Holiday Recs!
Oh holidays ... whatever your religious persuasion (or, as in my case, a lack of one) they are the perfect time to curl up in front of the fire, watch the snow fall, eat cookies, and read fic. Or, depending upon how you choose to spend your holidays, print out stories and read them by the pool with a mai tai! ;-) And so, in honor of the approaching holiday season, I decided to do a set of holiday themed recs.
There are 5 Due South, 1 Heroes, 1 Supernatural, and 2 X-Men Movie-verse stories under the cut. I would put a warning on all of these for large amounts of schmoop and happiness. (What? Don't look at me like that! They are HOLIDAY stories - they are supposed to be happy and squee inspiring. You'll get angstful recs in the few year.) Don't forget to tell the authors just how awesome they all are. Enjoy! :-D
Due South
Hundreds of Miles North of Anywhere
lordessrenegade NC-17 Frannie/Maggie, nonexplicit Fraser/Kowalski/Vecchio
Oh femmeslash! *smiles happy smile of happiness* One of the only things that makes me sad about fandom in general is the lack of good femmeslash. But this wonderful Christmas piece almost single handedly makes up for the general lack of femmeslash. Seriously, read this and then tell me with a straight face that it doesn't put a large goopy smile on your face!
"Nah, nothing." She let the silence hang there for a few minutes, then gave up and continued. "It's just, I saw Kowalski looking at Fraser tonight, and…I mean, it was this split second thing, but I've never had anyone look at me like that."
Merry Bells Keep Ringing
pearl-o PG-13 Fraser/Kowalski kidfic
This is a sequal to pearl's other story, How Many Ways, not holiday themed, but totally still worth your time! Yes, this does mean that I am reccing you kidfic, but seriously, trust me on this! Not only is it Pearl O, but this is kidfic like none other. I read this story and it makes me smile because she has eloquently captured exactly what it is like to be the child of aging parents - all of the love, frustration, laughter, guilt, and affection that goes into it.
Thing is, in my head, the munchkin's still stuck at fifteen or so. Trapped in amber, like those bugs and stuff that used to feed on dinosaurs and now just sit around looking pretty while people make impressed noises over them.
Except, of course, that's not the way it really is, she's not frozen just because we don't see her every day anymore, and so every time I pick her up at the airport it's a new shock, because she is grown.
The Ice Palace, the Queen, and Her Jester
eledhwenlin PG Fraser/Victoria Fraser/Kowalski
This is a fairy tale, and so not strictly a "holiday story" but it has a holiday vibe to it, so I am reccing it anyway! (It's my rec, and I'll rec if I want too ... :-P) This is fairy tale re-imaging of a bit of Russian history and it is just such a delight to read. I don't want to say any more for fear of spoiling the delight, but it just so wonderfully captures the feel of a fairy tale!
Growing up in a region where everyone helped everyone else, for no one could survive on their own, Sir Benton felt his duty to the people and set upon righting many a wrong. The people grew to love him and soon there was talk about him becoming the new King, a generous, benevolent person who protect his people.
Rest Ye Merry
brynnmck PG Fraser/Vecchio
Christmas Eve at the Vecchio household. I know that is enough to make me want to run for cover! But this sweet piece about Ray and Fraser exchanging presents is one of the sweetest things I've come across in a long time. brynnmck is a new writer to the DS fandom, but I dearly hope that she sticks around, especially if all of her stories are as wonderfully written and well-characterized as this one!
Dief was currently sprawled out underneath the table, stuffed full of scraps snuck from a dozen dinner plates. He had a piece of tinsel dangling from his tail, and Ray's niece Antonia-who was probably avoiding the singing, too, smart girl to start drawing those lines in the sand early-was scratching him behind the ear and cooing.
"Oughta be ashamed, a natural predator like you," Ray told the wolf on his way by, shaking his head. "The caribou are laughing at you right now." Dief just ruffed, unimpressed, and rolled so that Antonia could get at the other ear.
The Diary of Constable Renfield Montague Turnbull
llassah PG-13 crack!fic
I don't think I've giggled this hard in a good long time! llassah delievered beautiful amounts of crackish gold with this story. I think I am going to have to go with her description of this, because it is kind of one of the best descriptions of a story I've ever read.This diary follows the natural canonical progression as outlined in Call of the Wild: The due South characters all move into a massive house together and all have sex. This bit of Turnbull's diary follows him around during the month of December. (And as an extra-special bonus, llassah is continuing it in her journal daily!)
On other news, have hidden presents. Dief suggested burying them. Considered it, but decided against it as am still in Uniform and do not want it to get dirty.
Supernatural
The Road to Beth-lee-hem
swanseajill PG Gen Wee!Dean and Wee!Sam
Heart-melting! Maybe a part of this is due to my unhealthy love I have for the weechesters, but this dialogue only piece is wonderful. Sammy is given a part in the nativity play, and Dean is helping him learn his lines. Bickering, banter, and brotherly affection - what is not to love!
“You said you’d test me on my lines for the nativity play.”
“I’m busy. Can we do it later?”
“Dean, you promised. The play’s next week and I need to know my lines real good, and Mrs. Patton says my part’s real important ’cause it’s the only speaking part.”
“Yeah? What’s the part, then?”
“I’m the natterer.”
Heroes
Phenomenology of a Christmas Sweater
scribblinlenore PG Nathan/Peter INCEST
So maybe I also have an unhealthy love for Petrellicest. (Or most incest ships. Hmmm ... I think I need some mental help for that ...) This little piece really says so very much. For being PG is is full of sexual tension and things unsaid and is just a beautiful examination of the Petrelli brothers relationship.
Peter opens the package and makes big, surprised eyes. "Hey, just what I wanted, the world's ugliest Christmas sweater!" He makes a production of unfurling it and holding it up, and he's not exaggerating in the least. The somewhat misshapen reindeer with its red puffball of a nose is gaudier and more horrible even than last year's fluorescent snowman. Peter honestly has no idea where Nathan finds such treasure troves of festive hideousness.
X-Men Movie-verse
Twelve Days
musamea PG-13 Jean/Scott Erik/Charles
12 Christmases that Jean Grey spent at the Mansion. Some are laugh out loud funny, while others brought tears to my eyes. All of them are nothing less than beautiful and perfect, and tell a wonderful story of the evolution of a family. Even if you are not familiar with the canon (and if you are not, WHY HAVEN'T YOU WATCHED THESE MOVIES?) I think that you still ought to read this anyway, because it is just that lovely.
Professor Xavier hires an interior designer to decorate the mansion. The woman strings tasteful white lights along the roof's edge and wraps the banister on the main staircase with ribbon and holly. She hangs a wreath on the door and places red and white ornaments in careful intervals on the artificial tree. She leaves the den looking like something out of a magazine, and when Jean looks at the room and then at Xavier's expectant face, she can't bring herself to tell him it's perfect and not at all what she wants.
Sort of a Fallen Angel, Arn't You?
sionnain PG Erik/Charles
A sweet little piece that I think is my only excpetion to my warning about schmoop and happiness. This piece, on the surface just about watching It's a Wonderful Life on TV, is an AMAZING bit of foreshadowing for the eventual split between Charles and Erik. The quibbling and the disagreement and the tension gathering beneath the surface - wonderful. And the appearence of baby!Jean is a nice little touch to both underscore and lighten the tension.
“You are no more a Christian than that bowl on the table, and I’m Jewish,” he pointed out sulkily, still not looking at the television, as if that was his last hold-out against surrender.
“It’s not about religion, Erik. It’s about hope and realizing how fortunate we are to be able to affect the lives of those around us.” Charles turned to look at him, his face beatific.
There are 5 Due South, 1 Heroes, 1 Supernatural, and 2 X-Men Movie-verse stories under the cut. I would put a warning on all of these for large amounts of schmoop and happiness. (What? Don't look at me like that! They are HOLIDAY stories - they are supposed to be happy and squee inspiring. You'll get angstful recs in the few year.) Don't forget to tell the authors just how awesome they all are. Enjoy! :-D
Due South
Hundreds of Miles North of Anywhere
lordessrenegade NC-17 Frannie/Maggie, nonexplicit Fraser/Kowalski/Vecchio
Oh femmeslash! *smiles happy smile of happiness* One of the only things that makes me sad about fandom in general is the lack of good femmeslash. But this wonderful Christmas piece almost single handedly makes up for the general lack of femmeslash. Seriously, read this and then tell me with a straight face that it doesn't put a large goopy smile on your face!
"Nah, nothing." She let the silence hang there for a few minutes, then gave up and continued. "It's just, I saw Kowalski looking at Fraser tonight, and…I mean, it was this split second thing, but I've never had anyone look at me like that."
Merry Bells Keep Ringing
pearl-o PG-13 Fraser/Kowalski kidfic
This is a sequal to pearl's other story, How Many Ways, not holiday themed, but totally still worth your time! Yes, this does mean that I am reccing you kidfic, but seriously, trust me on this! Not only is it Pearl O, but this is kidfic like none other. I read this story and it makes me smile because she has eloquently captured exactly what it is like to be the child of aging parents - all of the love, frustration, laughter, guilt, and affection that goes into it.
Thing is, in my head, the munchkin's still stuck at fifteen or so. Trapped in amber, like those bugs and stuff that used to feed on dinosaurs and now just sit around looking pretty while people make impressed noises over them.
Except, of course, that's not the way it really is, she's not frozen just because we don't see her every day anymore, and so every time I pick her up at the airport it's a new shock, because she is grown.
The Ice Palace, the Queen, and Her Jester
eledhwenlin PG Fraser/Victoria Fraser/Kowalski
This is a fairy tale, and so not strictly a "holiday story" but it has a holiday vibe to it, so I am reccing it anyway! (It's my rec, and I'll rec if I want too ... :-P) This is fairy tale re-imaging of a bit of Russian history and it is just such a delight to read. I don't want to say any more for fear of spoiling the delight, but it just so wonderfully captures the feel of a fairy tale!
Growing up in a region where everyone helped everyone else, for no one could survive on their own, Sir Benton felt his duty to the people and set upon righting many a wrong. The people grew to love him and soon there was talk about him becoming the new King, a generous, benevolent person who protect his people.
Rest Ye Merry
brynnmck PG Fraser/Vecchio
Christmas Eve at the Vecchio household. I know that is enough to make me want to run for cover! But this sweet piece about Ray and Fraser exchanging presents is one of the sweetest things I've come across in a long time. brynnmck is a new writer to the DS fandom, but I dearly hope that she sticks around, especially if all of her stories are as wonderfully written and well-characterized as this one!
Dief was currently sprawled out underneath the table, stuffed full of scraps snuck from a dozen dinner plates. He had a piece of tinsel dangling from his tail, and Ray's niece Antonia-who was probably avoiding the singing, too, smart girl to start drawing those lines in the sand early-was scratching him behind the ear and cooing.
"Oughta be ashamed, a natural predator like you," Ray told the wolf on his way by, shaking his head. "The caribou are laughing at you right now." Dief just ruffed, unimpressed, and rolled so that Antonia could get at the other ear.
The Diary of Constable Renfield Montague Turnbull
llassah PG-13 crack!fic
I don't think I've giggled this hard in a good long time! llassah delievered beautiful amounts of crackish gold with this story. I think I am going to have to go with her description of this, because it is kind of one of the best descriptions of a story I've ever read.This diary follows the natural canonical progression as outlined in Call of the Wild: The due South characters all move into a massive house together and all have sex. This bit of Turnbull's diary follows him around during the month of December. (And as an extra-special bonus, llassah is continuing it in her journal daily!)
On other news, have hidden presents. Dief suggested burying them. Considered it, but decided against it as am still in Uniform and do not want it to get dirty.
Supernatural
The Road to Beth-lee-hem
swanseajill PG Gen Wee!Dean and Wee!Sam
Heart-melting! Maybe a part of this is due to my unhealthy love I have for the weechesters, but this dialogue only piece is wonderful. Sammy is given a part in the nativity play, and Dean is helping him learn his lines. Bickering, banter, and brotherly affection - what is not to love!
“You said you’d test me on my lines for the nativity play.”
“I’m busy. Can we do it later?”
“Dean, you promised. The play’s next week and I need to know my lines real good, and Mrs. Patton says my part’s real important ’cause it’s the only speaking part.”
“Yeah? What’s the part, then?”
“I’m the natterer.”
Heroes
Phenomenology of a Christmas Sweater
scribblinlenore PG Nathan/Peter INCEST
So maybe I also have an unhealthy love for Petrellicest. (Or most incest ships. Hmmm ... I think I need some mental help for that ...) This little piece really says so very much. For being PG is is full of sexual tension and things unsaid and is just a beautiful examination of the Petrelli brothers relationship.
Peter opens the package and makes big, surprised eyes. "Hey, just what I wanted, the world's ugliest Christmas sweater!" He makes a production of unfurling it and holding it up, and he's not exaggerating in the least. The somewhat misshapen reindeer with its red puffball of a nose is gaudier and more horrible even than last year's fluorescent snowman. Peter honestly has no idea where Nathan finds such treasure troves of festive hideousness.
X-Men Movie-verse
Twelve Days
musamea PG-13 Jean/Scott Erik/Charles
12 Christmases that Jean Grey spent at the Mansion. Some are laugh out loud funny, while others brought tears to my eyes. All of them are nothing less than beautiful and perfect, and tell a wonderful story of the evolution of a family. Even if you are not familiar with the canon (and if you are not, WHY HAVEN'T YOU WATCHED THESE MOVIES?) I think that you still ought to read this anyway, because it is just that lovely.
Professor Xavier hires an interior designer to decorate the mansion. The woman strings tasteful white lights along the roof's edge and wraps the banister on the main staircase with ribbon and holly. She hangs a wreath on the door and places red and white ornaments in careful intervals on the artificial tree. She leaves the den looking like something out of a magazine, and when Jean looks at the room and then at Xavier's expectant face, she can't bring herself to tell him it's perfect and not at all what she wants.
Sort of a Fallen Angel, Arn't You?
sionnain PG Erik/Charles
A sweet little piece that I think is my only excpetion to my warning about schmoop and happiness. This piece, on the surface just about watching It's a Wonderful Life on TV, is an AMAZING bit of foreshadowing for the eventual split between Charles and Erik. The quibbling and the disagreement and the tension gathering beneath the surface - wonderful. And the appearence of baby!Jean is a nice little touch to both underscore and lighten the tension.
“You are no more a Christian than that bowl on the table, and I’m Jewish,” he pointed out sulkily, still not looking at the television, as if that was his last hold-out against surrender.
“It’s not about religion, Erik. It’s about hope and realizing how fortunate we are to be able to affect the lives of those around us.” Charles turned to look at him, his face beatific.