Excellent post-canon story that really gets the weirdness of Trista's situation, and the knotty dynamics between her and Pen and Triss and Violet. Lovely.
Robin doesn't marry Matthew, and she and Strike slowly move towards each other and the potential for something more. Really lovely, with some great turns of phrase and excellent UST.
In the mirror, back behind my shoulder, she wasn’t beautiful at all: cobra-lidded eyes, worn lipstick on her mouth. I didn’t care. I was starved for her. I was about to get indelicate. This is exactly what I wanted from the book and didn't get - superhot porn between Gloria and the Girl.
“Every good thing I have, I have by the grace and blessing of His Majesty. Is there nothing that I can claim for myself? That I can hold in my hands and know that I’ve rightfully earned? Nothing has changed. The life of a slave is a series of generous bestowals. Even the most diligent, most valuable slave earns nothing. Every sip of wine he takes and every scrap of cloth that he wears are gifts that his master bestows. This house, my position at the temple, my freedom. You, here with me. Eugenides offers me a life full of contentment.” “Kamet, I-” “Suppose he should choose to take it away.” “He won’t,” Costis said. He took Kamet’s hands between both of his, clasping them and leaning in close to whisper. “I’m with you for good.” Lovely post-book Kamet/Costis.
Anakin gets thrown forward in time to just before Ahsoka, Kanan, and Ezra go to Malachor. He doesn't like anything about what he learns, but Ahsoka has to hope he can change things for the better when he goes back. Heartbreaking and hopeful all at once, with a great look at their relationship and why it's so important to both of them.
And that was how Mad Sweeney and Salim found themselves in a place neither of them had ever imagined being: the cosmetics aisle of a Walgreens at 11 PM. Hee! The roadtrip from hell takes an even odder turn.
shaking the wings of their exultant and terrible youth by [Anonymous]
five times Inej thought “oh no” and one time Inej thought “oh yes” Lovely look at Inej settling it with the Dregs and regaining her confidence, and a new sense of belonging.
It’s odd- helping Asgard survive feels a lot like really living again. And if the way he looks when he’s sweating and out of breath excites her in other ways, the slow way he grins when he catches her appraising look holds all kinds of promise. Valkyrie finds home in the small things on the refugee ship.