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The Practical Applications of Linguistics (Methos | G | 726 words): Methos faces the White Council. Really now, is there a fandom that can't be improved by adding a snarky Methos to it?

Excerpt:
The Merlin was doing his usual make-it-pompous-and-flourishy-just-for-Dresden routine, really getting into the spirit of things while muggins here fumbled along muttering under my breath and wishing grumpily for a Latin dictionary, when Matthews suddenly muttered something that sounded a lot like "Sod this for a lark", and stood up abruptly.

Angel of Death (Aziraphale/Methos | G | 388 words) is Aziraphale meeting Methos during the time Methos called himself Death. Very, very funny. Aziraphale's not quite as mellow as he is in Good Omens, which makes sense.

Excerpt:
"I am Death," said Methos.

Aziraphale discreetly tried to move upwind.

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Bibliophily (Aziraphale/Methos | PG | 1,476 words) is, ooh, Aziraphale and Methos. Making a deal. They really are an intriguing mix. The story's short and absolutely delicious.

Excerpt:
"You great, bloody, thieving excuse for a Principality!" Methos said. "What, 'thou shalt not steal' doesn't apply to you?"

Aziraphale sniffed. Had he been wearing his feathers, they would have been ruffled. "One doesn't need to steal what one finds abandoned."***

"All right, fine," Methos said, abruptly switching gears from threats to bribery, "I'll make it worth your while."

*** Put simply: finders, keepers. The 'neener' is implied.

Unbound (Methos-Yuriko | R | 1,766 words) mixes Highlander and X-Men 2 in a way that works surprisingly well. It's a fix-it story in some ways, and it ends at just the right place to tickle my imagination about what Methos and Yuriko do afterwards. Plus there are some good insights, which I'm a sucker for.

Excerpt:
And there are a million questions in his mind, each stupider than the last. Each saying more, too much more about himself than he feels comfortable with right now. He tries a small one. "Weren't you... less metal-intensive before?"

She narrows her eyes and looks down at herself. There's a rip in her uniform just to the left of her navel, and her claws scratch and scream together against the sound of the wind. When she looks up again, her eyes are blank. "An accident. Perhaps... perhaps a necessary accident, but not one I'm likely to forgive, just the same." She cocks her head. "And you? What sort of mutant are you?"

Lessons in Futility (Duncan/Methos | NC17 | 2,922 words) is a parody of Highlander fanfic cliches. And boy, is it ever funny. If you don't laugh, there's something wrong with you.

Excerpt:
He had never been attracted to a man before, but Methos.... Methos was different. Methos. The mention of his name was enough to stiffen Duncan out like a board. His alabaster skin. His vulnerable neck. His vulnerable, luminescent neck. Of ivory. His vulnerable, luminescent ivory neck. His vulnerable, luminescent, swan-like, ivory neck. Without the feathers. He wondered what it would be like to make love to Methos. He and his weeping cock were lost, lost in the fantasy. And in traffic. God, he was bored.

And:
Methos lay on the kingsized bed, mesmerized, silently awed by the magnificence of that godlike body. This was it. His every fantasy, his dream, his jerk off story about to come true......

Shit. The fantasy is always better than the reality, The Ancient One mused, as he wiped up.

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Xover (Dresden Files/Highlander): The Practical Applications of Linguistics by icarus_chained

Xover (Good Omens/Highlander): Angel of Death by afrai

Xover (Good Omens/Highlander): Bibliophily by Shrift

Xover (Highlander/X-Men): Unbound by Te

Highlander: Lessons in Futility by elynross and Luminosity