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dorindaHappy New Year! Uh, belatedly! Time really got away from me...I fell ill right after Christmas, and am just now starting to play catch-up.
I got to write The Sting this year!:
What Wouldn't I Do For That Man (11779 words) by Dorinda
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Sting (1973)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Henry Gondorff/Johnny Hooker
Characters: Henry Gondorff, Johnny Hooker (The Sting), Original Characters
Additional Tags: Con Artists, 1930s, Gay Bar, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Nonverbal Communication, First Time, Post-Canon
Summary: Johnny strained for the faintly crackling feeling of awareness he'd gotten used to, looked for those tiny shifts of head, hands, stance—but nothing doing. Henry's attention was fully on the matinee idol and the idol's on him, murmuring in their own closed circle, while Johnny watched them like a stray through a cafe window.
Alphabetotter had some intriguing prompts, including an interest in Johnny discovering a really big intersection between the grifter and queer communities, and that snagged me by the imagination right away. There's a lot more historical context I find thought-provoking but didn't have any reason to include or at least explicate in the story itself, so maybe that'll have to come up another time.
I got to write The Sting this year!:
What Wouldn't I Do For That Man (11779 words) by Dorinda
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Sting (1973)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Henry Gondorff/Johnny Hooker
Characters: Henry Gondorff, Johnny Hooker (The Sting), Original Characters
Additional Tags: Con Artists, 1930s, Gay Bar, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Nonverbal Communication, First Time, Post-Canon
Summary: Johnny strained for the faintly crackling feeling of awareness he'd gotten used to, looked for those tiny shifts of head, hands, stance—but nothing doing. Henry's attention was fully on the matinee idol and the idol's on him, murmuring in their own closed circle, while Johnny watched them like a stray through a cafe window.
Okay, so, this was new. He'd gotten on top of every knuckleball Henry had thrown him so far. You just had to watch, and then you'd see. Nobody ever said it was always going to be a goddamn delight.
Alphabetotter had some intriguing prompts, including an interest in Johnny discovering a really big intersection between the grifter and queer communities, and that snagged me by the imagination right away. There's a lot more historical context I find thought-provoking but didn't have any reason to include or at least explicate in the story itself, so maybe that'll have to come up another time.
