lizbee's Literary Character Crush Meme

[rj_anderson]

So here's my list of the literary characters I crushed on, roughly in the order I encountered them:

- Peter, Caspian, and Rilian, from the Narnia books
- Will Stanton and Bran Davies, from Susan Cooper's The Dark Is Rising
- Ged, from Ursula LeGuin's A Wizard of Earthsea
- Mary Stewart's versions of the youthful Merlin and Mordred (and most of the heroes of her suspense novels too, come to think of it)
- Sherlock Holmes
- Johnson Johnson, the portrait-painting, bifocals-wearing spy/sleuth from Dorothy Dunnett's mysteries
- Remus Lupin (but only in canon, not in any fanfics I've yet read)
- Gregor Vorbarra, Duv Galeni and Simon Illyan from Lois McMaster Bujold's SF novels

I just know I'm leaving out somebody important*, but oh well.
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*No, not Wimsey -- I like him just fine, but I never crushed on him. And believe it or not, Snape is not one of my crushes either, at least not in the same way as the others listed here...

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[lizbee.livejournal.com]

I like Viola's Albus a lot, too. But it's very discombobulating to crush on two different versions of the same character, so I'll stick with McTabby's version.

(You should read TWIB. It's probably slashier than you'd like, and I can't swallow all of her ideas, but it's a reeeeeeeeeeeally good fic. And in the interests of remaining the Flaky OC Fangirl while everyone else in this comments page discusses Narnia, I'll show you the scene where I fell in love with TWIB!Albus:


Albus Dumbledore stood beside the Master's desk.

What a dreary prospect, having to watch him twice in one day. Still floating, still fighting, I glanced past that cursed priggish look of false modesty which always made me queasy. I saw the prefect's badge shining silver against his black robes, the white flower suspended in mid-air, the dark red-brown of the wand... And then Switch nodded to him, and he began.

I made no sound, there in the classroom. The game taught me to control every aspect of the semblance I presented to the world. No sound, as the stem of the flower turned to pure gold and my focus shattered to send me falling forward, helplessly, into the spell.
...

It was the power of the heart, yes, my point of the Triangle - yet not mine, not mine. I experienced Transfiguration as command, imposing my will on the objects of change. This power beckoned, persuaded, virtually invited the changes into being as it drew the flower into its vision, fitting it to an image already complete.

Caught by the colors, I watched the flower respond to the call. Streaming up from the stem of gold, circles of yellow, sulphur and primrose, saffron and dandelion, shading into honey and topaz and amber... I could feel the changes, see how the illusion of concentric rings was created: blindingly fast sequences for the petals within each ring, slowing slightly in between. Tones of red blending in as the rings followed the curves of the flower's sides, then moved inward toward its heart: ochre and carnelian, coral and garnet...

The Transfigured flower shone with the hues of breaking dawn and kindling fire: vivid, beautiful, alien... The hairs on my arms rose in a shudder of gooseflesh and aversion as the force which called those changes carried me into the flower's heart.

It became dragon's blood, steaming, burning with color richer than rubies. And in that instant I tore myself free.

He held the spell, but I was clear of it: shaken, bristling in outrage, still seeing colors everywhere, and longing to curse him to shreds. The chrysanthemum glowed, its Transfiguration complete, perfect. Changes I could have worked myself, changes I'd never have chosen, changes I had felt as if through my own wand... how?

Now Switch was examining the flower, smiling as he produced a few choice compliments for his pet... I ground my teeth. If the old gowk would only stop talking and hand out the inevitable ten points, we could move on and this class might finally end. The colors grew still brighter, and the floor swayed beneath my feet. Get on with it. Ten points to Gryffindor for a damnable degree of skill. My fingers twitched on my wand.

Switch poked at a petal. "This one here - what is it?"

"Raspberry jelly, sir."

[rj-anderson.livejournal.com]

LOFL!!! That's wonderful. Raspberry jelly! And so perfectly Albus, too. mctabby rules.