The police had his new client in an interrogation room, handcuffed to a chair. The guy looked up as Sam came in: white, late twenties, clear-eyed, which made Sam’s eyebrows go up; not the typical murder suspect the Baltimore police usually pulled in. “Dean Winchester?” Sam said. “I’m Sam Moore. I’m your lawyer.”
Source: Taking The Fifth, by astolat – Supernatural [Archive of Our Own] | https://archiveofourown.org/
Spoiler: They’re still brothers.
“Sit down,” the doctor said. He took blood, three vials filling up dark red. “Any medical conditions?”
“No,” Dom said, and then his mouth kept going and said, “What if I want to volunteer for bonding?”
The doctor peered at him over the glasses. “Do you want to volunteer for bonding?”
It hung in the air. Dom felt it like a noose around his throat, squeezing. Twenty-five to life. “Yeah,” he said.
“Less than one in ten guys even rates going in the database,” the doctor said. “And they don’t pull a lot of guys out of here.”
“I want to volunteer,” Dom said.
This is a bonding story unlike any I’ve read, and it’s brilliant!
Brian huffed a short laugh. “Is this the whose bitch do you want to be conversation?”
Dom stared down at his hands. “Brian,” he said, and couldn’t keep going. He wanted to start talking the kind of bullshit Roman would’ve been selling right now: it doesn’t mean anything, it’s just for show, it won’t be that bad, when what he meant was don’t fucking make me watch you die. He’d done a great job not thinking about it before now, but he knew what was going to happen if Brian said no, if he tried to fight it out.
Brian looked away. “I’ve put a lot of guys into prison, Dom. I know the score.” He blew out a breath. “Do you mind?”
“No,” Dom said, forcing it past his closed throat. He minded enough to gut himself, but that wasn’t the answer Brian was going to get from him, some chickenshit how about Roman, as if that could even have worked, as if he could’ve let that happen and not killed Roman himself with his bare hands.
Utterly captivating canon-divergence.
“What is it?” he demanded. “What’s wrong?”
Mia said, her voice a little choked with laughter, “It says Brian.”
“The fuck it does,” Dom said, but nobody said she was joking. He ran up to the bedroom and grabbed the shaving mirror out of the shower and got it angled right, and shit it did say Brian, the letters clear in pink new skin.
This soulmates AU is simply delightful.
Brendon is his very best friend which is what makes calling Ryan so fucking hard.
The best friend tier used to be filled by Ryan, wholly and completely. Then there was South Africa, screaming at each other in a hotel lobby then grappling with each other into an elevator and pushing each other into each of the four walls of the little metal box as their lips tore holes in their souls.
Spencer in rehab, making amends. Oh, how I wish this was longer!
He’s paralyzed with fear and regret and a healthy dose of self-disgust. It’s just… Spencer, he’s not ready to move forward but he doesn’t know how to go back either.
And one look at him makes Ryan feel a little pity curl around his heart, a touch of guilt knock against his stomach. “You know I love you, right?” he whispers, sitting down next to Spencer on the bed and tugging out one of Spencer’s hands in order to lace their fingers. “Even if you’re not. I’ll be okay if you’re not. You’re my best friend, Spencer.”
Spencer nods again and somehow finds to courage to meet Ryan’s warm chocolate eyes. For a moment all they do is stare, but then Ryan’s thumb glides over Spencer’s cheek and Spencer subconsciously licks his lips in anticipation.
This time, Ryan kisses him.
Source: If Forever Comes, by mandy_croyance – Bandom [Archive of Our Own]
A haunting, bittersweet first time, told out of order in a way that is altogether perfect.
“You’re freaking Bren and Jon out, you freak.”
Ryan throws a bottlecap at Spencer’s head where he’s sitting across the couch, but inside he’s panicking. “Howso?” He asks, hoping his underlying panic attack isn’t too obvious.
Spencer leans back into the couch. “Apparently you’re being a little girl, which is just offensive to little girls quite frankly.” He grins lazily, and Ryan hates how his stomach does flips. It didn’t used to be like this. It used to just be Spencer and Ryan, not Spencer and Ryan and Feelings.
Source: Problems, by orphan_account – Panic! at the Disco [Archive of Our Own]
A funny little getting-together thing. I just really love best friends-to-lovers, okay?
One time.
Just this once, that’s the deal they have.
A great Type POV of their first time in ep 4.
It was a joke between him and Letty when Brian first got assigned to the campaign: they’d met the Secret Service team together and it had been all Dom could do not to look over at her as Han said, “Governor, this is Agent Brian O’Conner, he’ll be the head of your personal detail.”
“Well, now you really have to win,” Letty said that night, laughing deep and throaty after Dom fucked her twice even though they’d been through three cities that day. “Shit, Toretto. Do you think somebody knows?”
“If they know and this is their idea of what to do about it, I’m not complaining,” Dom said. He didn’t tell Letty she didn’t have anything to worry about, because she knew that just fine. “Jesus, he’s pretty.”
A fantastic bodyguard AU. Established Dom/Letty.
“So what the fuck even was that last night,” Letty said to Mia, the next morning, after the guys went off to the garage. “Do they do this—”
“All the time,” Mia said.
“While you’re there?” Letty said.
“Well, I think they like it better if I’m there,” Mia said. “Otherwise it might seem gay.”
In which Letty is not about to let Brian and Dom get away with shit, no matter how obtuse they’re being. (Established Dom/Letty and Brian/Mia.) This is A+ crack. 😉
