Um, Daemons! at the Disco! Or something. In other words, an AU set within the general timeframe of Panic's Nothing Rhymes With Circus tour.
The Atlantis expedition has been lost for three years. SG-1 goes to find them, and arrives just a little too late.
It's time for a change, and Ginny decides to take a risk. It also time for beating Draco at his own game.
The push hands martial arts exercise Jim and Blair practice leads to the beginning of a different kind of partnership for both guide and sentinel.
Happiness comes unexpectedly.
A routine investigation into an art theft turns up Neal's fingerprints on a stolen painting. Neal swears he's never stolen a Nullier painting, but that's only half the truth...
"I thought it was going to be an ice cream maker or something," Kris said.
FFVII one-shot. After Avalanche tries to blow up the Sector 5 Reactor, Cloud starts getting messages from a mysteriously well-informed stranger on his PHS.
Kris just laughed. "Do you get—we're talking twenty thousand pounds at least just to clear the debts?" "Yes," Anoop said. "There's a way." "Who do I have to kill?" Kris said, dryly. "Not kill," Anoop said. "Marry."
Dr. Brennan is pretty much okay with brother-on-brother action. It's just everyone else who needs convincing.
One-night stands are not for everyone.
Dean wants to stop the apocalypse, but everyone around him is preoccupied with singing along to the Glee soundtrack.
In which Prince Arthur meets Merlin and all hell promptly breaks loose.
Arthur is a BNF and Merlin is his prized beta
The story of a stablehand and his cruel stepfamily.
This is a zombie-fied version of the fairy tale, and it's amazing! *flails* I really recommend it if you like rewritten versions of fairy tales and/or zombies.
John had gotten kind of blasé about offworld travel.
Rule # 1: For every scientist, there is a grunt who loves them.
Astrid didn't want to be Walter Bishop's lab assistant. Unfortunately, neither did anyone else.
"Men in skirts, fantastic whisky, lots of rain." - Four men. One table. TMI, lessons in stereotypes and ... food.
Real Forever If: Excerpt:The main thing he'd been thinking, that whole last week, was that when it was over, he'd finally be able to breathe again. He didn't know what else could've been making him feel so weird, the awful tightness in his chest every time he was in the same room with Cook, the way his stomach just kept clenching up and jumping. Spellbound: in which cook gets his own prince.
Set in 2006. "Smokes," Mikey reads aloud. "Likes dogs in case ever get one. Likes rock music. Likes loud rock music. Is interesting. Does not hog bathroom." He looks at Frank over the top of his glasses. "Dude, it's like you're meant to be."
Going by the dates on the blog, Sam hadn't even waited a month after the fall-out from Ruby before finding something else to keep secret.
Dean keeps insisting Castiel do things that humans do; sometimes Castiel is grateful for this, and sometimes...not so much.
Jamie tells Adam something about himself. Adam perhaps doesn't react too well. This is, I guess, pre-slash, or maybe pre-pre-slash, or queer gen.
"Spock. Just say 'I don't trust Starfleet not to mess up the only captain in the fleet who I can train up to my expectations and enjoys running into danger wearing a blindfold as much as I do'."
The hammock was something he'd done more or less on a whim, liking the idea of it more than really expecting to use it. It's not like Rodney is much of an escape-for-a-nap in the middle of the day kind of guy, let alone a sleep-outside-with-the-bugs-and-risk-the-likelihood-of-slowly-developing-skin-cancer kind of guy.
Kris is like an octopus when he is drunk; wiggly and floppy and with arms everywhere.
Frank was sitting on his lopsided piano bench in front of the counter, legs crossed up on the seat underneath him, red-painted toenails barely showing from under his thigh. He was in one of his oversized shirts, the wide boat-cut neckline barely keeping it on, and Gerard could see the strap of his bra (black, this time) running over his shoulder.
Frank bemoans the fact that the Way brothers are motherfucking cockteases. Gerard is VERY VERY SINCERE. Mikey shrugs. Often. Pete just needs a profound deep dicking. Frank can maybe help him out with that.
Gerard steps out in heels for Halloween. Everybody enjoys it. Some enjoy it more than others.
MCR/Adam high school au crossover fic where they go LARPing.
"The prompt was 'Transformation stuff - Laurence and Temeraire discover some sort of magic plot device artifact which allows them to change from human to dragon, or the other way around, or both. Sexytimes ensue, obviously.' Totally ran with that last bit." --novembersmith
Tony falls through the space between worlds. As a result, he can see daemons. It kind of freaks him out. (It's stranger and more beautiful than he could have ever imagined.)
Clint feeds Coulson. Domestic as hell.
Edmund worries as time goes by, and when he'll see Caspian again.
Merlin knows that getting off fastest when he's got some BDSM porno playing loud on the computer doesn't mean he'd really like to be that bloke, gagged and bent over and bound. Right?
Finn helping Puck get his act together with Kurt
The life story of an evangelist and her wife.
Adam laughs again. "The Jamie Hyneman management philosophy." He does a silly voice. "Corporal punishment in the workplace - it works!"
John's a doctor. But when he's not a doctor, he's a werewolf.
There are moments in Jim's life that act as axis points.
It really does take a village to raise a Jim.
Fine, so maybe it hadn't been the best idea to attack the giant tentacle monster.
Backfire: Teyla knows exactly what this is about. Break: But at times like this, it's the only thing that he seems to want.
"It was too nice a day to be cooped up in the car for long, and Neal knew from experience that if he loitered on the sidewalk, there was a good chance a timely piece of evidence—or a fleeing suspect—would come his way."
such_heights prompted me with "some combination of Natasha, Pepper, and Maria, weapons training." This is what happened.
In which Clark is a not-so-mild-mannered reporter, Lex is a biological fugitive, and someone is mold.
"If you'd been lectured by my father for four hours on your thirteenth birthday about all the many disasters that occur to a realm when you muddy the succession with bastards, you wouldn't have been very quick to dive into bed with the nearest servant girl, either," Arthur muttered.
