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crack_van2010-02-03 01:55 pm
julia-here.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2010-02-03 01:55 pm
Stripped by Sprat (NC-17)
Over the years I've been brought smack dab up against my limitations of a human being by becoming aware of my limitations as a writer of recommendations. I'm self-indulgent to a ridiculous degree, and remarkably lazy; this manifests in my shameful inability to write recommendations for very short pieces. I want to thank last months ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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jule1122 for being the superior reccer and recommending so very many absolutely sterling pieces from the best writers of short fiction in our fandom.
I say this especially because the story I'm recommending today is one of my favorites in any fandom and yet has lingered on my eyes-only recommendation backlist since August of 2008, because when I come to it I always end up surprised by how short it is, and find something else to recommend here. As I said, I'm a limited human being, and shame on me.
Fandom:DUE SOUTH
Pairing: Kowalski/Vecchio
Length: about 1250 words
Author on LJ:sprat
Author Website: Sprat's Due South Index
Why this must be read: Because it's the biggest little story ever; because so very much is communicated through implication and suggestion that at the end you've read a novel about the development of the relationship, and had more demonstrated about the emotions involved by what we're shown in gesture and expression than some writers can communicate in multi-chapter epics. And because it is full of plot and character development from beginning to end, with a nice bit of sheer gourmet porn right at the most effective point. A joy to read and a master-class in fanfic writing, all in one.
--the rest of the group working this bust is supposed to be somewhere close by, ready to move in, but he lost contact with them yesterday. Any time, Vecchio, he thinks, squinting surreptitiously into the darkening woods. Any goddamn time... They have plenty here to make a bust on. Ray's seen the stockpiled weapons and explosives himself. They can send these guys up for a long time just on possession charges alone.
The line moves. Ray sees the big guy up there, looking like some kind of malevolent Santa Claus with that white beard and fluffy hair. He's putting his hands on each recruit's head. Ray, watching, can't help thinking how these neo-Nazis always manage to get naked and touching, like that's the real goal of their weird little rituals. He grins down at his bare toes. And right then the woods explode.
It's over real fast. Black-uniformed feds swarm all over the place, yelling for people to "get down, get down, get the hell on the ground." Ray obeys with the others, even though the rocky dirt is no place he wants to put his bare skin. But it's not like he's got ID over here, and these guys, they don't look like the patient types. The shouting stops. There's combat boots everywhere, pacing around, the crackle of radios relaying orders. And then, just when Ray's first rush of adrenaline is starting to get replaced with deep, wracking shivers and a weird sort of embarrassment, a pair of shiny leather Guccis paces into view. "You can let this one up," says Vecchio. "He doesn't look like much, but that's our inside guy."
Stripped
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crack_van driver jule1122 for being the superior reccer and recommending so very many absolutely sterling pieces from the best writers of short fiction in our fandom.I say this especially because the story I'm recommending today is one of my favorites in any fandom and yet has lingered on my eyes-only recommendation backlist since August of 2008, because when I come to it I always end up surprised by how short it is, and find something else to recommend here. As I said, I'm a limited human being, and shame on me.
Fandom:DUE SOUTH
Pairing: Kowalski/Vecchio
Length: about 1250 words
Author on LJ:
spratAuthor Website: Sprat's Due South Index
Why this must be read: Because it's the biggest little story ever; because so very much is communicated through implication and suggestion that at the end you've read a novel about the development of the relationship, and had more demonstrated about the emotions involved by what we're shown in gesture and expression than some writers can communicate in multi-chapter epics. And because it is full of plot and character development from beginning to end, with a nice bit of sheer gourmet porn right at the most effective point. A joy to read and a master-class in fanfic writing, all in one.
--the rest of the group working this bust is supposed to be somewhere close by, ready to move in, but he lost contact with them yesterday. Any time, Vecchio, he thinks, squinting surreptitiously into the darkening woods. Any goddamn time... They have plenty here to make a bust on. Ray's seen the stockpiled weapons and explosives himself. They can send these guys up for a long time just on possession charges alone.
The line moves. Ray sees the big guy up there, looking like some kind of malevolent Santa Claus with that white beard and fluffy hair. He's putting his hands on each recruit's head. Ray, watching, can't help thinking how these neo-Nazis always manage to get naked and touching, like that's the real goal of their weird little rituals. He grins down at his bare toes. And right then the woods explode.
It's over real fast. Black-uniformed feds swarm all over the place, yelling for people to "get down, get down, get the hell on the ground." Ray obeys with the others, even though the rocky dirt is no place he wants to put his bare skin. But it's not like he's got ID over here, and these guys, they don't look like the patient types. The shouting stops. There's combat boots everywhere, pacing around, the crackle of radios relaying orders. And then, just when Ray's first rush of adrenaline is starting to get replaced with deep, wracking shivers and a weird sort of embarrassment, a pair of shiny leather Guccis paces into view. "You can let this one up," says Vecchio. "He doesn't look like much, but that's our inside guy."
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