Long time no speak?
May. 31st, 2013 10:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
eirenicalI'll admit it. I have been truly atrocious at keeping up with LJ lately. -.-;;; It's probably due to the fact that tumblr has sucked me in big time and I'm spending a lot of my fannish energy over there. Not that that's an excuse. :-P
Anyway, I probably have a lot of RL stuff to catch you all up on (continuing job saga, NEW FOUNTAIN PENS, NEW GALAXY S4 PHONE OMG IT'S SO NEW AND SHINY AND FAST AND AMAZING, new show loves, etc.)... but TBH, I'm being lazy today and I don't feel like it. ^_~ Maybe some other day.
So, instead, how about a fic round-up and a prompt meme? Sound good? ^_^
1. Les Miserables -- Follow You, Follow Me; a.k.a. the Grantaire-gets-a-tumblr fic
OK. First off... this monster. Holy fuck. After resisting it for years, I went and fell head first into the Les Mis fandom. Yikes. This story was prompted by a tumblr post which basically mused on the fact that Grantaire was practically made for tumblr (yes, this is a modern AU -- ANOTHER thing I swore I wouldn't write, especially for Les Mis, I feel like such a hypocrite)... because really, he was. And I intended this to be 1000 words of fluff. Then it went and Took a Serious Turn (TM)... and now I have 19,000 words and counting of angst-filled Les Mis tumblr fic. I DON'T EVEN KNOW. But I love it and it's the most consistent writing inspiration I've had in a long time and also the first time I've been able to sustain a WIP in forever. So. Yeah. Four parts are already posted, the fifth will probably go up later today. Enjoy? *unsure but game smile*
Follow You, Follow Me (16560 words) by Renee-chan
Chapters: 4/?
Fandom: Les Misérables - All Media Types, Les Misérables - Schönberg/Boublil, Les Misérables (2012)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Enjolras/Grantaire, Cosette/Eponine
Characters: Grantaire (Les Misérables), Enjolras (Les Misérables), Jean "Jehan" Prouvaire, Joly (Les Misérables), Bossuet Laigle, Combeferre (Les Misérables), Courfeyrac (Les Misérables), Feuilly (Les Misérables), Éponine Thénardier, Cosette Fauchelevent, Jean Valjean, Inspector Javert, Gavroche Thénardier
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Tumblr, Slow Build, Mistaken Identity, Anonymity, Obsessive Behaviour, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Addiction
Summary:
In this strange conglomeration of humanity which made up the users of tumblr, Grantaire felt like he'd stumbled into a land peopled entirely by others who were just -- like -- him. He was so used to being the lone devil's advocate in a group of angels, the lone voice of reason in a group of idealists, the lone voice of dissent in a group of yes-men, that to have found an entire population of people who were just as eager to shoot down the mainstream as he was -- it was glorious to feel so... not alone. And it went to his head.
Read on AO3: [1] [2] [3] [4]
Read on ff.net: [1] [2] [3] [4]
2. Vikings -- To Dance To His Tune; yet another Bjorn/Athelstan fic because I just can't leave those boys alone. -.-;;; Could be considered sequel-ish to "Reasons Enough to Surrender" as long as you don't mind a few inconsistencies created by the season finale. Otherwise, it can easily read as a stand-alone.
To Dance to His Tune (2433 words) by Renee-chan
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Vikings (TV)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Athelstan/Bjorn (Vikings)
Characters: Bjorn (Vikings), Athelstan (Vikings), Aslaug (Vikings)
Additional Tags:Adult!Bjorn, Sexual Content, Parents & Children, Resentment towards Parents, Divorce, Future Fic, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Clothed Sex, Rough Sex, Angry Sex, Submission
Summary:
Athelstan sighed, turned his tugging on Bjorn's beard into a caress that threaded up into his hair and stopped with his hand wrapped around the back of Bjorn's neck. He pulled Bjorn's head down to touch their foreheads together, whispered, "What would you have me say, Bjorn?"
Bjorn simply shook his head, then tilted it down to press more kisses onto Athelstan's already kiss-swollen lips. He didn't wish to think of the future, didn't wish to think of the days to come when he would have to take a wife, didn't wish to think on the fact that he was a man just barely come into his prime... while Athelstan was soon to be leaving his. Time, the future... they were not his friends and he would cast them away from himself if he could.
Read on AO3
Read on ff.net
And now... what you all came here for? (Because I really don't have enough writing on my plate already and, YES, Not-For-Primetime-Fic-I-haven't-started, I do see you there and I do know you're due in like... a week. O_o;;;)
Writing Prompt Meme!
Use one of your favorite icons, and post a ONE WORD prompt with it in the comments. I will then write you a ficlet to go with it.
Any fandoms listed under my umbrella fic tag are fair game (can be found in convenient list form at the top of this page), as well as any fandoms found under a “fanfic: ” tag on my LJ or DW.
Anyway, I probably have a lot of RL stuff to catch you all up on (continuing job saga, NEW FOUNTAIN PENS, NEW GALAXY S4 PHONE OMG IT'S SO NEW AND SHINY AND FAST AND AMAZING, new show loves, etc.)... but TBH, I'm being lazy today and I don't feel like it. ^_~ Maybe some other day.
So, instead, how about a fic round-up and a prompt meme? Sound good? ^_^
1. Les Miserables -- Follow You, Follow Me; a.k.a. the Grantaire-gets-a-tumblr fic
OK. First off... this monster. Holy fuck. After resisting it for years, I went and fell head first into the Les Mis fandom. Yikes. This story was prompted by a tumblr post which basically mused on the fact that Grantaire was practically made for tumblr (yes, this is a modern AU -- ANOTHER thing I swore I wouldn't write, especially for Les Mis, I feel like such a hypocrite)... because really, he was. And I intended this to be 1000 words of fluff. Then it went and Took a Serious Turn (TM)... and now I have 19,000 words and counting of angst-filled Les Mis tumblr fic. I DON'T EVEN KNOW. But I love it and it's the most consistent writing inspiration I've had in a long time and also the first time I've been able to sustain a WIP in forever. So. Yeah. Four parts are already posted, the fifth will probably go up later today. Enjoy? *unsure but game smile*
Follow You, Follow Me (16560 words) by Renee-chan
Chapters: 4/?
Fandom: Les Misérables - All Media Types, Les Misérables - Schönberg/Boublil, Les Misérables (2012)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Enjolras/Grantaire, Cosette/Eponine
Characters: Grantaire (Les Misérables), Enjolras (Les Misérables), Jean "Jehan" Prouvaire, Joly (Les Misérables), Bossuet Laigle, Combeferre (Les Misérables), Courfeyrac (Les Misérables), Feuilly (Les Misérables), Éponine Thénardier, Cosette Fauchelevent, Jean Valjean, Inspector Javert, Gavroche Thénardier
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Tumblr, Slow Build, Mistaken Identity, Anonymity, Obsessive Behaviour, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Addiction
Summary:
In this strange conglomeration of humanity which made up the users of tumblr, Grantaire felt like he'd stumbled into a land peopled entirely by others who were just -- like -- him. He was so used to being the lone devil's advocate in a group of angels, the lone voice of reason in a group of idealists, the lone voice of dissent in a group of yes-men, that to have found an entire population of people who were just as eager to shoot down the mainstream as he was -- it was glorious to feel so... not alone. And it went to his head.
Read on AO3: [1] [2] [3] [4]
Read on ff.net: [1] [2] [3] [4]
2. Vikings -- To Dance To His Tune; yet another Bjorn/Athelstan fic because I just can't leave those boys alone. -.-;;; Could be considered sequel-ish to "Reasons Enough to Surrender" as long as you don't mind a few inconsistencies created by the season finale. Otherwise, it can easily read as a stand-alone.
To Dance to His Tune (2433 words) by Renee-chan
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Vikings (TV)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Athelstan/Bjorn (Vikings)
Characters: Bjorn (Vikings), Athelstan (Vikings), Aslaug (Vikings)
Additional Tags:Adult!Bjorn, Sexual Content, Parents & Children, Resentment towards Parents, Divorce, Future Fic, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Clothed Sex, Rough Sex, Angry Sex, Submission
Summary:
Athelstan sighed, turned his tugging on Bjorn's beard into a caress that threaded up into his hair and stopped with his hand wrapped around the back of Bjorn's neck. He pulled Bjorn's head down to touch their foreheads together, whispered, "What would you have me say, Bjorn?"
Bjorn simply shook his head, then tilted it down to press more kisses onto Athelstan's already kiss-swollen lips. He didn't wish to think of the future, didn't wish to think of the days to come when he would have to take a wife, didn't wish to think on the fact that he was a man just barely come into his prime... while Athelstan was soon to be leaving his. Time, the future... they were not his friends and he would cast them away from himself if he could.
Read on AO3
Read on ff.net
And now... what you all came here for? (Because I really don't have enough writing on my plate already and, YES, Not-For-Primetime-Fic-I-haven't-started, I do see you there and I do know you're due in like... a week. O_o;;;)
Writing Prompt Meme!
Use one of your favorite icons, and post a ONE WORD prompt with it in the comments. I will then write you a ficlet to go with it.
Any fandoms listed under my umbrella fic tag are fair game (can be found in convenient list form at the top of this page), as well as any fandoms found under a “fanfic: ” tag on my LJ or DW.
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Date: 2013-05-31 06:43 pm (UTC)"I know who you are..."
Hal froze in the act of turning, those words, that voice, stopping him dead in his tracks. He'd know that voice anywhere -- the soft Irish brogue, still strong after centuries away from the motherland, the purr underneath the innocent syllables, teasing and hinting at dark thoughts, dark desires, dark needs. That voice stirred things inside of him, instincts he'd thought long dead and buried... 55 years dead and buried. And somehow, Hal just knew that if he completed that turn, if he met those storm blue eyes and the heat that he knew would be in them... he would be lost.
Still, he couldn't resist. He never could. Not this one. Never this one. Painting a firm scowl on his face before he even turned, Hal spat those words of denial, words the other would know were false the second they dripped from his lips. They would break upon the ground, shattered lies like so many others he had told in his long life... and just as futile. The moment he turned, the moment their eyes met, that heat surged up to engulf him, just as he'd known it would. He found himself straightening, pulling himself up to his full height, felt his head tilt upwards and his eyes tilt down, slanting his gaze down his nose at the one standing before him... a prince preparing to accept the fealty of one on his knees.
And Fergus did not disappoint. He stalked forwards, drawn in by the disdain in Hal's eyes -- disdain for Fergus or for himself, even Hal couldn't have said -- and the promise of swift retribution for even the slightest step out of line. Hal could feel the need rising inside him as Fergus stalked towards him -- back stooped low, gaze not quite rising to meet his, not quite daring to look away -- the need to bury his hands in that short-cropped hair, yank his head backwards and reassert his dominance. Worse, he knew Fergus could feel it, too. Hal could feel him testing the boundaries of that need, trying to guage how much Hal had changed in those 55 years years, trying to guage what advances might be welcome, which might be ruthlessly brushed aside.
He was good at this game, Fergus was. He always had been. That was why, through all the years, all the changes, all the ups and the downs, Fergus was the only one who'd managed to stay by his side -- his faithful servant, an extension of his right hand... his.