title: Of Safes and Uncomfortable Prolonged Contact with Candlestick Holders
fandom: Ocean's 11
rating: pg13
word count: 1,000
prompt: Danny/Rusty: Danny is with Tess now, which means he shouldn't be with Rusty here, but then, he shouldn't have broken into that safe, either, and he did it anyway.[Request by luzdeestrellas]
notes: Big thanks to restless_jedi for the last second beta.

( Of Safes and Uncomfortable Prolonged Contact with Candlestick Holders )

title: Around the Reckless Magic of Your Youth
rating: PG
summary: Five Julys of bickering, banter and badness.
fandom: Ocean's 11
words: 2,500
notes: For musesfool for her birthday! I'm only a fourth of the year late! And thanks, as always, to luzdeestrellas for the beta gig.


( Around the Reckless Magic of Your Youth )

title: For Jealousy of Spoons
fandom: O11
words: 317
notes: Because musesfool said I should. No, really, sometimes all you've gotta do is say, "hey! write that!" and I'll typically feel bad about saying no. Also, I'm ashamed to admit, that I sort of made it fit into the Absence of Truth universe. Yes, yes, I know that I'm a bad person. I'm sorry.

( For Jealousy of Spoons )



And now I'm for bed. Really. I expect I'll regret this in the morning.

title: Lust, Loot and Loudon Lies
author: angelgazing (angelgazing [at] gmail [dot] com)
fandom: Ocean's Eleven
pairing: Danny/Rusty
rating: Rish
words: 4,715
summary: Danny has stupid ideas, and Rusty goes along with them. pre-movies, written for secondsilk's request for slashfest.
notes: Many, many, many thanks to carylic, luzdeestrellas and musesfool without whom this never would have happened. ::wipes away tears of joy:: An honorable mention goes out to pufftmg, who gets an A for effort. Faux-cut leads to the slashfest comm.

( Lust, Loot and Loudon Lies )

title: The Absence of Truth in Cartography
author: Nichole (angelgazing)
summary: of want, love and Danny Ocean
rating: R
recipient: nifra_idril
word count: 21,980
notes: Thanks for restless_jedi for the beta
miss_charmed for the vile enabling
and musesfool for listening to me talk through it.

(part one)
(part two)

I am doomed.

I am very, very doomed. I even make a song to that effect. It goes like this:

Doomed-Doomed-Doomed-DoomedDoomedDoomedDoomedDoomed

Sadly there are no dance steps to go with it. Though in my head Bugs Bunny is popping up cause apparently I really was brainwashed by too much television as a child. You have to be in my head to get the connection I think.

Anyway, so, yeah. DOOMED.

It's like, a thing. The stressing I wasn't doing last night came up to bite me in the ass about ten minutes ago. Now I'm all with the "oh-holy-fuck-what-is-wrong-with-me-I'll-never-make-it-work-oh-no-oh-god-oh-fuck." Again, it's a thing in my head. ::shrugs::

So, in an effort to, you know, pretend I don't suck.

The first part of the first attempt at the O11 ficathon piece, which will never ever be used as anything else so now it's here as something just a little over a drabble.

( 136 words of Danny and Rusty behind the cut )


Really, I'm sort of fond of that part, but the rest of it is better in the new version. I swear it is.