It was that easy, apparently. Without thinking about it, or realizing it was happening until it had happened, Ice was his wingman on and off the ground.
Source: Kings of the Air, by FabulaRasa – Top Gun (1986) [Archive of Our Own]
An oldie but a goodie, this is the perfect post-movie fic.
So, Ashlee isn’t exactly the top of the Mensa heap, but she’s not blind, you know?
“You touch Patrick a lot,” she muses out of the blue, voice raised to carry over the pulsing music playing at the dance-floor, during one of the many after-parties they’ve been invited to. Pete looks slightly taken aback. “I mean. Like all the time.”
Source: The Queen of Wishful Thinking, by megyal – Fall Out Boy [Archive of Our Own]
Ashlee starts something without quite realising what it means. This is not a poly fic…
Dergdian stood waiting for them. He was holding one end of a chain. At the other end was a collared man: a dark-haired, golden-skinned creature, as Roman as Esca was British. Even through his tunic, the bulk of his muscled body was unmistakable. Esca’s heart almost stopped.
“I would have offered you to fight him,” the queen said (he could no longer think of her as merely his hostess when the sinking sun made her hair and skin gleam like that of a goddess), “but you have travelled far, and he is fierce. Dergdian will fight him for your entertainment.”
In which Marcus is the slave of matriarchal Seal People, but things aren’t quite as they seem… Delicious.
Uncle, though. Esca remembers Aquila asking after his nephew at the hangar when they arrived, but he hadn’t realized that the nephew was a pilot. The pilot they need a copilot for is an Aquila. The thought of it makes Esca’s chest tighten, caught between excitement and dread. Would it be a sick revenge, to drift with the man whose father caused the death of Esca’s? Would it be justice? He can’t be sure.
Esca gets into the jaeger program from prison with one goal – kill kaiju and die nobly. Obviously Marcus will help with the first but refuse to let him do the latter. Awesome Pacific Rim AU!
Oliver’s eyes were piercing, but his expression and overall body language was quite the contrary. He had mastered the art of looking nonchalant while saying unspeakable things, so it wasn’t hard for him to trick people into thinking he was holding some innocent conversation about the weather, or his book, or his day. When he spoke next, it was with a serene smile on his lips.
“Because all I can think of is taking your clothes off, sitting you on that table and fucking you in front of everyone.”
Elio gulped and looked around. As he predicted, nobody was paying any attention to them, all too involved in their conversations or focused on dessert.
When they see each other again, Oliver and Elio are still drawn to each other, despite all the reasons they shouldn’t be. So they start playing a dangerous game… The tension is delicious (if you can overlook the cheating).
Kirk met Spock’s eyes unobtrusively and flicked a glance at Keth and the other warriors. Spock received the signal loud and clear: Think we can take them? He shook his head infinitesimally.
Kirk glanced away, but not before shooting a disgusted look at Spock.
Fool, Spock thought, you would rather risk your life, and mine, than back down. Anger sparked and flared into life somewhere deep inside him. Ironically, Kirk’s illogical reaction would make it easier for Spock to do what he had to do. Deliberately, Spock released the controls he normally would have used to suppress the anger, and instead allowed it to flare inside him. Distasteful as it was, he would need his quite real anger in order to perform convincingly.
Source: Dare by J S Cavalcante (locked for AO3 users)
Spock has to take drastic measures to save Kirk… I love the non-controlled Vulcan badassery – and naturally, so does Kirk. 😉
Arthur lowered his voice further, though no one else was near. “Then why did you come to my bed complaining that Roman women couldn’t satisfy you? All their skill and desire bored out of them?” He smiled again, his eyes watching Lancelot’s lithe form move around the enclosure slowly, the horse still keeping his distance. “Though if it’s Roman men that have bored them so, it does beg the question of why it was my bed you came to.”
Oh, this takes me back… The tension between Arthur and Lancelot here is too delicious for words.
Of course we Britons kiss and have a word for it – cusen – but it’s usually used for affection where the mouth is pressed against the head or cheek, usually of a child, but sometimes other family members and occasionally close friends. This touching of mouths together is something new the Romans have introduced, but it’s not a widespread practice even among them – at least in public.
Source: First Kiss, by awarrington – The Eagle (2011) [Archive of Our Own]
I don’t usually go for first-person stories, but I really love Esca here, and his ruminations on kissing – and Marcus, of course, now that he’s free. 🙂
Another lovely Jalec vid by xcrstfallenstrx. This one’s fluffy and uses clips with the younger actors very well.
For some reason this can’t be embedded, but this is a lovely (if heartbreaking) Jalec vid by xcrstfallenstrx (and I’m not just saying this because of this beautiful manip *g*).
