[Fanfic] Lastman: Do you walk in (the Valley of Kings)
Here is the fic I wrote for Yuletide! :)
Alas, Lastman is a very small fandom, and the story requires knowing at least the cartoon... But I'm mostly happy with it anyway!
(Also, how ironic is a frenchwoman writting in english form a french fandom, for a french recipient? :D)
Do you walk in (the Valley of Kings) (1945 words) by Jainas-in-English
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Lastman (Bande Dessinée), Lastman (Cartoon)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Howard McKenzie/Marianne Velba
Characters: Howard McKenzie, Marianne Velba
Additional Tags: Post-Anime, Character Study, Spoilers for the comics, Amorality, Missing Scene, Howard is a self-serving bastard, Magic, he had it coming, Spoilers, Hubris, Sociopath in love
Summary: The pale sun is still low above the valley, flowing mist rising from the depth of the chasms, rocky outcrops surfacing like the fins of some giant beast. Under Howard’s hands, both the flesh and the prosthetic one: the tremors of the bike rushing forward. In front of him: the rolling foothills, and further yet, everything he ever dreamed of. What he bled for, betrayed for, killed for: the Valley of Kings.
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Alas, Lastman is a very small fandom, and the story requires knowing at least the cartoon... But I'm mostly happy with it anyway!
(Also, how ironic is a frenchwoman writting in english form a french fandom, for a french recipient? :D)
Do you walk in (the Valley of Kings) (1945 words) by Jainas-in-English
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Lastman (Bande Dessinée), Lastman (Cartoon)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Howard McKenzie/Marianne Velba
Characters: Howard McKenzie, Marianne Velba
Additional Tags: Post-Anime, Character Study, Spoilers for the comics, Amorality, Missing Scene, Howard is a self-serving bastard, Magic, he had it coming, Spoilers, Hubris, Sociopath in love
Summary: The pale sun is still low above the valley, flowing mist rising from the depth of the chasms, rocky outcrops surfacing like the fins of some giant beast. Under Howard’s hands, both the flesh and the prosthetic one: the tremors of the bike rushing forward. In front of him: the rolling foothills, and further yet, everything he ever dreamed of. What he bled for, betrayed for, killed for: the Valley of Kings.
This entry was originally posted at https://jainas.dreamwidth.org/216320.html. Please comment there using OpenID.