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15 January 2014 @ 12:08 pm
The Runaway Race by ronandhermy, R, 40,029 words
During an investigation by Child Protective Services it is revealed that Ian is not Frank Gallagher's son but Clayton Gallagher's. Ian goes to live with his new found family but it's like they say, you can take the kid out of the Southside but you can't take the Southside out of the kid.

This is so engaging and so well written, it's just great. I loved this concept and how it still had the characters as we know and love them but turned everything upside down at the same time. Not only was watching Ian and Mickey relationship develop awesome but also watching Ian with his 'other' family is great too. Also nothing, nothing, beats Mickey's relationship with Ian new family.

Mickey let him go and Ian ended up curling in on himself on the floor. After a long silence Ian said, “Monica’s back. Again. Except this time she wants to kidnap Liam.” And then he was laughing, laughing so hard he started to cry, and then he was just sobbing into his hands while lying on Mickey’s dirty floor. “They didn’t want me,” Ian gasped out as he continued to sob. It wasn’t manly and it wasn't pleasant. It was ugly and dark and full of a childhood filled with broken promises.

“Fuck,” Mickey muttered under his breath. Then Ian could hear him moving around before sitting down next to him. A flick of a match and then Ian smelled the familiar odor of pot. “Here,” Mickey said, thrusting the blunt into Ian’s face, “Smoke this.”
15 January 2014 @ 11:59 am
The Halfway House by MintSauce, R, 30209 words
After his mum took off, Ian sort of expected he'd wind up in foster care. What he didn't expect was to meet a sort of dirty boy called Mickey Milkovich there.

This fic is all sorts of awesome. Like damn. Both Ian and Mickey are written so well and feel so in-character even with the differences the fic brings. And I liked this Ian, might even be a tad more fond of him then canon Ian, but that is probably because we get to see inside this Ian's head more. Their relationship is just as fucked up as ever but it's them and it works and I loved how even when there's problems you can still feel the commitment. And you could see these boys being together forever.

Ian nodded to stop himself from imagining a world without Mickey in it with him. He didn't want to think of a world like that. He thought that was the minute he first felt himself falling for Mickey Milkovich, he didn't know why, it just was. Not even the way Mickey spat on the ground and scratched his balls before walking off could put him off, Ian figured that meant he had pretty strange taste.

And not only because Mickey was a boy.
09 December 2013 @ 12:04 am
The Girlfriend Experience by rageprufrock, NC-17, 15393 words
While it's not like Dean hasn't had a couple of truly regrettable hit-and-runs in his sexual history, this is probably the saddest fucking thing that has ever happened to him.

Clearly everyone must have read this already because it's so amazing it literally calls to you. But if somehow you have not then please for the love of god go read it now because it's great. Dean and Cas were amazing, in-character but also changed enough to adapt to the situation. Sam was written excellently as well, he was just fun really but a fun voice of reason which is normally needed when it comes to Cas and Dean getting together. This fic was just hot and steamy and beautiful. Two idiots coming together and Sam the cheering squad, just wanting his big brother to man up and get with Cas.

"Burgers also cost money," Castiel says in between bites, mopping ketchup off his face. "Which I don't have and do not know how to obtain."

Dean snorts. "Great, we're your sugar daddies — that is shit sad, Cas."

"Oh, Jesus," Sam mutters, like he just cannot believe his brother is talking about this in front of his prom date.

"What's a sugar daddy?" Cas asks, and looking hopeful, he opens his mouth again. Dean cuts in, saying:

"No more burgers for you. And you don't need to know about sugar daddies."
03 December 2013 @ 08:02 pm
Easy Now, With My Heart by mcpadalackles, NC-17, 49663 recs
Dean Winchester is a kindergarten teacher. Castiel Milton is a writer slash works-in-a-coffee-shop. He also happens to be the extremely hot one-night stand that Dean never intended to see again other than in his own fantasies (he’s classy like that). But suddenly Cas is everywhere and Dean is convinced that Fate is out to get him. And maybe they do this thing backwards, but that doesn’t have to mean they can’t make it in the end, right?

This is amazing, and awesome and I just could not stop reading. Hell, Dean and Castiel in this was both kind of insane and really co-dependent - but to be fair that is realatively in character - and half the time they were looking it felt like waiting for two trains to crash but it was still so good. They're not making life easy for each other but you could feel the want and the need and the love and it was as engaging as hell.

Turns out though, he was totally right. Castiel does love the place, or at least he pretends to for Dean's sake. They start off with more beer, but that quickly escalates to shots (and the dude's fucking lethal at shots—it takes at least half a dozen before he declares that he's 'starting to feel something') and then they end up nursing two of Ellen's finest whiskeys and laughing hysterically about… well, he forgets but it sure was funny at the time. Castiel's shirt is open at the neck now, his blue tie a lost cause, and Dean's pretty sure he doesn't look much better himself.

And then, suddenly, and he's really not sure how it happened or who initiated it, but suddenly they're pressed together in their corner booth and they're kissing. Like full on desperate tongue and teeth action, and it tastes like booze and bar nuts but is so fucking good, and if Dean had any doubts before he certainly doesn't now. Castiel presses into him hard, forcing him to lean backwards in his seat and he has to grab the table to stop himself from toppling over.
28 November 2013 @ 11:10 pm
F**k You! by deans1911, R, 24459 words
Castiel Novak, the general manager of a failing restaurant, and Dean Winchester, his stubborn head chef, hate each other’s guts. It’s up to celebrity Chef Balthazar Roche to keep them from running Garrison 16 into the ground and killing one another in the process.

So, okay, this is probably one of my favourite AU's I've read. It's a really nice fleshed out universe, the characters are great and it's real. In the sense that it got it sad moments, and its bad, but it also has it happy and silly and hot. And it all evens out really well. You do sort of want to bang Cas and Dean's heads together half the time but honestly that was probably part of the fun.

Dean is grinning like an idiot, if for no other reason than the stunningly ridiculous visual he now has of Cas shaking his ass for money. He lets Cas turn his hand over and run his thumb over the stitches through the plastic bag. There’s that crease between Cas’s eyebrows that means he’s about to say something that’s going to make them both uncomfortable. “For what it’s worth, I actually do think of you as my boyfriend,” he mutters, voice gone rough and soft in a way that instantly has Dean’s stomach flip-flopping. When he peeks up at Dean from under the messy fringe of his bangs, flattened to his forehead from sea water, Dean wants to kiss him senseless or run screaming--he isn’t sure which is the better option.
27 November 2013 @ 09:19 pm
The First Year by cloudyjenn, PG-13, 7730 words
When Castiel leaves after Lucifer's defeat, all he asks is that Dean wait for him. So that's exactly what Dean does.

Ohh this fic, it breaks my heart and then after that comes back round to jump on it. Which is weird because it is not exactly that angsty or even that depressing, I think it's more the idea of the fic and the message behind it. And what it said about Dean and his life and how damn hard he loves. It's gorgeous and everything is worth it in the end.

"Do you want to get out of here?" Amber asked a moment later.

"I can't," Dean said without thought. "I'm waiting."
The (Mostly Accidental) Courtship of Dean Winchester by tuesday, PG-13, 11171 words
Angelic marriage rites were never intended to go quite like this.

When are wedding/bonding fics not fun? The answer is they're always fun. I really enjoyed Dean's voice in this, I mean it is essentially a Dean that is happy which is not exactly in-character but his character in this fic was still great and engaging. Cas was great too but clearly I was pretty drawn to Dean in this. I'm more of a fun and engaging then angstful and depressing kind of fic gal. And this fitted the brief pretty well.

"What the hell?" Dean had said, and, "Where have you been?" and, like Cas was the boy blocking his calls and Dean was three steps away from turning stalker, God help him, "Why didn't you answer me the first three times?"

"I was busy," Castiel said.

And really, Dean should have asked this first, but, "Why are you naked?"
27 November 2013 @ 08:52 pm
The Way the War was Won by deans1911, R, 37258 words
Dean and Cas are buddy cops faking a marriage for the benefits and tax breaks. Except for the part where Dean’s sort of actually in love with his partner and doesn’t realize it yet.

Aww cute and sweet and long. I like that we sort of skip the angsty section of their relationship and skip straight to the finally getting their shit together part. Like there's still some angst, but not enough to hurt and it is such a well written story just even though we're just hearing about their history you still feel like you know their whole story. Fun and amazing read, I loved it.

“Are you actually gay or just Cas-sexual?” she quips, grinning. Dean wants to shoot her, but he doubts that Cas would approve of brain matter on their new carpet. Sam needs to upgrade. Ruby is officially a demon.

“Not really any of your business,” he mutters.

Ruby purrs beside him and wraps her arms around her knees. ”Oh, I don’t know, Dean. I just think it’s really fucked up of you to try to keep him from seeing people if you’re never actually going to seal the deal.”

Low blow. This bitch is way too observant for her own good. Probably why she’s CIA. ”Whatever,” he snarls, but she struck a chord and he knows it.
11 November 2013 @ 05:20 pm
So Glad We Made It by Annie D (scaramouche), PG-13, 16421 words
At twelve years old, Dean makes a friend, who becomes his best friend, who will eventually become the love of his life.

Really sweet and engaging fic, and it pretty perfectly catches that feeling of being scared of taking that step because who knows what happens when you do? When Dean does take that step it works out pretty awesome, with the right amount of angst and confusion along the way. Really good take on Dean, and while Castiel didn't always act or do what I expected that is probably more in character than him suddenly swooning and falling all over Dean. But all in all they were both great and fun and the fic was just a really good read.

Later, without fail, Cas plucks Dean out from the mess and drags him to the Impala outside. (On loan from Dad, because Cas’ solemn oath to behave actually means something in their house.) Dean only stirs awake when he finds himself being tucked into bed, Cas a dark shadow hovering over him.

Dean catches Cas’ arms, holds him there. He squints up at Cas, who is watching him, patient as a statue.

“Always you,” Dean says stupidly.

“Of course, Dean,” Cas replies, though he can’t have any idea what Dean’s talking about.
27 October 2013 @ 09:33 pm
Stay by esterbrook, PG-13, 7393 words
Retirement wasn't quite what they'd expected. For one thing, they hadn't been in the same room for two years.

This was just utterly charming. A retirement fic that was nice and good and not depressing nearly the whole time - to be fair I have a ridiculous fear of retirements fics because normally someone dies or its completely depressing and I've only found a few that do it right -for me at least. And this is one of those ones that does it right. some things seemed out of character, Sherlock moving and leaving John, but then explanations were given and I was like that works, that is a great explanation because I can see them both being that stupid. It was just lovely, and a wonderful blend of just a touch angsty but mostly hopeful, and I enjoy hopeful a lot.

"And London misses you."

"As do you."

Anyone else would have heard it as a simple statement, but John caught the tiny shift in inflection, the infinitesimal lift at the end, the way the pale eyes flickered away and back. "Of course I do, you idiot. Nothing's ever quite right without you."
27 October 2013 @ 06:28 pm
I Don't Know What More to Ask For by halotolerant, PG-13, 4813 words
'And now that, once more, he does not have John Watson the situation has arguably only returned – after six hundred and two days of abnormality – to a resting state.'

Oh my heart. This fic is just a punch to the heart. Sherlock is just, he's lost and alone and missing John, yearning for John, and he doesn't understand how to deal with it and what to do. This fic does a wonderful job at showing the pain of missing someone, of needing someone, and of not quite understanding all the emotions or reasons why. Also the flashback from the Hounds episode was one of the best things ever.

John’s breathing was levelling out, his arms going down. Slowly, the muscles in his face relaxed from grimace to concern. “Leaving everything else aside – and there is a lot of everything else, by the way – I don’t want to have sex with someone who doesn’t think they’ll enjoy it.”

“I don’t know if I could enjoy sex. I like the idea of having another kind of hold on you.”

John gaped at him.
22 October 2013 @ 07:12 pm
Playing the game by KeelieThompson1, R, 5512 words
As a vampire, John often despairs of Sherlock Holmes. Especially when he makes a new fledgling.

This world is astounding and captivating and I was so completely hooked the entire time I was reading, and after I finished I wanted more. And I still want more. I there are two more chapters to go and the wait is already killing me. It is great, this amazing world of vampires, and Sherlock and John, and the others. But it always comes back to the two of them, and watching this world and lore and their relationship unravel and reveal is going to be excellent fun.

"You're his favourite."

John looked up from his tea. "I beg your pardon?"

"They all say it," Lestrade said slowly. "They say he chased you through Europe once."

"He did not chase me through Europe. He chased a hunter through Europe. The hunter happened to be after me." John rolled his eyes. "Why is everyone so intent on romanticising him?"
19 October 2013 @ 08:00 pm
Lead me to the Truth by Lavellington, PG, 8946 words
John didn’t mind following two steps behind: two steps behind Sherlock was still miles ahead of everyone else.

Wow, this fic is brilliant. Completely captivating from the first moment, from the first segment. This telling of the characters is one of my favourites, from the steady of John to the extreme of Sherlock, I loved each moment of them. And the game with the skull has to be one of my favourite things ever. Excellent story, excellent characters, just excellent.

“It’s your birthday,” he announced, placing a tattered linen shopping bag on the kitchen table. John blinked, unsure whether “Thank you” was an overly optimistic response to that statement. Perhaps Sherlock thought he was dim enough that he’d forgotten. He risked it anyway.

“Thank you,” he said, wiping toast crumbs off his jumper.

Sherlock smiled and gestured grandly at the bag. “You’re welcome,” he replied, magnanimously. John stared at the bag, then back at Sherlock, then back at the bag. Then he looked back at Sherlock. Just to be sure.

“My God, did you finally buy milk?”
19 October 2013 @ 06:46 pm
Just Browsing by bendingsignpost, R, 3869 words
“I’m a good kisser,” John says.
Another eye roll. “Everyone thinks that.”
“Everyone? Blimey, someone’s been kissing and telling. Had no idea I was so famous.”

This is perfect! Hot and sexy and funny and hot. It's really really hot is the point essentially. AU re-telling of Sherlock and John's first meeting and it's much less PG then the show. Nicely in-character and a good balance of humour to even out the pure sex of it.

Cheekbones doesn’t take it. “Do you have a reason beyond my face?”

“There’s the rest of you, too,” John says bluntly. “And I don’t see many people speed-reading about snake venom. You’re a bit of a posh prat, but I’m mostly inured to that.” He smiles after, so polite that it comes out on the other side.

For a moment, Cheekbones weighs him. “...You can stay.”

“I can also go for coffee,” John offers. “Provided you came too, I mean.”
14 October 2013 @ 11:34 am
Torn Stitches by AggressiveWhenStartled, R, 35645 words
The trick to being with Sherlock Holmes, John mused, was to always keep in mind that he wouldn’t actually murder you and wear your skin as a suit.
“I can see the appeal,” Sherlock was murmuring to him over the peeled body, much to the horror of any yarders in earshot. “I often find it surprisingly difficult to get inside your head. It might be cathartic to do in a more literal sense.”
John snorted. “With your curls? Our killer didn’t even clean this poor bugger out properly, just pulled him on gore and all. You’d be picking bits of me out of your hair for weeks afterwards.”

This is awesome! Sequel to Loosed Reins, which started an exploration of their relationship and characters and this explores them even more. It's engaging and charming and so much fun. Again the characters are not as we know them but they have the essence you're used to and they are just captivating. You need to know what is going to happen next and watching the boys grow together is great, because they are such strong character that are amazing together. And I really enjoy fics that don't shy away from the fact that John and Sherlock are both weird and dangerous and pretty damn odd, and it's fun but they are not normal and they can come off pretty creepy because of it.

“Then I am going to order some food, because I am at the end of my rope tonight, you’ve poisoned the refrigerator, I am going to eat something, and it won’t be whatever you’ve left in the crisper.”

Sherlock’s mouth quirked up, and John rolled his eyes. “Oh,” Sherlock purred, leaning back in his chair, “I wouldn’t mind that.”

“I am going to eat some food,” John clarified virtuously. Sherlock gave an exaggerated sigh.

“Oh, dull,” he decided. “But I suppose. If you must.”
13 October 2013 @ 06:56 pm
The Norwood Love Builders by flawedamythyst, R, 47798 words
Sherlock and John go undercover to solve the murder of Joanna Oldacre, but things are complicated by the many feelings John has been repressing in the wake of Sherlock's faked death and return.

Charming, long and engaging. This was just fun and enjoyable to read, I was clicking excitedly on each next chapter, on the edge of my seat, to read more. This fic deals excellently with John's grief and how it doesn't go away when Sherlock returns but becomes something else, something that Sherlock doesn't know know to deal with. The story isn't just about getting them together it about getting them back, back to what they once were and trying to save what was lost when Sherlock jumped. Also has one of my favourite themes of Sherlock adoring John, which is in most fics but this one does it particularly nicely. So to end, this was great and definitely well worth a read.

It was half an hour before Sherlock spoke again. “Will you tell me what was wrong with you earlier?”

John looked up to find that Sherlock had shifted his gaze to John, and was giving him the intense look that meant he was trying to read his mind. “It was nothing,” he said.

Sherlock's gaze only grew stronger. “Don't insult my intelligence, John. You've been in an odd mood all day. What is it?”

John looked at him for a long moment. There was no point in reminding him of the date, especially not now the day was mostly over. What would be the point in complaining about it when he had spent eleven months desperate to have an evening like this one?
13 October 2013 @ 06:34 pm
Child's Play by bendingsignpost, PG, 4324 words
“You’ve been shopping, but not for groceries. You don’t have much in the way of funds, so something cheap, but not an impulse purchase—you’re much too disciplined for that. Something-”
John puts down the plastic bag on the coffee table.
A palpable shift occurs in the air.
“...You bought a puzzle from a charity shop,” Sherlock states.

This is a lovely and charming getting-to-know-you fic. Really enjoyable and watching their friendship develop and grow is so well done and appealing. You are brought along with them on the ride.

“Fantastic,” John says when Sherlock stops for breath. “That is—That is amazing.”

The corner of Sherlock’s mouth pulls in something caught between smile and frown, not quite related to a sneer. John can make neither head nor tails of it.

“We’ll see,” Sherlock answers before swishing away into his second dramatic exit of the afternoon.

John feels as if he’s come up lacking, but he’s not sure how. He looks at his half-filled room and wonders.
05 October 2013 @ 10:41 pm
Disco Stick by Ishmael, R, 4941 words
For a prompt requesting Polefessional Sherlock. John meets Sherlock at Clara's hen night in a strip club.
“This is the part where you proposition me for sex.”

This is hot and fun and adorable. John is confused and excellent, and Sherlock is sexy and brilliant. It's a pretty amazing match. Worth reading for the prompt alone.

The current three dancers leave the stage, the music and lighting shift for the next act. The stage is bathed in blue, deep bass greeting him as he stalks out to the beat. He’s lithe and pale compared to the bulkier bronzed men out previously, high cheekbones and curly dark hair. Clad only in tight, short black shorts and some of the most ridiculous heels John has ever seen, John can’t help but admire the confidence he exudes.
18 September 2013 @ 09:24 pm
Eight Days A Week by cassyl, R, 24005 words
When a handsome consultant shows up at the office, John thinks his biggest worry is being made redundant. Little does he know, things are about to get a lot more complicated.

Really fun AU, as the author says a sort of Office crossover but not. John is working uninspired at an office when Sherlock enters his life and heats everything up. It's hot and fun and a great use of the characters in this new setting. It's nice to watch Sherlock and John grow together and the author has managed to make this new universe work and fit with what we know. Lots of fun and a great read.

“Listen,” Bill says when the doors open, “John and I are headed over to the King’s Arms. They do a little pub quiz on Thursdays – not a very erudite crowd, I’m afraid, but you’re welcome to come along if you like.”

John fully expects Sherlock to decline, but he doesn’t. He doesn’t say yes right away, either. Instead, his gaze is searching John’s face, considering, and John would give his left arm to know what’s going through his head right now.

“You should come,” John says, although he’s not sure why he says it. “It’s a laugh, and I guarantee you there’s absolutely nothing else going on tonight.”

“All right,” Sherlock says at last. There’s almost even a smile on his face, which sends a little shiver down John’s spine.
18 September 2013 @ 08:32 pm
Interpretive Failure by cassyl, R, 2642 words
Sherlock thinks he's being perfectly clear. John might not agree.

Aww, cute and sweet misunderstandings, how fun they can be. Sherlock wants John, Sherlock knows John wants him and he's a bit unsure about where the issue is. Hot and sweet and just a lot of fun.

For Sherlock, the great tragedy is that the world doesn’t respond to his will alone. Like everyone else, he has to flip a switch to turn on the lights, reach into his pocket for his mobile. A frankly terrifying portion of his life is wasted on the basic processes of living. Sleep, of course, is the worst offender, to say nothing of traffic, food preparation, and waiting for web pages to load. How much simpler – how much more parsimonious – if he could just will things into being.

John is perfect in this regard. In John Watson, Sherlock is gratified to find his will made flesh.
17 September 2013 @ 10:35 pm
Wild Nights, Wild Nights by cassyl, R, 32047 words
If Sherlock had never met John, would he still be on the side of the angels? On his return from Afghanistan, John takes a job working the night shift at a high secure psychiatric hospital, but when the infamous criminal mastermind Sherlock Holmes is admitted as a patient, John begins to suspect that all is not as it seems.

So this is a really interesting AU, what could of become of Sherlock and then also Sherlock playing Moriarty's game. And it's a pretty fascinating take on the idea. Sherlock's not evil, nor is he in partnership with Moriarty but without John's morally he gets much more involved in the game and takes more risks. And this is what happens after, once Moriarty is gone and dealing with the issues left behind. Wonderful John character, living but not, until once again Sherlock comes into his life and takes over his mind - well most of his thoughts at least. Also in some Sherlock fics the side characters aren't given the best characterization or attention but this author has really attempted to pay attention to the littlest details and it shows. Awesome fic, awesome concept. Go read it now.

It should probably be worrying that the only person he’s felt at ease around since coming home from Afghanistan is a known sociopath who’s engineered more murders, thefts, and swindles than anyone can count. He’s sure that says something less-than-good about him and his capacity to adapt to civilian life. But, really, it’s been so long since he’s felt anything but adrift that he can’t bring himself to care.
14 September 2013 @ 10:52 pm
Not In This Land Alone by torakowalski, PG-13, 36408 words
Modern AU. When Merlin Emrys gets a summer job at Buckingham Palace, he doesn't expect to even meet King Arthur, let alone become involved in protecting him from a plot to overthrow the monarchy.

Oh this fic is such fun! Merlin is working at Buckingham Palace and ends up befriending and ultimately falling in love with King Arthur. Yep, it's as awesome as it sounds. And it's got magic and suspense and a bit of angst, to be honest it has pretty much has everything you want a fic to have. I am more a fan of canon-era fics but this is one of the modern-era fics that definitely show you how good this type of fic can be. If you've read it already it's worth a reread and if you haven't read it yet - run, don't walk. Fair warning though, because I know it can put some people off, Merlin is in a relationship with Will when the fic starts but it finishes not too far into the fic and there is no infidelity.

A prickle along the back of his spine told Arthur that someone was standing behind him. He tensed and twisted around, preparing to leap to his feet and put his black belt in karate to good use.

He relaxed slightly when he saw that it was only the useless employee from the other day, the one with the floppy brown hair and ridiculous ears. The one with no sense of decorum or respect for Arthur's position. The one whose name Arthur did know, he simply chose not to remember.

Arthur snapped his notebook closed and glared. "What are you doing?"

"Loitering until you deign to acknowledge me, Your Majesty," Ridiculous Ears said, with a little smirk.
14 September 2013 @ 10:02 pm
Favorite by astolat, R, 13035 words
Arthur was tipped back against the wall, his mouth open for breath and staring at the small arrow-slit window over Merlin's head, trying to work out how it could possibly be that good with Merlin, of all people.

This is both insanely hot and incredibly sweet and I enjoyed it immensely. I loved this take on their characters, it was fun and silly but also nice and heart warming. Essentially the boys have a moment and then another moment and then a lot more 'moments'. I think I enjoyed this so much because of simply how sweet and charming it is. It's nice to read a fun story with depth but not too much angst and I just loved it.

So this was not going to be a regular thing, no matter how unbelievably fantastic it had been just wanking off together in the hallway just now. He did not need to know how much better it might get if he shoved Merlin into his bed and—

Merlin turned away from the basin, then gulped and said, "Oh," also in a certain degree of horror, and then rather unwillingly, his eyes dragged over and looked at the bed.

Arthur wavered a moment longer, struggling; but indecisiveness was a sin Uther had cured him of by age thirteen, so he said, "All right, bloody come here already," and Merlin nearly tripped over his own feet, trying to get across the room and take off his tunic and his trousers and his boots all at the same time.
12 September 2013 @ 12:32 pm
The Crown of the Summer Court by astolat, R, 24339 words
"The king sent me to get you," Merlin said, with a tone that implied strongly that he wasn't rolling his eyes where Arthur could see, but just wait until his back was turned. "He said you're to get changed into formal clothes and meet him in the Great Hall, there's a delegation coming from the Summer Court."

I've read - and loved - this fic so many times it shocks me I haven't recced it already. It was probably one of those cases of I was rereading it, basking in its awesomeness, and thinking there's no way I haven't recced it. But it appears I haven't so it's time to right that wrong. This is a great, great fic. It's fun and exciting and has that touch of angst and fear to give it depth. I thought Arthur reaction to learning of Merlin's magic was not particularly in-character but then everything beyond that seemed like them - granted a slightly different them from the show but you could still feel the essence of their characters and their goals and it was excellent. A fun and slightly silly fic that hits nearly all the buttons and keeps you entertained the whole way.

"If anyone touches Arthur, I'll kill them," Merlin said.

They both turned, and Arthur's plan to yell Merlin down before his father could start going died in his throat, because Merlin's eyes were blazing gold and there was murder crackling in the air around him.

"How dare you," Uther said. "The next time you speak out of turn—"

"What?" Merlin interrupted. "What do you think you can do to me, exactly?" Arthur had never really thought of Merlin as tall before: slope-shouldered and skinny, he would have said, and certainly no presence to speak of. But now he was drawing himself to his full height, magic a golden haze around him, caught beneath his skin and in his eyes and hair as though all his body was nothing but a fragile cage to hold it in.
11 September 2013 @ 11:29 am
XVII by stereobone, R, 19732 words
"You will be a fine husband," Frigga says. "Your father and I are very proud."

I quite enjoy the whole Thor/Loki arranged marriage to join their lands fics and this one in particular is quite good. I liked how both characters were handled, sometimes people have a tendency to write them both quite over the top - which can work but it can also be nice to have them gentle and just getting to know each other. An enjoyable and fun fic.

"You're slow today," she says. "You're distracted."

She doesn't have to say by what. Loki is in the shade watching him, and Thor has been all too aware of that. He wants to impress him, but so far he's not doing a good job of it. Thor glances to the corner were Loki stares, very much unimpressed. Slowly but surely, he's been venturing from their chambers more. First he would only go to the library and the dining hall, but now he goes just about anywhere he pleases. He also never goes anywhere without Thor from what he can tell. Wisely, Thor says nothing about that.
10 September 2013 @ 04:44 pm
A Case of Mistaken Occupation by dorothydonne, R, 5104 words
“Hang on. You can’t seriously be trying to turn us away because we’re together.”

This was just amusing and fun. A small, or big depending on how you look at it, misunderstanding that leads to a pretty hot situation. I love protective!John and somewhat insulted John is also fun, while Sherlock is just great this whole fic. Exactly how you could imagine him in this situation. Lots of fun and definitely worth a read.

“I’ve a reservation under Watson,” John said, tapping his credit card against the granite countertop. The young man at the computer smiled politely and started clicking through reservations.

Sherlock, who was much closer than acceptable social practices would permit, leaned forward and said in a stage whisper: “I’ve a reservation under Watson, as well.” To which John let out a small snort, because really.
08 September 2013 @ 08:43 pm
(I don't want) happiness by halves by coloredink, PG-13, 2951 words
John Watson is the king of second best.

Oh this is heart-breaking, I was just going aww John constantly. Watching scenes from John's life, as he grows up and the moments that changed him. It's such a sad take on John's characters, its beautiful, but sad at the same time. And Sherlock doesn't change him from his ways but ultimately he finds in Sherlock something he did not expect. And the whole thing is great, while laced with sadness. A quick, touching and brilliant read.

Two years later, Harry and Clara marry, or rather, have a civil ceremony, same-sex marriage not yet being legal in England. John smiles and raises his glass. He does not say: actually, Clara was mine first. He does not say: Remember that time I came home and found you two snogging on the couch, and Clara was actually my girlfriend at the time?
Wherein There Is a Case, Several Mysteries, John Coming to the Rescue, and an Old Folk Saying by parsnips, PG, 5559 words
There are three mysteries to living with Sherlock Holmes.

This is just charming! John trying and trying to unlock Sherlock, putting together everything he knows about his friend to learn more. It's delightful and fun and more than worth a read. Such a great look inside John Watson's head and his urge to prove himself, to both Sherlock and himself.

Once John got his mind around the fact that Sherlock wasn't ever going to be a normal flatmate, it became startlingly easy to settle in at 221B. Living with Sherlock is a bit like living in a reality TV show, with all the guilty pleasure that entails. Periodically rating dips would demand that the house be set on fire, or an entire dead pig be found beneath John's bed, just to see what John would do, but otherwise it was just... fun. It's fun being Sherlock's flatmate, writing up blog posts about their cases, flying in the face of establishment and catching criminals at the same time.
04 September 2013 @ 09:55 pm

London Orbital by merripestin, PG, 13627 words
"I’m driving first," Sally said. "Guv can take over after me. If we’re all still mad enough to be at this after that, John can drive third shift. Then the freak, if we decide we can risk it."
"John doesn’t drive," said Sherlock.
"Then what’s John along for?" Sally protested. Which Greg reckoned had to be just Sally trying to wind Sherlock up. She knew better. All night in a car with Sherlock was bad enough. All night driving round and round the M25 looking for a killer, with Sherlock deprived of John Watson, sounded like a new circle of hell.

This is happy and sad, and exciting and depressing and just wonderful. Imagine being stuck in a car which Sherlock…, well in this fic you get to experience it in a way that feels in-character and interesting. Lestrade, Sally, John and Sherlock on the case - in a car. I had so much fun reading this, and the author managed to balance the silliness of the situation and the comedic factor with the sweetness and realness that Sherlock and John’s relationship brings, along with Sally and Lestrade contribution. A really great fic, recommended to everyone.

"And you can see me," Greg put in. "So that’s nice for you."

"And he’s better looking than I am," John joked.

"Much," Sherlock said, seriously, "but that isn’t the point."

Greg coughed and John failed to stifle one of those weirdly shrill giggles of his.

"What?" demanded Sherlock, "Lestrade is, objectively, much handsomer than you."

Five Times John Talked to Mummy (and one time he didn't) by coloredink, PG, 2764 words
Sherlock thrust his phone into John's jaw and growled, "You talk to her."

Really fun fic, I love the concept of John meeting Mummy, and while he is not necessarily 'meeting' her it's still enough interaction to make me happy. Really well written, like all the authors work. Short and sweet but well worth a read.

The next time Sherlock shoved his phone into John's face and flounced off, John was rather better prepared: "Hello, Mrs Holmes," he said, as he cradled the phone between his shoulder and face. He was up to his elbows in soapy water.

"What if it weren't me?"

"Then I would have felt really silly." John dried his hands on a flannel and leaned against the counter. "But who else would he not hang up on and shove in my face instead?"