We're a slow-burning tune: Sam, Aurelan, Jess, if no one's asked yet? Or the Tarsus IV WIP.
Thanks! Here's something I had quickly written for "we're a slow-burning tune: Sam, Aurelan, Jess" (the side-story to my f/f Kirk/Spock AU), roughly following up from this, so also a Tarsus IV fic in this section:
Three days after their lunch meeting, Sam was once again called away without explanation, his face going pale. Aurelan barely hesitated before grasping his wrist.
"Let me go with you," she blurted out. Then she let her hand drop and cleared her throat, glancing awkwardly away at their microscopes and PADDs on the lab table. "I mean, if you want. You don't have to hear whatever they're about to tell you by yourself."
"That's—that's very sweet of you," he said, and when she glanced up at him, he was still blinking. "Aurelan, you really don't have to—"
Her hand closed on the nearest PADD. "Do you want to be alone for this? I won't bother you if you really do, but if you don't..." His eyes searched her face as if she were the sample in the microscope, so Aurelan didn't bother hiding anything behind professional decorum, let herself meet his gaze with all the affection and concern she felt. "Sam, you don't have to do it by yourself. Or anything. We're friends."
Now his blinking eyes looked like he was about to cry, but he managed a slight smile and nod before turning to his bag. While he gathered his bits of paraphernalia in the bag, Aurelan carefully recorded their notes to a disc and turned off the equipment, sticking the bright purple disc in her pocket.
Sam already knew his way through the upper levels of the facility, though he'd only gone through them all once. But even in a dense forest, he never lost his way, much less a well-constructed Federation starbase. En route, he told her that his last meeting had been with Dr. Disii himself, the Andorian commodore who commanded the entire science base, and Disii had promised to tell him personally when they had any news. Sam wasn't wholly sure that the commodore would allow Aurelan into the conversation, honestly—Disii hadn't declared anything secret or outright forbidden Sam from mentioning Dr. Kirk's death, but Sam had gotten a very strong impression that Starfleet didn't want too much chatter until they'd figured out what was going on, and they didn't have a real outpost anywhere near Tarsus IV. Even good news, if somewhere there was any, would take a few days to percolate out.
It had been more than a few days now, almost two weeks.
"Oh, we'll think of something to tell Dr. Disii," Aurelan said, squeezing his arm. "I'm not going anywhere."
Sam smiled again, not quite as weakly, and straightened his soldiers as he led them towards Conference Room C, the two of them weaving through increasingly crowded halls. Aurelan hadn't seen so many operations uniforms all at once since the Academy—of course, they had engineers and other technical people here, but it was just a lot more red than she usually saw. Not gold, at least, but bumps still rose on her arms, every instinct on edge.
She kept her hand on Sam's arm as they evaded officers rushing past the conference room, her progress through the final hall slower than three full floors prior to it. Still, she did her best to scrutinize the rushing operations officers as surreptitiously as she could, taking in their headsets and hushed, urgent conversations in too many languages for the universal translator to handle. They glanced curiously at Sam and Aurelan on their way past, but no more, focusing on whatever they were saying, to whomever they were trying to contact, on their way to wherever they were going.
Communications, Aurelan thought. Not engineers and technicians. Odd.
She was used to analyzing data, precisely and efficiently, and all the data converged on a single clear trend.
All possible combinations of Audrey Horne, Dale Cooper and Laura Palmer.
Cooper/Audrey:
They were my favourite ship when I first watched the show and they still have a hold over me. I love how it starts as something with ulterior motives on both their parts - Audrey sees him as her ticket out of town, Cooper sees her as a potential source of information - and develops into something genuine. I also like that there's a lot of focus given to Audrey's perspective and what she wants from the relationship. I just think they're both weird in a way that compliments each other, despite the initial inappropriateness of it, and it's a shame that the fandom will kill you with hammers if you dare mention anything positive about it.
Audrey/Laura:
For two characters who never actually interact on screen they have a really intriguing dynamic - in each others lives, not friends, not enemies, both presenting an image that's very different to the actual reality, Audrey's relationship with Ben mirroring Laura's with Leland. Also Laura was worried that Donna wouldn't like her if she knew about her fantasies, well I think Audrey would love to hear about them.
Cooper/Laura:
Love their weird cosmic soulmates bond. Despite the fandom trying to push them as siblings, I don't see their relationship that way - they kiss twice for a start! There's something very gothic about the detective falling in love with the dead victim that appeals to my sensibilities.
Send me a ship and I'll give you my (brutally) honest opinion on it
Guess who just finished NtN (and The Unwanted Guest) and caught up with TLT...
And now I want more LOL, so I'd definitely welcome fic recommendations if you got them. Especially about Gideon and/or Harrow, I miss them terribly lol. But really, anything. Lyctors, Alecto, John, Ianthe, the BOE characters, plotty stuff, fun canon-divergent AUs, weird smut between any of these women. Anything as I join the wait for book 4 🙏
I DO!! I have a whole curated bookmark collection (currently 141 works) that you can sort through. There's a lot of Lyctors and a lot of Gideon/Harrow, and many absolute gems.
for stacked100 day even though we still have to wait some time to see them together... thoughts on Octavia and Diyoza?
Octavia and Diyoza are a huge highlight of the latter half of the series, imo.
One of my favorite tropes that The 100 pulled off rather well is the whole "enemies to friends" things. Octavia and Indra had a similar vibe, but Indra was so obviously a mentor and role model for Octavia.
What's really fun about Octavia and Diyoza is that they meet more or less as equals. Two cunning, cutthroat women leading dangerous, violent groups in a fight over limited resources.
The details of their leadership make it really compelling, too.
Octavia has almost ironclad control over Wonkru, and their loyalty to her is unmatched to just about any other leader in The 100's entire storyline. Obviously we watch that deteriorate as s5 goes on, but it can't be denied that that loyalty is what keeps Octavia in charge for as long as she is.
Diyoza, meanwhile, has a grip over the Eligius prisoners that is far more tenuous and is based on the fact that she led the rebellion on the prison ship. McCreary is battling nonstop to try to take that control away from her, whereas Octavia's enemies are all pretty much external.
And then they both lose it all. They end up on the floor of the Eligius ship together, one of my favorite moments. Even if "One garden, two serpents. Eden never stood a chance," is a little cheesy, it's kind of incredible to have one serpent say that to the other. A moment of camaraderie in all the destruction they just wrought.
Their dynamic in s6 is one of my favorites. Octavia has no hope for the future, feels betrayed and used, and doesn't see the point in being alive anymore. And Diyoza has been there too, and she helps her come back to herself. The way she talks Octavia down by pushing her to the edge - putting a gun to the younger woman's head when she couldn't fight back - only to be surprised and saddened by Octavia's willingness to be killed. Their entire storyline is so rewarding, and I'll admit I became a lot less interested in Octavia's s6 storyline after Diyoza disappears into the Anomaly.
And then in s7, they have their beautiful domestic bliss, raising Hope together. And we got to see how they related to each other in peace. I generally didn't ship them, but I did during this period. Honestly, they all might've been better off if they'd managed to stay on Skyring forever.
What they share with Hope there is really beautiful and sweet, and that makes Diyoza's death even harder, because they only got to live peacefully for a short time. But that's The 100 for you. S7 was disappointing in so many ways, but I think they handled Diyoza's sacrifice really well, and the story is more impactful if she dies.
I wouldn't have complained too much if she made it to the endless beach party though. She was a badass and I think she and Octavia would've made a good couple. And Hope could've been one of the few characters to make it through the series without being an orphan.
Overall - their dynamic is one of the few things I really enjoy about s6 and s7.
well. I'd like to hear more about brain damage in d minor and. obviously. silvermiranda revenge sex fic. obviously.
I just talked about brain damage in d minor in the last post so I'm just gonna skip straight to the silvermiranda revenge sex fic lmao
I simply think the most evil thing the writers of black sails ever did was decide that miranda should have ten years of absolutely atrocious sex and then die. she deserves better dick than the g-ddamn pastor.
originally this was going to be a scene in to cross running water, my massive vampire!flint au, but it made more sense as its own thing. it takes place shortly before the end of s1, after flint and miranda have their fight in 107. she's pissed at flint and wants to get back at him and correctly deduces that the most upsetting thing she could do to him would be to fuck his little thief. so she does! because I'm a feminist.
I've only written like 500 words of this fic—for a long time I was considering it "the fic I promised myself I would never write," because at that point I had never written smut before— so below the cut is literally the entirety of this fic as it currently exists:
James never comes when he and Miranda lie together. There’s no blame to be had for it, no resentment, no shame; it’s an understanding they’d come to long ago. He takes care of her, and then he takes care of himself. Most times she offers to finger him, and on occasion he accepts. He certainly enjoys it—she’d not offer if he didn’t—but still it isn’t quite what he needs to get there. Thomas always used to speak of the journey superseding the destination, when it came to sex: an orgasm is lovely, but it’s hardly the only thing that can be accomplished in the act. “They do call it ‘making love,’” he would say, “and love can be found at any point along the way, not merely at the climax.”
So James never comes. Miranda never expects he will.
But he did, recently. James came with three of Miranda’s fingers inside of him, his fist around his cock, a sibilant hiss on his lips.
She’d asked him, afterwards, what he had been thinking about, her curiosity piqued, but he’d simply gone silent. At first she took it to mean that he’d been thinking of Thomas, and that the matter was too tender to withstand her lighthearted teasing, or perhaps that he’d sought to spare her the grief of giving voice to the empty space where once had stood the pillar that kept them stable. And yet it gnawed at her, benignly—Miranda knows the difference between James’ grief and his shame. The two are so entwined that most people cannot discern them, cannot see them at all behind the illusory rage crafted by their combined silhouette, but Miranda knows the difference. She likely knows it better than he does, himself.
She would have been content to keep the theory to herself, to hold onto it until such a time as it could withstand some teasing, until it could draw a flush onto his freckled cheeks rather than venom onto his tongue. She would have held it like a precious thing, a thing to be kept warm and safe until he were ready to care for it himself. She would have sheltered it.
And then James read her fucking letter. And then he besmirched and derided her, condemned her for the crime of wanting anything beyond this vapid, stagnant life. She deserves better than to have sat here for ten years going putrid in the Caribbean heat, and she deserves better than to sit here for ten more, and he had the gall to paint her villainous for it. So this suspicion of hers that the small writhing s trying so valiantly to force its way out through his gritted teeth may have been the aborted beginnings of a name, this suspicion which she had intended to cradle gently in her palms… well, now she intends to grip it the way he would the hilt of a sword: white-knuckled and deliberate. She would have had fun good-naturedly needling him with it. Now she is going to have a very different sort of fun.
today was a stacked100 day soooo. tell me about your favourite antagonists in The 100? 👀
Lau!! Thanks for the ask ^^
I think my favorite antagonists might be the mountain men!
First of all the buildup to them?? The very scarce mentions of them in season 1 (especially when Lincoln warns Octavia about them omgggg). Absolutely did not see the reveal at the end of season 1 coming. When I tell you I was surprised, when that red gas appeared on screen and Anya said "mountain men" MY JAW WAS ON THE FLOOR!!!
So first of all kudos for the coolest antagonist reveal of the entire show imo
And I don't know. There's something tragic in the whole of season 2 with the mountain men. What they're doing is evil, but it's also rooted in the need to survive, which makes them very human. Over the season there are some truly evil characters but you also see people who accept what they have to do for their survival, and it's upsetting but also interesting. I wish we'd have gotten to see more of the mountain men and how they came to where they are when we see them.
