Pepper knows how to read people. [Movie spoilers]

Seeing as how Danny is a detective and all, it doesn't take him so long to notice.

"Pepper knows that sometimes you just have to do things for yourself."

Natasha has long since become expert at hiding in plain sight.

St Evangeline's wasn't a bad school.

Jessica, details, and timing.

Danny is filming a documentary on the Coral Prince surf team, focusing on star Kono and mysterious newcomer Steve Smith.

In the name of Lord God and of our saviour Jesus Christ, by the ordaining of divine providence, I, Patricia, prioress of the priory of Our Lady at Holmbay, judge that it is right that I devote an ear of mercy to the just and reasonable petitions of the servants of God. Wherefore we wish it to be known to all faithful men, present and future, that we grant to Stephen fitzJohn, knight, and also to Daniel, called le Norman, the manor of Chapel-le-Caster and of Howe with all their goods and appurtenances, to be held from this our priory.

"You have the makings of a fine warrior, Stark!" Thor says, and slaps him on the back.

"Jesus," Danny said, slamming the shot glass back down on the bar. His face creased into a moue of disgust as he scraped at his tongue with his teeth. "Kono, what the hell did I just put in my mouth and was it even legal?"

Steve, breathing.

Chin leaned back against the wall, folded his arms. "That's not going to work, guys," he told them for the second time—not that he really expected them to pay much attention to him.

Danno might surf.

Steve McGarrett versus day-to-day life.

In which nothing turns out like Danny expects, but pretty much exactly like he wants.

Thursday

There are some things you should take your time with, and, all things considered, it didn't take Danny too long to realise that Steve's one of them.

Because every cop fandom needs an "undercover as couple" fic.

It was amazing how even a room this large could feel full: the air heavy with laughter and conversation, the strains of a string quartet, the glow of hundreds of small lights strung across the ceiling.

The planet of Posturr is on the brink of civil war and Ronon's team is missing. Amid chaos and betrayal, Ronon must work closely with Jennifer to find them, facing the ghosts of his past as he rethinks his present.

MISSION JOURNAL - LT. COL. JOHN E. SHEPPARD - ATLANTIS MILITARY EXPEDITION

"We may have a problem," Nyota says when they finally break their kiss.

"Oh my god," Rodney said, "oh my god, oh god, get them off me."

"I'm sorry," Jennifer said for what must have been the eighth or ninth time. "I have terrible timing."

The stone is cold and hard pressed against her belly, scratching rough-grained against her thighs.

"This," Castle breathed, "is awesome."

In which Jennifer and Ronon have quite enjoyable sex.

Science and technology isn't Alex's usual beat. He's an investigative journalist for a reason.

Hardison should have listened to his Nana more. Don't sass your elders; don't leave the toilet seat up; don't go hacking into computer systems you shouldn't know exist, draw the attention of half-a-dozen intergalactic agencies and one crew of honest-to-god space pirates and end up on the run on a spaceship held together by rust, desperation, and what Hardison knew of engines.

Bones | 1000 words | Sexually explicit | Booth/Brennan | For [profile] hebrew_hernia, who wanted Booth and Brennan making out.

Jennifer and Teyla are captured by the Wraith while on an away mission—and for the Queen who catches them, there is greater sport in making Jennifer prey, and Teyla her only hope of survival, than in making Teyla run alone. Left to run on a seemingly uninhabited planet, Jennifer and Teyla must find each other if they want to outrun the Wraith—and unravel all the surprises this world has in store for them.

Dear Diary,

I don't know why I have to start writing with that, like I'm talking out loud instead of writing. This notebook is an inanimate object. Normally when I talk to stuff, Eliot tells me I'm a freak of nature and Nate drinks. More. But Sophie says it's okay to treat this like I can have a conversation with it, because sometimes a diary can be a really good friend.

Teyla and Rodney as WWII cryptographers

Castiel watches Dean. He sits in a booth in a diner in Buffalo Center, Iowa, watching straight-backed as Dean downs a hamburger with a chocolate malt; he walks up a dusty hillside in Jerusalem, squinting against the bright sunshine, and observes Dean as he sleeps half a world away. In strict theological terms, Castiel is not Dean's tutelary angel—his commission was not received from the Lord at the moment of Dean's birth; it is self-assigned and self-directed; he does not watch Dean to ensure his safety alone—but he supposes he has taken on the role by default. His observation is not required by any theological nicety, but Castiel still watches. He finds that he wants to.

"I'm going to go on record here and say that your idea of a family vacation sucks," Jeannie said. [Cliche Bingo prompt: Zombies.]

The trees told her first. Ronon took point, and John and Rodney trailed after him, bickering absentmindedly about something inconsequential, but Teyla paused and listened, looking from the ruins around them to the distant tree line and back again.

Alex/Claire | sexually explicit | 1800 words | Uh. I think this may be the filthiest thing I've ever written. Thanks, Cate! :D