Spacing by Sanpizel (Mature)

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This is likely to be my last rec of the month, so I'm seizing the opportunity to thank you all for riding along, and to thank our lovely mods for giving me a turn behind the wheel. My hope is that this won't be the last time Kuroshitsuji takes the van out, and that future drivers will fill in the significant gaps I've left. My set of recs has been heavily slanted toward Sebastian/Ciel, because that's the part of the fandom I know; if I've overlooked Lizzie, and Will, and Grell, and others, it has been for lack of knowledge, not lack of enthusiasm. And I'll be happy and grateful to others who can tell me where to find all the good stuff I haven't found myself.

And one final note: I haven't exactly made a secret of my hopes that there are enough of us who love this fandom scattered across LJ and DW to make Kuroshitsuji into an active LJ fandom once more, if only we stay in contact with one another. So this is a quasi-advertisement and invitation: if a new comm for flashfic and/or Kuro meta is something you might be interested in, please do stalk keep half an eye on my personal journal. I'll have a brainstorming post up shortly after the new year.

Fandom: KUROSHITSUJI
Pairing: Claude/Sebastian, and vice versa
Length: 9385 words
Author on LJ: wo_xi_huan
Author Website: Sanpizel on ff.net
Why this must be read:

One day, for no particular reason Ciel will ever know, Claude “present[s] himself on the doorstep rather like a surprisingly well-groomed stray.” It turns out that he's looking for a new position. Wackiness ensues, in beautifully precise, deadpan sentences.

Back when I wrote up the fandom overview, shayheyred reminded me that while Claude/Sebastian isn't a dominant pairing in the fandom, it does have a following. She was right, of course: putting these two together is a recipe for the kind of enemies slash fandom loves. So I went looking for the delicious hate!sex fic to recommend.

I found “Spacing” instead. And having found it, well, I misquote Jane Austen: Let other reccers dwell on guilt and misery. I quit such odious subjects as soon as I can, and present you with this bit of confectionery instead. Here, have a taste:

Raising an eyebrow, he stared down at the cakes. These were no tiny treats, meant to be eaten with laughably small dessert forks. No, they were in fact full cakes- and one was exquisitely decorated with fresh flowers and a marzipan statue in the form of Artemis. Ciel surreptitiously inspected his teacup, running his fingers up and under the lip of the bottom- yes, there was the silky, faintly sticky brush of a web in miniature.

Sebastian, unaware of this discovery or perhaps feigning innocence, served Ciel a piece of cake that was, quite frankly, inexcusably large.

'Fattening me up?' Ciel asked casually, before bringing his fingers up to display the web as well. The faces of both men changed: Sebastian's "I have done nothing and am completely innocent" face was cheery and airy, while Claude's "you may have discovered something but I will never admit it while the world still turns" face was as placid as the face of a tomb.

'What is it this time,' Ciel mused, taking a bite of the cake and shooting Claude a death glare when he moved forward as if to feed him, 'the linens again?'

Seriously, how could you possibly resist? Funny, strange, and every other sentence is a jewel.

Spacing

Comments

[eevilalice.livejournal.com]

I've certainly enjoyed many of your recs; I'll catch you on DW. :)