Title: A Binary System
Fandom:  Avengers
Characters:  Clint Barton, Phil Coulson, Jasper Sitwell, Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Bruce Banner,
Pairing:  Clint/Coulson
Rating:  T
Author's Note:

With grateful thanks, as always, to my fabulous beta readers [livejournal.com profile] rexluscus, Ishywho and Jep.

Summary:

Clint Barton fell in madly in love with Phil Coulson the very first mission they went on together...

This way to the fic...
Title: They Say
Fandom:  Avengers
Characters:  Loki, Clint Barton, Phil Coulson
Pairing:  Clint/Coulson
Rating:  G
Warnings:  NOT A HAPPY.  Apocalypse AU, Dark, Dystopia
Author's Note:

WIth grateful thanks, as always, to my fabulous beta readers [livejournal.com profile] rexluscus, [livejournal.com profile] schemingreader and Jep.

Summary:

The fate of the world sometimes hangs on the flip of a coin, the want of a nail, or the choice of an ally.  From that point on, the timelines diverge and can, on occasion, end up in very different places.

In this 'verse, at the fateful moment, Loki didn't choose Hawkeye...

This way to the fic... )
Title:  Second Fiddles
Author: ConcertiGrossi
Fandom:  Avengers (Earth-199999, movieverse)
Characters: Phil Coulson, The Cellist, Pepper Potts, Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Nick Fury, Maria Hill, Bruce Banner
Pairing:  Phil Coulson/The Cellist
Rating:  PG-13
Disclaimer:  So very not mine, more's the pity.

Summary:

Chapter One:  In which a convention is attended, the unconventional is met, suspicions are raised and a disappointing loss turns into a significant win.

Chapter Two: In which the season starts, discoveries are made, a friend gets hurt and space is shared.

Chapter Three:  In which worries surface,  the other shoe drops, communication becomes an issue and news comes in from the West.

Chapter Four:  In which what was lost is found, preparations are made, caffeine is abused, and two people each get their heart's desire.

Chapter Five:  In which the sleeper is awakened, a journey is made, patience is exhausted and a heart stops.


This way to the fic... )
Title:  Second Fiddles
Author: ConcertiGrossi
Fandom:  Avengers (Earth-199999, movieverse)
Characters: Phil Coulson, The Cellist, Pepper Potts, Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Nick Fury, Maria Hill, Bruce Banner
Pairing:  Phil Coulson/The Cellist
Rating:  PG-13
Disclaimer:  So very not mine, more's the pity.

Summary:

Chapter One: In which a convention is attended, the unconventional is met, suspicions are raised and a disappointing loss turns into a significant win.
Chapter Two: In which the season starts, discoveries are made, a friend gets hurt and space is shared.

Chapter Three:  In which worries surface,  the other shoe drops, communication becomes an issue and news comes in from the West


This way to the fic... )
Title:  Second Fiddles
Author: ConcertiGrossi
Fandom:  Avengers (Earth-199999, movieverse)
Characters: Phil Coulson, The Cellist, Pepper Potts, Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Nick Fury, Maria Hill, Bruce Banner
Pairing:  Phil Coulson/The Cellist
Rating:  PG-13
Disclaimer:  So very not mine, more's the pity.

Summary:

Chapter One: In which a convention is attended, the unconventional is met, suspicions are raised and a disappointing loss turns into a significant win.

Chapter Two: In which the season starts, discoveries are made, a friend gets hurt and space is shared.

This way to the fic... )
Title:  Second Fiddles
Author: ConcertiGrossi
Fandom:  Avengers (Earth-1999999, movieverse)
Characters: Phil Coulson, The Cellist, Pepper Potts, Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Nick Fury, Maria Hill, Bruce Banner
Pairing:  Phil Coulson/The Cellist
Rating:  PG-13
Disclaimer:  So very not mine, more's the pity.

Summary:

In which a convention is attended, the unconventional is met, suspicions are raised and a disappointing loss turns into a significant win.


Author's Note: 

As always, I am nothing without my excellent beta-readers Rex Luscus, Jep, Ishymaria and Pink Siamese. I owe them for their sage advice, their unfailing moral support, and their willingness to put up with random bits of headcanon dropped into their inboxes at any given time. Thanks, guys, I really, really appreciate it.

The vast majority of this was written before the Blu-Ray came out, without having seen the deleted scenes and before the recent Announcement of Great Import, so I can almost guarantee bits will be Jossed. Given that this is based on a movie series based on some Marvel comic books, I will argue that all of it is 100% canon-compliant, just in a slightly different universe. :)




This way to the fic... )
Title: Pelagius Redeemed
Fandom: Avatar
Chapter: 1 of 2
Author: ConcertiGrossi
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 6707
Characters: Trudy Chacon, Norm Spellman
Summary: In which demons are faced, wounds are healed and a victory becomes the aftermath.
Warnings: Trudy lives!
Disclaimer: Sadly, Avatar does not belong to me.
Author's Note: This is the World’s Most Overdue Help_Haiti fic, but now it’s finished. Many, many thanks to [livejournal.com profile] websandwhiskers, a patroness as generous as she is patient. Thanks also to my fabulous beta-readers, [livejournal.com profile] rexluscus, [livejournal.com profile] stasia and IshyMaria, who saw me through this drawn-out process.

This way to the fic.... )

Chapter Two
All is revealed, so that I can now post the fic I wrote for [livejournal.com profile] raise_the_dead !

Title: Fading in Music
Rating:
weak PG
Pairing: Swann/OFC
Notes: Written for [livejournal.com profile] meowbooks for the [livejournal.com profile] raise_the_dead challenge, with thanks to [livejournal.com profile] rexluscus for her help. Also, you should check out, if you haven't already, the wonderful fic written for me: Telemetry, by the fabulous [personal profile] curiouslyfic.
Summary: A night when care takes a respite.



London, 1740.... )


Author's Notes:  For [livejournal.com profile] mamazano's prompt on [livejournal.com profile] raise_the_dead, for the "One More Day" challenge. The prompt was "reef."

I don't think this was what she was expecting... )


Psychopomp and Circumstance
A PotC/Sandman crossover

WITH THANKS to [livejournal.com profile] pink_siamese for the beta.

Author's Note:  In addition to Neil Gaiman's fabulous "Sandman" comic book series, I have to credit a great deal of the inspiration for this to Terry Pratchett, for his wonderful discussions of the nature of belief and manifestation in the more interesting universes.  (For those interested, they can read more in his books, particularly Small Gods and Hogfather.)

Behind the cut... )

Author's Notes:  This is a finished series of drabbles from a much larger, much more troublesome and much less completed fic dealing with James Norrington's resurrection and redemption.  These specifically deal with the trauma of returning to life.  It starts as he leaves World's End.


Feedback is greatly appreciated.


Love

            Mrs. Turner.  Completely, irrevocably Turner’s, as far as he was concerned, for even in the blackest depths of his personal nadir he would never have considered trifling with another man’s wife.  He could see the beginnings of a swell in her belly, now that he knew to look.  She was so beautiful, even – no, especially - in her breeches and coat, standing so nonchalantly with her hand on her sword.  She glowed, as breeding women do, and he knew he would never love her more than he did at that moment.  The feeling welled up inside him, overwhelmed him, and brought tears to his eyes.  It receded, after what felt like æons and, to his very great shock, he found that it took some of the strange penumbra of the other world with it.  He wondered, fleetingly, if the pain of this world was better than the numbness of the world beyond.

He wasn’t sure.

 
Smell

Singapore stank.  Not as bad as London, which you could smell for miles out to sea, but it was thickly rank nevertheless.  The odor roiled through the port, the effect of thousands of people and their animals, the smoke from their cooking, their food and the resulting effluvia.  He stared at the source of the stench and saw in it a microcosm of the whole of humanity.  People working and playing.  Eating and fucking.  Being born, living their lives, and dying.  His had been a clean sort of limbo, and he’d gotten too used the cold asepsis of a place above and past and done with all of this.  He didn’t feel ready to wade back into the filth of being alive.
    “See, here’s how this works, Commodore.  They put the pretty board down to the pretty dock, and you walk across it and off my pretty ship.  Savvy?”

Then again, it wasn’t like he had a choice.

           

Taste

The Captain had picked up some mangoes when they'd stopped at Mauritius to resupply before heading around Good Hope.  He'd had them served around the table after dinner, as the officers talked. James had taken one bite and the taste of it struck him like a punch to the gut. He'd always been partial to the fruit, and this one wasn't especially good, but the very fact of it stopped him dead in his tracks. It was a mango, Mangifera Indica, and needed a few more days to be properly ripe, but he was back into the world, and the world had mangoes in it. He'd stared at the thing for a quarter of an hour before Groves noticed, and asked if everything was all right. He shook himself out of the reverie and palmed Theo off with some lie or another, because pointing and exclaiming "Look! It's a mango!" would not have done anything for his reputation for calm, level-headed rationality.

As if the events of the past couple of months hadn't been hard enough on his sanity.

 

Sight

            They rounded Good Hope just before the Southern Hemisphere’s vernal equinox.  He was looking at the world from the edge of the map: he had his back to the unknown.  The stories of icy lands further south were just myths, though his recent experiences had given him a much greater respect for such things.  If someone now told him that Terra Australis Incognita existed, and was populated by unicorns, dragons and the descendants of Prester John, he’d have to at least consider the idea before dismissing it entirely.  He studied the African coast: Cape Point was suitably rugged and mysterious in the mists, but he could see the green of the vegetation already springing back into fecundity.  As they passed a small island, he saw penguins attempting to waddle menacingly towards the ship, ready to run this large intruder off their breeding grounds. 

He stared at the land as if he were seeing it for the first time.

 

Friendship

            Theo had saved a bottle of XO cognac that he’d picked up from God-knows-where, and brought it out the night the ship re-crossed the Equator.  He’d shared it around the wardroom, gentleman that he was, but there was still enough in the bottle for the two of them to get drunk as lords later that night, in the cabin they shared.  It was good.  They toasted their absent friends.  They toasted women of easy virtue.  They toasted women of difficult virtue.  They toasted the cognac.  And then, as sailors invariably do, they’d started telling stories to each other, remembering.  He was astoundingly fortunate to have a friend as good as Theo, he realized.  He’d saved his life, and had the favor returned.  They’d stood together in good times and bad, faced death and disgrace together, and now Theo was helping him take up his life again.  He’d been so bowled over by that revelation that he’d cut Theo off in mid-story and started telling him all about it.

And thank God he could blame it on the drink, because sharing that sort of emotion when you’re also sharing a really small cabin for at least another few weeks can lead to some really awkward moments.

 

Touch

            A bed.  Not a cot, or a bunk, or a hammock, but a proper feather bed.  Big enough for him to stretch out completely and only have his feet sticking off the bottom.  Soft enough to burrow into, the better to escape the penetrating chill of late fall in London.  Linens, clean and fresh-pressed, smelling faintly of lavender.   A new night-dress.  The sheer sensuality of all that snowy cloth against his bare skin engulfed him as much as the duvet did.  It was bliss, and he reveled in it.

Chagrin took over, as sleep began to claim him.  Good Lord.  He was waxing rhapsodic about bedclothes.  Much more of this and he really would run mad.

 

Hearing

Music.  She’d invited him to escort her to hear one of Handel’s newest pieces, “Music For the Royal Fireworks.”  There were, of course, no fireworks in Lady Welland’s salon, but the music was such that their lack was not felt.  The orchestra was truly in concert and the conductor led them with total precision and deep understanding.  The chords progressed over him with such a sublime majesty that he felt they were listening to the Music of the Spheres; that the composer had truly heard the Voice of God.  From his point of view, the concert was eternal, but lasted no more than a few seconds, so entranced was he.  O brave new world, that had such music in‘t!  He sat, transfixed, and only the quiet applause of the rest of the audience brought him out of it.

He sighed.  These fugue states were becoming less frequent, thank Heaven, but he really feared he’d have one in a situation where he couldn’t pass it off.

 

Love Redux

            She was, in so many ways, Elizabeth’s polar opposite.  She was very tall, less than a hand shorter than he, had hair the color of black ink, and curved where Elizabeth was straight.  But the two of them had the same unbowed pride and indomitable spirit that drew him so powerfully.   “Are you quite well, Admiral?  Did you forget the steps?”  whispered a voice.  He looked down into a pair of concerned eyes as green as his own.  He apologized, and tried to concentrate on the dance.  She was not his lover, but he had confidence enough to be able to add a “yet” to the end of that sentence.  His world was slowly righting itself.  The future beckoned seductively to him, treacherous jade that she was, and for the first time since he could remember, he wanted to run towards her.

He had hope.

 


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