#written by me
damn it I started fleshing out the Princess Bride AU in my head and I kind of want to write it now. I just like… am not invested enough in this show to want to write fic for it. usually I have to be a fan of something for at least like a year, and be latched onto the characters like a leech, before I write fic for it (OR I have to hate it and think I can do it better, as in the case of that one Game of Thrones fic I attempted)… but like aaahhh I have some fun ideas. but I’ll just read the one Princess Bride AU I saw in the tag and if anyone else writes one please let me know
I have 2 ofmd fic ideas but I cannot be fucking bothered to write them. I just would not enjoy writing these characters I don’t think. So if anyone wants fic ideas. I’m probably gonna post them
ok here’s the two ideas:
1. Ed receives a letter from Stede explaining things but he can’t read it, so he makes Jim read it to him. Jim gets accidentally a bit choked up when they read that Olu is alive and well, but tries to cover it up. Ed and Jim bond over pretending not to have emotions
2. Princess Bride AU. I thought of this last night and immediately thought “I’m sure someone’s done this already” which, according to AO3, at least one person has. but I’m not sure if they thought of the concept of Jim and Olu as Inigo and Fezzik. obviously changing some of the elements of the Inigo and Fezzik characters, if that’s not obvious, but just like. the love, the revenge, the kindness. also in this version, Stede and Ed have a very similar meeting and separation as they do in canon, only Stede doesn’t know the name “Blackbeard”, so when he leaves Ed to go back to his wife (in this version, obviously, “Humperdinck” is not evil), Ed spreads the rumor that “Edward Teach is dead, and Blackbeard has taken his life”, making Stede hate Blackbeard. so, like the Dread Pirate Roberts, basically, if that’s not obvious. I feel like I’m explaining it too much. you just have to really love the heart of the Princess Bride as a movie, but not adhere to its plot too strictly, for this AU, I think
I am NOT gonna write these, and even if I somehow end up eating my words and writing them anyway, I’d love to see others’ interpretations, so please tag me in them if you write them, because I’m not gonna check the AO3 tag myself, there’s way too many fics in there
I have 2 ofmd fic ideas but I cannot be fucking bothered to write them. I just would not enjoy writing these characters I don’t think. So if anyone wants fic ideas. I’m probably gonna post them
let me pretend it’s autumn again
grey skies, clouds and rain
all the pitter patter, flitter flutter
of raindrops, and then the leaves
the leaning into winter…
the cosy, the comfort
the slowing down of hearts and homes
the freezing, the wonder
A list of winter aesthetics
- Holding hands under blankets
- Listening to old songs and letting them carry you to an another time
- Owning a journal and filling it with your favourite moments of the season so you won’t forget about them because they will become moments from your past one day so they are important
- Picking up a random book from your dusty shelf and daring to finish it
- Covering yourself with tones of clothes from head to toe
- Sleepovers with friends
- Having lunch dates with friends in their car while the rain is pouring outside
- Hydrating and moisturizing
- Drawing symbols on the windows covered with humidity
- Spending your free time napping or getting cozy under your blankets while watching your favorite movie
- Making handmade cards then sending them to your dearest people
- Rescuing stray cats and giving them shelter
- Romanticizing your life by thinking that everything you do is worth the care and admiration
- Reading, reading and reading
- Going to art exhibitions of artists you’ve never heard of
- Long walks alone or with your friends and making up back stories for people you see on the street
- Waking up early than usual when the world is still asleep
- Listening to some playlists made by strangers on the internet
- The agreeable warmth of your cocoa cup between your hands
- Feeling the delicate coldness of the snowflakes on your skin
A list of lovely moments and feelings
- Slow dances to your favorite tune alone or with someone you love
- Random and unexpected hugs
- Handwritten letters
- The smell of books and the sound of turning pages
- Hearing the phrase “I love you”
- Compliments from strangers
- Returned smiles
- Someone playing with your hair
- Sunrises and sunsets
- Handwritten notes found in old books
- Cardigans, big sweaters and knitted socks
- The taste of food after a long, tiring day
- When you finish reading a great book and you feel like you’ve lost a good friend forever
- Feeling the cold wind caressing you skin and hair
- When you’re at the beach and you close your eyes to listen to the sounds of ocean waves crushing against the shore
- Playing with children and hearing them laugh
- Making lists
- Long, meaningful discussions with someone who means a lot to you
- Slow kisses
- Being brave enough to do the right thing
- Hearing “this made me think of you” and “I miss you”
- Playing with animals on the street
- Visiting your grandparents
- Long peaceful baths
- unexpected car trips
- No homework
- The excitement of new beginnings
- Waking up after remembering a nice dream
“I could have loved a man like you.” Her eyes are sad but a smile graces her beautiful face. She has flowers in her hair, a simple coiffure for a woman who will have to work from now on.
Athos woke up, startled. Her words won’t go away, they haunt him in his sleep at night and crawl into his consciousness in the middle of the day. Unwanted memories. Was it not Aramis the one with a penchant for women? Now, whenever Athos is not consumed by thoughts of revenge for her, his mind only conjures images of la Comtesse de Larroque. No, not la Comtesse, Ninon. Another trait they share: to the word, la Comtesse de Larroque was dead, and le Comte de la Fére did not exist anymore. Two people running away from their past. They had both been living an idyll, a life too good to be true. And then, a bit by choice and a bit because there is no other choice for people like them, they are banished from the places that had brought them both happiness and agony. A bedroom, a library. So many ghosts that still needed to be chased away.
Athos got up from his pallet, stretched his muscles, and stared at the small mirror on the wall in front of him. The man staring back had bloodshot eyes, and a beard longer than he remembered. A single white hair on his left temple had appeared. The life of a musketeer might make you feel younger but it does not stop the clock from ticking, old man. So much time spent drinking, so much self recrimination for what might have been if only he… If only.
Would Ninon be another ‘if only’ in his life? If only she had not been his life at all. If only he had made himself see behind the rebellious side of Ninon, if only that had not reminded him of her. But, then, what would he have done? Followed her? Lived in sin with her? And do what? What life was there for him if not that of a musketeer?
But man does not live forever. And a life regretting does not bring peace.
Athos was not certain what had made him decide to go look for her, he only knew nothing else made sense. He wanted to see her, to see if the spark between them had not been a dream after all.
Finding her will not be easy, of course.
“I will not be silenced. But, I promise, you will not hear my voice.”
And a powerful voice can always be heard, no matter how softly it whispers.
(to be continued
hopefully)*
Comments and suggestions are welcomed. If I have made any mistake, feel free to message me and point it out, I will correct them as soon as possible. Whenever you see ‘she’ or ‘her’ in italics I am referring to Milady de Winter- Athos cannot find it in himself to speak or think her name.
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For your horror viewing pleasure. The short film I wrote and directed a few years ago.
