Maybe Yrsa was right; love inside a cluster is pathological.
Teen, post-season 1. Spoilers! Oh, my babies… This is so sad but also so beautiful, showing how our eight take care of Will and of each other.
Category: slash
Two-Thirds God, by Tem-ve H’syan
Gilgamesh thought he could see the sun rising, for all that it might just have been a reflection of his own dishevelled hair in the rain-coloured eyes of his opponent.
How long had they fought? He had no way of measuring time, and no way to stop fighting. Nor, surprisingly so, did he have any wish to.
Teen. Written as a (strange and wonderful) Star Wars AU, to me this also reads like a stunning Gilgamesh/Enkidu fic, its language lyrical and very vivid.
Bass by Tem-ve H’syan
His eyes are not on his hands, not where skilled blunt fingertips caress and pummel the cobalt blue custom Fender Jazz into sweet throbbing submission. His eyes are not anywhere on the trajectory of a small pale green item of feminine clothing about to flop down at his feet, missing its mark by a good six feet, he suspects. His eyes are not on the likely originator of said pale green item, frantically waving her arms in the air, her head thrown back in a scream of frenzied excitement as Ben-K goes down on one knee and wraps himself around the mike stand sinuously, crawling towards her while belting out the high notes like an angel in agony. The slack khaki pants that have threatened to fall off his hips all evening have slid a little lower.
From where he is standing, the view is perfect.
Mature, band!AU. This really shouldn’t work, but it very much does. In few words the author paints a picture of our boys, different but recognizable.
Aurora, by M. Fae Glasgow
It’s not often we get a new face, after all, and two new faces, attached to bodies such as those… well, who could blame us for wanting them?
Especially with the Force so strong in both of them. No aphrodisiac better than the tang and tingle of the Force, for us.
Adult, “fuck or die”, outside POV. This gives a very interesting perspective, since the group Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan have infiltrated are Force-sensitive. Also, it’s smoking hot. 
Vid: Moving Mountains, by 1jonde1
A gorgeous, touching retelling of my favourite part of TPM – the relationship between Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan, and how they both have to face their destinies. Can be read as slash or gen, as you like. 
Music: Moving Mountains (Invincible), by Two Steps From Hell.
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under ice there’s a world moving slow, by irishmizzy
He thinks of Dick and his bright red hair, the only spot of color in the whole damn forest, and then he makes himself stop thinking about it.
Adult, Bastogne fic. Great Nixon POV, this feels completely believable. There’s just something very appealing about boys keeping each other warm…
Ēlýsion pedíon, by kkingofthebeach
This is his Elysium: flushed cheeks and lips bitten to redness, like wine splashed over golden skin, blue eyes flecked with olive-green and earthy browns, and dark hair spread over trampled grass.
There is a tomorrow and one after that, and those tomorrows are not contained within an hourglass anymore.
Adult, set in the afterlife. Achilles gets his happy ending, the only one he’s ever wanted. This is lyrical and sensual and altogether beautiful.
Already Crazy, by stewardess
“What if I can’t?” Murphy said. He loved Jesus, more than their Ma, even. But not more than everyone.
Adult, pre-canon, twincest. Awesome backstory, Murphy POV, following the MacManus twins as they grow up and explaining a lot of things the movie left up to our imaginations. Also a crossover with Bravo Two Zero, whatever that is.
God Loves a Medic, by stewardess
He’s asking for your touch, traiteur.
No. That could not be the answer. Speirs was not wounded.
But he is sick. Sick in his soul. And he asked.
Mature, mildly dubious consent. Doc is a healer, and Speirs needs healing. But maybe there’s more to it than that. This is amazing – it changes POV half-way through, giving us fascinating insights into both men and what drives them.
And Cried Out His Name In Joy, by zarabithia
He hadn’t invited the Vulcan into his dreams, just as he hadn’t invited him into his mind for the first invasion. It wasn’t fair of the older Vulcan to continue to invade his thoughts while Jim was still struggling to deal with the ramifications that the first mind link had provided.
But little by little, as the hands reached through his dreams and soothed Jim in ways all the casual fucking had never been able to accomplish, Jim found that he was no longer as pissed at the idea of having a nightly guardian.
Mature, nu!Kirk/Spock Prime. Mind meld AND pon farr fic, and it’s so very good. Background nu!Spock/Uhura.
ETA: Sadly, the link is dead.