In which Bucky gets knocked out briefly during a mission, wakes up fine, and then spends a day enduring strange hints, clandestine looks, and cryptic texts from his friends. Steve will never let him live this one down. Oh, ♥
Jack gets hit with temporary amnesia and tries to hide it while working with Phryne on a case. Of course, she knows him too well to be fooled. Ah, lovely.
Brilliantly done AU where Phryne is a cat burglar and Jack is the police inspector on the case. I also really love the friendship between Jack and Mac here.
The story of Zhu Li and Varrick from their first meeting to their honeymoon. This does a great job with the voices (I laughed out loud a lot) and also with why Zhu Li would stay with him, and gets the emotional bits right too. Highly recommended.
The words you use are a sort of magic, too, because Tiffany’s thinking about all the problems with the story but she’s also thinking about the words “fell and wild”; she’s tucking them into the back of her mind, and thinking that in her next letter to Preston she’ll give those words to him. When he writes back he will say it sounds like wolves in the snow, or something else she could never have thought of, which will be exactly right in the way Preston’s ideas are always exactly right, exactly what she hadn’t known she’d always wanted to hear. in which Tiffany considers the future. Gets her down perfectly.
“Perhaps. But I’m hardly helpless.” “Of course not,” he said quickly. “But the Musketeers are as far from helpless as you can get, and we still all train every day.” “I’m not a Musketeer.” Porthos waved a hand. “Technicality. D’Artagnan wasn’t actually a Musketeer for most of the time he’s been a Musketeer either.” “So you’re what, making me your apprentice?” “Oh, I like that,” he grinned, and gestured to the mouth of the alley. Porthos gives Constance some self-defense training. Oh heart.
Accusing You of Stealing What I Gave Away for Free by [Anonymous]
“You’re concerned for my moral turpitude. That’s very gentlemanly of you.” “Your immortal soul is all you take with you when you go,” Rusty said. “I learned that in school.” He hooked his ankles over Danny’s legs, held him as Danny got a hand into his jeans. “You’d be very good. Except for how you’d hate it.” “That’s how I feel about this,” Danny said, and Rusty laughed against his skin, liked the way he could feel it rumble through both their bodies. “You love it,” he said, and Danny said, “Not it. You,” as sincerely as he’d ever meant anything. Danny and Rusty through the years.
