Title: Martin’s Doppelganger (Also On AO3)
Rating: PG
Fandom: Sherlock BBC/Cabin Pressure
Characters/Pairings: Arthur Shappey, Douglas Richardson, Martin Crieff, Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Word Count: 558
Warnings: No, other than subtle hints at men-loving men and such.
Summary: Arthur can’t figure out how come there seems to be two Martins.
Author’s Notes: On Tumblr there’s been some random (haha) ficlets and such exchanged around in people’s Ask or Submit boxes (like direct or private messages you can choose to post publicly if you wish) and I’m trying to remember to share them here on LJ for those who aren’t on Tumblr. ALSO, this is my second attempt at Cabin Pressure fic, so be gentle. This was written for Noottersontheflightdeck on Tumblr.

Title: Doubled Over With the Hunger of Lions
Author: nightanddaze
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Merlin/Arthur
Word Count: 23 445
Summary: There’s something in the air, pulling them together and pushing the kingdom apart.
Notes: General spoilers for the first series. Immense thanks to snglesrvngfrend for being there even before there were any words, and then betaing all ensuing words. Title from Joanna Newsom’s “Sawdust and Diamonds.”  This? This is my love song.

Title: Sofa Discovery (Also On AO3)
Rating: G
Fandom: Sherlock BBC
Characters/Pairings: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Word Count: 107
Warnings: Nope, unless you’re allergic to fluff or shmoop.
Summary: John makes a discovery on the sofa - duh? ;D
Author’s Notes: On Tumblr there’s been some random (haha) ficlets and such exchanged around in people’s Ask or Submit boxes (like direct or private messages you can choose to post publicly if you wish) and I (a bit belatedly) had the realization that I should save them and post them here on LJ for the non-Tumblrpeeps to enjoy, too! Soooo… surprise! Here we go! They’re all off-the-cuff, impromptu stuff, so may be a bit on the cracky or ooc side occasionally, so expect that and we ought to do fine. As usual, let me know if you see any oopsies. :D This was one I did for ununpentium.

Title: Third Party Opinion (Also On AO3)
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Sherlock BBC
Characters/Pairings: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Misc OCs
Word Count: 1,980
Warnings: Nope, save the usual manly smooches and scrumpings, along with a distinct flavor of shmoop.
Summary: Sherlock’s undercover and gets a reminder of some of the things he appreciates about John.
Author’s Notes: atlinmerrick is doing lovely ficlets on Tumblr, one a day for the Advent season, and was taking pics and snippets as ideas; I sent her a pic and a snippet. Ahum. A 500 word snippet. She informed me that a certain Random ought to just write herself a danged fic, since she obviously had a clear idea. So, well, I did. I still think the fic that atlinmerrick did with the pic is better (certainly shorter), but who’m I to argue with the awesome that is atlinmerrick right? (Which you may read by following this link) I would like to thank the lovely and sweetly perverse kirakira_nanoda for smacking this around with a few judicious whacks of the beta-stick, she is spifftastic; all remaining shenannigoats are mine.

Title: Circles
Author: Lady E (lady_elina)
Fandom: Star Trek: Reboot
Pairing: Spock/Kirk
Rating: R
Summary: They have done this before: tangled their bodies together, traced each other’s outlines in lightless rooms and breathed each other’s breath until they were sore and sated.
A/N: Originally written for st_xi_kink. The prompt was “Spock/Kirk, Ritual Sex, maybe combined with light bondage, if that’s possible.” This version is slightly more polished, because I decided the original needed more work. Many thanks to irisbleufic and kenazfiction for the beta help!

Title: The Actor And The Detective (Also On AO3)
Rating: R
Fandom: Sherlock BBC / RPF
Characters/Pairings: Sherlock Holmes/Benedict Cumberbatch; implied Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Word Count: 759
Warnings: Nope. (Unless RPF bugs you, or men kissing bugs you, then yes)
Summary: An actor and a detective discover they look startlingly similar, the actor has an idea related to this discovery, and hijinx ensue.
Author’s Notes: atlinmerrick said: “It’s grey, wet, and cold here and I woke up feeling stupid, slow, and tired. Will someone please, please write something absolutely filthy regarding, um, lessee, Ben and Sherlock—with *Ben* the bolder of the two?” I said (and wrote far less filthily than I wish I could have): “I don’t do RPF, but…. for atlinmerrick? I’ll give it a try.”

Title: The Tale of the Sea Serpent
Author: Seperis
Codes: Arthur, Merlin/Arthur
Rating: NC-17, very
Spoilers: 1.13 Le Morte d’Arthur, first season in general
Summary: Prequel to Job Orientation. Before anyone built towers or became kings that hide from councils or thought five hundred steps was some kind of actual challenge, there was a prince, a sorcerer, and a sea serpent in a river. But really, it started well before that. Because first, there was a prince, and silence, and a secret that was no secret at all.
Author Notes: This is entirely and completely mercurydraconix’s fault for thinking the sea serpent deserved a starring role somewhere. I admit it, I had a dream. Please for the love of God, do not ask, just nod patiently. Thanks to chopchica, tricksterquinn and shinetheway for reading it in progress and petting me when needed and writing me fic so this would not all end in blood and toads on a distant riverbank after far too much rain. shinetheway corrected my sentences and mocked Arthur’s angst mercilessly, which you know, he totally deserved.

Title: In A Mood (Also On AO3)
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Sherlock BBC
Characters/Pairings: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Word Count: 1,017
Warnings: Not really, if you object to manly scrumpings you wouldn’t be reading this. Oh, and mind the fluff, it’s a bit slippery.
Summary: John’s in a mood and self-medicates with Sherlock.
Author’s Notes: The lovely and talented atlinmerrick was ‘in a mood’ one day and I fired off a quickie ficlet to cheer her up.

Title: Theseus And The Minotaur - The Other Version
Rating: PG
Fandom: Mythology
Characters/Pairings: Theseus/Minotaur, Various OCs
Word Count: 1,469
Warnings: Vague hints of inter-species affections, Myth-mangling
Summary: Another take on the myth of Theseus and the Minotaur.
Author’s Notes: I saw a picture of a minotaur-like creature in a digital art magazine that a friend of mine recently bought and despite being sleepy and nearly ready for bed, the Muse started narrating at me. And would not stop. I had to write out of self-defense. Y’know, the usual. This is very likely craptastic, but it’s my first myth-fic, so… feel free to hate it, but be kind when you sneer? I dunno, I’m half asleep.

“Stay,” rumbled the deeper than deep voice, thick fingers catching Theseus’ chiton as he rose slowly to his feet.

Smoothing his hand gently over a broad forehead between wickedly-curved horns, Theseus shook his head sadly and leaned down to kiss the Minotaur’s muzzle. “You know I cannot.”

Sighing and nodding, the Minotaur let go the thin fabric, fingers that could crush a man’s skull running along the sun-bronzed thigh below the hem of the rust-orange dyed fabric; his touch lighter than a butterfly’s wing. “I know, but I could not help asking.”

“I have to go back before it’s too late and tell them I’ve slain you.” Theseus donned his sword-belt, his sandals. “I will guide those who wish to return back to friendly shores, the rest will find homes in my kingdom as friends to the prince; in a moon’s span I will meet you as we’ve planned.”

Nodding his great head, the Minotaur knelt at the edge of his bower of skins and blankets; even on his knees he came nearly to Theseus’ height. “I remember. It is a good plan. I have not yet grown used enough to you to freely give you back to the world without a qualm.”

“I do not leave you easily, either.” With one last fond touch of his fingers to the Minotaur’s muzzle, Theseus turned and called out, his voice carrying to the next chamber, “Gather your things. It’s time to go.” A few replies were returned, the sounds of sandals scraping on stone and bundles being shifted could be heard for some minutes thereafter. Turning back to the Minotaur, he wrapped muscular arms around a thick neck, buried his face in a mane of wavy black hair as soft as lamb’s wool. “I am true to my word. I promise I will be there by the next full moon’s rising. Trust me.”

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Title: Collaboratory Beeblock Fics: Thirty Ways In Thirty Days

“Come up with unique ways John and Sherlock can have sex.”
That was atlinmerrick’s prompt to seven writer friends. one of which was me.
What followed was a big blazing concatenation of hot Beeblock Ficcery!

Step right this way to enjoy 30 ways in 30 days.
The first handful of awesome 30 x 30 action starts here with Atlinmerrick.
Just follow the links and enjoy.

This is both a handful of recs and my own pimpage. ;D