here's a rec list of the fics and art i've linked to on twitter/bookmarked on delicious for the past few weeks. mostly spn, with some merlin.



merlin

• an issue of proper protocol (country boys are shameless) by skellerbvvt, arthur/merlin, nc-17 (bondage!kink) :: Wherein Arthur is considering how one goes about asking one’s manservant if he would like to be tied up, and said manservant is sort of depraved.

okay, i'm pretty meh about bondage most of the time, but the fact that so much of it happens in arthur's fantasies (because i'm a sucker for reading about those and i have en enormous voyeuristic streak apparently), and in such a funny voice, sealed the deal for me. and then there's merlin who has some very interesting fantasies of his own.

• the way out is through by derryere, arthur/merlin, mordred, r. :: When Arthur and Merlin go to drop Mordred they are followed by Uther's knights and all the druids are massacred and the three have to run with a bounty on their head.

goddamn i love m/a exile!fics. seeing as this one was written by one of the most popular authors in the fandom, i'm pretty sure most have read it already. but i hadn't, so. i've never given much thought to mordred so for me he's just the creepy little boy who's going to come back to fuck shit up when he grows up. but this fic does a wonderful job expanding that characterization and showing us the little boy without the creepy attached. the arthur+merlin+mordred is heartbreaking, funny and sweet, as is the arthur/merlin.

• a hiding place when spring marches in by http://amber.dreamwidth.org arthur/merlin, nc-17. :: The worst part of moving into the ante-chamber outside Arthur's room is the fact that every time Merlin wants a wank he has to consider the fact that the Crown Prince of Camelot is only a boot's throw away.

wank!fic. um, well, i did mention my voyeuristic streak, didn't i. just read it, ok?

supernatural

• full of grace by aaeth. dean/castiel, nc-17. :: Castiel pic spams Dean. Dean gets to know Castiel. Biblically.

this is a pretty sweet fic, with some parts that got plenty of laughs from me, but it had me at this line: The phone buzzed. 0=) Somewhere Cas had learned to make an angel emoticon. He should have known. i liked the sincerity in interaction between dean and drunken cas so much that i kind of wish it hadn't ended up in sex just so that i could've had more of that conversation, but i'm not going to complain about good porn. :p

• raphael's revenge by reverie18. g, dean, castiel, raphael, sam, lucifer. pure crack, art.

COMPLETELY ADORABLE COMIC. chuck and dean's shoulder angels battle it out.

• the angels have the phonebox! by shirozora. g, dean, sam, ruby, castiel, uriel. crossover with doctor who. crack again, art.

i know nothing about doctor who, but i'm reccing this anyway, because i adored the expressions.

• here (in your arms) by shirozora. pg-13, dean/castiel, art.

the body language here is to. die. for. cas' hand and knee, dean tugging on cas' clothes... oh yes. some really cool brushwork in the background as well.

• trying to find some, somewhere by elizah_jane. pg-13, dean/castiel, sam/lucifer. :: Dean doesn't know quite what he expected from the Apocalypse, but this sure as hell wasn’t it.

lucifer turns dean into a kitten as part of his strange courtship of sam winchester, and also because he thinks it would be funny. need i say more?

• all tomorrow's parties by yakbite future!dean/future!cas. and i quote: "R. Sex, drugs, and unbearable despair. Dubious consent, and more drugs."

just when i thought i was getting bored of 5x04 fics, i find this. i think i've filled my angst quota for the rest of the month. and excerpt for you:

Almost without realizing it, Dean said, “My mother's name was Mary.”

Castiel laughed outright, a hoarse humorless cackle.

Dean was tired, and tired, and tired of fighting, and tired of waiting for those three people to become unpeople so he could kill them, so he leaned his head back against the siding, and listened to the scuff of the curtain, and didn't lay Castiel out with a solid fist to his face.

Which was a good choice on his part because, so softly it almost escaped notice, Castiel said, “So was mine.”

Dean scrubbed at his stinging eyes a while, and then got it.

“What, you mean like, the Mary?”, he said, too loud.

Castiel turned, and his face scrunched into a rueful smile.

“Yeah. Well, supposedly. Queen of Heaven, Mother of God. All that stuff. I never saw her again after...”

Dean tried very hard to scrape up the last bit of strength he had. His shoulders protested painfully when he turned, and slid an elbow out, not touching, but close enough to Castiel that he felt it might possibly be a comfort. This was important, he knew, and Cas hadn't been off the poppers long enough to string two coherent sentences together lately, and he felt like he should encourage a change.

“After what?”

“Gabriel showed up first,” Castiel said conversationally, “Did his thing. Annunciating. 'God's going to knock you up.' The whole bit. Then he left a few of us to watch over her till she squeezed out the fourth Savior.”

His voice softened, and something like a for-real smile flitted around his mouth.

“I had Thursdays.”

A screech rose up from behind the barn, and one of the little girls careened into view, snarling. Cas took her out quickly and calmly. He was getting pretty good with that old .30-06. Even with the scope fucked six ways from Sunday.

“Virgin Mary.” Cas continued, “My ass.”

“Oh yeah?” Dean said, and laughed. Because what? It's funny. Then he felt bad, and thought of his own mother, and then very carefully did not think of his own mother.

“What was she like?” Dean amended, apologetically.

Cas laughed, and it was too close to a real laugh, too far from his cynical rasp, and it almost hurt.

“Big. Big hair. Big heart. Big everything. Made a mean z'roar, maror and chazaret. Young. Quiet. Sad.”

• rises and falls by emerald_embers. nc-17, dean/castiel. :: Fate has a cruel sense of humour but Dean won't let Castiel go.

pay attention: here be ZOMBIE PORN. ZOMBIE PORN THAT WILL MAKE YOU CRY. and not in the "oh god i can't unsee it" way, but in the "oh god i think my heart just broke" way. seriously. castiel gets infected and his mind slowly begins to disintegrate.


that's it. i'm even slowly reading my way through a long r/s fic, but since i'm not even a third into it yet, i can't rec it. hope you enjoy these!