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Deep Waters, by Chris (NC-17)
Fandom: HIGHLANDER
Pairing: AU Duncan/Methos
Author on LJ: No
Author Website: Archived at Taterville
Why this must be read: This is one of the best alternate universe stories I've read in this fandom. Duncan is the mysterious each-uisge - a deadly mythical creature of the loch who can appear in human form if he wishes. Methos is a travelling monk passing through Glenfinnan who seeks to solve the mystery of a series of gruesome murders. In the tradition of the best AUs, both men are absolutely recognisably in-character, even though they're very different from how they are in the series.
Chris excels in a well-told story and this one is no exception. The plot is tightly woven and engaging, bringing to mind the Brother Cadfael mysteries, but with a definite Highlander twist.
Pale light glowed pearlescent on the each-uisge's skin, brought strange highlights to its hair. Slowly, Methos gathered a double handful of mane and parted it to reveal the vulnerable nape with its curling infant-fine down. It drew him forward and he gave in to the temptation. He pressed his lips to the warm satin skin, smelling white clover and pine and wood-smoke. Donnchadh shivered, but did not pull away.
His heart pounding, Methos stroked his hands across the wide shoulders, feeling the slight quiver in the muscles at the contact. He nuzzled the hair aside and sought the strong throat, and Donnchadh's head tilted, letting him find the lobeless ear and suckle--
Then the each-uisge moved with blinding speed. It tore itself free and was across the dying fire, facing him, broad chest rising and falling with its unsettled breathing.
"Donnchadh," he said, coming to his feet, and it backed away, fading into the nightshade beneath the pines. "Donnchadh!"
There was no answer. Water lapped the shore, wind whispered through the trees, an owl called once, and Methos knew he was alone.
Deep Waters
Pairing: AU Duncan/Methos
Author on LJ: No
Author Website: Archived at Taterville
Why this must be read: This is one of the best alternate universe stories I've read in this fandom. Duncan is the mysterious each-uisge - a deadly mythical creature of the loch who can appear in human form if he wishes. Methos is a travelling monk passing through Glenfinnan who seeks to solve the mystery of a series of gruesome murders. In the tradition of the best AUs, both men are absolutely recognisably in-character, even though they're very different from how they are in the series.
Chris excels in a well-told story and this one is no exception. The plot is tightly woven and engaging, bringing to mind the Brother Cadfael mysteries, but with a definite Highlander twist.
Pale light glowed pearlescent on the each-uisge's skin, brought strange highlights to its hair. Slowly, Methos gathered a double handful of mane and parted it to reveal the vulnerable nape with its curling infant-fine down. It drew him forward and he gave in to the temptation. He pressed his lips to the warm satin skin, smelling white clover and pine and wood-smoke. Donnchadh shivered, but did not pull away.
His heart pounding, Methos stroked his hands across the wide shoulders, feeling the slight quiver in the muscles at the contact. He nuzzled the hair aside and sought the strong throat, and Donnchadh's head tilted, letting him find the lobeless ear and suckle--
Then the each-uisge moved with blinding speed. It tore itself free and was across the dying fire, facing him, broad chest rising and falling with its unsettled breathing.
"Donnchadh," he said, coming to his feet, and it backed away, fading into the nightshade beneath the pines. "Donnchadh!"
There was no answer. Water lapped the shore, wind whispered through the trees, an owl called once, and Methos knew he was alone.
Deep Waters
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