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My words are sometimes not nearly descriptive enough. A wordsmith named [livejournal.com profile] true_enough has penned a description of the Magnificent Seven, and of the relation - both canon and fanon - of Chris and Vin, that beggers any descriptive powers of my own. Read. Enjoy. Pursue.
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This has me nearly weeping with laughter every single time I read it. Right here - right here in this story - is the real reason Chris Larabee Looks Ready To Kill.

Things Boys Get Up To
by Kitipurr
Universe: ATF - Characters: Chris/Buck, JD, Vin, Vin/JD - Genres: Humor
Rating: FRT - Details: Slash
"So we were walkin' back to the hotel," Buck continued, and decided to cut through the park."

"At two-thirty in the morning." Chris shook his head. "You guys could have been mugged."

"Trust me, pard, in the condition we were in, you could have shot us with a bazooka and we wouldn't have felt a thing."

"Actually, we might have been mugged," Vin added. "Does anyone else have a vague recollection of some guy jumping out of the bushes with a gun?"

"A little?" JD said questioningly. "I think you high-kicked the gun and then Buck slugged him."
*wails*
wordwitch: Woman in a shift, reading on a couch (recommendations)
This is great stuff; not guy-safe, but worth it nonetheless. It's the basic story of through necessity, our heroes must blend in with the gay scene, and learn that they may be more a part of it than they had thought. Specifically, the ATF's Team Seven has been sent down to Florida for a conference - and the only hotel with any rooms is a gay resort, clothing-optional, over-eighteen only.

Here is a lovely taste - poor Nathan! )

10 chapters and an epilogue. Go wallow.
wordwitch: Woman in a shift, reading on a couch (Default)
This is great stuff; not guy-safe, but worth it nonetheless. It's the basic story of through necessity, our heroes must blend in with the gay scene, and learn that they may be more a part of it than they had thought. Specifically, the ATF's Team Seven has been sent down to Florida for a conference - and the only hotel with any rooms is a gay resort, clothing-optional, over-eighteen only.

Here is a lovely taste - poor Nathan! )

10 chapters and an epilogue. Go wallow.
wordwitch: Woman in a shift, reading on a couch (recommendations)
How Four Idjiots Got Baptized by Pat

1. Do not drink, neither eat nor consume elsewise while reading this fic.
2. Completely gen and safe for anyone not afflicted with asthma.
3. Magnificent Seven, and a fine introduction to the boys.
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This is an odd fandom, in which many many stories are told. It is odd because it has spawned, and supports, multiple near-canon Alternate Universes (AUs). It is odd because there are seven men to keep track of. It is odd because it regularly spans space and time. It is odd because several pairings are obvious, and more are supported.

There is often a long, slow quality to M7 stories, echoing the openness and vast silences of the Old West in which the actual, canon, television story was set. This in spite of the fact that action, when it comes, is fast and violent and frequently lethal. The men tend to spend a lot of time thinking, but not talking, about their own histories and motivations and self-doubts. The violence of the time in which the original story was set, political, social, and legal, allows assumptions about the men based on what they reveal of themselves and what we know of those facts. At least two and possibly as many as six of the men served, for example, in the Civil War - and they do not question each other concerning which side. Only the most vicious of them comes from an intact parental situation, and we are given to understand that he has not communicated with his parents in years - possibly because they died after he became an adult.

My lady cannot make heads nor tails of this fandom; she finds the stories empty where I find them rich. One such rich story - actually a set of consecutive stories - is the To Make of Heaven, Earth arc that begins with Salus Venia. This story, concentrating on Vin Tanner and Chris Larabee, is set in what is known as the ATF universe, in which the Seven are Team Seven of the Department of Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms, based in Denver, Colorado. I find it rich and dense, the action swift, the contemplation not simplistic (which drives me right up a tree, believe me!), and the consequences walked through unblinkingly. And the villains are believable.
A snippet of text:
"What did Luca say to you? Really?" Chris asked, turning the bottle of beer around on the counter top.

Vin was silent a long time but finally took a breath and drew one knee up, leaning back against the cabinet doors. "He wanted to know if you liked being top or bottom and if I took either position because I liked them or because you were my boss. Then he offered to let me suck his dick and he'd get the others to back off."

"Jesus, Vin. He's lucky you didn't take his head off."

Vin smiled a little and sipped his beer. "I told him yes. He swung first."

Chris stared and then seeing Vin's mouth twitch, started laughing. "Oh, Christ, Tanner. You did, didn't you? Scared the beejesus out of him."

"Something like it. I think I said something about that being in the reg book as soliciting a fellow agent."
~@~

On a more hilarious note is the work in progress(WIP) The Latin Series, by Raven. Also set within the ATF universe, this story focuses on Ezra Standish and JD Dunne, and twists the AU still further such that JD is not, in fact, a working member of the team. A quote to tease your palate:
"Aren't you cold like that?" he asked curiously, putting off looking at the paperwork in his hands. Surely to God he wasn't really going to take a sex slave home?!

John shrugged. "Not really," but as though the question had reminded him, he shivered, and goosebumps broke out across his back and arms, and he grinned. "Oh, that's attractive. You still sure?"
~@~


Set in the Old West, quite thoroughly amidst canon, so thoroughly that it takes up at the end of a key episode, is The Lucifer Match, by Gwennyth Rhys. Another very long story, but this time complete in itself, it shows the men working together on their original mandate: the protection of one far-western town on the border of nowhere much. Trying to be a part of a very small place with the rigid expectations that even gunslingers, gamblers and defrocked priests must abide by. A quote:
There were Rules here, rules they all followed, that ruled their lives. Mary had broken a number of them -- spending time in the saloon, time alone with men -- but she was in a position in the town that she could sometimes break them. Not this time, this rule would not allow her to break it. Even she knew this rule was a brittle eggshell held in her hand, one she couldn't let go of or mishandle, or it would spill itself all over the ground. She had to Stay Back, she had to Let Chris Be, and she could not talk about her feelings for him. Not with him, not with anybody else.

And Chris knew his side of the Rules; he was not allowed to stay in that same place with her he'd been in before, pretending they were friends, wondering if they'd be anything else. Now he had to move along, because he had rejected her as his potential object of affection, had thrown himself into the web of a spider, right in front of Mary, and they were both caught on the spider's silk, spun in it and sucked dry of life. He had caught Mary's hopes and feelings in the web, had dragged them along with him on their silky wings. No words of apology could change the rules. Now they had to Move Along. Move Forward. Alone.

As I said: long, slow, full of pondering and meat and, when the opportunity arises, heat sufficient to cook an entire lasagne.
wordwitch: Woman in a shift, reading on a couch (Default)
This is an odd fandom, in which many many stories are told. It is odd because it has spawned, and supports, multiple near-canon Alternate Universes (AUs). It is odd because there are seven men to keep track of. It is odd because it regularly spans space and time. It is odd because several pairings are obvious, and more are supported.

There is often a long, slow quality to M7 stories, echoing the openness and vast silences of the Old West in which the actual, canon, television story was set. This in spite of the fact that action, when it comes, is fast and violent and frequently lethal. The men tend to spend a lot of time thinking, but not talking, about their own histories and motivations and self-doubts. The violence of the time in which the original story was set, political, social, and legal, allows assumptions about the men based on what they reveal of themselves and what we know of those facts. At least two and possibly as many as six of the men served, for example, in the Civil War - and they do not question each other concerning which side. Only the most vicious of them comes from an intact parental situation, and we are given to understand that he has not communicated with his parents in years - possibly because they died after he became an adult.

My lady cannot make heads nor tails of this fandom; she finds the stories empty where I find them rich. One such rich story - actually a set of consecutive stories - is the To Make of Heaven, Earth arc that begins with Salus Venia. This story, concentrating on Vin Tanner and Chris Larabee, is set in what is known as the ATF universe, in which the Seven are Team Seven of the Department of Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms, based in Denver, Colorado. I find it rich and dense, the action swift, the contemplation not simplistic (which drives me right up a tree, believe me!), and the consequences walked through unblinkingly. And the villains are believable.
A snippet of text:
"What did Luca say to you? Really?" Chris asked, turning the bottle of beer around on the counter top.

Vin was silent a long time but finally took a breath and drew one knee up, leaning back against the cabinet doors. "He wanted to know if you liked being top or bottom and if I took either position because I liked them or because you were my boss. Then he offered to let me suck his dick and he'd get the others to back off."

"Jesus, Vin. He's lucky you didn't take his head off."

Vin smiled a little and sipped his beer. "I told him yes. He swung first."

Chris stared and then seeing Vin's mouth twitch, started laughing. "Oh, Christ, Tanner. You did, didn't you? Scared the beejesus out of him."

"Something like it. I think I said something about that being in the reg book as soliciting a fellow agent."
~@~

On a more hilarious note is the work in progress(WIP) The Latin Series, by Raven. Also set within the ATF universe, this story focuses on Ezra Standish and JD Dunne, and twists the AU still further such that JD is not, in fact, a working member of the team. A quote to tease your palate:
"Aren't you cold like that?" he asked curiously, putting off looking at the paperwork in his hands. Surely to God he wasn't really going to take a sex slave home?!

John shrugged. "Not really," but as though the question had reminded him, he shivered, and goosebumps broke out across his back and arms, and he grinned. "Oh, that's attractive. You still sure?"
~@~


Set in the Old West, quite thoroughly amidst canon, so thoroughly that it takes up at the end of a key episode, is The Lucifer Match, by Gwennyth Rhys. Another very long story, but this time complete in itself, it shows the men working together on their original mandate: the protection of one far-western town on the border of nowhere much. Trying to be a part of a very small place with the rigid expectations that even gunslingers, gamblers and defrocked priests must abide by. A quote:
There were Rules here, rules they all followed, that ruled their lives. Mary had broken a number of them -- spending time in the saloon, time alone with men -- but she was in a position in the town that she could sometimes break them. Not this time, this rule would not allow her to break it. Even she knew this rule was a brittle eggshell held in her hand, one she couldn't let go of or mishandle, or it would spill itself all over the ground. She had to Stay Back, she had to Let Chris Be, and she could not talk about her feelings for him. Not with him, not with anybody else.

And Chris knew his side of the Rules; he was not allowed to stay in that same place with her he'd been in before, pretending they were friends, wondering if they'd be anything else. Now he had to move along, because he had rejected her as his potential object of affection, had thrown himself into the web of a spider, right in front of Mary, and they were both caught on the spider's silk, spun in it and sucked dry of life. He had caught Mary's hopes and feelings in the web, had dragged them along with him on their silky wings. No words of apology could change the rules. Now they had to Move Along. Move Forward. Alone.

As I said: long, slow, full of pondering and meat and, when the opportunity arises, heat sufficient to cook an entire lasagne.

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