Revenge of the Fan Fiction Husbands (ensemble | ? | ?) is a delightful parody fic. The husbands of a bunch of Lord of the Rings fic authors decide to visit Middle Earth to get their wives back in time for Valentine's Day. This is very, very clever and a lot of fun.
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Russell pinched the bridge of his nose, realising even as he did so that the fact that he was pinching the bridge of his nose should have told him that he was in Theresa territory; her characters were always pinching the bridges of their noses when they were exasperated. And there was another one of those sodding semi-colons! I mean, how pretentious can you get? He must stay on his guard -- if he were not careful, he would find himself in the midst of one of those sentences -- convoluted in the extreme, pointless and over-elaborate -- that littered the work of Ms Green -- the result no doubt of reading too much Henry James at college, and he would find that the narratorial viewpoint had been shifted, with no subtlety whatsoever, mind you, into an internal monologue, probably in italics. I must stay alert! These men are depending on me! Jeff is depending on me. . . Jeff has such nice eyes. . . never noticed that before.
Russell suddenly jerked to attention. Nice eyes? My god, the slash level in this universe was overwhelming even his cast-iron heterosexuality. He must get a grip on himself! Oh no! Innuendo! Aaaaaargh! We have to get out of here!
Aware that the men were starting at him with puzzled expressions, Russell gathered his composure.
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Russell pinched the bridge of his nose, realising even as he did so that the fact that he was pinching the bridge of his nose should have told him that he was in Theresa territory; her characters were always pinching the bridges of their noses when they were exasperated. And there was another one of those sodding semi-colons! I mean, how pretentious can you get? He must stay on his guard -- if he were not careful, he would find himself in the midst of one of those sentences -- convoluted in the extreme, pointless and over-elaborate -- that littered the work of Ms Green -- the result no doubt of reading too much Henry James at college, and he would find that the narratorial viewpoint had been shifted, with no subtlety whatsoever, mind you, into an internal monologue, probably in italics. I must stay alert! These men are depending on me! Jeff is depending on me. . . Jeff has such nice eyes. . . never noticed that before.
Russell suddenly jerked to attention. Nice eyes? My god, the slash level in this universe was overwhelming even his cast-iron heterosexuality. He must get a grip on himself! Oh no! Innuendo! Aaaaaargh! We have to get out of here!
Aware that the men were starting at him with puzzled expressions, Russell gathered his composure.