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crack_van2010-04-27 05:46 pm
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Come Ruin or Rapture by Atrata (R)
Fandom: SLINGS & ARROWS
Pairing: (no abbreviations, please) Geoffrey Tennant/Ellen Fanshaw
Length: 7,600 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
atrata
Author Website: Her website
Why this must be read:
While I do understand the S&A fandom's fascination with Geoffrey ('cause I adore him just as much), it is in fic where I look to hear (read) stories about him and everyone else.
In this fic, we get an Ellen origin story including her first meeting with Geoffrey as well as her bumpy relationship with her family. It is a very exhilarating ride along Ellen as she clicks and connects with Geoffrey again and again.
The ending is somewhat bittersweet as Geoffrey's disastrous Hamlet performance is still far away in the future. However, this is more about Ellen making choices and breaking through her walls to become muse, lover and friend.
"That wasn't incredible," she snapped, snatching her hand away and smacking him in the chest. "That was a dirty trick." She hit him again for good measure, and his smile started to fade as she poked him. "You ambushed me!"
His eyes widened as he looked between her face and the finger she had jabbed him with. "I-- What?"
Ellen's eyes narrowed. "Nothing to say? Fuck you." She turned to glare at Oliver. "And fuck you, too!"
"Ellen," Geoffrey said. "I-- oh." His eyes cleared and his lips curled into a wry grin, and then he turned to jab his own finger in Oliver's direction. "You said she agreed!"
"She did," Oliver said, his hands out in front of him. "She said she'd come to meet you and do a reading."
"That was not a reading!" Ellen and Geoffrey shouted it in unison, and Ellen gestured at the stage, at Geoffrey, at the entire place. "You brought in a fucking audience!"
Oliver smiled. "You did it, though, didn't you? And it was glorious. You know it was, I can tell. Don't try to deny it."
He was right, of course, the bastard. "Oh, fuck off, Oliver." She turned and stomped off stage, intending to leave, but she could feel Geoffrey watching her, and it stopped her short. She stood there, waiting, and then tilted her head enough to say over her shoulder, "Well? Are you coming?"
Come Ruin or Rapture
Pairing: (no abbreviations, please) Geoffrey Tennant/Ellen Fanshaw
Length: 7,600 words
Author on LJ:
atrata Author Website: Her website
Why this must be read:
While I do understand the S&A fandom's fascination with Geoffrey ('cause I adore him just as much), it is in fic where I look to hear (read) stories about him and everyone else.
In this fic, we get an Ellen origin story including her first meeting with Geoffrey as well as her bumpy relationship with her family. It is a very exhilarating ride along Ellen as she clicks and connects with Geoffrey again and again.
The ending is somewhat bittersweet as Geoffrey's disastrous Hamlet performance is still far away in the future. However, this is more about Ellen making choices and breaking through her walls to become muse, lover and friend.
"That wasn't incredible," she snapped, snatching her hand away and smacking him in the chest. "That was a dirty trick." She hit him again for good measure, and his smile started to fade as she poked him. "You ambushed me!"
His eyes widened as he looked between her face and the finger she had jabbed him with. "I-- What?"
Ellen's eyes narrowed. "Nothing to say? Fuck you." She turned to glare at Oliver. "And fuck you, too!"
"Ellen," Geoffrey said. "I-- oh." His eyes cleared and his lips curled into a wry grin, and then he turned to jab his own finger in Oliver's direction. "You said she agreed!"
"She did," Oliver said, his hands out in front of him. "She said she'd come to meet you and do a reading."
"That was not a reading!" Ellen and Geoffrey shouted it in unison, and Ellen gestured at the stage, at Geoffrey, at the entire place. "You brought in a fucking audience!"
Oliver smiled. "You did it, though, didn't you? And it was glorious. You know it was, I can tell. Don't try to deny it."
He was right, of course, the bastard. "Oh, fuck off, Oliver." She turned and stomped off stage, intending to leave, but she could feel Geoffrey watching her, and it stopped her short. She stood there, waiting, and then tilted her head enough to say over her shoulder, "Well? Are you coming?"
Come Ruin or Rapture