I’m sorry if you thought this was just going to be a straight list. It is not. There are going to be explanations and detours and gushing.
Let’s get started.
The Essential GallifreyBurning Reading List, as curated by allrightfine.
- also when one of them is cranky, or tired there are top of the head kisses.
- and knuckle kisses when no one else is looking
so i got this awesome prompt this morning and yeah. it unleashed something.
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Derek first sees him from across the quad four days into fall semester. He’s sitting on one of the long benches, a marker pen in his mouth, grinning at something the kid lounging on the bench beside him is saying. When he laughs properly he pulls the pen out and throws his head back, his neck a long, lean line Derek is entranced by. He flicks the page in his book and highlights something, tossing the cap up in the air and catching it with his teeth. The kid beside him rolls over onto his front and drops his head onto the guy’s lap. He seems like he’s going to sleep and the guy props his book up over the kid’s face and carries on like it’s no big deal.
Derek watches him read for so long the freshman behind him who’d been attempting to flirt loses her temper and snaps at him to order his coffee or get out of line.
Written for Ania’s birthday! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ANIA!
adult, 1,456 words.It’s months and months and months after Norway that it strikes him.
Months filled with beds and kitchen tables, storage cupboards and balconies, every sofa they’ve ever occupied alone for more than an hour.
Shouts to the ceiling and filthy words, bit-back gasps and teeth sunk into shoulders to muffle groans.
Written for Challenge 003 over at Then There’s Us. (It’s here over there, if you prefer livejournal.)
The Doctor/Rose record shop AU I’ve been talking about writing for a long time, made real!
This is the Billie Piper we’re working off of here, if that interests you.
adult, 10,022 words.
He barely even looks up when the bells above the door jingle anymore. It’s hardly ever a customer for him, always One Direction this and Adele that, today’s pop music, all firmly in Donna’s wheelhouse.
Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 3/ Part 4
There are 15 fics in this list.
Plainclothes Men: Oh god. This fic. Cas/Bobby BrOTP feels and kinda broken, lost, pining Cas and semi-oblivious, angry Dean and it’s all from Bobby’s POV and there’s angst and Cas feels and it’s gorgeous! Basically Cas comes to Bobby after Rufus dies and offers comfort, but Bobby turns it around and asks Cas how he and Dean are.
Written for Challenge 001 over at Then There’s Us. (It’s here over there, if you prefer livejournal.)
adult, 802 words.
He sets up their fortune the first week.
Not a pound of Pete’s money, just the bi-weekly pay Rose had socked away, never enough time to spend it all, not with days eaten up at her job, and nights flat on her back in the grass at the Tyler mansion, nights spent looking at the stars.
(Chips don’t cost much, after all, and there wasn’t enough money in the world to buy back the person she wanted to split them with.
No, in the end, she had paid for him in foolish hope and a bucket of affection without a bottom.)
The alphas were a mess. Derek doesn’t want to talk about it.
He would, however, like to submit a formal complaint that ever since Derek saved Stiles’ life and Stiles reciprocated—for the… third time? Fourth? Derek doesn’t know the criteria, necessarily—Stiles spends a significant chunk of his time harassing Derek. So derek, Stiles texts Derek, and Derek rolls his eyes, knowing Stiles expects him to respond. Derek does not want to give in to Stiles’ spectacularly ridiculous expectations of their relationship.
Yes Stiles, he texts back anyway.
Am i human? Stiles sends to Derek, and for a moment Derek thinks he’s genuinely wondering at his latent magical abilities, but then he gets a second text: Or am i dancer? and remembers, right, this is Stiles I’m talking to.
You are part of a series of cosmic punishments for something I did in my past life, Derek responds, and there is an immediate barrage of three or four texts that are just varying lengths of keysmashes, which Stiles has taken up instead of just sending a damn lol like everyone else his age.
(Source: faultybeef)
This was written to get the “locked in” square on my Trope Bingo card, and basically devolved into smut, but it’s my first square, and it still counts.
Adult; 5,678 words.
There is, because of course there is, intervention from the universe.
It’s their first fight, their first big one anyway, and a day has passed, well, a night and a day, since that bridge in Cardiff and the Vapaxian.
They’ve been in a hotel room, in a zeppelin, and in a state of complete undress — Rose Tyler so very, very naked that his neck goes hot, hours later, just thinking about it.
It wasn’t for the usual reasons though, that nudity, and what he’d gotten in their place was a handful of observations on the unsexy nature of decontamination showers, and a stirring low in his abdomen that seemed to contradict them.
I Call You Names Because I Love You
Stiles/Derek - Teen Wolf Reverse Bang - Art by Nana
Summary:
Years of touring with Stiles would never have prepared Derek for the day his beloved techie fell in love with someone else.
I FINALLY DID IT! my fic rec list! 89 fics so far! bless! hover over for descriptions!p.s. * means it’s my fav and ** means it’s flawless OKAY ENJOY!
3 times this week, Derek has found Stiles sleepwalking.
3 times this week, Derek carries him home.
At least Stiles isn’t the kind to sleep naked.
Derek goes for midnight runs when he can’t sleep.
He can’t sleep most nights.
In wolf-form, he’s less conspicuous, just a dark blur darting through the trees in the forest, and he runs and runs until he’s too exhausted to dream about smoke and ash.
He stays in the woods mostly, but sometimes he ventures closer to the houses at the edge of the trees, just to see the neighborhoods quiet and dark, the streetlights flooding empty roads, and the only sounds are the crickets in their yards.
And sometimes he visits his pack members houses just to see that they’re asleep, so he can know that their nights are at least more restful than his.
Then he runs back home again, to collapse on his bare mattress in his broken house, tired and heaving and human.
So the night that he’s flying through the woods at the edge of BHHS’s soccer field and he sees a figure standing in the center, Derek almost careens into a tree.
He twists and narrowly misses it instead. When he scrabbles his way off the forest floor, the figure is still standing there, arms lifting and swinging in tandem as if casting an imaginary fishing line.
Derek lopes forward cautiously, scenting the air. As he gets closer it grows stronger, the smell of Old Spice, Cheetos, and Stiles. Derek huffs in confusion, until he registers Stiles’ sleep-steady heartbeat, sluggish movements as he appears to dream about playing lacrosse. He’s not even wearing shoes.
Derek listens carefully for any other heartbeats in the area, and when there aren’t any he circles in front of Stiles and whuffs softly.
Stiles’ only reaction is to mumble a stream of incoherent syllables. Derek might guess that he hears the words Scott and first-line though, and then Stiles proceeds to launch another several lacrosse balls halfheartedly over him.
It’s not freezing out, but Beacon Hills at night isn’t exactly balmy either. All Stiles has on is a t-shirt and a pair of bright-red boxers. He barks again, louder this time, but Stiles sleepwalks like the dead apparently, and there’s probably a zombie joke in there somewhere that Stiles would never let him pass up, but he’s a mile and a half away from home and even more defenseless than normal.
Derek circles behind Stiles and nudges his back, pushing him in the direction of home. All it does is make Stiles stumble forward, and then he stands there arms limp and head tipped forward. Derek tries again, to the same effect, and again until he finally gives up and trots in front of Stiles, sitting back on his haunches and scooting into his shins until Stiles loses his balance and flops onto Derek’s back.
His fingers dig into Derek’s fur the instant he lands, and satisfied that Stiles won’t slide off, Derek lopes back into the woods. No sense in alarming the townspeople - Derek’s the size of a small horse in wolf-form, and late-night equestrian activities would probably get noticed.
Over the whistling of the air in Derek’s ears, he can hear Stiles’ soft snores, the occasional mumble about ‘strawberry-blonde locks’ followed by nuzzling into Derek’s fur, and soon enough he comes to a stop in the trees behind the Stilinski house.
The sheriff’s heartbeat on the second floor tells Derek that he’s asleep as well, and since there’s no way to leap onto the roof without knocking Stiles off, he approaches the back door quietly. He huffs as he noses it open - Stiles didn’t even bother to shut it completely on his way out. Derek pads across the hardwood as lightly as he can, slips up the staircase and into Stiles’ room. He winces when the door creaks, loud as a shot to his ears, but the sheriff’s heartbeat stays steady down the hall.
Derek sidles up to the bed and lowers that side of his body, but Stiles has a limpet-grip on his fur and only slides a few inches. He tries again, and gains another few inches, before he finally does a full-body shake and Stiles tumbles onto the covers. Still he doesn’t wake, just turns over and hugs the pillow to himself.
Derek snorts in disbelief. And then he crosses the room, now that there’s no fragile cargo on his back, paws the window open and leaps down to the ground, and takes off back to his own cold, barely-habitable bed.
It’s not until he gets there and shifts back, does he feel the still-drying smear of drool right over his tattoo.
Ten must-read Dean/Cas fics:
300 Things
Genre: AU, college, professor!Cas
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17, depending on part
Warning: Language, sexuality, alcoholism, real life
Word Count: 76,500
Summary: Dean’s life at twenty-four makes him feel like he’s forty—he works two jobs to help pay bills for his house and put his genius little brother through private school, and has spent six years (on and off, let’s be honest) working on his mechanical engineering degree at KU. With so much of his life devoted to his family, Dean has little time in his schedule for class and no time for social interaction. Then, while getting his classes together for the fall, he finds himself in a do-or-die situation: He must take his last literature class now, his spring already filled with those left for his major…except that none of the English classes will fit his schedule. This is how Dean grovels and begs Dr. Castiel Milton to make a special arrangement for him, and Dr. Milton does.An Exercise in ‘Worthless’
Genre: AU, tattoo artist!Dean/professor!Cas
Rating: R
Warning: Brief talk of harming others with a tattoo gun
Word Count: 26,546
Summary: Dean makes a hefty living as a tattoo artist who owns the space next to Gabriel’s cafe. Sam attends the local university. When Gabe’s cousin comes to live with him while starting grad school at Sam’s university, Dean thinks for sure that all his negative karma’s coming to bite him in the ass because Cas clearly has a thing for Sam. No one would ever choose him over Sam. That’s just logic.Ghost Dance
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Season 5
Warning: Pre-narrative character deaths, depictions of brain damage and mental illness, major angst, minor elements of dub-con
Word Count: 51,380
Summary: In post-apocalyptic isolation, Castiel nurses Dean back to something like his former self, but will a time come when Dean’s recovered —and rediscovered— too much?Have Love, Will Travel
Genre: AU, stripper!Dean/writer!Cas
Rating: NC-17
Warning: References to PTSD and agoraphobia might be triggery for some.
Word Count: 94,000
Summary: Castiel Novak is a reclusive writer with a childhood so tragic it’s left him terrified to leave his home—until his overbearing brother, Gabriel, drags him out for a night on the town full of booze and strip clubs, and he encounters Dean Winchester, a mesmerizing and mysterious stripper with secrets of his own. Both men find themselves inexplicably drawn to each other, and soon Dean’s private dances for Castiel become much more, as both men confess their troubles and find solace in each other’s company. But neither can seem to find the courage to take their relationship further than the intimacy of the club’s VIP Room—and just when Dean’s own brother gives him the excuse he needs to finally admit his feelings, Dean discovers something that brings it all crumbling down. Will they find a way past their demons and their trust issues, and back to each other?Named
Rating: R
Spoilers: 4x22
Warning: Blasphemy. There is also a section where the dialog is entirely in Spanish; hover your mouse over the dialog for a floating translation.
Word Count: 95,000
Summary: Jesus Christ is dead. Somehow, that isn’t the worst part of Dean’s week.Peanut Butter-Pumpkin Wedding Cake
Genre: AU, romantic comedy
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Sex, movie cliches
Word Count: 31,000
Summary: The good ones are sometimes assholes and always taken.Play It All Night Long
Genre: AU
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Language, sexuality, alcoholism, real life
Word Count: 43,000
Summary: The rom-com-ish one where Dean hosts a late night radio show, Castiel is a regular listener of his who starts calling one day and ends up calling more often than not and Dean finds himself liking it. This, until one day Castiel calls for not exactly petty reasons (just before Dean’s brother Sam is visiting with his girlfriend for spring break) and things get very, very crowdy at his place. He also doesn’t know it’s just the beginning of it. Also features Gabriel, Chuck, Andy, the Roadhouse crew and a huge amount of music quoted. Especially Bob Dylan.Point Pleasant
Genre: AU, horror, writer!Dean/sheriff!Cas
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Graphic depictions of violence, character death (not Dean or Cas)
Word Count: 172,579
Summary: Dean Winchester grew up in the idyllic town of Point Pleasant, West Virginia. A terrifying encounter with the supernatural during his childhood shaped his worldview and served as the catalyst for his successful career as a bestselling horror writer. Dean left Point Pleasant at the age of twenty, driven from his hometown by rejection and heartbreak, but thirteen years after abandoning his home and family, Dean finds himself drawn back to the town by the promise of investigating the apparent reemergence of the supernatural creature responsible for Dean’s childhood nightmares. Once back in Point Pleasant, Dean is confronted not only by the town’s resident monster, the Mothman, but also by his childhood best friend, Castiel Novak. Together, with Bobby Singer—the old drunk who lives on the edge of town—Dean and Castiel uncover the mystery of Point Pleasant’s Mothman in all its terrifying reality. Point Pleasant is a horror story, but aims to show that the ghosts that haunt us are sometimes made of flesh and blood. And sometimes, they lead us home.The Girlfriend Experience
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Season 5, pre-Swan Song
Word Count: 15,393
Summary: While it’s not like Dean hasn’t had a couple of truly regrettable hit-and-runs in his sexual history, this is probably the saddest fucking thing that has ever happened to him.The Voice of the Turtledove
Genre: AU, priest!Cas
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Blasphemy. Theological posturing. Possible underage sex - although Dean is 17, which meets the age of consent where this story takes place. Human!Cas, obviously. Vague insinuations of sibling incest (Castiel/Jimmy, in thought only). Religiously based homophobia. Internalised homophobia in the narrative voice. Shredding of a number of tenets of the Roman Catholic church. Too many Biblical references. Priest!kink and all that comes with it, basically.
Word Count: 60,645
Summary: Castiel was eleven years old when he first felt there was something wrong with him. He’s twenty-nine, a Roman Catholic priest in a small New England village, before Dean Winchester shows him that there isn’t.
This was written as part of a gentlewomen’s agreement (cough, bribe, cough) with roseandherdoctor. She asked for smut, Ten or Tentoo and Rose, with a jealous and/or possessive Doctor, and possibly a wall. I think I hit them all, ish. With a side of ringing in the new year!
Adult, if that description didn’t make it clear.
She’d been trying to get a rise out of him.
Maybe not a literal one, not trapped like they were at the annual Tyler New Year’s Eve party, but a figurative one. One that spoke to adrenaline, excitement, the breaking of routines.
Not that she was unhappy with the routine, with their life, because she wasn’t, not really, it was still full of unpredictability and adventure and rushing headlong into danger three times before tea.
Except where it wasn’t.
