Yay for fic exchanges!
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Merry Christmas everyone! I hope you all had a wonderful holiday--or if you don't celebrate, at least wonderful days!
yuletide is almost overwhelming with fannish glee--over 2000 fics to read, JOY!
But LOOK--two just for me!
Fundamentals, Batman Begins: Oh, it's Alfred and Bruce and their oh-so-dysfunctional father-son/master-butler relationship. It's exactly what I wanted, and a perfect Alfred voice.
"Good morning, sir. I hope you weren't planning any trips to town while you're here. I recommend barricading yourself for the remainder of the weekend."
"Oh?" Bruce eyed the Englishman's hand with a deep frown. "What did I do now?"
"You were born a complete package. Quite unfortunate."
A grimace. "Oh."
"Just remember, Master Wayne - they're all ladies until they prove themselves otherwise."
"I think you overestimate my charm."
"On the contrary, it's difficult to overestimate the charm of a billionaire." He proffered the gift without fanfare. "Many happy returns."
The frown returned. "I thought I said no gifts." The youngest Wayne said a lot of nullifying things, and ignoring them was often exhausting.
And then a treat!!
In Strife, RENT.
This fic? Is the fic I have meant to write for years, the one I've been wanting to read for ages, too--it hits just about every fic kink I have, for crying out loud.
"Roger? You okay?" A familiar voice asked.
Roger turned, and there was Collins, trepidation in his eyes. "Yeah. It's Mark. He's had the flu for like a week, and it got bad tonight. His fever was so high, and the coughing... I had to call an ambulance."
They shared a look that showed the same thought: This wasn't supposed to happen. Mark wasn't sick, not like them. He shouldn't be the one they had to come here for.
God, I love yuletide.
zoe_chan and I also got
jbbs fic!
Tim Remembers--it's Young Justice. All of them.
"Look," Robin said, stalking into Young Justice, "We can't just accept anyone."
"Why not?" Impulse asked, following him in.
"Yeah, dude!" Superboy said. "They're girls!"
Oh, YJ. ♥
And now, to bed, so I can get up and go visit
zoe_chan tomorrow and see
aradiachiba, too! YAY, my persons!
(I have read so many other amazing stories today too, but the recs will wait. I have fannish glee.)
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But LOOK--two just for me!
Fundamentals, Batman Begins: Oh, it's Alfred and Bruce and their oh-so-dysfunctional father-son/master-butler relationship. It's exactly what I wanted, and a perfect Alfred voice.
"Good morning, sir. I hope you weren't planning any trips to town while you're here. I recommend barricading yourself for the remainder of the weekend."
"Oh?" Bruce eyed the Englishman's hand with a deep frown. "What did I do now?"
"You were born a complete package. Quite unfortunate."
A grimace. "Oh."
"Just remember, Master Wayne - they're all ladies until they prove themselves otherwise."
"I think you overestimate my charm."
"On the contrary, it's difficult to overestimate the charm of a billionaire." He proffered the gift without fanfare. "Many happy returns."
The frown returned. "I thought I said no gifts." The youngest Wayne said a lot of nullifying things, and ignoring them was often exhausting.
And then a treat!!
In Strife, RENT.
This fic? Is the fic I have meant to write for years, the one I've been wanting to read for ages, too--it hits just about every fic kink I have, for crying out loud.
"Roger? You okay?" A familiar voice asked.
Roger turned, and there was Collins, trepidation in his eyes. "Yeah. It's Mark. He's had the flu for like a week, and it got bad tonight. His fever was so high, and the coughing... I had to call an ambulance."
They shared a look that showed the same thought: This wasn't supposed to happen. Mark wasn't sick, not like them. He shouldn't be the one they had to come here for.
God, I love yuletide.
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Tim Remembers--it's Young Justice. All of them.
"Look," Robin said, stalking into Young Justice, "We can't just accept anyone."
"Why not?" Impulse asked, following him in.
"Yeah, dude!" Superboy said. "They're girls!"
Oh, YJ. ♥
And now, to bed, so I can get up and go visit
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(I have read so many other amazing stories today too, but the recs will wait. I have fannish glee.)
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Date: 2008-01-01 11:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-05 12:02 am (UTC)Thank you again!! :)
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Date: 2008-01-02 05:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-05 12:07 am (UTC)You know how it is when you want to read a fic and no one seems to have written it so you decide you have to write it yourself? That's sort of what happened with this, but I only ever started the story and never have even gotten Mark to the hospital--but when I read your story, my jaw dropped and I made noises and flapped my hands around because in that story I started once upon a time? Mark caught pneumonia and wound up on a respirator in the ICU.
So THANK YOU for writing it for me! :)