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Roy Dupuis as an invited guest in Le Grand Jour (1988) dir. Jean-Yves LaForce wr: Michel Tremblay

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: La Femme Nikita Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Michael Samuelle/Nikita Wirth Characters: Nikita Wirth, Michael Samuelle Additional Tags: Post-Season/Series Finale, Post-Canon, Future Fic 

Summary: Nikita pulls rank when Michael proposes going out into the field for a Section One mission.

She spots Michael sitting outside A La Place Saint Georges with a newspaper in hand—Libération. He looks deeply engrossed with the words on the page before him, but Nikita knows better. He’s perfectly aware of the movement and placement of everything and everyone around him. He just happens to look like a cultured and handsome Frenchman enjoying a leisurely afternoon with his preferred newspaper, perfectly at ease and content with everything in his world. It’s a luxury Michael no longer indulges in when out in public. Only in locations where he controls the parameters does Michael allow himself something resembling leisure.

For backup, there’s also the necessary evil of his security detail. They’re hidden away somewhere. So are hers. They’re trained to live in the shadows, ever vigilant but rarely seen. Unless they’re at home, she and Michael are never truly alone.

“Hey, who gave you permission to run away from me?” Nikita tells him with a teasing lilt in her voice. She doesn’t like it when they fight. He doesn’t either.

He glances up at her. His eyes of kaleidoscope green aren’t exactly closed off, but he’s not ceding anything to her either.

“It’s a nice day,” he remarks, ignoring what brought him out here.

“It is...can I sit?” She asks, looking towards the empty seat beside him.

“Of course.”

A waiter comes by for her order, but she politely declines. Michael resumes his reading while she settles in and watches him. He’d gotten a trim not too long ago. He’s taken to wearing his hair shorter again and a pronounced amount of gray has begun to take hold of his still lush locks. It only serves to further amplify Michael’s devastatingly handsome features.

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happy 11th mizumono anniversary to those who celebrate! 🥳🎉

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Peta Wilson as Marissa in Naked Jane (1995)

dir. Linda Kandel

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mads mikkelsen and hugh dancy in behind the scenes of king arthur

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THIS MADANCY (HANNIGRAM) SELFIE + KACEY ROHL'S (ABIGAIL'S) COMMENT I AM LOSING IT

it's like we're living in an AU or something 😭✋🏻

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Chapters: 6/6

Fandom: La Femme Nikita

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Michael Samuelle/Nikita Wirth, Nikita Wirth/Paul Wolfe | Operations, Michael Samuelle/Vizcano, Madeline Sand/Paul Wolfe | Operations (mentioned)

Characters: Michael Samuelle, Nikita Wirth, Paul Wolfe | Operations, Vizcano (La Femme Nikita), Jurgen (La Femme Nikita), George (La Femme Nikita), Walter (La Femme Nikita)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Historical, Alternate Universe - 1940s, Spies & Secret Agents, Undercover Missions, Explicit Sexual Content, Jazz - Freeform, Infidelity, Jealousy, Sugar Daddy, Secret Organizations, Secret Relationship, Community: smallfandombang

Summary: Dressed in fine furs and jewels, long blonde waves frame her exquisite face. Big, blue feline eyes add further depth to her mysterious beauty. She looks expensive and completely unattainable. Her name is Nikita and she is the crown jewel at the center of Section’s plush jewelry box.

Michael Samuelle, bowtie slightly loosened and a cigarette in his hand, sits at the bar, nursing a Scotch while on break from his place at the Steinway upright on the bandstand. From this vantage point he can watch her with as much discretion as possible.

“I’d make your appreciation a little less obvious if I were you,” comes the gravelly voice of the bartender to his left.

Perhaps not as discreet as he thought.

Michael only briefly looks away, displeased at having been caught looking, but not for long, because his gaze drifts back immediately to her. Whatever skill he normally possessed for discretion has abandoned him. He has to look. She, Nikita Wirth, is one of the most beautiful women he’s ever laid eyes on. With such a serene and cool exterior, his fingers itch to touch the high arch of her cheekbones and see if she’s as soft as she looks. The cigarette she smokes draws his attention to her lush, berry lips. The photographs he’d received before he started this assignment only conveyed a fraction of her beauty.

“She’s off limits,” he’s warned again. All this Michael knows. He’s decided that he doesn’t care. Nikita Wirth, in all her luminous grace, has captivated him in ways that astound him and he’s never even spoken to her.

_While he watches, she smiles at something someone says and Michael is reminded that she’s not alone. She sits at a table of great importance, that of Section's owner, Paul Wolfe. _

Every day, seven days a week, Wolfe holds court at the Section jazz club with a cigarette in one hand, a drink at his elbow, and Nikita Wirth by his side. Physically, Michael can understand the appeal. Paul Wolfe is a tall, admittedly handsome and dignified older man with silvering hair and stern, chiseled features. He has a charming disposition but also a known reputation of being ruthless when his interests are threatened. What a woman like Nikita Wirth is doing in the company of someone with Wolfe’s unsavory background unfortunately reflects poorly on her as well.

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Aaaaaand, now I'm at 43,000. Why do I do this to myself?

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Not to mention that I spent the predawn hours of Sunday writing a post series bathtub fic because I saw that Peta Wilson posted a tiny snippet of her own bathtub setup and felt inspired.

Older Nikita, older Michael...ready, set, go!

I've hit 24,000 on my 1940s LFN AU for the smallfandombang on dreamwidth.

Michael is an undercover piano playing operative at the Section jazz club run by Paul Wolfe. Nikita is Wolfe's beautiful companion who begins an affair with the handsome Frenchman. Michael has to balance his secretive affair with Nikita while trying to bring down Wolfe's illegal German smuggling operation.

I really need to park myself in the last 1/3 of the story to work out all those mission plot bunnies that refuse to be tamed. The deadline is the end of March and posting will be some time in April. By then the story will likely hit around 30,000 words.

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A missing scene from The Hunger Games inspired by Sunrise on the Reaping.

Haymitch wakes on the floor the morning after the training scores. This isn’t unusual, as the pristine linens on his bed have gone untouched all week. He scrubs a tired hand over his face and heads to the kitchen to fix himself a drink.

The boy is already at the dining table swirling a spoon through his tea.

“Couldn’t sleep?” Haymitch muses.

“Nah, I’m always up before the sun,” the boy replies.

Haymitch feels a chill creep up his spine. Why is this damn place crawling with so many ghosts?

“Nervous?” asks Haymitch.

The boy doesn’t respond. His eyes dart down the hallway then settle back on his tea. He’s checking for the girl.

Haymitch knew this was bound to happen. An alliance can only take you so far when there can only be one winner.

That girl’s eleven was as good a death sentence as his name being pulled from the reaping bowl.

“You know an eight’s not so bad,” Haymitch reasons. “I scored a one back in the day and I’m still here.”

The boy snorts. “Really? I’d heard that before, but I figured it was a myth. What’d you do to get that?”

“We’ll save that story for another time,” he replies darkly.

The boy is looking down the hall again. “She should win,” he decides. “Katniss. Her sister needs her. Her mother too. Half the town depends on her, maybe even more. If anyone should come home, it should be her.”

A question rings at the back of his mind. “What do you want?”

Peeta stares at him. Blinks. “What I just said, for Katniss to win.”

“Yeah, I get that part, but this isn’t a competition you can bow out of. You’re still going into that Arena before all of Panem, and the odds are better for her the longer you stay alive. You want to die, but how do you want to do it?”

“I don’t get it.”

“What do you want your death to mean?”

The boy doesn’t answer.

“You got anyone back home?” Haymitch asks.

He shrugs. “My mother, my father, two brothers.”

Haymitch wracks his memory of the Mellarks. Otho’s boys were all on the older side. Peeta must be the youngest of them. Not that it matters. The baker keeps the Peacekeepers fed, no one would burn it down to teach some kid a lesson.

“A sweetheart?”

Peeta looks down the hall, his cheeks flushed. “Like a Katniss?”

Oh right, the nickname. “Like a girl,” he clarifies.

“No,” the boy shakes his head. His gaze lingers down the hall.

“I’m going to tell you something, then,” Haymitch says. “My mentor asked me the same question when I was a tribute: what do you want? And you know what I said?” He doesn’t wait for the kid’s answer. “I wanted my death to be enough.”

“Enough for what?”

“To be the last one.”

Peeta frowns as he considers it. “Okay, yeah, I think I get it. I don’t want my death to just be for entertainment. It’s not like I want to be mourned or anything. Or for it to be noble. I want the people watching to see me as a person, just like them. Not some nameless slaughter.”

Haymitch likes this kid. He’s the type to fashion a fork in the arena so no one could call him an animal in the end.

He doesn’t belong to them, he can hear Maysilee’s voice in his head. Don’t just hand him over. Make them fight for him.

He may not be able to turn Peeta Mellark into a Victor, but he can help him be remembered.

Effie comes to join them at the table. She looks ridiculous in some sort of silk bonnet and matching tutu.

“I should change,” Peeta says, feigning to stand. “I suddenly feel underdressed.”

My word, Maysilee would love this boy.

“No, stay,” Haymitch says.

“At least you’re taking this seriously,” Effie huffs. “Katniss is going to sleep through the Games entirely at this rate.”

“It’s good,” Haymitch says. “Gives us time to update our strategy.”

Effie goes pale. “Update? You know how I hate to improvise.”

“Yes, but you thrive at it.” Effie is pleased by the praise, so he continues. “Katniss does too. Better to keep her out of this.”

She doesn’t need to be burdened by Peeta’s sacrifice. She needs to focus on winning.

Too late, Katniss enters the room and goes straight for the food. She hasn’t even sat down before she starts digging into it. She’s aware of the tension. “So what’s going on?” she asks. “You’re coaching us on interviews today, right?”

“That’s right,” Haymitch says. No one at the table speaks.

She scoops another pile of rice into her mouth and says around the bite, “You don’t have to wait until I’m done. I can eat and listen at the same time.”

“Well there’s been a change in plans. About our current approach.”

“What’s that?”

“Peeta has asked to be coached separately.”

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Listen/purchase: Immobile by Autour de Lucie

Restons immobile / Let's stay still rien ne nous attend / nothing awaits us rien qui ne soit plus futile / nothing more futile que ce doux moment / than this sweet moment

Restons sans mouvement / Let's stay without moving sans geste inutile / without any useless move gardons nos forces à présent / let's keep our forces now avant que tout ne file / before everything get away

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every-time i rewatch the hannibal pilot im reminded of how much of an asshole will graham is and how it’s so funny that hannibal eat-the-rude lector did not immediately soufflé his ass. instead he developed a crush and had no choice but to wage psychological warfare on him.

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I've hit 24,000 on my 1940s LFN AU for the smallfandombang on dreamwidth.

Michael is an undercover piano playing operative at the Section jazz club run by Paul Wolfe. Nikita is Wolfe's beautiful companion who begins an affair with the handsome Frenchman. Michael has to balance his secretive affair with Nikita while trying to bring down Wolfe's illegal German smuggling operation.

I really need to park myself in the last 1/3 of the story to work out all those mission plot bunnies that refuse to be tamed. The deadline is the end of March and posting will be some time in April. By then the story will likely hit around 30,000 words.

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Get in position! This week, Emily and V look at one of the most impressive fan campaigns that we've ever covered on the show, and we also got to revisit one of our favorite fandoms to cover: Forever Knight. When FK was canceled mid-season in 1996, the fandom scrambled to cover all bases and make sure USA Network knew that these vampires needed their day in the sun. So to speak. What ensued was a bold takeover of the NATPE (National Association of Television Program Executives, aka TPTB's bosses' bosses) conference in Las Vegas. The tale is delightful. Those seven ladies were seven Nick Furies, only with a deep love for Canadian vampire cops. Have you ever been part of a fannish campaign to save a show? Let us know!

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Lovely ‘Kita

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Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: La Femme Nikita

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Michael Samuelle/Nikita Wirth, Michael Samuelle/Original Female Character(s) (mentioned), Nikita Wirth/Original Male Character(s)

Characters: Nikita Wirth, Michael Samuelle

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Explicit Sexual Content, Open Relationships, Oral Sex, Semi-Public Sex, 69 (Sex Position), Interracial Relationship, slight Michael as Sugar Daddy overtones

Series: Part 4 of into your heart, i'll beat again

Summary: Michael and Nikita live on two different continents, but something has to give the longer they spend it apart.

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“I’m in New York,” Michael’s voice tells her when Nikita answers her cell phone.

“Where?” She asks in breathy anticipation. Adrenaline spills into her bloodstream.

“In SoHo. I’m having a late lunch with clients.”

Nikita looks around her workspace and mentally begins to reprioritize what work she has pending.

“How long are you here for?”

She can hear the light din of the restaurant through their connection.

“Not long. Come over.”

“Michael, you just said you’re with clients.”

Her words are rational but her body is not. Already moving, she reaches for her handbag. She’ll just have to put in some extra hours to finish up later.

“I want to see you, Nikita.”

His request, filled with barely restrained desire, is her final undoing.

He gives her the name of a Japanese restaurant on Thompson Street.

“Okay. Fine. I can be there in about twenty minutes.”

“Go to the bar. I’ll find you.”

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Title: SEAS BETWEEN US Author: @changingthingslikeleaves Characters: Michael, Nikita Rating: PG Length: 1,693 words Content Notes: None Apply Author Links: AUTHOR AT THE SPLIT PERSONALITY | AUTHOR AT AO3 | AUTHOR'S HOMEPAGE

Summary: "By the time it was midnight in San Francisco, it was already January 1st for her, but no matter how many hours separated them, the new year never really started for her until it started for him."

Why this must be read: I adore this type of post series story. There's an appealing poignancy to it that hits the spot with LFN. Nikita and Michael are still physically apart, but they're never far from each other's minds. It takes the promise from the finale of Michael eventually returning to join Nikita and explores it. Equally so, it explores the possibility that if they bide their time, the promise of a life outside together might be in their future as well. Both scenarios are equally fascinating. This is just a snapshot of their present day. Their future remains to be written, but it's definitely going to be with them together.

Excerpt:But maybe, just maybe, she'd improved Section so she could leave it with a happy heart when the time came. Michael hadn't said anything else, and she knew he was worried that she'd rebuffed his idea. Each year, she got better at reading the transcontinental silence. "I'm sure my family would love to see you," she said. "But I hear that San --" she caught herself just in time, "that Albany is lovely. I'm accumulating quite a bit of vacation time myself, and a long visit might be just the thing." Long enough to last the rest of their lives, if she had anything to say about it. "Do you think you could get away?" The hope in his voice wrapped around her like the strong grasp of his arms. "It's one of the benefits of being your own boss. I think I can make it happen." She glanced at the timer she'd started when the call connected. 14:30. "I'm afraid I have to run; it's about time for me to head to work."

Link: SEAS BETWEEN US by NESTRA