i hope you’re ready (for a firefight)

psikeval:

(or, a bit of ill-advised Losers AU)

“This is all we have,” Athos says yet again, like repetition is the key to acceptance.

“How nice,” Flea snaps back at him, rolling her eyes, fingers rending dusty electronics like a bird of prey ripping apart its dinner. “I still can’t do shit with it. Might as well hand me a blender and tell me to send out a signal with that. Do I look like a fucking magician to you?”

And all right, certain difficulties may have arisen, but it could all be much worse. In the aftermath of this latest attempt on their lives, there is surprisingly little chaos and not a single serious injury. Aramis is crouched against a large wooden crate, silent for once, cleaning invisible dirt from his rifle, and Porthos is watching him do it with a half-fascinated, half-pained expression. Par for the course for the two of them, really.

If a murderous Frenchman hadn’t blown up all their shit, it could almost be a good day.

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psikeval:

“Does it,” Steve starts, and stops himself just as quickly — he’s been holding back the stupid question for weeks, (was planning, in fact, to suppress it forever) so why would it pop out now — but he can see from the quick, crooked tilt of Bucky’s mouth that he’s not going to get away with it.

“Does it what.” Bucky doesn’t look up. He’s chopping vegetables at the counter, watching with idle interest as the knife in his hands does nothing but crunch through celery.

Steve crosses his arms and frowns down at the floor. “You know what.” 

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psikeval:

porthos remembers his mother.

he remembers, but lets people believe that he doesn’t—fending for myself since i was five years old can mean a lot of things, after all, and he lets them take the easiest. the clean break of loss, absolute separation, memories dulled and faded to the point of near-extinction.

it didn’t happen that way. it would hurt less if it had.

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posted 3 months ago with 71 notes via psikeval by psikeval

elenei:

someone write me this fic

posted 3 months ago with 7,870 notes via elenei by elenei
Anonymous: [VOMITS] SO WERE YOU PLANNING TO EVER WRITE ANY MUSKETEERS FIC? OR IF NOT PLANNING THEN MAYBE JUST THINKING ABOUT IT? BECAUSE I NEED IT I NEED SO MUCH IT HURTS I NEED TO JUST PLEASE DONT LET THE FEVER DIE

I… MAY BE NEGLECTING HALF A DOZEN WIPS AND WORKING ON A MUSKETEERS FIC RIGHT NOW… MAYBE………

i actually have already written a rly short fic here, but since that did absolutely nothing to break this fever it’s a pretty safe bet i’ll be writing more

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in the meantime here are some musketeers fic recs!!! godspeed

p.s. if this is because of the tags in my prev post someone already wrote that fic and it’s perfect(ly depressing) ENJOY

posted 4 months ago with 11 notes

augustbird:

STRAY

fandom: dragon age ii

pairing: fenris / male hawke

After Kirkwall, Fenris and Hawke visit Lothering.

Mass Effect fic - In a World Kept Small [f!Shepard/Vakarian]

canistakahari:

Title: In a World Kept Small
Author: canistakahari
Fandom: Mass Effect
Pairing: f!Commander Shepard/Garrus Vakarian
Words: 1,371
SummaryShepard can’t save everyone, but she’s damn well going to try.

augustbird:

THOSE LONG FREEDOM YEARS

fandom: dragon age ii

pairing: fenris / male hawke

This is the truth: Hawke has too much power over him and he’s scared of running from one master to the next.

And this is the sad, pathetic truth: Fenris is too broken to know how to be what Hawke deserves.

HAPPY YULETIDE~*

I’ve been unbelievably lucky this year and got FOUR (!!!) amazing fics for Yuletide! They are all INCREDIBLE and I can’t rec them enough. Please give them some love :D

Perfectly Fine (Nothing to Worry About)
Fandom: The Losers (2010)  
Relationships: Cougar/Jensen
Summary: In the aftermath of that Incident, no one on the team’s coping too well. Except Roque, who seems to be the only one holding things together. Jensen’s got a theory on that. He’d tell Cougar, but Cougar ain’t talking right now… and Jensen’s fine. Really. He’s… fine.

Take the Sun
Fandom: Orphan Black (TV)
Relationships: Cosima/Delphine
Summary: In another lifetime, falling in love with Delphine would be easy.

Echo Reply
Fandom: Almost Human
Relationships: Dorian/John
Summary: Dorian claims he hasn’t gone rogue, but what else could all these flowers mean? In which John is concerned, Dorian is exasperated, and there will be no more talk of feelings.

Light Sleeper
Fandom: Almost Human
Relationships: Dorian/John
Summary: Dorian watches John sleep.

Thank you again to my wonderful mystery authors! ♥

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posted 6 months ago with 4 notes

psikeval:

radiophile asked:

how about…. janeway/seven, handcuffed together? 8D

"Is this often the result of your attempts at… diplomacy?"

It was the pause, Kathryn thought, that made her blood pressure steadily rise. It was the inflection. It was something, and damned if she knew how someone who’d spent her life speaking in the monotone of the Borg had stumbled so easily onto irony, sarcasm and disdain.

Seven, it appeared, had a natural talent.

They were currently sitting on the floor of what the i’iAa (species 4388, of little interest) had called the ‘Chamber of the Judged.’ They were also bound together, each having one of their wrists in a wraparound biosynthetic linking device that resembled old Earth handcuffs. It also happened that Lieutenant Nicoletti and Crewman Evis, similarly bound, were out of sight in an identical chamber to their left. None of these things, shockingly, was a balm for Kathryn’s mood.

"Less often than you seem to be implying," she managed, only grumbling a little. "More often than I’d hope."

Seven merely quirked an eyebrow at her, but Kathryn ignored it.

"I just don’t understand which of their rules we broke," she went on instead. "We brought an all-female landing party, no tricorders, dressed like this," Kathryn waved a hand to indicate the long, light, robe-like dresses that had been replicated directly from a pattern the i’iAa provided to Voyager. "I hadn’t even gotten a chance to send my first report back to Chakotay, so I don’t see how— sorry," she said, lowering their joined wrists from where she’d just yanked Seven’s arm into the air. "I tend to talk with my hands."

"So I’ve noticed," said Seven, and despite her desert-dry tone Kathryn could have sworn she saw just a hint of amusement — warmth, even — lurking in her eyes. And if Kathryn looked away, averted her gaze to the obnoxiously beige chamber floor for a moment, well, it was really no one’s business.

"Any ideas, Seven?" she asked after only the slightest of pauses.

"Intimidation," Seven replied with no hesitation at all. "They are a petty, unsophisticated species, likely to bend under pressure. If Voyager presents an ultimatum to their leaders, the i’iAa are sure to surrender."

"Well, I appreciate the insight," Kathryn told her when she was sure she could speak without smiling. "But I admit, I was hoping for something that won’t drag us into yet another conflict."

"Perhaps groveling, then," Seven said, flatly unimpressed.

Kathryn threw up her hands and didn’t bother to apologize when Seven’s arm was jerked along.

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