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. 😉 

Seven Year Itch, by killabeez

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.

Don’t Look Down, by surreallis

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.

Providence, by surrealis

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. 

Emergence, by killabeez

Vid: Noma’s Theme, by H. Holmes

[youtube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Tplj1LsHLE?feature=oembed&enablejsapi=1&origin=http://safe.txmblr.com&wmode=opaque&w=500&h=281]

 

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. 🙂

(Source: https://www.youtube.com/)

Vid: City of Angels, by melprodz

[youtube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mbYAlt1niGg?feature=oembed&enablejsapi=1&origin=http://safe.txmblr.com&wmode=opaque&w=500&h=281]

 

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.

(Source: https://www.youtube.com/)

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.

Nothing But the Truth, by carenejeans

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.

And so this is Christmas, by surrealis

FIC: Drowning With You, by surrealis

“Don’t you fucking give up,” he snarls, and she can see his furious face in the lightning. He shakes her, as much as he’s able to in the weight of the ocean. 

I’m not doing that, she thinks. Am I?

Adult, angst, adultery. Olivia and Elliot have to swim for their lives, and somewhere in between the cold and the ocean and the fear the barriers they’ve so carefully built fall.

FIC: Drowning With You, by surrealis

to the west (away from the sunrise), by garrisonbabe

Before Bucky was born, the Moon never appeared above their city. All the scientists in the world couldn’t figure out why. There was no explanation, except for what the church had. The Moon didn’t want to be seen here, by them. 

When Bucky was born, for the first time in their city’s history, they had a full moon.

Teen, pagan gods!AU. This is probably one of the strangest premises for an AU ever, but it works – and it’s wonderful in its simplicity.

to the west (away from the sunrise), by garrisonbabe