I have spent exponentially more time figuring out how to introduce this than I did writing it, and if I actually try to explain it the notes will be longer than the story, so: without further ado. But for the record, the title is as in ...you don't have to sell your body to the night.


Thanks to missmollyetc, iulia, and frostfire for instigating, encouraging, and assisting.


Red John/Patrick Jane. Underage prostitution. Not explicit.
400 words.
This is the thing Patrick Jane cannot--can never--tell anyone.


( Those Days Are Over )

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* I'm Sorry, Ma'am, I Don't Speak Korean


Yeah, yeah, look who pimped herself into a brand new fandom after signing up for Yuletide.

Many thanks to missmollyetc for supplying the title and other useful phrases, and generally enabling my magpie fannish habits.


Cho/Jane. PG-13. 1,312 words.
Cho was freaking out about taking Jane to meet his parents, in the most entertainingly overt manner yet.

( Mian He, Ahjuma, Hangul Mal Mullayo )


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riverlight was the only one to cast a tie-breaking vote, so it's time for Bob getting knocked up, with, let me just reiterate, SOME GROSS BIOLOGICAL DETAILS, because that is how I roll.

(I mean, look, if you have enough unsuspected internal ladyparts to get accidentally pregnant through anal sex, then, logically....)

I actually told most of this in email to missmollyetc so there is ... quite a bit of it. Apologies for tenses jumping all over the place, it was ... many different emails.

~10,000 words. Bob/Gerard, Bob/Gerard/Frank, Frank/Jamia. Mpreg. (But no diagrams.)

Anyway, I was commuting with strangecobwebs and apparently listening to a fair amount of David Bowie in her car when I came up with this, so the story came to be titled ( Spiders from Mars )

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...And one time they did.

This was topical when I wrote it in email (as "something I want to write" although looking at it now it seems kind of ... written) a year and a half ago--in fact I think there must be some sort of factual basis for the precise date of #3 but I no longer remember what it was, did somebody find a marriage license?--and then I forgot it existed until just now, trying to dig up a piece of the Bob-gets-knocked-up story that I know I wrote down somewhere.

So! I'm just going to post this.

( Four or Five Times Frank and Jamia Didn't Get Married and One Time They Did. )

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#4 on the poll was the option called "The Two Short Ones Involving Gerard, genderfuck, and other favorite cliches of mine (Gerard/Frank)" and these may actually be fairly short because I never got all that close to writing them and I'm kind of hazy on the details. \o/

The cliches in question, in case you were wondering, were time travel and amnesia. Which, you know, obviously are crying out to be included in a genderfuck story.

( So, first, there was the time travel one, inspired by someone attending the Cobra show a group of us went to at the 9:30 Club... )

And then the gendersomething-amnesia story which I think I must have come up with by trying to deliberately smash my favorite things into each other.

( I mean: genderfuck amnesia fic. Come on. )

Up next: the (c.2007) Panic BDSM bunny which is really a very long pairings list OR the one where Bob gets pregnant and I really love me some offputting verisimilitude. However will I choose...?

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I just finished this and I have to post it right this second or it will continue dragging out toward infinity. Please excuse any infelicities you run into toward the end. :)

7300-ish words. I am bad at summarizing.

As best I can tell, the Bob Wakes Up with Ladyparts idea started like this, on June 28, 2007, talking to iulia about an interview with Patrick Stump:

dira: Patrick: Yeah, it was...was it 'Thank You For The Venom'? Can't remember the name of it, can't remember what song I played. But it was one of their fast ones.

ChartBlog: That's SO unfair. You wanna be doing one of their slow ballads.

Patrick: I chose that song! And I did pretty well, except Bob Bryar, the drummer, likes to set his drums pretty far away, and he plays with his arms instead of his wrists. And so I couldn't come up with some of the really fast fills, cos I don't have the arm strength that he does. He's a lot more buff than people give him credit for.

iulia: Mmmm, Bob.

dira: (...I kind of want to write girl!Bob fic, where switching fucks with Bob's upper body strength, and he's fucking furious about it.)

dira: (Like, yes, okay, his dick is missing, but mostly HE CAN'T PLAY THE FUCKING DRUMS RIGHT.)

...Obviously, Bob is my favorite.

The initial idea was reinforced by this video of Bob talking about and then playing Welcome to the Black Parade, in which he mentions that the big Black Parade kit was at the very limit of his ability to play, and that he was never actually comfortable with it, hence the dual kits starting on Projekt Revolution.

So over time this idea--Bob gets switched and can't drum right and hates it--turned into a whole Bob/Gerard story called, naturally, ( Juliet Loves the Beat. )

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Oh look, more fic! They don't exactly rely on each other, but I think of this story as being sort of the peanut butter to A Transfiguration's jelly.

Thanks again to iulia.


Dean. Gen. PG-13. 1,889 words. post-5x01.
Dean opened his eyes, swimming out of another patch of restless sleep, and his dad was there, sitting on the edge of the bed.


( A Visitation )

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Because, uh, I'd never written a fic that included the phrase praise God unironically before. \o?

Beta thanks to iulia! First couple of lines of dialogue cribbed from e. e. cummings.


Set during 5x01. Gen. PG. 1,338 words.
Unspoilery summary: There was just one person who I thought must be experiencing unadulterated delight during the episode, and this is that person's story.
Spoilery summary, highlight to read: Jimmy was laughing even as he fell to his knees.

( A Transfiguration )

Way back in May, I asked people to give me prompts for double-drabbles, and elliemurasaki requested Sam/Vala, careful where you touch.

This story happened in my head almost at once, but I never got around to writing it and could not fit it into double-drabble size. Then iulia and I spent all this weekend watching episodes from seasons 9 and 10 of SG-1, and I woke up on Sunday morning and wrote this. Thanks to Iulia for beta, and to Ellie for prompting this into existence!


Sam/Vala. PG. 1,609 words.
They were stupid rules.


( Careful Where You Touch )

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I didn't feel like I had much to say, fic-wise, post-"Children of Earth", but then I heard that there is (might be? I'm suddenly unsure) a fourth season in the works, and this happened.

Title from Cat Stevens, and a lot less ironic than some of the alternatives. Thanks to iulia, fox, and missmollyetc for various assistance, encouragement, and advice on what to leave out.


Jack, Gwen. PG. 2,760 words.
Here sat two people who didn't know when to quit.


( Wind Up Where You Started From )


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At the time I posted Chimerical Romantics I noted that in addition to being mostly summarized and told rather than shown, it was not Frank and Gerard's whole saga. I already knew the rest of the arc, at that point, but writing it out in even as much detail as I did the first part would have made it ... really, really long.

So here's the rest of the story, now even more abbreviated. Warning for a couple of characters being moderately villainous in ways that cohere with bandom's stereotypes of them, plus a cameo by Jamia as a hooker. THAT ONE WASN'T MY IDEA.


Frank/Gerard, 6500 words.


( Chimerical Romantics: The Rest of the Story, now even more summarized )

This is my Cliche Bingo story for the Telepathy square, unless I write an even more directly applicable telepathy story. This is also sort of my sideways contribution to the genre of "Mindmeld gave Jim feeeeeelings." Many, many thanks to frostfire and iulia for beta!


Kirk/McCoy. NC-17. 6,035 words.
"All Vulcans are liars."



( Sing About Tragedy )

Ummmm, I totally did not forget for a while I had written this, what, no.

This is a fixit of a fixit, or in other words a sequel to Common Language, a Bechdel Test fixit story I wrote about the kidnapped Air Force sergeant from "Children of the Gods." This will not make a whole lot of sense if you haven't read that.


Sam, Daniel. post-"Children of the Gods" and post-"Secrets". PG. 1,302 words.
"Teal'c, all of this started, from our perspective, when a woman under my command, Sergeant Jessica Hoyt, was kidnapped from this facility. What can you tell us about her current whereabouts?"


( Tell )

Cliche Bingo, again, this time the Coming of Age square. Er, sorry about the title, it just sort of ... stuck. Many thanks to iulia and rubynye for the encouragement!


McCoy, Chekov. PG. 1,326 words.
"So you lost one today."



( This Is Growing Up )

THIS IS A CLICHE BINGO STORY, THAT'S HOW IT HAPPENED. I kept looking at the Futurefic square and my brain refused to serve up anything but this.

This is also the coda to Hawks and Hands that I had plotted before I finished writing the story and then never managed to write. Until now.

Due South, hockey AU. Fraser/Kowalski. PG-13. 5,700 words.
Many many many thanks to brooklinegirl and iulia for beta and encouragement!
Ever since Ben had played his last game, six months before, they had exchanged glances in the direction of men who walked down the street, hand in hand and unmolested by passersby. There had been significant changes of channel regarding sitcoms, pointed clearings of throats over entertainment news... and now this.


( The Future in Five Conversations )

Many thanks to iulia for excellent beta!


Star Trek: Reboot. McCoy, Kirk. PG. 2,018 words.
Jim could be fantastically thoughtless except when being thoughtful would embarrass McCoy more.



( Ten Sessions )

Since August 25, 2008, there has been an email sitting in my inbox, reminding me that I owe riverlight a story. It took me three tries and a long, long time, but I have finally finished it, and here it is. I hope you enjoy it, R!

Many thanks to fox and iulia for hand-holding and prodding and beta.

Jack/Ianto. NC-17. 6,571 words.
Jack and Ianto are in jail for some reason.



( Shoot First, Apologize Later )

Another double-drabble, quick before it gets jossed by tonight's episode.

pharis requested what happened while Castiel was in Heaven, so this is set during 4x20, "The Rapture."


( Never Alone )

Here are the first three of the double-drabbles I promised last week.

fox was unhelpfully vague in her first request, but when pressed mentioned SG-1 and Supernatural in the same sentence, so:

( On a Mission )

noracharles requested Supernatural fic set after "The Rapture," episode 4x20.

( Left Behind )

leviticus_lied requested Sam and Daniel (from SG-1, het or gen, I don't mind) where they are hanging out and laughing and having fun.

( A Good Time )

This is technically not a fixit, because "Cold Lazarus" actually does (however briefly) pass the Bechdel Test. But this popped into my head when I was thinking about the episode, and I figured nobody would mind an extra drabble-and-a-half of women talking to each other.

post-"Cold Lazarus." PG. 150 words.
Sara had been too long a military wife to be able to ignore the phone.



( Incoming )