#tam.fic

[leonstamatis]

drunk on the month of june

“Wash your hands first,” Kragor says. “You shouldn’t cook with dirty hands.” “Cook?” Eugene startles. “I’m cooking?” It doesn’t sound as though he’s indignant or irritated; more that he’s surprised to be entrusted with something. “You’ll be helping. It’s quicker that way.”

(eugene makes his way back to the lost orc. he and kragor have a chat and make some macaroni.)

[leonstamatis]

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

The first time Robin comes home with bloodied knuckles, Maud is much younger. Not so young that she forgets it, or that anyone makes any particular effort to hide it from her – but young enough that she doesn’t quite understand it.

Young enough that, when Robin pats her on the head with his bandaged palm and says, “Don’t worry, Maudie, it’s all right,” she listens to him with a starry-eyed obedience. He’s older and wiser, and their mother and father don’t seem worried about the red seeping through the gauze wrapped around his fingers, so Maud takes it in stride.

(on siblings and such. written for masculinepeacock for fic in a box!)

[leonstamatis]

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

“How are you feeling?” Eddie asks. “Like hell.” “Makes sense.” “But,” and even if he can’t see it, Eddie can hear the self-effacing smile in Buck’s voice, “you should see the other guy. Crumbled like a house of cards.”

(Buck and Eddie are caught in a building collapse. Buck is injured, and Eddie is reckless. A gift for @waveridden)

[leonstamatis]

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

“I remember you, though,” Maya says. She grins, somewhat mischievous, into the rosy tea between her hands. “You have a way about you. Memorable.” Sofia rolls her eyes. “Believe me, I know. It’s given me plenty of trouble. If I’m honest, I envy the way you go about things. I wish I could blend in half as easily.” “It’s not such a bad thing, you know,” Maya offers. “Being memorable. It means I got to learn all about you, while you were busy ignoring Matti’s clumsy, awkward younger sister.”

(an arranged marriage, an affair, and two girls literally just trying not to mess things up. aka, mayanesh jay and sofia cooper fall in love.)

[leonstamatis]

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

Pearl registers a small ding of successful transfer - a happy, chipper sound that is completely at odds with the sudden pained noise Etho makes, like he’s been punched in the gut.

“You alright, mate?” Pearl asks.

She swipes the chat away to find him staring at her intensely, hands fisted at his sides. As she watches, he stretches his fingers out, pulls them back in.

“Pearl,” he hisses, “run.”

(what if giving hearts away was scary though. like what if. a gift for @waveridden )

[leonstamatis]

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

Welcome to Animal Life, also known as season six of Third Life. In this Minecraft SMP, eighteen YouTubers will do their best to be the best professional PvP Minecrafter, or something. By now, you know how it works. We’ve created a small map with limited resources, and we’ll be fighting to stay alive longer than anyone else. But there’s a twist. Instead of having our own hearts, our health will be tied to a randomly assigned Minecraft animal in the server with us. If your animal gets below half its lives, you’ll end up on yellow. But if it’s on its last life, you’ll turn red… and become hostile to other players. (kind of silly, entirely fun imaginary sixth season of the life smp)

[leonstamatis]

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

“Fair’s fair, I guess,” Nagomi offers. “It’s been a long time. For you, at least. I didn’t do a very good job keeping track of time.” The Styx doesn’t speak, per se. She’s never offered Nagomi the typical trappings of a relationship. But Nagomi had sat by her, once, and splashed water onto the sand to mark their union. She’d eaten sweet rice dumplings and the river had laughed and bubbled and toyed with her hair. Now it sits, largely silent, an inky black that reflects her own dark eyes back at her. “It’s probably unfair to say it was on purpose, but you—well, I just think you could have done something, if you wanted to,” Nagomi says.

(on hotel umbra and the end. a gift for @necromancer-mango as part of the winter blaseball exchange!)

[leonstamatis]

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

“I didn’t come running all this way for your condolences,” Adelaide huffs. “I would like something a little more substantial.”

Robert’s brow furrows. “Substantial…?”

“Sir Robert Blyth, I’d like to propose a marriage.”

If Adelaide could bottle up Robert’s surprise, she’s absolutely certain she could make a killing. Unfortunately, she’s no magician; the power of it all is reserved just for her, in this moment, and will live on only in her memory.

(In which Miss Morrissey settles her own affairs, seeing as no one else sees fit to leave things as they are.)