“Pirates is nowt but pilferers and ark ruffians,” the Bosun likes to say, with his special kind of homely wisdom (though Walt can’t rightly say where he hails from). “We aboard the Bravo, m’boy, are more rightly termed private men of war. Privateers for King and Country. To harry slaving corsairs is our dearest deed.”

Walt’s still a mite confused by the details, but being the sixth of seven on the farm left him few options to better himself until the day the Bravo’s white Lady Athena figurehead nosed into the harbor. Walt ain’t planning to question too hard about words.

Anyway, all’s to say that Cabin Boy to Captain Nathaniel Fick, Scourge of the Barbary Coast, sounds a damn sight better than Assistant Pig Keeper, a title Walt found cause to give himself in his head back home to feel like he was in some wise important.

Of course Phil would get into Harvard; he was the valedictorian, student body president, honor society treasurer—it would’ve been a damn miracle if he hadn’t gotten in. In the meantime, Clint had two years of high school left, and Phil was just going to be...gone.

He tells his sister he has no taste for politics, that he prefers the quiet of the summer estate for his scholarly pursuits. He does not tell her that he hears whispers in his head, and that the scrolls all say one thing about this.

Media: pencils, photoshop

Music: Mind Heist by Zack Hemsey aka Inception theme.
An Inception AU.

Danny has a secret.

College AU in which Arthur is a cranky senior and Eames is a professor of Dream Psychology.

Arthur usually finds blatant fishing for compliments extremely irritating, but in Eames’ case he is reluctantly charmed. In fact, he writes the phrase “reluctantly charmed” into the Eames notebook the moment the words occur to him because they so perfectly encapsulate his entire situation.

Reccing all three, but particularly Taste (great AU) and For letting me love you (beautiful and moving).

Title: The second chance
Music: Gavin DeGraw - Stay
Pairing: Brad/Nate
Rating: PG
Summary: post-war AU

Title: Taste
Music: Lorna Vallings - Taste
Pairing: Brad/Nate
Rating: R
Summary: AU

Title: For letting me love you
Music: Tom McRae - My Vampire Heart
Pairing: Brad/Nate
Rating: PG

Streaming links on youtube. Also available here: http://generation-kill.livejournal.com/689934.html (a locked post, but membership is open).

Donna and Harvey have been looking out for each other since they were kids. It's what family is supposed to do, after all.

Lydia’s voice spoke in his ear, making him jump. “Have you done it yet?”

“In a minute,” he replied distractedly. The gun was in his hand, but he hesitated. He had killed many times in the heat of battle, but never like this. To kill a sleeping old man – An old man who could destroy Caledonia and kill us all, he reminded himself. It had to be done. A single green light blinked on Duncan’s headset like a watching eye. It unnerved him. Feeling foolish, he covered the light with one hand and raised the gun with the other.

Macbeth. In SPAAACE.

Historical AU, line drawing, probably NSFW.

She is the first to teach Laurie how to catch a horse.

Hand flat. Let her see your palm.

His eyes are full of wonder when the mare steps forward and nuzzles his palm. He listens to Jo's directions, slipping the halter over the mare's head and snapping on the lead shank. The mare - a stout quarter horse - follows him out of the paddock.

Three days later, Jo returns to her room to find a leatherbound copy of The Black Stallion under her pillow.

'I got a note too. Someone knows what we did.' [A psychological thriller AU of the movie.]

“Call if you need me,” Arthur says, “and I’ll come.”

Marcus Aquila is an undercover Metropolitan police officer. His assignment is to infiltrate a slave-trafficking organisation which trades in men, bought and sold to fight in cages, sometimes to the death. When he makes the impulsive decision to intervene during a 'kill fight' involving a fierce young fighter called Esca, Marcus inadvertently finds himself the owner of his very own slave. Now Marcus has to find a way to complete his assignment, as well as gaining Esca's trust, without blowing his cover. The question is, can he do it before the secrets and lies catch up with him, and Marcus loses everything?

Harvey Specter, second year law student at Harvard, was walking home one night when he found a teenaged runaway named Mike freezing to death on his doorstep.

He wanted to steal some of that brightness and take it home with him, nurture it like a flame in the dark. He could have sat there watching the feast all night, drinking honey-sweet mead in small sips like liquid summer days. The Jotun hated warmth and fire and all things bright, but Loki did not. He was dazzled by it, drawn to it like a dwarf to gold, and so distracted that he did not notice the raven watching him, or Lord Odin bending to speak a serious word in his son's ear, or the threatening figure of Thor approaching his table. Not until a heavy hand landed on his shoulder.

[Clever Cinderella AU.]

“I’m sure we’ll be best friends in no time,” Mark says. “After all, who doesn’t like me?”

He smirks as the panic on his dad’s face ratchets up another level.

[Step-brothers/high school AU.]

The world is big, and empty, and fake, and their feet are tangled together on the bedsheets, and Steve's watching Tony, and Tony's watching the stars.

Harvey's client is trying to take on the mob, in the form of John "Three-Guns" Boccacho. Johnny Three-Guns has decided Harvey's an easier target, but fortunately Harvey's top PI and all-around badass, Mike Ross, is on the case.

Gilmore Girls AU, where Tim works in a diner, and Kon is still a clone who is not excited about having to go to dinner with his two dads every week.

In an alternate universe, Harvey's still a lawyer but Mike's not a pot runner -- he's a deliveryman for Rollo's Pizza and Ribs, which happens to be Harvey's favorite pizza place. Once Harvey finds out his pizza guy is a genius, Mike's life takes a few turns he would not have expected... (Also reccing the side-quel, from Donna's pov.)

"Loki," Odin says, heavy with disappointment and regret for all he has to raise his voice, "Odinson. I cast you out."

There are people who believe that romantic connections are the province of fate and destiny, the result of an alignment of constellations and conditions that bring two people together. Others tend to discuss falling in love as the product of rational decisions that acknowledge attraction and compatibility. Some people, however, seem to think these two seemingly-opposite perspectives are really just two sides of the same coin. Sometimes, after all, destiny just requires that two people make a single choice.

A modern/AU Pride & Prejudice.

Mark raises Sean's accidental baby, OR a story about growing up, sad 70's rock songs, too much hair gel, "Maxwell's Silver Hammer", a baby with curly hair, a Geiger counter, a dog that isn't named Max, the Chicken Dance, Cheerios, pepper-spray, drugs, sex, and a stuffed chicken named Cluckerberg, nicknamed Cluck.

He’s exactly the kinda guy Mike should hate. With his manicured hands… and his pompous smirks… (Yeah, Mike knows words like ‘pompous’. He scored an 825 on the Harvard LSATs. He’s an idiot who got himself sent to prison for distributing narcotics, but he’s not stupid.)

Music: Destiny of Mankind by Two Steps From Hell (part of) & This Night by Black Lab
Genre: gen, AU, angst, drama, reveal!vid
Size: 135 MB (zipped, *wmv) download or stream
Length: 4:29 min

She had studied the Legend of John more than any other. Now one of the protagonists of that story is standing in front of her in the flesh.

Where Mycroft is an angel, Sherlock is a demon, and John is still John. [Good Omens fusion. American English.]

In a universe where Bruce Wayne is willing to kill, the Graysons never fall. His family alive, Dick Grayson stays with the circus. He's happy. Tim Drake grows up in Gotham while his parents travel the globe. He has tutors and a lot of money and a camera. He's not happy, but he's almost okay with that because he has Dick. Even if Dick doesn't know it.

821 A.D. Arthur is in the nightmare business. Eames is a thief, a liar, and versatile with a pen.

No penicillin; almost no morphine. When all he’s got left is himself, what else is there to heal with?

Song Artist: Civil Twilight
Summary: AU take of their lives before Mal's death and during her spiral into confusion.
Length: 3:16
File Size: 64.37 MB
Links: YOUTUBE, MEDIAFIRE

AU: assassin!Cas, FBI!Dean | Music by Erik Satie. Art by aesc

He put on justice as a breastplate, and a helmet of salvation upon his head. / He put on the garments of vengeance, and was clad with zeal as a cloak.

"Look," Arthur says, staring over his head. "I may have been a little overbearing."

"Just a bit, yeah," Merlin says and then remembers that he's not speaking to Arthur.

A notorious serial killer returns after a three-year hiatus, reminding Detective Arthur Moss of the infamous case he couldn't close. But when the FBI becomes involved, Arthur is forced to work side-by-side once again with Special Agent Daniel Eames, a man who knows Arthur better than Arthur himself will ever admit. Both men must confront their past and heal old wounds in order to bring a psychopath to justice.

She just rolled her eyes at him. "He hasn't got a daemon, stupid. That's how you know he's an alien."

The thing about the lists was that Arthur had never meant them. He had never really wanted a life in which he did things that were out-of-control and stupid and self-destructive. What he really wanted was a great job and someone he could go to the gym with and talk to and share good wines and theater tickets with. Someone who looked like he belonged in a suit and had a wry smile and got Arthur's pretentious jokes and was prepared to stay up late drinking wine and watching late night television. Someone classy. It was just that sometimes, when his actual life got too stressful, he liked to pretend that he was stupid, that he wanted – something different.

Fine ink pen and Photoshop - an android!John AU.

Roman AU. Arthur is a military tribune, Eames cheats at dice, and the result is a merry chase

Once upon a time, there was a swan who dreamed he was a man.

That's the thing about Hollywood--everyone has a Hollywood story.

Neal Caffrey can steal souls. Peter Burke has two shadows. Everything's normal...except when it isn't.

The characters of Bravo 2 are brought together as young street kids in the broken-down, class-divided New York of the 1990s.

Brad doesn't ask any questions, even though there are just about a thousand of them balancing on the razor's edge of his tongue. He keeps them behind his teeth, about why now, why when they hadn't talked in years. He wasn't confused as to why Nate wanted out, that much was easy to see: Nate gravitated toward a spotlight that he didn't much enjoy, there's your bullshit moth metaphor, right there. Some things get to be clichés because they're so fucking true.

A Modern day Merlin AU set at the University of St Andrews, featuring teetotal kickboxers, secret wizards, magnificent bodyguards of various genders, irate fairies, imprisoned dragons, crumbling gothic architecture, arrogant princes, adorable engineering students, stolen gold, magical doorways, attempted assassination, drunken students, shaving foam fights, embarrassing mornings after, The Hammer Dance, duty, responsibility, friendship and true love...

When Mal leans into his office and asks Eames what he did to his back, he can't exactly say, "the new graphics intern," so he says, "Oh, just stress, love."

Arthur has been his editor from the beginning. Eames says he won't work with anyone else, and what Arthur will never tell him is that he would cut anyone who tried.

1888, Reno, NV. Sheriff Brad Colbert used to get along just fine...that is, until a morning shootout broke out in his town leaving three men dead. A babyfaced stranger by the name of Fick rolls in around the same time, and Brad ain't convinced the two events aren't related.

Arthur smiles at Cobb’s jokes. He sits down and writes into a notebook he keeps perched on his knees. Sometimes his shirt gets untucked in the back, which he fails to notice. Occasionally his research will be wrong.

But he’s only wrong because the source material is wrong. He doesn’t jog his leg up and down or otherwise fidget. His hands don’t shake. He rarely blinks, and when he does, there’s something unnerving about it.

“You’re far too bland for an android,” Eames comments.

When Joshua Ray joins the paratroopers, he tells his ma that the extra fifteen dollars will do them some good – what with there being another baby on the way, and the war leaving everybody cutting corners.

Gorgeous pen and ink drawing, Brad and Nate as 18th century Royal Navy.

Brad watches the last vestiges of land slip away. It's a familiar sight, exciting and frightening.

Chase was a student at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. Time and personal differences mean that he's estranged from his former friends, the X-Men. Now he moonlights as a doctor for vigilantes and mutants at a clinic in NYC, but he's juggling so many secrets that his past is sure to catch up with him soon.

"You go to college parties all the time," Tim grumbled, pulling his hand away from Abby's to suck grumpily on his chocolate milkshake.

"Yes," Abby agreed, "But I'm me and you're not."

Jimmy hummed like that made sense. Tim needed better friends. It was one college party; he'd be fine.

Nate's not a street-walker, he just happens to fuck people for money. And he doesn't proposition guys outside of the local 7-Eleven. Except when he does.

In the year 2207, John Watson went to war.

Space travel/time dilation AU. He is a warrior, but this is not a war. It's a voyage with no visible end; the eight of them envoys from a home that no longer remembers them.

It takes him three entire days to scrub the place clean, and another one to get the windows to look like windows again. During this time, Poke's friend comes by to fix all the doors and lights for a reasonable fee.

He introduces himself as Ray. He doesn't actually stop talking.

Discoveries at sea, swash buckling, strip poker, and the occasional sea creature. Illustrations cataloging a week at sea for Holmes, Watson and crew.

Brad looks up. It’s that senior on the track team, Nate Fick, speaking. Brad finds him a little less vomitous then the rest. If he’s being fair, he actually thinks he’s kind of genius.

“Brad,” the professor says, “you seem intrigued by what Nate has said.”

Brad sighs inwardly.

Brad was eighteen the first time he met Nate Fick. He'd taken one look at the preppy clothes, the hair grown slightly long, and the gym bag slung over a shoulder and surmised: transfer student, rich kid from the east coast. One of those scholar-athletes, the kind of overachiever who always knew with certainty where he was headed in life—Brad had disliked him immediately on principle alone.

Pencil, coloured pencil, watercolour, and photoshop. HIstorical AU.

"He's, ha, just wait until you hear this." Peter wiped his mouth, largely so that he could use the pause for effect. "Neal Caffrey is a sensate."

Elizabeth, being faster and much more sensible than him -- God, she was amazing, how the hell had he landed this woman? -- bypassed most of the elaborate disbelief that Peter had worked through, and simply set her fork down next to her plate. "And a shielder?"

"Apparently."

"That's -- well." She tilted her head. "That's something. Unregistered, of course."

"No lens," he agreed.

Spock spends his lunch hour under that tree every day. Jim takes to ditching Bones (to much bitching, but they already spend so much time together that rumours are starting to spread) and sauntering out onto the lawn to join him. Sometimes they talk and sometimes they just sit there; Spock usually has some kind of homework or extracurricular reading handy, and Jim likes to people-watch. Spock also seems to like sharing his food with Jim. Jim is toying with the hypothesis that Spock has actually started bringing extra, just for him.

“Jesusfuck,” Brad moans, shifting. He manages to get his hands on Nate’s tits, Nate’s perky little nipples rubbing against his palms. The feeling of that and Nate’s warm pussy through the panties clashes with the thought of Nate’s dirty face in Iraq, the cock under his cammies, thick and red at the tip, fucking beautiful.

"Don't fuck with me," Brad says quietly. He's trying to move back but Nate's not letting him. "I have no idea what I'm doing," Nate admits, feeling stupid and sort of shaky. His lips brush against Brad's neck as he speaks. "But I'm not fucking with you, okay?"

"Have you *seen* that Czech kid you flagged to do Gerontius? I seriously don’t think he’s left the third-floor bathroom since you told him he has five days to learn an eighty-page score.”

"Now as you all know, a certain basketball captain and another good friend of ours have been suspended for two weeks. You know what they were doing?"

"No!" the school shouts back, giggling, as Mattis bursts into the hall.

"Why, exactly the same thing as you, dearest Pendleton High students! Due to the homophobic attitude of wonderful leaders such as Principle Mattis, Brad Colbert and Nate Fick have been suspended, for doing exactly the same thing as the rest of you straight couples do - for sharing a chaste kiss outside the boys locker room after practice. They were suspended for kissing, simply because they both have dicks! What say you to that, homies?"

"This is Wolverine to base, reporting an intruder… Engaging security protocol." The voice was more urgent now, and faint whirring was coming from the console. Bolts clicked home above Scott's head, locking the sliding canopy closed. He hammered at it with his hands, but it wouldn't budge. Under his knees, he felt the seat bob up and down, as though weighing him up. "Pint sized intruder, too. Adolf must have sunk to recruiting from Hitler Youth. Hey? Sprechen Sie Deutsch, kid? Wer sind Sie? Wo bin ich?"

In the beginning, for there was a beginning though not an end to this story, the Oracle announced her plan to her faithful second, Black Canary. She quoth, "Forsooth, the definition of insanity is repeating our actions endlessly with the expectation of better results. The spirit of Stephanie Brown haunts my clock tower, and her wraith cries for us to forge a new path."

"Okay," said Dinah. "But you're the one who actually has political experience. Why isn't this Gordon for America?"

Barbara's fingers paused on her keyboard. "Because I really want to see Robin kiss some babies."

The Black Canary broke the monitor with her laughter.

"Let me spell this out in terms you'll understand," Alex says, pushing a hand through his hair and taking a grounding breath. "If. I. Can't. Find. Shales. There's no way in hell some kid with no experience stands a chance."

In a cyberpunk vision of the future, man has developed the technology to engineer replicants, beings with magic abilities used to serve in the colonies outside Earth but with fixed lifespans. Arthur Pendragon is a Blade Runner, a cop who specializes in terminating replicants whenever they become a liability.

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When Peace Corps assigns Nate to East Timor, a tiny half-island in eastern Indonesia, he figures he'll have a lot of time to catch up on his reading. But the year is 1999, and the shock fall of military dictator Suharto is still reverberating throughout the country, triggering changes nobody ever thought possible. As East Timor moves inexorably towards freedom – or war – Nate is drawn into events that will define the future of the province forever.

Technically, Ray Kowalski was a Principality, but people made jokes about that these days.

AU where Rodney is a college professor and John owns a junk shop.

"We missed you," Carter says. Two years and the world gone to hell, and she sounds like maybe he went up to Minnesota for a week or had a bad bout of the flu.

"Battle School is hell, because it's for retards. Think about it. They're weeding us out so that they can cultivate the real geniuses on Earth. Why else would two-thousand people voluntarily sign up to fart around in space every year? We're retards, that's the only explanation. They give you this dumb fucking test and ask you to rearrange some goddamn blocks, and boom. You're spacebound, my man, supposedly in the top zero-point-two percent in terms of brainpower. That's how they get your ass to sign up for this shit! They get you all hard with flattery and next thing you know, you're getting ass-fucked in deep space."

Music: Crashed by Daughtry
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