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Lots of bad things happening to good people today. Have some fic.

If you'd like some Rogue One fic that isn't mine, you could do much worse than read schweinsty's fic The Last Poem of Jedha, which seems to be strongly influenced by Arabic/Middle Eastern culture.

If you fancy some stories that aren't fic then-and the order is VERY important here-go listen to Rebecca Fraimow's fantastic short stories Further Arguments In Support of Yudah Cohen's Proposal to Bluma Zilberman and its sequel Shaina Rubin Keeps Her Head In Circumstances Nobody Could Have Expected over at Podcastle. I'm not kidding 'bout the order.

And if you fancy some of mine: see below for an AO3 link to my latest story!

Title: Philosophers and Fools
Fandom: Rogue One: A Star Wars Story
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Explosions, gay characters
Summary: Baze rescues Chirrut from prison. Again.
Luck is just another word for the Force...
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Posted some more Rogue One fic on my AO3 account:

Title: Rise Like Demons
Fandom: Rogue One: A Star Wars Story
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Canonical character deaths, explosions
Summary: The stormtroopers on Scarif think they've won. A short four-chapter fic exploring the last thirty minutes of the movie from the stormtroopers' POV.

The airwaves are alive...


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I wrote this fic for a Christmas exchange and realised I never posted it. I hope you enjoy. Malik and Altair in time travel adventures-what's not to like?

Title: By The Stars Men Guide Themselves.
Fandom: Assassin's Creed
Rating: PG-13, for stabbing.
Warnings: Mild peril. Disney death(no blood).
Summary: When Altair and Malik steal an Apple of Eden from the Templars in Persepolis-they all get more than they bargained for. Travelling forwards in time, they meet their successors and try to unravel the mysteries of the Eden fragments. Standalone, but part of my Crusades series.
God sets on the earth landmarks, and by the stars men guide themselves...
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So I wrote Rogue One fic! Find it here on Archive of Our Own!

Title: Tear Up That Flag
Fandom: Rogue One: A Star Wars Story
Rating: 15
Warnings: References to drug use and character death.
Summary: What makes Bodhi leave the Empire? Bodhi Rook and Galen Erso. Prequel. One-shot.

Bodhi's mother dies at midnight, taking with her his last good reason to remain...




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More three sentence fics!

Synonym, for the prompt Guardians of the Galaxy, any, misfits

Rocket waves, though the movement threatens to overbalance the grenade launcher balancing precariously on his shoulder, “See you later, savages,”

“Ravagers,” corrects Yondu.

Rocket shrugs, “Same thing.”

 

Striptease, for the prompt Any, any, that wasn’t supposed to happen

“Come on,” Rey says, “Show us.”She doesn’t expect Poe to agree, and they’re both surprised when the pilot turns his back, shimmies out of his shirt, sheds his clothing piece by piece to a slowly whistled accompaniment, and dives into their bed wearing just a sock on his left foot.

“If you-if
either of you-tell anyone I just did that,” he says to Finn, “I’ll kill you.”

 

Harder,better.faster.stronger, for the prompt Mass Effect, Saren, hello darkness

Saren groans as Sovereign’s machines strip out his nerves, draining blood and lymph and layering his muscles with carbon nanotubes. The wires twine inside him. Sovereign, sensing his distress, injects sophorics, and Saren welcomes sleep.

 

Safety Starts At Home, for the prompt Mass Effect, Shepard (either gender)/Garrus Vakarian, scars

“What about this one?” says Shepard, stroking the turian’s scars, “Thresher maw?”

Garrus winces. “Walked into the damn bathroom cabinet.”

 

Employment, for the prompt any/any, someone accepting that having made mistakes makes them stronger because failure has taught them caution and mortality

“...all that disability discrimination bullshit.”

Malik pauses on the far side of the door, hand curling into a fist. He has long accepted his mutilation as the price of a past and painful lesson in caution, but as he hears glass shatter inside the room, he reflects that Altaïr has not shared his experience. 

 

Falsehood, for the prompt any/any, someone making excuses, which only pisses off the person they’re trying to justify themselves to..

Marîd’s explanation stuttered to a halt as Malik held up his hand. “The ability to lie effectively is not a tenet of the Creed, but it is a necessary aspect of our work. Marîd, report to Rafe for weapons practice, and next time you lie to me, make it something I’ll believe.”

 

Best Seat in the House, for the prompt Mass Effect, Shepard & Anderson last scene 

“You did good, son,” Anderson says, “you did good, I’m proud of you.” His head slumps onto his chest as his eyes fix on the horizon, smiling at the endless stars. Shepard never lives to find the drawer full of letters Anderson addressed, but did not send, and the captain never had the chance to tell Shepard where to find them.

     

 

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It's time for the three sentence ficathon again! Participate over at [livejournal.com profile] caramelsilver 's livejournal!

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Title: The Story of the Scribe
Fandom: Assassin's Creed
Rating: 12
Warnings: Violence
Summary: Majd Addin has been murdered, and Jerusalem is in crisis. A scribe in trouble finds all his prayers are answered-but he isn't convinced by the motives of his mysterious benefactor. In-game. Complete.

Corpses were cheap. Good investments were rare.
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Title: The Tale of the Thief
Fandom: Assassin's Creed.
Rating: 12
Warning: Violence
Summary: Several years after the events of the game, one of Malik's novices takes matters into her own hands. Chronological sequel to my story 'Stone. Ground. Mountain, River' but written to stand alone. One-shot. Complete.

I refuse to let you live your life a cripple...
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Title: Of Light And Shade
Fandom: Crimson Peak
Rating: 15
Warning: Implied incest and murder
Summary: Edith, Lucille and Thomas visit Venice. Written for the prompt 'they travel round Europe taking turns to be the black widow.'

We're so young, but we're on the road to ruin...
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 Fics written for my prompts for the three sentence ficathon-thanks again to [livejournal.com profile] caramelsilver for hosting!

There is another by [personal profile] syrena_of_the_lake for the prompt: Star Wars, any, demons and desires and dark sides

From the moment Luke told her who she really was, the afterimage of Tatooine's binary suns burned in her dreams.

Leia did not want that power; it terrified her, for all that Han (as subtle as a turbolaser) tried to reassure her with stray comments about lightsabers coming in handy or how the Force wasn't so mysterious compared to the Falcon 's hyperdrive unit.

Still, every night she was torn in two -- remembering black-clad hands that held her pinned while the only home she'd ever known was vaporized, and wondering when she woke: had Vader but known who she was, might he have thrown the Emperor down a bottomless shaft to save her from such pain?

I love this one because I expected something emo with Kylo Ren. I can't stand Kylo Ren, but Leia is awesome


Untitled by [livejournal.com profile] doreyg for the prompt Marvel, Loki, and when you get damned in the popular opinion, it’s just another one of the damns you’re not giving

He's become a fairytale now, the type you tell to naughty children to keep them in line. Eat all your greens or you'll become like Loki, don't talk back to me or you'll become like Loki, stray off the beaten path - of most glorious gold - and you'll become like Loki.

And he knows that he should, quite probably, be ashamed; but, honestly, the time for that has long passed now.

2015 was the year I started to find Tom Hiddleston attractive (I blame the BBC adaptation of the Henriad in general and the random bathhouse scene in particular for this) Also, Joanne Harris's The Gospel of Loki is quite wonderful. 

Untitled by[livejournal.com profile] et_tu_lj for the prompt Bond, Q/Bond, I thought you’d gone

Q does not regret defying an order, violating the Official Secrets Act, traveling to Austria illegally, or even the long, desperate night that ended in a confused embrace and a clumsy kiss; he regrets only that it has ended with 007 gone from his life forever.

Then he hears the sound of the lift. All Q can manage is a feeble remark, but Bond’s rakish smile says they're not finished quite yet.

The scene that launched a thousand ships.

Various, for the prompt Star Trek, Kirk, terrible chat up lines
 
by 
[blogspot.com profile] archersangel

Kirk rarely bothers with lines, trying the usual conversation starters about current events or the weather first.

But his favorite one is "If you were a phaser, you'd be set on stunning."

If McCoy is within earshot, he always snorts & rolls his eyes.

by [livejournal.com profile] pasted

Bright, excited blue eyes met cloudy, serious green ones from across a crowded bar near campus, and then suddenly disappeared. Bones turns to grumble and shout when someone suddenly pushed into his stool from behind but there was a whisper in his ear that stopped him dead.

"Baby, your eyes are like a black hole, they just suck men right in," Jim Kirk couldn't help himself and nipped at his best friend's (sometimes with benefits) ear before standing up straighter and chuckling to himself in pride and chagrin.

by [livejournal.com profile] zippitgood

 Sulu shouldn’t enjoy watching Jim Kirk in action as much as he does, enjoy the lightning fast flicker play of emotion, tug and pull of seduction oozing out of him even if the words he lets flow are laughable. He shouldn’t shake his head and let Jim catch his eye from across the bar and tilt his head in invitation. He shouldn’t let himself go along because that way lies danger, but then again, he’s a flyboy, what’s life without a little danger?

This prompt was ....surprisingly popular.So many lines, all so terrible. How to choose?

 

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X-men, Nightcrawler~Wolverine, take me to church, for luckweaver

The Elder Congregation

To Kurt’s surprise, Wolverine remembers when to stand up and when to sit down, and even recognizes some of the more complicated Catholic liturgies, and to his even greater surprise the same tiny female pensioners who gave Kurt a hard time for being German back when he first joined just seem to love Canadians. It takes Kurt half an hour to disentangle Wolverine from the lavender-scented clutches of the elder congregation, and when he’s done his friend just looks at him and growls. “Never speak of this again.”

 

Star Trek, Kirk/Bones, the inevitable, for luckweaver.

Another Word for Inevitable is Fate

“Do you believe in destiny?”

It’s not Jim’s best chat up line, or even, sad to say, his worst, and Bones looks at him as if he’s crazy. “Of course not,” he says, “I believe in science.”

 

Greek Mythology, Hades/Persephone, and I'm thrashing on the line/somewhere between desperate and divine, for vialethe

Truths

“I wish I was a mortal woman,” she tells him in anguish and fear, because if she was mortal he might not want her.

“You don’t,” he says, eyes hooded. “I should know.”

 

Greek Mythology, Cassandra/Apollo, Tell you miserable things after you are asleep, for vialethe

A Little Sun

Cassandra cannot hate him conscious, and so she tells soft truths when he’s asleep. She speaks of exactly how he will be forgotten, how the sun itself will be measured and mapped by sharp-eyed men, its power tamed, how somewhere, two thousand years from now, someone will name a plane for their mother and drop a bomb that decimates a land to win a war. “A little sun.”

 

Marvel, Jane/Thor, witty banter

What Passes As Wit These Days, for unknown

“And then, she says, “you push him off, and say something like ‘have a nice trip’.”

“That’s not witty, that’s psychopathic.”

She shrugs, “To each their own.”

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I have fanart for A Thousand Days! Drawn by the amazing Caroline Parkinson

My favorite parts are the tiny steps on the right hand side. That,and the figures. Malik always looks so exasperated.

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Okay, it's done!!! Chapters 6-11 of Thousand Days are up on A03, which brings the story, and Malik and Altair's adventures, to a close. Read it here!
Link to AO3, because the formatting's way prettier. Also posted on fanfiction.net, because old habits die hard. Much love to caroline for beta reading. If you liked it, or you really didn't, if I've added tomatoes or doorhandles or anything else that wasn't around at the time, or if you just want to chat, message me. 

Fanart following soon! Yes, fanart, how fantastic!

Title: A Thousand Days
Fandom: Assassin's Creed
Rating: Strong 15
Warnings: Violence and death
Summary: When the Alamut Assassins are captured by Salah al-din's soldiers, Malik forms an unlikely alliance to save their lives, but as usual, events don't go entirely as planned.

For I dream of towers falling, and all my kingdoms fail...

The Assassin's Creed fandom is always fun! I have lots and of love for the Third Crusade; it's an an intriguing period, with plenty of strong historical characters and interesting events and trivia. And the Fourth Crusade, when the Crusaders headed for Jerusalem but ran out of money, so the old blind doge of Venice convinced them to raid Byzantine Christian Constantinople instead (that's where they got the Horses of Saint Mark's). And history geeking aside, you have to love the antagonistic/sarcastic relationship between Altair and Malik. Together, they fight crime, or you know, evil masters, whatever.
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The next two instalments of Thousand Days are up on AO3! Check out chapters 4 and 5 below!

Title:
A Thousand Days
Fandom:
Assassins Creed
Rating: Strong 15
Warnings: Violence, intimacy
Summary: Salah al-din's soldiers hunt for the Jerusalem bureau, and Malik seeks help from an unexpected source.
The Assassins didn't believe in fate, predestination, or anything they couldn't kill...
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So Marie Brennan wrote fanfiction for Mary Robinette Kowal's Glamourist Histories series. It's great fic, with a smutty edge and a teasing relationship between the partners that is one of my favorite parts of actual relationships but seems sadly lacking in most fictional affairs (roses! moonlight! angst! but no washing of dishes or snarking about tv). Link to fic on Archive of Our Own.
A Classical Education on AO3
So then Mary Robinette Kowal wrote reciprocal fic for Marie Brennan's Natural History of Dragons series. It's not smutty, but it is epic. I think it's supposed to be a nod to Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries, but seeing as I have no feckin' idea what that is, I'll just say it's well worth a read.
A Study In Serpents on AO3


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Title:Ghosts and Gasoline
Fandom: Mad Max
Rating: 15:
Warnings: Swearing, non-explicit sex.
Summary: Post-game Max/Furiosa.
He's been running on empty for so long he's forgotten what it means to run full... )
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...half way and sixty pages through the epic fic of epicness that A Thousand Days is turning out to be. But who cares! BRING ON THE FIC.

Three Sentence Ficathon
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Hey..remember that postgame angsty Malik fic I wrote four years ago? Well, it has a sequel! Two sequels in fact. I've been waiting to write this fic every since I read about the siege of Jerusalem a few months after the events of the first game. It has swordfights! Saladin! Sarcasm! Multiple historical inaccuracies! God I still love this fandom.

Here's the original..Length of God's Patience, sixteen thousand words of post-game Assassin angst featuring everyone's favorite one-armed Assassin.

Title: The Length of God's Patience
Rating; PG-13
Warnings: Spoilers and violence
Summary: Malik struggles with the loss of his arm and his new position as head of the Jerusalem Assassin's Bureau

Your presence here deprives me of both...

Here's the first sequel; The Subject Tonight is Love, the start of a much longer fic that kept heading off in another direction entirely. Five thousand words of conversation and innuendo. Malik/OFC.

Title: The Subject Tonight is Love
Rating: PG
Warnings: Nothing more alarming than the word 'prostitute'
Summary: Takes place immediately after LOGP. The Assassin's Creed doesn't cover every situation in which Malik finds himself.

Your Jerusalem must be a very lonely place...

And the second sequel: A Thousand Days, a novella length and very much in progress adventure story inspired by my discovery that the siege of Jerusalem happened only months after the ending of the game.

Title: A Thousand Days
Rating: 15
Warnings: Violence and historical inaccuracies.
Summary:Post-game. The Order is in disarray following Al Mualim's death. Saladin has retreated to Jerusalem as the Crusaders sweep across the Holy Land. As the Order's foothold in the city grown more precarious by the day, Malik al-Sayf, rafiq of Jerusalem, recieves an unwelcome message from the Assassins of Alamut.

Jerusalem is ours as much as yours...

Have fun. I'll be over here trying to convince myself that writing fan-fiction for a game released seven years ago is retro rather than sad.
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This is great! I love fic challenges, but tend not to prompt myself, so I'm getting into it. None of these are what I would have written, and that is wonderful!

Game of Thrones, Daenerys, I am a lighthouse in a desert and I stand alone, filled by [livejournal.com profile] silvr_dagger 

She sees it while crossing the Waste, a stone tower standing on the crest of a hill, overlooking a cracked and barren plain. A lighthouse, Jorah tells, relic of oceans long gone dry; the khalasar mutters of haunted ground, and she leads them quickly onward, unwilling to disturb this land's ghosts - but she looks back as she passes and shivers to see it keeping its vigil there, stern and lonely and entirely useless.
It strikes her as a cruel fate, for something meant to light the way, and it seems then as though she cannot put it behind her soon enough - but in the desert of Mereen, she dreams that she stands on a promontory above receding waters to watch the world change beyond reckoning, crowns cast down and empires toppled, and she wakes alone to dust in her throat and the knowledge that she cannot put it behind her at all.

 

Dragon Age, Varric, writers are liars, my dear, filled by [livejournal.com profile] classicslover 

Some people never learned not to play Wicked Grace for actual money when Varric was getting ready to publish. Those in the know avoided his legendary poker face. When it was brought to his attention, usually by Aveline, complaining that he had cheated them, Varric simple laughed and explained that fiction was in his blood.

The Hobbit, Thorin Oakenshield, by night all cats are grey, filled by [livejournal.com profile] nessaniel

Glory has died here, long ago, he had seen it go up in brash gold flames and some ashes are probably best left for the wind to scatter across the lands.
There is no king under the mountain anymore, Thorin thinks, as he looks at his fellowship of lost souls, tinkers, toy makers and strays.
This is all he has, this is all he is: a king of cats.


Assassin's Creed, Altair, scandent, filled by [livejournal.com profile] backland

Altaïr climbs, as he was born and bred to; trained and honed and disciplined enough that he reached the Master class sooner than anyone else before him, though it never felt like a grand achievement, just another step in the ladder, and maybe that's why when it all came crashing down and he was a novice again it never felt like that much of a shock, because Altaïr knows how to climb down too, knows all the ways that your foothold can slip and sending you tumbling down.
He climbs so that he may bring people with him, clutching at his back, kicking and screaming in their fear of the unknown, of breaking away from the common denominator that keeps them chained to the muck and inequalities and utter unfairness of it all, because it's all they've ever known, yet still Altaïr climbs, because he has risen above and seen what awaits at the uppermost point of humanities potential.
Altaïr changes lives, changes history, and to do so he steps over himself, his hopes and dreams and desires, digs his fingers and the soles of his feet into them and pushes them down so that he may keep going, getting just that much higher, and with each centimeter gained he gets farther and farther away from them until he is so high up that he can no longer see them at all.


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 ASOIF, Arya and Sansa, at the end of all things for [livejournal.com profile] silvr_dagger 

At The End of All Things

They stand atop the Wall and stare together at the end of the world.The Iron Throne is Sansa's now and she needs no other sword, though Arya beside her carries enough knives for two. Their wolves pace nervously along the ice-slick path that runs along the Wall as they watch the White Walkers come.

FF8,Seifer, now or never for [livejournal.com profile] adraekh

Now or Never

She said it's now or never, and it should have been never.
Seifer quenches his cigarette with a whisper of frost and thinks how nice it would have been to know that at the time.
Can't go back,” he says, and takes her hand.

FF10, Auron, journey's end for [livejournal.com profile] silvr_dagger

Journey's End

We will make a flute from your bones,” the Ronso promises as he leans over Auron's body.
Auron opens his mouth to tell the Ronso he doesn't care what happens to his bones as long the Ronso promises to do as Auron tells him, but there is a sharp pain in his chest and he is very, very tired.
He takes a deep breath and holds it as long as he can before he exhales with a sigh, and then he's gone.

The Borgias, Lucrezia/Cesare, bound in blood for [livejournal.com profile] caramelsilver

A Rose for the Borgias

The rose is egg- yolk yellow, as yellow as the leaves that float down the Tiber in autumn to rot. Lucrezia takes the flower by its stem without flinching and wonders whether to tell Cesare that yellow roses symbolize infidelity.
But then, she thinks, why else would he have given me a rose?

Twelfth Night, Viola, fluid, for [livejournal.com profile] lizzie_marie_23

Ukiyo

She has heard there is a land far from Illyria where they call the demi monde the floating world, where courtesans and acrobats mingle in the lantern light beside fast flowing rivers as they ply their water trade and boys and girls are never what they seem. Viola has always found the description peculiarly appropriate.
Women are like water, she thinks as she painstakingly glues the first of many boars' bristles onto her upper lip, they always change

Dragon Age:Origins: any origin + any other origin, you think you've had it tough? for [livejournal.com profile] classicslover

Two Fantasy Protagonists

We 'ad to catch a nug every morning for breakfast with a broken piece of string just to stay alive,” Warden Brosca said, frowning so the casteless brand on her cheek creased into a dark smudge, “and then for afters Ma'd let us lick the lichen from the rocks for dessert.”
Warden Mahariel raised one elegant Elvish eyebrow; “My mother was eaten by wolves,” she said, “and every morning my old aunt'd make us climb seven hundred feet straight up a kauri tree to scrape off a handful of moss from the topmost branches for our breakfast, and that was our only meal of the day, and the Dalish don't believe in dessert.”
All right, said Warden Brosca grudgingly around another mouthful of ale, “you win.”

Inception, Ariadne/Arthur, slow dancing around the living room at three am to Frank Sinatra, for anonymous.

You and Frank Sinatra

They finish the maze, finally, in the living room of Ariadne's new apartment in Barcelona, at quarter to three in the morning and there's not a soul awake in the building except Arthur and Ariadne and the husky voice of Frank Sinatra on the midnight radio. Ariadne yanked the carpet up hours ago to draw patterns on the floorboards, and Arthur traces the route through the maze with the toe of his chalk-scuffed wingtip, singing one more for my baby and one more for the road.
Somewhere along the line the tap of feet on floorboards becomes a jaunty dance, and when Ariadne protests sotto voce that he'll wake the neighbours he switches to a waltz and removes an imaginary hat with a flourish as he holds out a hand to her in the monochrome moonlight, a moment so strange and so beautiful that Ariadne thinks it belongs in a dream.

 

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