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A Second Piece and Crumbs by rexluscus (NC-17)
Fandom: Petshop of Horrors
Pairing: Leon/D
Length: ~10,000 words
Author on LJ:
rexluscus
Author Website: Author's fic at AO3.
Warnings: Transphobic language.
Why this must be read: Because
rexluscus's Count D is one of the most convincingly non-human I've ever seen in fic, and Leon is just as emotionally incompetent and prone to foot-in-mouth disease as you'd expect, and they miscommunicate something awful, and their relationship is complicated and thorny and downright nasty at times. But, reading this, I still ended up rooting for them to work it out.
This series doesn't shy away from portraying the characters warts-and-all (D's contempt for and occasional incomprehension of human emotion, for example, are doubly infuriating because of his conviction that he knows it all), and does so with biting black humour. It's no downer, though; the rays of hope that do appear are all the more precious because they illuminate a realistically messy place.
They panted together in a jumble, limbs sagging slowly apart.
Before D was quite ready to move, Leon spoke.
"So—uh—what now?"
D's brow crinkled. "Now?"
"Are things gonna be, you know, different?"
"Why would they be different, except that you'll now have a more productive occupation than annoying the pets and getting crumbs in my couch?"
"Oh." Leon frowned and nodded. "Okay. That's—good." He shifted D off his lap. "I should probably go."
D curled languidly against the cushions and wondered how he was going to get the stains out. He'd have to plan for the mess next time. "Very well. Goodnight, Detective."
Leon was struggling into his shirt like his life depended on it. "Uh, night, D." He'd barely zipped his pants before he was out the door.
D smiled and stretched with contentment.
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Pairing: Leon/D
Length: ~10,000 words
Author on LJ:
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Author Website: Author's fic at AO3.
Warnings: Transphobic language.
Why this must be read: Because
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
This series doesn't shy away from portraying the characters warts-and-all (D's contempt for and occasional incomprehension of human emotion, for example, are doubly infuriating because of his conviction that he knows it all), and does so with biting black humour. It's no downer, though; the rays of hope that do appear are all the more precious because they illuminate a realistically messy place.
They panted together in a jumble, limbs sagging slowly apart.
Before D was quite ready to move, Leon spoke.
"So—uh—what now?"
D's brow crinkled. "Now?"
"Are things gonna be, you know, different?"
"Why would they be different, except that you'll now have a more productive occupation than annoying the pets and getting crumbs in my couch?"
"Oh." Leon frowned and nodded. "Okay. That's—good." He shifted D off his lap. "I should probably go."
D curled languidly against the cushions and wondered how he was going to get the stains out. He'd have to plan for the mess next time. "Very well. Goodnight, Detective."
Leon was struggling into his shirt like his life depended on it. "Uh, night, D." He'd barely zipped his pants before he was out the door.
D smiled and stretched with contentment.
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