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Francis Crawford of Lymond, the (Zombie) Master of Culter, by minnow1212 (PG)
Fandom: LYMOND CHRONICLES
Pairing: Gen. Lymond, Will Scott.
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minnow1212
Author Website: NA
Why this must be read: If you'd asked me, I wouldn't have said it was possible. But this is Lymond crackfic, and it's good. Bizarre and funny and utterly in keeping with the original.
"Lymond himself settled into outlawry as if born to it, running his band with a firm hand and a sharp tongue--though admittedly his tongue would sometimes fall out in the middle of a multilingual diatribe. As his new follower Will Scott found out, a man picking up his own tongue off the ground isn’t intimidating, but the threat of brain-eating will keep even the roughest outlaw in check. Scott settled into the camp after an unnerving initial interview with Lymond, who cast an ironical cornflower blue gaze over him (one eye fell out in the middle of the inspection, and stared piercingly at Scott from the mud) and asked if Scott had perhaps confused his words-that-started-with-zed and was looking for the camp of a zealot, not a zombie, before accepting him."
Francis Crawford of Lymond, the (Zombie) Master of Culter
Pairing: Gen. Lymond, Will Scott.
Author on LJ:
minnow1212 Author Website: NA
Why this must be read: If you'd asked me, I wouldn't have said it was possible. But this is Lymond crackfic, and it's good. Bizarre and funny and utterly in keeping with the original.
"Lymond himself settled into outlawry as if born to it, running his band with a firm hand and a sharp tongue--though admittedly his tongue would sometimes fall out in the middle of a multilingual diatribe. As his new follower Will Scott found out, a man picking up his own tongue off the ground isn’t intimidating, but the threat of brain-eating will keep even the roughest outlaw in check. Scott settled into the camp after an unnerving initial interview with Lymond, who cast an ironical cornflower blue gaze over him (one eye fell out in the middle of the inspection, and stared piercingly at Scott from the mud) and asked if Scott had perhaps confused his words-that-started-with-zed and was looking for the camp of a zealot, not a zombie, before accepting him."
Francis Crawford of Lymond, the (Zombie) Master of Culter