Rec: Sartorial Differences by aralias
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best_enemiesOh my god I meant to post more recs than this over my brief period as tastetester for you fine folks. Ah well, let's end on a particularly high note.
Title: Sartorial Differences
Pairing: Six/Ainley!Master
Length: approx 2,500
Summary: In order to make Trial of a Time Lord make some sort of sense, the Doctor goes back in time, to before his trial, to ask if the Master would mind doing him a massive favour...
Warnings: Spoilers for Trial of a Time Lord: The Ultimate Foe
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aralias
Why this must be read: OK, first of all this is a fic that explains not one but two wardrobe changes in what I feel is a very cogent, humorous manner. (Oh, and the whole messed up end of Trial thing, but surely that is of less import.) And did I say humorous? I meant hilarious. There are fics you read that are funny and you have a smile on your face the whole way through. Then there are fics like this, where you're snorting and giggling and kind of hoping no-one can hear you, but at the same time you're boggling because it's all so wonderfully in character. This is Six and Ainley at their snarky, brilliant best. They spar perfectly and the delight is in how they not only clearly want each other, but are enjoying their one-upmanship just as much as having found a pretext for sexytimes. There are traces of the old Three/D!Master partnerships here, but they are in no way mistakeable for anyone but themselves. And Six. Six being sneaky and sexy and smug what more do you need from a fic?
Excerpt:
“Very well,” the Master said. “I will, of course, require something in return.”
“I might have known,” the Doctor groaned, withdrawing his hand as though he had not dropped in to call on his nemesis with the specific intention of exchanging sexual favours for favours of a less pleasurable nature. As though it was not obvious that he was looking forward to the exchange. “Always the same with you, isn’t it? I expect you want-”
“Your coat,” the Master said pleasantly.
The Doctor stared at him, and the expression on his face was worth spending the night alone. “My coat? My coat? My - What on earth do you want my coat for?”
Link to the story: Here.
Title: Sartorial Differences
Pairing: Six/Ainley!Master
Length: approx 2,500
Summary: In order to make Trial of a Time Lord make some sort of sense, the Doctor goes back in time, to before his trial, to ask if the Master would mind doing him a massive favour...
Warnings: Spoilers for Trial of a Time Lord: The Ultimate Foe
Author on LJ (or Teaspoon, or Prydonian):
araliasWhy this must be read: OK, first of all this is a fic that explains not one but two wardrobe changes in what I feel is a very cogent, humorous manner. (Oh, and the whole messed up end of Trial thing, but surely that is of less import.) And did I say humorous? I meant hilarious. There are fics you read that are funny and you have a smile on your face the whole way through. Then there are fics like this, where you're snorting and giggling and kind of hoping no-one can hear you, but at the same time you're boggling because it's all so wonderfully in character. This is Six and Ainley at their snarky, brilliant best. They spar perfectly and the delight is in how they not only clearly want each other, but are enjoying their one-upmanship just as much as having found a pretext for sexytimes. There are traces of the old Three/D!Master partnerships here, but they are in no way mistakeable for anyone but themselves. And Six. Six being sneaky and sexy and smug what more do you need from a fic?
Excerpt:
“Very well,” the Master said. “I will, of course, require something in return.”
“I might have known,” the Doctor groaned, withdrawing his hand as though he had not dropped in to call on his nemesis with the specific intention of exchanging sexual favours for favours of a less pleasurable nature. As though it was not obvious that he was looking forward to the exchange. “Always the same with you, isn’t it? I expect you want-”
“Your coat,” the Master said pleasantly.
The Doctor stared at him, and the expression on his face was worth spending the night alone. “My coat? My coat? My - What on earth do you want my coat for?”
Link to the story: Here.
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