Fic Rec Friday
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emansilI'm going to attempt to do this each Friday, but as I am prone to stop things almost as soon as I start them, this probably won't last very long. We'll just have to see.
This first one is going to be all about Yuletide Fics. I've not read many of them due to the fact that I'm generally completely unaware of most of the original source material. Those I do know were consumed so long ago, I can't recall most of the important stuff.
What follows are the ones that really stood out for me:
Echoes of the Ocean> , by gentlezombie, fandom: The Scorpio Races
If you've not read this beautiful, lyrical and darkly mythical tale by Maggie Stiefvater I strongly recommend you do. It's wonderfully written And this fic is very reminiscent of the style of the original novel.
It's a story of loss, so much loss, yet potential joy.
We are not the same, Corr and I, after that last race by the Scorpio Sea. Change always seemed alien to me, something that didn’t touch windswept Thisby or the dark blue ocean biting at its shores. But we went and changed, both of us. Corr kept me alive, a shield between me and the sea and the mass of capaill uisce thundering past us like death. I kept Puck Connolly alive, or tried to, and tied a red ribbon bracelet around her wrist, remembering the flutter of her pulse against my lips.
I will be Myself by katekane fandom: Anne with an E, Anne of Green Gables
Diana's journey from when she first realizes that she loves, truly loves Anne and the fear it brings her to her complete embrace of those feelings are so well done. It's a story that makes the possibility of an Anne and Diana relation not only seen as possible, but almost necessary. By the end it just makes so much sense.
“It isn’t a game to me!” Diana admits, and Anne, to her credit, only freezes for a fraction of a second. Then her hands tighten their hold on Diana’s wrists. Even when Diana spills everything she has hitherto held back. “It was never a game to me. I told you; I told you the very first time we met! Imagination is not my strong suit. It is yours. You pretend we are these romantic heroes, but I can't pretend.” Diana sniffs in what must be a most unladylike manner. She cannot bring herself to care.
never been good at this nice shit (but I can try if you like it) by rayguntomyhead, fandom: Marvelous Mrs Maisel
This fic was so much fun. Such a short, warm delight. Both Susie and Midge are so in character, it's like this should--must be--part of an upcoming scene. Gorgeous, funny and so hot!
Midge rolls onto her side, scrunching her legs up under her all long limbs and puddles of soft fabric. The bed is barely big enough for the two of them, and the way it sags is nearly enough to roll Susie into Midge, if she isn’t careful.
“You know,” Midge curls an arm under her head and the smirk in her eyes sparks bright enough to near spin Susie’s head around. “If we were queer birds, we’d totally be going out.”
Midge’s eyes are so very blue, and her lipstick’s smudged almost off. Susie wants to kiss her lips red again. She clears her throat.
“…well, Miss ‘I Went to a Women’s College’, I think we’ve now established we both have an inclination towards the lavender,” Susie says.
And One Go Alone by Magistera Fandom: The Dark is Rising
This fic is so gorgeous. Full disclosure though, I'm so in love with the idea of Bran and Will in any form that I tend to fall head over heels over anything that includes them. And this fic delivers. Will is left alone after all that has happened. The others have move on, or have forgotten what they endured and shared together, or so he thinks. Will not only remembers but he is tasked with continuing to keep watch over the potential of the coming Dark. It is after all the role of the last of the "Old Ones"
Will studies him carefully before he answers. "How much do you remember?" he asks. Bran's blank look tells him everything he needs to know. "Look," he says, "Earlier today, I came upon a pawn shop, and I found – I saw – this is yours," Will blurts, and shoves the harp at him.
Bran takes it with an indrawn breath, running his fingers along the strings. Will notices that when he does it the notes are harmonious rather than jangly. "This – this is mine, isn't it? Or it was...I thought I would never see it again." He raises his eyes to Will's, and Will can see the purpose filling them up. He can see the memories filling them up. "We've got a job to be about, haven't we?"
I tried to do a cut to make it not take up so much of your space, I'm not sure if it worked or not. If not, apologies.
This first one is going to be all about Yuletide Fics. I've not read many of them due to the fact that I'm generally completely unaware of most of the original source material. Those I do know were consumed so long ago, I can't recall most of the important stuff.
What follows are the ones that really stood out for me:
Echoes of the Ocean> , by gentlezombie, fandom: The Scorpio Races
If you've not read this beautiful, lyrical and darkly mythical tale by Maggie Stiefvater I strongly recommend you do. It's wonderfully written And this fic is very reminiscent of the style of the original novel.
It's a story of loss, so much loss, yet potential joy.
We are not the same, Corr and I, after that last race by the Scorpio Sea. Change always seemed alien to me, something that didn’t touch windswept Thisby or the dark blue ocean biting at its shores. But we went and changed, both of us. Corr kept me alive, a shield between me and the sea and the mass of capaill uisce thundering past us like death. I kept Puck Connolly alive, or tried to, and tied a red ribbon bracelet around her wrist, remembering the flutter of her pulse against my lips.
I will be Myself by katekane fandom: Anne with an E, Anne of Green Gables
Diana's journey from when she first realizes that she loves, truly loves Anne and the fear it brings her to her complete embrace of those feelings are so well done. It's a story that makes the possibility of an Anne and Diana relation not only seen as possible, but almost necessary. By the end it just makes so much sense.
“It isn’t a game to me!” Diana admits, and Anne, to her credit, only freezes for a fraction of a second. Then her hands tighten their hold on Diana’s wrists. Even when Diana spills everything she has hitherto held back. “It was never a game to me. I told you; I told you the very first time we met! Imagination is not my strong suit. It is yours. You pretend we are these romantic heroes, but I can't pretend.” Diana sniffs in what must be a most unladylike manner. She cannot bring herself to care.
never been good at this nice shit (but I can try if you like it) by rayguntomyhead, fandom: Marvelous Mrs Maisel
This fic was so much fun. Such a short, warm delight. Both Susie and Midge are so in character, it's like this should--must be--part of an upcoming scene. Gorgeous, funny and so hot!
Midge rolls onto her side, scrunching her legs up under her all long limbs and puddles of soft fabric. The bed is barely big enough for the two of them, and the way it sags is nearly enough to roll Susie into Midge, if she isn’t careful.
“You know,” Midge curls an arm under her head and the smirk in her eyes sparks bright enough to near spin Susie’s head around. “If we were queer birds, we’d totally be going out.”
Midge’s eyes are so very blue, and her lipstick’s smudged almost off. Susie wants to kiss her lips red again. She clears her throat.
“…well, Miss ‘I Went to a Women’s College’, I think we’ve now established we both have an inclination towards the lavender,” Susie says.
And One Go Alone by Magistera Fandom: The Dark is Rising
This fic is so gorgeous. Full disclosure though, I'm so in love with the idea of Bran and Will in any form that I tend to fall head over heels over anything that includes them. And this fic delivers. Will is left alone after all that has happened. The others have move on, or have forgotten what they endured and shared together, or so he thinks. Will not only remembers but he is tasked with continuing to keep watch over the potential of the coming Dark. It is after all the role of the last of the "Old Ones"
Will studies him carefully before he answers. "How much do you remember?" he asks. Bran's blank look tells him everything he needs to know. "Look," he says, "Earlier today, I came upon a pawn shop, and I found – I saw – this is yours," Will blurts, and shoves the harp at him.
Bran takes it with an indrawn breath, running his fingers along the strings. Will notices that when he does it the notes are harmonious rather than jangly. "This – this is mine, isn't it? Or it was...I thought I would never see it again." He raises his eyes to Will's, and Will can see the purpose filling them up. He can see the memories filling them up. "We've got a job to be about, haven't we?"
I tried to do a cut to make it not take up so much of your space, I'm not sure if it worked or not. If not, apologies.
