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Something to Talk About by Mary the Fan (R)
Fandom: POPSLASH
Pairing: Chris/Lance
Length: 12,000 words
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marythefan
Author Website:
Why this must be read: For my final rec I'm reccing one of my favourite fics ever - a trickyfish of my heart. It's just gorgeous. I want to marry this fic in a long frilly white frock that looks suspiciously like a meringue and I might even promise to obey because we’re doing that terrible old fashioned kind of wedding and know we’re going to love each other til we can’t see each other because of the cataracts.
A clueless over-protective Chris who had no idea that Lance was gay. Now he knows he's worried. About Lance. Probably. And himself. Sorta.
"He didn't tell anybody," Chris says, pushing his free hand up under his bandanna and through his hair, dropping his head back against the mattress. It's suddenly an effort to keep his voice steady. "Because we weren't talking about it. Jesus."
Chris remembers this feeling of helplessness, although he's only ever related it to hollowness in his own stomach and 11-year-old hands roughened by farm work and edged with paper cuts from the brown bags at the grocery store that paid him under the table because he was too young to be on the books. And in solving that problem, he'd managed to create a whole new one, the same fame and fortune that freed his family creating a cage for Lance. He laughs, short and sharp and ugly.
Something to Talk About
Pairing: Chris/Lance
Length: 12,000 words
Author on LJ:
marythefanAuthor Website:
Why this must be read: For my final rec I'm reccing one of my favourite fics ever - a trickyfish of my heart. It's just gorgeous. I want to marry this fic in a long frilly white frock that looks suspiciously like a meringue and I might even promise to obey because we’re doing that terrible old fashioned kind of wedding and know we’re going to love each other til we can’t see each other because of the cataracts.
A clueless over-protective Chris who had no idea that Lance was gay. Now he knows he's worried. About Lance. Probably. And himself. Sorta.
"He didn't tell anybody," Chris says, pushing his free hand up under his bandanna and through his hair, dropping his head back against the mattress. It's suddenly an effort to keep his voice steady. "Because we weren't talking about it. Jesus."
Chris remembers this feeling of helplessness, although he's only ever related it to hollowness in his own stomach and 11-year-old hands roughened by farm work and edged with paper cuts from the brown bags at the grocery store that paid him under the table because he was too young to be on the books. And in solving that problem, he'd managed to create a whole new one, the same fame and fortune that freed his family creating a cage for Lance. He laughs, short and sharp and ugly.
Something to Talk About