Rec: Patterns
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Patterns
Pairing: Theta/Koschei, Theta/War Chief (not War Chief!Master)
Length: 1k
Rating: R
Warnings: None
Author on LJ (or Teaspoon, or Prydonian):
blackletter
Why this must be read: Completely.bloody.HILARIOUS. Blackletter writes Gallifrey like nobody else I know, in a very, very good way: his Time Lords feel not-human to a degree that the rest of us writers can only aspire to. Exceptional, too, is the way he makes Theta actually seem like a younger version of One, which so rarely happens--not at all the innocent lambkin of some portrayals, but shrewd, brilliant, manipulative and AWESOME. Ultimately, though, this story is a must-read for the humor of the premise itself: what is it with the Doctor and evil ex-boyfriends?
Theta had the temerity to be humming when Koschei entered. Humming! Slapping the dangling cords away, he stamped over to where Theta stood over his worktable, grabbed him, and threw him against the wall. He saw Theta’s wide, puzzled eyes for only a moment before he leaned in to claim Theta’s lips in a brutal and possessive kiss. Then, tearing himself away, he snarled. “You’re mine.”
“Hmm?” Theta looked genuinely mystified, as if he had no idea why Koschei might be in such a rage. No one could look innocently bewildered as well as Theta could, but Koschei knew him too well and too long to fall for that trick.
Link to the story: Patterns (at The Prydonian)
Pairing: Theta/Koschei, Theta/War Chief (not War Chief!Master)
Length: 1k
Rating: R
Warnings: None
Author on LJ (or Teaspoon, or Prydonian):
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Why this must be read: Completely.bloody.HILARIOUS. Blackletter writes Gallifrey like nobody else I know, in a very, very good way: his Time Lords feel not-human to a degree that the rest of us writers can only aspire to. Exceptional, too, is the way he makes Theta actually seem like a younger version of One, which so rarely happens--not at all the innocent lambkin of some portrayals, but shrewd, brilliant, manipulative and AWESOME. Ultimately, though, this story is a must-read for the humor of the premise itself: what is it with the Doctor and evil ex-boyfriends?
Theta had the temerity to be humming when Koschei entered. Humming! Slapping the dangling cords away, he stamped over to where Theta stood over his worktable, grabbed him, and threw him against the wall. He saw Theta’s wide, puzzled eyes for only a moment before he leaned in to claim Theta’s lips in a brutal and possessive kiss. Then, tearing himself away, he snarled. “You’re mine.”
“Hmm?” Theta looked genuinely mystified, as if he had no idea why Koschei might be in such a rage. No one could look innocently bewildered as well as Theta could, but Koschei knew him too well and too long to fall for that trick.
Link to the story: Patterns (at The Prydonian)