published aus are right here, feel free to send me new ones!
Okay since I have actual existing AUs in my writing tag, what if I actually tried to do the 5 headcanons thing properly.
(Source: bodhilukes, via skymurdock)
ghostdog401 asked: If you're still looking for fic prompts what about e/R and a secretly royalty AU? Or just anything with a fairytale type feel?
Okay I see what you’re saying there but WHAT IF WE DID BOTH??? This got so long, I’m sorry, I got overexcited about fairy tales and I wrote 5K in like a day. (No for real this is almost 5000 words, Jesus, self, what are you doing.)
Enjolras is a wished-for child, and he’s told as much every day by his mother, who bought his life with a few drops of blood on white silk in a gold embroidery hoop. From the minute he learns to talk, he’s as fair as the sun and as sharp as her needle, and his country adores their young prince with their whole heart. His mother Queen Lamarque is a good ruler and her Prince Consort is nice enough so all is well, and Enjolras grows up believing passionately in the rights of the people. His tutors despair of him as a monarch but are delighted with him as a politician—it’s very strange for everyone.
And then the Queen dies, and everything goes to pieces, because the dowager Prince Regent isn’t a ruler by nature and Enjolras is still too damned young to take her place and it’s all quite a mess. Vital government services are falling through, taxes are going uncollected or over-collected, the generals of the army are making warning noises about neighboring countries taking advantage of their weakened state, and everything is teetering on the edge of chaos.
I’m still watching Liberty’s Kids because REASONS and I watched an episode with Baron von Steuben, and I get why they didn’t include this in a kid’s show, but this dude is THE BEST PART of the winter at Valley Forge.
LET ME TELL YOU WHY, WITH ABUSE OF CAPS LOCK AND BAD LANGUAGE AND IRREVERENCE.
Okay, some background. Baron von Steuben was a Prussian baron who shipped his ass over to America in 1777 in order to help Washington whip the bunch of random farmers, miners, tradesmen, etc who formed the Continental ‘Army’ at the time into shape. He reached Valley Forge in early 1778 (after almost getting his own soldiers ARRESTED IN BOSTON because he accidentally outfitted them in red coats, honestly this dude’s life is just PRIME HISTORICAL COMEDY MATERIAL, someone get the fuck on that) and immediately made a name for himself as a complete–but effective!–wackjob. He would go outside in the middle of winter in full military dress and have all the soldiers (many of whom were lacking a coat and boots at the time, because the goddess of efficiency Martha Washington had not yet made her presence known) run drills from sunup to sundown, whereas most military commanders of the day were Pointedly Uninvolved in the messy day-to-day shit. He also continued the trend of having commanders who were still learning English (Lafayette spoke almost no English upon his arrival, for example), because when von Steuben reached America he spoke zero English and had to write all his orders in French and give them to either HIS aide de camp to translate or the aide Washington periodically lent him (fun fact: Lt. Colonols Hamilton and Laurens were his usual lent-out aides because they both spoke French).
NOW YOU HAVE SOME BACKGROUND AND WE CAN GET TO THE GOOD STUFF.
The woman is sitting on the ground, cast in lovely dawn shades of gold and pink. Her legs are crossed, hands folded in her lap, and her lush white curls fall over one shoulder like an avalanche. There is not a speck of blood on her hands or on her pants, despite the pool spreading slowly beneath Sephie’s back. For some reason, that is what Sephie is most focused on at this moment—the blood is hot and wet and deeply unpleasant, and she envies the woman for not having any on her. The car that struck her and drew the blood is long gone, a hit and run, and the coffee shop’s customers will not come for their caffeine fix for almost an hour. Unless the woman shows a heretofore unforeseen interest in things like cell phones and emergency services, or a particularly helpful spook wanders past and kicks up a fuss, Sephie is reasonably sure that she will be dead by then, and the only thing to greet her regulars will be the sticky pool of red.
Sephie frowns, or at least Sephie considers frowning. Fine motor functions are slightly more difficult than usual. The coffee shop won’t be opened today, if she dies. This bothers her rather a lot—that’s years and years of her life in that coffee shop, and it seems absurd that something so transient as death should stop her from opening it and making cappuccinos. Maybe her spook will stand up and take care of it, she thinks. Spooks have done stranger things.
“I’ve been on sabbatical for thirteen years today,” the woman announces with a serene smile, looking down at Sephie.
She’s been answering that for years now.
“That’s nice, miss,” Sephie rasps, and the blood on her lips is salty.
I write. I swear to God. I actually love writing fanfic. BUT, and here’s the catch, I have a ton of trouble coming up with short fic ideas. Short anything ideas, really. The most memorable example is that one time I decided to write how I thought someone being able to see the future would pan out, just a few pages of character study, dicking around with super powers, nothing fancy. Smash cut to a year and a half later, I’m wrapping up my 350 page novel and staring dismally at my 200 additional pages of worldbuilding. And it’s always like that, it gets so out of hand.
SO. My solution to that is this. If you have a craving for a specific pairing that you know I ship, shoot me a prompt and I’ll throw together a short fic for you and post it. I’m trying to unwind after finals, so it’ll be good for me, and you’ll get fic, so it’ll be good for you.
Hit me up.
Since that one Les Mis E x R Superpower AU got a hundred notes last night, I would like to remind everyone that I TAKE PROMPTS ALWAYS. My inbox is open, my free time is excessive, and I am bored, it would be my genuine pleasure to write y'all some fic. There is a (perpetually in progress) master list of ships on my blog.
lathori asked: Darling, dear, love. Hamilton/Laurens Literally anything during the revolutionary era Perhaps even just how they got together. /Please/, for me? <3
Anything for you, Laurens. Soooo…I know you wanted fluff…we’re not doing that. I don’t actually know if Laurens was in Washington’s camp for this, but we’re going to assume history is flexible because extensive googling did not produce an actual date or shit for this battle (besides ‘between September 1777 and June 1778’), which was hardly a battle at all. Also technically Lee sent a letter but whatever, we’re doing Some Shit with history anyway, might as well go hard.
to see our glory
The message from Lee was greeted by a long beat of silence.
“My sympathies, Your Excellency,” Lee said, doing a poor job of imitating poise as his shirtsleeves dripped steadily on the ground. The word simper drifted through John’s mind at the sound of Lee’s voice.
“Yes,” General Washington said flatly, both hands braced on the table that had been serving duty as a tactical map minutes before. John couldn’t bring himself to look away from where the general’s little finger had pushed aside the marker of a British fort, one that he and Alexander had been bickering over not a day past. “Thank you for informing me, Major General. You are dismissed.”
Lee left, and the tent was deathly silent, the general still standing over the table with his head down, John still fixed in place where he stood near the far corner of the table, the handful of other men in the tent stony.
“Gentlemen,” General Washington said, his voice perfectly controlled. “Please send for the Marquis, he will want to know. If my aides would stay, it would be appreciated. The rest of you are dismissed.”
It’s the Fourth, there are fireworks going outside, I’m watching Liberty’s Kids (honestly fuck everybody, I love this show), and I’m feeling rather patriotic, so if anyone wanted to request a Hamilton fic, now would be an opportune moment.
For @littlestartopaz (who requested it) and @twistedangelsays (who wanted to read it). Chat Noir/Ladybug with G from this post, Chat says the line (“Don’t you ever do that again!”)
All right yeah, look, I really like reveal fics and I really like pain, so this is the product of that. Also, these two kids need to get their shit together and cuddle and care about each other and stuff. I am a simple woman with simple needs. AND this is your friendly reminder that I am taking prompts and there’s a masterlist of ships/fandoms on my blog! Hit me up!
“This guy needs to chill out,” Chat Noir said, shooting a smirk at Ladybug to see her nose crinkle up. Her look of fond distaste was the highlight of his day, every day, the kind of friendly teasing Adrien had always wished for as a little boy. The only thing better was when she actually shot a joke back at him, leaving a warm weight in his chest and a smile on his face.
“That wasn’t even clever, Chat,” she said, spinning her yoyo and letting it fly at the shell of ice between them and the rest of the world. He spun his baton overhand and slammed it into the crack she had left, and as he pulled back the yoyo lashed out again.
“So you think my puns are usually clever?” he asked, grinning, and hit the ice again. “You know, I could have us out of here–”
I’m having a contest with myself about which fic will make someone cry first.
Reblog for the time difference.
lathori asked: ExR for the ship And the AU is from a post you previously reblogged: "Everybody in the world has a superpower that compliments their soulmates superpower. When together, both their powers increase in strength exponentially. You have the most useless power ever, when one day……" Go forth and write me more ExR
Everyone look at how awesome my platonic soul mate is, she sends me fun prompts when I’m bored. My concept of ‘complementary’ powers might be a little weird but whatever! We’re going with it. To the shock of no one, this got out of hand.
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