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A Half-Wolf's Christmas in Chicago by Simplystars (G)
Fandom: DUE SOUTH
Pairing: Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski (in the background)
Length: A little over 1,000 words
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simplystars
Author Website: Her Fic Index
Why this must be read:
First of all, there can't never be enough Dief-centric fics in the world.
Written from Dief's POV,simplystars uses the 'Five Things' genre to give us a full picture of how our favourite half-wold sees the world. This is a very sweet and funny fic as Dief compares Christmas in Chicago and up in the Northwest Territories. What elevates this story to awesome is how Stars doesn't forget that Dief is part-wolf. As a result, there is a certain edge to his observations that keeps the story from becoming sappy.
A worthy read.
Dief loves the snow. When the autumn weather begins to turn, scenting the air crisp and cold with the promise of winter to come, he wants to caper and cavort and howl with anticipation.
If he is at home at the cabin with Benton, Dief will yip the canine equivalent of later and be off, sometimes for days. He trots away purposefully, nose to the ground, tracking the closest pack of his brethren. Once out of Benton's sight, he quickens his pace, stretching into a ground-covering lope that will tax his city-softened physique. He runs and runs until his muscles burn, until his lungs bellow in air-sucking rhythm.
Perhaps he will join the others, or perhaps not. At times he is content with a distant camaraderie, preferring to snap at the first fat flakes of snow that fall to the ground, or to shovel his nose along a scent-rich tunnel to flush his prey. Then Dief will hunt, jaws flashing with carnivorous intent rather than domestic good humor.
Afterwards he will roll in the snow, kicking and pawing and rubbing his face until his fur is once again spotless. He will stand and shake away the excess, and return to Benton, leaving nothing behind to mark his passage except a patch of pink-stained snow.
A Half-Wolf Christmas in Chicago (Link goes to the due South Seekrit Santa Archive)
Pairing: Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski (in the background)
Length: A little over 1,000 words
Author on LJ:
simplystarsAuthor Website: Her Fic Index
Why this must be read:
First of all, there can't never be enough Dief-centric fics in the world.
Written from Dief's POV,
simplystars uses the 'Five Things' genre to give us a full picture of how our favourite half-wold sees the world. This is a very sweet and funny fic as Dief compares Christmas in Chicago and up in the Northwest Territories. What elevates this story to awesome is how Stars doesn't forget that Dief is part-wolf. As a result, there is a certain edge to his observations that keeps the story from becoming sappy. A worthy read.
Dief loves the snow. When the autumn weather begins to turn, scenting the air crisp and cold with the promise of winter to come, he wants to caper and cavort and howl with anticipation.
If he is at home at the cabin with Benton, Dief will yip the canine equivalent of later and be off, sometimes for days. He trots away purposefully, nose to the ground, tracking the closest pack of his brethren. Once out of Benton's sight, he quickens his pace, stretching into a ground-covering lope that will tax his city-softened physique. He runs and runs until his muscles burn, until his lungs bellow in air-sucking rhythm.
Perhaps he will join the others, or perhaps not. At times he is content with a distant camaraderie, preferring to snap at the first fat flakes of snow that fall to the ground, or to shovel his nose along a scent-rich tunnel to flush his prey. Then Dief will hunt, jaws flashing with carnivorous intent rather than domestic good humor.
Afterwards he will roll in the snow, kicking and pawing and rubbing his face until his fur is once again spotless. He will stand and shake away the excess, and return to Benton, leaving nothing behind to mark his passage except a patch of pink-stained snow.
A Half-Wolf Christmas in Chicago (Link goes to the due South Seekrit Santa Archive)