Oh yeah. With all the rec-trails your flist provided me the other day, I'm off on a whole new...um...toboggan run of ficcy goodness.
(I just read a lovely piece called "Likewise" [I think] by AUKestrel, depicting the night of Ray and Fraser's tenth anniversary, all snow and ice-cold Polish vodka and a nighttime sled run with an aged and crippled Dief, and northern lights. It was gorgeous.)
(Oh, and a hilarious short crossover, "A Partner Called Ray," in which Fraser's dad can see that Ray isn't Ray--seems to think he's some guy called Sam--but Fraser can only see that Ray seems a bit lost, and is apparently arguing with a ghost of his own, called Al. Seriously, I read it and then, like, three hours later the coin dropped as to what the crossover was, and I laughed out loud.)
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(I just read a lovely piece called "Likewise" [I think] by AUKestrel, depicting the night of Ray and Fraser's tenth anniversary, all snow and ice-cold Polish vodka and a nighttime sled run with an aged and crippled Dief, and northern lights. It was gorgeous.)
(Oh, and a hilarious short crossover, "A Partner Called Ray," in which Fraser's dad can see that Ray isn't Ray--seems to think he's some guy called Sam--but Fraser can only see that Ray seems a bit lost, and is apparently arguing with a ghost of his own, called Al. Seriously, I read it and then, like, three hours later the coin dropped as to what the crossover was, and I laughed out loud.)