Tramping Out the Vintage Where the Grapes of Wrath Are Stored by Lyrstzha (R)

[vae]

Hi there! I'm Vae, and I'll be your driver for Firefly this month. Firefly was my first fandom, I'm still deeply in love with it, and most of the recs you see from me are likely to be slash. My pairing of choice is Mal/Simon, which makes this rec a particularly good starting point.

Fandom: FIREFLY
Pairing: Mal/Simon
Length: 6,308
Author on LJ: lyrstzha
Author Website: Just her LJ
Why this must be read: lystzha is one of my favourite Firefly writers, and this fic is a great example of the best of her writing. She has a wonderful delicacy with language that paints vivid scenes with just a few details, and perfect character voice. Companion Simon is always interesting, and Lyr's take on it includes a wonderfully uppity Atherton Wing, perfectly brittle Tam sarcasm, an unexpected talent from Jayne, and one of the best, most lyrical descriptions of a kiss I've read in any fandom.

Inara inhaled sharply, drawing Zoë’s attention back to the screen. “Atherton Wing’s old profile in the Companion Registry invited contracts with either sex of Companion.”

Zoë lifted one eyebrow thoughtfully. “Huh. Who among our menfolk could...”

And her eyes widened and met Inara’s with perfect mutual understanding.

“What? What did I miss? Is this one of those female wavelength things that only people with wombs can hear?” Wash poked at Zoë’s hip inquiringly with one finger.

Tramping Out the Vintage Where the Grapes of Wrath Are Stored