This is Shirasade‘s fic and vid recs collection, starting 2015. (Unfortunately my recs from 2005 onwards were hosted on Delicious and went bust with the site, although I found an unsorted bookmarks list from 2010.)
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when Dolls comes to her, stony-faced and somber, something about that gets to her because he looks nervous. She’s never seen that. Uncertain? Sure. Worried? Totally. Never hand-wringingly anxious.
Heart hammering hard in her ears, she barely hears him ask her to come to his office.
As soon as she closes the door, he whirls around before she has a chance to ask how they’re all gonna die and says in a rush, “I need you to come to Arizona and be my girlfriend for a few days.”
Source: Wait, What? – Chapter 1, by convolutedConcussion – Wynonna Earp (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
I will never get tired of fake dating fics, and this one’s just plain lovely.
“Also, we’re here,” he says as they pull in front of an honest-to-god house. Like, in the middle of town. Where he has neighbors.
“What,” she says blankly. Certain this is some kind of trick, she looks around. “You’re not serious.” He turns the engine off and cocks a brow at her and she gasps, “Oh my God, you’re serious. You live right here! You’ve—you haven’t lived here the whole time?”
Amusement crinkles the corners of his eyes as he replies, “No, I have not lived here the whole time, but I have lived here for a while.”
“Since when?” she demands, feeling a little unreal like the world’s tilted beneath her.
Source: Feelings, and Solidarity Naps, by convolutedConcussion – Wynonna Earp (TV) [Archive of Our Own] | https://archiveofourown.org/
A funny and sweet (and yet completely in-character) first time fic for a ship I have a very real fondness for, even if it was doomed.
“Don’t you think declaring me unfit for command is a little extreme?” Jim pushes forward in his chair, picking up the datapad and reading it in a glance. When he looks up, however, he doesn’t seem surprised. “Huh. I was actually joking. So it’s this or Starfleet Medical, huh? Your people wouldn’t like that at all.”
“There is a time,” Spock says slowly, taking the chair across from Jim, “for discretion. And then there is a time for the necessary.”
Jim drops the datapad.
“This is the necessary.”
Jim nods grimly before closing his eyes and taking a careful breath. “If you touch me,” Jim says slowly, “I will kill you. Or you will have to kill me. Do we understand each other?”
Spock nods. “As you would say: crystal.”
Source: rebootfic: You’ll Get There in the End (It Just Takes a While) 1/4 – The Toybox — LiveJournal | https://seperis.livejournal.com/
This is a somewhat different, and brilliantly written, take on the “Kirk deals with the fallout from his meld with Spock Prime” trope, and I love it!
When his alternate first arrived in a scrambled transporter beam two weeks ago, Jim was excited to meet him and combine their powers for the forces of awesome. Actually, first Jim ordered him quarantined, polygraphed, and tested for alien DNA, but he should have known the guy would hack his way out of the brig, and by the time he emerged again, clothes inexplicably torn and whiskey eyes somehow deadened, Jim knew he was who he said he was and instead of excitement, he felt a creeping disquiet about the man.
Source: A Distant Horizon – Space is like hard pure night — LiveJournal | https://what-alchemy.livejournal.com/
This is epically awesome – I love the characterizations, each man distinct, each relationship special.
Spock was an old man; he figured the universe would forgive him for deriving pleasure in whatever way he could.
And if Jim were here–his Jim, with rosy, plump cheeks, graying curls atop his head, and a devilish gleam in his eyes that laughed at life’s idiosyncrasies–he’d be joining in on the merriment.
Source: Piqued by Jaylee
This is my favourite kind of Spock Prime – the meddling, match-making kind, who can’t help but be amused by the fledgling relationship of young Kirk and Spock.
After everything that’s happened—first learning that humanity had survived the bombs, then discovering ALIE, and then everything with Sanctum and the stones and Bardo—Clarke feels like nothing should phase her at this point. But being told that other universes exist is still throwing her for a loop.
She’s quiet for a long time, staring at one of the familiar scenes on the wall—an image of her and Finn peeking at the glow in the dark plants and insects that first night on the ground—trying to let everything sink in. It’s like her entire worldview is turned on its axis. This is insane, right? She’s having a dream or a nightmare. It’s not real. None of this can be real.
Source: We are all caught in the in between (Of what’s real and what’s a dream?) – Chapter 1, by wreck_jroth_club – The 100 (TV) [Archive of Our Own] | https://archiveofourown.org/
The ultimate, epic fix-it of the nightmare that was the ending of The 100, letting Clarke experience literally dozens of possible her life (and those of her loved ones) might have taken. Surprise, surprise, a lot of them feature Bellamy. The man she killed. The man she loved.
Lan Wangji must suppress a shiver at every brush and press of Wei Wuxian’s fingers.
Under different circumstances – less public ones – he would welcome touch, given that his body is in such an aroused state.
Alas, his circumstances are these: sitting quietly while Wei Wuxian, the famous (infamous) Doctor of Yunmeng, digs his fingertips into Lan Wangji’s shoulders and chest and sides and hums thoughtfully.
Source: trust your fingertips, by plonk – 魔道祖师 – 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī – Mòxiāng Tóngxiù [Archive of Our Own] | https://archiveofourown.org/
Canon divergence in which Wei Wuxian is a doctor and Lan Wangji is poisoned – sex pollen style.
“You’re pretty, though,” Howie said.
“That does not make me feel better right now. And look.” AJ slid the bathrobe off his shoulders, letting it fall to his waist. Howie looked away.
“No,” AJ said. “No, look.”
Howie turned slowly, cautiously, and peeked at AJ. Tattoos bled down AJ’s arms, a dragon one crawling up his back. Exactly in the same spots where AJ had always had tattoos, except now they were on a woman’s body.
Howie extended his hand, looking like he might touch them, and pulled it back. “Wow.”
Source: The Girl Can Drink, by jericho – Backstreet Boys [Archive of Our Own] | https://archiveofourown.org/
Sometimes one just has to dip one’s toes back into (very) old fandom waters. This is still one of the best turned-into-a-girl fics I’ve ever read.
As long as Brian focuses on how the guy he’s supposed to be is supposed to react, he doesn’t have to think about the way the guy he is does react. How Dom’s casual possessiveness lights him up like a flare of NOS, makes his skin feel too tight and his insides too hot, much like they did when Mia told him that Dom owned him. Back then, Brian had smiled and shrugged it off, but he’d felt it, a gravitational pull towards Dom he couldn’t resist.
Source: Joyride, by Sandrine Shaw (Sandrine) – Fast & Furious (Movies) [Archive of Our Own] | https://archiveofourown.org/
Damn hot car sex with Brian helpless to resist Dom. ’nuff said. 😉
The Yiling Laozu shrugs again. “Do you want anything else augmented while you’re here? I saw that your pleasure module isn’t integrated.”
Lan Wangji blinks again. He can find no mention of a pleasure module in any of his architecture. “What’s that?”
Source: Not Afraid to Know – Chapter 1, by phnelt – 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) [Archive of Our Own] | https://archiveofourown.org/
This just took my breath away – android!LWJ learns how to feel in the most intimate, incredible way imaginable.