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The Library by Tilla (not rated, best guess: R)
Fandom: HIGHLANDER
Pairing: Duncan MacLeod/Methos
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website:The Lunatic Fringe
Why this must be read:
Call me an utter, hopeless romantic. I never tire of seeing the dance between Methos and Duncan as they figure out how they feel about each other, and how they find out that the other returns such feelings. This story is a wondrous romantic shot in the arm: not a little schmoop in places, but with clever and witty dialogue, and a long courtship laboring under that most satisfying of devices…misunderstanding. The audience is, of course, in on the whole thing. Duncan is quite a bit softer here than he is usually found, but he fits the story, and what character would be worth their salt if they didn't go a little (or a lot) weak-knee'd when daunted by unrequited love?
A note about my guess at the rating: the R was mostly for language, there is very little violence, and all the sex/serious romance happens off-screen.
"Not very original, Mac," he said, holding one of the scribbled pages up to the light. "This one's been done before. Elizabeth Barrett-Browning, I believe." The hazel eyes twinkled. "And Shakespeare, here." He shook his head and held up another. "And Keats, Donne, Shelley." He looked up with a grin. "Well, you've certainly picked prime examples to plagiarize. If she's a Classicist, you'll impress the hell out of her with your good taste. If not," he paused dramatically, and Mac waited, holding his breath. "She'll either swoon in your arms, or run for the hills."
"Gee, thanks, Methos," Mac said glumly. "You are so encouraging. What would you do?" MacLeod's tone was plaintive, and the older man decided to change tactics. Mac was obviously infatuated with this girl; he shouldn't tease him.
"Be yourself, Mac," he said gently. "Write what you feel." He smiled a little sadly. "Hell, MacLeod, your stunning good looks already give you an unfair advantage over the rest of us. If you start spouting poetry, too, we'll have no chance at all."
Mac flushed rosily. "I don't know what to say, Methos." He looked at his elder, a question in the dark eyes.
The old man chuckled. "Sorry, MacLeod. I may have the nose, but I've no desire to play Cyrano, even for you." He sighed at Mac's crestfallen look. Mac was his friend and deserved better. Methos picked up one of the sheets again, studying it more carefully this time. "All right, MacLeod," he sighed resignedly. "I'll help, but you owe me free beer for the next year."
The Library
Pairing: Duncan MacLeod/Methos
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website:The Lunatic Fringe
Why this must be read:
Call me an utter, hopeless romantic. I never tire of seeing the dance between Methos and Duncan as they figure out how they feel about each other, and how they find out that the other returns such feelings. This story is a wondrous romantic shot in the arm: not a little schmoop in places, but with clever and witty dialogue, and a long courtship laboring under that most satisfying of devices…misunderstanding. The audience is, of course, in on the whole thing. Duncan is quite a bit softer here than he is usually found, but he fits the story, and what character would be worth their salt if they didn't go a little (or a lot) weak-knee'd when daunted by unrequited love?
A note about my guess at the rating: the R was mostly for language, there is very little violence, and all the sex/serious romance happens off-screen.
"Not very original, Mac," he said, holding one of the scribbled pages up to the light. "This one's been done before. Elizabeth Barrett-Browning, I believe." The hazel eyes twinkled. "And Shakespeare, here." He shook his head and held up another. "And Keats, Donne, Shelley." He looked up with a grin. "Well, you've certainly picked prime examples to plagiarize. If she's a Classicist, you'll impress the hell out of her with your good taste. If not," he paused dramatically, and Mac waited, holding his breath. "She'll either swoon in your arms, or run for the hills."
"Gee, thanks, Methos," Mac said glumly. "You are so encouraging. What would you do?" MacLeod's tone was plaintive, and the older man decided to change tactics. Mac was obviously infatuated with this girl; he shouldn't tease him.
"Be yourself, Mac," he said gently. "Write what you feel." He smiled a little sadly. "Hell, MacLeod, your stunning good looks already give you an unfair advantage over the rest of us. If you start spouting poetry, too, we'll have no chance at all."
Mac flushed rosily. "I don't know what to say, Methos." He looked at his elder, a question in the dark eyes.
The old man chuckled. "Sorry, MacLeod. I may have the nose, but I've no desire to play Cyrano, even for you." He sighed at Mac's crestfallen look. Mac was his friend and deserved better. Methos picked up one of the sheets again, studying it more carefully this time. "All right, MacLeod," he sighed resignedly. "I'll help, but you owe me free beer for the next year."
The Library