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crack_van2009-12-25 01:13 pm
azdak.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2009-12-25 01:13 pm
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Show me a snake and an apple, and I'd be lost, by Nineveh_UK (PG13)
Fandom: LORD PETER WIMSEY
Pairing: Peter/alien
Length: 920
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nineveh_uk
Author Website: See the wimseyfic tag on her LJ
Why this must be read:
The title given is actually the title of the journal entry, as the fic itself is – probably for the excellent reason that it needs no title – nameless. For this is the one and only Wimsey mpreg fic in existence, brought to you as a special treat for Christmas Day. Mpreg definitely falls into the "more than" category of fanfic – any story using this trope is manifestly not attempting to fill in the gaps in canon, continue canon, or otherwise have anything more than the kind of relationship to canon that Lord Peter has to the disreputable Death Bredon. And yet even crack requires skill at both style and characterisation, since the pleasure derives from seeing how so wildly inappropriate a narrative element can be treated in a convincingly Wimseyish fashion. This story pulls off both a terrific Sayers narrative voice, and spot-on characterisation – because of course if Lord Peter were to find himself pregnant after having sex with an alien in a dubious Viennese night club, this is how he would react. As a bonus for the thoroughly depraved, there is a Bunter mpreg version here.
‘I confess, my lord, that the possibility of such an explanation for your lordship’s recent condition had not occurred to me.’
‘You don’t think anyone else suspects?’
‘I believe that would be most unlikely, my lord.’
‘I’m glad to hear that at least.’
It was against all his principles, but Bunter was still feeling rather weak. ‘My lord, if I may be permitted… My lord, how?’
‘I’ve been pondering that one myself. My only conclusion is that it is the result of one of the more continental evenings of our recent European journey.’
‘Vienna, my lord?’ suggested Bunter, in tones that perfectly modulated understanding and a merest whiff of manly sympathy.
Show me a snake and an apple, and I'd be lost
Pairing: Peter/alien
Length: 920
Author:
nineveh_uk Author Website: See the wimseyfic tag on her LJ
Why this must be read:
The title given is actually the title of the journal entry, as the fic itself is – probably for the excellent reason that it needs no title – nameless. For this is the one and only Wimsey mpreg fic in existence, brought to you as a special treat for Christmas Day. Mpreg definitely falls into the "more than" category of fanfic – any story using this trope is manifestly not attempting to fill in the gaps in canon, continue canon, or otherwise have anything more than the kind of relationship to canon that Lord Peter has to the disreputable Death Bredon. And yet even crack requires skill at both style and characterisation, since the pleasure derives from seeing how so wildly inappropriate a narrative element can be treated in a convincingly Wimseyish fashion. This story pulls off both a terrific Sayers narrative voice, and spot-on characterisation – because of course if Lord Peter were to find himself pregnant after having sex with an alien in a dubious Viennese night club, this is how he would react. As a bonus for the thoroughly depraved, there is a Bunter mpreg version here.
‘I confess, my lord, that the possibility of such an explanation for your lordship’s recent condition had not occurred to me.’
‘You don’t think anyone else suspects?’
‘I believe that would be most unlikely, my lord.’
‘I’m glad to hear that at least.’
It was against all his principles, but Bunter was still feeling rather weak. ‘My lord, if I may be permitted… My lord, how?’
‘I’ve been pondering that one myself. My only conclusion is that it is the result of one of the more continental evenings of our recent European journey.’
‘Vienna, my lord?’ suggested Bunter, in tones that perfectly modulated understanding and a merest whiff of manly sympathy.
Show me a snake and an apple, and I'd be lost