[bsg] distance enough – let me run through a field in the night — LiveJournal

It takes Kara a full, careful year to cut Lee Adama out of her life, and less than a minute to let him back in.

Source: [bsg] distance enough – let me run through a field in the night — LiveJournal

Canon-divergent vaguely after season 2, this is a perfect little thing – because while Apollo and Starbuck always worked, Lee and Kare were a different story…

Minute – Chapter 1, by LuvEwan – Star Wars – All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

Later he would try to remember exactly what happened that afternoon, after he promised Qui-Gon absolute forgiveness. He should have memorized every detail about that moment, because it was the passage of one life into another, a banquet after long fasting, the satiation of a hunger he had not recognized, before.

Source: Minute – Chapter 1, by LuvEwan – Star Wars – All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

This fic straddles the uncomfortable line that’s unavoidable in a realistic depiction of a relationship between teacher and student, yet it somehow manages to be incredibly readable and touching.

A Second Heart, by LuvEwan – Star Wars – All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

Qui-Gon is not worried for him exactly—Obi-Wan has been ready for a long time, at least two years before the Naboo mission—but he cannot shake the idea that Obi-Wan should be with him.

He has lost so much, even in surviving. The medics on Naboo have taken his heart and the Council have taken his Padawan.

Source: A Second Heart, by LuvEwan – Star Wars – All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

A lovely post-TPM what-if, in which Qui-Gon survives but feels changed…

two guys fuck maybe, by sweetsinnerchild – The Man From U.N.C.L.E. (2015) [Archive of Our Own]

He shoots another guard in between the eyes, checking his surroundings once again before holstering his handgun. “All clear,” he says, putting his back towards Napoleon.

“Good work,” Napoleon says – and he sniffs the air. Illya freezes, anticipating. “Do you smell that -”

“No,” Illya says, walking away from Napoleon, down the corridor, towards a room he briefly recalled had a somewhat passable lock. The heat has increased in intensity now, from smoldering embers to a fireplace’s warmth, and Illya has no illusions that it will stop there. He can feel something wet seeping its way down towards his thighs; he walks faster.

Source: two guys fuck maybe, by sweetsinnerchild – The Man From U.N.C.L.E. (2015) [Archive of Our Own]

What can I say? I have a soft spot for omega!Illya – probably because his personality makes the kind of woobification I dislike in other a/b/o fics kind of impossible. 🙂