To Remember For Always (Will/Bran | PG | 5,623 words) has Bran gradually regaining his memories. The description is vivid and colorful, which is how I always remember the tone of the books being. And the story is gradual so it's more of a coming to the senses than a grand surprise.

Excerpt:
"What do you think, Bran?" Ceridwen appealed.

He raised his eyebrows at her. "You are asking a shepherd's son how he feels about foxes?"

"Oh, bah." She flapped a hand dismissively. "Foxes don't carry off sheep."

The milgwn do. It was so strong and certain a thought that he nearly said it aloud to city-bred Ceridwen, who had probably never even heard of the great grey foxes of the mountaintops. In his mind flashed a sudden picture of a rangy dog fox, grinning, tongue lolling, muzzle splashed with red blood. Abrupt fury at the fox washed over him, and then with the image it was gone past grasping.

He bit back the words that rose in him, confused, and realized the girls were still waiting for a response. "Still a nuisance, they are," he managed, and heard it come out of his mouth light and normal.

Ice Cold (Bran-Will, Aziraphale | PG | 4,020 words) goes along with In the Bleak Midwinter and Shades of Grey. In it, Bran meets with Aziraphale and Will to witness something. I do like the different portrayal of Will and Bran's relationship without it feeling forced. And, thankfully since I want happy endings, this story offers a ray of hope for Bran and Will that "Shades of Grey" doesn't.

Excerpt:
'I don't answer to the Dark,' Will said haughtily.

The angel began to laugh. Bran looked at Will's expression and felt like laughing too.

'My dear boy,' the angel said. 'I'm a friend of Merriman's. How is the old reprobate?'

'He's an angel, Will. Have you lost your sight?' Bran said mockingly, and Will scowled, opening his mouth to say something.

'I do understand it's traditional for young men to metaphorically compare the size of their -- equipment,' the angel said dryly, 'but do let's not stand around here all day.'

Will and Bran looked at him, and exchanged glances.

'"Equipment?"' Will mouthed.

'You English are very prudish,' Bran said, and saw a quick grin flit over Will's face. For a moment he felt sorry they were no longer friends.

In the Bleak Midwinter (Will-Crowley | PG | 1,625 words | sequel is Shades of Grey), is a meeting between Will and Crowley that's just nifty.

Excerpt:
"You really are freezing, aren't you? Here. Take my hand."

Will found he could move again, and looked at the outheld hand. He felt very strongly that he did not want to touch it, and shrank back.

"Oh, for Heav-- Look. Just take my blessed hand, will you? You're not going to catch anything."

Slowly, Will put one of his blue hands in the man's hand, shuddering a little as fingers closed firmly around his own. Warmth surged through him, and feeling rushed painfully back into his hands and feet. He whimpered a little, and the man laughed cruelly as he put both hands back on the wheel.

Long Way to Go (Will/Bran | PG | 1,260 words) is about Will. It's got an experimental style that works. Everytime I read this, I find something new or different. It's got a lot of the lovely use of symbolism that was in the original series as well as things left unsaid.

Excerpt:
"Where are we?" asked Will looking out of the window. It was still raining, a continuous soporific counterpoint to the rise and fall of the train wheels that had left him in a half drowse since Bath.

"Outside Bristol," said the woman. "Cardiff soon, see, then up into Snowdon and the smaller stops beyond."

Will thanked her and said "I wasn't asleep long, then?"

The woman tutted but gave no other reply. She turned more cards. The Magician. The Wheel. The Lovers. The part of Will that was as old as time shivered. The part that was a nineteen year old just scant months from attending Cambridge shrugged and turned to look out the window.

Waiting, sequel is Hoping (Will/Jane, Will/Bran | PG13 | 1,852 words) is the end of Will and Jane's relationship from Will's perspective. I like it because, while Will and Jane are both good people, it just doesn't work out. And Jane understands where Will doesn't. It's a...quiet sort of story.

Excerpt:
He'd been visiting Clwyd since he was twelve years old. Even after the novelty of visiting his uncle's farm had worn off, Will had still gone to Clwyd.

To see Bran.

And that was what had driven Jane to break it off with him. Not that that made any more sense than anything else that had been happening of late.

They'd gotten into an argument two nights before, him and Jane. Jane had been upset about something -- Will couldn't even remember what, now -- and the argument had gotten out of hand. One moment, Jane had been yelling at him about going into town the next day and then she'd suddenly cried out, "And I don't know why you insist on going back to Wales every summer."

Of Loving Bondage (Will/Bran | R | 1,416 words) pokes gentle fun at the idea of Bran getting his memories back when he and Will have sex. Will is amusingly real -- slightly petty and sarcastic. Will and Merrriman's conversation is great too.

Excerpt:
Perhaps it was exhaustion, or nervousness, or suppressed and pent-up emotions, or the fact that he'd just had really great sex and consequently didn't give a damn what happened to him. But whatever the reason, Will didn't hang his head in shame. Instead, he propped himself up on his elbows and glared at Merriman with all the anger he could muster.

"What have I done?" he snapped. "What have I done? I certainly never asked for him to get his memories back! In fact, it makes my life a hell of a lot more complicated, and having you looming over me, looking like you wished that sodomy was still a hanging crime in this country--which it's not, so don't go getting any ideas--doesn't do much to UNCOMPLICATE things!"

Merriman remained unmoved by the sudden outburst. "Will, it's the fourth time it's happened this week."