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Toasted by Raven (FRAO)
Fandom - MAGNIFICENT SEVEN
Pairing - Chris/Buck
Length - PWP – less than 2,000 words
Author on LJ - unknown
Author’s website - http://www.cadarnle.myby.co.uk/Raven/
Why this must be read – For my second rec I'm choosing Toasted by Raven. Why? Well, firstly, she is a perfect example of some of the great writers we have in our fandom, who I wish would write more.(What I would REALLY love to rec to you would be her Ghosts of the Federation, but sadly it is still a WIP. *sigh*)
Secondly, she is so good at getting inside the boys’ heads, I particularly love her Chris voice in this short work.
And thirdly, the ending of this is so sweet!
Chris stared sourly at his glass. There were times when he could cheerfully shoot JD.
The kid was nowhere in sight, and frankly, that annoyed him more than seeing him would. Or maybe not. He spent a few seconds trying to decide whether seeing him and wanting to shoot him and not being able to, or actively getting up, hunting him down and wanting to shoot him would be more annoying. If he stayed here, he could get another drink. Hunting JD down won out, marginally, on the more annoying stakes, and Chris slopped another shot into his glass, then drained it. He frowned. Why did he bother with the glass?
"I'm thinking that's not as much fun as you'd like." Buck parked himself kitty corner to Chris, leaning his elbows on the table and taking up far more space than was probable, or convenient. Chris reached to move the bottle, but Buck got to it first. "Huh. The bad stuff."
"Oh, I finished the bad stuff a while back," Chris confided. He raised the glass in salute, then swooped in to drink the last drops. The glass wasn't quite where his eyes expected, but hand and mouth were used to this, and coordinated themselves despite him. He slapped it, empty, down in front of Buck.
"Don't mind if I do." He poured a shot into Chris's glass, and before Chris could grab it, drank it himself. His mouth quirked. "You weren't kidding. Whooo-ee." He poured another glass and pushed it towards Chris, who glowered but took it and drank it down, dropping the glass with more force than he intended onto the table.
Buck grinned. "What're you gonna do to get home, Larabee? Roll?"
Toasted
Pairing - Chris/Buck
Length - PWP – less than 2,000 words
Author on LJ - unknown
Author’s website - http://www.cadarnle.myby.co.uk/Raven/
Why this must be read – For my second rec I'm choosing Toasted by Raven. Why? Well, firstly, she is a perfect example of some of the great writers we have in our fandom, who I wish would write more.(What I would REALLY love to rec to you would be her Ghosts of the Federation, but sadly it is still a WIP. *sigh*)
Secondly, she is so good at getting inside the boys’ heads, I particularly love her Chris voice in this short work.
And thirdly, the ending of this is so sweet!
Chris stared sourly at his glass. There were times when he could cheerfully shoot JD.
The kid was nowhere in sight, and frankly, that annoyed him more than seeing him would. Or maybe not. He spent a few seconds trying to decide whether seeing him and wanting to shoot him and not being able to, or actively getting up, hunting him down and wanting to shoot him would be more annoying. If he stayed here, he could get another drink. Hunting JD down won out, marginally, on the more annoying stakes, and Chris slopped another shot into his glass, then drained it. He frowned. Why did he bother with the glass?
"I'm thinking that's not as much fun as you'd like." Buck parked himself kitty corner to Chris, leaning his elbows on the table and taking up far more space than was probable, or convenient. Chris reached to move the bottle, but Buck got to it first. "Huh. The bad stuff."
"Oh, I finished the bad stuff a while back," Chris confided. He raised the glass in salute, then swooped in to drink the last drops. The glass wasn't quite where his eyes expected, but hand and mouth were used to this, and coordinated themselves despite him. He slapped it, empty, down in front of Buck.
"Don't mind if I do." He poured a shot into Chris's glass, and before Chris could grab it, drank it himself. His mouth quirked. "You weren't kidding. Whooo-ee." He poured another glass and pushed it towards Chris, who glowered but took it and drank it down, dropping the glass with more force than he intended onto the table.
Buck grinned. "What're you gonna do to get home, Larabee? Roll?"
Toasted
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