THE REVEREND NEEDS *YOU*!!!

[poziomeczka]

....to help a lost little lamb.

Recently, we have welcomed a beautiful addition into our Church and fandom. Her name is anais_ninja and if her username is not a reason enough to love her (it totally is for me, cause I am amused and pleased by such witticisms) then her sweetness and fervour for out MOST sinful cause is definitely an overflowing, brimming honey-pot of love. She has been dutifully linked to the ninth_eagle's post with all the must-reads but I'd like you, flock, to list her your absolute favourites. Not necessarily the must-reads you think every newbie should read, cause I am sure ninth_eagle will take care of that, but all those fics you find yourself reading and re-reading again or plan on re-reading once uni stops kicking your arse (it might just be me though). Whether they're are guilty-pleasures, epics or just short ficlets that make you smile slap them on here for the lovely lassie to consider!



The Persistence of Memory by savvierthanu NC-17. Marcus/Esca

"“Am I simple?” Marcus looks horrified so he amends the question. “I mean, was I simple?”

That seems to help because Marcus reaches out and pushes his hair back, careful of the injury, his thick fingers combing along his scalp. “No, Esca, no. Of course not. Why would you ask that?” Esca is his name. Marcus uses it often."

I have never been one for amnesia!fics but this, this is definitely my guilty-pleasure fic, and I think I must have re-read it a stupid amount of times. It's just something about those boys having their *repression* wiped off and their *EMOSHUNS* laid bare that calls out to me. IN A SIREN SONG.

Neither hatred nor surrender by elzed NC-17. Marcus/Esca

"Except this time there are no loosely tied breeches to impede his view of Esca’s arse, or when he turns around, his half-hard cock nestled in a thatch of dark blond curls, twitching as Esca rubs himself down with sand to get rid of the blood and dirt of the hunt. Marcus has spent his life sharing baths with men – catching others’ not-so-subtle glances at his own muscled body, sometimes retuning the looks. Nothing has prepared him for the sheer erotic charge of watching his slave clean himself in a stream. "


Another absolute, unabashed guilty-pleasure (I guess the unabashedness cancels out the guilt but whatever), voyeur!Marcus is always relevant to my interests. Delicious little side-dish of het too. All my favourite things, it's a masterpiece of a PWP.

Salt and Sun and a Place Called Home by planejane NC-17 (cause let's be honest, that rating always gets my attention)

"Esca splutters and thrashes as Marcus lifts him up. “Got you!” He wraps his arms around Esca’s waist and steals a wet, salty kiss.

After that it’s a contest to see who can throw the other under the next wave, place a crown of seaweed on the other’s head, stay under the longest. They roll in and out of the waves in reckless abandon, like stones tossed and tumbled down a mountain river, until they’re breathless. Afterwards, they bob like driftwood on their backs, squinting up at the sky, colliding every now and again as the current takes them where it will."

I Sing by sineala NC-17. Marcus/Esca

"Oh, the Romans had poetry, Esca was sure of that. He had occasionally heard the elder Aquila discussing it with friends over dinner. The greatest songs, the ones they liked most, were grand tales of gods and wars; they had them in Greek and Latin, but from what Esca had gleaned, they were proudest of the Latin one, the Aeneid. From the bits they had recited, it sounded magificent indeed, full of battles and stirring speeches."

AND A MOTHERFLIPPING PODFIC OF AWESOME READ IN THE MOST ORGASMIC ACCENT OF ALL THAT YOU CAN FIND here read by jaxie12 (*wink wink*)

It's hot okay?

No More Mine Than Yours by lolafeist NC-17. Esca/Marcus/Cottia. I'm going to do a separate wee post for OT3 one day but this needed to be here. CAUSE UHM. I RE-READ IT A LOT.

"“I know you do it,” she said, eyes flashing stubbornly, a sternness in her jaw. “I’ve seen you do it.”

At that, Marcus sputtered slightly."


GUH. STILL ON OF THE HOTTEST PIECES OF PORN EVER. AND COTTIA'S FANTASTIC HERE.

See the Mountains, Kiss High Heaven by rufflefeather R. Marcus/Esca and an OC (not in a romantic equation here)

"“I know,” he tells his former master. “Old habits, I suppose.”"

I have insane love for this fic, I actually cried the first time I read this and I hardly ever cry (because of anything really, I'm Scottish, I punch instead). This ladeyy could write a phone book and I'd read it. I'd read the shit out of it.

Let Me Take You by raining_lotus NC-17, Marcus/Esca

"There is a strange fog in his mind, making the world seem hazy and unreal, but even then all he wishes is for the last few hours, or days, or weeks to disappear entirely, to never have happened."

IT'S A SPERMPIRE (YES YOU HAVE HEAR RIGHT) FIC THAT HAS NO RIGHT TO BE AS GOOD AS IT IS

My kindly and most gracious master by subterrain NC-17, Esca/Placidus (some heavy dub-con)

"Five days north of Ravenna, Placidus eyes the dark forest around the evening's camp and declares that he does not like the look of it and that he will require a man to guard his tent."

I ALWAYS WANT *ALL* THE PLACIDUS, EVERYWHERE, EVERYTHING I WILL READ IT. I WILL SWOON AND I WILL LOVE. AND THIS. THIS IS JUST WONDERFUL. EVERYTHING ABOUT IT IS SO FINELY CRAFTED THAT IT FEELS LIKE AN HONOUR (THE *PROPERLY* SPELLED ONE).

Ten Thousand Paces by destina

"If Esca shifted closer on those nights, and if their arms touched as they sat by the fire seeing to their tasks, Marcus pretended not to notice. He tried not to examine too closely the strange sense of longing in his heart. Best not to dwell on things that could not be easily managed, where Esca was concerned; Esca's happiness was more important than any errant desires Marcus harbored. He tucked them away, content to be with Esca, the world before them for the taking. "

Losing and Winning by demon_rum (I always feel like introducing her as 'that lassie that wrote me tentacle porn'). PG-13 (but relevant to interests!), stunning H/C and hinted Marcus/Esca.

"Most masters understand this. Most try to give their slaves a little privacy. Most don't ask personal questions or show overmuch interest in the individual behind the hands.

Marcus, who is clearly not one of those masters, won't stop asking Esca if he's coming down with something. Damn it."

I Wrote Your Name For All to See by sineala, NC-17, Marcus/Esca.

"It's as if he'd asked him a completely normal question. As if he'd said let's spar or would you like to go hunting tomorrow. For in fact what came out of his mouth was I want you to use me, Esca, as a master might use a slave. Use me roughly, and speak thus, and pretend you were truly my master."

It's the first fic I've ever read in this fandom and like with first love. It's still my favourite.

CONGREGATION, THE BALL IS IN YOUR COURT

now excuse me I have to go sleep and then get up at retarded o'clock to get my hair done.