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ricardian-werewolf · 2 months

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Fanfic Masterlist:

(Cover is of Gassed, by John Singer Sargent. Held in the custody of IWM London). (cover made using Canva). Abstract: Set in an alternate timeline of the Grishaverse where the country of Ravka very closely resembles the Western Front of the Great War, this is a fic that sets out to explore an idea: What if First Army developed their own order of Saints, and how this affects the war effort. Part reflection on Religion, War, femininity, and social propaganda movements, part war-story Straight from the early 20th century a la the writings of Will R Bird. All angst. Characters: Nikolai Lantsov, Dominik Vertov, Olga Kylov (oc), Will R Bird, Alina Starkov, and others! Pairings: Nikolai x OC. Rating: Mature CW/TWs: War, mentions of extreme violence, universe typical prejudices, heavy discussions of religion. Later chapters go into period typical sexism of the late Victorian period, and share cases similar to that of the Red Army's female soldiers of ww2. Masterlist: (updated with new chapters) 1. Over There

Rating: Mature Cw/Tws: heavy discussions of mental health, prices of religious trauma and sainthood. Lots of mentions of attempted assassinations by Vasily. Sexual assault mentions, smut in later chapters, graphic depictions of violence, but canon. merzost being used anti-canonically.

Ao3 Link: Masterlist: (Updated with new chapters).

Stars 'round his wrists.

When I am King, you will be first against the wall.

Take My hand, I'll drown you with me.

But your profile could not hide the fact you knew I was approaching your throne.

The world is lying fallow and you are apart from me.

Holy Water cannot help you now.

Still, I follow the Heartlines on your hand.

Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap.

The Cost of the Crown.

I am a world's forgotten boy.

Once More unto the Breach.

The Sun's turning Red.

Non-Grishverse FIC. **** Profunda Venae - Deep veins.

Chronicling a split off of English history during the weeks after Victoria’s coronation, this series explores the What-Ifs of the English Industrial revolution and the idea of vampires being representative of the ruling class. It also dives into the ideas of class revolution, Nuclear Winter, the usage of productive power to control the narrative, and more. It is also mainly a narrative of just how dangerous controlling the reins of who tells history can truly be.

Written during the hardest years of my life, this series was created to be a distraction from the mires and misery of Neurodivergency in a common-education experience.

Book 1 is set in a world much like our own with certain shifts. Book 2 is a world that starts out similar and quickly becomes quite different. Book 3 is a world that is far in the past and far in the future all at once.

Book 1: The Lineaments of Malefaction: [Finished]

Synopsis:

1838 - the house of Hanover and the United Kingdom are at last stable. Queen Victoria has taken to the throne with Lord M at her shoulder as her beloved Prime Minister. However, as always, those left in the shadows squabble and plot.

For what more of a travesty can there be than a sweet queen of 18, and a human one at that?

Wrongs must always be righted, regardless of who is in the way. Sometimes those means are more dastardly than anyone could imagine. As someone once said, family is not stronger than the blood that is spilt on the battlefield of power.

Chapter List, with dates of publication:

1. Pills and plans (2022-03-11)

2. Blood in the water (2022-03-12)

3. A murder of politicians (2022-03-13)

4. Ballrooms and bites (2022-03-13)

5. The Revenants of Pemberley (2022-03-17)

6. Lifting the veil (2022-03-17)

7. Burning down the castle (2022-03-28)

8. Shadows, the stars, and you. (2022-03-28)

9. Oh Noel (2022-04-02)

10. For the Queen (2022-04-02)

11. If we burn, you burn with us (2022-04-07)

12. recovery and revolution (2022-04-07)

13. Paint it black (2022-04-07)

14. A wedding and a honeymoon. (2022-04-07)

15. All that ends well (2022-04-07)

Book 2: The Evils of Darkness: [Finished]

Synopsis:

1848 - the house of Kingsbridge and England have enjoyed 8 years of relative peace and quiet. Victoria and Lord M are at last united in matrimony and state, and those who opposed their rule are defeated or interred. Yet, plans always abound to take down those some see as unpopular.

For vampires aren’t fit to rule humans. Even in a place like Great Britain, wrongs must be righted, and balance must be restored.

No matter the personal cost.

Chapter List:

1. A bad beginning (2022-04-18)

2. Hold tight London (2022-04-21)

3. The Threads of eternity. (2022-04-21)

4. The War Game (2022-05-06)

5. When the wind blows (2022-05-06)

6. The Day After (2022-05-18)

7. Protect and survive (2022-05-30)

8. Operation square leg (2022-06-06)

9. Do no harm (2022-06-25)

10. Nuclear winter (2022-07-22)

11. Babylon (2022-08-17) Book 3: Dum Pugnatur, Bellum Amittitur [ongoing]

Synopsis:

1865 - the thrones of Queen Victoria and King William are lost to the wastelands. The House of Kingsbridge is no more, and in its place, factions plot and squabble to rule the destroyed land once called England.

But that is easier said then done, for England herself is a place of ruin and starvation. For the nuclear winter that ripped the royal family apart has rolled its citizens back to the Middle Ages. But for those who have survived the hell of 1858, there is a new threat on the horizon that may blot out even 1848 - America has been at war with itself for going on 4 years, and there is whispers abounding that the Royal Family may be amongst the evacuees who fled on the steamship, the Kerberos.

All of these whispers and plans within plans make for a perfect firestorm to be set upon England's starving lower classes, for as someone once said: fealty is not stronger than the blood that is spilled on the battlefield of power.

Chapter list:

1. Now Is The Winter Of Our Discontent (2023-02-02)

2. Ravens feathers and Mozart (2023-08-11)

3. Paternoster Row (2023-09-25)

4. The Evil Genius of the Republican Party. (2023-10-09)

5. A Plea To Fate (2023-11-15)

6. Marian (2024-03-07)

Fear and Delight, or how I learned to stop worrying and wear gloves to hide my trauma.

Synopsis:

* Set During Season 2 of the Gilded Age - does not follow central plot by the beats*. Title taken from Dr Strangelove. ***** The Russell's Newport mansion could be called many things. The New York Times called it “Grandiose - a paragon of modern architecture.” The Post deemed it: “The newly-built mansion is a sign of the shifting tides of New Money upon our cities elite,”. More attention was paid to the ongoing Opera War waged by Bertha Russell and her arch nemesis, Caroline Astor. Astor had the boxes at the Academy of Music and dealt them out like generals awarding medals to soldiers who’d survived a conflict: rarely given and precious to only a few. Bertha Russell had set up the enemy camp with her Metropolitan Opera house (still undergoing building and desperately needing funds), and sought to gain some of the broken backs of the Academy’s patrons. The more soldiers - patrons - Mrs Russell could win over in advance of the Met’s opening, the better. ***** Robber Barons, The Crows, a Princess who is in America to settle an old Score, all for one very mediocre production of Faust.

Chapter list:

1. Washington Square (2024-01-12)

2. Old Money (2024-01-21)

Blood of the Immortals:

Synopsis:

Atlantic City, 1921. Prohibition has come in with a bang, and the bootleggers long to profit off of people’s desire for spirits. But some of their intentions and creations come with nasty consequences. Sometimes, liquor really can kill. And for Nucky Thompson, that’s a gamble he’s willing to take. Even if federal agents are snapping at his heels, and people are dying in the streets, Atlantic City, is after all, the world’s playground.

Chapter list:

1. Blood stained sheets (2021-07-14)

2. The ivory tower (2021-07-14)

3. The tin soldier (2021-07-24)

4. A Wolf, a man, and a plan (2021-08-10)

5. Every little thing she does is madness. (2021-09-14)

6. Leave before the sun comes up (2021-09-27)

7. Burning for you (2021-10-05)

8. Death Race (2021-10-14)

9. The darkest hour is before the dawn (2021-10-18)

10. Don’t turn your back (2021-10-18)

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fandomsbyladymelodrama · 7 days

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

I haven't been tagged in this one (yet) but I'm in a major procrastination mood this morning so answering tumblr questions is currently way more appealing than actual writing so let's do this XD

How many works do you have on AO3? 67 1/2 - the 1/2 is because I have a very little Obidala-ish thing which is currently sitting in my files waiting to be published when I find an extra minute (like right now, for instance, except that I'm doing a survey instead oops ;))

What's your total AO3 word count? Ummm...let's just say if I had a dollar for every word of fanfic I've ever written, my bank account would be very, very happy.

What fandoms do you write for? Mostly Game of Thrones. But my full fandoms list has 25 unique fandoms, some major, some minor, and some where the entire tag is owned by me.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Île Aux Ours, Jamais T'oublier, Sunrise on the Jade Sea, La Nuit Venait, The Heir of Riverrun which are all Jorleesi fics except for THOR, which I'm pleasantly surprised to find so high in the rankings (although to be fair there's Jorleesi in that one too :)). And just because I was curious, my top five excluding any Jorleesi content are: New World Symphony (Vicbourne - oh I loved them so, history be damned), Dreams and Dragonglass (Viserys x Alicent from HotD), A Girl, A Drowned Man (ahem, Jaime Lannister x Arya Stark - don't even ask XD), over time and tide and death leaping (Obidala4Ever <3), and Easily onward, thorough flowers and weed (Siegfried x Audrey from the new All Creatures Great & Small - S5 is our season friends, I can feel it)

Do you respond to comments? Yes, all of them (except for the obvious trolls). I heart my readers and have had such good times in the comment section <3 Speaking of which, I'm behind with replies again. Just know my inbox is glaring at me.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Ummm, that's a hard one because I usually reach for the fluff endings with both hands. But I suppose...right now it's got to be my Hunger Games fic, and she gained the willow tree. I mean, it's intensely angsty, even more so than the source material, and may remain that way forever (at least until I update it and fix what I broke lol)

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Almost all of my Jorleesi fics have unabashedly happy endings but I think Île Aux Ours edges out the others just because basically everyone (spoiler alert: except for Viserys, Rhaegar and the Night King) live! And all my ships survive! And House Mormont is flourishing! And the Seven Kingdoms are at peace for once! (at least until I write the sequel ;))

Do you get hate on fics? Only on the Game of Thrones fics, and relatively speaking, very, very rarely. It was slightly more common right at the end of Game of Thrones (people had feelings) but it's almost completely died off in recent years...which is a relief. Because trolls are easily ignored but they don't make anyone's day brighter.

Do you write smut? Again, rarely. But, ya know, sometimes things happen ;)

Do you write crossovers? Yes, but usually it's not what I would consider a true crossover. More me adapting one film/series to the setting/plot/characters of another. The only true crossover I've ever written is, I believe, this one: light goes the weather-wind and the feathered starling (where Tom Bombadil and Melisandre of Asshai meet up and make a trade - sometimes writing brains are weird)

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not to my knowledge?

Have you ever had a fic translated? Again, not that I know of? Although I had a reader request permission to translate a couple of my Jorleesi fics into Russian so that may have happened and I just never received a link from them.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Ohhhh, yesssssss. My forever partner-in-Jorleesi-crime is @salzrand <3 9 fics and counting :)

What's your all-time favorite ship? Based on my writing activity over the last 5-6 years, I think there's really only one correct answer here and it's the lobsters. A bear and his dragon-girl. A princess and her steadfast knight. They're perfect, they're dreamy. And forever inspiring. I cannot. But other than Jorleesi, I have to give top billing to Jane/Lisbon, Obi-Wan/Padme, Dickon/Mary, Jean Valjean/Fantine, Christy/Neil, Lexie/Mark because these are ships that have stayed with me for at least a decade or longer and are part of my DNA at this point.

What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Ugh. Don't talk to me about unfinished fics. They judge me with their Chapter 1/? eyes. They glare at me disapprovingly each time I log into AO3. And I know that there are a few that have been waiting on an update for a long, long time (and some of you have probably given up hope that I'll ever return to them), but never say never...at least until I'm dead XD

What are your writing strengths? I think I have a flair for writing scenery and believable multi-generational family dynamics. I also think I'm fairly good at fixing canon disappointments with some fun and unique twists (it's the soap opera training, I swear XD). I try to keep dialogue very natural, characterization at least partly canon-based and do a lot of research for my fics on time-period details, with mostly successful results...lol well, that's the hope anyway. And I think another strength that has made me successful in writing age-gap ships especially is that I can write character relationships in a way that might go beyond the whole attraction thing and touch on deeper connections (or something).

What are your writing weaknesses? Endings. Aren't they everyone's? Titles. And my pacing can be off sometimes. I think I get away with it in fic-writing for the most part but I have a few fics that aren't as "tight" as they could be. There are a few words/phrases that I rely on too much. And I'm sure I have a bunch of others that I'm unaware of.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I haven't done this much and I really don't venture outside French if I try it. I rely on friends who are native speakers to make sure I'm not saying anything off the wall.

First fandom you wrote for? Titanic 😍 I had to save Thomas Andrews. He looked so sad and despairing winding that clock at the end. I should have probably saved Leo too but let's just assume in my version, Kate scooched over let him share the door XD

Favorite fic you've written? Impossible to choose. I love them all. Okay, okay, Sunrise on the Jade Sea. But only because you're forcing me to answer <3

Tagging: @clarasimone @gettingovergreta @toas-tea @bridgr6 @crushermyheart @heatherfield <3 Or be like me and tag yourself ;)

#fic writing #tumblr survey #game of thrones #acgas 2020 #jorleesi #obidala #obi-wan x padme #siegfried x audrey #vicbourne #all my ships #i need to make a proper list at some point #tag games #procrastination #it's my middle name #okay actual writing time #but this was fun #<3

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ladydisdainblog · 2 months

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#vicbourne aesthetic #vicbourne fics #vicnourne #jenna coleman #rufus sewell #victoria itv #truly have not idea what kind of an au this is #prob smth like guy ritchie'a gentlemen or guys and dolls #i just felt nostalgic about this ship and went with pretty colors #Spotify

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gingerteaonthetardis · 11 months

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at first i was like 'why are all these fic writers going on and on about his eyelashes' but then i actually looked at his eyelashes. they are in fact so beautiful and long wow wow <3 big old cow eyed mf

#like. i take it back fic writers you guys are actually very correct #abbey.txt #vicbourne

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colemansdimple · 1 year

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Cold ground, warm heart

By colemansdimple

Billy and Candy were inseparable. He was her best friend since they were kids. Everyday, after she had finished her lessons, they would meet under the old oak tree and play all afternoon. They would swim in the lake and run in the woods. They would climb trees and play with the farm's animals. When they reached their adolescence, however, her father forbid her from doing it, claiming that it was for the sake of her pure soul. This didn't stop them from meeting in secret, walking together as he took the cows to feed or sitting under a tree as he looked after the sheep.

Because his family was very poor, he only got a present once a year, on his birthday. He always asked them for candy. It was the only time when he could feel like all the other boys in town. These fond short memories made him nickname his best friend Candy, because he could only have her all to himself for a little time.

“But what kind of candy am I?” she laughed at this, teasing him for an answer.

“Oh you look very much like those short roundish ones, wrapped around in pretty dress papers...” he smiled and winked at her, admiring her little dimple.

She then turned the basket of leaves she was gathering over his head, laughing out loud as he only pouted a little. He couldn't be mad at her when she smiled like that. Later that day, she remembered his words as she was dressing up for church, looking at herself the mirror, wondering if he really thought she looked like those candies. They saw eachother at church too, but under the eyes of her father they couldn't even exchange two words. Victoria's father, Henry Kensington, was the town's only preacher. Her mother passed away when she was born so she was guarded by him like the most precious treasure.

William, or Billy, was the youngest in a family of five. Himself, his brother James, his sister Emily, his mum, Liz, and dad, Peniston Lamb. They didn't own the land they lived and worked in. His older brother and father worked all day in that farm, and he knew that was going to be his fate too. His sister was the sweetest thing but couldn't find a good husband because nobody wanted a girl with nothing on her name. She ended up working in the town's pub, something that brought shame to their parents, but, to her, it was a way to gain some freedom for herself. Billy admired her more than he did with his brother. It felt like she was the only one in that family who could change fate. As he grew older, there was nothing he wanted more than to not be just a farm boy.

Specially when it concerned his friendship with Candy. If he had been born rich and didn't spend his days smelling like cows and sheep surely her pa would let them spend more time together. Meanwhile, Candy was going to a good school, she was very popular there and the other students loved to be around her. She was smart and well behaved, a perfect little lady. But that's not the real Candy, he thought, as he saw them chatting in the school yard, from across the river. Only he knew the real Candy. The one who used to enjoy mud games and climbing trees and running free with him in the woods like two wild animals.

In reality, however, Billy was denying the fact that she had grown up, she wore makeup now and pretty dresses, her hair was perfectly curly, and she definitely didn't have time for climbing trees all afternoon anymore. Still, she took a few minutes of her day for him, her best friend. She would climb down her window and ran until she would find him. Sometimes he would hide a bit from her, watching as she searched for him in all the places they used to go. He didn't know why he did that, but it made his heart beat faster when he finally showed himself and saw her smiling happily at him. Yes, he knew her better than anybody else.

When he reached 18, he began to notice little changes in their behaviour. She now got all red in the face if he stared at her for too long. And his heart raced in his chest everytime he saw one of the boys from her school approach her in church. If it weren't for her pa being there he would gladly introduce their faces to his fists. She was his Candy! His...best friend! It made him so jealous he took a few minutes longer to appear for her that day. He enjoyed seeing her search for him and only him.

Unbeknownst to Billy, Candy felt the same way. She got jealous too when she saw him chatting with his sister's friend in front of the local pub the other day. An older woman! All curves and smiles for her Billy! Yes, he was her Billy! Her...best friend! The more he grew the more handsome he got, with those beautiful green eyes and sharp cheekbones. She wondered what he thought of her now. Was she still short roundish candy from their childhood? Or could she become the best candy in the shop to his eyes?

Then, it came the war. Their country was in the middle of the conflict, so troops and canons passed by the town all day and night. Billy was excited. He saw it as an opportunity to escape his fate in the farm. If he became a soldier and a war hero, Candy's pa would definitely let them be together! When he told her that, however, she got very upset.

“Do you really want to go there? Do you really want to leave m...your home?”

“It wouldn't be too long...just until it passes...and when I return...”

“If you return!”

“Now c'mon Candy...these other soldiers got nothing on me...I've been working nonstop for years! I can run faster than all the older men here and I can lift twice my weight!”

Suddenly, she got up, all red face and tears and ran away, leaving him behind, confused. Did she really think he couldn't handle a couple of little soldiers? He was the local champion of arm wrestle for three years for god's sake!

She didn't come looking for him for two days after that. On the third day, he received an invitation for her birthday party. He was never invited before, but they celebrated it in their own way, blowing up twig candles in cakes made out of mud and decorated with little stones. His parents didn't want him to go, it would embarrass the family for sure if he mingled with rich people. But Billy insisted, he missed her so much that two days felt like two years. So his parents had to make do, borrowing a suit and bowtie for him. And he bought for her a little enamel pin in the shape of one of those black birds that were always flying above them in the woods. It costed him all the money he had been saving.

When he got there, Candy received him with a smile, took his arm in hers and began to introduce him to all the people in the room, much to her father's displeasure. Of course, they all knew him already, he had worked in their houses and farms making small repairs here and there. But being forced to acknowledge him as an equal, made them very uncomfortable. It didn't bother Candy one bit though. In truth, she wasn't rich like the rest of them.

Even this party was being held in the house of one of her classmates. But she was so pretty and kind and well mannered that she was accepted in all social circles around town. After she introduced Billy to her friends Harriet and Emma, she got very jealous of the way Emma looked at him. Damn that girl! She is only one year older than me, but likes to act all superior! She quickly took him away from Emma's sinful glances and they headed to the dance floor. He suddenly got very nervous because he never danced with anyone before, so he excused himself and left her standing there, to go breathe some fresh air in the balcony.

He watched from the outside of the house as she was approached by Albert Coburg, whose family's house was borrowed for her party. He gave her a small box and wished her a happy birthday. Everybody else was looking at them too. At least, Billy thought, it isn't a bigger gift than mine. But to his surprise, Victoria pulled out a huge hairpin, with a big diamond on it. Several people applauded them, including Albert's brother, Ernest, and their father Lord Leopold. Billy felt numb and turned around, not wanting to see her reaction. Now he understood why his mum and dad didn't want him there. He took the small box from his suit pocket, prepared to throw it away somewhere and leave as soon as possible.

“Is this for me?” Candy's sweet voice came from behind him.

He took a jump scare and almost let the box fall from his hands. The big diamond pin shining in her hair.

“No...no...this is nothing...I'm sorry Candy but I really must be going now...thank you for inviting me...”

She quickly turned to stand on his way, preventing him from leaving.

“You know... you're the only one that still calls me that...when I started school some people used to do it too...but now it's only you...”

“You don't like it?”

“I do...I do...it's just that...sometimes I wonder if this is the only way you see me...as that short roundish candy from the store...”

“Gesh...you remember that?” he said, blushing.

“Of course...” she smiled a little, blushing too.

After that he couldn't hear a single word she was saying, his vision was completely focused on her moving lips and her dimple, that appeared and disappeared from her cheek. Them, alone, in a dark corner of a balcony at night, made everything more secret, more intimate. He didn't think about what he was doing when he bent his head down and kissed her there, on her dimple. It was a quick sweet kiss but she immediately froze, becoming silent. He mumbled an apology, shoved the box in her hands, wished her a happy birthday and left, bumping into several people on his way out. Cursing himself all the way back home. It took a long time before she could fall sleep that night.

Next day, came the news that their country had sided in the war. Now, enemy troops might invade them. It happened faster than anyone would expect. They came without warning, attacking the small civilian town. Big black objects falling from the sky and hitting the houses. Cannonballs. He was looking after the sheep when he heard big noises and screams coming from the town. Only one thought reached his mind. Candy! He needed to go to her! He ran to her house and knocked, screaming her name. Nothing. There was nobody home. He began to panic.

He decided to look for her in the school, but the city was already a chaos. Buildings collapsing, smoke and fire, people bleeding everywhere. What could he do? The church was way too far but it was the only place he didn't look. Unless...no she can't be there! In his heart he knew where she was, when he got to the old oak tree where they used to meet he found her there, waiting. It seems she was looking for him too. She grabbed his hand and took him to her father's cellar. They got in and he barricated the door with some pieces of wood. She lit the only candle there was and they sat on the floor, cold earth all around them. It started to rain. They could hear the loud cannonballs and the screams. It felt like hell itself had opened its gates and demons crawled out to devour them.

He stared at the candlelight and thought of how stupid he was, thinking he could ever survive a battlefield. The only reason he was still alive now was because of Candy. His legs were trembling all over with fear. What a useless soldier he would be. If they managed to get inside there then what? They would hurt Candy and he would just stand there because he was too afraid to do anything! Coward! He didn't deserve her! He couldn't even hold her hand and comfort her! Then, he heard a sniff and turned to see her crying. When she noticed he was looking, she quickly rubbed her eyes to hide her tears. Oh Candy, how brave you are! Here I am, feeling sorry for myself, while you're trying so hard not to let me know you are scared! He thought.

He gave a shallow breath. Another cannonball hit close to them and he heard bottles shaking. He had an idea. He got up and took one of her father's wine bottles, opened and offered it to her.

“For the nerves.” he said, trying to steady his own breathing.

She took the bottle and had a long gulp. He was impressed at her. Not her first time then. She passed it to him and he drank from the same place she had just touched with her lips. He was so eager for it he almost choked on wine. It made her give a little smile, at least. She began to tell him about the speech her father was preparing. He knew how much she loved to hear her pa preaching the gospel. The way her eyes shone, it was truly a delightful view.

“He was preparing it for next sunday...I wonder if...if he'll get to show it to people...do you think...do you think he's alright? My dad?”

He didn't know. There was no way of knowing. He knew the town was in total chaos. And he only saw part of it while looking for her. But he couldn't tell her that, not right now.

“Do you remember that little spot behind the church, where we used to play hide and seek?”

She nodded.

“I bet all my money your pa is there right now...safe and sound...just like we are...and that big tree with a hole inside...do you remember? I bet my family is there too...they are just waiting for the soldiers to leave so they can come here and pick us up...I'm sure of it.”

She nodded. Yes, that seemed like a very good plan. They would stay there until their parents come for them! So they sat there waiting. Listening as the screams and cannonball noises were getting lower and lower. Their candle was at its end and soon it gave its last light, closing them in darkness. They didn't know how many hours they've been there. He felt the warmth of her body coming closer until she rested her head on his shoulder. It's been so long since they touched like this! He decided to lay down on the ground and brought her with him, placing her head now on his chest. With her body so close to his he could feel something else too, on her breast. Something pointy under lher blouse was touching him, hurting a little. He moved against it, trying to guess what it was.

“It's the present you gave me...the little bird pin... I've kept it safe with me...close to my heart.” she said.

Thank goodness for the darkness, he thought, or she would see he too was now crying. All that time he thought she wasn't wearing it. That she hated it. To distract himself he caressed her hair. He began to remember an old song his mum used to sing. Because he couldn't remember all of it, he needed to add a few bits.

"Soldiers they will come

And soldiers they will go

The war may lay the lot of us

In rows of granite stone

And if I join the cavalry

And perish far from home

A life as sweet as Candy I may never live to know”

Slowly, he began to feel her breath steadying, until she was peacefully asleep. He had done that! He had made her feel better! He wasn't totally useless! Soon, the only other noise he could hear was their own breathing. His heart filling the silence with its happy little b....

BAAAM!!!

4.200 people lived in their town. After that day...only 500 survived. There was no warning, no chance for them to get away. They never had an explanation as to why they were targeted. In the closest town, public workers now hanged up long lists by the hospital door, adding more and more names to it, as the bodies were being brought in, most of them already lifeless. Between those names, there are a few we can recognise.

Henry Kensington, shot in the church.

Albert Coburg, found dead by the river.

Ernest Coburg, found dead next to his brother.

Lord Leopold Coburg, drowned.

Peniston Lamb and Elizabeth Lamb, found dead under the remains of their house.

James Lamb, shot while trying to save his parents.

Emily Lamb and her unborn child, found dead of "unknown circumstances".

Harriet Sutherland, minor injuries, alive.

Emma Portman, in a comma, alive.

William Lamb, body not found.

Victoria Kensington, body not found.

EPILOGUE

It was a sunny hot day in that foreign country. Two children, a boy and a girl, played in their backyard. Running around and laughing. The girl pushed her brother so she could win their imaginary race. The little boy started to cry.

“Now...now...come here you two. What did I tell you little miss? Stop pushing your brother just because he's faster than you. And you, my little one, it's alright to cry when you fall, as long as you remember to get back up, ok?”

The children nodded. He made his older daughter apologize to her little brother and left them alone to play some more.

“My god you're so good with them...I honestly don't know how you do it...”

“Well...I never knew I would be like this too...but I guess it comes with age...” he winked at his wife.

“Shut up silly, you're not old!” she smiled.

“By the way, do you remember what I asked you that day? On my birthday? Do I still look like those roudish candies from the old shop?”

He hugged her tightly and whispered in her ear, teasing.

“Yes Mrs. Lamb you do...they were my favourite you know...but I have to say...now I possess the most delicious candy in the whole world right here...”

She giggled and hid her face his chest, blushing. He took her face in his hands and kissed her, passionate, slowly, enjoying every bit of her sweetness.

THE END

Hello! Juliana here! This fic was based on one of my favourite songs. “Candy” by The Blasting Company. I'll link the song and video for it here. The original story has no happy ending, unfortunately. But I wanted to give them one. The real world has enough sad war stories. I think we could all use a little bit of imagination and hope for the best. This story is for all the Billys and Candys that never got to live their happy endings because of meaningless wars. 💔

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#Spotify #Youtube #jenna coleman #rufus sewell #vicbourne fanfiction #vicbourneau #vicbourne #William Lamb #queen victoria #victoria #colemansdimplefic #tumblr fic #cold-ground-warm-heart

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muffinwalloper · 1 year

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Vicbourne Modern Affair AU

Keep your hands right there

I popped two more, she's in my mind somewhere

Won't let my mind go there

I took too much, don't let me drive nowhere, oh

Keep your eyes on mine

And if you want I'll tell you lies

Tell you I'm yours for life

#vicbourne #vicbourne au #jenna coleman #rufus sewell #queen victoria x lord melbourne #victoria itv #i will go down with this ship #love affair #infidelity fic

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buffyfan145 · 2 years

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I’m so glad I did get this book “An Indiscreet Princess” about Queen Victoria’s daughter Princess Louise and her relationship with her art teacher Joseph Edgar Bohem!!! :D I’m only 6 chapters in but I was totally right with it reading like a Vicbourne fic that many of us shippers actually wrote where Victoria and Lord M found a way to be together in spite of everything. Louise even comes across as how Victoria actually was before she was married but was even more rebellious and able to be more of herself than her mother ever could. Such a good book and I got a lot more to go and enjoying it so much!!!

#vicbourne #an indiscreet princess #georgie blalock #princess louise #joseph edgar bohem #queen victoria #lord melbourne

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anditendshowyoudexpect · 1 year

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not tagging anyone

but please feel free to join in

ty for tagging me @cafedeagua

3 ships: you have got to be kidding me. okay, the write-your-own-fic level of intense: Vicbourne, Eushin, Dongan (soz Tedbecca you gotta earn it). if you know, you know.

First ever ship: i don't actually remember. could be Alucard and Integra. could be Snape and Hermione. could be Hornblower and Bush. could be Buffy and Giles. could be Peter Grant and Thomas Nightingale. could be Daisy and Coulson. (trying to sneak in more ships, yes, sorry not sorry). fine, it was probably Mulder and Scully Last song: the last song i haven't been able to get out of my head is Spring Breeze by Lee Moon Sae bombaramcheorom saaaaraaaaang Last movie: del Toro's Pinocchio Currently reading: night reading (always kindle and audio) - The Secret Commonwealth by Philip Pullman (regretting this choice tbh, should have waited until the third book in the trilogy comes out), day reading (always paper) - A Zoo in Winter by Jiro Taniguchi Currently watching: nothing apart from a few ongoing kdramas (Work Later, Drink Now, Unlock My Boss, Red Balloon), this is the first time in a while when i go for reading instead of watching whenever i have spare time. figured if i want to read all these books i have amassed before i die, gotta start at some point. Currently consuming: water, only water this time of day. well, night. Currently craving: nothing

#friends webpals tumblerites

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annachibi · 7 days

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

I wasn't technically tagged in this but it popped up in one of my old ship tags so close enough!

How many works do you have on AO3? 18, I'm not very prolific haha

What's your total AO3 word count? 60,598 (again, not very prolific lol)

What fandoms do you write for? It changes over time, depending on what I get inspired by. Back in the old days (not on AO3) it was a lot of Pokemon and Gundam Wing. On AO3, it's been mostly Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter (yes I know lol), Victoria (ITV), and Remedyverse. You may notice 2 of those 3 feature Rufus Sewell in them. :D

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Autumn Hearts, my first big fanfic; To The Rescue, which was written for a friend; Christmas Lights; Compass Rose; and Winter Hearts, the attempted sequel to Autumn Hearts that I ran out of steam for. 4 out of 5 are for the ship Vicbourne from Victoria, a fandom I was very active in at the time. (Hopefully one day a Remedyverse fic will pull into that lineup!)

Do you respond to comments? Yes, just about every one! Sometimes I don't if it's been multiple years since I wrote the thing and I don't have much to say back, since I figure some people don't necessarily want the author to respond anyway.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Uhhh maybe Dreams of Zanarkand, but it could tie with a couple others depending on how you look at them. I don't tend to write angsty endings in particular, more just one-shots or chapters.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Autumn Hearts, for sure. It's akin to a fix-it fic.

Do you get hate on fics? Not really. I had someone harassing me via comments some years ago, but despite what they said, it wasn't really about the fanfics.

Do you write smut? Yep, sometimes.

Do you write crossovers? I used to, a looong time ago, but not anymore.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? I don't think so.

Have you ever had a fic translated? No, but that would be cool!

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yes, though not in a very long time.

What's your all-time favorite ship? Whatever my current one is. :D Haha but seriously, aside from a few pieces that I wrote for friends, you can pretty much tell what I'm fixated on by what I'm writing about.

What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Honestly, Winter Hearts was never intended to be finished because it was just going to be something I chipped away at when I felt like it and had ideas, but it would have been really cool to have the full 4 seasons of titles. I tend not to post anything unless it's finished, these days, because having them sit there unfinished saps my motivation.

What are your writing strengths? Dialogue that flows and sounds natural and in-character, I hope. If nothing else, I want to get the characters right, even in AUs. Most of my stuff is character-based rather than plot-based, anyway. I also love leaving little crumbs from the source material in my writing, like exact phrases or motifs used in different ways. Not sure if that counts as a strength.

What are your writing weaknesses? Supplementing dialogue with action or prose. I often like letting the reader draw their own conclusions, but I think that can make things a little sparse or unclear. And long plots are hard. And I'm just a rather concise writer in general, so nothing gets particularly long, even when another writer might have the same thing be twice as long.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I don't really do this because I don't have occasion to, but there are various ways to do it. If it's substantial and you want it to actually be understandable to the reader and aren't relying on, say, language puns or something, then just mentioning they're speaking another language and putting that dialogue in italics can work.

First fandom you wrote for? Pokemon, so many years ago! I actually wrote a story with my friend by passing notes in class, kind of like roleplay but before I knew what that was. I copied a lot of it into a little notebook that I still have. I didn't even know to start a new line for each character's dialogue back then!

Favorite fic you've written? Autumn Hearts and now Apeiron. They're my most ambitious. Though Autumn Hearts will always hold a special place for me because it taught me I could finish something that long.

I'm tagging @wondrouswendy @pintsizeninja @residentvampp @zoi-no-miko @ryanthedemiboy and anyone else who sees this that wants to! No obligation to those I did tag, of course.

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thelooneytoon · 3 years

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How It Should’ve Gone

The laced veil was hardly enough to prevent someone from recognising their monarch, but it covered enough of her visage to make him frown. He liked to see her eyes, soft yet piercing in a complicated duality, but the lace shielded them from view. He smiled softly as her small hands lifted the black veil and draped it across her bonnet, revealing her regal face and those eyes that were peering at him with a mixture of warmth and fear.

“Oh it is you, Ma’am. I couldn’t tell.” She smiled brightly and let out a small chuckle, her gloved fingers twisting together in a show of nervousness.

“The butler said you would be here.”

“I come here for the rooks. They're sociable animals.” He turned to face the birds, his side portrait surely one any man would envy, Victoria watching him as he watched the creatures he was so fond of. “A gathering like this is called a parliament. Altogether more civilised than their human equivalent.” His smile was wry and his eyes held tales of furious debates and delicate politics before he turned back to her, that smile softening into something undeniable.

“I’m sorry to disturb you Lord M, but I had to talk to you.”

“Brocket Hall is honoured, Ma’am.” The man had always held a respect for the monarchy, but the reverence with which he now spoke was, without a doubt, all for Victoria, and not the throne she occupied.

She gestured to the veil as she spoke, “I have come here incognito of course-“

“Of course,” Melbourne interrupted delicately, his worry for her reputation the driving force in his need for her to understand. “But your presence cannot be entirely disguised.”

She carried on as if he hadn’t spoken, determined not to be distracted from her purpose. “Yesterday I realised something.”

“Yes, Ma’am?” They both knew that at this very moment they were toeing a very dangerous line, one that the Queen was determined to throw them both over, one where the future was being determined. History would look back this moment, at the decision made here, and know this was a turning point. Victoria would have her Lord M as her husband, come hell or high water, and the Lord Melbourne would do everything to protect his little queen even if he had to destroy himself to do it.

“I think perhaps now... I'm speaking as a woman and not as a queen.” Melbourne’s breath caught in his chest as he waited for her to continue. He wanted nothing more than to protect her, but he feared that if she spoke the words aloud he would not be able to deny her. “At the beginning... I thought that you were the father I never had. But now I feel, I know... that you are the only companion I could ever desire.” It took everything the Prime Minister had to keep from dropping to his knees before her. The sheer force of the love and reverence he held for this small, intelligent, powerful, stubborn, loving woman hitting him in the chest as if a physical blow. How could he deny her anything she wanted of him? Especially when he wanted this just as badly. Their reputations, the monarchy, both would be destroyed.

“Your Majesty-“

“I know that I am young, Lord M. I know that I am inexperienced in many areas, including love- especially love. But I also know my own mind. I love you, my dear Lord M, and I refuse to pretend I do not. I am aware that this is a difficult road I am sending us down.” She took his hands in her own, pulling them close to her chest and stroking his fingers with her own, peering up at him with eyes so full of love. Melbourne forced himself to look away, not able to handle the intensity of that look as his own mind and heart raced. “But I am strong, as both a woman and a queen, and even stronger with you by my side. I know a part of you will always belong to your Caro and your Augustus, all I ask is for the rest of you to love me, as I love you.” Melbourne’s eyes returned to hers, green meeting blue, and he tugged her closer to him by their joined hands.

“Did you know that rooks mate for life? I used to think that I could never love again after what happened with my wife.”

“She should have never left you.” The sentence was harsh and angry on his behalf, astounded that anyone could treat her beloved Lord M in such a way. “I would never do such a thing.” This sentence was softer, but still firm, resolute. She would never hurt him in such a way, she would treasure him.

“I know you wouldn’t, Ma’am. But it isn’t right, the scandal would destroy you and the monarchy.”

“To hell with scandal!” Melbourne was taken aback by her tone and her language and his eyes blew wide. “I am a queen, Lord M, but I am also a woman with her own mind and her own heart. My duty is to my country, and I would give my life for it, but it is not owed the rights to my marriage. I am allowed to be happy. You make me happy. If you feel the same, would you deny us both that happiness?”

“Of course I feel the same, Ma’am. How could you ever think otherwise? It has been many years since I have loved someone with such a ferocity. And that love is why I have to keep you safe, our love would put you at risk.”

Her chin raised in such a stubborn and familiar manner that he couldn’t help but to smile. “I am strongest when I am with you, William.” His heart nearly stopped at the familiar use of his name and his grip tightened on her hands. “Say my name,” her tone was soft, “my real name.”

His internal struggle lasted only a moment before he caved. How could he continue to argue? How could he refuse her when she spoke with such passion, love bright in her eyes and determination strong in her voice. “Victoria.” Her gaze had dropped to their hands as the nerves she’d been experiencing when she’d first broached the subject began surging through her once more, but when his voice curled around her name so lovingly her head shot up, blue meeting green once more.

“William.” His name was spoken more tenderly and softly than it had ever been said by anyone, and the love held in that single word blew him away. He surged forward, both of them gasping as their lips collided after so long of pining. It started out gentle, tender, his little queen’s first kiss, before turning heated. Melbourne’s hands had dropped from her own and to her corseted waist, squeezing gently before one moved to the small of her back, gently tracing up until he was cupping the back of her neck. His lips gently guided her inexperienced ones through the motions, patiently teaching her as he had been doing for so long, before his tongue flicked out and traced the seam of them. Her surprised gasp allowed him tentative entry, not wanting to rush or scare the young woman he held tightly in his arms. Her gasp quickly turned into a quiet moan as her tongue rose to met his. The pleased sound snapped William out of his reverie and he pulled back, gently as to keep her from thinking he was changing his mind and rejecting her.

“Well, Ma’am, I think it’s safe to say that I accept the role, whatever it may be.”

“Husband.” The word was firm before the nervousness that betrayed her age crept back into her eyes. “I mean, if you would like.”

“Oh, I very much would.”

#victoria #itv victoria #vicbourne #victoria x melbourne #queen victoria #lord melbourne #lord m #itv #period drama #fic #one shot #vicbourne fic #jenna coleman #fanfiction #canon rewrite

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arawen898 · 8 months

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Vicbourne fic masterlist (UPDATED September 5, 2023)

Everything (18+), four chapters. Lord M rescues Victoria from a storm when she rides out, tired of her family trying to persuade her to marry Albert.

You Are The Only One Who Understands (18+), oneshot. Victoria goes to Brocket Hall to talk to Lord M about her unhappy marriage to Albert.

One Thousand And One Times (And Several Thousand More) (18+), oneshot. Victoria and Lord M share intimacy when she is six months pregnant.

Love In The Forests Of Windsor (18+), oneshot. Victoria and Lord M ride out and things heat up.

The Arts Of Love (18+), three chapters. Victoria asks Lord M to teach her about the physical aspects of being a married woman.

In The Shed (18+), two chapters. Victoria and Lord M seek shelter in a shed during a downpour.

Closure (18+), oneshot. An alternate ending to S2E3 in which Victoria isn't already pregnant with Bertie.

A Princess Is Born (13+), oneshot. Victoria gives birth to her and Lord M's first child.

Queen Of England (18+), eight chapters, work in progress. Modern AU where Victoria and William are both actors and are cast in the new series "Queen Of England". UPDATED with chapter 4 on September 3, 2023!

#vicbourne #queen victoria #lord melbourne #lord m #victoria itv #itv victoria #vicbourne fanfiction #vicbourne fanfic #vicbourne fic #jenna coleman #rufus sewell #arawen writes

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junoinferno · 5 years

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The PM & The HRH

Hey, Vicbourne people. I know what you’re thinking, but what she already updated her fic for the quarter? I may legitimately have gotten my medication doses right, no, really.

Anyway, part of my struggle with Love In/And History is that I really need a good block of time and like five open tabs on my computer to do anything with it which is why I started my ST: Disco fic. So, I would like to start a Vicbourne fic I could do at lunch on my phone.

Which is why I’m posting this. It’s a Modern AU, the first piece I’m going to post starts in 2001 with Prime Minister William Lamb (Labour) and third in line to the throne, Princess Victoria. In this AU, Uncle Bill is King and actually has a son, which, you know, could change. I have a general idea of where I would like the AU to go as groundwork for another story that will no doubt spin out of control, but in the meantime, I would like little chapters. Which is where you come in, I’m opening to prompts. I’ll try to use what I can, but honestly sometimes people give weird prompts.

To get you started, I’m going to post the first piece I wrote at lunch on my phone.

And I need a title... I don’t know if what I have works. Please let me know what you think and happy reading!

The first time the Prime Minister met Princess Victoria was as a surprise at her uncle’s weekly audience. She was there when he arrived and the King insisted the PM give his input on the young princess’ future. She was only second in line and when her cousin, Andrew, married and had children she would move further back in the succession but the King knew his constitutional obligations and felt a personal responsibility for her after the death of her father.

“Should we not have the Duchess of Kent here?,” asked Will.

The King scoffed.

“No,” said Victoria, “she thinks I ought to go to some finishing school.”

Will chuckled. “God, I thought those went out in my day.”

“You ought to go to Oxford,” said the King.

“I do not want to go to Oxford. Everyone will expect it and why ought I be in the same school as Andrew? If we talk, it will be speculated on,?if we don’t, it will be speculated on..”

“What did you have in mind, your highness?”

Victoria looked at him. “I want to go to art school.”

The King looked ready to toss himself off the balcony.

“Well, there are several art schools in London-“ Will suggested.

“No,” she cut him off, “I don’t want to live under Mama’s roof.”

“The roof is over Kensington Palace. It’s rather large.”

She snorted. “Not large enough.”

“There are very good schools in Leeds or Norwich..,”

“But I want to go to Paris.”

Will shook his head. “Pardon me, ma’am, but that will not go over well. The British people as far as they have come, do not want to see a potential Queen educated in France.”

“Is there anything else the British people would like?”

“Perhaps America-“

“No. Out of the question,” said the King.

“Leeds it is, then,” said Victoria.

The Princess’ gap year passed with a minimum of fuss. She attended all the necessary royal events, did charitable projects in Uganda and around India and occasionally made it to the gossip columns.

Will woke up at 10 Downing Street to find an iPad in his face.

With a very topless Princess on it.

He slowly turned up to see Emma Portman, his communications director.

“What are you doing?,” he asked.

“Showing you this country being dragged into disrepute.”

He sat up. “You know, your republican tendencies make me long for Malcolm to return at times.”

“That’s rather harsh.”

“He never came into my bedroom.”

“So you say.” She thrust the iPad back at him. “We’re going to have to say something about this.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s everywhere! How could she be so stupid?”

“A nineteen year old took her bathing suit top off on a beach, my God, she’s gone mad. Where was that even taken?”

“Bondi Beach.”

“You are joking, aren’t you? That’s the story around the world? Young woman topless at topless beach? Did we win the War on Terror and someone forgot to inform me? I shall certainly have a word with MI6.”

Worst luck, it was questions day at the House. The one day where any idiotic question could be asked.

“I wonder what the Prime Minister has to say in regards to the photographs published in the Daily Mail and around the world? What is his stance on the declining morality of our young royals who are meant to be role models?!”

Oh, good God.

Will returned to the podium.

“I wonder that some Members of Parliament have ever seen a woman’s breasts before they seem so terribly outraged by the sight. I believe the esteemed member from Lancashire has two children, how very sad for your wife.”

There were roars of laughter.

“Her royal highness did not perform in an Amsterdam window, she was on a beach where most everyone else was topless. Since it was a public beach I cannot lament the invasion of her privacy- though it is almost certainly invaded every day. I can however comment on my colleagues’ reactions which seem to range from merely prudish to terribly misogynistic which I think reflects poorly on our progress. I also wondered if my colleagues had noticed the photographs from the Princess’ numerous visits to hospitals and schools while in Australia...”

It was two weeks later when he looked up from his desk to see a princess very much in a jumper.

He stood, banging his knee on the desk.

“Your Royal Highness.”

“Prime Minister.”

“You really shouldn’t be here. I think there might be a constitutional crisis.”

She smiled. “I came in through the back. Incognito.”

“Ah…”

“I just wanted to thank you. I saw what you did for me in the House.”

He shook his head. “You really needn’t.”

“No, you defended me when nobody else would. My mum’s still talking about it.”

“That’s how mothers are.”

“Not your mum. I read Lady Lamb was quite the it girl.”

“Well…” Will ineffectually tried to laugh that away. “Do you spend a great deal of time looking up politicians’ mothers?”

“No.” Victoria crossed her arms. “Only yours.”

#vicbourne fic #vicbourne #vicbourne prompt #Queen Victoria #lord m #vicbourne fanfic #modern au

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