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Entry tags:
Blakes7/Discworld (G)
Title: The Wrong Side by Hafren
Pairing:None
Author on LJ:
hafren
Author's Website: No
Why this must be read:
Although the theme song of a lot of B7 fic is "I don't like you but I love you," in fact there's a subtext in canon of genuine, though generally unexpressed, affection and respect among the characters, and Hafren's own affection and respect for them really shinest through here.
Proverbially you never miss the water till the well runs dry. The chronically unreliable teleport strands Vila in Ankh-Morpokh. He faints, and wakes up in an alley with his head resting on something soft, in the company of a beautiful, mostly-naked woman. It had been kind of her, if a bit extreme, to take all her clothes off just to protect is head from the cobbles...maybe things were looking up. But, it's just Vila's luck that his new friend is in love with someone else, a werewolf, and...a cop.
Meanwhile, Carrot gets to give the Liberator crew a few lessons in technology:
"I've never seen a camera like that before," said Cally. "How does it work?"
"There's an imp inside it, drawing the pictures." Cally managed to control her features, but Avon, glancing up from Orac, snorted derisively.[...] Carrot undid the back of the camera. The imp squinted up indignantly from its drawing. 'Ere! 'Ow am I meant to get this done if people keep poking their 'eads in?'
The Wrong Side
Pairing:None
Author on LJ:
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Author's Website: No
Why this must be read:
Although the theme song of a lot of B7 fic is "I don't like you but I love you," in fact there's a subtext in canon of genuine, though generally unexpressed, affection and respect among the characters, and Hafren's own affection and respect for them really shinest through here.
Proverbially you never miss the water till the well runs dry. The chronically unreliable teleport strands Vila in Ankh-Morpokh. He faints, and wakes up in an alley with his head resting on something soft, in the company of a beautiful, mostly-naked woman. It had been kind of her, if a bit extreme, to take all her clothes off just to protect is head from the cobbles...maybe things were looking up. But, it's just Vila's luck that his new friend is in love with someone else, a werewolf, and...a cop.
Meanwhile, Carrot gets to give the Liberator crew a few lessons in technology:
"I've never seen a camera like that before," said Cally. "How does it work?"
"There's an imp inside it, drawing the pictures." Cally managed to control her features, but Avon, glancing up from Orac, snorted derisively.[...] Carrot undid the back of the camera. The imp squinted up indignantly from its drawing. 'Ere! 'Ow am I meant to get this done if people keep poking their 'eads in?'
The Wrong Side