ext_1171 ([identity profile] arsenicjade.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] crack_van2009-03-29 11:42 am
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Gazing at the Distant Lights (NC-17), by tam_cranver

This is my last rec of the month. I want to thank [livejournal.com profile] crack_van for letting me rec. Also, I hope you've enjoyed my recs, and that if they sparked your interest, you'll check the rest of the fandom out, since there's a lot of good stuff out there. Happy almost April!

Fandom: BANDOM
Pairing: Greta/Vicky-T
Length: ~22k
Author on LJ: [livejournal.com profile] tam_cranver
Author Website: tam_cranver's writing journal
Why this must be read: [livejournal.com profile] tam_cranver has elevated adapting nostalgic films/books to bandom stories into a high art. While I love pretty much all of her stuff, I chose this one because I got super excited about it being femmeslash, which there isn't a whole lot of in bandom. Plus, it's Greta-centric, which makes me happy. Greta is a fantastic character to work with, and Tam does a really good job of exploring both her extremely traditional feminine aspects and the core of steel she's clearly carrying underneath. Additionally, this world is so interesting, and I find myself wanting to know more about every single one of the characters in it. This is a fun, sweet, whimsical adaptation, loosely based on "The Prince and the Pauper." Mark Twain would totes approve.



“Oh, pshaw, Patrick wouldn’t kill anyone,” Greta said dismissively. “And this is a great idea. I get some fun, and, and….” She gestured towards Amanda. “Amanda gets to go to a couple of great dinners, and—anything you want out of my closet, you’re welcome to it.” Something occurred to her, and she added, “And I bet there’s a piano at the palace, if you want to play.”

“Am I gonna get executed for treason or something?” asked Amanda, one eyebrow raised.

“Am I gonna get executed for treason?” Bob echoed.

Greta’s father was a dried-up old creep, but even he couldn’t be so cruel as to punish Amanda and Bob and Patrick for such a silly little thing. “No,” she said firmly. “I’ll be back and bored out of my wits before Father even knows I’m gone. And if anything goes wrong, you can blame me.”

Amanda looked curiously at Greta. “You really want to do this, don’t you?” At Greta’s nod, she asked, “What are you planning on doing, anyway?”

The array of options momentarily dazzled Greta. “Oh, lots of things. Go find some mud puddles to splash in, or maybe a local shop, or—climb a tree, or buy a beer at a tavern, or anything!”

“Anything, huh?” Amanda said, looking amused. “Well, who am I to deny the princess anything?”

Gazing at the Distant Lights