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Dead Girls Don't Kiss by Connecticut Junkie (R)
Fandom: X-MEN COMICVERSE
Pairing: Wolverine/Jubilee
Author on LJ: N/A
Author Website: N/A
Why this must be read:
I swear, y’all, I’ve got some less melancholy fics coming up. I SWEAR. But, for now, y’all will have to be totally bummed out by this short story.
So, I'd been a fan of CTJ's Gilmore Girls fic for a while when I noticed that she was writing X-Men stories too. I had kind of abandoned the X-Men franchise some time in the late-nineties when everything got boring and stupid. I tested the waters of the fandom with this fic and was totally hooked again. It's gut-wrenchingly sad with spot-on characterization, great lines and beautiful narration. I cannot say enough good things about this story.
Dead Girls Don’t Kiss is a story about how experiences change us in ways that are never solely good or bad. And, ultimately, it’s about how we can love people even when they disappoint us.
She’d died on him not once but twice. The first time when she’d been nineteen, crucified, and left on the doorstep of the mansion like a sick greeting card. But thanks to Warren, she'd come back. Not the same as before, although he couldn’t have been sure since he hadn’t even seen her in years. She came back darker, harder, all edges and angles where it used to be softness and shiny, pink bubbles of gum. She came back as two people- the girl who’d tagged after him in her formative years, and the woman who kept herself distant.
Not that she’d singled him out- she’d retreated from everyone equally. But in the past, when she’d go into her own world, he’d always been granted access. He had wondered if maybe Angelo had been more than a friend, and his inner beast snarled at the thought. Which scared the man. Jubilee was not his mate. But the beast would not be silenced, and continued to growl, quiet but incessant. A constant pull that he had to consciously fight. It made him take even more time off from the team than he really wanted, because he could not trust himself completely. Because he knew she did.
But some history could not be forgotten. And though Chuck had probably picked up on some of the vibes, he’d still assigned Logan and Jubilee to an undercover mission in China.
Where she died for the second time.
Dead Girls Don't Kiss
Pairing: Wolverine/Jubilee
Author on LJ: N/A
Author Website: N/A
Why this must be read:
I swear, y’all, I’ve got some less melancholy fics coming up. I SWEAR. But, for now, y’all will have to be totally bummed out by this short story.
So, I'd been a fan of CTJ's Gilmore Girls fic for a while when I noticed that she was writing X-Men stories too. I had kind of abandoned the X-Men franchise some time in the late-nineties when everything got boring and stupid. I tested the waters of the fandom with this fic and was totally hooked again. It's gut-wrenchingly sad with spot-on characterization, great lines and beautiful narration. I cannot say enough good things about this story.
Dead Girls Don’t Kiss is a story about how experiences change us in ways that are never solely good or bad. And, ultimately, it’s about how we can love people even when they disappoint us.
She’d died on him not once but twice. The first time when she’d been nineteen, crucified, and left on the doorstep of the mansion like a sick greeting card. But thanks to Warren, she'd come back. Not the same as before, although he couldn’t have been sure since he hadn’t even seen her in years. She came back darker, harder, all edges and angles where it used to be softness and shiny, pink bubbles of gum. She came back as two people- the girl who’d tagged after him in her formative years, and the woman who kept herself distant.
Not that she’d singled him out- she’d retreated from everyone equally. But in the past, when she’d go into her own world, he’d always been granted access. He had wondered if maybe Angelo had been more than a friend, and his inner beast snarled at the thought. Which scared the man. Jubilee was not his mate. But the beast would not be silenced, and continued to growl, quiet but incessant. A constant pull that he had to consciously fight. It made him take even more time off from the team than he really wanted, because he could not trust himself completely. Because he knew she did.
But some history could not be forgotten. And though Chuck had probably picked up on some of the vibes, he’d still assigned Logan and Jubilee to an undercover mission in China.
Where she died for the second time.
Dead Girls Don't Kiss