#Whatever this ot3 is called what is it i'm dying to KNOW

[sauce-cat]

I want to reconcile the violence in your heart

[dxringred]

yk i can see op’s pov and your pov so i wont even get in there… but people are saying wild takes in your asks when the opinion was about /that/ day and not the whole thing and its valid to prefer “+ot3” (ion even know why in every r/nance stuff it has to have st/ddie or chr/ssyvickie tho when those shippers (the first ones especially) often ignore robin&nancy but thats another convo). i dont think nancy is ooc in your au (if anything st/ddies tend to do that and sometimes some ronancers ig like robin knowing how to use a gun... we need to be serious that girl would choose a lamp or other weird object to defend herself/other ppl like mike does in certain scenes). ppl suddenly forgot what an AU is. and about the tags.. our tag has been flooded by st/ddie since the beginning, 1 or 2 more posts kinda related to the ship are nothing. anyway people tend to forget that we all have different hcs and we are not forced to take one as a fact. sigh.

i really like your content (mostly ww!robin, the lowkey toy story au and the premise for academic rivals au🫶) especially how you took werewolf robin and gave us angsty stuff and not just puppy stuff so i hope this doesnt make you go away from the fandom permanently bc i genuinely appreciate every post/au/prompt whatever you gave us. sorry for the rant!!!

yeah, people (well, mostly one person) really blew it out of the water for no reason. thankfully the OP is really friendly and reasonable, it's just a shame someone else felt the need to insert themselves and misrepresent the situation on both sides instead of just letting them handle it themselves if they'd wanted to. (and we won't get into how that person is in their 30s and mostly interacting with minors/teens who call them "miss daddy".)

the take wasn't even about dis/liking the sapphic senate, it was just a suggestion about how i thought a more open prompt would've given a wider variety of results since not everyone is going to ship that poly. (and i'm aware the OP initially never imagined it would blow up this much, it's just that if i was ever going to share a prompt list like that, i personally would've made it more open-ended anyway just in case.) and please, the anon complaining about the one post T0T all my most recent posts in the tag have literally been explicitly ronance related; with all the tag spamming we've had to endure, especially right at the beginning, and with ste/ddies still continuing to clog up the tag, why is this the hill you're dying on?

and i'm glad you like my content !! i will definitely be back, it's just a matter of when. it would take a lot more than some petty anons and someone old enough to know better with a grudge to make me leave for good asdfghjk. for now, i'm just dreading the start of clairisatober tomorrow-

[heytheredeann]

Hello!

I know you mentioned you're busy now, so feel free to ignore this prompt or take as much time as you need with it. You just write hurt/comfort so well I wanted to see this idea come to life in your writing, so I thought I'd send you the prompt and see if you like it. Without further ado, here's the prompt: Sometime quite early into working for UNCLE, Napoleon gets injured on a mission and loses lots of blood (not enough to be a life-threatening emergency, but enough to affect him). For whatever reason, they have to wait overnight in a flimsy safe house without any access to professional medcial care. Due to blood loss, Napoleon is kinda woozy and sleepy, but also very cold and Illya seems the perfect shape and size for a heater. Napoleon has to convince Illya to cuddle him while he sleeps because he's injured, so he shouldn't have to suffer being cold on the top of it, thank you very much. Illya'd be at the stage when he either doesn't realise he has any feelings for Napoleon or is in denial (hence it takes some convincing from Napoleon). I'm primarily a Napollya shipper, but I don't mind gen or OT3 fics, so feel free to add Gaby to the cuddle pile if you want to. No pressure to write the fic, though.

I hope this isn't too bothersome and that you'll have an amazing week!

Here it is! This ended up staying in gen/pre-slash territory, as most of my fics, but I had a lot of fun with it and I hope you enjoy <3 Thank you for the prompt!

He tried to keep quiet about it, alright? He does realize that they’ve all had a long day and that he has been complaining quite a lot, because he got stabbed – “It’s just a cut, Cowboy, you are not dying, stop squirming.” – and he’s tired because Illya helped him walk instead of giving him a free ride, which was horribly rude of him—so, when he started getting really cold, he figured he would just tough it out and wait for sleep to overcome him anyway. He’s so exhausted that it shouldn’t be a problem, right?

Wrong, because an eternity later he’s still lying there, still as a statue because if he moves he’ll touch the cold unforgiving mattress, and he can’t even curl up because he is being held together by unprofessionally done stitches and everything hurts. The blanket thrown on top of the sheets isn’t even that warm. He is going to die.

Fortunately for him, Illya chooses that exact moment to come back inside the room, which is clearly a sign from the universe.

“Peril,” he calls, and admittedly it comes out a little whiny. “I’m cold.”

Illya blinks at him for a few moments, he isn’t sure if because he needs a minute to process the words or because he’s taking in the pathetic sight and wondering if he should be making fun of him for it. “Okay,” he ends up muttering, his eyes darting around the room for a few moments until he eventually shakes his head and heads to the second twin bed in the room, tearing off the blanket.

He carefully sets it up over the one that Napoleon is already lying under, and he’s suddenly grateful for the blood loss, because he feels a little bad about having deprived him of his blanket and a lot uncomfortable with the compromising position he’s in, but tired as he is he doesn’t have it in him to care all that much, he just wants to be comfortable so he can sleep.

“Better?” Illya asks, quickly pulling back and straightening himself up.

Napoleon really should say yes and let him go to sleep. Instead, what comes out is an uncertain sound that Illya correctly interprets as a ‘not really’. In his defence, the cold is right there in his bones, the bed all around him is icy and—suddenly, it occurs to him how warm Illya looks, how much heat he radiates whenever they are sitting close together, and he feels very sorry that this particular safehouse came equipped with two beds. Of all the times to be efficient the damn agency had to choose today, didn’t it?

[More on Ao3]

[wolves-in-the-world]

(negativity ahead)

firstly? this quote - "I think the reason Hardison and I work so well is because he was the first person who really knew me" - in the context of What Would Work For Eliot? kinda broke me! how can they say that and not realise what they're saying.

I'm kinda ambivalent on the ot3, in the "it's nice to read and hear about but I like it queerplatonic too and am weak for platonic life vows" way. I am presently much less ambivalent and much more specifically against whatever the heck went down in this season, what the hell, nobody deserved that. (though I'm a little less Bring Back Maria Better and a bit more Bring Back Mikel And/Or Quinn If I Could Trust The Writers With That.)

secondly? something I really appreciated about original leverage was how, as well as just being generally feel-good, episodes basically never ended in a bad situation. the one exception I can think of is Nate handcuffed and bleeding on the ship, and even that? it must've hit very different at the time, not knowing if Nate would survive - but watching years later, it was kinda bittersweet. Sophie was back! they kissed! the others got to safety! Nate successfully screwed Sterling over and cheerfully called himself a thief!

...and, well, I am someone who can get twitchy and uncomfortable at certain topics and leverage always dealt with them gently. and it just feels like some of that is missing in redemption.

maybe I'm misremembering, but I don't think original leverage would've have killed off five people we'd seen and liked at any time other than the very beginning of an episode, when we expect bad shit to have already happened. I don't ever remember people dying because the team got caught off guard that badly. I don't remember anyone dying on their watch. (so we get to see Eliot more off than we ever have before. we see Parker contemplating murder more seriously than perhaps she ever has.)

it's... a different rulebook. and one I'm glad to know to expect now, because ouch.

and yeah, no, I loved certain parts - Robert Blanche, the Jackal, Hurley, bits of the train job especially Harry and Breanna, and definitely others I'll remember when I see the posts about it. just, oof.

well, I'm caught up

[jeremichal-archive]

the lone tower

send me a made-up fic title and i'll tell you what i would write to go with it

the obvious one for this- the first thing that comes to mind- is a play on rapunzel but I think I could go further. 

so first off, the pairing would probably be jeremwood or jeremichael. OR jeremyan (lets be honest, why have a love triangle when you can have an ot3)

jeremy’s pov because I've been on a kick for that boy lately. jeremy has a small shack in the woods, just past the outskirts of a village and he’s the epitome of an introvert. barely goes into town, has his own garden, has one friend (ray, because shhh). 

he’s used to living alone, and then suddenly there's a man at his door with tear tracks drying on his face, bleeding wounds and shabby clothes. Jeremy pulls him inside, cause he’s sweet like that and helps clean up the boy. tends to his wounds and takes care of him, feeds him and lets him sleep. and the boy tells him his name (Michael) and Jeremy needs to know what happened, but Michael refuses to tell him. he’s all secretive and the second he’s not moments away from dying, he wants to Go.

Michael sneaks out in the middle of the night, three days later and suddenly Jeremy is back to being alone. only this time he’s curious and not at all ready to let the injured boy out of his mind. he checks the forest, tries to look for tracks and comes up empty. he goes into town and asks ray if he’s ever met a kid called Michael before (nope). so Jeremy's fucked. and then on the way back, something catches his eye. a long narrow dirt path that cuts through the forest, and he’s not sure why he’s never noticed it before, but he has now. 

so he follows the length, pushes past the brambles and trips over three times- it’s a long walk, but he ends up coming up to a little tower that sorta shimmers? if he looks at it too long it kinda disappears? he decides to ignore it and just check it out- cause Michael could be here. he pushes open the small wooden door and steps inside, and things just change. the walls grow cleaner and pristine, the floor loses its coating of dirt and evens out. furniture forms and light filters through the previously nonexistent windows. 

and Michael is sitting on a chair to his left, with an older man’s head in his lap.

Jeremy doesn’t know what quite to do, but Michael snaps up straight and suddenly he’s hit full force two arms pushing him back. “out. get out! are you stupid, you can't be in here!” Michael screams and Jeremy flinches back, refusing to let the door shut. 

“what. what do you mean? what’s going on, Michael,” he says and he watches the other man climb to his feet shakily. and then he notices the chains? scars? burns? whatever they are, they wrap around the man’s wrists and ankles, black like vines that seem to suck the colour from his skin. 

(i’ve already written much more than I planned, so I'm gonna do the short version from here.) 

turns out Michael left Jeremy to come back to Ryan, who is trapped in this tower. 

michael had been lost in the woods years before, found the tower and then found Ryan as a result. 

ryan has been cursed to stay in the tower forever, and when Michael entered and let the door swing shut behind him, he too was stuck in there as well. 

a few days earlier, Michael tried everything he could to escape from the tower and somehow managed to get out. thing is, he doesn’t know how.

he could have left, could have stayed with Jeremy instead of going back to Ryan. but Michael’s fucking gay and he loves the trapped asshole, so of course, he has to go back

Jeremy stays outside, doesn’t get his stupid ass trapped inside with the others too.

he keeps coming to the tower, talking with the other two to try and figure out a way to get them both free. 

Jeremy is also very gay (pan to be exact) and very quickly falls head over heels for the trapped boys.

in a night of desperation, he goes to Ray for help and talks to him and his boyfriend (Geoff, because shhhhHHHH) and Geoff tells him that there is a particularly bad species of plant that has magical effects and is used in a lot of spells (aka, curses).

Jeremy goes home, and with the help of his little garden, figures out a cure for Ryan.

he goes back to the tower and comes face to face with a man that is just the definition of Cruel. he’s outside the tower, staring up at it with pride and Jeremy knows that this is who done the mean thing to Ryan.

turns out, the dickhead didn’t like Ryan turning down his marriage proposal and decided to keep him for his self until he saw sense. then Michael came along and well that’s two handsome boys for the price of one. Jeremy will make the third.

Jeremy refuses, dickhead fights him and manages to get him inside. Michael and Ryan are devastated.

Jeremy shows them the cure he made. perfect amount for three people. 

turns out dickhead can’t fight three people at once, even with his magic powers and the boys cart him into town, and hand him over to jack (the town sheriff).

Michael and Ryan do that sad quiet thing where they’re like?? well?? I guess we better leave?? better find somewhere to stay for the night??

and Jeremy just fucking rolls his eyes and tells them to just come home with him.

happy boys end up getting together and everything is good. happy ending