I fell back into the Real Person Fic (RPF) fold recently–thanks, Chris Pine–and it’s been great fun writing it again. As a reader and a writer, RPF feels like a very different thing to me than fic based on, well, fiction, and I want to take a crack at naming the particular pleasures it brings.
Plus, if there’s one thing I’ve learned from seeing Wonder Woman, it’s that one should declare one’s love loudly, unabashedly, and well before one jumps onto a weapons-laden plane headed to certain doom. Ahem.
For context: I read and write RPF for actors, for the people who play certain fictional characters I favor. While I have read and enjoyed RPF about athletes, that’s not my primary jam, so the joys I’ve tried to articulate below are specifically centered on the play between the fictional and “real.” (Damn it, will I ever shake grad school-speak out of my writing? Perhaps not.)
At its core, RPF gives me an ever-evolving spectrum of crayons to play with inside the same beautiful box.