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Stronger by Vienna Waits (NC17)
Fandom: DUE SOUTH
Pairing: Flashback to Mort/OMC
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vienna_waits
Author Website: Here and Author's memoried fic here.
Why this must be read:
{Author warns for - Graphic m/m rape of a minor. Graphic noncon m/m between two minors. Graphic violence. Virulent anti-Semitism. Partially set at a concentration camp. Parts of this story are extremely disturbing.}
There are very few Mort-centric fics around. This story handles both the quirky tone of the character along with his, briefly mentioned in canon, concentration camp backstory. The author does a great job at maintaining Mort's voice in both then and now, as well as the brief appearance by Lieutenant Welsh. The usualness of the present day scene violently contrasts with the flashback to his time at Auschwitz, and the shift in tone partway through works very effectively.
The events in flashback are both powerful and dark (Author's warnings included above) with a very visceral, disturbing edge. Yet Mort is still Mort, and his actions in the last scene at the morgue reaffirms not just his survival but himself as the slightly odd, opera-singing coroner that he is.
I always enjoy it when I meet someone for the first time, especially if we’re somewhere nice, like a restaurant or the opera house, and I am asked what I do for a living. “I’m a coroner,” I say happily, and then I watch the reaction: my conversational partner usually recoils and looks down at the floor and fumbles around for something to say. Once I made a lady drop her champagne glass during intermission. Fortunately, it missed both her dress and her shoes. I would hate to be responsible for ruining a fine pair of Manolo Blahniks.
I don’t understand why people are so frightened by my job. It’s actually a very pleasant working environment. None of my customers ever tells me to hurry up or threatens to call the manager, and no one minds if I sing while I work. On the whole, it’s quite peaceful, which is more than I can say for the rest of the precinct.
Stronger
Pairing: Flashback to Mort/OMC
Author on LJ:
vienna_waitsAuthor Website: Here and Author's memoried fic here.
Why this must be read:
{Author warns for - Graphic m/m rape of a minor. Graphic noncon m/m between two minors. Graphic violence. Virulent anti-Semitism. Partially set at a concentration camp. Parts of this story are extremely disturbing.}
There are very few Mort-centric fics around. This story handles both the quirky tone of the character along with his, briefly mentioned in canon, concentration camp backstory. The author does a great job at maintaining Mort's voice in both then and now, as well as the brief appearance by Lieutenant Welsh. The usualness of the present day scene violently contrasts with the flashback to his time at Auschwitz, and the shift in tone partway through works very effectively.
The events in flashback are both powerful and dark (Author's warnings included above) with a very visceral, disturbing edge. Yet Mort is still Mort, and his actions in the last scene at the morgue reaffirms not just his survival but himself as the slightly odd, opera-singing coroner that he is.
I always enjoy it when I meet someone for the first time, especially if we’re somewhere nice, like a restaurant or the opera house, and I am asked what I do for a living. “I’m a coroner,” I say happily, and then I watch the reaction: my conversational partner usually recoils and looks down at the floor and fumbles around for something to say. Once I made a lady drop her champagne glass during intermission. Fortunately, it missed both her dress and her shoes. I would hate to be responsible for ruining a fine pair of Manolo Blahniks.
I don’t understand why people are so frightened by my job. It’s actually a very pleasant working environment. None of my customers ever tells me to hurry up or threatens to call the manager, and no one minds if I sing while I work. On the whole, it’s quite peaceful, which is more than I can say for the rest of the precinct.
Stronger
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