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Firefly
Two Gorram Days and its subsequent sequels by Dyce Known as The Horseshoe Nails Series. I really can't believe I've never saved/rec'd these before because I've read them repeatedly. It's a wonderful Jayne and River and eventually Jayne/River [without being gross, squicky, or in any way wrong] wherein Jayne helps River become independent. The whole Firefly cast is featured and is brilliantly characterized. The plotting is well-paced, the dialog sounds perfect. It's feel good, funny, angsty, and engrossing. If you've a yen for firefly I highly recommend these.
Kinship
The Bank Job
Miranda
Prodigal, an unfinished WIP but it ends satisfyingly so don't be afraid to read it
"Gotta get back to the stew." He looked critically at her hair. "You know, if you tied that up, it wouldn't get so messy."
She twisted around, looking at him like he'd said something really weird. "My hair isn't a prisoner."
"I didn't mean tied up like that. Like... braided, or some such." Jayne frowned. "You don't know how to braid?" River shook her head, and he sighed. "Look, I'll do it this one time, but you get Kaylee or Inara to show you how for next time, okay? And don't you ever tell nobody I know how to do this."
"Will there be more brushing?" River looked skeptical.
"A little more. And you can take 'em out if you don't like 'em."
"More brushing." She got comfortable again, shaking her hair back.
He gave her two braids, which made her look less like a creepy drowned person and more like a normal little girl. Then he let her wash the berries and put them in a bowl (and clean out his hat), figuring she was safe enough with cold water and carved wood while he added dehydrated potato and peas to the stew, using a little more of Inara's seasonings. "Needs to cook another hour or so, then we can eat."
"Hungry now." River had her little nose almost inside the pot. "I didn't think Jayne could cook."
"Jayne can feed Jayne. And little crazy girls when he has to." He shooed her out of the kitchen. "You can have some in an hour. Patience, remember?"
"I remember." She sat down at the table, reaching for Lux, a machine-gun almost as close to Jayne's heart as Vera. "Show me the inside?"
"Not in just an hour." He took it away, offering her his LeMat instead. "Show me how good you can take this one apart. Careful-like."
"It's one of your favourites." She handled the gun gently, petting it like it was a kitten. "I'll be careful."
The Good Wife
After the Dust Settles by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
abvj PG Alicia
“I’ve been fighting for this marriage for the past two years, Alicia. I’ve been fighting for you since the day we met,” he loosens the tie at his neck and laughs bitterly. “What the hell have you been doing?”
She wants to argue. She wants to fight. She wants to hurt him, to draw scars into his skin that will never truly fade so they can carry these marks of failure together; so he can hurt like she does.
Instead she does nothing and the façade comes crashing down around her. Alicia’s shoulders crumble like the foundation of their marriage and the sob she has been holding in surfaces, the sound strangled as it falls past her lips.
“I’ve been trying to love you, Peter,” she tells him. “I shouldn’t have to try. I don’t want to have to try.”
They’re both quiet for a long time.
Impossible Dreams Can't Be Broken bysweetjaimeelee Alicia/Kalinda, Alicia/Will Teen
In a world where good people are rewarded and bad people are punished, Kalinda would be terrified to even get out of bed in the morning. But this isn’t the fair world that people like to believe in; here, people like Alicia Florrick get betrayal and heartbreak, and people like Kalinda Sharma get a new identity and few consequences.
This is why Kalinda never really saw the point in being good.
She would have preferred it not to end this way, because she is fond of Alicia and distressed by having contributed to her suffering. But the fact is, Kalinda was always going to lose her. Alicia’s recent discontent at Lockhart Gardner has been obvious, as has been the line of high powered headhunters eyeing her interestedly ; really, it’s been just a matter of time before she gets the better offer she doesn’t even know she’s waiting for, and takes it.
How to Fall in Love Completely and Never Be Found bymosca Alicia/Kalinda, NC-17
Was Alicia expected to match that? She worried as her breath slowed. She stood up and fixed her panties, longing to touch Kalinda but feeling like she needed lessons first. "Easy now," Kalinda said, slipping an arm around Alicia's waist and leading her to the bed. "I was just showing off. You can do whatever you're ready for. I know you don't have much experience with women."
"How do you know that?" It was a foolish question. If Kalinda wanted to know something, she found it out.
"I've met everyone you've dated since college," Kalinda said.
Alicia laughed because the truth had taken so little research, and that relaxed her enough to venture a kiss, which became a tour of Kalinda's sensitive body, the hollows and lines of her neck and shoulders, the sweet flesh of her breasts and belly. Uncharted territory made Alicia's hands shake. "It's all right," Kalinda said. "Next time."
Like a White Shocking Wire bythreeguesses NC-17 Alicia/Will/Kalinda
“You’re probably the worst wingman ever,” Will says, two weeks later on the courthouse steps. “I’m just saying.”
Kalinda hands him a file, the relevant passages already highlighted and colour-coded. “Yeah.” She pauses. Shifts from stiletto to stiletto. “Did get you laid, though.”
(In the dark, whenever Will closes his eyes: Alicia’s breasts and hands and mouth. The line of her back and the shape of her calves in his palms, looping on the projector screen of his eyelids, a constant reminder.)
“Point.”
Kalinda smiles. Will remembers the taste of her lipstick.
Over by the courthouse door, Alicia waves at them, gesturing to something in the medical examiner’s report. They turn towards her automatically; instinct, gravity, sunflowers to the sun.
The Vampire Diaries
Vid
strange and untrue bycrickets An amazing, gorgeous, and incredible ensemble vid.
Fic
Life In Plastic byunoshot PG-13 character study, Caroline (Matt, Stefan, Damon, Elena, others)
She knows she's supposed to be able to flip some switch, just turn all her emotions off, but she doesn't know how and she's never tried. Caroline doesn't know what she'd be without feelings. She thinks there'd be nothing left.
She's half an hour late for school because she can't decide what to do with her hair -- because she spent three hours going through old Cosmo issues to find every hairstyle Angelina Jolie ever had, wondering if she could pull it off, wondering why the mirror was so shiny, wondering why she was so fixated. She had scissors in her hand before a text from Bonnie said hey where r u and that was it, she was out the door to math class and the quiz she likely failed.
High school is louder than before. She registers the heartbeat of everyone who brushes past her in the hall. She hears all the whispered conversations in corridors -- her gossipy heart can home in on who kissed whom or who's breaking up or who's being reamed out in the principal's office. It might even drive her a little nuts except she loves it too much.
She's seventeen and so are all her friends.
"Black and silver?" says Grant Norris, dubiously, at the third meeting of the dance committee. Caroline has to suppress the completely irrational urge to yank his entire lower lip over his face but thankfully Susan Fletcher chimes in with, "I think it's classy!" and they are agreed.
"Okay." Caroline spreads her papers across the table; she sets down her pink highlighter and picks up the green instead, making careful colour-coded notes. "So we have the DJ and the gym's booked, but we still need flowers and streamers, and -- I'll do the decoration sub-committee if Susan can get the money from the student association. Gina, how are ticket sales?"
She is the general and they are her glittery taffeta army.
Later, Susan says, "Oh my god, Caroline, you should be, like... a party planner when you graduate."
Caroline chirps, "Thanks!" She puts her markers away -- a rainbow in her pencil case -- and studiously ignores the pulse in Susan's throat.
Two Gorram Days and its subsequent sequels by Dyce Known as The Horseshoe Nails Series. I really can't believe I've never saved/rec'd these before because I've read them repeatedly. It's a wonderful Jayne and River and eventually Jayne/River [without being gross, squicky, or in any way wrong] wherein Jayne helps River become independent. The whole Firefly cast is featured and is brilliantly characterized. The plotting is well-paced, the dialog sounds perfect. It's feel good, funny, angsty, and engrossing. If you've a yen for firefly I highly recommend these.
Kinship
The Bank Job
Miranda
Prodigal, an unfinished WIP but it ends satisfyingly so don't be afraid to read it
"Gotta get back to the stew." He looked critically at her hair. "You know, if you tied that up, it wouldn't get so messy."
She twisted around, looking at him like he'd said something really weird. "My hair isn't a prisoner."
"I didn't mean tied up like that. Like... braided, or some such." Jayne frowned. "You don't know how to braid?" River shook her head, and he sighed. "Look, I'll do it this one time, but you get Kaylee or Inara to show you how for next time, okay? And don't you ever tell nobody I know how to do this."
"Will there be more brushing?" River looked skeptical.
"A little more. And you can take 'em out if you don't like 'em."
"More brushing." She got comfortable again, shaking her hair back.
He gave her two braids, which made her look less like a creepy drowned person and more like a normal little girl. Then he let her wash the berries and put them in a bowl (and clean out his hat), figuring she was safe enough with cold water and carved wood while he added dehydrated potato and peas to the stew, using a little more of Inara's seasonings. "Needs to cook another hour or so, then we can eat."
"Hungry now." River had her little nose almost inside the pot. "I didn't think Jayne could cook."
"Jayne can feed Jayne. And little crazy girls when he has to." He shooed her out of the kitchen. "You can have some in an hour. Patience, remember?"
"I remember." She sat down at the table, reaching for Lux, a machine-gun almost as close to Jayne's heart as Vera. "Show me the inside?"
"Not in just an hour." He took it away, offering her his LeMat instead. "Show me how good you can take this one apart. Careful-like."
"It's one of your favourites." She handled the gun gently, petting it like it was a kitten. "I'll be careful."
The Good Wife
After the Dust Settles by
abvj PG Alicia“I’ve been fighting for this marriage for the past two years, Alicia. I’ve been fighting for you since the day we met,” he loosens the tie at his neck and laughs bitterly. “What the hell have you been doing?”
She wants to argue. She wants to fight. She wants to hurt him, to draw scars into his skin that will never truly fade so they can carry these marks of failure together; so he can hurt like she does.
Instead she does nothing and the façade comes crashing down around her. Alicia’s shoulders crumble like the foundation of their marriage and the sob she has been holding in surfaces, the sound strangled as it falls past her lips.
“I’ve been trying to love you, Peter,” she tells him. “I shouldn’t have to try. I don’t want to have to try.”
They’re both quiet for a long time.
Impossible Dreams Can't Be Broken by
sweetjaimeelee Alicia/Kalinda, Alicia/Will Teen In a world where good people are rewarded and bad people are punished, Kalinda would be terrified to even get out of bed in the morning. But this isn’t the fair world that people like to believe in; here, people like Alicia Florrick get betrayal and heartbreak, and people like Kalinda Sharma get a new identity and few consequences.
This is why Kalinda never really saw the point in being good.
She would have preferred it not to end this way, because she is fond of Alicia and distressed by having contributed to her suffering. But the fact is, Kalinda was always going to lose her. Alicia’s recent discontent at Lockhart Gardner has been obvious, as has been the line of high powered headhunters eyeing her interestedly ; really, it’s been just a matter of time before she gets the better offer she doesn’t even know she’s waiting for, and takes it.
How to Fall in Love Completely and Never Be Found by
mosca Alicia/Kalinda, NC-17Was Alicia expected to match that? She worried as her breath slowed. She stood up and fixed her panties, longing to touch Kalinda but feeling like she needed lessons first. "Easy now," Kalinda said, slipping an arm around Alicia's waist and leading her to the bed. "I was just showing off. You can do whatever you're ready for. I know you don't have much experience with women."
"How do you know that?" It was a foolish question. If Kalinda wanted to know something, she found it out.
"I've met everyone you've dated since college," Kalinda said.
Alicia laughed because the truth had taken so little research, and that relaxed her enough to venture a kiss, which became a tour of Kalinda's sensitive body, the hollows and lines of her neck and shoulders, the sweet flesh of her breasts and belly. Uncharted territory made Alicia's hands shake. "It's all right," Kalinda said. "Next time."
Like a White Shocking Wire by
threeguesses NC-17 Alicia/Will/Kalinda“You’re probably the worst wingman ever,” Will says, two weeks later on the courthouse steps. “I’m just saying.”
Kalinda hands him a file, the relevant passages already highlighted and colour-coded. “Yeah.” She pauses. Shifts from stiletto to stiletto. “Did get you laid, though.”
(In the dark, whenever Will closes his eyes: Alicia’s breasts and hands and mouth. The line of her back and the shape of her calves in his palms, looping on the projector screen of his eyelids, a constant reminder.)
“Point.”
Kalinda smiles. Will remembers the taste of her lipstick.
Over by the courthouse door, Alicia waves at them, gesturing to something in the medical examiner’s report. They turn towards her automatically; instinct, gravity, sunflowers to the sun.
The Vampire Diaries
Vid
strange and untrue by
crickets An amazing, gorgeous, and incredible ensemble vid.Fic
Life In Plastic by
unoshot PG-13 character study, Caroline (Matt, Stefan, Damon, Elena, others)She knows she's supposed to be able to flip some switch, just turn all her emotions off, but she doesn't know how and she's never tried. Caroline doesn't know what she'd be without feelings. She thinks there'd be nothing left.
She's half an hour late for school because she can't decide what to do with her hair -- because she spent three hours going through old Cosmo issues to find every hairstyle Angelina Jolie ever had, wondering if she could pull it off, wondering why the mirror was so shiny, wondering why she was so fixated. She had scissors in her hand before a text from Bonnie said hey where r u and that was it, she was out the door to math class and the quiz she likely failed.
High school is louder than before. She registers the heartbeat of everyone who brushes past her in the hall. She hears all the whispered conversations in corridors -- her gossipy heart can home in on who kissed whom or who's breaking up or who's being reamed out in the principal's office. It might even drive her a little nuts except she loves it too much.
She's seventeen and so are all her friends.
"Black and silver?" says Grant Norris, dubiously, at the third meeting of the dance committee. Caroline has to suppress the completely irrational urge to yank his entire lower lip over his face but thankfully Susan Fletcher chimes in with, "I think it's classy!" and they are agreed.
"Okay." Caroline spreads her papers across the table; she sets down her pink highlighter and picks up the green instead, making careful colour-coded notes. "So we have the DJ and the gym's booked, but we still need flowers and streamers, and -- I'll do the decoration sub-committee if Susan can get the money from the student association. Gina, how are ticket sales?"
She is the general and they are her glittery taffeta army.
Later, Susan says, "Oh my god, Caroline, you should be, like... a party planner when you graduate."
Caroline chirps, "Thanks!" She puts her markers away -- a rainbow in her pencil case -- and studiously ignores the pulse in Susan's throat.
