Pirates of the Caribbean: Debauchery by Ladybee

Debauchery (Will-Jack | R | 9,115 words) is a modern AU set mostly in a fetish club. The story is richly detailed and makes accessible what is, to me, an extremely foreign subculture. The really amazing thing is how much the characters have stayed themselves here. And, even more amazing than that, their past hasn't strayed too much from the movie.

Excerpt:
Will turned his paper over and began a second sketch. This one was a simpler character study of the chessplayer riding a giant replica of the white knight, mapped out at first in a scattering of ovals and angles, details then rapidly appearing amid a flurry of bloody crosshatches. A sharp angle of cheek, locks blown aloft at the rearing of the horse. Just a final bit of shading, and...

"Checkmate," said a husky voice. Will jumped. The chessplayer fell clumsily into the chair opposite him but then arranged his limbs carefully, as cats do. Their eyes met long enough for Will to feel uncomfortable, but the man shifted his gaze intently upon the gradebook-paper portraits.

"I like 'em. Yer lines are very vital. Alive." His eyes blinked once, slowly.

"I'm...I didn't mean to..." Will was mortified. "I should have asked first if I could draw you. I'm sorry."

Will pushed the inkpen with his forefinger so that it rolled away toward the table edge spanning the distance between himself and the chessplayer. The man stopped it with the barrier of his caged fingers, then rolled it slowly back towards Will with the flat of his palm. The gesture was strangely electric.

"'I'm sorry...'" the man sang, then cocked his head to the side and asked, "What do they call you?"

"Will," he whispered. He knew he was blushing because his face felt fevered. He stared at the black semicircle of espresso in his saucer, still feeling cloddish, rude.

The man reached out and tipped Will's chin up. "Don't be embarrassed. Yer a talented artist. I'm flattered." His dirty hand smelled of tobacco, polished wood, stringy adhesive, and salty musk. Only later would Will consider how strange the gesture had been, for this street creature to have reached out and touched his face at this point in their acquaintance. "Are you going to keep these pictures?"

Pirates of the Caribbean: The Merits of Cheap Brandy by Carmarthen

The Merits of Cheap Brandy (Norrington/Gillette | PG13 | 1,347 words) has Norrington drowning his sorrows and Gillette joining him. I like Norrington, and this is cute.

Excerpt:
"Brandy, Lieutenant?" Norrington's tone was dry as he held out a second glass to Gillette.

"Thank you, sir," Gillette murmured, taking the glass awkwardly. Norrington's fingers brushed against his, warm and smooth, and it took all his wits not to start nervously.

Gillette took an experimental sip and frowned, then picked up the brandy bottle and made a face at the label. "Don't you have anything better than this?" he asked, then realised that it was terribly rude to question his commanding officer's taste in brandy.

Xover (Lord of the Rings/Monty Python): Monty Python's Quest to Get Rid of The Ring by James

Monty Python's Quest for to Get Rid of the The Holy Grail The Ring (ensemble | G | 195 words) is highly condensed humor. Pretty much every sentence contains a joke of some sort.

Excerpt:
100 years before Deagol finds the Ring, it tried to return to its Master, Sauron.

Unwisely, however, it chose Sir Robin of King Arthur's Court.

Good Omens: East of Eden by Shati

East of Eden (Cain-Abel, Crowley-Aziraphale | PG13 | 3,009 words) is the story of Cain and Abel with Crawly and Aziraphale as the boys' uncles. It's humorous in the beginning and gets tragic as the story progresses. This has a Crowley and Azirapahle I can believe in.

Excerpt:
Aziraphale was humming cheerfully as he stirred a pot of something foul-smelling over a fire. "Oh, Cain," he said as the child entered. "Come in, dear boy. Your supper's almost ready."

"I gotta naminal," the boy announced. "Look." He lifted Crawly proudly, and the demon was sure that his scales reddened. "He's cute, but he's kinda dumb." Crawly hissed.

The angel turned around, smiling, and froze the instant his eyes landed on the serpent. "Cain!" he squeaked. "Put that down right now. Very carefully."

"Don't wanna." Cain's lower lip quivered ominously.

"My dear," said Aziraphale, in a reasonable tone, "please put the snake down, or Uncle Aziraphale shall be very upset." He reached behind him and seized a long stick of wood from the fire. It sparked and glittered with flames. "Now, Cain . . ."

"Hardly a flaming sword, that," said Crawly. The angel gave him a sharp look, and glanced back at the child.