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Fic: Quiet Observation

Title: Quiet Observation

Summary: He finds memories of the past follow him everywhere.

Fandom: Spartacus Vengeance 

Characters: Oenomaus, Naevia, Nasir, Agron, Crixus

Ship: Nasir/Agron

Disclaimer: I do not own this amazing show or its characters. I am just a poor college student who gets a lot of enjoyment from watching this show.

AN: Written for this prompt: Oenomaus can't help but make comparisons between Agron/Nasir and Barca/Pietros. He hopes their story as a happier ending in the Nasir/Agron LJ community.  I hope you enjoy.

AN 2: Spoilers for the season all around. Unbeta’d for now. 

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Fanfic-Worth Fighting For

Title: Worth Fighting For
Fandom: Spartacus Vengeance 
Characters: Agron, Nasir
Ship: Agron/Nasir 
Rating: PG-15

Summary: He's beginning to learn that there are some things worth fighting for. 

AN: There is so little Nagron fiction out there right now and how can you not love the two of them? So this is what my brain does.

Warning: Slash ahead. Un-Beta'd and slight spoilers for Episode 5 of Vengeance. 

I hope you enjoy it

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Suits BigBang Fic-Of Fate and Choice 6/6

Title: Of Fate and Choice
Fandom: Suits, X-Men, X-Men: First Class
Notes: The final post for my Suits BigBang! Challenge fic. Thanks for sticking with it lovelies.

AN 2: The BIGGEST thank you to my lovely beta’s biodarkness and angel. biodarkness I have no idea how you did it so fast. Angel for being my constant sounding board and cheerleader and just one of the best friends I could ever ask for. THANK YOU.

Once again:
The fabulous art for this story: 
Book cover done by Firefox1490 can be found here:
Fanmix done by vertrauen and can be found here:
Cover for the fanmix can be found here:

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Suits BigBang Fic-Of Fate and Choice 4/6

Title: Of Fate and Choice
Fandom: Suits, X-Men, X-Men: First Class
Notes: The Fourth Part of my Suits BigBang. Only two more to go after this folks. 

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Suits BigBang Fic-Of Fate and Choice 3/6

Title: Of Fate and Choice
Fandom: Suits, X-Men, X-Men: First Class
Notes: Once more, this thing was too big, so onto part 3

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Suits BigBang Fic-Of Fate and Choice 2/6

Title: Of Fate and Choice
Fandom: Suits, X-Men, X-Men: First Class
Notes:  My Suits Big Bang was honestly too big for just one post so this is going to be split up into six different parts my dears.

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Suits BigBang Fic-Of Fate and Choice 1/6

Title: Of Fate and Choice
Fandom: Suits, X-Men, X-Men: First Class
Characters: Mike Ross, Harvey Specter, Charles Xavier, Erik Lensherr, Donna, Louis Litt, Kyle Durant, Bobby Drake, Kitty Pride, Rogue, Piotr Rasputin, Raven Darkholme/Mystique, Storm, Logan, Emma Frost, Hank McCoy, Alex Summers, Sean Cassidy, Original Characters
Pairings: Charles Xavier/Erik Lensherr, Harvey Specter/Mike Ross(if you squint)

Word Count: 38,809
Rating: PG-15
Warnings: Slash, Violence, Language
Summary: There’s a fine line between fate and choice.
Notes: This is a crossover fic between Suits and XMFC. Before Cuba, before the divorce-Charles and Erik are thrown into the future by one of the kids they’re trying to recruit on their roadtrip. They land in Manhattan near Pearson and Hardman where Mike is assaulted by their memories and is called to action to help save the world.
AN: In the X-Men comic-verse Emma Frost starts out as a member of the Hellfire club but eventually joins the X-Men, later forming her own school for mutants. For purposes of this story that element will be brought from the comic-verse. Anything else is straight from the X-Men movies. 

There is also fabulous art for this story: 
Book cover done by Firefox1490 can be found here:
Fanmix done by vertrauen and can be found here:
Cover for the fanmix can be found here:

Disclaimer: I own nothing!

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Fanfic- A Breath of Fresh Air

Title: A Breath of Fresh Air
Fandom: Suits
Characters: Mike, Jenny
Ship: Mike/Jenny
Rating: PG-13
Summary: He was tired of denying himself what he wanted and kissing her was like breathing life into his tired body.
AN: No clue what brought this on other than the fact that I enjoy Jenny and Mike together. They're kind of all kinds of adorable in my opinion.


Never date and/or sleep with your best friend’s girl, even if they’re no longer together.

It’s a cardinal rule of friendship. One that men have been sticking to for ages because it’s a proven fact that when it’s broken it leads to fists and blood and broken bones and friendships.

It’s something that flashed through his mind in the quiet of the room, with the shift of the body curled against his, with the feel of her warm breath against his skin. Jenny had fallen asleep a little while ago and Mike wished he could follow suit because he was happy, warm, and content. He felt like he was doing the right thing for the first time all day.

Jenny felt right. He’d wanted her for as long as he could remember, had always wondered why she was with someone like Trevor. Mike had been his best friend but even he would admit that Trevor was a douchebag on the best of days. He had always thought that someone as sweet as Jenny deserved a hell of a lot better than what Trevor could offer.

But was he really any better?

Maybe. Maybe not. He could be a dick at times. He had certainly been a dick to her but she’d forgiven him tonight. She’d let him into her home and let him explain and now she was going to help him when he needed it the most. And she didn’t think he was horrible for living the lie that he was. She was just there to listen and understand and be there in ways that Harvey wasn’t.

Mike would forever be grateful to Harvey for the chance he’d given him. He’d be grateful for the help and the occasional guidance. He enjoyed their snarky banter and the fact that he was finally ‘friends’ with someone who called him out on his bullshit in ways that Trevor never had. But as far as friends went Harvey had a long way to go and hell of a lot of faith that they weren’t going to get caught.

Mike wished he could be that carefree and confident but it was always a thought in the back of his head. One day it was going to come back to bite him in the ass and there were days when those thoughts threatened to overwhelm him and there was no one he could talk to.

He had someone now. He had Jenny and her understanding smile and her bright eyes. He had her laugh, he had her.

He was happy in this darkened room with her head on his chest as his hands drew patterns on the skin of her back. He could breathe here. He hadn’t been able to breathe in such a long time.  

But he’d still broken that cardinal rule. He’d still slept with his best friend’s ex-girlfriend.

Trevor may not be here anymore and Mike may not be associating with him because as much as he hated to admit it, Harvey and his Gram were right, Trevor was an anchor. He’d screwed Mike over more times than he cared to count and he was out of his life now. 

But the fact remained that Trevor would always be his best friend. He would always be the guy that defended Mike in middle school, always be the guy that held Mike for days after his parents died, he’d always be the guy that helped him when money got too tight without expecting anything in return. Trevor would always have those things attached to him and Mike would never be able to forget the good qualities of his friend.

But the bad ones severely outweighed the good and Mike couldn’t defend him anymore. He didn’t want to and that hurt.
But he’d still slept with Jenny, wanted to continue to see Jenny, to be like this with her. He wanted to be able to breathe and give himself a chance to be happy. He wanted to give her a chance to be happy because he knew that being involved with Trevor hadn’t been easy on her.

“Why are you up?”

Mike glanced down to find Jenny’s eyes open and trained on his face. He smiled when she did.

“Just thinking.”

“About what?” she asked as she propped her head up on his chest. Mike let his hand wander up to play with the ends of her hair.

“Just that…I’d really like to see you again,” he told her, Jenny brightened.


Yes he’d broken a cardinal rule of the man code but Mike couldn’t bring himself to care right now. He’d denied himself of too much for too long and he deserved some shred of happiness.

“Yeah,” he smiled. “Not saying that it’s going to be easy but…if you’re interested.”

“I’m interested,” Jenny told him as she pulled herself up and smiled.

“Yeah?” he repeated her earlier question as Jenny laughed and pressed her lips to his.

Kissing her was like breathing new life into his already tired body. The way her lips met his, the way his hands tangled into her blonde hair, the way she sighed into his mouth when they rolled over. It was all a tangle of limbs and laughter and utterly perfect. It was like nothing else mattered but them in this moment.

Mike wouldn’t have it any other way.

Fanfic-Body Heat

Title: Body Heat
Fandom: Suits
Characters: Harvey, Mike
Ship: Harvey/Mike
Rating: PG-13ish
Summary: He never pegged Harvey Specter to be a cuddler…
AN: Inspired by this prompt on the kink meme: Essentially what the subject line says. I want a sleepy, cuddly, clingy Harvey.
Hope this is what the OP had in mind!


He awakened by degrees. The first thing he noticed was the pale morning light that filtered into the room to accompany the last of the moons waning silver streaks. It was almost like the two forces were trying to tell him that it was entirely too early for him to be awake. The second thing he noticed was the crick in his neck. The third thing was that he was incredibly hot. It’s that last thing, more than anything else, which forced him to stay awake and scan the room as his eyes adjusted to what little natural light was available.

It is this awareness and the fact that he was surrounded by glass walls and a view that doesn’t belong in his crappy apartment that allow his brain to catch up with the rest of his body and remember the events of the previous night. He had been forced to stay late at the office to finish something that Louis had stuck him with last minute. He had been so tired and bleary eyed when he’d left that he had decided to come to Harvey’s condo instead of his own apartment because it was closer to the office with his bike.

He had used the spare key Donna had slipped him three weeks ago, on the four month anniversary of whatever he and Harvey had been doing with a note that told him to ‘use it wisely or I use my black belt on you’. Mike had never had cause to use the key because whenever he and Harvey came here it was together and whenever they left, Harvey made him leave first to avoid suspicion and weird glances.

It wasn’t a relationship. It was…well Mike really didn’t know what the hell it was. They spent most of their time together, in and outside of work, he spent most of his nights here, but they were still….it was still undefined and strange but last night he hadn’t been trying to figure it out. All he had wanted was to eat the leftover pizza they had ordered three nights ago, drink Harvey’s expensive beer, and see if he could beg his way into Harvey’s ridiculously expensive and comfortable bed without having to get naked first. Because despite loving sex with Harvey, and really sex with Harvey was fucking amazing, pun intended, Mike had been too tired to even think about getting it up, much less being able to keep up with Harvey Specter the sex god. (And he really was.)

As Mike looked around he realized that he had accomplished two of his goals from last night. He had had that pizza, and that beer, the evidence was lying on the coffee table before him but he had also never made it off of Harvey’s equally ridiculously expensive, spacy, and comfortable couch. The crick in his neck had come from falling asleep at an awkward angle. But it did nothing to explain the heat or the weight that he felt against his body.

Mike glanced down and he was more than a little surprised to find that Harvey Specter had somehow managed to press himself against Mike’s body. Harvey had his head lying against Mike’s chest, an ear right above Mike’s heart with another arm protectively thrown around his chest, fast asleep. He wondered how he hadn’t noticed the addition to his personal space in the middle of the night, he wondered how long Harvey had been here, and he wondered why Harvey had subjected himself to the couch. As nice as it was, his bed was better and bigger, the two would often spread out on the nights Mike chose to stay.

But here Harvey was, clinging to Mike like he was skinny teddy bear. He glanced down to find that in addition to having Harvey, he had also been undressed to his boxers, and a very comfy fleece blanket had been thrown over the both of them. Huh. That hadn’t been here last night. So Harvey had not only come out here to sleep with him, he had made sure that Mike was comfortable as well.

Harvey only worried about Mike’s comfort if it involved getting him ready for deliciously dirty and delectable things on the other side of the condo. Mike didn’t know what to think about this except that he felt nice right now with Harvey pressed against him, his long sleeved Henley against Mike’s bare skin, hair a mess, but relaxed and at peace in ways that Mike never saw unless they were in the afterglow. But even this was different, this was, it was something that was for sure and Mike liked this, even if he was really confused. He and Harvey never did things like this. They always sat on opposite ends of the couch, always slept on opposite sides of the bed; they were never plastered together like this. They never cuddled even if Mike would sometimes like to indulge in it. He’d always assumed that Harvey wasn’t one for the emotional things like that.

“Stop thinking. I can feel you doing it from here.”

Mike nearly jumped off of the couch when Harvey’s voice cut into the air. It was mumbled and Mike shivered when he felt Harvey’s breath lingering against the skin of his chest.

“What are you a mind-reader now?”

“It’s too goddamn early for this,” Harvey grumbled and if at all possible he burrowed further against Mike than before. Mike adjusted to the movement by burrowing further into the couch and blanket they were wrapped up in. “Go back to sleep,” Harvey opened his eyes, still drowsy, mouth formed into a frown.

“Why are you out here on the couch with me?”

“I found you out here,” Harvey yawned and Mike found it kind of endearing.

“So you undressed me, got me a blanket, and then decided to stay out here with me?” Mike asked, thoroughly amused and maybe just a little bit touched that Harvey Specter had gone to that much trouble for him.

“You looked cold,” Harvey muttered before he leaned in buried his head against Mike’s neck and puffed out a breath. “Can’t have a sick associate. I’d have to do all my leg work. I had to warm you up somehow.”

“With your body?”

“Body heat is the best way,” Harvey grumbled. “And the bed would have been too big to do something like this.”

“I…” Mike found that he couldn’t really say anything to that, partly because he had Harvey plastered against him in every conceivable way. Partly because of the way Harvey’s hand was tracing nonsensical patterns into his chest and partly because he is warm and cozy and ready to sleep again. “So what you’re saying is…you were lonely in bed without me?”

Harvey growled and Mike felt a set of lips being pressed to his pulse point, followed by the brief sting of teeth, and the soothing motion of a tongue washing over the hurt. That’s all the answer he needs. Mike felt a swell of affection and warmth for…well whatever this was right now, not a relationship, but something, definitely something with this. He’d think on it later when he wasn’t so content, when he didn’t have Harvey right there and using him as a human pillow.

He never would have pegged Harvey for being one to cuddle or an octopus but here was living proof that Mike couldn’t deny. He could be ridiculously happy and sleepy, very sleepy all of a sudden.

“Do you want to move to your bed?” he asked. Harvey shook his head; Mike felt it more than saw it as his own eyes drifted shut.

“I’m good here rookie,” Harvey murmured. “Got everything I need.”

“Me too, and just so you know,” Mike yawned even as a smile found its way onto his face. “Cuddling totally means you care.”