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The Risen by adellyna (R)
It's been a joy to rec for bandom this month. I wish I could've gotten around to more but hopefully I gave some great fics to read in between big bangs and summer good times. ♥
Fandom: BANDOM
Pairing: Jon/Spencer, Frank/Gerard, minor Tom/Butcher, various other bandomy folks
Length: 22,000 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
adellyna
Author Website: frillythings.net
Why this must be read:
Last rec of the month and I bring the zombies I promised. Being something of a big fan of them now, I can honestly say I credit much of that love to this fic. It's the perfect blend of horror and story, done fantastically well in prose-format given that the genre lends itself more toward the screen, and on top of that it's written by one of the most talented authors in bandom.
Like any zombie story, this one starts with an outbreak. The catch? It happens on a cruise ship. The cruise staff, consisting of our favorite band boys and girls, struggle to survive on the ship while being relentlessly pursued by the ravenous undead.adellyna has an amazing way with words. She captures not only the essence of horror with vivid descriptions and atmospheric writing, but she draws the human experience as well - which is one of the keys to good horror in the first place. There is character death, but it only amps up the tension because the reader is left fearing for the protagonists and all the while the shuffling, moaning zombies are a constant, ominous threat. But don't think this fic is just blood and guts (although there is that). It's also love, friendship, trust, loyalty, bravery, and above all, hope.
Warnings for violence, gore, character death, and general horror situations, but give this one a try even if you're not a horror and/or zombie fan. I wasn't and I read it anyway and I'm so glad I did. It's absolutely worth it. And don't forget to leave the author feedback!
Patrick hesitates. He takes his glasses back and cleans them again, tries to bend them properly. His voice is wobbly when he finally has out with it. “It was really weird. We were just, you know, on the tour. Horses and the guides and everything, and it was a little creepy quiet. Like, no insects or birds or anything? Which is weird, usually they drone and give me a headache, but there was nothing. And then, like, this kid came out of the forest and went right up to one of the horses and bit this lady on the leg.”
“Shit.”
“Yeah.” Patrick takes a deep breath and he makes these eyes at Pete, these wide, kind of confused eyes that always make Pete want to strap on a cape and some tights or something and go fix the fucking world so that Patrick Stump can live in it without ever having to think another sad thought in his life. Which is a little crazy, but only if you dwell on it.
“Like,” Pete says. “Just, like, bit her and then ran away? What?”
“No. He, um. He wouldn’t stop biting her. And she was, like, screaming? I guess he was really, really biting her. They had to beat him off with a stick, actually. And I tried to get them to stop and then, yeah, I fell off my horse, but it wasn’t because I was clumsy, it was because of the kid. But a couple of the guides dragged him off into the trees, and then the other guide said we had to go back early because of ‘political unrest’ which is, like, fucking bullshit because I always check before we go out because any time some of these people hear a foreign language they automatically think ‘civil uprising’ and so I always want to have an answer-” Patrick stops for a breath. He’s babbling so fast he’s barely sucking in air.
Pete is seriously really concerned.
“But you’re ok, right? Nobody bit you?”
“Nobody bit me, no.” Patrick smiles a little, just a faint quirk at the corners of his mouth, but it’s better than before. Pete seizes him into a tight hug, which is too sincere for his taste, so he also blows wet pig noises into Patrick’s neck and kind of humps his leg a little.
“Nobody bites you but me, baby,” Pete says, moaning theatrically into Patrick’s ear.
Patrick laughs for real, his actual laugh, and shoves weakly at Pete’s shoulders. “Fucking. Stop, dude.”
“Oooh, Patrick,” Pete moans, mouthing Patrick’s shoulder. “You so tasty. Must consume your flesh.”
The Risen
Fandom: BANDOM
Pairing: Jon/Spencer, Frank/Gerard, minor Tom/Butcher, various other bandomy folks
Length: 22,000 words
Author on LJ:
adellynaAuthor Website: frillythings.net
Why this must be read:
Last rec of the month and I bring the zombies I promised. Being something of a big fan of them now, I can honestly say I credit much of that love to this fic. It's the perfect blend of horror and story, done fantastically well in prose-format given that the genre lends itself more toward the screen, and on top of that it's written by one of the most talented authors in bandom.
Like any zombie story, this one starts with an outbreak. The catch? It happens on a cruise ship. The cruise staff, consisting of our favorite band boys and girls, struggle to survive on the ship while being relentlessly pursued by the ravenous undead.
adellyna has an amazing way with words. She captures not only the essence of horror with vivid descriptions and atmospheric writing, but she draws the human experience as well - which is one of the keys to good horror in the first place. There is character death, but it only amps up the tension because the reader is left fearing for the protagonists and all the while the shuffling, moaning zombies are a constant, ominous threat. But don't think this fic is just blood and guts (although there is that). It's also love, friendship, trust, loyalty, bravery, and above all, hope. Warnings for violence, gore, character death, and general horror situations, but give this one a try even if you're not a horror and/or zombie fan. I wasn't and I read it anyway and I'm so glad I did. It's absolutely worth it. And don't forget to leave the author feedback!
Patrick hesitates. He takes his glasses back and cleans them again, tries to bend them properly. His voice is wobbly when he finally has out with it. “It was really weird. We were just, you know, on the tour. Horses and the guides and everything, and it was a little creepy quiet. Like, no insects or birds or anything? Which is weird, usually they drone and give me a headache, but there was nothing. And then, like, this kid came out of the forest and went right up to one of the horses and bit this lady on the leg.”
“Shit.”
“Yeah.” Patrick takes a deep breath and he makes these eyes at Pete, these wide, kind of confused eyes that always make Pete want to strap on a cape and some tights or something and go fix the fucking world so that Patrick Stump can live in it without ever having to think another sad thought in his life. Which is a little crazy, but only if you dwell on it.
“Like,” Pete says. “Just, like, bit her and then ran away? What?”
“No. He, um. He wouldn’t stop biting her. And she was, like, screaming? I guess he was really, really biting her. They had to beat him off with a stick, actually. And I tried to get them to stop and then, yeah, I fell off my horse, but it wasn’t because I was clumsy, it was because of the kid. But a couple of the guides dragged him off into the trees, and then the other guide said we had to go back early because of ‘political unrest’ which is, like, fucking bullshit because I always check before we go out because any time some of these people hear a foreign language they automatically think ‘civil uprising’ and so I always want to have an answer-” Patrick stops for a breath. He’s babbling so fast he’s barely sucking in air.
Pete is seriously really concerned.
“But you’re ok, right? Nobody bit you?”
“Nobody bit me, no.” Patrick smiles a little, just a faint quirk at the corners of his mouth, but it’s better than before. Pete seizes him into a tight hug, which is too sincere for his taste, so he also blows wet pig noises into Patrick’s neck and kind of humps his leg a little.
“Nobody bites you but me, baby,” Pete says, moaning theatrically into Patrick’s ear.
Patrick laughs for real, his actual laugh, and shoves weakly at Pete’s shoulders. “Fucking. Stop, dude.”
“Oooh, Patrick,” Pete moans, mouthing Patrick’s shoulder. “You so tasty. Must consume your flesh.”
The Risen
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