AU where the last two tv shows you watched now exist in the same world
Reblog with the resulting mash-up in the tags :D
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wildehacked asked: YOU'RE WRITING MICHELETTO FIC??????? :D :D :D
My thesis is close enough to being done that I’m granting myself some down time to write historical fic, so here is a preview.
“Am I, Micheletto?” he asked distantly.
“Are you what?”
“Am I your lord?” Cesare said, and turned on his heel until he was studying the line of Micheletto’s profile. “Are you my servant?”
Micheletto tilted his head to observe Cesare out of the corner of his eye, the unobtrusive regard that had served him so well. With no indication of hesitation, he said, “I am your instrument, my lord.”
It’s actually from Cesare’s POV which I somewhat regret because, A, it means that I do not get to deal with how intense Micheletto is about literally everything regarding Cesare and, B, I sadly do not get to talk about how hot Cesare is. Much. But also it had to be from Cesare’s POV because I had to be able to talk about Micheletto’s scars and Claiming and how Micheletto is Cesare’s favored weapon who wears the heraldic sigil of his lord’s house in his lash marks.
My brain (and my impending deadline) says work on my thesis, but my heart says continue writing Cesare/Micheletto fic. Someone please motivate me to do the responsible thing here.
concept: machiavelli as a lemony snicket style narrator of a show about the renaissance
“cesare was vexed, a word which here means ‘preparing to have his sister’s second husband murdered at the earliest opportunity’.”
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I’m rewatching the first season of Borgias because my brain is a staticky mess from churning out 5K of original stuff in 6 hours today, but like.
Listen.
Am I gonna be the one to write a plotless thing about Cesare’s thoughts on the scars on Micheletto’s back and Claiming and Micheletto as a cherished weapon and about how scars are the heraldic symbol of Cesare’s own house.
Is that gonna be me.
"I would have sworn to die for you / sooner than to live with you"
— Vahni Capildeo, from “Far From Rome,” Measures of Expatriation
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Anonymous asked: I've been doing a lot of reading on the Borgias but I don't actually know how to pronounce "Borgia- would you know?
So…I pronounce it the way they say it in the show, which is BOHR-jya (or something like -zhya if you like your IPA pronunciations I guess). It’s with a soft G, kind of slurred. Like the last G in ‘garage.’
Anonymous asked: how do you pronounce "Borgia"? I've been reading but don't actually know how to say the name...
It’s sort of like a combo of Borsha and Borja? Bore-jyah?
singelisilverslippers asked: i don't even go here, but your fave borgias pairing (something with lucrezia maybe?) and 16. 'Do you trust me?'
It is past midnight in her brother’s rooms, and said brother is naked beneath her, his hands gripping her waist like she is the only thing tethering him to the universe, when the door bursts open.
Cesare jerks up, and she dives for a blanket–but it is only Micheletto. “His Holiness is on his way,” Micheletto says urgently, looking straight at Cesare. “He will not be stopped.”
Cesare swears, and Lucrezia looks frantically about the room–there are too many pieces of her toilette to possibly gather up in time–her chemise, her gold slippers, the purple gown and the sleeves she so recklessly tore off–there is no chance she can gather it up before her father gets here. She cannot leave her brother’s rooms half-dressed, either.
“Hide in the wardrobe,” Cesare orders, coming to the same conclusion. “I shall say I had a woman, that she has left, but will–return.”
Lucrezia shakes her head frantically–there is too much risk that her father will recognize the gown, which he gave her, the ruby-edged pearls she stupidly plucked from her hair and left in a careless pile on the floor, the net Giulia complimented her on only that morning.
“Do you trust me,” Micheletto says suddenly. He must be addressing Cesare, but he is looking at her, familiar, loyal Micheletto, his face white with some unknown emotion.
“We do,” Lucrezia answers him in a frightened whisper, and Micheletto gives her a jerky nod.
“Into the wardrobe, my lord,” he says, and then Lucrezia understands. Cesare rocks back like Micheletto has struck him–like a loyal dog has bit him–but there is no time.
“Go,” she begs, and Cesare goes, his jaw clenched tight.
Micheletto kicks off his boots and joins her in the bed. She tugs him down over her, so his weight covers her like a shield. She runs her fingers through his hair, tugs at his clothing so he will appear a little more debauched. Micheletto’s hands settle awkwardly on her forearms, and his eyes are grave and open only a few inches from hers.
She kisses him harshly, biting his lip so he will appear as kissed as she is, and worries. She will tell her father this is none of his affair. She will tell him Cesare has no idea, that Cesare spends the night with a mistress of his own. She will be outraged, then humiliated, then penitent. Her father will forgive her this, as he could never forgive her true sin.
She can hear footsteps in the corridor now, and it occurs to her all at once that Micheletto will not be forgiven. Her father will insist that Cesare dispose of him, one way or another. His hands tighten on her bare forearms.
“Trust us,” she whispers against Micheletto’s mouth just as the door bursts open, and what she means is we will protect you.
I don’t even go here, but I want the 10k comedy of errors that leads to and from this point.LOL
I realize that you probably meant this rhetorically, BUT I’m gonna tell myself a story about how this would go anyway:
So the Pope would throw an absolute fit at the idea of Cesare’s assassin having congress with his precious daughter (who was just about to receive an offer of marriage from the Duke of Ferrara! The timing could not be worse!), and so he’d demand that Cesare either fire Micheletto or kill Micheletto.
What Cesare actually does is get Micheletto out of Rome by promoting him. No longer an assassin-manservant, Micheletto is now a reluctant general of the papal armies. Cesare and Micheletto go tramping gleefully around the Romagna carving out new territory, and instead of demanding new states for himself, Cesare cooly demands a barony for his loyal general.
Baron Corella can have an affair with the Lady Lucrezia Borgia, even if His Holiness still doesn’t approve.
AT THIS POINT Cesare and Micheletto return to Rome, where under the Pope’s disapproving eye Cesare and Lucrezia have to turn an illiterate murderer into a grudging, bitter courtier, at which point they UNDOUBTEDLY engage in more and more complex not-quite threesomes:
-Cesare and Lucrezia hide their affair by pretending that Lucrezia and Micheletto are continuing their affair, which means that the entire Vatican wanders around like “what does the Lady Lucrezia–who famously chose her last husband because he was ‘sweet as apples’–see in this dead-eyed torturer with his peasant accent and his utter lack of graces?”
-Lucrezia starts publicly showering Micheletto with affection, partially to keep up the facade and partially to goad Cesare, who is super jealous
-Cesare and Micheletto have super passionate sparring sessions that end with Cesare’s blade at Micheletto’s throat and intense prolongued eye contact and heavy panting and Micheletto arching ever so slightly into the metal
-Micheletto very carefully reminds Cesare that he is into dudes, only dudes, just dudes
-Cesare somehow ends up sucking Micheletto off in a confessional as a way to restore his wounded masculinity??? by proving that Micheletto IS more into him than he is into Lucrezia
-Lucrezia poisons a man with Micheletto’s help, which makes Cesare even more jealous
-threesomes with Extremely Complicated Rules emerge
eventually the pope decides Lucrezia has to marry Micheletto, which SHOULD solve all of their problems but winds up causing fifty more.
