I have it! I know what I want to be for Halloween this year!
The second installment of the Thirteen Recs of Halloween! These are a little late because there has been so much fic going on around these parts, but here you go:
All Things Bright and Beautiful by angstslashhope (Sam/Dean, PG-13) This is just. Stunning. I haven't read it in a long time, but when I was searching through my memories for fics to rec, I clicked on this without recognizing the name and ended up reading it all over again. It's so, so sweet.
Sammy holds you closer against him. Dean’s sitting on the edge of the bed in front of you, frowning, clutching the TV remote.
He fell down too! Sam says, and the texture’s different where your fur brushes more tender parts on the heel of his palm. Dean huffs, turns back around. Sam lifts you up. It’s okay, Mister Bun, he whispers, so only you can hear him. I’m not really hurt.
He thinks about the fact that there is blood and soot in his hair. That he hasn't slept more than six hours in three days. Everything hurts, and he hasn't seen Dad since Arizona, and his skin feels electric, and every swallow of beer tastes like cotton in his mouth. He thinks about what Sammy would say if he could see Dean now, John's hand landing on his thigh, his rough whisper of "Well, it was nice meeting you, Winchester. Stay safe out there."
The Process of Taking by joosetta (Sam/Dean, NC-17) As she says in the top, this one's gone AU since AHBL, but, god, let me tell you how much I don't even care. Aside from this being an absolute stunner in terms of the writing itself, the whole "Sam has new powers" thing? Nghfjoaj. Oh dear lord.
It was fine. It was fine, apart from the fact that Sam felt disconnected, shut away. He was used to Dean being all over his space--Dean's shoulder pressed just in front of his as they walked, Dean's knees nudging against his beneath the table at a diner, Dean's hand clasped strong and callused around his, tugging him out of a grave.
Sam hadn't realized how often he touched Dean until he stopped, and he certainly hadn't realized how much he needed to touch Dean.
Jared looks at Jensen and waits for an expansion on that statement. When he doesn't get one, he throws up his arms in the universal "what?!" position. "And that means… we should… be…" He shakes his head. "I cannot think of a single logical reason that you're not humping me right now. Why are you not humping me?"
Basketcase by sheafrotherdon (McKay/Sheppard, PG) Just...darling. There's no other way to describe it.
Rodney made a strangled noise and crossed the room, grabbed John's upper arms and shook him just a little. "You are getting stupider," he said. "Stop that."
“I always knew you weren’t big on being touched,” Rodney says, “I mean, it’s obvious to anyone who spends any time with you, but I never realized—I mean, I didn’t think it was—Jesus, John, why didn’t you say something?”
Parsus (The Lorne Edition) by khohen1 (McKay/Sheppard insinuated, mostly Gen, R) This is a missing bit from scribblinlenore's Parsus, and it makes me deliriously happy.
Lorne wouldn’t necessarily call himself a romantic, but he believes in love. He blames that on his parents, who have been married for forty years and still hold hands, still flirt with each other, still make out on the couch sometimes.
When in Rome by elizayabanci (McKay/Sheppard, R) Very sweet and clever. Plus, come on, who isn't a sucker for John speaking Italian?
"We're in Italy," John points out. "Speaking Italian is kind of normal. For instance: ti posso baciare?"
"I don't like you."
"Penso che stiamo bene insieme, ciccino mio."
"When we get back to Atlantis, you'll be lucky if you ever have hot water again."
Find You Out by lilysaid (Joe Flanigan/David Hewlett, NC-17) So, guess what, I read Joe/David. Surprise! Anyone who's been unlucky enough to know me on AIM has had this link thrown at them before, but the rest of you: read this. Incredibly layered and beautiful.
He remembers writing from before, but there's a difference between a magazine piece and a whole sprawling universe. At first he plays with different Atlantis scripts until he's bored and restless, and then finally one day on set David strips off his uniform jacket and says, "So, I'm writing this script…" and that's it.
And here's the crux of the problem. Crazy mud-covered aliens can tell he's gay just by looking at him, but Rodney's still operating on the (false) assumption that just because John smiles at girls means he likes to fuck them.
“Did you say my ex-girlfriend is trying to kill you?” John’s hands dropped.
“Hello, yes?” Rodney turned back around. “She just tried to kill me in the shower.”
“Chaya tried to kill you in the shower?” John said blankly.
Rodney looked as if he was resisting the urge to slap John’s face. (And wow, that was kinda hot. John filed that away for later.)
“Seriously? I can never have sex with you again if you’re this stupid,” Rodney said. “Atlantis. Atlantis is trying to kill me.”
Falling by lamardeuse (Zelenka/Lorne, R) Okay, wait, no! Don't skip over this! If you have any speck of love in your heart for either Zelenka or Lorne, you have to read this, because it's just absolutely wonderful and I still haven't gotten over it.
He came across Major Lorne in a room they had discovered only recently, one that appeared to have functioned as a concert hall, if the excellent acoustics and unusually comfortable seating had been any indication. Radek paused inside the doors, startled by the sight of Lorne with his feet propped up on the seat in front of him, hands folded on his stomach, taking in a performance that wasn’t there.
If It Must Break by slodwick (McKay/Sheppard, PG) I have a secret weakness for the second person, and this story just delivers so well. Beautiful and lyrical and touching.
Apparently, there was a limit to how many of your near-death experiences he could tolerate, or at least, that's what he said as he followed you through your door. It was all he had been saying for the last ten minutes, really, but as soon as the door slid shut, he was advancing on you like a hunter. Surprised, you dropped your jacket and backed obligingly into the corner of your room, as trapped prey should.
I got to watch SPN 3x03 today with Jules. Everyone knows we shouldn't be let alone with each other for extended periods of time, thus this resulted in us talking about the Imapala and a Puddlejumper falling madly in love, then imagining all the various delightful ways people could have sex. I'm an OTP whore, though, so of course I ended up writing a ficlet about Sam and Dean being in love sparring while John Sheppard watches.
When the Levee Breaks, Sam/Dean, PG-13
They circle around each other like smirking sharks, baiting each other with sharp barbs and affectionate insults. Sheppard watches, unseen, from the sidelines, admires the cat-like grace in Dean’s light steps, the quick dart of Sam’s eyes as he catalogues Dean’s feints without flinching.
“What’s the matter, little brother? Afraid you’re gonna hurt me?”
The first strike comes so fast Sheppard barely sees Sam move, and then the two of them are trading punches and blocks, the muffled thud of flesh on flesh the only sound in the room besides their quick breathing. They’re vicious and beautiful, holding nothing back from each other – not needing to, so familiar with the way they move together, how far they can push, that it’s as natural and easy as a dance.
Sam’s long reach gives him an advantage, and he takes it whenever he can, hooking a long leg around Dean’s feet and knocking him to the ground – but Dean’s fast and he rolls out, grabbing onto Sam’s elbow and yanking him down so they’re wrestling like children.
There’s no finesse to it anymore, and they’re both cursing breathlessly, trying to get an arm around the other’s neck for the upper hand, or some kind of leverage to pin the other to the floor. Finally, Dean manages it, knees leaning on the tender insides of Sam’s elbows with all of his weight behind them. He’s panting and sweaty, and the expression on his face would be obscene if Sheppard didn’t already know how Sam’s eyes would look fluttering closed when his brother’s teeth sunk into his neck.
Just like everything else they’ve done, the kiss happens faster than Sheppard can follow. One minute, Dean’s chest is heaving and he’s gazing down at Sam, and the next, Sam’s got his long fingers threading through Dean’s hair, their lips pressed together with a kind of shameful desperation that Sheppard recognizes.
“I – Sammy, we can’t –”
“No, shut up, Dean. You don’t get to tell me that, you don’t –”
“Okay. Okay, okay. I want to – just –”
They come together again, roll over onto their sides, their hands frantic and constantly in motion. It’s like watching a dam break after years and years of pressure building up: no small cracks here, just a sudden and complete rupture – inescapable, inevitable.
Sheppard watches, and doesn’t begrudge them the flood.
That is a win. Carrot monsters are frightening. Who ISN'T afraid of something that could potentially poke your eyes out of it is stabbed at you enough times?
Most definitely. People will run in FEAR. Carrot monsters will one day rule the world - Bush even said so. *nods* After saving the world from terrorists, he is going to hunt down all the carrot monsters because their carrot horns frighten him so.
DEAN/JOHN SHEPPARD!?!?!? I am torn between "AAAAGH YAY AAAAGH HOT SERIOUSLY? YAY" and "NOOO THEY BE BREAKIN MY OTP" (of McShep, not Wincest, since I don't believe in Wincest, except for the part where the scene at the beginning of 3.03 made me think "DUDE THEY ARE SO BUTT BROTHERS" but seriously ew). Now I go read it. YAYYY. Thank you for the recs. They make my life better. DEAN/JOHN SHEPPARD EEEEEE.
I KNOW! I WENT AND I READ IT AND IT WAS WONDERFUL! *dances*
...Although there is this one story I read, where John and Rodney met as teenagers and made out a lot, and then it took John a really long time to realize that Rodney was Rodney, and then they made out a lot again. I'm sure you read it, since I think I read it the second time from a link on your del.icio.us, which is my new favorite place to go for recs (no pressure! :-P).
I reread Find You Out on a regular basis and it still never stops being awesome. I think I have one story per (non-J2) RPS fandom that I read even though I generally dislike RPS, and this is my SGA one.
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notthequiettype (Jensen/Jared, NC-17)
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AMAZING. *fluttery sigh*
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EEEEEEE! Sam and Dean and SHEPPARD! And so gorgeous to boot. *happy sigh*
And thank you so much for the rec! That's story's so strange, but I am so glad you liked!
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...Although there is this one story I read, where John and Rodney met as teenagers and made out a lot, and then it took John a really long time to realize that Rodney was Rodney, and then they made out a lot again. I'm sure you read it, since I think I read it the second time from a link on your del.icio.us, which is my new favorite place to go for recs (no pressure! :-P).
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AND THAT'S THE SCARIEST COSTUME EVER!
THANK YOU FOR THE RECS!
AND I DON'T KNOW WHY, BUT I'M STUCK IN CAPSLOCK! AND OVER-ABUSING EXCLAMATIONS! I HAVE NO IDEA! BUT I LOVE YOU!
*bounces about and gives you cake*
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only taken me like, EIGHT days to leave feedback. lol