Jan 30, 2017
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“Real spies do not do this,” Illya says. He squints judgmentally at Napoleon.
(for @cryptmirror, whose $10 donation to the ACLU I’ll match! #resist)
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“Real spies do not do this,” Illya says. He squints judgmentally at Napoleon.
(for @cryptmirror, whose $10 donation to the ACLU I’ll match! #resist)
new year; new love
rating: g category: m/m characters: genji shimada / zenyatta tekartha content: fluff? word count: 2935
There are things that you do for New Year's, and then there's the things you didn't think you'd do for New Year's.
for Promptwatch Week 1 - Traditions
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a fic??? by me??? who would have thought this is the first thing i’ve written in a few years so uh keep that in mind
win one, lose all.
rating: t category: m/m characters: jack morrison / gabriel reyes ;; soldier: 76 / reaper content: fluff and angst?? just prepare yourself word count: 4137
Not everything has to be a game. To those two, though, it always was.
for Promptwatch Week 1 - Traditions
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a (very late) second contribution to the first week of promptwatch!!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“The last time I was on Jackson’s Whole,” Miles says, louder, “I saw a factory that produced lava lamps. Just… thousands of lava lamps. And I’m wondering why. It haunts me, Ivan.”
“You haunt me,” Ivan mutters, not quite inaudible.
“Can we pretend I didn’t just say that?" with rexobi. Pretty please? :D
“Oh dear,” Obi-wan says. His hand drifts to hover over his lightsaber. “I’m sure no offense was meant, Oh Great Sun-Rises-Over-Mountains-Already-Lit-With-The-Fire-Of-Ten-Thousand-Torches.”
“Can we just pretend I didn’t just say that?” Rex agrees through the hand he’s clapped over his face. Kriff. At least it’s just him and the General -- the rest of the squad would never let him live it down if they were here.
Sun-Rises-Over-Mountains-Already-Lit-With-The-Fire-Of-Ten-Thousand-Torches draws itself up threateningly, suckers contracting and expanding with ominous squelching noises. “Gloob bah,” it burbles. Rex takes this to mean something along the lines of ‘no, you have grievously insulted me and my entire clan for the last forty three generations.’
“I’m very sorry,” Rex tries. Hell, he wasn’t bred for this.
“He is,” Obi-Wan agrees. At least somebody has his back. “How may we apologize to show our sincerity?”
The chief burbles again, a longer and more complicated sound. Obi-Wan nods along and strokes his beard, letting out the occasional ‘hm’ and ‘ah, of course.’
“What do we have to do?” Rex hisses after they’re done.
“”Nothing serious,” Obi-Wan murmurs back. “Although really, it’s what you have to do, my dear.”
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Rex destroys every holo he can find of him dressed up in seashells and kelp -- and nothing else.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“How do you feel,” Magnus kisses him again in the middle of his sentence, like he just can’t help it when their lips brush with every word, “about hickeys?”
HI GUYS, it’s 1 am on a weeknight and i have work tomorrow, so of course i’m putting up a fic about hickeys!!!! what is my life.
faciens fluctus, 7 & 9
7:Where did the title come from?
A PUN, because I am Captain Nerd of the pirate ship Nerd. According to google, ‘faciens fluctus’ means ‘making waves’ in Latin. And. It’s a fic about pirates, soooo.
9:Were there any alternate versions of this fic?
Hahahaha yeaaaaaaaaah. I think the concept for it started due to one of Harvey Smith’s tweets, or maybe after I read the Dunwall Archives concept/artboook and it mentioned that Karnaca was a pirate den? I don’t remember, exactly. But anyway, at that point in time both I and @teaguernartin were super obssessed with playing Dishonored (teaguer had played it like six times in around three weeks, lol) and I was constantly screaming about Daud retiring. Anyway, teaguer and I chatted a bunch and I slowly hammered out an actual plot for the fic (it.. is actually fully plotted, which almost never happens, I just need to.. you know.. actually sit down and finish writing it WHOOPS). Along the way we iterated through like 4 different ideas. Here’s a sample of what it was like:
A THOUGHT:
obi wan sleeping in just his tunic b/c he was too tired to do more than take off his boots and (muddy, ruined) pants before he fell into bed
and then AN EMERGENCY and he just shoves his feet into his boots and runs out ready to fight
and everybody is like... general
general you.. don't have any pants on
and the tabard is the only thing keeping his modesty intact
cue rex & cody (& even anakin maybe) kind of... brain imploding
rex and cody have to fight down simultaneous HILARITY and INCREDIBLE LUST
anakin is like 'i am never letting u live this down, master'
obi-wan looks down at himself, the rumpled top, the boots, his human legs covered in light brown hair, and sighs
'what's the emergency,' he reminds them, patiently
(just hanging out. in. in all senses of the word.)
(rex can't answer -- he's paralyzed looking at the shadow between the two ends of the tabards that fall underneath obi-wants belt. he doesn't even want to see obi-wan naked this way, why can't he just move his eyes??)
's-seperatist ship sighted sir,' cody reports, faintly. he can't look away from obi-wan's bare knees above his boots.
'then i have time to change,' obi-wan says. he turns away and rex and cody choke. the quickest peek of the curve of obi-wan's bottom appears and disappears as he walks
'i feel like i should be traumatized,' anakin says, looking between the two clones
'I AM TRAUMATIZED,' ahsoka says from the corner, where she has a hand covering her eyes. 'i can't believe i just saw master kenobi without his pants on.'