Aug. 31st, 2015

scribblemyname: (hawkeye ultron)

overcomplicate the simple



First, I'm going to love on my gift fic, written by the incomparable [livejournal.com profile] findthesea:

overcomplicate the simple (2043 words) by andibeth82
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Lance Hunter/Bobbi Morse
Characters: Bobbi Morse, Lance Hunter
Additional Tags: Developing Relationship, Companionable Snark, Friends to Lovers
Summary:

This is what Bobbi Morse knows about Lance Hunter, and this is what Lance Hunter knows about Bobbi Morse.



I love the tone of this story. It fits with the vibe I expect from these two, and the banter and the secrets and the denial (she is soooo in denial about being in love with Hunter here) and the history, which I've begged for time and again in exchanges, it's here and it's perfect and it's so like them.

I love this story. She managed to work in Clint/Bobbi history too without demonizing anyone and let Bobbi be Bobbi, which is to say quite flawed but I love her anyway, and let Hunter be Hunter, which is to say also flawed and insightful while still totally missing the mark half the time in the things he knows about her. That tension they have on the show is here and I love this fic so much.

Ahem.

So go read.




In Your Eyes



As for what I wrote, I wrote two fics, my assignment which thrilled me to pieces to get and a pinch hit the letter utterly sold me on.

[livejournal.com profile] findthesea helped me finesse this one (and decide whether it was any good at all). I always feel so at sea when I first hammer my way through a pairing and am trying to get their voice right. I rewatched a ton of Wanda clips and vids over and over and over and hoped for the best. (I think I'm in love with Wanda.) I stalked [livejournal.com profile] theladymore's journal and totally participated with Wanda in her give me a character meme and I'll tell you what I love about them.

I couldn't get to the bedroom stuff, though the ideas were there, because for some reason, I had to write the get-together fic first and fic out why I thought they'd work and how they'd get drawn together.

Normally, I don't like the premise that Laura's Barney's widow, but for this fic, I ran with it, and I don't honestly regret the choice, so there it went.

In Your Eyes (2452 words) by scribblemyname
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Movies)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Clint Barton/Wanda Maximoff
Characters: Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov
Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, Canonical Alternate Universe, Developing Relationship, new avengers team, Post-Avengers: Age of Ultron (Movie)
Summary:

It broke something between them, to acknowledge each other on the field, professionally bleeding into personal when Wanda moved to actually talking to him in the halls or common rooms. She wished him a good trip when he headed back to the farm to visit his brother's family. She smiled when he returned.






The Queen, In Exile



I don't even know what to tell you. This fic, this fic. The letter asked for so many things that hit my buttons and I just wanted to write it when I saw that letter and pounced fast before someone else could grab it. Then I hit crunch time and their voices weren't working for me, I wasn't sold on the relationship like [livejournal.com profile] aurilly, my recip wanted, and really the big problem was getting the crossover to work to my exacting standards.

Handwaving works to a point, but the more I dug into Narnia, the more I was convinced that the rings would never strand Susan out of time. She was just a little too young for Bucky in their original times and my recipient wanted Bucky, not the Winter Soldier, which I slowly began to realize I only knew through fandom osmosis.

Prince Caspian saved me. I started my canon review with The Horse and His Boy to pick up the royal speech patterns, but there was also commentary on Susan's personality that made me think of the other book, and behold! Royal speech patterns! I dug in and there was this throwaway line from Aslan about chinks between the worlds. I pounced on that so hard and the fic started pulling together from Susan's side. The more I read, the more I loved her. I kept in mind Lewis's saying that basically Susan's story was a more mature, complicated story rather than a children's one. He wasn't trying to say, she had a life, that's bad, so I dug into that because I wanted to do her justice without destroying what the book was really trying to say en brief.

So basically Susan, chinks and chasms between worlds that all work differently, and Aslan in all of them.

Then He sends her back to the MCU and I'm home free, right, because I've done all the brainstorming for her and Bucky and why they work and their scenes together? Yeah, no. I know Winter Soldier in MCU fine enough from watching CA2, but I really never watched all of Bucky's material (or almost any) in the first movie and I had to go canon review him and watch and watch and watch until I felt like I had a handle on him.

In short, this was an unexpected fic I never expected to get the reaction it did. I'm a little awed by how many people liked it and how well. I barely resisted writing Clint + Susan archery contest fic. And my nonny beta was gloriously awesome. Like awesome, awesome.

So. Have a fic.

The Queen, in Exile (4119 words) by scribblemyname
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Chronicles of Narnia - C. S. Lewis, Captain America (Movies)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Susan Pevensie
Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Susan Pevensie
Additional Tags: Crossover, Realm Hopping, Post-Canon, First Meeting, Developing Relationship
Summary:

Bucky isn't the only one who's lost everything. He was born in 1917. She was queen in another world. Susan is someone he never expected to find.

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lest we ever forgetlife is like a tangled dreamwe'll take this way too far
counting up the lines on the highwaygo tell the world that I'm still alivesing me anything you want
scale the walls around my heartlet me hold your handeven in the darkest night



we'll take this way too far



They are not children. Shift never bothers to explain this, never points out to their targets that they were brought down by adolescents and younger. She just digs in the knife, cuts the wires, and washes the blood off her hands before keeping vigil by the beds of her own.

She loves these men and women in their child bodies, loves them because they're hers, and she'll protect them with everything she is: all her fierceness, all her strength. She cradles them in her arms and whispers truths into their ears to block out the nightmares.

This wasn't our choice. We'll make it out. It wasn't your fault. You're alive.

They look at her with ancient eyes. They are not children, but their hands are clean of blood. She washed them herself.


go tell the world that I'm still alive



They all think that Mirage is dead. She slips out of silence and failure to communicate to drop beside her brother at his campfire. He is not surprised, and she has never expected less of him. She would have been disappointed had he not known she would come.

"Kalien," he rumbles softly in a man's voice.

The last time she heard him speak, he was a boy, scrawny but strong and protective. He wrapped himself around her when she could not protect herself.

She places her palms on her knees and kneels before the fire, a promise to keep her abilities to herself and away from causing him harm. "Kiernan," she says, respect in her tone because he is the one person left she has any for.

His name was Rett and her name was Anna to the man who abused them so badly. His name is Storm and her name is Mirage to the ones who know them now. But between each other, they have always gone by the names their mother gave them.

He stares at her with dark eyes, unreadable. She would think less of him if she saw unmitigated affection. He leans forward, breathes, "Sister."

She waits a moment, a beat of a heart, a crackle of flame. "Brother," she answers with a warmth in her voice she will only ever save for him.


scale the walls around my heart



Rachelle reads each entry as Justus casts them aside, paper forays into the Word of a God he wishes he could stop believing in.

Justus was raised unlike Rachelle. He was raised to right and wrong, good and bad, and he still has a conscience that bruises him for all the things he's done.

She reads this journal he is writing to his God about every word of this Book he is reading again, every argument in which she recognizes Shift's dark resignation, every scattering of Justus' own stubborn hope. And there she finds the description of a virtuous wife and stops cold when she sees what Justus thinks of her.

Rachelle is not virtuous by her own understanding. She is not a good woman in the eyes of this world that has treated her harshly and been treated harshly in return. She is not a good daughter, not a good anything but perhaps a sister, and here Justus writes that she will do him good and not evil all the days of her life, that she is the blessing he has received from all that has happened.

She doesn't know what to make of it, and she is no romantic, but when she sinks down onto the bed beside him that night, she brushes gentle fingers over his sleeping face and feels a flare of something soft and protective and wholly unlike the fierce, harsh way she has guarded him before. She wonders if this is what others call in love.
scribblemyname: (T-Minus 2 Days: sibling!Xavier)
...that I know exactly what I want to write and have stories clamoring about inside my brain, including this stubborn treat for Rare Pair Fest, and they absolutely will. not. be. written?

:headdesk:

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