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Singapore by thedeadparrot (NC-17)
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crack_van! I'm Zulu, and I'll be spinning donuts in your yard for House fandom all month long. I'm a multishipper but I save my greatest love for House/Wilson, House/Cuddy, and House/Foreman. (Yeah, bet you didn't see that last bit coming, did you?) You can expect some recs from every genre this March: boyslash, girlslash, het and gen. Let's get to 'er!
Fandom: HOUSE
Pairing: House/Wilson
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thedeadparrot
Author Website:parrotfic
Why this must be read:
One of the most fun tropes to work with in House fandom is the "medical conference that you two and you two alone must attend, far away from all that's routine". Like most well-used plot devices, many are called but few are chosen.thedeadparrot makes the most of it; I was sold on the exotic setting, the jet-lag, and the way being in a new place together can change everything. The structure works hard for the story, and the ending is hopeful, but promises nothing.
Wilson nudges House with his shoulder, and House wakes with a snort and a blink of his eyes. It's always a little odd to see House wake up, because House doesn't really put up his walls until his brain is fully functional, and as he wakes up, his face looks kind of open, oddly soft and malleable. Not really open (Wilson's not that naive), but kind of open, which more than it is at any other point in time.
"We're landing," Wilson tells him.
House sits up straight and rolls his neck. "Did I miss anything interesting?" he asks, and his voice still sounds a little raw at the edges.
"Just the midget circus and the lesbian porn," Wilson replies, keeping his face deadpan.
House looks like he almost wants to laugh, but he puts on his mock-disappointed face instead, with a smirk at the edges. "How many times do I have to remind you that you've got to wake me up when there are midgets?"
"Sorry," Wilson says, but he's not even bothering to make his voice sound sorry.
House sighs, with extra weariness, and leans back in his seat, looking more comfortable than he has in a while. Wilson relaxes when he looks like that, as if House actually reaching a state of comfort (as rare as that is) gives him the right to be comfortable as well.
Singapore
crack_van! I'm Zulu, and I'll be spinning donuts in your yard for House fandom all month long. I'm a multishipper but I save my greatest love for House/Wilson, House/Cuddy, and House/Foreman. (Yeah, bet you didn't see that last bit coming, did you?) You can expect some recs from every genre this March: boyslash, girlslash, het and gen. Let's get to 'er!Fandom: HOUSE
Pairing: House/Wilson
Author on LJ:
thedeadparrotAuthor Website:
parrotficWhy this must be read:
One of the most fun tropes to work with in House fandom is the "medical conference that you two and you two alone must attend, far away from all that's routine". Like most well-used plot devices, many are called but few are chosen.
thedeadparrot makes the most of it; I was sold on the exotic setting, the jet-lag, and the way being in a new place together can change everything. The structure works hard for the story, and the ending is hopeful, but promises nothing.Wilson nudges House with his shoulder, and House wakes with a snort and a blink of his eyes. It's always a little odd to see House wake up, because House doesn't really put up his walls until his brain is fully functional, and as he wakes up, his face looks kind of open, oddly soft and malleable. Not really open (Wilson's not that naive), but kind of open, which more than it is at any other point in time.
"We're landing," Wilson tells him.
House sits up straight and rolls his neck. "Did I miss anything interesting?" he asks, and his voice still sounds a little raw at the edges.
"Just the midget circus and the lesbian porn," Wilson replies, keeping his face deadpan.
House looks like he almost wants to laugh, but he puts on his mock-disappointed face instead, with a smirk at the edges. "How many times do I have to remind you that you've got to wake me up when there are midgets?"
"Sorry," Wilson says, but he's not even bothering to make his voice sound sorry.
House sighs, with extra weariness, and leans back in his seat, looking more comfortable than he has in a while. Wilson relaxes when he looks like that, as if House actually reaching a state of comfort (as rare as that is) gives him the right to be comfortable as well.
Singapore
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