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The Handmaiden - fic rec
Feb. 23rd, 2022 12:13 amTitle: Love and Other Stories by caramarie
Fandom: The Handmaiden (2016)
Character/Pairing: Hideko/Sook-hee
Hideko, Sook-hee
Word Count: 944
Summary: "Hideko reads to Sook-hee."
Why I Rec This Fic: Takes the meta level of taking back the narrative, which I love, to something tangible.
‘You could learn to read,’ Hideko would say.
‘You’d think people would write proper stories,’ Sook-hee would say, and dismiss her.
She side-eyed every bookseller. If Hideko thought to read, Sook-hee would try to distract her. And Sook-hee could be very distracting.
Title: so slip your hand inside of my glove by Lirazel
Fandom: The Handmaiden (2016)
Character/Pairing: Hideko/Sook-hee
Hideko, Sook-hee
Word Count: 2623
Summary: "Hideko and Sook-hee, after."
Warnings: Sex, themes of trauma/childhood, sexual abuse,
Why I Rec This Fic: Really beautiful words for healing, with the ups and downs. Made me find a way to understand and love Hideko.
Fandom: The Handmaiden (2016)
Character/Pairing: Hideko/Sook-hee
Hideko, Sook-hee
Word Count: 944
Summary: "Hideko reads to Sook-hee."
Why I Rec This Fic: Takes the meta level of taking back the narrative, which I love, to something tangible.
‘You could learn to read,’ Hideko would say.
‘You’d think people would write proper stories,’ Sook-hee would say, and dismiss her.
She side-eyed every bookseller. If Hideko thought to read, Sook-hee would try to distract her. And Sook-hee could be very distracting.
Title: so slip your hand inside of my glove by Lirazel
Fandom: The Handmaiden (2016)
Character/Pairing: Hideko/Sook-hee
Hideko, Sook-hee
Word Count: 2623
Summary: "Hideko and Sook-hee, after."
Warnings: Sex, themes of trauma/childhood, sexual abuse,
Why I Rec This Fic: Really beautiful words for healing, with the ups and downs. Made me find a way to understand and love Hideko.
There are moments when her breath starts coming fast, her ribs hitching and aching like her corset’s been pulled too tight, and after Sook-hee drags her back to their hotel, she doesn’t leave the room for a week to recover. It’s the smells, mostly, so many she can’t name, and the noise, and the sheer human heat of bodies packed in tight. Sometimes it’s just too much. In every city, the smells and sights are different, but the sound of traffic beneath her window is the same, and she would give much for the cool silence of Uncle’s house, the comfort of knowing there are whole empty rooms between her and the nearest person who isn’t Sook-hee.
