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Title: The Garden Where All Beauties Be
Fandom: The Witcher
Pairing/Characters: Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier
Summary: Jaskier gets a noseful of pollen in a mage's tower.
Rating: NC-17
Length: Medium (11,193 words)
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me.
Notes/Warnings: Title from Sir Phillip Sidney's Sonnet 82. I went with more traditional fantasy creatures for the references in this story because that's what's familiar to me — apologies if any of it actually contradicts Witcher canon. I have seen S3 this time, but the vibes are mainly S1 again.
Excerpt:
Jaskier wanted to tell Geralt he felt just fine. That his nose had been irritated at first but that seemed to be over with now and he was — it was fine. Not worth fussing over. All right, maybe worth fussing a little. Maybe worth holding on to him, just for a moment longer. Maybe —

The unfortunate truth, Jaskier slowly realized, was that he did not, in fact, feel fine. It started with a heat in the pit of his stomach and a burning along his skin. And it didn’t get better.

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Title: Menace
Fandom: Callan
Pairing/Characters: David Callan/Toby Meres
Summary: Sometimes there's only one bed. This is one of those times.
Rating: PG
Length: Short (1,186 words)
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me.
Notes/Warnings: I feel like this must come before Playing with Fire chronologically, but I've made it a series while I figure it out. I have ideas for more in this 'verse.  Not Brit-picked.
Excerpt:
Callan stopped for a second too long in the doorway. Meres, having picked up their bags with exaggerated deference to Callan’s age and experience, nearly collided with his back. Evidently the section had elected not to spring for a double room on this occasion.

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Title: A Step Too Far
Fandom: Callan
Pairing/Characters: David Callan/Toby Meres, Hunter
Summary: After Richmond, Callan does a spot of eavesdropping and learns something he never knew.
Rating: NC-17
Length: Medium (8,434 words)
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me.
Notes/Warnings: Minor violence.  References "The Richmond File" episodes and "You Should Have Got Here Sooner" pretty heavily. I went back and forth on whether to put some kind of "not that fluffy but fluffy for the source material" tag on this- I went back and forth on how fluffy it in fact is- so YMMV. Obviously the "post-canon" tag is used in a "Wet Job? I don't know her" capacity. Fills my 100fandoms table prompt #30 (truth) and possibly also my hc_bingo "forced to participate in illegal / hurtful activity" square.
Excerpt:
Dead mother, absent father, constant stream of nannies and tutors until he could be safely shipped off to boarding school... Callan had skimmed that part of Meres' file while he was Hunter because it all seemed a bit poor little rich boy. It didn’t feel like that now.

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Title: Playing with Fire
Fandom: Callan
Pairing/Characters: David Callan/Toby Meres
Summary: The night after a long day.
Rating: PG-13
Length: Short (1215 words)
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me.
Notes/Warnings: Somewhat inspired by the Lewis episode "Music to Die For", which I watched recently. Not Brit-picked.
Excerpt:
“You must be exhausted,” he said, getting up. Meres usually was when he made a rare self-deprecating class joke. Callan didn’t want to contemplate what, beyond tiredness, it might signify. The apocalypse. Brain damage.

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Title: Idle Hands
Fandom: Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell
Pairing/Characters: John Childermass/John Segundus, Mr. Honeyfoot, Vinculus
Summary: Childermass' plan to keep himself occupied at Starecross may not be quite perfect.
Rating: PG-13
Length: Short (2,392 words)
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me.
Notes/Warnings: Fills my100fandoms table prompt #18 (fix).
Excerpt:
Now that Norrell was gone, and missed largely in the little moments when Childermass heard this or that piece of news and thought how he would tell it to Norrell, and how he would react- and then he remembered that Norrell was not there to tell, and he liked to be busy more than ever.

Mostly, he was- for there was a great deal to do. There were old politicians and new magicians to deal with; there was Vinculus to manage; there was a different kind of magic and a different kind of life for his people to carve out, and Childermass was busily carving it. There was little time to regret words spoken in haste, or to miss the society of men he still regarded very highly, however things had fallen out- or to be lonesome in general. But sometimes... sometimes he stopped, and he stopped most often at Starecross. And it was strange, but in that place- where he had the least reason to be lonely- he was most intensely so.

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Title: A Most Remarkable Case
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes (ACD and Granada)
Pairing/Characters: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Stanley Hopkins
Summary: In the aftermath of the Abbey Grange case, Holmes and Watson make an agreement- but all is not as it seems.
Rating: PG-13
Length: Medium (13,097 words)
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me.
Notes/Warnings: This was inspired by a line of dialogue from the Granada episode and it spiraled really out of control. It's meant to fit into the show's continuity, but it also borrows elements from the original story. In other words, Granada tried to fix a plot hole, and I decided to unfix it again.
Excerpt: Perhaps what Crocker said should have made a greater impression on me at the time- as it must have on Holmes- for it was quite a neat encapsulation of my own existence. Perhaps it did not because for all I loved him, for all I wanted things which could never be mine, I often forgot to be discontented for days, even weeks, at a time. Crumbs from Sherlock Holmes were, I felt, a feast from anyone else. But in the moment I was unspeakably grateful to our friend the captain for saying and meaning what I could not.

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Title: So Fair a Gift
Fandom: Kingsman
Pairing/Characters: Eggsy Unwin/Harry Hart, Roxy Morton
Summary: Eggsy is getting a little tired of waiting for a certain someone to introduce himself.
Rating: PG-13
Length: Short (2,675 words)
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me.
Notes/Warnings: This is a short AU I wrote a while ago and then forgot about. It's (loosely) based on a prompt from this post: “I am a ballet dancer and I see you every time I perform in the first row and there are flowers in my room every time I perform when will you finally introduce yourself” AU. I've done a lot of theater but very little dance, so I may be making some incorrect assumptions. The title is from, "Your soul is a beautiful thing, child. No emperor received so fair a gift. The angels wept to-night” from Phantom of the Opera, because of course I went there.  Not Brit-picked.
Excerpt: It had been a couple of weeks- all right, three weeks and a day- since Eggsy saw the man first. Eggsy didn’t often look at the audience- it was distracting and unprofessional- but on that particular night Eggsy just happened to glance over and there he was, sitting in the front row with this incredibly intense look on his face. He was well fit, wearing a tuxedo that hugged his broad shoulders and surprisingly slim waist just as tightly as Eggsy would rather like to, with faintly greying hair and these dark, dark eyes.

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Title: Until I Saw Your Face
Fandom: Kingsman
Pairing/Characters: Eggsy Unwin/Harry Hart + Ensemble
Summary: Harry just needs somewhere to lay low and patch himself up. He isn't expecting to meet someone who fascinates him, or to run into that someone again and again.
Rating: NC-17
Length: Very Long (103,322 words)
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me.
Notes/Warnings: Prostitution, canon-typical violence, minor character death, light dom/sub and bondage (this fic is not at all as a kinky as that makes it sound); written as an H/C bingo straight line extra for "disappearing", "secret allies", "wild card" (prostitution), "fighting" and "touch-starved"; not Brit-picked. (Or very well researched. Sorry.)
Excerpt: Harry offered the first figure that came into his head. Judging from the way the boy's eyes widened, it was far too high.

He said, “I know a place,” a little too quickly. “Let me just…” He took out his phone and fired off several texts in quick succession. “One of my stepdad’s mates works in a- a hotel real close to here.” From his stutter, Harry guessed that it wasn’t a very high class establishment- but then if Harry had wanted high class he would have sought it out himself. Somewhere where they had seen everything, where they looked the other way without question- that was what Harry needed at the moment, and his knowledge of such areas in London was unfortunately lacking.

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Title: Hope and Good Intentions
Fandom: Kingsman
Pairing/Characters: Eggsy Unwin/Harry Hart + Ensemble
Summary: Harry Hart just sold his soul to a demon in a snapback.
Rating: NC-17
Length: Very Long (33,844 words)
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me.
Notes/Warnings: Casual sex, soul selling, smoking.  Written as an H/C bingo cross-square extra for "wild card" (deals with demons) and "tyranny/rebellion".  Not Brit-picked.
Excerpt: "Hope ain't ever foolish," Eggsy said.

The seriousness in his expression as he said it made him look old. It made him look like something else- and Harry wondered why exactly hope was so important to him. Perhaps, Harry thought, it wasn’t good intentions that the road to hell was paved with but hope. After all, hope was why Harry was here, clinging desperately to the notion that he might not have to play the terrible hand he had been dealt after all. That a miracle- or in this case something significantly less holy- would come along and make everything all right. Harry knew perfectly well that the world didn’t work like that.

Except maybe it did, because Eggsy’s lips pulled up into a now-familiar smirk and he said, “I’m gonna fix all this up nice for you, Harry. You'll see.”

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Title: Healing
Fandom: Kingsman
Pairing/Characters: Eggsy Unwin/Harry Hart
Summary: Eggsy has a system for when he gets injured in the field. Today it's gone a little bit... awry.
Rating: PG-13
Length: Short (4,006 words)
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me.
Notes/Warnings: References to past abuse.  I'm sure this plot has been done before, but hopefully I put an interesting spin on it. Written as an H/C bingo cross-square extra for "wild card" (hiding an injury or illness) and "touch-starved".  Not Brit-picked.
Excerpt: Eggsy was a spy; it was his job to get in and get out without starting anything with anyone, and unlike Harry he was actually pretty good at that. It was rare that Eggsy got into a real fight in the field, and rarer still that he ended up seriously hurt- but it did happen. The first few times it happened, he’d told his mother that he’d been in a minor car crash, then a mugging, and then- as he started scraping the bottom of the excuse barrel- he had caught himself actually thinking about telling her that he’d run into a door or tripped down the stairs.

That was when he realized he had a problem.

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