Fic: After Winter, Spring
I promise at some point I will post things that aren't fic again. (But today may not be that day. If it helps, I'm really proud of this one?)
Title: After Winter, Spring
Fandom: Les Miserables (book)
Characters: Fantine, Sister Simplice, Sister Perpétue, Mme. Thénardier
Wordcount: 9000ish
Rating: PG/Teen. Warnings for references to child abuse; nothing graphic or onscreen, and the child worst abused is safely out of that household, but others aren't, and neither the abusers nor some of the bystanders see the problem. (In other words: this deals with Montfermeil and Cosette's Lark years.) Nothing worse than canon, but not a lot better either. Also, contains major/chronic illness of the Nineteenth Century Unspecific Narrative Wasting Disease sort.
Summary: Fantine lives after all. Not as much changes as you might think -- except for her.
Notes: Thanks to
skygiants for betaing, cheerleading, and for the initial idea which was (as so often) all her fault. Thanks also to
littledust for being a cheerleading writing buddy, and to avon,
cheyinka, and
adiva_calandia for helping me write Catholicism. Any remaining errors are of course mine.
Sister Simplice came down the stairs from Father Madeleine's darkened room, a purse in one hand, a note in the other, her eyes red-rimmed, her face thoughtful, resolute, very pale. (Link goes to AO3, because I think this fic is too long for a DW post.)
This entry is also posted at http://genarti.dreamwidth.org/157897.html. You can comment on LJ or DW, whichever you like.
comments at DW.
Title: After Winter, Spring
Fandom: Les Miserables (book)
Characters: Fantine, Sister Simplice, Sister Perpétue, Mme. Thénardier
Wordcount: 9000ish
Rating: PG/Teen. Warnings for references to child abuse; nothing graphic or onscreen, and the child worst abused is safely out of that household, but others aren't, and neither the abusers nor some of the bystanders see the problem. (In other words: this deals with Montfermeil and Cosette's Lark years.) Nothing worse than canon, but not a lot better either. Also, contains major/chronic illness of the Nineteenth Century Unspecific Narrative Wasting Disease sort.
Summary: Fantine lives after all. Not as much changes as you might think -- except for her.
Notes: Thanks to
skygiants for betaing, cheerleading, and for the initial idea which was (as so often) all her fault. Thanks also to
littledust for being a cheerleading writing buddy, and to avon,
cheyinka, and
adiva_calandia for helping me write Catholicism. Any remaining errors are of course mine.
Sister Simplice came down the stairs from Father Madeleine's darkened room, a purse in one hand, a note in the other, her eyes red-rimmed, her face thoughtful, resolute, very pale. (Link goes to AO3, because I think this fic is too long for a DW post.)
This entry is also posted at http://genarti.dreamwidth.org/157897.html. You can comment on LJ or DW, whichever you like.
comments at DW.