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Provenance by Laura Kaye (PG)
One of your small fandoms this month will be From Eroica With Love. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thehoyden provided a fantastic fandom overview that you can read here if you're unfamiliar with the canon.
Fandom: FROM EROICA WITH LOVE
Pairing: Klaus/Dorian, pre-slash
Author on LJ:laurakaye
Author Website: The Fanfiction of Laura M. Kaye
Why this must be read:
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yuletide author reveals went up yesterday, I figured I would start with the lone Eroica story written for the challenge this year. It's relatively short, but compelling. For Christmas, Dorian finally hits on the perfect Christmas present for Klaus. I wondered what he could find that Klaus would appreciate and was surprised and satisfied with what the author came up with.
In time, Eroica had changed his tactics, giving things that couldn't be returned, making outlandish donations in Klaus's name to various charities so that Klaus was by now honored in the naming of three stars, one comet, one minor extinct volcano in Antarctica, a species of deep-sea lobster, and the new athletic wing of his own old boarding school. But Eroica had never sent his Christmas gifts to him in a public place before. For someone as flamboyantly demonstrative as he was, the thief could demonstrate a surprising sense of propriety at times. It unnerved Klaus that he seemed to have abandoned it now.
The Chief had produced a crowbar, seemingly from nowhere, and was prying ineffectively at one corner of the crate. Klaus sighed. There was no use in trying to stave off the inevitable.
"Allow me," he said, and took the crowbar from the Chief's reluctant hands. He pried the front off the crate efficiently, glaring at A, who was hovering nearby trying not to stare too obviously, to catch it. As it came away, a shower of packing material tumbled onto the floor, covering Klaus' neatly blacked shoes with Styrofoam peanuts and red tissue-paper roses and revealing the gift.
Provenance
thehoyden provided a fantastic fandom overview that you can read here if you're unfamiliar with the canon. Fandom: FROM EROICA WITH LOVE
Pairing: Klaus/Dorian, pre-slash
Author on LJ:
laurakayeAuthor Website: The Fanfiction of Laura M. Kaye
Why this must be read:
Since
yuletide author reveals went up yesterday, I figured I would start with the lone Eroica story written for the challenge this year. It's relatively short, but compelling. For Christmas, Dorian finally hits on the perfect Christmas present for Klaus. I wondered what he could find that Klaus would appreciate and was surprised and satisfied with what the author came up with.In time, Eroica had changed his tactics, giving things that couldn't be returned, making outlandish donations in Klaus's name to various charities so that Klaus was by now honored in the naming of three stars, one comet, one minor extinct volcano in Antarctica, a species of deep-sea lobster, and the new athletic wing of his own old boarding school. But Eroica had never sent his Christmas gifts to him in a public place before. For someone as flamboyantly demonstrative as he was, the thief could demonstrate a surprising sense of propriety at times. It unnerved Klaus that he seemed to have abandoned it now.
The Chief had produced a crowbar, seemingly from nowhere, and was prying ineffectively at one corner of the crate. Klaus sighed. There was no use in trying to stave off the inevitable.
"Allow me," he said, and took the crowbar from the Chief's reluctant hands. He pried the front off the crate efficiently, glaring at A, who was hovering nearby trying not to stare too obviously, to catch it. As it came away, a shower of packing material tumbled onto the floor, covering Klaus' neatly blacked shoes with Styrofoam peanuts and red tissue-paper roses and revealing the gift.
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