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For

riverlight, who asked for Nate/Brad at a party. Title from the Josh Ritter song "Right Moves" which is possibly even more apt for this pairing than I thought, now that I actually look at the lyrics.

Nate/Brad. Not very explicit. 650 words.
Brad knows guys who would play chess like this.

( All the Right Moves )

Crossposts: http://dsudis.livejournal.com/623943.html

For

philomytha, who asked for Aral/Simon. This is a somewhat sideways approach.

Memory. Aral/Simon. Not explicit. 550 words.
It was just the same as always.

( Asked and Answered )

Crossposts: http://dsudis.livejournal.com/623805.html

keerawa asked for Generation Kill zombie apocalypse AU, so I decided to plunk the guys down in my favorite zombie apocalypse: Mira Grant's Newsflesh Trilogy.

Which means they're all bloggers. :D

Gen. 565 words.
Nate was the editor in charge of twenty-two Recon bloggers: Bravo's Channel Two (Observe Everything. Admire Nothing.).

( The Moffatt Twp Bridge )

Crossposts: http://dsudis.livejournal.com/623164.html

Do you know, I think this is the first time I've ever written OMC/OMC?

ellen_fremedon requested Hector and Alyosha, so here they are. Falls into the continuity of The World That You Need, but I suppose if you want to read OMC/OMC fic set about halfway through Shards of Honor you don't need any further explanation for this.

During Shards of Honor, Hector/Alyosha. Not explicit. 500 words.
Whatever this is, it's so dire that Aleksi is approaching him openly.

( Timely )

Crossposts: http://dsudis.livejournal.com/622755.html

Title once again from Naming of Parts, this story is for

browngirl, who requested Ray and Navi's puppies. This follows on a couple of months after What to Do After Firing.

Many thanks to everyone who listened and helped brainstorm names!

January 2001. Ray, Navi, puppies. Gen. 425 words.
"Don't do this to your Ray-Ray, Navi."

( Today We Have Naming )

Crossposts: http://dsudis.livejournal.com/622474.html

21 days from fandom-inception to first fic--that beats Generation Kill by a full five days!

Many thanks to

lamardeuse and

missmollyetc for encouraging me and helping me sort out my ideas about Hathaway and generally aiding this fic into existence.

Title is from T. S. Eliot's "Little Gidding," because I have finally found a fandom that actively encourages that sort of thing.

Episode tag for "The Point of Vanishing". Hathaway/McKendrick, Lewis/Hathaway.
Not explicit. 2500 words.

"He's gone now," Fiona said softly. "Was that enough, do you think, or is he expecting me to keep you all night?"

( Being Between Two Lives )

Crossposts: http://dsudis.livejournal.com/621422.html

This is the story that sprang into my head when I beheld my lovely santa-hatted Brad icon. So thank you

howarethosenuts for bestowing the hat on Brad (and thank you

dontcockblockme for the lovely original icon which cried out to be santa-hatted). Um. Which is not to imply that this story is in any way your fault.

Title is from Sufjan Stevens's Come On Let's Boogey to the Elf Dance.

Many thanks to

riverlight for beta, and thanks to everyone else who audienced and listened while I was figuring out what to do with a story whose entire premise was "Brad wears a Santa hat for some reason and has sex with Nate."

Brad/Nate. Explicit. Ridiculous. 6200 words.
"I don't know why you're even fighting me on this. Santa is the most recon motherfucker who ever lived."

( Santa Is Here, Sleighbells Are Ringing )

Crossposts: http://dsudis.livejournal.com/619403.html

So last December I strayed away from working on my Aral/Cordelia & Aral/Jole series to just quickly write a couple of other (totally short and easy, ha ha) Vorkosigan stories. I posted the second of those stories two weeks ago. This isn't the next story I'd had outlined for the Aral/Jole series, just sort of a fluffy flashfic warmup for getting back to the characters.

Title (once again) from this random live cover of "Two-Headed Boy" by the Mountain Goats in which John Darnielle gets a lot of the words wrong.

Thanks to

iulia for giving this one the green light.

Aral/Jole, Aral/Cordelia. Not explicit. Fluff. 3,000 words.
Part of The World That You Need. The Prime Minister doodles during meetings.

( Sings in Your Heart )

Crossposts: http://dsudis.livejournal.com/617873.html

Many thanks for beta to

tevere,

riverlight, and

emilyenrose, and thanks to everyone who listened and helped me figure out what I was doing here.

This is the fourth (by posting order) or second (by internal chronology, thirteen months after "What to Do After Firing") or third (by author's suggested reading order) story in the Every Marine a Wolfbrother series, which is a Generation Kill fusion with Bear & Monette's A Companion to Wolves. But I guess if you want to start with this one you can go right ahead and try it.

Title is from "Dutch" by Dessa, which somehow is Bo's (or Nate-as-Bo's-brother's) theme song in my head.

Nate/Brad, mostly. Explicit. Non-major violence and soul-bonded wolf-in-heat dubcon, unpleasant in various ways. 21,000 words.

Afghanistan, December 2001. Bo meets Frost, and then Nate meets Brad.

You Just Brace and You Breathe at the A03
Or read it here on DW:

( You Just Brace and You Breathe )

Let's never, ever discuss how long this story has been in progress. Let's just say 2011 is my year of finishing things and leave it at that.

Many, many enormous thanks to

ellen_fremedon,

petra,

fairestcat, and

iuliamentis for beta, as well as everyone else who read or otherwise encouraged this in the last ... unspecified span of time.

Set during Shards of Honor. Aral/Cordelia. Explicit. Pegging. 8000 words.
Despite the title/rating/etc., this is a story about all the sex Aral and Cordelia didn't have with each other before they got married.

( Frequently Suggested Sexual Practices: An Aid to Communication )

Crossposts: http://dsudis.livejournal.com/615923.html

Title from Apollo 13: "From now on, we live in a world where man has walked on the moon. And it's not a miracle, we just decided to go."

Thanks to

iulia for insisting that I write it, and everyone who audienced!

Charles, Erik. Gen. G. 1000 words.
July 20, 1969. The unity of this instant was amazing.

( Not a Miracle )

Crossposts: http://dsudis.livejournal.com/611464.html

This story was

fox's idea, even though she still can't read it due to spoilers, and technically had no idea what she was suggesting to me when she demanded this story.

Many thanks to

iulia and

ellen_fremedon for their help!

Nikki and Gregor. Gen. 2700 words.
The third time Nikki met the Emperor was also the first time he met his soon-to-be-stepfather's foster brother.

( Family in a Box (Some Assembly Required) )

Crossposts: http://dsudis.livejournal.com/610739.html

...Still not wolf-verse. Also, gen. In fact, this is basically a gen episode tag for something that aired three years ago--specifically, the bit in the first episode where Ray knows what the war's really all about and Brad wants to know how much Ripped Fuel Ray has ingested.

Also, maybe I need an Evan icon?

Many thanks to

iulia and

petra for listening, and

templemarker for cheerleading and for beta in the face of inexplicable technical difficulties.

Gen. Evan and Brad. 1,000 words.
Sergeant Colbert catches Evan literally with his pants down on their first night in Iraq.

( Participant Observer )

Crossposts: http://dsudis.livejournal.com/609789.html

Not a wolf-verse story--the next one of those is in progress now!

Many thanks for support, cheerleading, general not-defriending, and beta services to

iulia,

templemarker,

petra, and

missmollyetc!

Title from the Josh Ritter song "Still Beating," which I'm sure Brad would hate to know is his theme song in my head. Sorry, Brad. Seems like everybody up and left and they're not coming back / The shadow that you're standing on's still here / Sometimes that's all that you can ask / And your heart's still beating.

A while ago I ran across a post from someone searching for fic where, what with Brad having been adopted and the guys being a few years apart in age, it turned out that Nate and Brad were brothers. That idea promptly collided in my brain with The Sins of the Father, A Pride and Prejudice AU where Lady Catherine tells Darcy and Lizzie that can't get married because they're brother and sister. And then... this happened.

Nate/Brad. Explicit. Non-major violence. 19,000 words.
When Brad takes Nate home to meet his parents, Nate recognizes his own father in a pre-adoption baby picture of Brad.

You can read at the A03 or on my site or right here:

( The Shadow That You're Standing On )

Soooo after a mere thirteen months (I just noticed it took me a year to write the last crossover, too--clearly this is a difficult thing for me), here it is! Story title is from T. S. Eliot's "Rhapsody on a Windy Night" (Dissolve the floors of memory. / And all its clear relations. / Its divisions and precisions... )

Many, many thanks to

iulia for sticking with me and this story for the last year, and to her and

ellen_fremedon for excellent beta!

This is a sequel to my Jack Harkness/Aral Vorkosigan story, Signals That Sound in the Dark, but unlike that story it is totally, entirely gen. You probably don't need to have read Signals to read this as long as you accept the premise that Aral once met Jack Harkness and felt that he owed Jack a favor by the end of the night.

This story is set halfway between Barrayar and The Warrior's Apprentice for Aral and Cordelia, and circa "Vincent and the Doctor" for the Doctor and Amy. It would have been much more topical if I had written it about twelve and a half months faster. *g*

Gen. Aral Vorkosigan, Cordelia Naismith Vorkosigan, Eleventh Doctor, Amy Pond. 21,000 words.
In which the Doctor takes Amy on a holiday to Barrayar and hardly anything goes wrong at all.

( And All Its Clear Relations )

So, every once in a great while, I sit down to write something short, and it actually turns out to be short. It is never as fluffy as I think it is in my head, though. This short thing is a little tiny slice of life in Iraq, and it may or may not wind up reappearing in some form when I (finally) get to writing the long story about Iraq.

This story comes after Which in Your Case You Have Not Got chronologically. Thanks to

petra for beta!

Gen. 1300 words. PG.
Bo didn't hate her MOPP as much as most wolves did during the day.

( When We Used to Sing )

Crossposts: http://dsudis.livejournal.com/604743.html

...I really wasn't expecting the turnaround between these posts to be quite this short, but. Fic! Ready to go! So here it is.

Newsflesh. Post-Feed, MAJOR SPOILERS. Shaun/George. 3000 words. Explicit.
Warning: Incest, and did I mention MAJOR SPOILERS. But no zombies!

For two days every month when the crazy hormones kicked in, I could count on getting knocked flat and stripped naked anytime we were alone. You're damn right I counted the days.

Many thanks to

iulia for beta,

templemarker for kicking my ass into actually finishing, and

petra for audiencing!

( The Only Thing I Ever Want Anymore )

Crossposts: http://dsudis.livejournal.com/602407.html

Another story in my A Companion to Wolves fusion verse! This one takes place chronologically earlier than Which in Your Case You Have Not Got, but is not as good an introduction to the universe, so read that one first if you have somehow gotten here without doing so.

Many many thanks to

petra,

tevere,

missmollyetc,

oliviacirce and

iulia for beta!

Ray/others, Brad/Ray. 14,000 words. Hurt/comfort. Explicit!
Warning: dubiously consensual gangbang of the soul-bonded wolf in heat variety, not entirely offscreen. Also explicitly consensual sex onscreen.

November 2000. Ray and Navi have their first multiple breeding, and Brad and Frost look after them when it's over.

( A further unpacking of the warnings. )

And without further ado, my totally short Ray prequel story. Which is too long to crosspost to LJ. Title from Henry Reed's Naming of Parts.

( What to Do After Firing )

This story is not just an AU, it's a fusion with A Companion to Wolves. I don't think it's necessary to have read the book, as long as you're okay with the premise that once upon a time Norse warriors were soul-bonded to telepathic and slightly magical wolves in order to fight monsters, and a thousand years of wolf-bonded military history later, the unofficial Marine Corps motto is "Every Marine a Wolfbrother."

I plotted out a whole epic slashfic in this universe (in which the military, for entirely pragmatic reasons having to do with what happens when wolves who are soul-bonded to Marines mate with each other, has a very different attitude toward homosexual activity than in our world) and ... then I wrote this first. There is lots more I want to write in this universe!

Many, many thanks to

tevere,

missmollyetc, and

oliviacirce for beta, and

iulia for endless patience. The title of this story is from Henry Reed's Naming of Parts.

Gen, with assorted pairings going on in the background. 9,000 words.
A conversation about shitting leads to Evan learning a lot about how Second Platoon really works.

( Which in Your Case You Have Not Got )

Crossposts: http://dsudis.livejournal.com/596530.html

For those keeping score at home, 26 days ago I randomly read Brad/Nate soul-bonding fic while staying up past my bedtime downloading Persuasion, and as of today I still have not watched Persuasion but have watched all of Generation Kill (some episodes twice), read Nate's book, bought Evan's, plotted out six different epic fics, and have actually written one. Which is not epic at all.

Many thanks to

tevere for all the enabling and

iulia for still not smothering me in my sleep and in fact consenting to be dragged down with me, and

missmollyetc and

frostfire and

oliviacirce for all being here waiting when I fell into yet another new fandom and looked around for familiar faces.

Brad(/Nate), Ray. 1700 words. NC-17.
He is as alone and as safe as he can be in a combat zone.

( The Fine Art of the Combat Jack )