[fic] fufaraw: More Than Words
[ Jared/Jensen ]
Title: More Than Words
Writer: fufaraw
Alternate links: AO3
Status of work: Complete - with a Timestamp and two additional sequels!
Characters and/or pairings: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
RPS AU Warnings, kinks & contents:[Click to read]dubcon, mpreg, suicide ideation, minor character death offscreen
Length: 59,530
Summary: Scientists and statisticians have monitored falling birth rates for decades, helpless as declining fertility predicted possible human extinction. But a new ray of hope was discovered; boys are tested in their twelfth year, and the small percentage who are capable of conceiving are taken, separated for education and training in their new way of life. At eighteen, each is assigned to the man who will father the children he will bear. Jensen missed his testing; his status is discovered when he's an adult. Unprepared, untrained, and unwilling, he's assigned to Jared. Jared is conflicted by his desire to father children, his growing love for the man placed in his care, and sympathy for Jensen's difficulty adjusting to the changes in his life. Resentful and rebellious, Jensen finds unexpected strength and support from the man he should hate.
Reccer's notes: Fufaraw is a beautiful writer. With a background in poetry she has a devilish ability to get to the nut of an emotion and squeeze. Her portrayal of Jensen in this inequitable AU is quite controversial. In dealing with a forced MPREG situation, Jensen doe not take the easy, or socially acceptable path. He is fascinating to watch as he rails against the system as his life is taken from him and he is essentially reduced to brood cow with no rights.
As fascinating as Jensen is to watch, Jared is pivotal in making this story bearable. Fufaraw creates a dynamic that makes it impossible to categorically dismiss either boy as evil or selfish. With so many nuanced layers this is a story about finding balance and love in spite of all the odd stacked against them.
[Short excerpt]Preoccupied, he didn't notice the white van in the driveway before he pulled in.
A little alarmed, he calmed once he took a better look and assured himself it wasn't an ambulance. But as far as he knew, none of the family's friends drove white vans, and there was no logo for a business or service--just a late-model, plain, unmarked white van.
His alarm grew as he parked, got out, and started around to retrieve his guitar and two uniformed policemen blocked his path. A man in a dark business suit stood behind them, and behind him were Josh and his parents. His mom looked like she'd been crying, his dad looked poleaxed, holding a sheet of paper in one hand.
"Mom? Dad, what's going on?"
"Jensen, you need to come with me," the stranger spoke, and Jensen didn't even spare him a glance. He attempted to go to his parents past the uniforms, but they each took him by a bicep and pushed him toward the van. He struggled, but both of them were big men, and they weren't letting go.