#oh my god I wrote a tag novel I'm sorry I just needed to remember some nice stuff about this place I guess

[itsanidiom]

SHIPPER TAG GAME

LET'S GOOOOO~ tagged by @negrowhat

1. What ship were you completely obsessed with when you were a teenager, but now you don't care anymore?

Glorestor or Glorfindel / Erestor of Middle Earth Fanon Fame. Not that I don't CARE about it anymore, mind you. There's just not enough new content (for obvious reasons god it's old and there's like one conversation of original source material). I don't think about them as much anymore. Like I used to be reading fanfic EVERY NIGHT and we're talking like novel length fanfics (as you can imagine people in the LOTR fandom write lol). Anyway here's some super old fan art... (>u<)

2. Which ship would you consider your first one?

Oh god...something Dynasty Warriors related for sure...

Probably like Sun Ce / Zhao Yu or Gan Ning / Lu Xun. (GO WU! lol) I feel like there were other couples I'm totally forgetting right now...but yeah god I love Dynasty Warriors...

Also...daaamn Gan Ning looks good there I should go buy the latest game. (>w<)

3. Your first fanfic belonged to which couple?

Like the first one I wrote or read?? I went into my oldest of old "old writing" folders and found this list of docs that I haven't been touched in over ten years. SO I'm gonna saaaay it was a Dynasty Warriors fanfic...one of these pairings. (^ ^;)

Also kind of hilarious to see that I literally still organize my fanfic files in the same way for over half my fucking life ago...nice...

4. Do you remember the first couple you saw a fanart over?

I feel like it would have been something Inuyasha related. That or something Final Fantasy X. I do not remember, but it was probably some version of these scene.

5. Did you ever get into ship discourse?

Not that I can remember...do not need this in my life...lol but maybe I've reblogged some RPF like discourse? Like the "should or shouldn't you ship" type discussions. I'm on the side of "do whatever you want but don't send it to the famous people" [ex. like ATEEZ fanfic/fanart] or "if they are literally doing it as part of their promo go ahead, it's for fun/they literally requested it as part of their promo" [ex. BillyBabe]. (^ ^;)

6. Did you used to have any no-otp or have it currently?

It honestly always depends on the quality of the fanart or the fanfic because even a notp can turn into a OH!tp if it's good enough. [Exhibit a: my Phaya/Tharn/Chalothorn fanfic]

7. Who were the couple in the last fanfic you read?

Weirdly the one new Chalothon/Singh fic from The Sign. But I really need AO3 to fix the spelling of his name in the tag...

8. Currently, do you have any OTPs?

PhayaTharn are the current obsession~

Look at them...adorable...

9. Is there any couple that, to this day, you are extremely mad about not getting together?

Still wish John Wick / Santino fucked...also like James Bond / Q and The Protagonist / Neil and Arthur / Eames...bromance is SUCH a waste but considering the genres of these movies it is never gonna happen...I have to wait for the Thai BL versions lol (^ ^;)

10. Is there any ship you used to dislike but now you think they are kind of interesting?

OH I haven't been traumatized by watched it yet, but Dead Friends Forever has made me get onboard with Macau/Chay of KinnPorsche fame because OMG LOOK AT THESE CUTIES!!!!

11. Do you have any ship that, in the past, was considered normal but now you would be cancelled over?

GOD I remember there was a LOT of Sesshomaru x Inuyasha yaoi when I was a kid LMFAO like...straight up cancelled...I dunno if it was normal back then but no yaoi was normal back then so like it sadly all got lumped together or something...then again looking at some of the comics that are coming out these days...

12. What was your favorite crack ship?

All the McFassy ships from back in the day like OMG REMEMBER JUNGKOV?? STELIOS AND LETO??? ARCHIE AND ROBBIE? SO MANY CROSSOVERS!!

LOL Sorry that just brought me back LOL

13. Who is the couple you read more fanfics of?

Ahhhh I don't know...I usually either write a lot or read a lot...I literally have a fic rec list for Glorestor lol and then when I look in my AO3 bookmarks the top ship is Hannigram sooooo let's say Hannigram even though I haven't read one for a while.

14. What most of your ships usually have in common?

toll and smol...i like me a toll and a smoll...lol or big and small...i dunno something something contrast something something just crush him and/or be uncharacteristically gentle or somehow incapacitate the larger man with your wiles...that is all...

15. What do you absolutely hate in a ship?

Miscommunication < seconding @negrowhat's response. Cannot stand it. Such a boring trope. Very annoying for me (the audience).

[goose-books]

i think i went through your entire amt tag like 4 times now and im obsessed with it oh my god. i know you haven't officially posted about it for years and it's not an ongoing project anymore but OH MY GOD!!! i'm in so in love with the characters 😭😭 it sounds so so cool and clearly had a lot of work put into it!! i'm several years late to this but please let us know if you ever get a concrete plan in motion because it sounds so cool and i love everything you've posted

im sorry to keep sending you asks when you haven't answered them (and also please don't feel pressured) but DUODECIMAL AND AMT ARE IN THE SAME UNIVERSE?? I DIDN'T KNOW THIS???

FIRST OF ALL: ANON DM ME RIGHT NOW. i'm not joking i will literally just send you the AMT scripts. god willing, someday i will be able to turn them into something (i've begun to daydream about an AMT webcomic or graphic novel series; i think that would be the best way to preserve the mix of voiceover and the focus on dialogue, plus the idea of having those blorbos adapted into comic art makes me want to giggle and kick my feet), but for now i literally just have sixteen longass documents collecting dust and i will GLADLY let you see them. the one caveat is that you will need to remember that i wrote the bulk of AMT when i was sixteen human years old so there is definitely some cringe in there. everyone talks a little bit like they're in therapy. i fucked up rahma's arabic at least once. NEVERTHELESS seriously DM me i don't bite

(*it's occurred to me that i bit four people at the writing workshop i just attended. well. you get the point. it was consensual)

SECOND OF ALL: YES THEY ARE! i initially conceived of duodecimal as an AMT sequel (i was going to try to work in As You Like It elements as well--the never-finished lina chang companion piece that sometimes still haunts my brain is AYLI-focused; there's a reason their name is closer to rosalind than olivia). and then i was like. "wait. shit. fuck. i already wrote a podcast that i can't turn into a podcast. i can't do that shit twice. i will default to prose as usual." which i think was the right decision, because it really let me nestle into marshall's voice/head, but i was like... man, fuck it, i already have a setting called weird shakespeare high school, wouldn't it be funny if he kind of had a thing for indrajit. the more you know!

(mab, the theater director, appears more prominently in AMT, and both marshall's and lina's older siblings have roles! i once wrote a scene, purely for my own enjoyment, where marshall runs into isaac farley, AMT's hamlet, and has a brief gender realization that he instantly squashes.)

THIRD OF ALL: thank youuuuuuuuuuu. bats my eyelashes cutely

[fly-like-a-phoenix]

House of Lust (part 4)

Abbé de Coulmier x reader.

Summary: Five years has passed since the events of Quills. The Abbé de Coulmier is released of prision by a misterious event. And he will know again those feelings he never thought will meet again: love... and lust.

Warnings: none.

"Oh, for God's sake!" You shouted to the air, tired of hearing the moans coming from your sister's bedroom. You wanted to go out of that Villa soon so bad...

You were reading a Shakespeare novel. It was very hard to find british books those days, but Romeo and Juliet was so valuable you paid a lot to a man who brought it by hiding it.

But you couldn't concentrate. Not now. Odelle's bedroom wasn't close to yours, but damn those noises felt like they were next to you.

Suddenly, you heard three knocks on the door. Raising your eyes to it, you wondered who might be interrupting your reading time. Rain was stronger out your window.

"Who is it?" You asked.

"Louis" the voice said, in a whisper.

"Come on in."

Louis was a short, handsome man with blonde hair and eyes black as the midnight sky. He was one of the guards of the Villa, and one of your best friends, if you could consider the servitude your friends.

"What is it?" You wondered, seeing he didn't move from the door.

"Claude found a man trying to enter the house, mademoiselle. We let him in the dungeon."

"Wasn't he one of my sister's guests?" You said, a bad feeling through your body. "Maybe he was just walking in the dark."

"You should come see if you recognize him, then." He responded.

Letting the book aside over your fur divan, you followed Louis to the basement, where the two dungeons were.

While you walked closer, you heard wailings coming from inside one of them. And you saw Claude, a 6"2' man that usually seemed like a bear, hitting the man who they trapped before.

When he heard you coming, he stopped and let the dungeon to face you. You realized then that you ran those last steps.

"What the hell are you doing, Claude?" You asked, furious.

"He was trying to get into the house, mademoiselle."

"Yeah, to steal something from us, uh? With his arms chained to the wall and so beaten he can't let himself be in his feet? Don't lie to me. If you want to hit people or be violent with them, or even kill them, join the army, Claude. But don't ever do it in front of me. I'm not like Odelle and Josephine. Am I clear?"

"Yes, mademoiselle. Sorry."

Claude and Louis stood there, waiting for you. You entered the dungeon, seeing how the man was trying to get up, but he fell to the ground. You got closer, kneeling by his side, turning him around to see him.

He was a beautiful young man, with dark hair and emerald eyes that looked at you deeply before fainting. You saw the blood coming from his nose, falling through the scar upon his lip, joining the one coming from his mouth, going to his neck and further down into his dirty white shirt.

His face structure seemed different to anything you've ever seeing in your twenty first years of life. But then you remembered where you saw a man like that, years ago.

"Oh, my God!" You said, your breathing heavier than before, turning your face to look at your servants. "Take him to my bedroom, quickly! Don't let my sisters see him!"

The two men carried the young man from the basement to your bedroom, as you told them. He was the same height than Louis, a little taller. They left him in the divan, throwing your book aside that went directly to the ground.

"Do you know him, mademoiselle?" Claude asked, tired.

"Yes. He's... He's one of my sister's guests." You said, lying a little. "Don't say anything to her yet. I'm taking care of him. Now go."

They left seeing each other with confusion. You weren't like your sisters. But why did you reacted like that was betond their comprehension.

You brought a wet piece of cloth to clear his wounds. As you cleaned the blood slowly, he seemed to try to get awake again. But he didn't.

Was he the Abbé de Coulmier you knew five years ago, during a theatre play you saw with your sisters in Charenton? You remembered him being very nervous while the inmates recited their lines, replying what the Marquis de Sade wrote for them.

But did you see the play and enjoyed the wicked things that happened in there as your sisters? Or actually you were seeing him only? He was a really handsome man. And you remembered you said to Josephine it was a shame that he had taken the vows.

How was his name? Francis? Franz? François! That's it! He was the same man. You knew he went to prison for killing the Marquis. Why was he in your house now? He wasn't invited as the other guests. Maybe Odelle planned something you didn't know.

You started to clean the blood he had in his neck, and then you opened his shirt to clean the red liquid from his chest. He had a pale, smooth skin covering his lightly toned muscles, a few dark hairs over his torso.

And when you tried to touch the centre of his chest carefully with the tip of your fingers, feeling attracted to do it as a fly going directly to the light, he woke up and took your hand, scared of you.

"What are you doing?" He murmured.

"I... I'm... It's okay, I'm not gonna hurt you, Abbé."

"Who... Who are you?" He said, confused not only from finding himself in another room with you, the angel he saw approaching to him before, but also because of you calling him Abbé.

"My name is Y/N d'Évreux. I apologise for what happened. My servants took you as a thief. But now you'll be okay and you're welcomed to my home."

François saw you saying those things. He had seen you before. He remembered you, your beautiful face amd your sweet voice taking to him as now.

"Thank you, I guess." He said, smiling to you after all. Maybe it was the first time he felt the need to do it, after five horrendous years. "I'm François, but I think you already knew me."

"Yes. But I didn't remember your name well. That's why I called you Abbé. How did you came here?" You asked. "Did my sister invite you as she uses to do every year?"

"What? No. My parents presented my case to the judge. You knew I... I was in prison?"

"Yeah, for killing the Marquis de Sade. I don't think you did it. You... You were..."

"A priest." He completed your sentence, making you smile. "Yes. I couldn't hurt a fly until doctor Roger-Collard. He blamed me for the Marquis' death. But the judge decided today morning that I was innocent. So, my lawyer gave me a letter from my parents saying that I could get help in this Villa."

"I can't really explain this, Abbé. Maybe your parents contacted with my sister." You said, thinking about that letter. "Can I see the paper?"

He sat in the divan, a painly moan escaping from his mouth, and searched for the letter he saved in his jacket. He wasn't so cold now, in front of the chimney.

You saw him better now, your eyes scanning him without shame but prepared to look to another spot of your bedroom if he noticed.

But then, suddenly before you took it to read it, the door opened and your sisters came in. Both were a few years older than you, Odelle almost the same age than François.

"Well, well, well. What do we have in here? I think our principal attraction arrived, finally." She said, looking at you kneeling next to him, while Josephine laughed.

That was the moment you and François actually got more confused, him much more than you.

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