Toph and Sokka meet Miria Harvent and Isaac Dian. Hilarity ensues.

or
How Reality Television Did Away With Campaign Ads

“Hang on,” he says slowly. “This is a TV studio.”

“Correct,” says Sherlock, following Mycroft down yet another corridor filled with stressed-looking tech guys.

“This is the Big Brother TV studio,” clarifies John as they pass a sign.

“Correct again,” says Sherlock. “You're on a roll, John, well done.”

John stops where he is and Sherlock, Mycroft, and Mycroft's group of Mysterious Men In Suits all stop as well. “When you said that Mycroft could get me a place in the safest house in the country, this was not what I was expecting.”

“Probably not,” says Sherlock. “But if I'd told you that, you'd never have agreed to stay in it.”

Baron Marcone's first impression of Princess Celestia's crack negotiating team was that they were very young.

Bertie Wooster's in the supernatural soup! After a swinging party in New York leaves him accidentally affianced to an elven heiress with more than the usual amount of matrimonial influence to throw around, where's a young gent to turn? Why, to old acquaintance Harold 'Mimsy' Dresden, part time investigator, part time stage magician, full time wizard. Together they'll have to scuttle Bertie's engagement and solve the mystery of a missing sword that could completely upend the New York social scene. In their corner they have their manservants--the inimitable Jeeves and the Machiavellian Johnson--as well as a tiny bouncer, a massive bookseller, and a shady informant who likes his payment in dirty novels. Arrayed against them are Mimsy's parole officer and Bertie's fellow suitors. Oh, and the entire might of the Old Families, those inscrutable Unseelie socialites who can't touch iron and won't ever let you out of a debt... or an engagement.

In which the Dendarii Free Mercenaries go somewhat beyond the bounds of their mission, the Queen of Attolia gains an admirer, and the chickens of Aral Vorkosigan's misspent youth come home to, er, roost. Crack-fic or crossover of alarming plausibility? You decide!

Set somewhere between Cetaganda and Mirror Dance, and after A Conspiracy of Kings

"There is a magical girl in London."

I chose to go with Hibari/Chrome for kidfic. Because I am amused by a lot of strange things.

Luke makes out with Angela's clone and Angela gets mad and seduces Moira just to make Luke mad, and then Ryan and Luke duel to the death with their lightsabers and it ends up in an Angela/Angela's clone/Moira threesome. And Ryan feels really bad and flies off to Mars forever.

muppet slayers?

This world has probably never shown up in a Quantum Mirror. This is just because the Narrative Gods of Comedy have yet to catch wind of it.

Say you turn over this card, and you expect your Nightmares to go up. Well, they probably will, but that doesn't mean you won't enjoy it.

Oh god. So. [info]cacklebang and I were having a conversation about the parallels between the Battle of Serenity and the Battle of Rutenberg. Only two survivors. Both browncoats. Both main characters have incredible war emo. Etc. So I get a requst to write "Captain Conrad" on my drabble meme. Er. Five (long!) drabbles later... here they are, in all their oh my god what the fuck glory.

"Are you shooting blanks yet?" The candles flared up and then did a weird little skip over their wicks that Iroh was pretty sure he couldn't have reproduced voluntarily. "Because my dad's been badgering me to give the Bei Fong family a heir, and..."

"Reaching a new high on the obscure fandom scale -- this is fic for one of the short stories in Naono Bohra's BL collection Bird in a Dream. The warning for the fic is the same as the warning for the canon: consensual, eroticized cannibalism. (I-it's really sweet, actually. I promise.)"

Iku Michi, Yobu Tsuki
Reiichi/Akagi
~700 words
nnnnot worksafe, but barely
Blood swirls away into the water in thin bright threads, a match for the rich red of Akagi's hair.

Rating: PG-13
Warnings: deathbed fic
Prompt/challenge you're answering: "Granny Weatherwax and Sydney: there's no need to complicate / our time is short / this is our fate, I'm yours"

Xanxus/♀Squalo pregnancy! and kid!fic that is IC
Rating: R.
Genre: Drama, romance, some angst.
Word Count: +/- 14 600.
Summary: It was a good thing Xanxus didn't have to justify himself to anyone, because he wasn't quite sure he could explain this.

"Pardon me," said Vetinari. "I hate to interrupt you while you're working, but I'm a big fan, and I wondered if I could get your autograph."

I'M FLATTERED, said Death as he tucked away his scythe. He patted his robe in search of a pen.
[DEATH/Vetinari]

You are about to begin reading "Five stories the Reader never began." [And with a sudden jolt you are at the bottom. This is all that loaded the first time you clicked the link, a consequence of strained servers. Fine, no problem, you can just hit refresh, there's no need to get so worked up. It's all still there. Except for that it is not. The page is suddenly Not Found, an empty outpost. You refresh again: nothing. Your connection is still going strong, and when you tab open your flist to check it you see a post from Elyn on yuletide-admin:]

Fic: Black gold - SlashDragon/Temeraire

GA/HP crossover, bastardized future fic. The year is 2011, but the guys are all kids, so. Make of that what you will.
Summary: After the first day, McKay had sniffed imperiously, chin tipped up, and told him that he wasn’t a complete idiot, and his shame would only be marginal if they were seen together outside of class. Instead of telling him to fuck off, John had grinned sardonically and drawled a mocking, “Thanks,” and McKay took that as the olive branch it wasn’t and bullied his way into John’s daily life.

Captain Jack Harkness/Chewbacca
Words: 3480
Kink Bingo: prompt "furries"

It's 1805, and the search for secret construction plans leads Major Eberbach and Lord Gloria to the New World, where they join forces with Ichabod Crane, an early police detective with special methods and his friend, an uncanny policeman.

Camelot seemed so distant from Ealdor, sometimes. Such a different world. The castle was vast, and complex, and corrupt in a thousand ways; Ealdor could never be anything like it, because it was small, and simple, and everyone knew everything, almost.

Summary: A Romance of Nebulae

A chance meeting at the Vorbarr Sultana shuttleport ended up being one of the best things that could have happened to Chad.
Chad/Ryan, High School Musical/Vorkosigan

Fandom: Supernatural/Dr. Horrible
Pairing: Sam/Dr. Horrible/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Genre: PWP
Warnings: Incest, double penetration
Disclaimer: In no way mine or anything to do with me. I own nothing.
Summary: "Captain Hammer," Dean says, in the tone of voice Dr. Horrible suspects he usually reserves for things which live under beds, and routinely get dragged out and sliced into pieces

Harry/Bob and Clark/Lex among others
Harry Dresden is a fierce but fey private eye who uses insider insights to crack a series of gay murders that have baffled Metropolis police. Clark Kent is a straight, downwardly-mobile former football player who takes a job as Dresden's sidekick. Seems there's a camera behind a trick mirror in a notorious bathhouse run by the sinister Gentleman Johnnie Marcone, and a few members of high society who think they're too powerful to be blackmailed. Will Harry and Clark have to go undercover as a gay couple and spend a night in the baths to expose the nefarious scheme? Not if the lovely and mysterious Lana Lang has anything to say about it!

...it was one thing to depict ladies being ravished by cephalopods, he told Handley in a letter, and indeed quite titillating to a certain sadistic type of person, but quite another to suggest that they might be enjoying the experience.

Victorian furry brothels?

"Christopher Robin is still out there in the woods, playing," . . . and your dog is living on a nice farm somewhere. Less damaging to childhood memories than that Yuletide Care Bears fic. Probably. Written in reaction to Disney's new series.

A Who Framed Roger Rabbit story. CGI animated toons are dropping like flies, and it's up to Roger and Jessica to find out why.

"Can you help us, please?" Cupcake asked politely. "Dead C'thulhu is waking up, and we need a space ship." Lex closed his eyes. "Not again," he groaned. Smallville/My Little Ponies/Lovecraft

In Atlantis, the tables can hear you scream.

Snape hates his life.

The robot showed up at Rodney McKay's apartment building at exactly eight a.m. on a Saturday. Rodney ignored the phone's extra-annoying ringing that signaled a visitor in the lobby--because it was eight on a Saturday morning--rolling over with every intention of going back to sleep, until he remembered that he'd placed an order with PlayFrienddotCom roughly a week and a half ago, and the website said they did Saturday deliveries.

Hot Fuzz/Transformers

The final confrontation between Harry Potter and Voldemort

deeply brainbreaking. current winner of Most WTF fic I've seen on the net.

pirates of the carribean/care bears

hellsing/hamtaro.

transformers slash, Bumblebee/Ironhide