Stand Alones

Star Trek: Voyager

Janeway/Paris

17k

Rating: PG

Love is stronger than any other emotion that Zeus saw fit to give to man. It can fill you, but it can also make you mad...in both senses of the word. [Winner 3rd place at 12 Moons of Jupiter Award 2000]

6k

Rating: PG

My first J/P. As told in the title, this piece deals with Tom finally revealing his true feelings.

12k

Rating: PG-13

I knew that he only did this out of obligation and out of a need to receive love from me in the only way I was willing to give it. And I...I did this so that, at least for a few hours each week, I would feel something again.

12k

Rating: G

My first week as a fish, I was convinced I'd never make it. I sent letters to my family and friends...even dear ol' dad begging to be transferred. It all fell on deaf ears. [Gapfillers for episodes 1.01-1.02 (Caretaker)]

7k

Rating: G

One thousand, six hundred and forty three days. It had been one thousand, six hundred and forty three days since I had last laid eyes on Thomas Eugene Paris. The years had not been kind to him. Too much time spend drinking and doing god knows what all else had led him here. Heavy eyelids ringed with black marks, hands shaking from withdrawal from what I don't know and am afraid to ask. [Response to JuPiter Station Challenges 292, 332, and 375]

Rating: G

She strolls into my joint like she's a queen or something and all my new customers are falling over themselves to appear presentable to this dame. Even dear, sweet Tom.[Gapfiller: 106 The Cloud]

21k

Rating: PG

She covers my hand with hers. The soft skin wraps around my own, and I can't help but close my eyes for a second. I know that I am here only as her friend, but I drink in the moment, her scent...

Thomas Eugene Paris would never be crisp, clean, and perfectly in line like a 'fleet uniform, and he was okay with that.

18k

Rating: G

I come here because, during the time that I spent here, I found a special kind of peace that I never found again. [Winner 2nd place 12 Moons of Jupiter Award, Sap category]

Janeway/Chakotay

15k

Rating: PG

Kathryn finally realizes her feelings for Chakotay. A bit angsty at the beginning.

5k

Rating:NC-17

This is just pure smut.

Buffy: the Vampire Slayer

10k

Rating:G

My legs finally give out beneath me and I sink to the base. Blood and dirt mix to form gray water. I watch as it swirls down the drain. Scrub away the dirt...the smell of death. Scrub my skin raw so that I feel something...something other than rage. I was dead. I was happy. It was warm and I didn't have to worry about anything.

23k

Rating:PG

When I was stronger, I'd go downstairs, lay on the couch, and watch TV. Haven't been able to get downstairs by myself in over six months. Buffy used to bring me down there but stopped after I got out of the hospital the last time. I think she was worried she'd find me like she found Mom.

Queer as Folk

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3 Drabbles

The 100 Fic Challenge was a challenge of one word prompts. The author signed up for a character or pairing and a fandom. I selected Gus. This will take you to a separate page. Links are given to stories that I have completed.

A Fortnight

He tells himself he'll only taste the boy once, but one, chaste, little kiss to prove a point, to shut the little shit up, turned into another and another. Before he realizes it, his hands are buried in his fine, thick hair. [Michael/Gus]

It had been such a simple thing, pulling this boy he loved onto the parquet floor and dancing with him.

Craig Taylor was all the things that made Jennifer's parent swoon; he came from a good background, had a fancy degree, and was on the cusp of taking over his daddy's business when their parents introduced them at the Silas Hills Country Club.

Ethan knew even before Justin finished unpacking the computer that this relationship wouldn't last.

Before Justin Taylor came along, Brian Kinney had a list of things he'd never do. At the top or that list were: bottom, fuck someone twice, fall in love, become some lesbianic breeder, and he would never cry.

"He was one of the few things in my life I did right," he breathed, trying and failing to keep his tears at bay. "And I loved him so fucking much."

"They're gonna come," Gus said sleepily as he tucked his bear beneath his arm. "Santa always keeps his promises."

In the darkest recesses of his parent's closet, shuttered away in a wooden box, covered with half a dozen quilts and religious statues, was his father's Smith and Wesson Model 66.

Debbie Novotny wasn't the type of woman that Jennifer Taylor socialized with. Too bright wig and acrylic nails, ever present gum snapping, witty but inappropriate t-shirts, she was the antithesis of the country club set Jennifer had over for tea twice a week.

Somewhere along the line, someone should have mentioned the fact that asking Brian Kinney to babysit wasn't a wise proposition, but it was late in the day and Lindsay was desperate.

A Queer as Folk Novel in 34 chapters/251 pages

Summary: With the Mommies' marriage crumbling down around them, Gus forced attention on himself by acting out in an ill fated attempt to keep his parents together for his little sister, JR's, sake, but at what cost to him?

Setting: Post Season 5 with some flashbacks to earlier seasons

Edited by: ShadowNYC

It was one of those things that fed off of old wounds--the haves and the have nots.

He was in hell. There was no other way to describe it. Surrounded by sugar-laden children, harassed looking mommies, and all the trappings of an over-commercialized nightmare that he had, in some small way, helped create, Brian very reluctantly stood holding Gus' hand as they waited to see Santa.

Brian, Justin, Ted, and Michael were all eating breakfast when Emmett appeared. His once fabulous tangerine shirt had been torn in three places and he had one hell of a shiner forming, but he looked happy as he breezed towards their table.

You absently wonder if he'll even remember you in a year or two, or if you'd just become the tall man that smells like smoke and expensive aftershave that always brought new toys.

The moment you see the image on the screen, your breath catches. The lines are a little crude and the shading is not up to par, but you can't help but think it's the best work he's ever done...

When Justin begged him to stop for the second time, Brian felt his chest cease in some emotion he sure as fuck wasn't going to label.

He swore when he was older he'd never fucking celebrate Christmas.

Just watching how Tucker comforted his mother he knew it was more than just a passing fling.

The broom clattered out of his hand and hit the garage floor seconds before Gus took off for the house. He thundered up the stairs and threw himself onto the bed as the tears began to well in his eyes.

It couldn't be true; Santa was real, wasn't he?