Alternative Universe Alphabet

Fic: A night of Pleasure and Education

2012-06-12T20:37:20Z

Title: A night of Pleasure and Education
Beta's: aquila_star and dizilla
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/Characters: Kirk/McCoy (unrequited), Scotty, Kirk/Areel Shaw, McCoy/Areel Shaw and Sir Anthony Fanshawe (borrowed from the incomparable Georgette Heyer)
Kinks/Warnings: Regency AU, Voyeurism
Word count: 10,643
Disclaimer: Not mine, dammit.

Summary: Any young buck, hoping to make a splash amongst the Ton, should make the acquaintance of a high-flyer. Luckily for Lord Jim Kirk, Marquis of Uisneach, one of his friends has a plan. Unluckily it involves learning something new about his best friend, the man he has loved since he was sixteen.

A/N: This is a small interlude to a considerably larger story called The Masquerade, which I have been working on for a while. It is set during the late Georgian/Regency time period in London. As such, most of our crew have some additional titles. Scotty is the Duke of Doohan. McCoy is the Earl of Stonehaven and Kirk is the Marquis of Uisneach. Also Scotty is referred to as Monty. Another change is that Kirk and McCoy met when Kirk was 16 and Scotty and McCoy have known each other since childhood.

As this is a Regency fic, I have tried to keep to a similar style of writing for that period, and the characters are referred to by their titles. To call someone by their first name is exceedingly intimate and very rare.

Areel Shaw (who appeared in TOS:"Court Martial") has had her name changed to Ariel Shaw and while this story primarily features het scenes, there are strong undertones of the possibility of future Kirk/McCoy. ;)

Further notes here with links to the art and clothing referenced within for those who are interested.

Post at my LJ here and also posted at AO3 here

Never See My Shade --Firefly

2012-04-18T04:58:48Z

Title: Never See My Shade
Fandom: Firefly
Rating: T/PG-13
Prompt: Vampires
Warnings: Kinda dark, I guess.
Summary: "AU. In which River makes a lovely Dracula, but Mal's not the best of Van Helsings."

Never See My Shade

Unexpected Awakenings (Ultraman Gaia. Z - Zoomorphs)

2012-03-08T18:49:37Z

Title: Unexpected Awakenings
Rating: 15
Prompt: Z - Zoomorphs
Summary: Gamu woke slowly, toes curling as he stretched, fingers curling into warm fur as he settled down again. Wait. Fur?

Unexpected Awakenings

How to Win Friends and Influence People (Ultraman Gaia. X - X-over)

2012-02-23T16:53:43Z

Title: How to Win Friends and Influence People (Or, How Not to Crash Your Sibling's Date)
Fandom: Ultraman Gaia(/Rescue Fire)
Rating: G
Prompt: X - X-over
Summary: The Kajio twins are much easier to cope with separately than together.

How to Win Friends and Influence People

Times of Testing (Ultraman Gaia. W - Wizards)

2012-01-26T23:44:37Z

Title: Times of Testing
Fandom: Ultraman Gaia
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: W - Wizards
Summary: Dissenting opinions can have unpleasant consequences.

Times of Testing

Perilous Refuge

2011-10-24T15:51:47Z

Title: Perilous Refuge
Fandom/Claim: MMPR : Adam Park/Tommy Oliver
Rating: PG13 (for safety)
Prompt: Detectives
Summary: Hart Investigations faces their toughest challenge yet, as a ghost from Kimberly's past brings the agency a new case. Slash, femslash, implied violence and corruption - and werewolves.

The author has taken liberties with timeline and some historical inaccuracies can be expected.

Perilous Refuge

Object in Space (Checkmate) --Firefly

2011-09-30T04:55:38Z

Title: Object in Space (Checkmate)
Fandom: Firefly
Rating: T/PG-13
Prompt: Outer Space
Warnings: Implied(?) character death.
Author's Note: I kinda wanted my first fill to be more epic, but I haven't managed to complete anything but this and I liked the way it turned out, so. *shrug*
Summary: "AU. A different ending for "Objects in Space." River had been a problem. And so River had removed herself."

Object in Space (Checkmate)

Profane Hands (Ultraman Gaia. R - Royalty)

2011-09-25T20:40:17Z

Title: Profane Hands
Fandom: Ultraman Gaia
Rating: G
Prompt: R - Royalty
Summary: A political marriage to end a war was never going to be easy.

Profane Hands

au_abc @ 2011-06-04T23:05:00

2011-06-05T03:06:00Z

Title: The Winter of Discontent Blooms Into Love
Author: Jordan Herbert
Pairing: MikeyRafieo
Fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Rating: Pg-13
Word Count: 6,695
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters and that makes me sad sometimes until I realize I can still write using them. Yay!
Author's Note: Written for the prompt: Legends.

The Winter of Discontent Blooms Into Love

au_abc @ 2011-06-04T23:03:00

2011-06-05T03:03:43Z

Title: Serving Until Death Do They Part
Author: Jordan Herbert
Pairing: RafieoMikey
Fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Rating: Pg-13
Word Count: 1,752
Warning: Homosexual relationships
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters and that makes me sad sometimes until I realize I can still write using them. Yay!
Author's Note: Written for Prompt M: Military.

Serving Until Death Do They Part

Healing on a Deadline (Ultraman Gaia. V - Vampires)

2011-04-22T18:05:27Z

Title: Healing on a Deadline
Fandom: Ultraman Gaia
Rating: 15
Prompt: V - Vampires
Summary: A vampire and an amoral demon fight crime. What can possibly go wrong?

Healing on a Deadline

Always Read the Fine Print (Ultraman Gaia. O - Outer space)

2011-04-15T19:55:23Z

Title: Always Read the Fine Print
Fandom: Ultraman Gaia
Rating: PG
Prompt: O - Outer space
Summary: When a trading mission to Gaia goes wrong, this was not the outcome Katsumi was expecting.
Warning: Contains a forced marriage and references to mental coercion.

Always Read the Fine Print

A Matter of Principle (Ultraman Gaia. P - Pirates)

2011-04-14T11:08:43Z

Title: A Matter of Principle
Fandom: Ultraman Gaia
Rating: 15
Prompt: P - Pirates.
Summary: Gamu is not the First Mate's wench. It's not his job to keep a cranky pirate happy, especially when the pirate in question is a jerk who refuses to apologise.

A Matter of Principle

Another prompt change

2011-03-15T23:47:45Z

I probably should've done this with the last one, but it was 5:30 in the morning and I wasn't completely coherent yet. :P

Due to F having extremely close prompts with Fantasy and Fairy Tale that are really interchangeable, I've removed Fairy tale and replaced it with Fourth wall. Again, please see the prompt meanings page for how to use the new prompt. There's a special note, also, on how it can be used if your claim is real people.

Prompt change

2011-03-15T09:32:48Z

Gypsies has now been changed to Gold diggers.

The table code on the profile has been changed accordingly, and you may look at the prompt meanings page to see how the prompt can be used.

Experts at Play (Yugioh, Malik Ishtar/Ryou Bakura - V, "Vampires")

2011-03-11T21:09:08Z

Title: Experts at Play
Fandom/Claim: Yugioh - Malik Ishtar/Ryou Bakura
Rating: PG
Prompt: V - Vampires (and “chance” for fanfic50)
Summary: There’s more wrong with this doll than Malik supposes.

“I’ll lend you my host,” the spirit hissed with a sneer; Malik leered grimly as the boy pitched, bleeding, to the concrete pavement. It was a slow, unhealthy bleed: thick and congealing upon contact with the pier, but Malik paid it no mind, the toe of his boot nudging the motionless body onto its back. Too pale, he reassessed, too pale even for the Japanese. Practically translucent, breathing shallow, clear eyelashes flickering in the boy’s injured sleep. This host was ill. The Spirit had found itself a porcelain doll - but it’d somehow begun to crack.

Malik chuckled. Best apply a little glue, he mused as he readied his Item: it’d be such a waste if such a pretty puppet splintered to pieces before its show was through. He knelt by the body, examined closer, found himself captivated by curiosity and the sheer stillness of the figure before him. Was it even breathing, to begin with...? And its skin - so delicate, he observed as he brushed a cheek with gentle fingertips, but so cold - the forbidding perfection of a boy for whom the heated torments of life had already rolled by...

Unnerved slightly, and intrigued by the boy’s frozen beauty more than he’d like, Malik brought the Rod carefully to that silent, sculpted neck. Crystal lashes blinked, and Malik stamped down a stab of self-critique. It wasn’t too late. Now, before the boy woke fully --

Eyes snapping open -- like a doll’s, Malik had time to notice in an odd distant slowness, exactly like a doll’s with its head tilted back -- the boy fixed Malik with a pinprick stare that rooted him to the spot. Then, as Malik’s brain scrambled to reengage, surpass, regain the upper hand, the doll had coiled and sprung directly for Malik’s unassuming neck.

Fangs hit thick gold bands, skidded; unperturbed, they found their mark at the base of Malik’s neck and sunk in deep. All nerves on alert, Malik struck his attacker with the Rod around the searing pain - but no, he couldn’t focus, it hurt too badly, spreading, and now a thick layer of clouds came rolling in....a drug? a venom? a trap....

You set me up, Malik accused blearily, wordlessly, as the beautiful doll drank deeper to recover from the wound its owner had dealt. You wanted this to happen.

Around the greyness blotting his brain, stealing his limbs one by one, Malik thought he could hear a laugh. Perhaps, replied the spirit as its puppet devoured the would-be intruder; Malik did his best to scowl before the darkness slowly sucked him in. Perhaps.

Malik offered no retort. He wasn’t listening any more.

Sharing is Caring (Yugioh, Malik Ishtar/Ryou Bakura - K, "Kidfic")

2011-03-09T22:10:19Z

Title: Sharing is Caring
Fandom/Claim: Yugioh - Malik Ishtar/Ryou Bakura
Rating: G
Prompt: K – Kidfic (and “care”, “kick”, and “trap” for fanfic50)
Summary: Ryou doesn’t realize what he’s in for when his daddy asks him a favor.

Ryou Bakura’s daddy was an archaeologist, and Ryou was very, very proud of him. Ryou didn’t mind being left alone, or shuttled between relatives, if it meant his daddy was off discovering old worlds or unearthing hidden secrets. Aside from maybe being a wizard (a job which, as the bullies at school pointed out while kicking him face-down into a mud puddle, rather lacked a future nowadays), Ryou really couldn’t think of a cooler thing his daddy could be!

And then one day Ryou’s daddy excavated a boy.

“This is Malik,” Ryou’s daddy told him, leading a dark skinny boy a few inches taller than Ryou into the hotel room. “Yes, Daddy,” Ryou replied, since he’d seen the TV specials – how many going-on-nine-year-olds could say that their daddies had been on TV for digging up not only ancient mummies, but real live people as well?

Malik had been dirty and sticklike when they’d first led him out of the ground, but now he had been given some nice new clothes to wear and a clean, trimmed haircut. Only his eyes, staring at Ryou like he could burn the other boy to the ground, remained creepily alien.

Nervous, Ryou gulped and offered a helpful little wave. “The psychologist said Malik should spend some time with boys his own age,” Ryou’s daddy was saying; that much, Ryou hadn’t known from the TV. “I received permission for you two to not be filmed – Malik also needs his privacy. Can I count on you to look after him while I go interview his sister some more?”

Ryou’s daddy nudged Malik, prompting the boy to draw a stack of illustrated index cards out of the pockets of his fancy new pants. “Since he doesn’t know any modern languages yet we’ve been using these cards to talk to him. He’ll show you the picture when he wants something.”

That seemed like something people might do with babies, not a boy Ryou’s own age. Ryou felt sorry for Malik – but here in Egypt he kind of wished he had some cards like that, too. “Sure, Daddy,” he agreed, though the look on Malik’s face made him antsy. “W-will you be a while…?”

Ryou’s daddy sighed, lifted his hands from Malik’s shoulders; Malik wandered away, past Ryou as if the other boy wasn’t there, and curled up on the bed with the TV remote. (He’d picked up on some things really fast, Ryou recalled.)

“I can’t exactly be sure,” said Ryou’s daddy, scratching the top of his head. “We have to get his sister to talk about their father – no one knows what to do with him…”

Malik’s daddy had gone straight to jail, since he’d tried to kill Ryou’s daddy’s team and really hurt someone else who’d tried to make him take a bath. Ryou glanced at Malik, whose full attention seemed given to the swirling static as he pressed the “channel” button at rapid speed, and felt bad again. His own daddy had done a really cool thing by digging Malik’s family out of the ground, but for the first time Ryou wondered what it would feel like to have strangers bust into his home and drag him somewhere totally new. No wonder Malik seemed so sullen.

“Well, you can count on me, Daddy,” Ryou promised – and how hard could this be? The TV had said Malik was interested in everything. Ryou would just show him all his toys and games, and even if they couldn’t talk they could still have fun! “I’ll take good care of Malik!”

“I’m proud of you,” said Ryou’s daddy, and headed off for his interview. Ryou waved goodbye until the door had closed all the way, feeling pretty hopeful. He hadn’t brought many toys, but maybe Malik would like his comics! Or the new dragon he’d bought with his allowance, two weeks back…

Malik, however, waited until he was sure Ryou’s daddy wasn’t coming back through the door. Then, like a silent ghost, he pounced on Ryou from behind.

0o0o0o0o0o0o0

“Don’t you have a T-shirt card or something?” Ryou asked, wincing, as he pulled Malik’s shirt over his own tousled white head. “I’m glad you know what Kuribohs are and all, but…”

“Kuriboh,” nodded Malik, poking the screenprinting on what had been Ryou’s favorite Duel Monsters shirt until Malik’d set his own sights on the bright garment with the familiar pictures. “Mine.”

Malik knew a couple of Japanese words, Ryou had quickly found out. Malik was a real bright kid, a fast learner. Compared to him – and in light of how easily Ryou’d been overpowered from behind – Ryou already felt kinda small.

“Sure, you can have it,” he offered ruefully, but Malik shook his head and stuck a hand into his pants pocket, drawing out a different set of cards – one Ryou recognized instantly.

“Kuriboh,” Malik insisted, holding up the respective card; and although Malik’s copy bore on it the same squiggly foreign writing everything here in Cairo did, Ryou couldn’t deny the picture remained the same.

“Oh, you have the card,” Ryou remarked, scratching his head. “Sorry, sorry….I hadn’t heard you played!” He turned around (not without some anxiety, this time) and rummaged in his carry-on. “I’ve got a deck too….hang on….”

But by the time Ryou turned back around with a fistful of fiends, Malik’s cards had been stashed back away and he was waiting, serious-faced, with his “water” picture card held in front of his chest. “Oh, you’re thirsty,” observed Ryou, wondering for a moment why he was even bothering to keep talking. “Okay, we have stuff in the little fridge.”

They didn’t have just water in the room, but also cans of soda. “Water or soda?” Ryou asked, looking up – and found Malik bouncing on the bed, a look of fierce exhilaration on his face, Kuriboh shirt flapping with every jump.

Ryou sighed. He was, for the most part, a stationary sort of boy, and should have remembered from the TV that Malik could be a handful. “You’ll get in trouble with the hotel people,” he objected, popping open a can of soda with a dry, crackling fizz. “Here, try this. It’s sweet, you’ll like it.”

Malik kept bouncing, all the way to the edge of the bed – and to his great credit managed not to blunder his leap to the floor, though it did produce a thud Ryou felt certain the people in the room below them would be calling reception about. Malik looked at the proffered can with wide, critical eyes; Ryou handed it to him and hastily opened another, to demonstrate the soda was safe to drink. “Careful about the bubbles,” he warned as Malik brought the can to his mouth. “Don’t drink too much, or--”

Malik, intrepid, took a huge gulp. His eyes widened, his nostrils flared; “I warned you,” whined Ryou as the other boy stared at him, mouth open from the burn of too much carbonation. Yet despite the look on his face, Malik made no move to punish Ryou for inflicting such a sudden new experience upon him. He took another sip of his can – gentler, yet longer – and grinned.

Ryou was glugging away quite happily at his own soda. “Good, isn’t it?” he asked; Malik smiled in return and knelt, curious, to examine the remainder of the fridge’s contents.

“Ah,” Ryou protested as Malik drew forth a little ice-cream cup, “that’s mine. It was really hard to find here, just the way I like it…..you can have anything else, but that one’s just for me, okay….?”

If Malik understood, he pretended not to, even going so far as to innocently blink his eyes in confusion. Turning his attention back to the frozen treat, he examined it for a moment and tugged at the little silver flap.

Ryou didn’t want to be rude, but something told him if he backed down now Malik might leave not just with his ice cream, but with all his toys and games and comics to boot. “Sorry, but I said it’s mine,” he insisted, knowing Malik knew the word, grabbing onto the cup and trying to yank it out of the other boy’s hands. “We can share it, maybe, but you can’t just take—“

Malik, angry now, tugged at the cup. When Ryou didn’t relent, he snapped a foot out and kicked Ryou squarely in the kneecap.

Caught unawares, Ryou squawked and went down easy, dropping to the floor to clutch his aching knee. “That hurt,” he complained tearfully, staring up as Malik scooped his ice cream up and began devouring it by hand. “Malik, that hurt….”

Imperious, Malik looked down. Ryou, curled miserably on the floor, wibbled. Malik crooked two fingers into the ice-cream cup and, kneeling, spooned it into Ryou’s trembling mouth.

A lesser boy would bite him, thought Ryou sadly, but I’m a good boy. I won’t. He’s – trying to share –

His knee twinged again and Ryou grimaced in pain. Malik, polishing off the ice cream, knelt back down and planted a sticky kiss on Ryou’s soft, blush-smudgy cheek.

Ryou started. “Was that a ‘thank you’ or ‘I’m sorry’?” he asked as Malik offered him a hand. Ryou accepted it hesitantly and was helped to his feet. “Either way, I….I guess it’s all okay, if you understand you were bad….”

Malik stared at Ryou, drew out his Duel Monsters deck again. “Duel,” he ordered, tapping it with all the regal bearing of a prince who always got his way. Ryou, wilting, limped with a whimper back over to his bag to retrieve his deck again. Things really weren’t, it seemed, going to change.

0o0o0o0o0o0o0

By the time Ryou’s daddy came back into the room the floor had been littered with comic books and action figures and plates left over from room service (including one broken glass that’d spilled orange juice everywhere). The TV was on, tuned to some bootleg cartoon dubbed into Arabic, and the bed looked as if a Japanese and Egyptian Duel Monsters shop had erupted into war right then and there.

Ryou, an icepack on one leg, sat squashed against the pillows with Malik’s head, fast asleep, cuddled up into his lap. “Hi, Daddy,” Ryou offered weakly, eyes sunken like a jetlagged businessman’s. “I’m sorry about the mess. But Malik likes me.”

Ryou’s daddy smiled, began straightening up; Ryou felt a faint warmth at not being scolded. “He certainly seems to,” his daddy agreed, to which Ryou shrugged helplessly: this had just sort of happened. The past hours had all meshed together in one frantic Egyptian blur.

“You know,” Ryou’s daddy remarked as he set about re-sorting Ryou and Malik’s decks for their respective owners, “this looks like the liveliest Malik’s been. When we share this with his psychologist she’ll be so thrilled! You may get to be on TV yourself and spend a lot more time with him!”

“Yes, Daddy,” Ryou answered meekly, patting Malik’s sleeping back and trying to ignore the pain in his own knee. He almost felt as if he wanted to cry, but Ryou’s daddy was an archaeologist and that meant Ryou understood this life better than anybody. For the sake of progress and the history of the human race, untold sacrifices had to be made.

The Things We Hide (Yugioh, Malik Ishtar/Ryou Bakura - G, "Genderfuck")

2011-03-08T19:56:28Z

Title: The Things We Hide
Fandom/Claim: Yugioh - Malik Ishtar/Ryou Bakura
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: G – Genderfuck (and “stutter” for fanfic50)
Summary: What we think we want and the truth aren't always the same thing.

“So let me get this straight,” said Malik, his face studiously blank. Ryou huddled on the bed, Malik's blanket wrapped around a torso normally concealed, safe behind thick sweaters and layered T-shirts. “Ever since you started switching high schools, you've been masquerading as a boy.”

Ryou nodded wordlessly, trying not to let her lips tremble. The worst had finally happened, she realized. Nobody would be her friend anymore. Why did that hurt, when she'd wanted it this whole time?

“P-please don't tell anyone, Malik-kun,” she mumbled, tears bubbling up between lashes she now realized had always been suspiciously feminine. “I don't want them to be upset I lied....”

“It's you who's the most upset by this.” Malik reached over, yanked the blanket from Ryou's body; she squeaked and toppled over onto the bed, binding across her chest coming loose, bare stomach pale and rounded in a distinctly un-masculine way. “What's so wrong with being a girl?”

“You like being a boy...” Ryou mumbled, feeling exposed and stupid and ashamed. If only she could have kept people away from her, then no one else would have gotten hurt! But Malik wasn't afraid of the Ring. Malik wasn't afraid of anything. “You've talked down about women....don't hate me.”

“I hate the lie more than I hate your gender. Move over.”

She felt the bed buckle as he climbed on too, could hear his clothes rustling as he approached her where she lay; she buried her face in the sheets and waited, heart pounding, to be exposed. But it didn't come. He loomed over her – she could feel him there, looking down at her, his body so close and her heart beating so fast, she really had been interested, Malik-kun, that much hadn't been a lie, but it could never happen because she was a she and she had lied--

A tender hand stroked her side, and Ryou yelped; getting her head to snap out of the tiny ball of fear she'd rolled into was all the leeway Malik needed to lean down and press a kiss against her lips. She felt a shock, a horrible cold.....and then a warmth rushing in, as her brain realized what was happening, as she slowly wrapped her mind around the impossible coming true. Malik....Malik was really, actually....

Her lashes, gummy with earlier frightened tears, stuck together as her eyes flickered shut; she remembered faintly, as she felt his lips slowly begin to work against her own, to at least try to kiss him back. She was really doing it, she realized. She was really kissing a boy. That had never happened before.

She was kissing Malik. And he'd kissed her first.

Ryou shifted, uncomfortable. She'd watched all the other girls gossip about who'd kissed whom, who'd gone a little farther, about whom no one was allowed to speak again because they'd gone too far – she'd watched from a distance, a boy, the boy no one would ever expect of wanting to kiss anybody, a boy who probably liked other boys, who changed in the bathroom stall instead of the locker room. She'd wanted the isolation. She'd gotten it. They were all safe from her, so long as no one came too close.

But it'd hurt, too....to see other boys occasionally look at her and smile, to feel horribly guilty that she wasn't what they thought, to see boys and girls or boys and boys or girls and girls holding hands on the subway, but what was a girl who dressed as a boy...? She hid from the ones who wanted her to be a girl and betrayed the ones who wanted her to be a boy.

What, Malik's kiss asked her, did she want to be?

He was always big on identity, on self-expression, that Malik....

His arms gathered her up off of the bed, exploring her stomach; she gasped at tickling against her bellybutton, at her legs twitching, at her throat drying. “I-I....” She couldn't speak. She couldn't even think. Was this what everybody always got so excited about? It was actually kind of scary. “I didn't think you liked--”

“I like people,” Malik explained flatly, fingers pressing into Ryou's sides, playing her like piano keys, or revving the acceleration on his motorbike; she apparently wasn't much of an engine, as all she could do was give little gasping starts and lean. “But I hate people who hate themselves. Don't be one.”

Trembling, Ryou nodded, swallowing. She didn't hate herself, Malik-kun, she wanted to say, but the words had dried up with her throat. Or, well, she did, but not for those reasons, she didn't hide because she hated being a girl. She hated herself for hiding – she always had. Had he...had he known that much, too?

And he couldn't leave well enough alone. That was – Ryou had to giggle in spite of herself, nuzzling into his arm. That was just like a boy. Just like him.

Ryou started the next kiss, pink and feminine yet forcefully sure. And this time, it was Malik's turn to shiver.

Fantastic Four: 1875 (Steampunk/Western)

2011-02-10T01:02:03Z

Title: Fantastic Four: 1875
Fandom: Fantastic Four (Marvel Comics)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1181
Prompt(s): S – Steampunk & W – Western for au_abc , Historical: Western for au_bingo .
Summary: “All you’re gonna need to understand stranger is when that freaky ball of fire burns in the sky, the Fantastic Four are riding the trail... and ain’t no man white, brown, red or green's gonna stop ‘em.” Reimagining the first of Marvel’s Silver Age Heroes if they and their enemies had first appeared during the era of the Old West. Features some of the traditional Marvel Western Characters. Answers the prompt of ‘Western’ for both au_abc and au_bingo .

The Greater Good (Kirk/McCoy PG-13)

2011-01-08T15:06:48Z

Title: The Greater Good
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Warnings: preslash, this is a snippet from a larger modern day AU in my head that may or may not ever see the light of day
Summary: Inspired by this prompt at buckleup_meme and for the hc_bingo prompt claustrophobia and the au_abc prompt Y is for Yuppies - The first meeting of Leonard McCoy, surgeon, and Jim Kirk, helicopter pilot.

Leonard's standing next to the helipad, the wind whipping around his hair and lab coat, watching the Medivac chopper land.

au_abc @ 2010-12-21T17:53:00

2010-12-21T22:53:29Z

Title: Hereafter
Author: Jordan Herbert
Warnings: Tslash, talking of past death, and AU of Only Gets Worse
Pairing: Rafieo/Mikey
Fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Rating: Pg-13
Word Count: 2,510
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters and that makes me sad sometimes until I realize I can still write using them. Yay!
Author's Note: Written for prompt B: Bangsian.

Hereafter

Fic: Not the Maltese Falcon

2010-12-21T21:00:18Z

Title: Not the Maltese Falcon
Betas: Many thanks to lesserpanda and selinamoonfire for the little spit and polish they gave this.
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,850
Pairings/Characters: Kirk/McCoy
Warnings: First person pov (it's Noir!), mentions of homophobia within a historical context
Disclaimer: Not mine, dammit!

Summary: Leonard McCoy stood outside the door, fighting a silent battle over what to tell the man on the other side.

A/N: This was written a little while ago for a lovely set of pictures over at jim_and_bones. I've had it sitting around for a bit as I worked on other things and as today is my birthday I thought I might as well share it with you all. ;) Also, it means I get to mark off the Noir entry on my au_abc bingo card. Yay! Another one bites the dust.

au_abc @ 2010-12-10T23:04:00

2010-12-11T04:04:11Z

Title: Forever Yours
Author: Jordan Herbert
Warnings: Tslash, AU, talking of heaven and hell
Pairing: Rafieo/Mikey
Fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Rating: Pg-13
Word Count: 1,286
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters and that makes me sad sometimes until I realize I can still write using them. Yay!
Author's Note: Written for prompt F: Fantasy.

Forever Yours

Ayakashi in the Classroom (Shinkenger. S - School)

2010-12-03T22:41:34Z

Title: Ayakashi in the Classroom
Fandom: Shinkenger
Rating: G
Prompt: S - School.
Summary: Subsitute teacher Ikenami Ryuunosuke is just settling in to his position. The last thing he needs is the Ayakashi crashing his lessons.

Ayakashi in the Classroom

Shore leave

2010-11-18T00:37:26Z

Title: Shore Leave
Fill: 1/26
Beta: aquila_star
Word Count: 1,958
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Semi-public sex, allusions to DADT, AU
Pairings: Kirk/McCoy
Disclaimer: Not mine, Dammit!

Summary: The epic love story and perfect first meeting between the soldier and the musician...this ain't it.

A/N: Inspired by some pics over on the Daily Posts at jim_and_bones, which had an image of Chris Pine and a guitar from "Small Town Saturday Night" and Karl Urban with his gun that he wuvs so much in "Doom". This also ticks off the M square on my au_abc bingo card. Military has been done!