#discworld fic

[ar-gemlad]

A little Discworld fic:

Ned Simnel & Death, Reaper Man and Raising Steam

Ned Simnel dived behind the wall as his latest contraption exploded.

"Damn and blast! I thought that was the one! Oh well, back to the drawing board." He stood and looked at the blackboard full of diagrams. "Now, what could have been missing this time?"

PERHAPS A 3/8THS GRIPLEY?

"Well as I live and breathe! Bill Door!"

AH. ABOUT THAT...

[ocies-sideblog]

Bear with me while I Discworld AU for a min.

What if Agnes Nitt met Vimes after/during the events of Maskerade. What if she stayed in the city and Vimes and Sybil accidentally became her mentors of sorts.

Sybil met Agnes while she was singing and the two hit it off and before she knew it Agnes was volunteering at the Sunshine Sanctuary. And after spending enough time with such a huge personality as the Duchess of Ankh Lady Sybil Ramkin, Agnes didn't hear Perdita hardly at all anymore.

A popular theory is that Vimes is a witch and AM is his patch. He would be perfect to accidentally become Agnes's mentor without either of them realizing what was happening. So Agnes became a witch after all, in a kind of... well let's say Agnes is to witches what the Nac Mac feegle are to fairies.

I don't quite know how to articulate this idea any better, but it is currently rotating in my brain like a rotisserie chicken.

[asongaboutpirates]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Discworld - Terry Pratchett Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Havelock Vetinari/Samuel Vimes, Havelock Vetinari & Samuel Vimes Characters: Havelock Vetinari, Samuel Vimes, Nobby Nobbs Additional Tags: Unresolved Romantic Tension, Pre-Slash, Banter, Flirting, Pining, Intricate Rituals, protective Vimes, Missing Scene, Smoking, Book: The Truth (Discworld) Summary:

‘Tell me, commander, do your loins have a tendency to quiver?’ ‘Huh?’

Havelock Vetinari is a prisoner at Pseudopolis Yard and, having nothing to do, he finds a way to keep himself busy.

~

I will forever be haunted by the question what happened at the Yard during the events of The Truth. Here’s another attempt to fill in some blanks.

[thiswaycomessomethingwicked]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 26/? Fandom: Discworld - Terry Pratchett Rating: Mature Relationships: Lord Downey/Havelock Vetinari, Lord Downey/Others (past), Havelock Vetinari/Others (past) Additional Tags: illogical use of magic - don't worry about it, Transformation, Body Horror, Illness, descriptions of the results of gun violence, or gonne violence as the case may be, Slow Burn, too much philosophical meanderings too little time, POV Alternating, Downey has a daughter who is twelve and a menace, light descriptions of torture - but it's not to any canon characters, and it's in the historic past, i want to be explicit that the body horror is not Vetinari's wound, because disability isn't body horror, etc etc - Freeform Summary:

One blustery morning, a short note arrives on Downey's desk that says: Patrician. Sektober 13. Soon after Vetinari receives an old newspaper clipping about the death of a colleague's father that occurred forty years ago. It doesn't take long for things to go a little wahoonie shaped with a dead girl in a tree, a two hundred year old mystery, and a creature stalking the streets of Ankh-Morpork.

Of course, throughout all of this, Vetinari is fending off unsolicited advice from his aunt (buy a lint roller!) and begins to worry that he might be developing an approximation of something like maybe feelings, for a limited value of feelings, for one Master of the Assassins Guild.

Naturally, nothing is every entirely straight forward and some families have old secrets.

-- Obligatory Excerpt 

‘Vengeance?’ Downey suggests. He shrugs casual-casual. Nothing-to-see-here. Just idle thoughts. ‘As Bosola said: vengeance, like the plague, takes much in blood. Perhaps it’s his mistress. When she dies, she remains unconvinced that he, too, is dead and wants to make sure the job was done.’

‘I suppose that holds water,’ Vetinari agrees. ‘If he caused his mistress as much pain as is implied by the little we know.’

‘So…if our estimable creature is a ghost—’

‘Our estimable creature?’ Vetinari smiles fully, the first since entering the carriage, which pleases Downey.  

‘It’s an accurate description,’ Downey insists, playing it up a little. ‘The creature is worthy of praise for being very good at doing its creaturely business. It is, therefore, accurate to call it estimable.’  

This has Vetinari staring at the carriage ceiling.

one more chapter after this then we are done with the world’s longest non-date date-night. 

[sparkly-angell]

Veni Vici Vetinari

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63689044

Fandom: Discworld

Pairing: Sybil Ramkin/Samuel Vimes/Havelock Vetinari

Explicit

Tags: threesome, dom/sub, vaginal sex, anal sex, praise kink

Summary:

“We could go slow, darling. We could spend months exploring what you like. Trying new things one at a time not to overwhelm you…” Sybil caressed Havelock’s cheek with the back of her hand. “But.” This time he felt Samuel moving behind him. His lips almost brushed Havelock’s ear. “But we think you like it rough.”

[zakalwe-the-ninth]

WIP Word Game

Rules: you will be given a word. then you share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of your word.

Oh, fun! Thank you for tagging me, @megafaunatic! I had the word SALVE.

I had to dig deep for the L ...and I've gone with excerpts because they were more interesting.

S: “Says the man with a whole damned spy network at his fingertips!” Vimes rounded on him. “Where were they, in all this, by the way? Shouldn’t you have known about this? A man can’t whistle in this bloody city without you finishing the tune!”

A: At that moment the decision was made for him, as Vimes’ legs gave up complaining vaguely about working conditions and moved directly to a full withdrawal of labour; he felt them start to go out from beneath him, and managed to direct his fall into the nearest chair.

L: Lu-Tze thought about this for a long minute, and scratched his chin. “It is written, Mister Vimes, that ignorance is bliss. And in this particular case you don’t need any more weight added to that stick you’re beating yourself with. So I’m not going to tell you.”

V: Vetinari shivered, and Vimes watched his wrists flex against the metal of the cuffs.

E: “‘Excuse’, Vimes?” Vetinari’s tone now was downright dangerous, and Vimes felt the adrenaline surge again.

Three of those are from the remaining chapters of Intricate Rituals, one is from the Fluid Dynamics sequel (no prizes for guessing which 😂) and the L is from something on hiatus.

I tag @asongaboutpirates @nightvalechildarmy @helenvader and @slowlymychaos, with the word VENUS.

[kneesntoess]

Title: Discourse on the Monstrous Fandom: Discworld - The City Watch Rating: G

Summary: Young Sam encounters a difference of opinion

LINK TO AO3

Young Sam stared dubiously at the sheet of paper in front of him.

He looked up at the blackboard, which had several helpful definitions and even a demonstrative diagram, to encourage the more visual learners.

Finally, Sam looked at Miss Trish, who had crouched down to speak to a classmate and was paying no direct attention to Young Sam at all.

Still frowning, Sam rose from his seat, pencil clutched in one hand. He walked carefully over to the Resource Station in the corner of the room and reached for the pencil sharpener, because he'd been given permission to stand up and use it as often as he liked, as long as he stopped using his pocket knife where other students, and especially the teaching staff, could see. He also sharpened a second pencil, in case he needed it, and returned to his seat.

The sheet of paper hadn't changed. Neither had the neat little definitions, or the illustrative diagram, which had big sharp teeth and long claws and hair in improbable places. Miss Trish still wasn't looking at him, although this was not unusual and he'd probably have done what he did next, anyway.

Picking up his spare pencil, Sam filled in his worksheet.

Susan paused in the act of drinking her tea, because someone had slammed a piece of paper down on the desk in front of her.

She raised a single eyebrow at the table-slammer.

"This is - You - !" Trish Lyeham, veteran teacher of insipid offspring of insipid parents, fought to wrestle herself back under control, amply aided by the raised eyebrow. It was amazing, how much one person could say with a single eyebrow, especially when the eyebrow doing the talking belonged to Susan.

"Did you put him up to this?" Trish eventually demanded, and Susan transferred her considerable attention to the somewhat crinkled paper. It had been filled in meticulously and in great detail, in a cramped but legible hand Susan recognised immediately. In the same hand, someone had taken a red pencil crayon and made several small corrections and added several additional subheadings.

Susan surpressed a smile.

"I think Sam is entirely capable of producing this of his own accord," Susan replied, and took a sip of her tea. The young boy she had taught the year previous had been confident and head strong and had been mostly quiet, more prone to using his ears than his mouth (or, indeed, his fists). He had asked straightforward, precise questions and he had expected to recieve honest answers.

"Yes, well," Trish said, who had never met a straightforward, precise question she couldn't waffle her way around. "I blame the parents."

"Yes," Susan agreed, "I think you probably can."

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FIN

[chocolatepot]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

For the Hurt/Comfort Exchange this year, I wrote a nice little Polly/Maladicta (Monstrous Regiment) post-canon fic!

“What if I fuss over you?” Maladicta says out of the blue, and it throws Polly into such confusion that Maladicta has her half out of her coat before she realizes what's going on. Polly is wounded. Maladicta is not happy about it.