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crack_van2010-06-19 02:02 pm
queenitsy.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2010-06-19 02:02 pm
Epic by Queen Kez the Wicked (T)
Fandom: NEWSIES
Pairing: Gen, with a side of Specs/Dutchy
Length: slightly over 80,000
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sea_shtick
Author Website: FFnet profile
Why this must be read:
Generally, if you say "AU" in the Newsies fandom, you're talking about a modern day story. This… is not that. It really is alternate, in that Racetrack and Dutchy have to cross into a strange, Dark version of New York. Things there are weird and eerie, and there's certainly magic, and a constant sense of danger -- but they're doing it to save Specs' life. Kez herself describes it as, "His Dark Materials meets Neverwhere meets Newsies meets film noir." It's definitely unlike any other fic in the fandom.
Evil was in the air and it hit him like a punch to the gut. One minute he was sleeping, smiling in his dreams, with the next he was awake and supporting his upright and heaving, sweating frame with aching palms. Screams and sobs and rushing wind filled his ears and his eyes were frozen shock wide open and bloodshot, seeing nothing but fear.
When he woke for real he found that tears, still fresh, had plastered his thin, straw-blonde hair to his high cheekbones. He was curled into a ball in the still dark of the morning and he had never felt so miserable. The room was strangely silent. This served only to amplify the harsh, ragged breathing of the person occupying the bunk beneath his. His eyes stung and he felt more silent tears fight forth.
Danya Ivanov was sinking into despair. He didn't dare look below.
I woke and I felt dirty, sick to my soul, blind. A headache threatened behind my eyes. The room was silent but for one sound, the sound that had drawn me from sleep. I propped myself up on one unwilling elbow and let my gaze find its own way to the source.
Dutchy.
Epic
Pairing: Gen, with a side of Specs/Dutchy
Length: slightly over 80,000
Author on LJ:
sea_shtickAuthor Website: FFnet profile
Why this must be read:
Generally, if you say "AU" in the Newsies fandom, you're talking about a modern day story. This… is not that. It really is alternate, in that Racetrack and Dutchy have to cross into a strange, Dark version of New York. Things there are weird and eerie, and there's certainly magic, and a constant sense of danger -- but they're doing it to save Specs' life. Kez herself describes it as, "His Dark Materials meets Neverwhere meets Newsies meets film noir." It's definitely unlike any other fic in the fandom.
Evil was in the air and it hit him like a punch to the gut. One minute he was sleeping, smiling in his dreams, with the next he was awake and supporting his upright and heaving, sweating frame with aching palms. Screams and sobs and rushing wind filled his ears and his eyes were frozen shock wide open and bloodshot, seeing nothing but fear.
When he woke for real he found that tears, still fresh, had plastered his thin, straw-blonde hair to his high cheekbones. He was curled into a ball in the still dark of the morning and he had never felt so miserable. The room was strangely silent. This served only to amplify the harsh, ragged breathing of the person occupying the bunk beneath his. His eyes stung and he felt more silent tears fight forth.
Danya Ivanov was sinking into despair. He didn't dare look below.
I woke and I felt dirty, sick to my soul, blind. A headache threatened behind my eyes. The room was silent but for one sound, the sound that had drawn me from sleep. I propped myself up on one unwilling elbow and let my gaze find its own way to the source.
Dutchy.
Epic