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crack_van2006-05-16 11:40 pm
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Ladykiller by Isis (NC-17)
Fandom: Callum Keith Rennie/Hugh Dillon RPF
Pairing: CKR/HD
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
isiscolo
Author's website: hieroglyFICS
Why this must be read: Well, this story answers the age old questions: What if Callum didn't just play serial killers? What if he was a serial killer? Okay, so they're not really age old questions, but it's a fantastic premise for a story that works so well. It's told from Hugh's point of view so it's a skewed perspective on what's happening - or what Hugh thinks is happening. So is Callum a serial killer or does he just play them in movies?
"I've heard wonderful things about your upcoming movie, too. Unnatural and Accidental, huh. I can't wait to see it!" Then she cocks her head and purses her lips a little. "But really, don't you think it's time to move on to a different sort of role? I mean, don't you get tired of being bad guys and serial killers?"
"He's not really a fucking serial killer," interjects Hugh. "He just plays one in the movies."
They all laugh, but it sounds pretty fucking fake, even to an actor's ears. Callum signs a bar napkin for the chick, and she bats her eyelashes at him and says, "I've got to go home now, but it was fantastic to meet you! You're even cuter in person than you are on screen!"
Hugh makes a gagging face where she can't see, and Callum gives him a weird look and then turns to the girl. "Well, if you're heading out, I'll walk you to your car."
She gives him this five-hundred-watt smile and takes his arm, and anyone who doesn't know Callum as well as Hugh does would never see the flinch, but he walks her to the door and they go outside.
Hugh smokes while he waits, almost a whole fucking cigarette, until finally, fucking finally, the door opens and Callum comes back in, and catches his eye and smiles as he heads back across the room.
Hugh wouldn't swear to it - he's been a musician for so long that his hearing's not so good any more - but he's pretty sure that just before the door opened, he heard a gunshot.
But there is no fucking way he'll say that to Callum.
Ladykiller
Pairing: CKR/HD
Author on LJ:
isiscoloAuthor's website: hieroglyFICS
Why this must be read: Well, this story answers the age old questions: What if Callum didn't just play serial killers? What if he was a serial killer? Okay, so they're not really age old questions, but it's a fantastic premise for a story that works so well. It's told from Hugh's point of view so it's a skewed perspective on what's happening - or what Hugh thinks is happening. So is Callum a serial killer or does he just play them in movies?
"I've heard wonderful things about your upcoming movie, too. Unnatural and Accidental, huh. I can't wait to see it!" Then she cocks her head and purses her lips a little. "But really, don't you think it's time to move on to a different sort of role? I mean, don't you get tired of being bad guys and serial killers?"
"He's not really a fucking serial killer," interjects Hugh. "He just plays one in the movies."
They all laugh, but it sounds pretty fucking fake, even to an actor's ears. Callum signs a bar napkin for the chick, and she bats her eyelashes at him and says, "I've got to go home now, but it was fantastic to meet you! You're even cuter in person than you are on screen!"
Hugh makes a gagging face where she can't see, and Callum gives him a weird look and then turns to the girl. "Well, if you're heading out, I'll walk you to your car."
She gives him this five-hundred-watt smile and takes his arm, and anyone who doesn't know Callum as well as Hugh does would never see the flinch, but he walks her to the door and they go outside.
Hugh smokes while he waits, almost a whole fucking cigarette, until finally, fucking finally, the door opens and Callum comes back in, and catches his eye and smiles as he heads back across the room.
Hugh wouldn't swear to it - he's been a musician for so long that his hearing's not so good any more - but he's pretty sure that just before the door opened, he heard a gunshot.
But there is no fucking way he'll say that to Callum.
Ladykiller
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