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Happiness Is...by Ika (NC-17)
Fandom:BLAKES7
Pairing: Blake/Avon
Author on LJ: ?
Author's Web Site: Unfortunately, not any more
Why this must be read:
In my recent and completely scientifically invalid survey of what makes fanfic hot, certain themes emerged. A Fic of Unusual Hotness (FOUH) must vividly convey the subjective experience of the emotional and physical connection between the characters--and it must really be about *those* characters.
IMO what makes something great fan fiction (over and above its quality as fiction in general) is that it refines and re-casts what you think about the characters and the source property. There's a prefatory note that Avon's boots are, anachronistically, the boots from "Headhunter"--anachronistic, because it's a S1 story. Gotta love fandom--when the costumes assume quasi-autonomous stature.
In this story, not much happens beyond finding out what the present is that Avon nominally got for Blake ("present for himself, really" as Blake later tells himself, not inaccurately). Avon made that slight 'Ah' noise he always made when he was about to say something unimpeachably true and entirely misleading, then said: 'You can have it when we get to our room.' The viewpoint is basically Blake's, bemused, amused, and aroused by his problematic partner. Not that I have a problem with that. In fact, That's Entertainment, as far as I'm concerned.
Entirely worth reading as characterization and as filth.
Floating in the diffuse, contented warmth of Avon's presence, of sitting in a bar together like two civilised men, of the novelty of an entire half-hour of being in each other's company without an argument or a life-threatening situation developing, were hotter, urgent particles of desire so sharp you could call it need. They prickled through him in unexpected places and at unexpected times while he talked; while he and his--well, all right, while he and Avon--had a normal, civilised, conversation with another couple. He marvelled at it.
Happiness Is...
Pairing: Blake/Avon
Author on LJ: ?
Author's Web Site: Unfortunately, not any more
Why this must be read:
In my recent and completely scientifically invalid survey of what makes fanfic hot, certain themes emerged. A Fic of Unusual Hotness (FOUH) must vividly convey the subjective experience of the emotional and physical connection between the characters--and it must really be about *those* characters.
IMO what makes something great fan fiction (over and above its quality as fiction in general) is that it refines and re-casts what you think about the characters and the source property. There's a prefatory note that Avon's boots are, anachronistically, the boots from "Headhunter"--anachronistic, because it's a S1 story. Gotta love fandom--when the costumes assume quasi-autonomous stature.
In this story, not much happens beyond finding out what the present is that Avon nominally got for Blake ("present for himself, really" as Blake later tells himself, not inaccurately). Avon made that slight 'Ah' noise he always made when he was about to say something unimpeachably true and entirely misleading, then said: 'You can have it when we get to our room.' The viewpoint is basically Blake's, bemused, amused, and aroused by his problematic partner. Not that I have a problem with that. In fact, That's Entertainment, as far as I'm concerned.
Entirely worth reading as characterization and as filth.
Floating in the diffuse, contented warmth of Avon's presence, of sitting in a bar together like two civilised men, of the novelty of an entire half-hour of being in each other's company without an argument or a life-threatening situation developing, were hotter, urgent particles of desire so sharp you could call it need. They prickled through him in unexpected places and at unexpected times while he talked; while he and his--well, all right, while he and Avon--had a normal, civilised, conversation with another couple. He marvelled at it.
Happiness Is...