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Gentlemen Prefer Blondes by Halrloprillalar (R)
Fandom: X-FILES
Pairing: Mulder/Skinner
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prillalar
Author Website: Halrloprillalar's Fan Fiction
Why this must be read:
I've adored this story since it was first posted, and I rec it at every opportunity. It has a Mulder who is totally in character and yet totally surprising. And a Skinner who is surprised, but doesn't act out of character. Somehow they manage to connect in a first time that is very credible even if they don't manage to consummate it. In a moment of weakness, Skinner has agreed to host a bachelor party for one of his agents (another bonus point of this story for me, is seeing Skinner and Mulder actually fraternising with other FBI agents without the usual angst) and Mulder plays his part.
Hal is responsible for some of the funniest stories in X-Files fandom - probably in a lot of other fandoms too. And this story has humour in bucketfuls. Within the first hundred lines, she manages to combine the subjects of Martha Stewart, Elvis, cross stitch and vomit in wry, hilarious dialogue. It could be called a songfic since it includes lyrics from not just one but two songs, and there's no way this story would work so well if you left out those lyrics. It also has a thread of low-key regret, that shades in the spaces between the light-heartedness, and gives the story its resonance. There are lots of things I'd like to point out from this story, like the brilliant intersection of the overheard conversations, the lava lamp simile, the fridge magnet exposition, new ways of wearing rhinestones, and the use of 'bastard' as a term of affection. I've picked out just a small section which ends with possibly my favourite line from the whole piece:
"Hmm?" Mulder looked up. "The entertainment."
"Tell me there isn't going to be a girl. I thought you brought tapes."
"Conaway's fiancee made it very clear that under no circumstances were we to hire a stripper."
Skinner exhaled. "That's a relief."
Mulder handed Skinner his empty beer bottle and pulled a small flask from his back pocket. He took several large swallows, screwing up his face a little. "But I work for free." Handing the flask to Skinner too, he headed off on the same route as Hancock.
Oh fuck, oh damn, oh hell and blood. Mulder was at the best of times one of those things in heaven and earth, Horatio, but this was wondrous strange.
Gentlemen Prefer Blondes
Pairing: Mulder/Skinner
Author on LJ:
prillalarAuthor Website: Halrloprillalar's Fan Fiction
Why this must be read:
I've adored this story since it was first posted, and I rec it at every opportunity. It has a Mulder who is totally in character and yet totally surprising. And a Skinner who is surprised, but doesn't act out of character. Somehow they manage to connect in a first time that is very credible even if they don't manage to consummate it. In a moment of weakness, Skinner has agreed to host a bachelor party for one of his agents (another bonus point of this story for me, is seeing Skinner and Mulder actually fraternising with other FBI agents without the usual angst) and Mulder plays his part.
Hal is responsible for some of the funniest stories in X-Files fandom - probably in a lot of other fandoms too. And this story has humour in bucketfuls. Within the first hundred lines, she manages to combine the subjects of Martha Stewart, Elvis, cross stitch and vomit in wry, hilarious dialogue. It could be called a songfic since it includes lyrics from not just one but two songs, and there's no way this story would work so well if you left out those lyrics. It also has a thread of low-key regret, that shades in the spaces between the light-heartedness, and gives the story its resonance. There are lots of things I'd like to point out from this story, like the brilliant intersection of the overheard conversations, the lava lamp simile, the fridge magnet exposition, new ways of wearing rhinestones, and the use of 'bastard' as a term of affection. I've picked out just a small section which ends with possibly my favourite line from the whole piece:
"Hmm?" Mulder looked up. "The entertainment."
"Tell me there isn't going to be a girl. I thought you brought tapes."
"Conaway's fiancee made it very clear that under no circumstances were we to hire a stripper."
Skinner exhaled. "That's a relief."
Mulder handed Skinner his empty beer bottle and pulled a small flask from his back pocket. He took several large swallows, screwing up his face a little. "But I work for free." Handing the flask to Skinner too, he headed off on the same route as Hancock.
Oh fuck, oh damn, oh hell and blood. Mulder was at the best of times one of those things in heaven and earth, Horatio, but this was wondrous strange.
Gentlemen Prefer Blondes