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Call This World Home, A Change of Season, Northern Comfort
Title: Call This World Home
Author: Isis
Pairing: Duck/Dan; also Buddy/Carol
Rating: R
Length: 2450 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: Isis describes this as a fusion between Last Night and Wilby Wonderful. If you go to Isis' site there's even an audio version of it. The story is divided into a few snapshots of the various residents of Wilby Island, and IMO evokes the atmosphere of both films as closely as you're going to get without standing on that beach staring at the sun.
"Still open?" says Irene as she walks in. Amazing how she can convey so much disdain with just two words. She's saying, I guess you don't have anything better to do with what's left of your life. She's saying, if you had someone special you'd be spending your last weeks with them, not serving me coffee.
Then again, Irene's spending a few moments of her last weeks in Iggy's, so.
"People have to eat," Sandra says with a smile. She can be gracious to Irene, who is treating the end of the world like a personal affront. She's happy to be here, home in Wilby, for the end.
Call This World Home
Title: A Change of Season
Author: Malnpudl
Pairing: Duck/Dan
Rating: NC-17/FRAO
Length: ~1800 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: I read this before I'd managed to see WW. I did try to stay away, but I kept on bumping into it and in the end I couldn't resist. I loved it even then. It's a gentle tale of patience, hope and discovery set after the end of the film, and when I went back to it after watching it, I loved it even more. Look, I'm pouring my heart out here, the poetic thing just doesn't come to me, all right? It's fucking gorgeous, so just go and read it, will you.
One night Duck tells him how he'll tap the trees in the spring when the sap starts running. It's only a few trees, he says, so they won't get much from them, maybe only fifty gallons of sap yielding a gallon or so of maple syrup, hardly enough to make it worthwhile. But he does it anyway, every year.
Dan notices how Duck said "they", and it warms something in him, just a little.
A Change of Season
Title: Northern Comfort
Author: Kellie Matthews
Pairing: B Tallent/B Fraser
Rating: NC-17
Length: It's long, but not a word longer than it should.
Why I'm reccing this fic: This one was an exercise in patience for me, because for once in my life I did as I was told and waited until I'd seen Hard Core Logo before I read it. If you have not seen HCL please do not read this until you have, it'll only spoil it for you. In a nutshell, Billy Tallent ends up at the Consulate and Fraser doesn't know what's hit him. Rayk has a cameo or two and Fraser...You feel like giving him a hug, really. That should be reason enough to read it, but it gets better. There are two sequels to this: No Secrets follows Fraser back into the world of dS, whilst Shadows Fade(written with Aukestrel) follows Billy to San Francisco in a crossover with Tales of the City, but I'm not sure I'm allowed to stick them in here, too. They can all be found on KM's website. Between all of these there's enough love, heartbreak and hot hot hot sex to make you forget you've got legs, and quite frankly I've no idea of what you're still doing here.
A glance at his watch told him it was after ten, an odd time for anyone to be calling at the Consulate. At least, with Ray out of town it was. Ray occasionally showed up at even odder times, and would probably have let himself in using a credit card at any rate. Fraser thought for a moment about going to get his tunic from his office, but since it was probably Turnbull having forgotten something, including his key, there was no reason to be formal. He got up, crossed the foyer and opened the door to find the caller walking away, down the stairs. A tallish, slender man in a flannel shirt and jeans, with spiked blonde hair, holding some sort of case in his right hand. Ben's heart sped up.
"Ray!" he exclaimed, pleased.
The man turned, startled, no trace of recognition in his gaze. Fraser stared. It wasn't Ray, but . . . it was. The visitor was alike enough to be Ray's twin, yet he was sure he'd never seen this man in his life.
Northern Comfort
Author: Isis
Pairing: Duck/Dan; also Buddy/Carol
Rating: R
Length: 2450 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: Isis describes this as a fusion between Last Night and Wilby Wonderful. If you go to Isis' site there's even an audio version of it. The story is divided into a few snapshots of the various residents of Wilby Island, and IMO evokes the atmosphere of both films as closely as you're going to get without standing on that beach staring at the sun.
"Still open?" says Irene as she walks in. Amazing how she can convey so much disdain with just two words. She's saying, I guess you don't have anything better to do with what's left of your life. She's saying, if you had someone special you'd be spending your last weeks with them, not serving me coffee.
Then again, Irene's spending a few moments of her last weeks in Iggy's, so.
"People have to eat," Sandra says with a smile. She can be gracious to Irene, who is treating the end of the world like a personal affront. She's happy to be here, home in Wilby, for the end.
Call This World Home
Title: A Change of Season
Author: Malnpudl
Pairing: Duck/Dan
Rating: NC-17/FRAO
Length: ~1800 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: I read this before I'd managed to see WW. I did try to stay away, but I kept on bumping into it and in the end I couldn't resist. I loved it even then. It's a gentle tale of patience, hope and discovery set after the end of the film, and when I went back to it after watching it, I loved it even more. Look, I'm pouring my heart out here, the poetic thing just doesn't come to me, all right? It's fucking gorgeous, so just go and read it, will you.
One night Duck tells him how he'll tap the trees in the spring when the sap starts running. It's only a few trees, he says, so they won't get much from them, maybe only fifty gallons of sap yielding a gallon or so of maple syrup, hardly enough to make it worthwhile. But he does it anyway, every year.
Dan notices how Duck said "they", and it warms something in him, just a little.
A Change of Season
Title: Northern Comfort
Author: Kellie Matthews
Pairing: B Tallent/B Fraser
Rating: NC-17
Length: It's long, but not a word longer than it should.
Why I'm reccing this fic: This one was an exercise in patience for me, because for once in my life I did as I was told and waited until I'd seen Hard Core Logo before I read it. If you have not seen HCL please do not read this until you have, it'll only spoil it for you. In a nutshell, Billy Tallent ends up at the Consulate and Fraser doesn't know what's hit him. Rayk has a cameo or two and Fraser...You feel like giving him a hug, really. That should be reason enough to read it, but it gets better. There are two sequels to this: No Secrets follows Fraser back into the world of dS, whilst Shadows Fade(written with Aukestrel) follows Billy to San Francisco in a crossover with Tales of the City, but I'm not sure I'm allowed to stick them in here, too. They can all be found on KM's website. Between all of these there's enough love, heartbreak and hot hot hot sex to make you forget you've got legs, and quite frankly I've no idea of what you're still doing here.
A glance at his watch told him it was after ten, an odd time for anyone to be calling at the Consulate. At least, with Ray out of town it was. Ray occasionally showed up at even odder times, and would probably have let himself in using a credit card at any rate. Fraser thought for a moment about going to get his tunic from his office, but since it was probably Turnbull having forgotten something, including his key, there was no reason to be formal. He got up, crossed the foyer and opened the door to find the caller walking away, down the stairs. A tallish, slender man in a flannel shirt and jeans, with spiked blonde hair, holding some sort of case in his right hand. Ben's heart sped up.
"Ray!" he exclaimed, pleased.
The man turned, startled, no trace of recognition in his gaze. Fraser stared. It wasn't Ray, but . . . it was. The visitor was alike enough to be Ray's twin, yet he was sure he'd never seen this man in his life.
Northern Comfort
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Not a bad time to spend a few hours though, no?
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(Anonymous) 2007-01-09 12:27 am (UTC)(link):)
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Also, I loved those WW stories. LOVED them. You have excellent taste!
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