Category: slash

Tiger, Tiger, by manic_intent – The Man From U.N.C.L.E. (2015) [Archive of Our Own]

Years ago, Napoleon had complained strenuously when Sanders had strong-armed him into the CIA’s training classes for alphas. He was in the prime of his life and no longer some sort of schoolboy, easily turned by an omega’s seasonal pheromones, or so he had said at the time. Now the training kicked in, and Napoleon breathed a little more rapidly and through his mouth, to dilute the effect. Illya seemed to notice, smirking faintly.

“You’re an omega,” Napoleon grit out, once his head had cleared a little. “That wasn’t in your… I thought you were null.”

“Very rude thing to say. We are in public.” Illya said dryly, which was true.

Source: Tiger, Tiger, by manic_intent – The Man From U.N.C.L.E. (2015) [Archive of Our Own]

This might be one of the few fandoms where I actively seek out A/B/O fics, just because Illya will never be a wilting flower. 😉 This one is excellent because it very much plays with the expected gender roles.

stockings on the fireplace, or something, by icarxs – Queer as Folk (UK) [Archive of Our Own]

“Stalker, ten o’clock,” said Alexander, primly. “Just like old times, innit.” Then, he said, head tilted to one side like a particularly tall, gay cockatoo, “or not really.”

“Where?” demanded Hazel, craning her neck. “Where the fuck?”

“There.”

Alexander pointed. They could just make out Nathan, carving a path through the crowd; he spotted them and his face broke into a grin, creases at the eyes, bright as sunshine, the whole fucking shebang. Stuart let out a long, low whistle. “Jaysus Christ,” he said, leaning back in his chair, as much a prowl as one could do while sitting, “can you believe I used up my fucking shag pass with him when he looked like a twink, and now he goes and looks like that.”

Source: stockings on the fireplace, or something, by icarxs – Queer as Folk (UK) [Archive of Our Own]

A wonderful bit of future fic, I love everyone’s dynamics here, they feel just perfect.

the love, the dark, the light, the flame, by ladyofrosefire, proxybird – 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

Xingchen is a terrible liar— he does not like hunting deer, although he will. He has. One stag is not strong enough to sate him, and while they can make some use of the bodies, the deer are of less use to the two of them than they would be to the people in these small cities and towns if they found them full of life.

Song Lan has more than enough to spare.

His fingers stumble over the belt of his robes.

Source: the love, the dark, the light, the flame, by ladyofrosefire, proxybird – 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

Vampire fic set in canon, utterly lovely and captivating…

the soft animal of your body, by NotAFicWriter, ladyofrosefire – 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

He and Xingchen had done that side by side for years together, before. Perhaps he only retreated to give Song Lan as much privacy as possible in their current situation. That is not much, of course. The channels of Song Lan’s meridians only offer so much space. Xingchen fits there well, despite that, his soul tucked neatly somewhere between Song Lan’s navel and his heart on any given day, drifting as he knits back together a little at a time. Today, he rests around Song Lan’s diaphragm. He manages to give the impression of a cat curled up on a hearth, or of how he used to pillow his head on one of Song Lan’s thighs and rest there while Song Lan read to him.

Source: the soft animal of your body, by NotAFicWriter, ladyofrosefire – 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

This is such a unique look at Song Lan and Xiao Xingchen’s soul – not one I’d considered before but utterly fascinating. Mild D/s and breathplay – if that’s even possible if there’s only one body, and that body doesn’t need to breathe.

So I love you because I know no other way than this, by Trueredhearts – 魔道祖师 – 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī – Mòxiāng Tóngxiù [Archive of Our Own]

Lan Zhan is the Good Son™. The stickler for rules, the proper one, the well-behaved one, the one boy every single mother vies for their daughters. The most eligible bachelor in their social group. And beyond their social group. The young man all daughters want to take home to introduce to their fathers. Because Lan Zhan is good, is kind and looks the part of a well-behaved, studious young man. Unlike Wei Ying.

Source: So I love you because I know no other way than this, by Trueredhearts – 魔道祖师 – 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī – Mòxiāng Tóngxiù [Archive of Our Own]

This is the most oblivious Wei Ying to ever oblivious. Also, the horniest. And neither one of the boys can communicate, but what else is new. 🙂

annundriel | Inception Fic: Sharp Dressed Man, Arthur/Eames (NC-17)

Eames lounges against the pillows, sheet riding low on his hips, and watches Arthur dress, watches him put himself back together, button himself back up.

Source: annundriel | Inception Fic: Sharp Dressed Man, Arthur/Eames (NC-17)

How have I not recced this, it’s an absolute, delicious classic of suit!pr0n.

The Curious Nature of Felines, by rallamajoop – The Man From U.N.C.L.E. (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

The thing is, Illya’s daemon doesn’t behave like a daemon. She behaves like, well, a cat.

Source: The Curious Nature of Felines, by rallamajoop – The Man From U.N.C.L.E. (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

I adore daemon!AUs, and this one has some great world-building as well as a Napoleon who can’t stop himself from wondering – and touching…

The Sicilian Defence, by probablynotadalek – Star Trek: Strange New Worlds (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

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!

where one man has gone before, by cicak – Star Trek, Star Trek: Strange New Worlds (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

“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.

Source: where one man has gone before, by cicak – Star Trek, Star Trek: Strange New Worlds (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

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!