#oscars au

[roguepaladin]

Presenting the award for Best Extraterrestrial Language Film.

An Oscar’s AU

Inspired by Javier Bardem about to risk it all for Angela Basset. Delivering a Speech in Spanish Japanese against Trump Zarkon, with the Queen of Wakanda Altea

Bonus Re-draw

Inspiration under cut

[sonnycarisiaus]

Sonny Carisi AU aesthetics (9/?)

Oscar-Winning Actor AU (requested by @mforpaul)

[hamilficsfordays]

A Forced Perspective (Lin/Reader)

Prompt: @hamwriters Write-A-Thon Day 5! Time to get inside your favorite character/actor’s mind. How do they act, what do they feel? It’s time to figure that out. A fic written from their pov can change how you see them and unleash a whole new way of writing!

Author’s Note: White terrorism is a real and prevalent issue. I don’t know what my weird fascination is with tragedies like this, but when the idea comes to mind, I have to write it down.

Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda/Reader

Summary: From Lin’s Perspective: It’s Lin’s first time at the Academy Awards, and it’s a dream come true. Before he can even get in the door, though, he runs into an ex-girlfriend. After a critical situation, he and his ex are forced to face a new perspective

Rating: M

Warnings: White terrorism, gun violence, background character death

Words: 2753

Askbox / Masterlist / What I Write / This Week’s Works

I had to take a few deep breaths to calm my nerves as I stepped out of the limo. There were hundreds of people packed tightly into the space, all dressed formally for the event.

I gave my dad and my sister Luz a hug before taking my mother’s hand and following my publicist into the frenzy.

There had to be at least two hundred photographers all screaming at us, begging us to look one way or another. I had been through moments like this before at other award shows, but this was by far the largest scale. I stood tall and smiled bright. I started to worry about my mom, as this was her first time on the red carpet, but every time I looked over at her she never faltered; smiling as bright as ever.

I think in that moment I was more proud of her than she was of me.

My publicist led us over to do interviews with several different networks, all of them asking the same questions.

When it was over, we were finally ready to head inside. I took a selfie with my mom, posting it to twitter before heading towards the door.

As I stepped in, a woman beside me in a white dress that shined bright against her dark skin tone bumped into me when we both reached for the door.

“Sorry.” we both said at the same time. When I heard the voice I looked at her, I immediately recognized her as my ex-girlfriend, Y/N.

“Lin…” she smiled, clearly thrown off from running into me. “It’s so nice to see you.”

“You too.” I smiled back. I knew she was nominated tonight for best actress, just like she probably knew I had been nominated for best original song. Still, with so many people there, I didn’t expect to run into her so quickly.

She appeared to be there alone, only her publicist at her side.

My mom recognized her as well, hugging her.

“It’ so good to see you, Y/N. You look beautiful.”

“Thank you, Luz, so do you.”

There was an awkward pause. I couldn’t think of anything to say to her and she appeared to feel the same way.

“Well good luck tonight.” she finally said. “I hope you win.”

“You too.” I managed, letting her enter before me.

I gave my mom a knowing look once Y/N was gone.

“You two were so perfect together, I still can’t believe she broke up with you.”

I sighed, thinking the same thing. “I guess some things were more important to her.”

With that, I opened the door for my mom and let her walk in first, following close behind. It was best not to dwell.

It was my first time at the Academy Awards, so I knew going in that I’d be an underdog and I certainly wasn’t expecting to win—I was already so honored to be nominated.

When they announced my category, though, I could still feel my hands shaking. There was always that possibility.

When they said my name, I didn’t even have to pretend to be genuinely shocked. The crowd erupted with applause as I stood up, hugging my mother and kissing her on the cheeks, then rushing to hug my dad across the aisle before heading onto the stage.

The presenters handed me my award and I could feel my emotions rushing to the surface.

I had to hold back my tears as I started speaking, thanking my family, my amazing co-writers on the production, and shedding some lights on the ACLU and the work they were doing for human rights all over the country.

I thanked everyone once again and headed backstage to the press room.

My publicist lead the room, allowing a certain amount of questions one at a time. I answered them with pride; humbled, honored to receive such an award.

I made it back to my seat in time for Best Actress, which Y/N was nominated for.

Despite our harsh break-up, I still wanted her to win. I knew how much the award meant to her and I wanted her to be happy. Being one of the few black women to win such a prestigious award would mean so much not only to her but to young women of color everywhere.

They announced her name, the crowd erupting with applause once again as she stood up on the other end of the theatre and headed to the stage.

“Oh, good for her.” I heard my mom say.

She was also crying as she started her speech, desperately trying to compose herself and say thank you to everyone to helped her get there.

She headed backstage to the press room, and they moved on to announce best actor, best director, and best picture.

When the award show concluded, my family and I relocated to the Governor’s Ball. I knew Y/N would be there, so I made plans to congratulate her at some point.

After dinner, I headed into the trophy engraving room with my award.

To my surprise, Y/N was already in there, waiting for her own award. I only saw her back, her gorgeous black curls tied back into an updo.

“Congratulations,” I started, approaching her from behind. She smiled when she turned to see me.

“And to you. You really deserved it.”

“So did you.” I handed my award off to the engraver behind the counter who was still working on Y/N’s award. A waiter approached us, offering us each a glass of champagne. It was a rare brand, some special drink they only served to winners inside the room.

I took a glass and she took her own. We toasted to our success and took a sip.

“So,” she started. “If I know you, you brought all of your immediate family. I didn’t see them, but I’m sure your dad and sister are out there somewhere.”

I chuckled. Even when we weren’t together, she still seemed to know me so well.

“You’re right. They’re out there. Probably taking selfies with anyone who will let them.”

We both laughed at the thought.

“So how have you been?” I finally asked. “I mean since I last saw you. Did you come here alone?”

She nodded slowly, looking down at her glass. I could tell based on her reaction that I’d hit a sensitive subject.

“Things aren’t great in my family right now… so I decided to come alone. More of the same drama, you know the story.”

I nodded slowly. “It’s too bad, I know how much this award meant to you. It’s hard not to have someone to share it with.”

“I have you, don’t I?” she finally said.

I could feel my heart beating fast, a smile forming at her words.

“You absolutely have me.” I agreed, placing my hand on top of her own that was resting on the bar for added effect.

There was a loud noise coming from the other room followed by the screams of several people. More loud noises, and more screams.

“What is that?” She moved toward the door cautiously, attempting to peek out.

“Fireworks?” I suggested as the noise was certainly loud enough.

Three people ran into the room, huddling in the corner.

“I don’t think those are fireworks Lin, I think those are—” her words cut off at the sound of more loud noises.

A security guard ran in, his black suit now stained with blood.

“Gunshots.”

I could feel my heartbeat in my ears. The wave of terror that washed over Y/N’s face was sudden but certainly valid.

“Someone is shooting a gun out there.” The security guard closed the door to the room, locking it so that no one else could get inside. He stayed by the door, turning to face everyone in the room.

“We need to stay in here until it’s safe.”

My family came to mind then, still out there in the main room.

I ran up to the door, attempting to get past him. He wouldn’t allow me.

“Are you crazy?” he demanded.

“My family is out there!” I insisted.

“Do you want to die with them?” he shot back.

“Lin,” Y/N tried to pull me away from the door. “We need to stay safe. I’m sure your family found their way out safely. You can’t go out there, you’ll die.“

There were more gunshots, even louder than the ones before. The gunman was approaching the room.

“Everyone hide!” the security guard insisted. “You two, get under the bar!”

I grabbed Y/N’s hand, pulling her around to the underside of the bar. We sat beside each other. She was shaking; I could tell she was terrified. In an attempt to calm her nerves, I wrapped my arms around her.

This seemed to help. I kissed her temple softly, which she seemed to be okay with as well.

Y/N started crying, frantic. I covered her mouth with my hand, knowing her sobs could potentially give away our location. I did everything I could to try and calm her down; shushing softly in her ear, whispering that it’s going to be okay.

Y/N pushed my hand away suddenly. “I’m so sorry I broke up with you,” she whispered.

Her words caught me by surprise. Much as I wanted to respond, to tell her that I wish we’d never broken up and that I still had feelings for her,  I knew doing so would be a bad idea. I tried shushing her again, but she continued.

“I still love you. I’m so sorry, Lin.”

This time, I covered her mouth again. I hoped a kiss on her cheek would acknowledge that I heard what she was saying and agreed, but I wasn’t sure. I tried it anyway.

There was a sound of a struggle for a moment before the door burst open. From the angle we were at we couldn’t see, only hear. Another shot, and someone groaning in pain.

For a moment we caught a glimpse of the gunman from underneath the bar. A white guy, not dressed for the occasion, clearly coming in from the outside. He searched the room looking for someone but didn’t see us.

Still, we were both shaking, terrified as he continued to pace the room. He must’ve found the three people that ran in and hid in the corner because three more gunshots rang out.

He left then, searching for more people outside.

Y/N put her arms over mine, holding my hands against her heart with my arms still wrapped around her. She was still short of breath but seemed thankful to have me with her.

We weren’t sure what was going on outside, if the gunman was nearby or not, nor did we have any way of finding out. We waited, arms around each other, hidden under the bar, silent for two hours.

Finally, there was a voice of someone calling out, a police officer asking if anyone was alive.

I looked at Y/N, who glanced back at me.

I stepped out from under the bar, hands up, to identify myself as a survivor.

In the room, there was an array of dead bodies near the door. I tried to look up and make eye contact with the approaching person; doing so was better than looking down at the horrific sight.

The cop approached me and asked if anyone else was with me.

Y/N stood up beside me then.

“Is that it?” the cop asked, receiving a nod from both of us.

He used his radio to contact someone, who told him to bring us outside.

Y/N took my hand before we went anywhere, squeezing tight. I squeezed back.

We headed out through the main room. What was once a grand formal event full of people had now become completely empty. Tables flipped over, flowers destroyed, and an array of bodies covered up by sheets. I forced myself to look straight ahead and hoped Y/N was doing the same.

Seeing the bodies made me think of my family, who at the moment was nowhere to be found. Once we were outside, I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone. It had died. I cursed at myself for using it so much before the show.

The police officer who lead us outside brought us both to an ambulance where a paramedic was waiting to give us medical care.

They checked our vitals, but ultimately decided allowed us to go as neither of us had been shot.

While they searched for other survivors, Y/N and I sat out on the curb together.

“Can I ask you something?” I started, arguably more nervous then than I was when I had first arrived.

Y/N nodded, looking up at me.

“Why did you say that you were sorry for breaking up with me?”

Y/N seemed weary, hesitant to speak. I offered my hand to her. She took it, and seemed more confident after the fact.

“Honestly I… I was so stupid. My manager pressured me into breaking up with you. He said dating a nobody wouldn’t help my career.”

I chuckled.

“Clearly he couldn’t see the future,” she added. “Still, I believed his bullshit. I put my career before you, and all it did was cause me to lose you. Which was pointless considering how successful you ended up anyway. It’s the biggest regret I’ve ever had.”

It wasn’t easy to hear the truth, but I understood why she did what she did. I couldn’t blame her—even I didn’t know that my success would reach this point.

“So you made a mistake,” I concluded, squeezing her hand. “That was then. What about now?”

“Now that things have been put into perspective, I’d really love another chance.”

I moved her hand up to my face, kissing it softly.

“So would I.”

Another officer approached, having found our awards inside the trophy engraving room. He was seeking to return them and had apparently used a recording of the show for reference.

While Y/N’s was completely engraved, mine was only half finished. It had “Lin-Man” listed over “Best Original Song.”

“I sure am glad they managed to get my name right.” I showed her the half-engraved trophy. She giggled in response before glancing at her own.

“You know, I gave you up for this award, but this was not worth watching so many people die at the hands of a white terrorist.”

“I agree.”

It was quiet for a moment. Y/N’s hand was still in mine. It felt nice.

“Lin!”

I looked up to find my family approaching, all three of them unharmed. I got up, running to hug all of them at once.

“Oh my god, I’m so glad you guys are all okay! I was so worried—”

“We tried calling you!” his mother pointed out. “We couldn’t get a hold of you.”

“My phone died!”

My parents noticed Y/N still sitting on the curb and went over to hug her as well.

“Y/N, we’re so glad to see that you’re safe.”

“She was with me the whole time.” I pointed out. “I’m not sure I would’ve made it through all that without her.”

They were incredibly grateful to hear that. My sister insisted we all go back to the hotel, which sounded amazing considering everything that we’d been through that night.

As my family headed back toward the main road to wait for a cab, I saw Y/N still waiting behind.

“Hey,” I offered my hand to her again. “You should come with us.”

“Oh no, it’s fine. I’ll head back to my hotel as soon as I find my publicist.”

“Y/N, come with us. You shouldn’t be alone right now. No one should.”

She hesitated for a moment, but eventually took my hand and headed back to the hotel with us.

That night, she fell asleep beside me. Among all the horrendous, dark things that had happened that evening, she was the one shining beacon of hope.

[wolfir-shard]

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

@garbage-dono told you I would do it

Hey look its my gay Klapollo fanfiction its like 3,000 words I’m proud of it :D

[jokesonus]

Sorry to bother - I was just rereading "This Is How It Feels To Take Off" for the millionth time, and in the little epilogue there is a mention that Zayn and Perrie have a baby! I was just wondering if you have any headcannons you might be willing to share about how Zayn told the boys their little found family was gonna have a new member? And did Louis have any feeeelings about seeing Liam cuddling a little person? I was just wondering! YOU ALL ROCK!!

OH MAN i'm sure we've talked about. i think it was like some terribly hilarious things we joked around about like a mass text message of "perrie peed on a stick and i'm going to be dad" something terrible like that. that requires louis to make ABOUT A MILLION PHONE CALLS. CALL PERRIE UP ABOUT A DOCTOR'S APPOINTMENT and perrie all "you know you don't manage me?" louis is like I'M A FULL FAMILY SERVICE. while liam is rubbing soothing circles into zayn's back telling him he's going to be a great dad. while and harry and niall argue over godfather. (it's louis, duh. like he was going to let those two other knobhead takes his rightful position.)

i thin louis is TOTALLY PERFECTLY COOL WITH LIAM CUDDLING A LITTLE BABY PERSON. TOTALLY COOL.

TOTALLY.COOL. HE'S CHILL. HE'S MELLOW. 

HE'S NOT PLANNING TO STEAL THIS CHILD. OR POSSIBLY IF HIS MUM IS WILLING TO PART WITH ONE OF THE TWINS BC THAT WOULD BE WEIRD.

liam is actually worse tho. he's like LOUIS I WANT ONE.

louis is like i want twenty. WAIT, WHAT, I MEAN WE STILL HAVE TIME BEFORE WE THINK ABOUT KIDS. TONS OF TIME. BUT LIKE THREE WOULD BE NICE. maybe four. NOT THAT I'VE THOUGHT ABOUT IT.

liam is all #same 

[jokesonus]

Sooo, Oscars au! Ever since i read the prequel i've been thinking about: did you think the whole soundtrack of 'the parry'? Bc one of my fave songs (all these things that i've done) was part of it and i want to know the rest of itt!!! (And if you thought abt a soundtrack/playlist for both, the prequel and the oscars au) thaaank you and keep writing always and forever!!!

lol quick answer: yes.

all our (longer) fics have had a soundtrack playlist specific to each but we’re just such lazy bellies that we never put them up. and even some our shorter fics have like mini eps. (aka one-three songs we have listened to while writings, esp for me.) but yes the longer fics have had their own soundtrack. within oscars au each movie didn’t have it’s own soundtrack but there were songs that we did think about for each movie to have? i hope that makes sense. (also fun fact for oscars au a good chunk of the songs for it where like pre-2011/2010 bc we mentally wanted “in universe adjacent” since oscars man spans specific years)

[jokesonus]

Will there be a chance for at least Actors!au proposal drabble. Will this be annoying to write?

sorry i've left this in the askbox with the other 14 messages WHOOPS but i've just been-- well honestly no excuse, just super lazy about asks and i forgot about the ones i've had pending for ages. sorry again!

but this....

well, we never like to say never, but... at the moment we don't really have it planned out. it's not quite a concrete scene in my mind (maybe in k's) only that it just happened in some random small city on location for "city". in a way i kinda like it doesn't exists, it lets anyone come up with their own scenario -- and keeps us lazy -- but also it makes it feel (to me) extra private for the story. 

i will give you:

He doesn't get Louis a ring, and Louis doesn't get him one either. Not when it happens, not right away. They'll get proper rings back home when shooting is over and Louis stops having to buy sunscreen in bulk because of all the outdoor shooting. So, they don't get rings. Ben and their small film crew throw them a small party with some of the locals. The wine is local, the food is local, the music is local. Everything completely unfamiliar and new, like this whole experience has been, except for the feel of Louis pressed against his side the whole time, pulling his faces down for sloppy kisses.

They can't party long, they have to film tomorrow and he and Louis picked possibly the worst time to get engaged, so the celebration ends at the very Hollywood time of 9pm BTT.

Liam falls asleep with Louis in the trailer, pressed up next to each other naked and warm and he wakes up alone to a luke warm cup of coffee. When he steps outside he runs into Louis by the craft services table. He's talking to Namek and grins wide when Liam comes up to him, sliding his arm around his waist. 

"Morning," Liam says.

Louis kisses him and nod to Namek. "We're getting tattoos later."

Liam nods, not really following, downing his tea. "Wicked." He runs his hand across Louis's back. He wants to nuzzle him and pull him back to bed, but he can already hear Ben shouting they start filming in twenty. 

"Wicked, have fun."

Louis laughs, Namek grins. Namek has been Louis's unofficial assistant on the shoot as they travel. He knows most of the languages the places they're filming in, but more importantly he's got the Louis approved skill of making impossible things happen. 

"Not me, Liam," he says, amused. Liam blinks. Louis grins up at him.

Oh.

"Really, Lou?"

"We didn't get rings."

Oh. 

"Ah."

"Namek knows a woman who does them near by. You're paying her a horrible amount of money."

Liam laughs.

Well, in that case.

The tattoos aren't big enough that Ben causes a fuss over them and continuity. Just thin dark bands around their fingers. They'll last a long longer than anything they buy.

[jokesonus]

Hello! I don't mean to be a bother, I just have a question about your Actor!AU. I just reread it for the 10th time, and you mentioned that Liam and Louis' wedding is a spontaneous thing. I was just wondering if Harry was there? Or did he find out after?

not a bother at all! there’s a lot in that story/verse that happens we don’t See. as for the wedding, nope, harry was not there. it happened on location and truly 200% spontaneous, he got a hastily sent photo via text message of them in their Something Blue shirts, liam kissing louis’s cheek, while louis was giving him the finger with his ring finger, which had a brand new ring (that they bought in some random market). harry promptly dropped his phone. (later, they got really fancy rich people rings but they wear both.) this was sent by hope and prayer and shitty cell reception literally about 5 mins after they said i do. (it was a long kiss)

harry, has not as of yet, forgiven them for this CRUEL THING. he was supposed to be DUAL BEST MAN/OFFICIATOR. every single wedding anniversary he lets them know this. 

to slightly appease him they let him throw the most Harry Styles TM stag night/reception bash where he makes them redo the whole ceremony with him as dual best man/officiator. and has them exchange the super fancy rich ppl rings.