Rome/Brian, Dom/Brian, NC-17. The most believable story I've ever seen using 2F2F canon. This starts out with Brian having built a life for himself, as "with" Rome as Rome will let him, and with Dom losing the last vestiges of his old life. The power dynamics are interesting, the homophobia is well-handled, the pacing is great.

alternate ending, 740k, (84,000 words) NC18 9/18/2004 (everyone's got their version of what happened at the end of the movie; this is mine.) Cover Art by X.

TFTF/Fastlane crossover, Van Ray/Deaq, Brian/Dom. I love crossovers where I don't need to know canon to read. And if the pictures at the top of the page are anything to go by, I'm damn glad I haven't seen Fastlane, because whoa mullet. This is a great UST thing, though, with cops and a burning building and drugged sex and angst and undercover all mixed in together with Khaleesian's excellent writing to make it work. Fucking love it.

That which is done out of love takes place beyond good and evil

Dom stayed silent for long moments; he thought that Brian had fallen back asleep until Brian bit down gently on the muscles in his neck. Then he said softly, “The first race when you lost. You didn’t even seem to notice.”

Love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation—Khalil Gibran

“God, you are such a slut,” Dom growls.

A TF&TF High School AU.

Everything changes during Race Wars.

Brian takes Dom for the ride of his life

In prison for attempted larceny and highway robbery, Dom (Fast and the Furious) gets stuck with a one eyed cellmate who tells some pretty strange stories.

Brian thought he was the only one of his kind around here, until he got a closer look at Dom.

It was like seeing an unexpected hairpin and taking it, no thinking it through, just pure reflex.

Across the border into Mexico. Post-fourth movie.

Slight cross with AC, nothing plot or character wise, more ability and a lil' character history wise. The one thing Rome always knew was that Brian was born Crazy. But that may be his crazy ass pops fault, absent as much as he might have been.

Dom is elbows deep in a Jetta with a fucked alternator when he hears the familiar growl of Brian's car at the front of the garage. It's the deep-throated roar of American muscle, which still surprises him a little whenever he hears it. Brian's always been drawn to sleek lines and flash, but when he saw the hulk of the Challenger rotting in a junkyard outside Mexicali he'd grinned and said something about Miami and good times.

It was like seeing an unexpected hairpin and taking it, no thinking it through, just pure reflex.

Fear is the enemy

The werewolf AU both CourtneyMichelleLoves and Anon asked for. I hope it loved up to expectations.

So Brian's driving and ingenious use of that vault to take out their pursuers in the big chase scene at the end was pretty hot. Dom thought so, too. After Brian comes back and saves him and they drive off together, Dom makes him pull over and they have dirty, sweaty, rough sex on the side of some deserted road. and Brian is the one in complete control of Dom...maybe Dom just climbs right on top of Brian and takes a ride...

“Are you kidding me, O’Conner?” Brian had the nerve to glare at him. “I’m not doing it on fucking purpose!” “For Christ’s sake,” Dom said. “Fuck you, Toretto, you’re the one who drove us between skyscrapers,” Brian said.

“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.

After Hobbs caught them in Rio, they didn't get ambushed, and they didn't get away. (AU diverging from Fast Five.)

“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.

Brian was staring up at him wide-eyed, what the fuck are you doing. Dom didn’t know what the fuck he was doing, but whatever it was, he was doing it, so he didn’t let that show on his face.

“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.