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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(4/4)
Date: 2013-05-31 06:48 pm (UTC)"...boatload of Old Ones on the way..."
Old Ones. Ones Ones coming here. Mr. Snow... coming here. The mere thought of their leader's name filled Hal's veins with ice, nearly started him shaking all the way down to his core. Fergus... Fergus would give Hal whatever he needed, whatever he wanted, would let him carry this little game of humanity as far as he dared take it because he would never question the social order between them -- Hal ruled; Fergus was ruled. But Mr. Snow... Mr. Snow had only ever had so much tolerance for Hal's attempts to recapture a simple human life, to bow out of the game for however long. He always found him, always dragged him back. And Hal always came, an obedient servant, because just like Fergus, he could no more refuse his master than he could stop the sun from rising and setting.
And Hal wasn't ready.
He wasn't ready to give this up. It was too new, too unexplored. He wanted more time. But, seeing that unadulterated panic once again rising in Hal's eyes and knowing even better than he did what he needed in that moment, Fergus continued talking with a wicked smirk on his lips, as if those last seven words hadn't meant a thing.
"...until then it's just me and this mouthy little dicksplash..."
Terrified eyes looking up at him with tears caught on clumped lashes. Howling grief at the realization that everything that had once tied him to a human life was dead, now, gone, irretrievable. Hal had known even then that this one was different. He would never be another Fergus -- no one would ever be another Fergus -- but he could be something else. Feeling his arousal spike at the pungent scent of fear in the air, Hal finally understood something which had, until then, eluded him. He understood then why Mr. Snow never left him on the long lead for too long... why he enjoyed it so, having Hal by his side. Hal was self-aware enough to recognize the reaction he'd just evoked in his newest recruit... to recognize it and hate him all the more for forcing that recognition. Even so, as much as he hated Cutler for it, Hal was a vampire cut from Mr. Snow's own cloth, molded and stretched into his very image... and he could no more resist that awed, worshipful terror than his master could.
Hal took Cutler's mouth that night, hard, violent, nearly suffocating the man in his urgency, as Fergus laughed and yelled encouragements from the other side of the room.
Intoxicating.
Hal gasped, came out of the vivid memory those words had invoked with a shudder and an almost painful throb of renewed arousal. The message was clear. Cutler was here. Fergus was here. Mr. Snow was coming. He could have them all... or none of them. He could choose Fergus, and Cutler... and Mr. Snow. Or he could choose Annie, and Eve... and Tom. His choice.
For now.
He had less than a day to decide. And as they parted ways, Hal knew only one thing for sure -- Fergus would see his will done, as he always had, no matter to what end it brought him... even his own.
And Hal would not weep for him.
He never did.
Re: (4/4)
Date: 2013-06-01 12:22 am (UTC)Loved this! My only quibble is that I think you need a little more (I can't believe I'm telling you that you need more words ;) ) to go from "mouthy little dicksplash" into the next paragraph to indicate that we've jumped into a memory. I thought there was a paragraph missing at first and had to read it twice, but once I realized where you were going there: APPROVED. Heartily.
Re: (4/4)
Date: 2013-06-01 04:55 am (UTC)*snerts*
I have issues with this story because it seems to just happen in spurts and none of it is in ORDER and the non-linearity of it stresses me out. *makes faces* But, like I said, I'm willing to try to do both. ^_~ We'll see.
I'm glad you like it, though! ^_^ Especially because, let's face it. Mainly I'm writing this for me and you, at this point. ;) And, yeah, I know I need another paragraph there. That was one of those moments where I read it, went, "Well, fuck, that's not very clear, is it?" and then immediately said, "Eh, fuck it. I'll fix it before I post it for real, this is just a comment-fic." So... yeah. Sorry. Got lazy. :-P
I'm glad you approve of where it went after, though!
And, see? Kinky-sort-of-almost-sex. ^_^
Man, these boys are fucked up and I love them to bits and pieces for it. ^_^