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LJ J2 Recs: Sci-Fi Stories
List of a variety of stories, including clones, space, time travel, genetically engineered/enhanced/altered humans, cyberpunk, steampunk, androids, robots & sexbots, dragons, metahumans & mutants, and superheroes. The list hasn't been updated in several years but it's still a good resource.
supernatural  j2  jared/jensen  rps  dragons  space  index 
september 2017 by morgana
Into the Black, by ephermeralk
This is either dragons in space, or human/dragon hybrids in space. Either way, I enjoyed it.

Summary: “After 18 years aboard a spaceship that he calls home, Jared’s sure of three things: candy should be hoarded, breathing takes effort, and the love of his life Jensen Ackles doesn’t like him. These simple facts of life don’t seem to change, even after Jared finds out he’s Jensen’s mate.”

{‘ Shit. It’s the third time in underneath an hour that Jared’s had a near miss.

Jared thinks he’s got off easy until Jensen’s voice filters back through the radio saying, “I’m going to need you get your head out of your ass and concentrate, Romeo-3, do you think you can handle that for one goddam hour?”

“Course changed, Arach-1. Over and Out.”

Jared clicks off before he can hear Jensen’s dissatisfied grunt in the background. His skin’s starting to really itch, and he takes one hand off the steering wheel to scratch through layers of gloves and thick coveralls. When he finally reaches the juncture of his skin, he lets out a groan, because damn, that feels *good.*

Somewhere along the way, he must have accidentally turned on his radio, because amidst the feelings of pleasure shooting up his spine every time he rubs his arm he hears a distinctly familiar rough voice.

“Romeo-3, this is Arach-1. What are you doing inside your jet? I repeat, *What are you doing inside your jet.* Over.”

Jared lets out a gasp as white lights invade his vision, and he can’t seem to stop scratching. Except that now his other arm itches too, and he can’t legitimately rub both arms while still flying his jet. Then his body rebels, and he can’t control his breathing long enough get air into his lungs. He’s going to die out in space, with only Jensen’s voice in his ear. Jared supposes there are worse ways to go.

“Romeo-3, this is Arach-1, please respond,” comes over his radio, and there’s a note of concern in Jensen’s voice that Jared isn’t used to hearing.

Jared’s managed to switch his breather mask from the ‘normal pressure demand’ to the ‘continuous air flow setting’, and it’s allowing a little more oxygenated blood to reach his brain. Forming words seems within reach.

“Jensen... ” he responds feebly. Jared can’t fathom using code names when there’s this overwhelming heat that’s radiating from his heart, pumping a cocktail of hormones out to his extremities and back through his veins; restarting the cycle every few seconds.

Jensen responds immediately, “Stay with me, Romeo-3. I need you to adjust your bird to the left fifty degrees, and then I’m going to have the *Draconis* lock in on your location and bring you back home. Do you read?”

“Over,” Jared whispers and groans again. The pleasure coursing through his arms earlier has morphed into a painful burning, and Jared wishes he could remember why he’d been so excited to pop scales. It’s seriously overrated. He expends his last bit of energy programming his ship to the correct coordinates, and then lets the steering wheel go as he’s pulled steadily forward into the hangar bay.


When they open up his cockpit, Jared can’t tell whether it’s minutes or hours later. They have to pry him out though, because apparently he melted his jumpsuit into his jet. It’d probably be more embarrassing if the cool air didn’t feel so good on his overheated skin.

He’s still rubbing his arms roughly, and although it’s borderline excruciating, he can clearly see that with each pass, skin sloughs off, exposing a myriad of scales below. He smiles placidly; they’re a deep golden brown, and patterned in the exact same way as Jensen’s.

Then he feels Jensen kneeling over him, slapping his face repeatedly and telling him, “Stay with me, Jared.” Jared reaches out his hand for Jensen’s, and to his surprise, he takes it.

“Mates,” he says with a dimpled grin, right before he coughs up blood. ‘}
j2  jared/jensen  rps  explicit  au  bonded.boys  dragons  space  length:1-5000  author:ephermeralk 
september 2015 by morgana
To the Stars and Back, by cleflink
An extremely funny AU where the guys are interstellar secret agents. The banter between them is the primary reason to read this.

Summary: "90% of the human race thinks the Solar System is an alien free zone. They're all wrong, but luckily there are people around who make sure that what they don't known can't hurt them. Jensen was one of these people until his job got axed, but he and his Earth boyfriend, Jared, are about to have the chance to change that. Question is, how will a relationship based primarily on clever banter and really hot sex fare when they're dealing with a conspiracy that threatens the safety of the entire world?"

There are also 3 timestamps linked at the bottom of this page.
j2  jared/jensen  rps  explicit  au  humor  space  length:55001-60000  author:cleflink 
september 2015 by morgana
The Winning Scenario, by virtualpersonal and brimstonegold
Summary: "Disguised as a merchant during an information gathering mission on a gaming and pleasure station, Captain Dean hits the jackpot. Surprised to learn his winnings include a night with a pleasure slave, he is ready to reject the slave's services until he learns that the slave is human. There is no way he will leave one of his kind behind, no way. The pleasure slave, Sam, has his own secrets. Cylon torture and conditioning to make him a suitable commodity for the slave trade has left him with half memories, nightmares and psychological problems. If he knew Dean was a colonial warrior, there is no way he would leave with Dean and no way he would go anywhere near Dean's destination, the Battlestar Galactica." Sam and Dean are not brothers in this AU.

Note: I didn't re-read all 215,000 words to be sure, and I think I recall one scene where Sam tops, but other than that I'm pretty certain Dean tops throughout the rest of the story.
supernatural  sam/dean  explicit  top!dean  au  space  crossover:spn-battlestar.galactica  length:210001-215000  author:brimstonegold  author:virtualpersonal 
february 2011 by morgana
It's Like Your Hand, by giddy (aka giddygeek)
Nsync/Stargate Atlantis crossover. Clones. Very, very funny.

{' "We have another problem," Elizabeth said a few hours later, when Rodney had taken the iPod apart, put it together again, taken the toaster apart, put it together, swapped some pieces between the two, had three cups of coffee and sat with his head in his hands for a moment.

He keyed his radio in. "Are they singing in the mess? Because if they are, I say just shoot them. Otherwise leave me alone, I'm working here!"

"The SGC has confirmed that all five members of NSYNC are right where they ought to be, on Earth," Elizabeth said, ignoring him. "They are the appropriate ages. Do you know what that means?"

"Do I--of course I know what that means, Elizabeth," Rodney said. "It means we've got a cloned boyband in space!"

Elizabeth was silent for a moment. "Not precisely how I'd put it, but duplicates, yes."

Rodney put his head down on the desk. "So they're not actually from Earth. I suppose that explains why it didn't drain the ZPM. Bring them to Carson," he mumbled spitefully. "Carson was just *asking* for this today."

"They're already there. Which has raised another interesting issue, Rodney--two of them have the gene."

Rodney groaned and banged his forehead on the tabletop. "Of course they do. But oh, please, not the braided one. Please."

"Lance Bass and JC Chasez," Elizabeth said. Then, "The bleached blond, and the thin dark-haired one."

"Does that mean we have to keep them?" Rodney asked, touching the iPod. "Can we keep just those two and send the other ones back to the MP3 where they came from?"

Elizabeth was very quiet. Rodney could feel the waves of disapproval radiating through miles of city, and sighed. "I'll be up in a moment," he said, and turned his radio off. He stood, poked the iPod one more time, and trudged out of the lab.


"I don't think we understand," said the blond one. "Are you trying to tell us that we're not actually ourselves? We're clones of ourselves, in another year, and another galaxy?"

"I'm afraid so," Elizabeth said, leaning forward and handing them a sheaf of photographs and news articles.

The braided one looked at the top few photos, scowled, flipped the stack over and passed it on.

"And me and JC have some gene that makes things work in the city of Atlantis. Which is in another year. And another galaxy."


The sheep-headed one flipped through the photographs, stopped, and said, "Holy shit--get me some scissors, man! Do you have someone here who can shave my head like that?"

"No," Rodney snapped, crossing his arms over his chest. "You're the sheep-headed one."

"My name is *Justin."*

"I'm not learning your name!" Rodney said. "If we put you back, why bother? If we keep you, you're toast--I give it a year, max."

"Keep us?" said the blond, sitting up straighter. "What do you mean, keep us? You're not sending us back to Earth?"

"You've never *been* to Earth. Follow along, kids: *you're clones.* This is a top-secret project, based in another galaxy. The real you, their families, friends, fans, and sycophants can't ever know you exist. So what's going to happen, are we going to send you to Earth and trust you to live in hiding the rest of your lives?"


Rodney snorted, and ignored Elizabeth's quelling look. "Think again," he said. "I'm not having my career ruined because one of you can't resist trying to get a blowjob from a groupie."

Elizabeth sighed. "We can't send you back at this time," she said. "I am sorry. And we can't send you to Earth. At this juncture, it seems the only option any of us have is to make every attempt to integrate the five of you into life here, in Atlantis."

The guys stared at her in silence, then looked at each other. The tall, skinny one said, "Okay, group meeting," and they went into a huddle, heads close together, murmuring and showing each other photographs.

"Poor kids," Sheppard said, lounging back in his chair and watching them. "What? Rodney, it's not like they beamed themselves alive just to mess with your day."

"I feel bad for them," Rodney said. "I can't reverse this without killing them, and I can't make them who they really are. You tell me, how should I be treating them?"

Sheppard shook his head. "Right, I forgot that sometimes from you, sympathy looks like a death threat."

Rodney sniffed. "I was going to show you some sympathy for your poor, wounded hand, but I guess you don't need it after all, hmm?"

Sheppard smirked at him. "Well, if by sympathy you meant handjob--"

"We'll stay for a year," said the tall, skinny one as NSYNC broke out of their huddle. "And if we hate it, you'll send us to Earth, and we'll keep this whole thing a secret."

"We can keep secrets," said the braided one, tossing back his hair. '}
popslash  nsync  gsf  au  clonefic  crackfic  humor  space  length:5001-10000  author:giddy  author:giddygeek 
may 2010 by morgana

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