Brandark/Bahzell smut, with a nice dish of angst and plot on the side.

And then we must ask ourselves, if Eiichi's karma is this bad with help, what the hell would he be attracting without?

This was all Kouchan's fault.

He tripped headlong over the ball again, smashing into someone sitting on a park bench. The man's suitcase skittered over the ground and popped open, a cushioned velvet box tumbling out.

Oh, not again.

Ai levelly observed the small child staring silently up at her with curious blue eyes. A rather short four years old, the boy was relatively clean for his age, clutching a well-laundered plush bird and not drooling very much as he sucked on two tiny fingers. Perhaps it was Pavlovian of her, but that mild, wide-eyed innocence made her fingers itch for her old Shounen Tantei badge and the police on speed-dial.

At the age of twelve, Conan had inherited Kogoro's standing invitation to the Halloween ghost ship-slash-casting call.

207: Kidnapping:
Code Three: Emergency response (lights and sirens):
*sshft*
"Dispatch, this is Unit Twenty-Four, we have a 207-Posse, repeat, we have a 207-Posse."
"Copy that, Twenty-Four. All available units, Code Three, repeat, Code Three, 207-Posse. Twenty-Four, is Posse-One in the 207?"
"Roger, Dispatch. Posse-One, Posse-Two, and Posse-Four are in the 207."
"Roger, Twenty-Four, fire department is on standby."

For most of the world, Tuesdays were fairly unremarkable. It was the night of nuked leftovers and mediocre television, of putting off projects and not studying for the unevitable Friday tests.

In the Kuroba household, it was the night Kaito usually worked late, for exactly that reason. "No one's vigilant on a Tuesday," he'd said more than once, sometimes scoffing, sometimes laughing. "That's what makes it perfect for test runs."

So the gossip mill was just about shriveled up and run dry as Pop Shinra's mercy, when the new preacher man came to town.

Saki-chan verse

Fan fanfic based on Asuka Kureru's Lace and Strawberries Narutoverse. Saki sensei has her first genin team, and the poor kids have no idea what the teacher watching over them is hiding... NaruSasu with a twist

It seemed somehow unfair that an alien and a man of science had to deal with sorcery, of all things

Conan: And I do NOT appreciate chasing MY OWN SON around doing the same stupid stunts your father pulled when we were your age!

Cloud with wings

"what happens next" for City of a Thousand Wonders, Time Of Your Life, House of the Living, Moving On, Mastermind,
Synaesthesia, Duende, Eggplant, Room 20, #krisallenpornstar, crown of the summer court, Favorite, & Old Country.

"Now here he was, on some random backwater planet scoping an alien bar for any hints about where the Goa’uld who’d taken Sheppard might be hiding." [prequal to lavvyan's Lord of the Sea, Rodney as a Goa'uld AU]

It might not have been nothing, after all.

MK. "There are more things in Heaven and Earth..." and Kaito's on a trip through all of them. Can he deal with a broody black-cloaked stranger, a stubborn detective, and his world repeatedly turning upside down and still keep what's left of his sanity? [Magic Kaito/Kingdom Hearts 2 crossover, cliffhanger ending, see "The Way Home" for WIP continuation]

First part of a giftfic written for Ickaimp's "The Grey Zone".

Rambling, semi-plotless partial backstory to Copperbadge's wonderful "Cartographer's Craft", which I heartily recommend you read before reading this.

A postscript to "A Beautiful Lifetime Event" by shalott; posted with permission
by Brighid

R-rated. Tentacles. Sephiroth failing to be as melodramatic as he desperately wanted to be. Tentacles. Aeris in an I-just-cleaned-that-you-slime-freak rage. Did I mention tentacles? Fluff. With tentacles. Yes, there are fluffy tentacles. Also, Cloud and his wheelbarrow. And some more tentacles.

Notes: I can hear eliade laughing her ass off from here, saying, "Whatever happened to 'I hate genderfuckery'???" Well, what happened is svmadelyn wrote It Stops Being Funny at Skirts and there was a little scene missing, and I asked if I could fill it in, and…genderfuckery.

Sam doesn't ask. [This story is inspired by It Doesn't Mean You Can Explain The Ocean ]

Its editorial title, assigned by its first editor Kinsan Archivist (799), comes from the one proper name (other than that of the Wraith and Atlantis) which appears in the remaining text. Kinsan Archivist's philological and etymological work revealed that the name literally means "one who keeps watch over what is beloved" (narsa, "rich, precious, dear" + augir, from augen, "to watch").

Two days since the letter had arrived. Two days only knowing that Harry had faced an evil wizard, and that he was expected to make a full recovery. Two nights spent sleepless, the image of the still-too-small eleven-year-old's terror against a faceless, red-eyed shape with too much similarity to Vernon Dursley.

This was not what Trowa had expected of the 'finest wizarding school in the world'.

As always, I have to thank saraid for letting me play in her Panther/Chief universe, and to my editors, who put up with so much from me. And please remember I cross my universes, *NOT* my pairings.

The angel of history is a voyeur and likes unauthorized biographies.

While it is not the purpose of this commentary to explicate the doctrines of Rodney McKay (this has already been done in the exemplary work of Queroen 1100; see Samnad Archivist F9q-3S), no discussion of De physica et multitudine temporis (On the Physics and Multiplicity of Time) can be complete without acknowledgment, at least, of the impact the text has had on latter-day science and philosophy.

neville/snape, fic of Resonant's Transfigurations

McKay/Sheppard -- NC-17 -- 20K

fanfic for litgal's Guidelines series

Summary: When a trip through time lands Sheppard in the midst of Rodney's turbulent adolescence, he gets a close look at McKay's past.