayne is better at fast reactions.
And Jayne might be armed to the teeth - now more than ever - but Simon is increasingly handling guns with a facility he sometimes closes his eyes against.
Against all odds, he and Jayne actually work well together.
"Don't make any kinda sense," Jayne says, after they come back from their first job, laden with goods.
Little Miss Sunshine
a fucking conversation about whatever by kristiinthedark
Gen, Dwayne, Frank, PG-13, 1200 words. Summary: A fucking conversation between Dwayne and Frank about whatever.
Dwayne glares at him, but Frank keeps talking as he changes clothes. "If you ask me - which I know that you didn't, but if you did - your grandpa was right. You need to live life. Go crazy."
"Start taking heroin?" He says sarcastically.
"When you're older," Frank grins, and Dwayne can't help but grin back. "No, what I'm saying is, you need to, you know..."
"Fuck a lot of girls?"
"Exactly," Frank nods. He's quiet as he puts his suitcase neatly onto the nearby chair, and then he turns back to Dwayne. "Of course, that is if that's who you want to be, uh, fucking."
Numb3rs
What Happens in Vegas by dsudis
Don/Charlie, NC-17, 5285 words, established relationship (sort of). Summary: If there were a twelve-step program for fucking your brother, he should at least want to lock himself in the bathroom and call it right about now.
"We're not doing this, Charlie."
"Mmm," Charlie said, sounding sleepy or unconvinced, and either way the sound went straight to Don's groin. He gritted his teeth and leaned his forehead against the cool glass. "You know, I worry about your tendency to make statements that flatly contradict observed reality," Charlie murmured. "What with your job involving as much deductive reasoning as it does."
Don turned to lean his shoulder against the window, crossing his arms and squinting at Charlie. "Are you actually drunk at all, or did you just start showing off to see if you could get my attention?"
Charlie's hand rose and stabbed a pointing finger unerringly in his direction, though his eyes had slid all the way shut now. "Specious argument, false dichotomy," Charlie said. "Drunk and showing off. You gotta think outside the box, Don."
"Yeah, well, maybe I like thinking inside the box," Don muttered, scrubbing a hand over his face, telling himself he should turn away, he should get out of the room, he should do anything but stand here and listen to Charlie talk, look at Charlie lying there. He didn't move. "Why's it seem like whenever you want me to start thinking outside the box it's so I can do something illegal, or immoral, or--"
Lachesis by miriam_heddy
Charlie/Larry, NC-17, 9350 words, established relationship. Summary: "There's a story in this closet, Charles. No-" Larry held up a hand, "Anticipating, here, your objection that there's probably a story in most closets, which is certainly true. And I don't suppose mine to be particularly original."
"You were going to kiss me," he repeated, and Larry shook his head.
"No, at least I hope I wasn't. I-well, the thing I tell myself is that we both now know I didn't, and in the end, that is the important thing."
"Why didn't you?" Charlie asked, and Larry blinked several times in a row.
"Now that should be obvious, Charles. 'Virtue is free, and as a man honors or dishonors her he will have more or less of her; the responsibility is with the chooser.'"
"Which is another way of saying-"
"You were fifteen, Charlie. No, the thing that bothers me to this day-and that punching a hole in the wall did not at all help explain, not that I imagined it would, though pain does bring with it a certain undeniable clarity-is why I wanted to in the first place."
"Um… because I was cute?" Charlie offered, not expecting Larry's expression-a mix of horror and amusement.
Talking Out of School by miriam_heddy
Charlie/Larry, R, 11400 words, first time, coming out. Summary: Now, he had to protect Amita from Charles. The only question was, how?
Protect the student. If there was a Hippocratic Oath for teachers, surely that was it. Protect them from others who would keep them from learning. Protect them from themselves and their immaturity, so that they can grow and learn. Protect them from your own baser instincts, which of course meant admitting that you had such things. He took this task very seriously-as seriously as he took anything, and more seriously than he took himself. It was, perhaps, the single most important thing he believed in aside from Charles.
And yet, twice now, he'd found himself failing-first with Ron, who he had not adequately protected from Charles and the FBI, though of course, in the end, some other teacher had failed Ron first, leaving a broken man and a liar who still deserved better than he got. He sincerely hoped that Charles, now made aware of such potential conflicts of interest, would consider them carefully before sharing information about students with Federal agents who had no compunction about hassling them on the basis of very little evidence.
But Amita… now there was someone he should, by all rights, have been able to shield, though for reasons that he could admit were personal and not at all professional, he had chosen Charles's happiness above hers. It was an error he could readily admit to now, and one he was now obliged to correct. The guilt was overwhelming, and he worried he had waited entirely too long to set things to right.
Heroes
Six Scenes from the Parkman-Suresh Household by scribblinlenore
Matt/Mohinder, PG, 2600 words, established relationship, schmoop, kidfic, humour.
There was some not-so-quiet panting, and what might have been a stifled groan, and then a softly uttered-- well, it was a word Molly wasn't supposed to say.
"God, I can't believe we actually did it." Matt sounded a little winded.
"Not bad for a first time, I'd say." Mohinder was downright smug.
Molly closed her eyes and pulled her pillow closer. Tomorrow, she could stop pretending she didn't know about the bike they'd gotten for her birthday. As long as their workmanship held up, she'd spend the whole day riding it. There was a lot to be said for having two dads, really.
It's What all the Post-Post-Modern Villains Are Wearing by hackthis
Mohinder/Sylar, Matt/Mohinder, R, 800 words, humour, wingfic.
i.
The first order of business is for Sylar to get his powers back. This powerless business is bullshit.
ii.
The second order of business is to get Mohinder back. This Mohinder-less business is even more bullshit.
iii.
Sylar doesn't like bullshit. Even Gabriel has a certain distaste for all this paperwork and recuperation and convalescence.
Stephen King's The Stand
All Your Cares Beguile by kattahj
Nick/Larry, PG, 1800 words, first time (UST). Summary: Larry and Nick have a late night talk, which leads to some revelations.
It was weird to think that Nick was actually younger than he was. Cynicism was the wrong word for it, but there was definitely a maturity about Nick that made it incredibly hard to believe that he was just 22. Maybe because he had been self-reliant for so long; if you couldn't come home to Mom when things went rough, you'd have to learn how to do it yourself. Like he was learning himself, now.
Though come to think of it, even surrounded by people, nice, caring people, Nick still kept that self-reliance. Most of them had paired up by now, or were trying hard to, but Nick didn't even seem to care. As if...
Hot Fuzz
Progress by prairiestar
Nicholas/Danny, PG-13, 3900 words, first time, angst. Summary: Nicholas finally notices something.
When Danny comes out of surgery that night, a doctor or nurse or someone finds Nicholas and lets him know that everything’s okay. He wants very much to believe it, but finds that he can’t. And so he stays in a state of tightly controlled mental crisis until the next afternoon, when Danny wakes up for a few moments and asks for a glass of water.
“How are you?” Nicholas keeps his voice low and calm.
“’M fine,” Danny mutters, and squeezes Nicholas’s hand comfortingly. Nicholas waits until Danny falls asleep again, and then slides gently out of his chair and onto the floor beside Danny’s hospital bed. He sits there, out of view of the doorway, with his head in his hands. Quietly he begins to cry, and keeps going until the tension washes out of his body and he falls asleep, too.
And Not Be Moved By You ( part 1, part 2, part 3) by ldhenson
Nicholas/Danny, R, 4593 words, first time, some angst. Summary: How can I stand here with you, and not be moved by you?
He's also abruptly aware that he's practically got his nose in Danny's ear, summer night and honeysuckle swirling around the two of them, and that he feels no particular urge to pull away. An instant later, it hits him: neither does Danny.
Him. Danny. Gunfights and car chases one minute, unpredictably perceptive and damnably patient the next.
So he lets himself go, just for the moment, and leans forward to brush his lips over Danny's ear.
Danny's gone very still, and Angel realises his partner is holding his breath; not apprehensive, only waiting. Angel moves closer, stops thinking, stops thinking, allows his lips to linger on Danny's cheek, closes his eyes.
Curse of the Cuddly Monkey! by annlarimer
Nicholas/Danny, PG, 4400 words, first time, humour. Summary: "It tasted kind of like gardening.
But wait. The chunky cowboy was back, and he'd brought a friend. A smallish, whippy fellow in oh my God a policeman's uniform! Yes! Yes!
Doctor Hatcher, the barker, did his patter again.
The cowboy -- his name was Danny, apparently -- practically vibrated with excitement.
The policeman picked up the air rifle, his expression keen and predatory, and fired.
"Good Lord," said Dr. Hatcher. And the cuddly monkey was put into Danny Butterman's arms.
The monkey was ecstatic. This is perfect! he thought. This is perfect! The closest to an innocent soul you'll ever find in a human adult. Yes! Thank you, deadly marksman. Your end will be relatively painless and swift. Relatively.
Changing Rooms by annlarimer
Nicholas/Danny, PG-13, 2500 words, first time, humour. Summary: "We could always just start with Volume 2." "That would be cheating."
Angel got up from the sofa as soon as the end credits of Volume 1 started to roll, and was currently alternating between wandering around Danny's sitting room and staring out the window. At the moon. Mooning, in fact.
No surprise to Danny. His Butterman-sense had been tingling for days. Something was up. He'd seen Nicholas go from normal -- for him -- to cranky, to wound tighter than a Betamax cassette.
For much of the week, Danny had imagined Nicholas with a little cartoon devil on one shoulder and a little cartoon angel on the other, engaged in heated debate. They'd spent a few days arguing, gone on to beat the crap out of each other with cricket bats, thoroughly exhausted themselves, and finally abandoned their perches and fucked off to the pub, leaving Nicholas guideless. (Danny had plans to immortalize them in his next flipbook. The angel would fling its halo like Xena's chakram, the devil spin its pitchfork to fend off the projectile. First, of course, he had to finish his latest, Cowboy Versus Dinosaur.)
Billy Elliot
Dancing Boys by rilla_
Billy/Michael, PG-13, 4422 words, first time/established relationship. Summary: 'I'm not aware of how I could possibly love you without aching.' - Tegan and Sara. Billy and Michael meet first when they're eighteen and then twenty-five.
It'd be a bit bloody pathetic if Michael confessed to still fancying Billy but sadly enough it's true. It's just - the image of him, the memory of him, this straight boy who shouted and swore and raged and accepted Michael for the poof he was, girls' clothes and lipstick and all. Michael's not ashamed to admit that he was a little bit in love with Billy, way back then; he is a little ashamed, though, to find that that little bit of love still resides somewhere inside of him. Maybe he should have moved on better, but he's moved on the best he could and if there's a bit of residual affection then that's life. You always stay a little bit attached to your first love, he thinks. That's just the way things go.
Firefly
Making God Laugh by puritybrown
Jayne/Simon, R, 10000 words, established relationship (sort of). Summary: Once is happenstance, twice is coincidence, but three times is... Well.
Jayne looks like he's trying hard to understand something that's just beyond his reach. "I don't get it," he says. "Life don't give nobody no guarantees. Why plan for next week when you could die tomorrow?"
"And if you don't die tomorrow?"
"Then..." Jayne shrugs. "Enjoy life while you can. It don't last forever."
"What if it did?" Jayne looks at him like he's crazy. "I mean: what if you knew you were going to live for another twenty years? What would you do then?"
Jayne stares at him. Simon thinks he can see Jayne's mind working, neurons firing, making connections that he may never have made before. "This is why I always beat you at cards," he says.
An Arrangement of Parts by ana_grrl
Jayne/Simon, NC-17, 9000 words, first time, undercover ("pretend boyfriends"). Summary: Against all odds, Simon and Jayne actually work well together.
He accepts it when Mal puts Jayne and Simon together, a secondary team on jobs that need more people, more planning.
"Simon, you got the smarts. Jayne, you got the guns." That's how Mal justifies it, even though by now Simon knows it isn't quite so straightforward. Jayne, he's learning, thinks fast in tight situations. Simon is good at planning, dealing with details. He can handle himself when things flip sideways suddenly, but Jayne is better at fast reactions.
And Jayne might be armed to the teeth - now more than ever - but Simon is increasingly handling guns with a facility he sometimes closes his eyes against.
Against all odds, he and Jayne actually work well together.
"Don't make any kinda sense," Jayne says, after they come back from their first job, laden with goods.
Little Miss Sunshine
a fucking conversation about whatever by kristiinthedark
Gen, Dwayne, Frank, PG-13, 1200 words. Summary: A fucking conversation between Dwayne and Frank about whatever.
Dwayne glares at him, but Frank keeps talking as he changes clothes. "If you ask me - which I know that you didn't, but if you did - your grandpa was right. You need to live life. Go crazy."
"Start taking heroin?" He says sarcastically.
"When you're older," Frank grins, and Dwayne can't help but grin back. "No, what I'm saying is, you need to, you know..."
"Fuck a lot of girls?"
"Exactly," Frank nods. He's quiet as he puts his suitcase neatly onto the nearby chair, and then he turns back to Dwayne. "Of course, that is if that's who you want to be, uh, fucking."
Numb3rs
What Happens in Vegas by dsudis
Don/Charlie, NC-17, 5285 words, established relationship (sort of). Summary: If there were a twelve-step program for fucking your brother, he should at least want to lock himself in the bathroom and call it right about now.
"We're not doing this, Charlie."
"Mmm," Charlie said, sounding sleepy or unconvinced, and either way the sound went straight to Don's groin. He gritted his teeth and leaned his forehead against the cool glass. "You know, I worry about your tendency to make statements that flatly contradict observed reality," Charlie murmured. "What with your job involving as much deductive reasoning as it does."
Don turned to lean his shoulder against the window, crossing his arms and squinting at Charlie. "Are you actually drunk at all, or did you just start showing off to see if you could get my attention?"
Charlie's hand rose and stabbed a pointing finger unerringly in his direction, though his eyes had slid all the way shut now. "Specious argument, false dichotomy," Charlie said. "Drunk and showing off. You gotta think outside the box, Don."
"Yeah, well, maybe I like thinking inside the box," Don muttered, scrubbing a hand over his face, telling himself he should turn away, he should get out of the room, he should do anything but stand here and listen to Charlie talk, look at Charlie lying there. He didn't move. "Why's it seem like whenever you want me to start thinking outside the box it's so I can do something illegal, or immoral, or--"
Lachesis by miriam_heddy
Charlie/Larry, NC-17, 9350 words, established relationship. Summary: "There's a story in this closet, Charles. No-" Larry held up a hand, "Anticipating, here, your objection that there's probably a story in most closets, which is certainly true. And I don't suppose mine to be particularly original."
"You were going to kiss me," he repeated, and Larry shook his head.
"No, at least I hope I wasn't. I-well, the thing I tell myself is that we both now know I didn't, and in the end, that is the important thing."
"Why didn't you?" Charlie asked, and Larry blinked several times in a row.
"Now that should be obvious, Charles. 'Virtue is free, and as a man honors or dishonors her he will have more or less of her; the responsibility is with the chooser.'"
"Which is another way of saying-"
"You were fifteen, Charlie. No, the thing that bothers me to this day-and that punching a hole in the wall did not at all help explain, not that I imagined it would, though pain does bring with it a certain undeniable clarity-is why I wanted to in the first place."
"Um… because I was cute?" Charlie offered, not expecting Larry's expression-a mix of horror and amusement.
Talking Out of School by miriam_heddy
Charlie/Larry, R, 11400 words, first time, coming out. Summary: Now, he had to protect Amita from Charles. The only question was, how?
Protect the student. If there was a Hippocratic Oath for teachers, surely that was it. Protect them from others who would keep them from learning. Protect them from themselves and their immaturity, so that they can grow and learn. Protect them from your own baser instincts, which of course meant admitting that you had such things. He took this task very seriously-as seriously as he took anything, and more seriously than he took himself. It was, perhaps, the single most important thing he believed in aside from Charles.
And yet, twice now, he'd found himself failing-first with Ron, who he had not adequately protected from Charles and the FBI, though of course, in the end, some other teacher had failed Ron first, leaving a broken man and a liar who still deserved better than he got. He sincerely hoped that Charles, now made aware of such potential conflicts of interest, would consider them carefully before sharing information about students with Federal agents who had no compunction about hassling them on the basis of very little evidence.
But Amita… now there was someone he should, by all rights, have been able to shield, though for reasons that he could admit were personal and not at all professional, he had chosen Charles's happiness above hers. It was an error he could readily admit to now, and one he was now obliged to correct. The guilt was overwhelming, and he worried he had waited entirely too long to set things to right.