By The Hideyn Scrybe Ywrit [A Knight's Tale, rated T]
Fandom : A Knight's Tale
Title : By The Hideyn Scrybe Ywrit
Author : apiphile / derek des anges
Rating : T
Characters & Pairings : Chaucer, Roland, Wat, Kate; a bit of Wat/Chaucer
Length : 10625 words
Warnings : guns, bad language and drunken snogging
Summary : Geoffrey Chaucer, undercover journalist in 2009 London gangland.
My Rave Review :
okay, this fic? is amazing. as laulan will attest, i am weak for a good AU, and this one presses all the correct buttons in my brain that make me jump for joy. the characters are instantly recognizeable, each one, and the way the author has translated them into this gang is just perfect. of course kate would be the bookkeeper and weapons mistress. of course william is an ex-pro-footballer turned club owner. of course the black prince is a mob boss. the fic is peppered with utterly hilarious references to the canon that had me constantly grinning (including a paraphrase of kate's "sometimes both" line that made me chortle out loud).
but the best thing about it is the best thing about the movie in my opinion; the feeling of camaraderie and fly-by-the-seat-of-your-trousers companionship between these four, the way they're like the marauders crossed with ocean's eleven.
"Wat, sit the fuck down," Kate complains. She's cleaning a gun. Yes, that is why my shoulders are hunched up somewhere around my ears. I do not like the presence of firearms in my flat, because, even more so than the forgeries - which I can at least burn in short order - they will bring the weighty arm of the law around my neck like the hangman's noose. No amount of "I'm researching a book" would save my bacon, and … well. I doubt things would go well for Roland, Kate, and Wat, either.
After a minute or two of glaring and spluttering and threats to do terrible things to Roland and Kate and I (I have looked up the verb "fong", which he uses with bewildering frequency in his threats, and the only reference I can find is that it's from Old English and means "to kick"; quite where Wat came across any Old English and quite why he decided to adopt this particular verb is beyond me), Wat settles as best he can with the tabloid and starts swearing at the contents of this instead.
Peace and quiet in these circumstances is probably less helpful than Wat's usual brand of disruption, because without him growling and glaring and carrying on like a bear with a sore head, my mind is free to wander.
God preserve those prone to introspection.
it doesn't hurt that her writing is phenomenal, either. i can hear the entire fic read in paul bettany's (guh-guh-glorious) voice, and every scene was vividly visible in my mind. wat and chaucer drunkenly making out is nine kinds of win, hilarious and sexy and then hilarious again, and the heist/caper they're working on throughout the fic is interesting without derailing the character focus of the story. this is an awesome read, if you've ever pondered the existence of AKT fic, read this. XD
Title : By The Hideyn Scrybe Ywrit
Author : apiphile / derek des anges
Rating : T
Characters & Pairings : Chaucer, Roland, Wat, Kate; a bit of Wat/Chaucer
Length : 10625 words
Warnings : guns, bad language and drunken snogging
Summary : Geoffrey Chaucer, undercover journalist in 2009 London gangland.
My Rave Review :
okay, this fic? is amazing. as laulan will attest, i am weak for a good AU, and this one presses all the correct buttons in my brain that make me jump for joy. the characters are instantly recognizeable, each one, and the way the author has translated them into this gang is just perfect. of course kate would be the bookkeeper and weapons mistress. of course william is an ex-pro-footballer turned club owner. of course the black prince is a mob boss. the fic is peppered with utterly hilarious references to the canon that had me constantly grinning (including a paraphrase of kate's "sometimes both" line that made me chortle out loud).
but the best thing about it is the best thing about the movie in my opinion; the feeling of camaraderie and fly-by-the-seat-of-your-trousers companionship between these four, the way they're like the marauders crossed with ocean's eleven.
"Wat, sit the fuck down," Kate complains. She's cleaning a gun. Yes, that is why my shoulders are hunched up somewhere around my ears. I do not like the presence of firearms in my flat, because, even more so than the forgeries - which I can at least burn in short order - they will bring the weighty arm of the law around my neck like the hangman's noose. No amount of "I'm researching a book" would save my bacon, and … well. I doubt things would go well for Roland, Kate, and Wat, either.
After a minute or two of glaring and spluttering and threats to do terrible things to Roland and Kate and I (I have looked up the verb "fong", which he uses with bewildering frequency in his threats, and the only reference I can find is that it's from Old English and means "to kick"; quite where Wat came across any Old English and quite why he decided to adopt this particular verb is beyond me), Wat settles as best he can with the tabloid and starts swearing at the contents of this instead.
Peace and quiet in these circumstances is probably less helpful than Wat's usual brand of disruption, because without him growling and glaring and carrying on like a bear with a sore head, my mind is free to wander.
God preserve those prone to introspection.
it doesn't hurt that her writing is phenomenal, either. i can hear the entire fic read in paul bettany's (guh-guh-glorious) voice, and every scene was vividly visible in my mind. wat and chaucer drunkenly making out is nine kinds of win, hilarious and sexy and then hilarious again, and the heist/caper they're working on throughout the fic is interesting without derailing the character focus of the story. this is an awesome read, if you've ever pondered the existence of AKT fic, read this. XD