|December Posting Meme - Five Awesome Fics You Should All Read And Why
||[Dec. 8th, 2018|04:43 pm]
Reports May Have Been Exaggerated by Fayhe (Spy; Susan Cooper/Rick Ford, Susan Cooper/Rayna Boyanov; Teen; 7K)|
Okay, so I didn't see the movie Spy when it first came out because I was operating under the misapprehension that I was not the sort of person who enjoyed Melissa McCarthy movies. It turns out that not only do I enjoy those movies very much, but I have quite the crush on Melissa McCarthy. There is probably some sort of lesson to be gleaned here. Anyway. Spy is a brilliant movie, hilarious and delightful, and this fic is like the pure distilled version of everything about the movie that made me so happy when I first watched it.
Plus, the writing is sharp as a tack, for example:
Rayna darted a look at Susan, sideways, like a fish feinting at food. Her mouth was doing that thing it did when the natural human instinct to smile came up against years of boarding school trauma, Eastern European stoicism and Oxfordian repression, as well as Rayna's own special brand of reptilian disdain for other human beings.
heaven is where you build it (hell isn't that bothered) by thesmokinggnu (Person of Interest; Root/Shaw;Teen; 6k)
This a fusion with Good Omens, but honestly I don't think you have to have read that or seen PoI to find this fic about a grouchy angel and a perky demon flirting across the centuries delightful.
The dialogue crackles, it's the sort of thing that might have been described as banter back before lads ruined that word for the rest of us:
“Right. So Robespierre and Lafayette are ours. Who’ve you got?”
“Desmoulins and Antoinette.”
“What about Louis?”
“Autocrat ruling by divine mandate? Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?”
“Despotic tyrant starving his own people?” Sameen retorted, “I don’t know, Root, you tell me.”
Ladies Who Organise by reckonedrightly (Discworld; Vetinari; Teen; 6k)
Even if you don't usually go for genderswaps I still think there's a lot to love in this tale of Haveline Vetinari and her rise to become the more or less benevolent dictator of Ankh-Morpork - road trips, background femslash, small ugly dogs named Vlad.
The writing is sharp and funny without trying to replicate Pratchett bear for beat:
“I’ve often noted that dogs have a natural affinity for me,” Haveline remarked, scritching the dog behind the ears.
“Have you,” said Sybil, slowly and carefully, watching the dog tremble and then wag its tail like a man pleading for his life. “Yes. I can certainly see why you might think that.”
Haveline’s fingers had found a little silver disc on the dog’s collar, which nestled in its sparse and grimy fur. “My name is Vlad. If you find me,” she read, “please return me to Zer Castle, Bonk, Ubervald.”
& a past life in the trunk by notbecauseofvictories (Daredevil; Karen Page, slight Karen/Claire; Teen; 7k)
*recced in memory of the Marvel Netflix shows; farewell you overlong, underlit bastards, I shall miss you.
More than straight up genderswaps I love fics where the secondary female character gets to do the (almost always much cooler job) of the main dude; think Leia's the one who trains as a Jedi, or Peggy Carter is the one to get the super soldier serum. I call the Backwards in High Heels fics.
In this Matt dies pretty early after becoming the Devil of Hell's Kitchen and Karen picks up the mantle, and it just works:
Karen is selfish and hard to kill. She wonders sometimes if Matt would have approved, if he would have wanted her to be someone better than this, to wear the mask and not deserve the ‘Devil of Hell’s Kitchen’ title. To not have Wesley in her dreams, smiling and smiling, then opening his mouth and swallowing the city whole. To tell Claire to run. To understand Foggy’s anger.
But Karen is selfish and hard to kill and she wonders if Matt would have been as effective.
Maggie Fitzgerald and the Saltwater Drip by antistar_e (The Amazing Spider-Man; Gwen Stacy; Teen; 79k)
Speaking of Backwards in High Heels fics, this is THE CLASSIC of the subgenre; Spider-Gwen before there was such a thing as Spider-Gwen.
Google politely tells her there are no poisonous spiders in Manhattan. Judging by her symptoms -- fever, superstrength, newfound desire to shove herself into small dark spaces, and sudden reputation as a masked vigilante -- Gwen would beg to differ.
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