raven: (vorkosigan - creepy planetary conquest)
You guys, I have literally been writing this story for two and a bit years. (Not all the time! A hundred words here and there.) But it's been in my head ever since someone on Twitter suggested that the only thing the Vorkosigan series needs is MOAR LADY SPIES. Because. You know.

Fic:: The Committee To Prepare The Ground
by Raven
8500w, gen, Vorkosigan series, Alys, Simon, Gregor, Ekaterin, Helen Vorthys, & ensemble. They were there all along: a secret history of women in Imperial Security.

it begins with a battle over pastries )
raven: Karen Gillan as Amy Pond, wearing green and red and looking up (Default)
[personal profile] igrockspock asked: Which three of your stories are you most proud of?

The Light Always Burning (6749 words) by Raven
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Nation - Terry Pratchett
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Daphne, Mau (Nation)
Additional Tags: Epistolary

We, the People: a thirty-year retrospective and an examination of the role of the Nation in world history, for Earth Atlantic, 7 December 2035, excerpt.

This story is – well, when it was still anonymous, it was recommended by a friend of mine with the note “the author of this has spray-painted her name on it in ten-feet sparkly letters”. I admit, it’s definitely a story heavily preoccupied with my preoccupations. It’s a story about first contact with aliens! It’s a story about history, and brown people. There is a romance in it, but it's quite subdued; it happens in and around two people busily having the most invigorating professional slanging match of their careers.

It’s one of my favourites because – well, I am afraid, a little, of becoming samey or typecast. But if this is sometimes the only story I write, then I want to write it as well as I can.

when you lay me down you'll bury only bones (6724 words) by Raven
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Welcome to Night Vale
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Carlos/Cecil (Welcome to Night Vale)
Characters: Carlos (Welcome to Night Vale), Cecil (Welcome to Night Vale), Dana (Welcome to Night Vale), Vithya (Welcome to Night Vale)
Additional Tags: Race Bechdel, Navajo Cecil, Canon Character of Color, Federal government shutdown, is probably never going to be a canonical tag

Dana's back. Intern Vithya is new. Cecil and Carlos are just the same, but different. Today, Night Vale is the safest place on earth.

This story is one that I come back to rather a lot; I wrote it last year in conjunction with a discussion I had with [personal profile] thingswithwings on the subject - it's about race, and queerness, and Night Vale. It’s a story that was hard to write, because unlike many of my stories, it is not hopeful: but then, it is about the one subject on which I am not hopeful. I'm proud of having written it, and unhappy it’s a story that has to be written.

the winter here is cold, and bitter (17185 words) by Raven
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Vorkosigan Saga - Lois McMaster Bujold
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Simon Illyan & Aral Vorkosigan, Aral Vorkosigan/Cordelia Naismith Vorkosigan
Characters: Simon Illyan, Aral Vorkosigan, Cordelia Naismith Vorkosigan, Alys Vorpatril, Gregor Vorbarra
Additional Tags: Spies & Secret Agents, Espionage, Winter

Simon Illyan is loyal, loved and a perfect spy. One of these things is a lie.

I am super-proud of this one because when I wrote it, I had no idea I could write a story like this: one that’s full of relationship stuff, one that works out the lines of a friendship/romance/exercise in misplaced feudalism (between Aral Vorkosigan and Simon Illyan, hi, yes, all my kinks), but is also an unrepentant espionage caper. There are plots and plotters and sub-plots and fake-outs and meetings in dark alleys galore! It began life as a remix of [personal profile] philomytha's story, Aptitude, which definitely is a caper - and is a much happier, cheerier, more delightful story to boot! - but I think that fact is what give me a push to write something completely unlike myself. I'm working on getting better at plot, these days - I'd like to write something better and even longer and twistier than this one, but in the meantime, here it is, and I'm still pleased with it.

Still happy to take prompts, by the way!
raven: Karen Gillan as Amy Pond, wearing green and red and looking up (Default)
One of the remaining wedding tasks is figuring out the music. Am currently resisting the urge to replace Mendelssohn with "I knew you were trouble when you walked in".

(Getting married in five weeks! Permanently unemployed in three!)

(Look, some people juggle geese.)



For [personal profile] cosmic_llin, five times Margaret Houlihan was really proud of herself (well-behaved women seldom make history) (also at the AO3);

For [livejournal.com profile] jennygriffee, five episodes of M*A*S*H that Cecil and Carlos watched together (this is radio nowhere)

For [personal profile] philomytha, five four times Simon Illyan nearly resigned (and then it was too late).

And "wild dreams of a new beginning", five times Carlos surprised Cecil, is on the AO3 now as well.
raven: (vorkosigan - creepy planetary conquest)
So I'm still working on the five things fics and lists, but here are the ones I've got so far:

-for [personal profile] hannah, Five best eyebrow raising scenes from the Vorkosigan saga;

-for [personal profile] soupytwist, Five times Carlos surprised Cecil (wild dreams of a new beginning);

-for [personal profile] thingswithwings, five friends Carlos makes in Night Vale (also at the AO3);

-for [personal profile] hedda62, five weather reports from Vorbarr Sultana (with apologies to Night Vale public radio);

-for [personal profile] silverhare, five favourite flights of Arthur Shappey.

In other news - entire day in court, and achieved precisely zilch. Sigh. Although counsel was very nice, and was the first person to join the dots together and offer fortnight-in-advance congratulations on my qualification! So that was nice. (I mean - I am super-conflicted, and to be honest kind of depressed about the whole thing, but, hell. It was nice of him.)
raven: (vorkosigan - will I lose my dignity?)
I've had a lovely and interesting few days, and then a couple of weary-mental-health days, on which more anon; in the meantime please have several thousand words produced as a function of me at my wonderful super maddest.

For [personal profile] hedda62 and [personal profile] bibliotropic, which may be the only other people who share this teeny-tiny fandom nexus. Basically; how do you do a Vorkosigan AU for M*A*S*H? Well, take seventeen uterine replicators and stand well back.

Content note: (skip) This story has non-graphic discussion of rape. For more details, feel free to message me privately.

Fic:: Small Town
by Raven
3500w, gen, Vorkosigan and M*A*S*H. "You know," Hawkeye says, thoughtfully, "I'm allergic to fast-penta. It's natural, not induced. The first time they tried it on me I babbled, I giggled, I gave them two scenes of Hamlet, right down to the flights of angels only with more screaming and crying for my mother."

Illyan stares at him. "Why are you telling me this?"

small town )


Jun. 24th, 2013 11:32 am
raven: subway sign in black and white, text: "Times Square / 42 Street station" (stock - times square)
One of last week’s prompt fics has made it into the big leagues, I've decided: call the roll of the blacked-out lands, M*A*S*H, dystopia fic, Hawkeye/BJ.

What frightens me about M*A*S*H is... well, okay. So, very early on in the show, when Hawkeye and Trapper make up Tuttle ("You might say that all of us together... made up Tuttle!") - actually, can you leave that there? No, you can't. Hawkeye and Trapper make up another unit surgeon out of whole cloth so they can draw his salary and use it to buy medicines for the orphans on the black market, and then are surprised when everyone keeps telling them about the fascinating conversations they've had with Tuttle in the mess tent, and it kinda makes me hurt laughing.

Anyway! So, when they're trying to produce fake papers for him they need to give him a fake birth date, and naturally give him the same birth year as themselves - 1925. And I'm like - 1925. Seriously. Yes, the Korean War was a long time ago, but that little detail really brings that into relief - in the year Hawkeye Pierce was born, the Depression, Prohibition, Nazi Germany, the Cold War, basically the political body of the twentieth century, were all in the future. But the thing is, Hawkeye, barring accidents, could live right into the twenty-first century (and I wrote a fic a couple of years ago where he did just that). He is uniquely temporally situated to know, to really know, there is no war to end all wars.

So that's the dystopian part, I guess. That you can tell this story set now - make it about twenty-five year old surgeons born in the 1980s, and you can tell the same story. That's the idea M*A*S*H engaged with throughout, and it hasn't stopped being relevant.

Anyway, some notes on trying to make a M*A*S*H vid on a rainy weekend when you're trying not to think:

-truth, freedom and the American way of plumbing )

Notes on also spending your rainy avoidant weekend trying to write a Vorkosigan story about all the lady spies that were totally secretly in ImpSec all along, I am not writing this story to hit my own kinks, why would you say such a thing:

-Making up characters’ names is hard. So far I have called them all Vorone, Vortwo, Vorthree and Vorfour in lieu of inspiration. Though the canon does this too – I think it’s A Civil Campaign where Miles makes up some rhetorical Counts and calls them Vorenlightened and Vorstodgy. (Maybe I’ll be passive-aggressive and call them things like Vorbharat and Vorshah and Vorkumar. Someone told me – told me, mind you, not suggested or theorised or interpreted – that “Vorpatril” was some sort of variation on Patel and therefore how could I possibly suggest there wasn’t much in the way of brown people in Bujold’s universe. She’s done a bit better in recent years.)

-So is trying to impose some sort of narrative structure on a story that is basically “lady spies! lady spies! my id let me show you it!” Although speaking of ladies, I came across the most amazing fusion the other day: Vormarlow’s Honour, by [archiveofourown.org profile] Ankaret, in which Antonia Forest’s Marlows are reborn into Bujold’s Nexus. I read Autumn Term a long time ago (and found the other books a little too bizarre to get through), so can’t say much to the Marlows, but I love this idea so much, I wish people would write space opera girls’ own boarding school stories. Imagine the Chalet School as a girls’ finishing school for minor Vor in the Southern Continent. Joey Vorbettany has adventures saving Elisaveta Vorbelsornia from kidnappers trying to make a claim to the Imperium. After Robin’s father, an ImpSec agent, dies on assignment in Jackson’s Whole, they send her away to school for her own protection. They have a special school holiday for the birthday of the District Count. I could do this all day.

-Lady spies! Yes. I’m watching The Americans, which is sort of shaping my plots at the moment, but it’s no bad thing. At this point I am a little too avoidant to watch actual TV that’s on TV now, but if I ever decide to engage with my life again I’m going to pick that back up, alongside Orphan Black. Ladies and plots and espionage! Yes.


Nov. 13th, 2012 11:04 pm
raven: image of India on a globe (politics - india)
Happy Diwali.


That's me in the background; that was Diwali in 2008. I took mithai into work today, and another lawyer stopped by my desk to wish me a happy Diwali, and to thank me because I had reminded her to write to her daughter's girlfriend to wish her a happy Diwali too. What a wonderful world.

As in previous years, I am sorry I cannot ask you all round to my house for food and sparklers and lights. Here are some stories, instead.

Vorkosigan, Ekaterin, gen.

she wouldn't bump her head on things )


making light
Fringe, Peter, Olivia, Astrid, gen.

Peter is eyeing up a jar of Red Vines )


all that you let in
HP, Hermione, gen.

Hermione gave up writing with quill pens )


Extract from public meeting on Utopia Planitia budgetary requirements, 22 October 2364, Earth Shipbuilding and Public Works Commission, United Federation of Planets
Star Trek, gen.

once upon a time )

In the spirit of that last story, here is an image that has been floating around Tumblr and Facebook as "India on Diwali night, as seen from space" and variations thereof. I can't find a source for it and to be honest I have my doubts about whether it really is that.

But - well. There are so many Indians - there are so many religions, there are so many languages, there is so much, there is even this chilly brown diaspora out here in Ultima Thule - that every day, on the ordinary days, we make a lot of light.
raven: image of India on a globe (politics - india)
I have been putting some Vorkosigan trope meme fic from a month or so ago on the AO3, like so:

the last winter (Miles and Ekaterin, apocalypse)

something in the autumn that is native to your blood (Aral and Simon, telepathy)

gendha phool (Simon and Alys, pretending to be married)

A brief note on these. I put "something in the autumn that is native to your blood" on the AO3 pretty soon after I wrote it for [personal profile] philomytha, and "the last winter" I hadn't time to put up until about a week ago. But I had no intention of putting the other one up. When [personal profile] hedda62 and the trope meme yielded "Simon and Alys pretend to be married", I gave Shim a joyful grin and said, "LET ME SING YOU THE SONG OF MY PEOPLE."

We were pottering around making lunch and putting the washing out at the time, and we talked it over while we did that and plotted it with me grinning delightedly most of the time; and later I said to [personal profile] forthwritten, "So.... what do you think the Planet of the Indians would look like?" and they started getting gleeful and we decided instantly that there would be no police force, of course it would be a network of aunties and chachis doing their thing with gusto, of course.

And I wrote it and put it in the comment box and didn't post it anywhere else, because of course it is self-indulgent idfic. Isn't it?

But, then, saat phere, Alys says in this story: she's talking about the seven times you walk around the flames in a Hindu marriage ceremony. A little more than a year from now I will do that: I'll stand up in front of a hundred people and walk around those flames, and when I sit down again I'll be married in the eyes of my people. The folk-etymological derivation for the ceremony is that the seven times symbolise the seven lifetimes you'll go through together, and while this is logistically complicated (what if you're not on the same reincarnation cycle as your partner? and believe me this is the sort of thing Hindus and their religious leaders worry about) I believe in the spirit of that idea: that you walk around those flames in place of walking through them, you come through irrevocably changed. That's not self-indulgent. It's not for whimsy that Shim and I will become part of one another. And I was raised as a daughter of the oldest continuous religious tradition on earth, and of one of its oldest, richest, most flamboyant cultures.

So I have been promising myself in this tentative adulthood that I will keep track of this, the slow decolonisation of the mind, and my little story is silly and light but not because of its content, so it goes on the AO3 as a "real" story, with thanks to [personal profile] hedda62 and everyone else: gendha phool, with some amendments from when it was written first.

For those wondering about the title, I recommend Google image search. Those people later down the page are the cast of my mother's favourite soap opera, Sasuraal Genda Phool! The nice-looking chap in the glasses has amnesia, it is the BEST.
raven: white text on green and yellow background: "ten points from Gryffindor for destroying my soul" (sbp - destroying my soul)
Soup and writing fanfic really do make everything better. Still can't seem to sleep though. The next batch:

for [personal profile] avendya, Vorkosigan apocalypse fic (mostly Miles and Ekaterin)

for [personal profile] musesfool, Sirius/Remus, amnesia (oh OTP of my heart, etc.)

for [livejournal.com profile] avanti_90, Aral and Alys, historical AU

for [livejournal.com profile] doomlizard, Cabin Pressure, Martin, Douglas and Carolyn and accidental-baby-acquisition

Again, they vary in length from drabbles to full-length stories.

Vaguely relatedly, at least to the Simon-and-Alys-visit-the-Planet-of-the-Indians story in the last post, [personal profile] forthwritten now thinks I should write a whole novel about INDIANS IN SPAAAAACE.

(Quite my favourite things about week-before-last's Doctor Who was the INDIANS IN SPACE.) Everything is better with extra Indians. I mean, have you met Indians. We're hilarious.

We're pretty cool though.

raven: (vorkosigan - will I lose my dignity?)
In two parts because of LJ's posting limits.

fic:: the winter here is cold, and bitter
by Raven
17,000w, Vorkosigan - for trigger warnings please see part one.

back to part one

rank amateurism )

notes )
raven: (vorkosigan - creepy planetary conquest)
Hey, I wrote a story about SPIES! And finally amended it, today, after work on my desk with my best for-work red pen!

Notes and acknowledgements go at the end, for once - there are rather a lot. Suffice it to say I am very grateful to [personal profile] philomytha, [personal profile] forthwritten and [livejournal.com profile] shimgray for their help with this story.

No spoilers for… well, anything past Cordelia's Honor, actually. Here are the trigger warning notes, please bear in mind they are VERY spoilery for the story itself: (skip) strong references to suicide.
As usual, please feel free to email/message for clarification.

In two parts because of LJ's posting limits. The link to part 2 is at the bottom.

fic:: the winter here is cold, and bitter
by Raven
17,000w, Vorkosigan saga. Simon Illyan & Aral Vorkosigan, and Cordelia. Simon Illyan is loyal, loved, and a perfect spy. One of these things is not as true as the others.

people don't dare have sex with me )
raven: white text on green and yellow background: "ten points from Gryffindor for destroying my soul" (sbp - destroying my soul)
I am running a severe sleep deficit. Some brief notes before I flump into bed:

1. My parents had been making pointed remarks about the last time I was home; I indignantly said it wasn't THAT long ago and then realised it was for [personal profile] hathycol's hen party. She has now been married for six months. Er. Yeah. Work was a little difficult today - we're doing a large freehold transfer somewhere in Northumberland.

("Where in Northumberland?" I asked.

"Er... we're not sure? Perhaps you could SIM..."

"SIM" stands for search of index map. It's a very clever trick wherein you mark up your plan in red ink, scan it in, email it attached to a form and you get a reply two days later telling you what registered land is within the marked-up area. (It helps to have a steady hand. I once accidentally marked up a sewage works.) Any day where someone tries to make you SIM the entirety of a ceremonial county is a bad day. I also was asked to look into an issue of mineral rights vesting extra-freehold - found nothing, but got roadblocked in in precise echo of the person who looked into it before me, which was bleakly reassuring.)

And after the bad day was over I had to drive 210 miles mostly in the dark, and I ended up listening to a lot of podfic, but I did make it. I have too short an attention span to listen to podfic usually, but while driving it's perfect, and I don't suppose I've had anyone read me a story for many, many years. It was a bright spot in my otherwise quite-difficult day.

2. I left a very silly prompt (one of many) on the Bujold ficathon on the AO3; [personal profile] hedda62 has been writing a response which, she says, was growing in length and theme out of all proportion from the original prompt. And that is absolutely true, but nonetheless:

L'oiseau qui vole, by [archiveofourown.org profile] hedda62.
Aral, in a fit of wickedness, assigns someone to follow Simon everywhere and keep notes, to see how he likes it.

The summary was my prompt - but this is actually not silly at all. It's a love story, kinky and dark and multiply complex, that leaves me done in with the rightness of it. 'ware warnings. But lovely, lovely.

3. Speaking of silly, [personal profile] forthwritten, [personal profile] happydork and I are writing epic repressed homophobic romance in middle America. I just wanted to tell you all that. It's the best. Like [personal profile] happydork, if I were still living in America I couldn't have written it. (While we both still were, we used to ring each other up to hear each other's accents. And complain about - well, everything. It was also the best.)

4. I am running a sleep deficit because, well, this was my first week at a new job; I also have been running out in the evenings to do various things, such as going to the farewells of the cohort in the year above mine (today, September 7th, means I am now less than a year from qualification, ARGH); and also because I have spent the last week and a half using time I don't really have to write Vorkosigan fic with MELODRAMATIC ESPIONAGE. It is long and very MELODRAMATIC. It's my version of the Simon-and-Aral story, really, and I'm rather discouraged about it at the moment. That might be the sleep-deprivation, but, blaaaah. Cannot write. Cannot think about writing. Head stuffed full of plans and leases.

Okay. Tomorrow. SPY STORY YAY. Those fic commentaries I have owed for, like, ever. And maybe whole hours at a time not thinking about land transactions.

edited to add: yuletide brainstorming! Already! My only thought for this year so far is Code Name Verity. What do y'all want? I have no idea right now.
raven: (vorkosigan - will I lose my dignity?)
I spent my whole Bank Holiday Monday reading Captain Vorpatril's Alliance, and it was wonderful and I have no regrets.

long, spoilery review )

It's not as good as Memory, Komarr or A Civil Campaign. It doesn't break new ground in the way they did. But it's a warm, loving book in a way some of the space operas aren't. It has a heart to it and I enjoyed it very much.
raven: (vorkosigan - will I lose my dignity?)
For the most part today has been an unsuccessful day - I went in to work feeling like hell, Illya took one look and said, "Migraine, is it?" with his best deliberately-Russian-accented asperity, I went home and cleaned the kitchen and bathroom mostly out of feeling-like-hell guilt and general sub-optimal mental health.

But... I wrote something for [community profile] kink_bingo? After several years of trying? Of course it's gen, because I can't do anything right, but hell.

NB. There are no warnings for non-con/dubcon on this story, because there is none in it - but nevertheless it is a story that deals peripherally about consent. Email me/send me a message if you'd like more info.

fic:: a clipped piece of silver
by Raven
2000w, Vorkosigan, gen, Cordelia, Aral and Simon Illyan. "I've commanded men." Cordelia nodded. "And women, and others. Not toys, or playthings. Human beings put to no one's use."

in retrospect it was a combination of factors )
raven: (vorkosigan - will I lose my dignity?)
Vorkosigan daemon AU! Because I can.

(Spoilers up to Cryoburn - but I haven't read Captain Vorpatril's Alliance, so please don't spoil me!)

Fic:: Concerning Flight
by Raven
1500w, Vorkosigan saga, gen. Some Vorkosigan women and their daemons.

there's a fairy-tale on Beta about a child whose daemon settled as a fish )
raven: (vorkosigan - creepy planetary conquest)
A while ago, [personal profile] petra wrote a fab little drabble in which Miles and Ivan attempt to give Gregor a dinosaur as a Winterfair present. I was totally delighted, and got to wondering about all the other gifts Gregor must have been given at one point or another. Shim takes credit for the title.

Fic:: Offerings
by Raven
4000w, Vorkosigan saga, gen, ensemble. Some things, animal, vegetable, mineral, embarrassing, intangible, literary, priceless, that Gregor received as gifts while Emperor of Barrayar.

why is it that horrible colour? )
raven: subway sign in black and white, text: "Times Square / 42 Street station" (stock - times square)
Helloooooo, you guys. I have left Ithaca and I am HAVING FEELINGS ABOUT THAT. More on which anon. Aren't you lucky.

But for right now, something quick. [personal profile] jadelennox posted this prompt for the The People With Disabilities Being Awesome Comment Fest: Vorkosiverse: Simon Illyan and Alys Vorpatril meet old friends of Simon's he doesn't remember. Alys is awesome and Alys.

That was for [community profile] three_weeks_for_dw, and I wrote this, er, three weeks ago. For those who saw the original version, this is slightly different; I wrote it first straight into the comment box with no editing or spellcheck, so, y'know.

fic:: deep as I have been done
by Raven
1600w, Vorkosigan, Simon/Alys. "What's the first thing you remember?"

the first thing )
raven: (vorkosigan - creepy planetary conquest)
You guuuuys, this was going to be a 500-word piece of plotless fluff. Then this happened.

Fic:: Hold
by Raven
3000w, Vorkosigan saga, multi. Cordelia, Aral and Simon Illyan: working out the steps of the dance.

he's leaning against the wall, arms folded )
raven: (politics - this shit)
As predicted, despite the last-minute dashing about, no polling card came for me. I am still kicking myself hard for having been stupid enough to disenfranchise myself; so, you know, could we hold off a little on if-you-didn't-vote-you-should-be-ashamed and you-lost-every-right-to-complain-for-the-next-ever, because it's not that I don't agree with you, but I'm there in that place already, okay? I tried.

In other news, I have one exam down. As usual, I couldn't sleep till four am the night before and went for it with the barrelling force of will that sleeplessness entails, and you know, it wasn't the worst thing. It was a surprisingly humane exam - in form, rather than substance, with a hour's reading time, no writing permitted, to begin with, which is a genius idea because it forces you to think about what you're doing. Eight questions, most of them okayish, I missed the point of one of them entirely and there was another one I think didn't have a point.

(Seriously. It was the first question on the paper and I was finding it baffling, so I left it till the end and came back to it with about eleven minutes to spare. For the first eight of those I wrote a paragraph about nothing in particular, and with three minutes to spare I had a genius idea and wrote "Overbreadth!" Just like that! With the exclamation mark! And didn't deign to explain how or why or in relation to what the statute was overbroad, but you can't have everything in life. Baby E later confessed to having done almost the exact same thing, which was cheering.

Also, the one where I missed the point was interesting to none but other people who care about constitutional law and the Establishment Clause, so I'm cutting it )

I could write here about how everything is making me cranky - I didn't get to vote! iTunes is refusing to let me listen to music I paid for, why didn't I just torrent it! USPS want to charge me $175 to ship my books home! migraine migraine MIGRAINE! - but maybe I just won't. The music I am trying and failing to listen to is "Sigh No More", the Mumford & Sons album, and I really, really like it. It's fabulous, affirming stuff - seriously, you can sing along and feel very definitive about everything - that sounds sort of like a cross between Dar Williams and the Gaslight Anthem. Like the Gaslight Anthem got on stage, anyway, with a trumpet and some string instruments, and tried to pretend they were an English folk band.

To alleviate the cranky, I have been reading aaaaaaall the Vorkosigan fic, as you've all probably guessed, so I will leave you with some recs so this isn't just a post about how I have a headache and my life is so unfair.

Aral Vorkosigan's Dog by [archiveofourown.org profile] philomytha
I mentioned this the other day, when I was still reading it, so this is the rec. I really, really enjoyed this. It's novel-length, about Illyan and Aral during the Escobaran war, and like I said the other day, it's sort of like a love story, only with a different kind of love at the centre of it: it's about how Illyan the neutral, human-computer observer finally takes a side, and why. It's about loyalty, and fidelity, and a kind of ownership. There's this scene in it, which I completely adore, where Illyan, exhausted, falls asleep on a chair and during the course of the night slips off it - and on waking, berates himself for literally sleeping on the floor by Aral Vorkosigan's feet. It's both hilarious and very poignant.

A Deeper Season / What Passing Bells by [archiveofourown.org profile] lightgetsin and [archiveofourown.org profile] sahiya.
Is there anyone left who hasn't read these by now? Regardless, they're great: both novel length, with many side-pieces and sequels. Miles/Gregor, going AU from Memory, and while they do wipe Laisa from existence they don't, to my delight, wipe out Ekaterin - she's there and her usual amazing self. My favourite of all the bits and bobs is A Place To Stand, a lovely, fascinating short story. (The funny thing is, these are all so good that I love them to pieces despite the fact I don't buy the major premise: Miles and Gregor are adorable, and no they're not that related, but I have trouble getting behind the pairing when the two of them are foster-brothers; effectively, they have the same parents. I mention this only in case someone else has the same hang-up and isn't reading for that reason.)

Warrant For A Day's Leave by [archiveofourown.org profile] jetta_e_rus.
Aral/Simon set shortly after the latter gets out of prison. Ridiculously sweet and heartwarming and in no way ignores Cordelia. I really liked it.

The Earring by [archiveofourown.org profile] philomytha
I read this and immediately recced it to [personal profile] gavagai, because omgyes. The author's summary is "Aral and Cordelia on a state visit to Beta Colony", which is true as far as it goes, but. Yes. Much love.

Oh, and while I'm here, I got three stories from Remix! Home (the don't look back remix), a remix of my story Pomegranate, which is about Uhura, and Amanda, and tells me things I didn't know about them.It's short and lovely.

And from Remix Madness: The Gardener (the Singing TARDIS Overdub), a remix of Sweetpeas, and I love this SO MUCH, it's about Rory and it's about the TARDIS, oh, so much love; and Be My Love (the first and last time remix), a remix of will you stay with me, will you be my love, and it's Doctor/River and again with the LOVE. I suspect these two are written by the same person. Time will tell.

Right. I need to go back to work sometime ever.

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