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jane_elliot May. 25th, 2011 10:24 am)
jane_elliot May. 25th, 2011 10:24 am)Title: My Fine Feathered Friend by Lixxle
Fandom: Labyrinth
Pairing: Jareth/Sarah
Categories: crack, humor, romance
Length: ~80,000 words
Warnings: lots of author's notes and review responses
Review:
When goblins steal Sarah's feather duster (and a pair of pink stilettos), the Goblin King sends her a letter of apology (with a replacement duster and some leather boots). Thus begins a series of letters and gift giving that might just lead to something more.
I should start by saying that I don't often use the 'crack' tag. So many concepts that were labeled crack when I first got into fanfic (mpreg, genderswap, bodyswap, deaging) are now treated as Serious Business that I have become jaded as to what constitutes crack. That said, I think (hope?) that rabid assassin chickens and kleptomaniac cross-dressing goblins are always going to be cracky.
Set ten years after the movie and featuring a hysterical collection of OC goblins, My Fine Feathered Friend is one of the funniest, wildest, weirdest fics I've ever read. The best part of the fic is Lixxle's collection of wacky (but surprisingly endearing) goblin OCs and their adventures; Jareth and Sarah are at their most entertaining when they're responding to yet another crazy goblin-initiated disaster and the heart of the story lies less in Jareth's attempts to make Sarah his queen and more in the way the goblins antics make Sarah want to be their queen.
I do have to admit that the story drags a bit when it focuses on romance instead of humor and the fact that the inner voices of Sarah and Jareth are characters all of their own makes the two leads come across as schizophrenic. Still, Lixxle does an excellent job of making Jareth both mostly in character and still likable, while the grown-up Sarah is all around awesome. Mix in a boatload of innuendo, some wished-away pro-wrestlers, and a positively vicious chicken named Rosalinda, and you have just enough craziness to guarantee a laugh or eight.
My Fine Feathered Friend
Fandom: Labyrinth
Pairing: Jareth/Sarah
Categories: crack, humor, romance
Length: ~80,000 words
Warnings: lots of author's notes and review responses
Review:
When goblins steal Sarah's feather duster (and a pair of pink stilettos), the Goblin King sends her a letter of apology (with a replacement duster and some leather boots). Thus begins a series of letters and gift giving that might just lead to something more.
I should start by saying that I don't often use the 'crack' tag. So many concepts that were labeled crack when I first got into fanfic (mpreg, genderswap, bodyswap, deaging) are now treated as Serious Business that I have become jaded as to what constitutes crack. That said, I think (hope?) that rabid assassin chickens and kleptomaniac cross-dressing goblins are always going to be cracky.
Set ten years after the movie and featuring a hysterical collection of OC goblins, My Fine Feathered Friend is one of the funniest, wildest, weirdest fics I've ever read. The best part of the fic is Lixxle's collection of wacky (but surprisingly endearing) goblin OCs and their adventures; Jareth and Sarah are at their most entertaining when they're responding to yet another crazy goblin-initiated disaster and the heart of the story lies less in Jareth's attempts to make Sarah his queen and more in the way the goblins antics make Sarah want to be their queen.
I do have to admit that the story drags a bit when it focuses on romance instead of humor and the fact that the inner voices of Sarah and Jareth are characters all of their own makes the two leads come across as schizophrenic. Still, Lixxle does an excellent job of making Jareth both mostly in character and still likable, while the grown-up Sarah is all around awesome. Mix in a boatload of innuendo, some wished-away pro-wrestlers, and a positively vicious chicken named Rosalinda, and you have just enough craziness to guarantee a laugh or eight.
My Fine Feathered Friend
