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♰ bandom
001. aliens made them do it! | star trek au, gabe/mikey, rated pg

♰ dc universe ( comics, films, etc )
001. robin hood was far too good | victorian gotham, jason todd as the artful dodger, tim drake & jason todd, rated g
002. untitled | canon au, in a city of batmen, an ordinary man is the hero they deserve (but can't have right now.), gen, rated g

♰ elementary
001. the political unconscious | grad school, holmes/watson, rated pg
002. invitation | soulbonded psychic wolves, holmes/watson, rated pg

♰ generation kill
001. untitled | college, one shot too many, brad/walt, rated pg
002. will it ever be enough | canon au, platoon member dies; brad/nate find solace in one another, brad/nate, rated r

♰ harry potter
001. how strange it is to be anything at all | canon au, neville longbottom: the boy who lived, gen, rated pg
002. untitled | canon au, harry is already a bitter child by the time he goes to school and never trusts dumbledore gen, rated pg
003. the long road | canon au, all was not well and the leader of the next group of troublemakers... is Hermione, gen, rated pg
004. all the stories you've told (will live on) | canon au, all was not well and the leader of the next group of troublemakers... is Hermione, albus potter, rated g
005. and she shall reign... | canon au, all was not well and the leader of the next group of troublemakers... is Hermione, gen, rated pg-13

♰ hunger games, the
001. untitled | canon au, foxface wins the hunger games, foxface, rated pg
002. untitled | canon au, foxface wins the hunger games, foxface, rated pg-13 trigger warning for non-graphic mentions of rape

♰ fullmetal alchemist
001. quest for the philosopher's stone | dungeons & dragons or other stock fantasy, roy is a squishy wizard. riza is the ranger or paladin who protects him. they go dungeon crawling., roy/riza, rated g

♰ the legend of zelda
001. another world | canon au, zelda is the hero who saves the world, gen, rated g
002. the truth of the legend | canon au, zelda is the hero who saves the world, gen, rated pg-13 contains major character death

♰ marvel ( comics, films, etc )
001. ceasefire ( mcu ) | role reversal, she's the ex-military field operative, he's the charming spy, clint/natasha, rated pg

♰ once upon a time
001. will always find | (noir) detective, snow/red, rated pg
002. still searching | canon au, When Charming's memories come back after waking up from his coma, they're his FTL memories, not the curse-implanted set about Storybrooke, charming/snow, rated pg
003. heart's a mess | canon au, graham doesn't die, graham/emma, rated pg
004. something to start on | canon au, that time red didn't eat her boyfriend, peer/red riding hood, granny, rated pg

♰ pretty little liars
001. singing in the streets | canon au, the show's title is puella magi sayaka magica, sayaka miki, rated pg

♰ puella magi madoka magica
001. untitled | "fame", any femslash, ensemble, rated pg-13

♰ revolutionary girl utena
001. artistic licence | punk rock, Just stay here and be with me/For real/Stay in yr body tonight, anthy/utena, rated pg-13
002. say the word (and i might have to stay) | punk rock, Just stay here and be with me/For real/Stay in yr body tonight, anthy/utena, rated pg-13

♰ star trek reboot
001. at his fingertips | canon au, uhura goes after kirk in the academy instead of spock, kirk/uhura, spock, rated g

♰ stargate
001. untitled | star trek au, she's always wanted her own ship, sam, rated g

♰ teen wolf
001. untited | bdsm, dom!danny and sub!jackson, danny/jackson, rated r

♰ TSUBASA: RESERvoir CHRoNiCLE
001. falling in love at a coffee shop | coffee shop, fai/kurogane, rated g
002. in a better world | canon au, SPOILER WARNING: HIGHLIGHT TO READ Valeria AU: Fay isn't born a twin, and grows up to be the king of Valeria end of spoiler, gen, rated g

♰ crossovers
001. untitled | crossover ( final fantasty vii, harvest moon, heavy rain, pokemon, street fighter ), various game characters form a badass survival team, various game characters, rated pg

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Grad school AU.

The Political Unconscious

The office was clearly once (quite recently) a broom closet. The undergraduate carrels in the library are roomier than this place; there are sardine cans more comfortable than this.

"Just leave it outside, thank you!" a posh British voice calls when she opens the door.

"Leave what?" Joan asks, then catches herself. "What are you doing in my office?"

A pale face, cheeks haggard, jaw haunted by scruffy stubble, pokes around the door. "This is my office. And you -- where the hell's my chicken korma?"

Swallowing, she fixes her posture. "I'm Joan Watson. You're in my office, Mr....?"

He squints at her for a moment, then seems to unfold as he pulls himself around the door and into the light from the hallway. "Holmes. Sherlock Holmes. Well, this is quite the saccharine and inane rom-com scenario, now isn't it?"

"Mr. Holmes," she says, and does not back up even as he towers over her. "There's been some sort of --"

"Mix-up, yes, yes." He turns away, his attention snapping off as precisely as a light switch. "Get that straightened out, won't you? I have work to do."

*

It was no mix-up. They're both here on Gregson's grant; they're both expected to share that vertical coffin of an office; they're to be colleagues.

"Colleague," Joan announces early one Friday evening, then pauses to drain her beer and set down the glass, "from the Latin, collega, 'partner in office'." She snorts. "Partner in obnoxious awfulness, more like."

Her friend -- no, not exactly her friend, it's too early to have friends -- her acquaintance Irene chuckles a little. "He can't be that bad."

"He's worse," Joan tells her solemnly. She shakes out her hair and pulls it back and up off her neck. "He's...he's..."

Sherlock slides into the empty seat at their table. "Delightful, charming, rascally yet possessing a heart of pure..."

"Evil," Joan says. Sherlock is taking Irene's hand, massaging his thumb lightly over her knuckles. Irene has lovely hands, long-fingered and graceful; they match her long neck and wide, dark eyes.

"Your reading of the ideologeme has haunted me all week," he's saying as Irene pretends to look bashful, lowering her eyes, looking away, even as she inclines toward his touch.

"Whatever, I'm out of here," Joan says, though probably neither hears her. She hoists her backpack onto her shoulder, yanks her scarf viciously around her neck, and makes her way out of the grad pub. She has hours of reading ahead of her, two reaction papers to write, and she still owes Gregson twenty hours of library research and seventy-five undergrad essays to mark.

Joan hasn't had more than six hours sleep in a row since August.

She believes in hard work. She doesn't know how else to be. She's nothing like Irene, for whom three languages and both queer and gendered perspectival readings come easily as breathing; she's nothing like Sherlock, for whom "work" seems to consist of ordering takeout, staring into space, then leaving for hour-long cigarette breaks.

*

"Of course you're nothing like me," he says later that month, holding the styrofoam package to his chin as he slurps up basil noodles wreathed with Sriracha. "You take this seriously. Literally, one might say. You refuse to see that this is all a game."

"What's a game?" She's slumped over her desk, forehead abutting The Archaeology of Knowledge, cheek resting on the top of yet more essays to mark.

Irene just had a conference panel approved; Sherlock has already presented at two conferences. Joan has nothing to show for her time in the program so far, nothing except possible ink poisoning from all the grading and rapidly-developing myopia.

"This, Watson! All of this!" Sherlock gestures widely, flecks of basil flying off his fork, until he smacks his hand against the concrete wall. "Ow, fuck. All of this is a game. A fairly straightforward one, it turns out. I must say I'm rather disappointed; I'd long been led to believe that academia was more complicated and intricate in its inner workings than...than..."

He trails off into silence. Joan isn't sure, but he may have sounded sincere just then, actually and authentically disappointed.

The moment is a lot like stalking a butterfly. You don't dare move, or breathe, or speak, lest the fragile wings beat and lift and the creature vanishes; but if you do nothing, you'll never catch it.

Joan turns slowly to face him. Sherlock has his mouth set, his eyes narrow and hard. He could be feeling some true emotion. He could be constipated. He's fucked with her enough times that, though she wishes she didn't care, she is at least cautious.

He looks at her, briefly, and licks the corner of his mouth.

"Sherlock--"

"Watson," he says.

She flexes her hands in her lap. Beyond his name, she has nothing to say.

"Are you..." His expression softens, goes unrecognizable. "Watson. Are you going to kiss me?" he asks.

The butterfly vanishes. Joan shoves the pile of books on the corner of his desk to the floor. "Asshole."

He beams at her and raises his palms in surrender. "You're learning!"

She really should have gone to medical school.

Aahahaha, oh, poor Watson. Some day you will have your vengeance!

I really, really enjoyed this. They're lovely and petty and great; they really do feel like grad students while still being so very much themselves. (Thus the "poor Watson"-ing. Holmes isn't exactly the easiest person to deal with when he's not in his twenties and surrounded by undergrads to feel superior at.)

I love the butterfly hunting metaphor :)

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. ::dances:: This is so fantastic. Thank you, as ever I ADORE YOUR BRAIN. :DDD

*draws so many hearts around them*

God, grad school. I can't imagine going through that with Sherlock! ;)

LOL Poor Watson.

Very amusing!

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