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Feeling the Future on Your Skin by tuesdaysgone (R)
Fandom: BANDOM
Pairing: Bob/Gerard, Bob/Frank/Gerard, implied Dan/Jepha
Length: ~20k
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tuesdaysgone
Author Website: All fics are hosted at Dreamwidth
Why this must be read:
As far as space operas go, this is one of my favorites. There's mystery, rebellion, a little bit of romance and a smidge of the fantastic, all wrapped up in the infinite package of space.
This is roughly a Dune AU but knowledge of Dune canon is not required, tuesdaysgone does a wonderful job of letting you know what's going on organically so that it doesn't even matter that you've never read the book or flown in a space ship, it feels real. As someone who only very vaguely remembers anything about Dune, I didn't feel like I was missing any part of the story without having that backbone. The details borrowed from that give the story more of a solid ground to stand on and a truly epic scope. The descriptions are beautiful and the tone is perfect, and all of the characters come together perfectly.
What they found on Elkatha-7 was a desert planet with one large reclaimed area, crammed with every imaginable form of activity. Like the quarantine station, Elkatha's main city had that cobbled-together look, but in the case of Caravan City, the scars of bombed-out buildings were clearly visible beneath the patching. Dan sauntered away to hit the spaceport bars, Jepha at his side, and apparently sauntered out again with half a dozen merchant contacts and several leads on temporary planetside squats, according to Jepha's comm transmission. Bob had stayed behind to help sift through the cargo for supplies. He turned around several times to find Mikey in his way. The third time, he set down the box he was carrying, wiped his forehead, and deliberately backed Mikey into a deserted area of the hold.
"What is it?" he asked.
"I'm helping," Mikey answered.
"No, that's not what you're doing. You're following me around. What is it, Mikey?"
"I just...I want to know why you're doing this. Because this is a lot." Mikey waved a hand at Patrick and Ray, the hold of the Dumb Luck, everything.
"I'm doing this for Gerard," Bob told him.
Feeling the Future on Your Skin
Pairing: Bob/Gerard, Bob/Frank/Gerard, implied Dan/Jepha
Length: ~20k
Author on LJ:
tuesdaysgoneAuthor Website: All fics are hosted at Dreamwidth
Why this must be read:
As far as space operas go, this is one of my favorites. There's mystery, rebellion, a little bit of romance and a smidge of the fantastic, all wrapped up in the infinite package of space.
This is roughly a Dune AU but knowledge of Dune canon is not required, tuesdaysgone does a wonderful job of letting you know what's going on organically so that it doesn't even matter that you've never read the book or flown in a space ship, it feels real. As someone who only very vaguely remembers anything about Dune, I didn't feel like I was missing any part of the story without having that backbone. The details borrowed from that give the story more of a solid ground to stand on and a truly epic scope. The descriptions are beautiful and the tone is perfect, and all of the characters come together perfectly.
What they found on Elkatha-7 was a desert planet with one large reclaimed area, crammed with every imaginable form of activity. Like the quarantine station, Elkatha's main city had that cobbled-together look, but in the case of Caravan City, the scars of bombed-out buildings were clearly visible beneath the patching. Dan sauntered away to hit the spaceport bars, Jepha at his side, and apparently sauntered out again with half a dozen merchant contacts and several leads on temporary planetside squats, according to Jepha's comm transmission. Bob had stayed behind to help sift through the cargo for supplies. He turned around several times to find Mikey in his way. The third time, he set down the box he was carrying, wiped his forehead, and deliberately backed Mikey into a deserted area of the hold.
"What is it?" he asked.
"I'm helping," Mikey answered.
"No, that's not what you're doing. You're following me around. What is it, Mikey?"
"I just...I want to know why you're doing this. Because this is a lot." Mikey waved a hand at Patrick and Ray, the hold of the Dumb Luck, everything.
"I'm doing this for Gerard," Bob told him.
Feeling the Future on Your Skin
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