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Fishing Village at Sunrise in Autumn (Ginko/Adashino | PG13 | 1,809 words): An early morning with Ginko and Adashino. This story has a lovely atmosphere, quiet and gentle with a slight bittersweetness underpinning everything, much like Mushishi itself. It gives a nice look at Ginko and Adashino's relationship and what their lives are like even though the story itself only spans a few minutes in time.

Excerpt:
As he lies in Adashino's futon breathing in and out against him, consciousness slowly returns to Ginko. It chases away the last echoing softness of the Suzu of his dream, replacing it with uncertain memories of last night, as though replaying for his foggy brain exactly how he came to be here. A little drink between friends. A stare that stretched too long and was awkward from the start. Needs ignored for so long they were grateful to be satisfied in whatever way they could.

The same story every time. It helps that Adashino has a not-entirely-scientific fascination with his body—or, more precisely, what the mushi did to it. If he were honest with himself, however, Ginko would find he had to admit a part of him is actually flattered by that attention, even if he can't for the life of him understand it.
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Pennsylvania (Gus/Shawn, Dwight, Jim/Pam | PG | 10,184 words): Gus and Shawn get hired to investigate a case at Dunder Mifflin. The weirdness of Shawn and Gus meeting the weirdness of the Dunder Mifflin employees is a thing of beauty. The story is hilarious and snappy, especially once Gus and Shawn get to Pennsylvania. And the Gus/Shawn tension is just perfect! Something that's present and important without being overly melodramatic or angst-ridden. And then the ending! The ending was built up to over the course of the story so wonderfully, and then it happened and it was squeefully delightful.

Excerpt:
"My name is Gus," Gus says, dropping their bags at Shawn's feet. "And I am not his sidekick. I am his partner."

"Then why were you carrying his luggage?"

Shawn steeples his fingers together. "My psychic abilities give me a somewhat delicate constitution, due to being so closely connected to the astral plane."

"And he forgot them," Gus says, kicking Shawn's bags closer to him.

Dwight gives Gus a sharp, disapproving look that reminds Gus that they are in some warped kind of service profession. "But that's why I'm here," Gus says, forcing a smile on his face. "I keep Shawn grounded, if you will, in the day-to-day realities of life."

"I'd be lost without him," Shawn says, patting Gus on the shoulder.
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Captain America's Art Crawl Adventure (Steve Rogers, Wendy Watson | G | 2,008 words): Steve attends Art Crawl; of course some monster is going to attack. Oh, this is just delightful and so funny. It had me smiling all the way through because every part of this is just a lot fun. Even the characters who only show up for a few lines shine, and both Wendy and the Middleman's reactions to Steve are perfect and hilarious.

Excerpt:
She found Steve with Noser, who was saying, "Benny Goodman, huh? Hey, Wendy Watson, I might have found someone here who can actually stump the band."

"Never happen." She looked at the sketches hanging on the wall. "These yours, Steve?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Please don't call me ma'am," she said. "It makes me think I'm turning into my mother."

"Yes...Wendy."

"You'll get the hang of it." She patted him on his very broad, well-muscled shoulder and reminded herself that she had a boyfriend she loved a lot.
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In Passing (turtles ensemble, OCs | PG | 7,233 words): Four people the turtles interact with and how their lives are changed for it. Aw, turtles! Doing what they do best and helping people! This is a fantastic set of vignettes about how the turtles help the people they come across. I love how, despite not giving any identifying details, the author still writes each brother so well that it's easy to tell which one is in each vignette. They're each kind in their own ways. This is one of the roots that makes the teenage mutant ninja turtles so eternally enjoyable (for me, at any rate), so I loved reading something that focuses on that.

Escerpt:
'It's okay,' he says to me. 'He's not dead, he's just been knocked out.'

I nod. I've still got my hand over my mouth. He gently prises it away. That's when I notice his hands are green and that he only has two fingers. Two fingers and a thumb.

My thought won't stick together properly, they keep falling a part, but I manage to think – oh, that's why he's so covered up, he's deformed. I don't care though, not at all, not when my Dad's bleeding on the ground and this man's just saved both our lives.
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Bright Eyed Boys (Zack, Cloud | PG13 | 1,095 words): Zack's last stand from the perspective of one of the Shinra army troopers. This story's a neat little bit of angst that offers a different perspective than the usual when dealing with this particular event.

Excerpt:
That SOLDIER I saw, god, I remember... He was young and that just made it worse, you know. On one hand there was us, busting our chops for half our lives trying to get in and on the other hand, there's this fresh-faced boy. Rosy cheeks and everything, I tell you. But God, he was magnificent. First Class, no less. The speed, the force, that goddamned grin. Cocky little fucker.
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Double Drabble (Fenchurch/Trillian | PG13 | 200 words): It's a short take on Trillian and Fenchurch being locked in a room together. The story's got snappy humor in spades despite being so short.

Excerpt:
"I think Zaphod's arguing with himself again over which head gets to peep through the keyhole," Fenchurch muttered, deciding solidarity in the face of idiocy was probably better than arguing about whose boyfriend was more useless.
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The Cinder-Fellow (OMC/OMC | G | 11,171 words): This is a wonderful retelling of the Cinderella story with a male Cinderella named Allen. It's sweet and romantic with a dash of light-hearted whimsy that just makes it a joy to read. It's also a crossover with Mercedes Lackey's Five Hundred Kingdoms, but I was able to read and understand the story just fine without any knowledge of the Five Hundred Kingdoms series. (Probably if you are familiar with that series though, it will make this story even more delightful.)

Excerpt:
The Ella Cinders looked critically at herself in the mirror, and Elena looked critically at her. Under the smudges, which the girl was dabbing at with her moistened sleeves, she was – not exactly beautiful. By no means was she ugly, of course – the Tradition would not have an ugly Ella Cinders – but her nose was a bit sharp, her cheekbones a bit prominent, her chin a bit strong for what was considered beauty anywhere in the Five Hundred Kingdoms.

Then the girl went over to the hedges at the side of the yard, lifted her skirts, and....

"Oh, dear," said Godmother Elena.

"Exactly," said Randolf, returning to the mirror. "As I said, we have a problem."

"You're certainly right about that," murmured Elena. No wonder the Tradition was all riled up! How had Godmother Bella missed this essential fact about this Ella Cinders? And what was she supposed to do with a...with a Cinder-Fellow?
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The King of the Cosmos (King of the Cosmos, Prince | G | 354 words): A sestina from the King of the Cosmos. Katamari poetry! Complex Katamari poetry that reads effortlessly and sounds just like the King, even! It's really brilliant.

Excerpt:
Bonjour, bonjour, Our most hardworking son,
As they say in France, whence We
Have lately come. C'est bon. We hope that you
Can visit it today, a side trip as you roll.
As though that's possible; oh, well. Make Us a star!
Roll Us up a katamari full of things.
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Past Imperfect (Arthur/Merlin | NC17 | 2,310): Something's wrong when Merlin wakes up, but he's the only one who's concerned. This entire fic is such a sweet delight from start to finish, with Merlin's confusion and the easy relationship between Merlin and Arthur and their shared history that's hinted at and, oh, just everything else.

Excerpt:
Arthur opened his eyes to find Merlin staring at him.

"Something is very, very wrong here," Merlin said in a hushed tone.

"I'll say," Arthur grumbled. "You're on my pillow." And then he unceremoniously shoved Merlin out of bed onto the floor, and Merlin yelped and there was some associated racket, but Arthur just pulled the covers over his head and went back to sleep.
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Augement (Miles O'Brien, Julian Bashir | G | 168 words): O'Brien doesn't really get what being augmented means until he can see it. This packs a nice little punch in its few words about Bashir's life.

Excerpt:
It was the day that O'Brien came to understand what 'genetically enhanced augment' really meant.

Not the abstract. Not the 'idea' of what an augment was, or could be, but the reality.
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Let Me Hear Your Balalaikas Ringing Out (Miko Kusanagi, Radek Zelenka | G | 1,440 words): Miko has a temper. This is a great little look at two minor characters and who they are beyond their work.

Excerpt:
Miko was barefoot, in a pair of soft leggings and a dark red tunic. It looked Athosian-made, and he wondered who she had traded for it. But what really caught his attention was her hair, which streamed over her shoulders like a dark wave. He had never seen her with her hair loose before. Always, in the labs, it was pulled back from her face; tightly contained, just like her temper.
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Open House (Addams family, Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape | PG13 | 1,967 words): The Addams visit Hogwarts to see if it'd be a suitable school for Wednesday and Pugsley. Oh, the hilarious crack! This is funny and the perfect length so that it doesn't overstay its welcome.

Excerpt:
"Leaving a kid's entire educational future up to the whim of a talking hat--brilliant, old man!" he muttered gleefully.

McGonagall set the Sorting Hat on the fuzzy scalp of the boy. The Hat's point shot straight up into the air, and the old brim quivered. In a low, strangled voice the Sorting Hat cried out—

"—Azkaban!"

The tall, dark woman gently clutched the man's arm and murmured throatily, "Oh Gomez!"

"Chip off the old block, Tish!"
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Being Yamanaka Ino (Ino | PG13 | 1,000 words): Ten drabbles about the rules Ino has for herself. Just a short, neat look at Ino and who she really is beyond the person that everyone sees.

Excerpt:
Indeed, there are rules, very strict rules, to being Yamanaka Ino.

She made them up herself.
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Nigiri She Said (Nase, Akari | G | 504 words): Nase meets Akari. This is such a cute first meeting! Akari especially shines, even given her few lines.

Excerpt:
There’s a girl in a high school uniform tagging along after Shindou as he crosses the Ki-in foyer; a slim girl with bright eyes and gallons of hair. She’s talking to him but he seems to be more or less ignoring her. Nase wonders who she is, a friend or a fangirl.
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The Waiting Room (Buffy-Death | PG | 1,617 words): Buffy meets Death. There are a lot of stories out there where a character meets Death (either the Sandman version as here or the Discworld one) and they run the emotional gamut. This particular one is on the bittersweet end of the scale because Buffy's still got some fantastic and some terrible things ahead of her. But it's comforting in a way, despite knowing what's coming, because at least Buffy has someone friendly on the other side of it all.

Excerpt:
"Hey," [Buffy] says to the girl sitting next to her.

"Hey," says the girl, and smiles. But she doesn't say anything else; she just sits there, staring at Buffy without a hint of rudeness.

"We're dead, right?" Buffy asks, surprised at how calm she is.

"You are," the girl replies. "For me, it's a little more complicated."
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Whisper Your Name Into the Sky (Ben Grimm-Matt Murdock | PG13 | 3,537 words): A look at how Ben and Matt might be friends. And it's a really neat, insightful look with Ben's insecurities and Matt's unique perception of Ben. I wouldn't immediately have thought they could be close friends, but this fic deftly shows how they can relate to each other.

Excerpt:
Matt sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. There was not enough beer in the bar to make this seem like a good idea. Very possibly, not enough beer in the world. "Just to get this straight, you're asking me to feel you--because I'm blind--to see if you feel more attractive than you look. Because you think I know how you look. And you think your blind girlfriend will care."

"You got a problem with that?" Ben asked. "It's not like it's hard."

Matt spread his hands. "Just wanted to make sure we're on the same page." His lips quirked. "The same weird, vaguely inappropriate, apparently Braille page, at that."

"Would you quit bustin' my nuts? This is important," Ben said, softer, lower. Hurt. "Wouldn't've asked if it wasn't."
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Alpha (Napoleon/Illya | G | 4,046 words): Napoleon and Illya only have one more class to complete before they can become UNCLE agents. If you've ever wondered why heroes snark at the bad guys while fighting or while captured, then this is for you. This is alternately crackily hilarious with Napoleon and Illya insulting each other for class and rather sweet with them coming to understand one another.

Excerpt:
"But it is not enough," Roman went on, "that you be able to fight, kill, improvise and withstand torture. You must also maintain the high standards of UNCLE's scorn for the criminal element, at all times. A sense of humour is essential. A quick mind likewise. Taunting your enemies mercilessly, enduring whatever punishment they throw at you, is a useful gambit. Provoking them into making a mistake is as much a part of your arsenal as your Special is."

Akilimale patted his sidearm comfortably. Roman recalled that the young man had the best record of anyone, to date, on the firing range. He made a note to keep an eye on him, make sure he wasn't too reliant on his weapon.

"So I am going to pair you off," he said, "and evaluate just how irritating you can be to each other. You will be evaluated on the strengths of your wit, your repartee, and how cleverly you use language." He fixed his glower on Grant and added, "Points will be deducted for out-and-out crudeness."
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Inconsistencies (Saul | G | 304 words): Tackles the problem of Saul's (non-)canonical wife. This is fascinating. I love things that try to reconcile the discrepencies in Stout's writing, whether that be in a meta way like this or not. I feel a little sad for this Saul, who's clearly missing something even though he doesn't know what it is.

Excerpt:
Lives don't always run in straight lines. Sometimes they double back on themselves, or break and start again elsewhere. Sometimes their paths are so complex that not even New York's finest operative can follow them.
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Between the Lines (Wolfe/Archie | NC17 | 2,879 words): After Archie publishes his first account of Wolfe's cases, things are strained between him and Wolfe. There's something really fun about seeing scenes that might have happened but are set outside the boundaries of the canon.

Excerpt:
You would think, with all the fuss, that the fat genius would have something to say about it but after six weeks he still hadn't given any indication that he had heard of it, much less read it. Since I had made a point of leaving a copy on his desk the day it was printed, this act was not very convincing. I didn't understand his silence and you could even say it stung a little. For some reason I had expected Wolfe to be pleased but if he was determined to withhold his opinion then I was equally determined not to let on that I cared.
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Knowing (Heero/Duo | R | 16,913 words): Heero and Duo join the Preventers after the war, but they're not exactly made welcome. I wish I could find more Gundam Wing fic like this: well-paced, tightly written, and emotionally real with a wonderfully done Duo voice. And not a whiff of fangirl Japanese in sight, thank goodness. I like this future for Heero and Duo. The evolution of their friendship into a relationship just works for me.

Excerpt:
By the time Heero prodded the fourth prisoner - the one with the shattered hand - over to my position, I'd managed to wrestle my temper back under control. This was neither the time nor the place to be discussing the seamier side of internal Preventer politics, personality conflicts, and power struggles. "Dispatch said in fifteen," I said shortly.

Heero scowled, "Chopper or shuttle, then, unless they were enroute."

"Chopper or shuttle," I agreed. It was impossible to make it from HQ to here in less than an hour by car, even under ideal conditions and with a damn good driver.

Heero's scowl darkened at the implications. I inclined my head slightly, my jaw tight with tension. Being on our own during the war had been one thing; being unable to count on backup now was something else entirely. Now, we were supposed to take prisoners, not shoot to kill. During the war, we'd have just blown the damn shuttle full of weapons and been done with the whole mess. Hell, we'd have blown the fucking *hangar*, not screwed around trying to get the assholes to surrender or to at least manage to take them alive.

Partners have to rely on each other. Have to trust each other. Heero and I did. Unconditionally. Our close friendship was an extension of that partnership, one that we both treasured.

But as Preventers, we should have been able to rely on other Preventers. Should have been able to trust our fellow agents on a professional level even if we weren't exactly best buds on a personal level. And we couldn't.