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To The O'Briens With Love by Fire Frog (PG)
And now for something completely different. . .
Fandom: DEEP SPACE NINE
Pairing: O'Brien/Keiko O'Brien, Garak/Bashir
Length: novel length
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: Fire Frog's Deep Space Nine Slash Story Page
Why this must be read:
In the interests of full disclosure, I must warn you that this story is an mpreg -- no, don't run away! Let me assure you that I believe that any author who writes a fanfic (other than a parody) featuring a pregnant man should be beaten with dead Cardassian voles, and the story itself banished to the Bajoran fire caves.
Except this one.
In canon, a pregnant Keiko O'Brien was badly injured and Doctor Bashir had no choice but to transfer the baby into Kira. Fire Frog reboots this weird storyline, except this time Kira can't be the surrogate because of her alien physiology. What makes this mpreg work is that the author never pretends that a pregnant human male is anything other than a really bad idea, both physically and psychologically. However, Fire Frog cleverly exploits canon facts about Doctor Bashir to explain why he might just take this incredibly foolish risk.
Plus, from baby names to disappearing penises, this story is as funny as hell.
Take a peek:
"Elvis? You can't name your baby Elvis! He's the worst president Luna ever had."
"Not after him." Miles O'Brien frowned up at his taller friend and drew his mouth in a disappointed line. Why do they always think I mean him? "You know, Elvis, the King of Rock and Roll!"
"Oh, him." Julian Subatoi Bashir nodded sagely, the hint of a twinkle in his hazel eyes. "The singer who had all those hit songs on Earth in the nineteen-seventies: Blue Suede Shoes, Hound Dog, Teddy Bear," the slim doctor did something with his hips that had half the promenade staring at them, "Viva Las Paris!"
"Yes! I mean, no, Vegas, not Paris, but he sang all of those. And more," the chief engineer lauded. "The man was a musical genius, a legend in his own lifetime. They made him a saint on Telimus you know. I..." Miles pulled Julian closer so he could whisper conspiratorially in his ear. "I've been to Graceland."
To The O'Briens With Love
Fandom: DEEP SPACE NINE
Pairing: O'Brien/Keiko O'Brien, Garak/Bashir
Length: novel length
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: Fire Frog's Deep Space Nine Slash Story Page
Why this must be read:
In the interests of full disclosure, I must warn you that this story is an mpreg -- no, don't run away! Let me assure you that I believe that any author who writes a fanfic (other than a parody) featuring a pregnant man should be beaten with dead Cardassian voles, and the story itself banished to the Bajoran fire caves.
Except this one.
In canon, a pregnant Keiko O'Brien was badly injured and Doctor Bashir had no choice but to transfer the baby into Kira. Fire Frog reboots this weird storyline, except this time Kira can't be the surrogate because of her alien physiology. What makes this mpreg work is that the author never pretends that a pregnant human male is anything other than a really bad idea, both physically and psychologically. However, Fire Frog cleverly exploits canon facts about Doctor Bashir to explain why he might just take this incredibly foolish risk.
Plus, from baby names to disappearing penises, this story is as funny as hell.
Take a peek:
"Elvis? You can't name your baby Elvis! He's the worst president Luna ever had."
"Not after him." Miles O'Brien frowned up at his taller friend and drew his mouth in a disappointed line. Why do they always think I mean him? "You know, Elvis, the King of Rock and Roll!"
"Oh, him." Julian Subatoi Bashir nodded sagely, the hint of a twinkle in his hazel eyes. "The singer who had all those hit songs on Earth in the nineteen-seventies: Blue Suede Shoes, Hound Dog, Teddy Bear," the slim doctor did something with his hips that had half the promenade staring at them, "Viva Las Paris!"
"Yes! I mean, no, Vegas, not Paris, but he sang all of those. And more," the chief engineer lauded. "The man was a musical genius, a legend in his own lifetime. They made him a saint on Telimus you know. I..." Miles pulled Julian closer so he could whisper conspiratorially in his ear. "I've been to Graceland."
To The O'Briens With Love