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dragonlady7) wrote2017-04-21 02:31 pm
dragonlady7) wrote2017-04-21 02:31 pm
The Sled Dog Guy Mystery, on AO3, a modern A/U Bodhi/Cassian story featuring mystery, intrigue, a...
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The Sled Dog Guy Mystery, on AO3, a modern A/U Bodhi/Cassian story featuring mystery, intrigue, a sarcastic German Shepherd named K2, nosy neighbors Baze and Chirrut, the hypothermia snuggling-for-warmth trope, and some terrible knitwear that may secretly turn out to be plot-significant. Rated E because they take that hypothermia trope really seriously.
(Despite the summary, it turned out not to be either crack or fluff. Warnings as listed at the fic page.)
“Sled Dog,” Sled Dog Guy repeated, mystified, but he was still smiling. Oh no, Bodhi thought. He’s hot. Without the obscuring frame of the furry hood, it was a lot easier to make out the fact that he had a really handsome narrow face, high cheekbones, slightly aquiline nose, round deep-set eyes with crinkled corners that gave him a mischievous look, really chiseled jaw– yeah unfortunate. “Oh, the– the coat.”
“Your parka,” Bodhi said. “I thought you probably mushed dogs for a living, and was wondering where one would park one’s dog team around here. I see you don’t have the parka or the dogs today.”
“No,” Sled Dog Guy said, “I wish I had a team of sled dogs! But no, it’s not as cold today. I still wouldn’t be sitting on a bench outside, though, what are you doing? Where’s your great hat?”
Bodhi gestured at his van. “Locked out,” he said. “Waiting for the dispatcher to send someone else. Didn’t wear the hat because it wasn’t that cold today, but I regret it now.”
“Shit,” Sled Dog Guy said. He looked at the van, looked up and down the street, then sat down next to Bodhi and leaned in a little. “Electronic locks?”
“No,” Bodhi said, “mechanical, why?”
Sled Dog Guy chewed on his lip. “I could probably get that door open,” he said quietly. He glanced over at Bodhi again. “Would you tell anybody?”
“Well, I’d have to explain it,” Bodhi said.
“We can pretend I work for Triple A,” Sled Dog Guy said, leaning in conspiratorially. “I used to. That’s how I know I can do it. The ones with the electronic locks and the car alarms, no, but if it’s a mechanical lock, I can open it.”
The Sled Dog Guy Mystery, on AO3, a modern A/U Bodhi/Cassian story featuring mystery, intrigue, a sarcastic German Shepherd named K2, nosy neighbors Baze and Chirrut, the hypothermia snuggling-for-warmth trope, and some terrible knitwear that may secretly turn out to be plot-significant. Rated E because they take that hypothermia trope really seriously.
(Despite the summary, it turned out not to be either crack or fluff. Warnings as listed at the fic page.)
“Sled Dog,” Sled Dog Guy repeated, mystified, but he was still smiling. Oh no, Bodhi thought. He’s hot. Without the obscuring frame of the furry hood, it was a lot easier to make out the fact that he had a really handsome narrow face, high cheekbones, slightly aquiline nose, round deep-set eyes with crinkled corners that gave him a mischievous look, really chiseled jaw– yeah unfortunate. “Oh, the– the coat.”
“Your parka,” Bodhi said. “I thought you probably mushed dogs for a living, and was wondering where one would park one’s dog team around here. I see you don’t have the parka or the dogs today.”
“No,” Sled Dog Guy said, “I wish I had a team of sled dogs! But no, it’s not as cold today. I still wouldn’t be sitting on a bench outside, though, what are you doing? Where’s your great hat?”
Bodhi gestured at his van. “Locked out,” he said. “Waiting for the dispatcher to send someone else. Didn’t wear the hat because it wasn’t that cold today, but I regret it now.”
“Shit,” Sled Dog Guy said. He looked at the van, looked up and down the street, then sat down next to Bodhi and leaned in a little. “Electronic locks?”
“No,” Bodhi said, “mechanical, why?”
Sled Dog Guy chewed on his lip. “I could probably get that door open,” he said quietly. He glanced over at Bodhi again. “Would you tell anybody?”
“Well, I’d have to explain it,” Bodhi said.
“We can pretend I work for Triple A,” Sled Dog Guy said, leaning in conspiratorially. “I used to. That’s how I know I can do it. The ones with the electronic locks and the car alarms, no, but if it’s a mechanical lock, I can open it.”