First up, here's something all you over-squicked Bad Slashers might like. It's an intentional badfic called

Elementary Biology

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Next up, a piece of original fiction by Ben 'Yahtzee' Croshaw, called

Articulate Jim: A Search for Something

It may be my personal tastes talking, but how could you not love something that offers stuff like this?

"'Don't breathe a word of this to anyone,' she said warningly. 'This toilet seat is known only to us six. Myself, Horatio Scarlet, Penfold Lexington, Jam Lexington, Camp Gareth and Articulate Jim, whose real name is far too stupid for everyday use. From now on we will use the notes on this toilet seat and Gareth's arse to seek out the legendary Lost Golden City of El Dorado. From this day forth, we six shall be known as... The Fellowship of the Rim.'

Dramatic pause.

'That is so gay,' said Jam."

Or this:

"As for the woman herself, well, she was of course staggeringly beautiful to the degree that made one's eyes hurt. She was about five foot nine in height with bounteous quantities of blonde flowing hair. Physically perfect in every detail but one - her nose. It had clearly been, of course, perfect, but was now visibly slightly squashed. Rose's blows could be terrible ones, that I know well, and there's clearly only so much that the finest plastic surgeons money can buy can do."

Or this:

"Every evening just after dinner Scar and I would meet in the cargo holds and get ourselves completely rat-arsed. The fun part was that it felt like the first time every time; we usually became so blitzed we forgot the entire event."

Or, finally, this:

"Allow me to offer a little explanation here. Scar had spent a lifetime on pirate ships where grog and other beverages flowed like saliva from the mouth of a hungry dog in front of a pie shop. His liver had had an ultimatum - get used to it, or pack in. Fortunately for him it had chosen the former, but now if he went without alcohol for too long his highly evolved metabolism started to collapse, and he would often take drastic measures. When called upon Scar had a MacGyver-like ability to construct a still from virtually any resources, and had on more than one occasion resorted to concocting a brew fermented from human bone marrow.

So you can see how Rose and Gareth would be a little ill at ease on a ship containing Scar and a notable lack of intoxicating fluid."

Everyone likes a good couple of laughs, no? ;)