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Three recs!
REC #1
Travis/William Regency!, by colouredmango
Omg, you guys, I don't even read a lot of Travis/William but colouredmango has converted me, before her I didn't even read a lot of Butcher/Sisky but she converted me TOO, she is going to convert me to, Idk, cannibalism ONE DAY and I would still be happy and read the fic she wrote about cannibals because she is JUST THAT AMAZING.
In case that wasn't convincing enough (why ever would it not be?!):
Siska comes home in a flurry of the apples blossoms, comes in May with a smile and a glowing face and William is suddenly treacherously greedy of him. He's healthy, shines with it.
"Italy agrees with you, my dear," he says, and hopes Sisky can hear, Marriage agrees with you. Butcher hands Sisky down from the carriage and he flings his arms about William's neck tightly, indecorously. Mariano coughs behind them, disgusted they could never learn the manners he tried to drill into their heads.
"This is Travis," Butcher says, and the man who leaves the carriage smiles and takes William's hand. It's a studied gesture, but he holds it a moment too long before brushing a kiss over the back and returning it to William's possession.
"Mr. McCoy," William manages, although the air is thick around him, there's a sudden weight to the dull spring sunlight. "How grateful I am you could come." He stutters over the last words, and Sisky presses his hand reassuringly.
"It's I who must be grateful for your hospitality," McCoy returns and William is looking up for the first time since Gabe bid him a careless farewell at a ball, his eyes and hands daring under the dowager's chaperonage. He finds he likes it, although when Sisky presses him shortly there after for how he likes Mr. McCoy, all he can recall is sense of kind dark eyes in a laughing face.
♥___________♥
REC #2
Stay (Pete/Ashlee/Patrick), by neery
OMG YOU GUYS I HAVE BEEN LOOKING FOR GOOD PETE/ASHLEE/PATRICK FOR THE LONGEST TIME EVER. Back here I even considered doing it for bandombigbang, and it may one day get written yet - but basically the point of this ramble was that HOW AWESOME IS THE FEELING OF FINDING SOMETHING YOU HAVE BEEN LOOKING FOR FOR A LONG TIME? Very, that's what.
Seriously, it's hot and fantastically detailed and with such, such a good dynamic between them. GO READ IT:
It's not like he's never thought about Ashlee that way before, rarely and guiltily; she's Pete's girlfriend, he just really doesn’t want to go there even in his thoughts. But Patrick's only human, and she's gorgeous and smart and quirky. Of course he's thought about her.
"Anyway, just, like, think about it? Or talk to Pete, maybe. I mean, I don't even know if you'd be into…" She's giggling nervously again, flailing with her hands. "Yeah, so anyway. Oh god, this is so awkward, can we change the topic now? How about that Superbowl?"
"I'll... think about it," Patrick says awkwardly. Safe to say that he'll be doing a whole lot of thinking. Some of it probably with his hand down his pants. "Anyway, what about you? You'd be kind of a big part of this. I mean, would you even be into it?"
Ashlee's still blushing, but she's looking at him full on - looking him over, really, checking him out, and Patrick is suddenly very conscious of the wrinkled hoodie he fished out from underneath someone's bunk this morning, and the way his hair is sticking out every which way under his hat. For the first time during this whole conversation, her voice is free of any hesitation or doubts when she says, "Yeah. I would, actually, be really into that. So. Think about it."
Patrick's still staring at her when she leaves the room.
REC #3
Tongue-Tied for You, Brendon/Ryan, by cest_what and frankkincense
I love the Brendon/Ryan dynamic when it's done well - by this I mean even more faily and adorable combined than they are on their own - so this wins, basically, all around. Ryan is super faily and oblivious! And wishes he'd gotten a few more semesters at college! I don't know why this stuck with me, except that I totally do. Ryan is a PRETENTIOUS ELITIST SNOB, all right, who never completed college. If he doesn't occasionally feel down about that then ALL OUR ASSUMPTIONS ARE WRONG.
But there is also other lovely stuff besides that one detail I chose to fixate on:
Brendon is frowning in concentration, the corner of his bottom lip caught between his teeth. He finishes tracing a decided line and tilts Ryan's inner arm so that Ryan can see. Ryan takes in the cutesy flowers, colours outlined in thick black, and raises his eyebrows.
"I'm giving you flowers, Ross," Brendon says, his eyes dark and wide, an over-the-top appealing look. He laughs, then bends his attention to another cartoon blossom. He's still smiling, a curl at the edge of his mouth. "This is an old-fashioned courtship."
Ryan has a coughing fit to disguise his shiver as Brendon traces the cool point of the pen over his skin again. "I don't think Sharpies really qualify as 'old-fashioned'," he says once he's got his breath back.
"You're kind of epically missing the point, here," Brendon mutters.
Basically I am feeling super \o/!! about the awesome fic here, so I shan't say much. Except. I've been rather busy and returned home from school Really Quite Late yesterday and today, so. How are you, everyone?
REC #1
Travis/William Regency!, by colouredmango
Omg, you guys, I don't even read a lot of Travis/William but colouredmango has converted me, before her I didn't even read a lot of Butcher/Sisky but she converted me TOO, she is going to convert me to, Idk, cannibalism ONE DAY and I would still be happy and read the fic she wrote about cannibals because she is JUST THAT AMAZING.
In case that wasn't convincing enough (why ever would it not be?!):
Siska comes home in a flurry of the apples blossoms, comes in May with a smile and a glowing face and William is suddenly treacherously greedy of him. He's healthy, shines with it.
"Italy agrees with you, my dear," he says, and hopes Sisky can hear, Marriage agrees with you. Butcher hands Sisky down from the carriage and he flings his arms about William's neck tightly, indecorously. Mariano coughs behind them, disgusted they could never learn the manners he tried to drill into their heads.
"This is Travis," Butcher says, and the man who leaves the carriage smiles and takes William's hand. It's a studied gesture, but he holds it a moment too long before brushing a kiss over the back and returning it to William's possession.
"Mr. McCoy," William manages, although the air is thick around him, there's a sudden weight to the dull spring sunlight. "How grateful I am you could come." He stutters over the last words, and Sisky presses his hand reassuringly.
"It's I who must be grateful for your hospitality," McCoy returns and William is looking up for the first time since Gabe bid him a careless farewell at a ball, his eyes and hands daring under the dowager's chaperonage. He finds he likes it, although when Sisky presses him shortly there after for how he likes Mr. McCoy, all he can recall is sense of kind dark eyes in a laughing face.
♥___________♥
REC #2
Stay (Pete/Ashlee/Patrick), by neery
OMG YOU GUYS I HAVE BEEN LOOKING FOR GOOD PETE/ASHLEE/PATRICK FOR THE LONGEST TIME EVER. Back here I even considered doing it for bandombigbang, and it may one day get written yet - but basically the point of this ramble was that HOW AWESOME IS THE FEELING OF FINDING SOMETHING YOU HAVE BEEN LOOKING FOR FOR A LONG TIME? Very, that's what.
Seriously, it's hot and fantastically detailed and with such, such a good dynamic between them. GO READ IT:
It's not like he's never thought about Ashlee that way before, rarely and guiltily; she's Pete's girlfriend, he just really doesn’t want to go there even in his thoughts. But Patrick's only human, and she's gorgeous and smart and quirky. Of course he's thought about her.
"Anyway, just, like, think about it? Or talk to Pete, maybe. I mean, I don't even know if you'd be into…" She's giggling nervously again, flailing with her hands. "Yeah, so anyway. Oh god, this is so awkward, can we change the topic now? How about that Superbowl?"
"I'll... think about it," Patrick says awkwardly. Safe to say that he'll be doing a whole lot of thinking. Some of it probably with his hand down his pants. "Anyway, what about you? You'd be kind of a big part of this. I mean, would you even be into it?"
Ashlee's still blushing, but she's looking at him full on - looking him over, really, checking him out, and Patrick is suddenly very conscious of the wrinkled hoodie he fished out from underneath someone's bunk this morning, and the way his hair is sticking out every which way under his hat. For the first time during this whole conversation, her voice is free of any hesitation or doubts when she says, "Yeah. I would, actually, be really into that. So. Think about it."
Patrick's still staring at her when she leaves the room.
REC #3
Tongue-Tied for You, Brendon/Ryan, by cest_what and frankkincense
I love the Brendon/Ryan dynamic when it's done well - by this I mean even more faily and adorable combined than they are on their own - so this wins, basically, all around. Ryan is super faily and oblivious! And wishes he'd gotten a few more semesters at college! I don't know why this stuck with me, except that I totally do. Ryan is a PRETENTIOUS ELITIST SNOB, all right, who never completed college. If he doesn't occasionally feel down about that then ALL OUR ASSUMPTIONS ARE WRONG.
But there is also other lovely stuff besides that one detail I chose to fixate on:
Brendon is frowning in concentration, the corner of his bottom lip caught between his teeth. He finishes tracing a decided line and tilts Ryan's inner arm so that Ryan can see. Ryan takes in the cutesy flowers, colours outlined in thick black, and raises his eyebrows.
"I'm giving you flowers, Ross," Brendon says, his eyes dark and wide, an over-the-top appealing look. He laughs, then bends his attention to another cartoon blossom. He's still smiling, a curl at the edge of his mouth. "This is an old-fashioned courtship."
Ryan has a coughing fit to disguise his shiver as Brendon traces the cool point of the pen over his skin again. "I don't think Sharpies really qualify as 'old-fashioned'," he says once he's got his breath back.
"You're kind of epically missing the point, here," Brendon mutters.
Basically I am feeling super \o/!! about the awesome fic here, so I shan't say much. Except. I've been rather busy and returned home from school Really Quite Late yesterday and today, so. How are you, everyone?