Deliciously creepy non-related Sam&Dean AU, seriously well done. Music: Olivier Deriviere – Main Theme (OST Obscure 2).
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Author: shirasade
Anew, by days4daisy
Michael lowers his head. His eyes sit heavy on the tips of his brother’s boots. “You illuminated me,” he says. “As did Uriel. I have done penance, but I fear it is not enough.” He exhales. “I only ask that you acknowledge me, brother.”
Teen, pre-series/post-Flood, angelcest. Lyrical, this is a beautiful look at the twins, reforging their bond.
Seven Year Itch, by killabeez
No one should be able to attend a wedding in a dress kilt—worn entirely without irony—and look as comfortable in his own skin, as natural and edible as if he were some romance novel fantasy come to life. Methos had seen the actual romance novel, in point of fact, on Amanda’s coffee table. But nothing about the reality of a flesh-and-blood, real live Duncan MacLeod wearing formal Highland dress had made Methos want to laugh the way that illustration had.
Adult, semi-public kilt!sex. Sexy, funny and sweet, a winning combination if there ever was one! And oh my, Duncan in a kilt… that gets not only Methos hot and bothered. 😉
Don’t Look Down, by surreallis
He doesn’t say anything, but he looks hurt and then he looks mad and then he’s leaning toward her and kissing her and his long fingers are in her hair, curling around her neck. She can’t be startled too long because his mouth is almost hot and his tongue is silk, and all she can read from him is his answer: This. It’s this.
Adult. Short and to the point, I can totally see this happen. Alex & Bobby are hard to get right, but this definitely manages.
Providence, by surrealis
He just wants to let it all spill out and see what she says. Kathy thinks I’m in love with you and she wants a divorce and I’m so confused and what do you think?
Adult, AU. Long “what if Elliot hat gotten a divorce” fic in which nothing is easy and everything is perfect, right down to the cases they’re working.
Emergence, by Killa
It had always been his Achilles’ heel; he couldn’t seem to help being fascinated by possibilities. And that was the crux of it, wasn’t it? Because he and MacLeod between them were nothing if not possibility… Infinite possibility, just waiting to happen.
Adult, first time. A lot of Duncan/Methos fic wallows too much in angst and emotions, especially where Methos and his past are concerned, imho. This, on the other hand, feels like something that could (should) happen, right down to the not-so-clear cut ending.
Vid: Noma’s Theme, by H. Holmes
My darling Noma has her own theme! It was created by Dominion composer Bill Brown, and it’s a lovely bittersweet instrumental. The vid is impeccable, too, as always with H. Holmes. 🙂
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Vid: City of Angels, by melprodz
There aren’t enough Dominion vids as is, and even less for the amazingness that is Noma and her love for Alex. This one uses a slower song than I’d normally like, but it’s just beautiful and made my heart clench… Music by Kathryn Dean.
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Nothing But the Truth, by carenejeans
A big bruiser of a man had Methos’s arm in a vice-lock. He turned his head gingerly to the left. A twin to the first man had a lock on his other arm. Methos felt no presence. Well, that was something. He giggled. Oh, hell, he thought.
Drugged.
Adult, humour. Methos gets hit with a (deadly) truth drug. Verbal diarrhoea ensues which leads to hilarity, sexing and a surprising amount of feels. Altogether lovely.
And so this is Christmas, by surrealis
“Five minutes,” he says, and his voice is angry, tight. “That’s all I want. Five minutes where I don’t have to think about what’s best for everyone else and I can just figure out what the hell is best for me. Why can’t we have five fucking minutes away from the world when we can be real, and I don’t have to worry about my kids being taken away or endangering our jobs or ruining our partnership? Just five goddamn minutes with no consequences!”
Teen, angst. Olivia and Elliot are trapped in a car in a snowstorm. They have to share body heat (of course they do). Boundaries blur. Not a happy Christmas fic, but this just strikes a chord.