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 was able to import an old bookmarks list from 2010 into Tagpacker.) Because I moved from Delicous to Tumblr and now WordPress, the older posts don’t look quite so pretty.
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Spock looked back down at his hand again. He hadn’t been able to stop looking at it, to stop stroking over his palm with his other thumb and consider what it had felt like to shake Kirk’s hand. He’d touched other people, familiar pats with Pike and Ortegas’ arm around his shoulders and Chapel’s hands at his face, but no one had grabbed his hand like that except T’Pring.
Maybe that was why Uhura kept watching him. He had behaved abnormally and she was trying to figure out why. Perhaps she knew the significance of the gesture for Vulcans and was shocked by the display.
But Kirk had held a hand out like he expected it. He had looked at Spock like it was a challenge. And Spock, newly experimenting with what it meant to feel, had decided to rise to it.
Source: The Sicilian Defence, by probablynotadalek – Star Trek: Strange New Worlds (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
Another lovely post-“Lost in Translation” fic, because it’s such a great SNW!Spock POV. Also, chess!
“Fancy a game?” Jim asks, ignoring the question, gesturing at the chessboard that lay abandoned on the side. “I’m not ready to call it a night just yet.”
“I would enjoy that,” Spock says, “but I came over to communicate that the mess will be closing for cleaning in ten minutes,” Spock says, with a regretful tilt to his head.
“I should probably get to the transporter,” Jim sighs, but he doesn’t get up. That old mischief is still creeping its way down his spine.
“I would be happy to escort you,” Spock says, which is…interesting.
No surprise, after my boys finally met in SNW’s “Lost in Translation” (and that handshake!) I simply needed more – and this fic delivers, with lovely flirting and (in the second part) smut!
Then his phone starts vibrating in his pocket, and evidently he’s still panicking, because the first thing he does after pulling it out is turn the screen to face Ilyse and say, “It’s my boyfriend.”
Oh, the fluffy joys of fake dating!
A gorgeous look at this complicated, compelling relationship.
Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji sat at one of the low tables, Lan Wangji staring at Wei Wuxian with his normal blank expression, and Wei Wuxian chattering away cheerily. They both glanced up at the interruption.
“Jiang Cheng!” Wei Wuxian said, waving. “What are you doing here?”
For a moment Jiang Cheng just stood there, staring blankly. He looked around the room, expecting to see someone else — but no, it was just the two of them; Wei Wuxian grinning widely, and Lan Wangji looking like he was made of stone. Nothing strange there.
And then Wei Wuxian fluttered his eyelashes teasingly at Lan Wangji, and Lan Wangji —
Oh God.
Source: Losing My Mind, by pupeez4eva – 魔道祖师 – 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī – Mòxiāng Tóngxiù [Archive of Our Own]
Poor Jiang Cheng can hear people’s lustful thoughts – and one person is particularly loud, must to Jiang Cheng’s chagrin and our amusement. 🙂
“Am I better?” Tutor asks. “Is it better, with me?”
“Everything’s better with you,” Fighter says, his voice coming out rough the way it does when he’s all worked up. Tutor likes him so much. So much.
“Better than high school kisses?” Tutor says, teasingly.
Fighter nudges at his chin with his lips, pushing Tutor’s head to the side so he can nibble at his neck. “I didn’t kiss anyone in high school,” he mumbles against Tutor’s skin
Tutor finds out he was Fighter’s first – for everything. He likes it. A lot. 🙂
Wei Wuxian knows that Lan Zhan is the same Lan Zhan as before, but also so, so different. This Lan Zhan is soft for him. This Lan Zhan has a set jaw and a steely look in his eye, ready to fight anyone who gets in Wei Wuxian’s way. This Lan Zhan puts up no fronts – it almost hurts to look at him, he’s so open.
Wei Wuxian looks at this Lan Zhan, and he wonders.
Source: Tripped at Every Step, by brooklinegirl – 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
Wei Ying is a complete disaster – luckily Lan Zhan knows exactly what he wants… 😉
Sam Carter strode through the corridors of the SGC with single minded purpose. This was it. The moment had arrived. She’d promised herself, that if a chance like this came, she would take it. Their job was too perilous, and their lives potentially too short, to do otherwise. So this was the moment. Right now. Or at least, in seven minutes. She reached her destination, took a breath, and knocked on the door.
Source: The Promise, by Ophelia_j – Stargate SG-1 [Archive of Our Own]
Oh, this ship… How much I wish we’d seen just a bit more of it on the show! Like this little gem.
“I do not wish to leave my future spouse… dissatisfied with my intimate knowledge,” Lan Zhan says, very seriously. “I am hoping to find an instructor, to better prepare myself for such matters.”
Wei Ying feels his mouth drop open. He’s pretty sure the Second Jade of Lan just told him he’s a virgin who wants to learn how to do sex good.
Source: Teach Me The Ways – Chapter 1, by likeafox – 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
Rogue cultivator Wei Wuxian finds himself the unlikely sex teacher of Lan Wangji, who’s supposed to find an arranged marriage. This is so much fun – and of course full of hotness… 😉
It doesn’t hit Wei Ying until the third time it happens. In his defense, he’s not running on all cylinders, and definitely only on four hours of sleep. This is the last time he hooks up with someone on a Wednesday. It’s six in the morning and he has to get home, shower, throw some coffee down his gullet, sit and stare at the wall for half an hour, and then run to work. So if all he’s noticed about the guy sharing the elevator with him for the third time in two weeks is his hotness, who can really blame him?
But now that he’s looking a bit more closely, as the guy stares resolutely at the number display ticking up, he sees the telltale signs: slightly rumpled collar on an otherwise pristine outfit, bags under his eyes—not so noticeable that they are instantly apparent, but there if you look closely enough—kiss-bitten lips, and (the most damning evidence of all) a hickey blooming just under his ear.
This guy is coming back from a hookup of his own.
You gotta love modern AUs in which the boys fuck and there’s unintentional falling in love and pining going on… Delicious!
