FIC: Variations of Use
Jul. 30th, 2012 11:12 pmugh, this month really got away from me D:
Title: Variations of Use
Author: aubkae
Pairing: Sherlock/Victor Trevor, a very little bit of Sherlock/John
Length: 5,000 words
Rating: R/Mature
Warnings: Drug addiction, slight dub-con (neither of the listed pairings)
Verse: Sherlock BBC, though Trevor and the case of the Gloria Scott are bookverse.
Author's summary: Sherlock's smile is crooked and shaky and uncertain what it's doing on his face, but Victor just smiles back. And then there's Sebastian, and a mirror, and a razor, and a straw. He smiles at Sherlock like he has a secret.
Reccer's comments: I'm insta-reccing this because I actually just read it, and it is beautiful and gut-punchy and every sort of amazing. The writing is a bit sparse, and the story seems to be told in a series of connected vignettes, and it really, really works. Also, certain phrases and themes are repeated in a really effective way. as for characters, Victor is a really nice guy here, and I love the two of them together, but I can't fault him for the decision he ultimately makes. Seb is pitch-perfect and a creepy asshole without really being a villain, which I find very believable. And Sherlock's obsessive focus on uncovering the truth of everything means he knows exactly how to lie convincingly to himself. Watching the trainwreck that is his life in his 20s is kind of heartbreaking, but not overdone. Basically, everything about this fic is A++.
"He's just using you," says Victor.
"Obviously." Sherlock frowns at his pipette. "I'm using him too."
Victor sighs, bending back to his notes. His arm brushes up against Sherlock's and disrupts his concentration for at least three minutes. This has become a trend.
Sherlock knows what it means, of course, but he flatly refuses to think about it.
Title: Variations of Use
Author: aubkae
Pairing: Sherlock/Victor Trevor, a very little bit of Sherlock/John
Length: 5,000 words
Rating: R/Mature
Warnings: Drug addiction, slight dub-con (neither of the listed pairings)
Verse: Sherlock BBC, though Trevor and the case of the Gloria Scott are bookverse.
Author's summary: Sherlock's smile is crooked and shaky and uncertain what it's doing on his face, but Victor just smiles back. And then there's Sebastian, and a mirror, and a razor, and a straw. He smiles at Sherlock like he has a secret.
Reccer's comments: I'm insta-reccing this because I actually just read it, and it is beautiful and gut-punchy and every sort of amazing. The writing is a bit sparse, and the story seems to be told in a series of connected vignettes, and it really, really works. Also, certain phrases and themes are repeated in a really effective way. as for characters, Victor is a really nice guy here, and I love the two of them together, but I can't fault him for the decision he ultimately makes. Seb is pitch-perfect and a creepy asshole without really being a villain, which I find very believable. And Sherlock's obsessive focus on uncovering the truth of everything means he knows exactly how to lie convincingly to himself. Watching the trainwreck that is his life in his 20s is kind of heartbreaking, but not overdone. Basically, everything about this fic is A++.
"He's just using you," says Victor.
"Obviously." Sherlock frowns at his pipette. "I'm using him too."
Victor sighs, bending back to his notes. His arm brushes up against Sherlock's and disrupts his concentration for at least three minutes. This has become a trend.
Sherlock knows what it means, of course, but he flatly refuses to think about it.
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Date: 2012-07-31 06:50 am (UTC)