presque vu

Presque Vu      Chapter 9

TW: Smut.  So very much smut


   “Oh wow!”  Shannon stood in the middle of Raina’s living room, surrounded by a riot of brightly colored fabric and art supplies while she cleared away space on the sofa.  “What is all this?”

   “Sorry. I’m finishing up my final project for the semester, I have to present it on Friday.  I forgot I had left everything out earlier.” She quickly tucked some of the larger pieces back into their bins, started up some music and gestured for him to have a seat.  “Do you want a drink or anything?”

   He sat down and patted the space next to him.  “I think ’ or anything’ sounds good.”

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anonymous asked:

Presque Vu?

Presque Vu is a story that poured out of me in a torrent. The story is about 70K long and I think I wrote it in less than a month. As such, it shows a lot of ragged emotional edges that normally I would file away from a story as too personal.

I don’t know if I’ve confessed this before, but here it is:

Arthur’s dream, after Mal dies, is my dream. I never remember my dreams, but this one has never left me. It came the night after my best friend’s funeral, and it’s lingered with me, every single detail. I like to think it was her telling me she was okay, and that I needed to stop being such a fucking pussy and sobbing uncontrollably. I remember sitting next to her in a theater and dragging her into my arms like it could keep her there with me and smelling the sharp lemon of my own perfume, and how it felt to wake myself up crying after. 

A lot of times people have asked me how to write something compelling, what makes a story good and emotionally resonant. I think it’s the willingness to excavate yourself, to give away your happiness and horror in equal measure. It’s not easy, but it’s the reason some stories will land like a fist around your heart, squeezing, others like a knife to the gut mid-twist. 

(And to the other people to asked: It’s unlikely I will write in Inception fandom again, but never say never and all that jazz.)

Presque Vu    Chapter 10

TW:  Smut.  Spanking.


  Raina stared at the phone, the text message waiting there making her head spin.

  Green. Yellow. Red. Tell me what those colors mean Raina

 She had dropped Shannon back off the bar to get his truck before heading into work.  They had lingered there in the parking lot for several minutes before he left her, exchanging slow, wet kisses and promises to get together again soon.  He hadn’t mentioned anything about her revelation that she was seeing someone else since she had told him in the bar and she was grateful that he seemed to be willing to let it go. It probably meant he was seeing other people too, and she was fine with that. And since she didn’t have to worry about Shannon it left her the whole drive into work to think about what she was going to do about Jared. She had thought about texting him back that morning,  but wasn’t sure what to say after their exchange last night and tossed her phone into the bottom of her purse to be dealt with later.  She didn’t know what she even wanted from him.  Now as she sat down for lunch, she wondered what exactly she had gotten herself into. Cautiously, she typed her reply.

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anonymous asked:

Top 5 fanfic authors of all time? Favourite fic by each of those and why? What are your top 5 fics of all time? Or top 10 if you can't narrow it down any more. You're either my first or second favourite fanfic author ever and my top five fics of yours (in no order) are 'Snake, Wolf', 'reverse', 'Stormborn', 'glitter and gold' and (currently; the fifth changes) 'my bones'. I adore 'Cry Havoc 2' but it's painful to read (in a good way) so I don't read it often and 'Bite' will be up there soon too.

Oh god. Um. I think it would be…

1) Vathara

1. Entanglements, 2. River of Stars, 3. Project Asclepius, 4. Lone Flower, 5. Upon a Fiery Steed

2) Tierfal

1. Systole, 2. Diplomatic Excursions and Other Ways to Die, 3. The Twelfth Cup of Coffee, 4. But Not Buried This Time, 5. Simple Things

3) Tozette

1. The One-and-a-Half Body Problem, 2. The Fair Maiden, 3. The Natural Habitat of Haruno Sakura, 4. Teamwork: a Teacher’s Guide, 5. Several Things You’re Not Looking For

4) rageprufrock

1. Only As Directed, 2. Presque Vu, 3. Early Returns, 4. Three Castles, 5. White Wedding

5) canistakahari

1. If You’re Into It, 2. Say My Name (And Every Color Illuminates), 3. Run (I’m a Natural Disaster), 4. Aftershocks, 5. It’s Super Effective!

Top 5 fics would have to be…

1) Entanglements by Vathara

2) Convergence by blacknoise

3) To Be Invisible by Vathara

4) Only Bridges To by tb_ll57

5) this time tomorrow (where were we?) by dorcas_gustine

virgina-woolf  asked:

when i was 16 i read presque vu and then printed it out and put it in a binder to show my friend whose parents didn't let her online. also, i was once on a LOT of benadryl after being in the hospital for an allergic reaction and i spent my recuperation time reading that fic and crying to the song "hallelujah" (jeff buckley version) while thinking about arthur and mal's friendship. some of that was because of the benadryl and some of it was because presque vu is VERY good.

If it makes you feel any better Presque Vu makes me cry, too, because I always remember that I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED IT off of the AO3 which is a thing I did not think functional humans who are capable of wearing pants and holding full time jobs were even capable of doing. 

anonymous asked:

What are your top ten fave fics (or fic authors, since maybe all your fave fics are already on that poker pair list 😂)

oooooooo thats hard lmfao yeah ur right all my fav dgm fics are on that list lololol damn ten is a big number let’s see if i can do this esdrfg i’m gonna kinda chop and mix between the authors of my favourite fics and the best fics from my favourite authors, but i cant keep it to one fandom sorry lololol anD also i cant really ???? put them in a specific order???? lmao i love all the authors for their various styles and stories, but let’s see how i go ahahaha

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anonymous asked:

Goodness gracious, I'm not the anon who requested the first one but could you write a follow up drabble for that Deja Vu story with Reaper please? That destroyed me but I cant get enough of the angstttt. :')

Presque vu (noun, from French, meaning “almost seen”) is the intense feeling of being on the very brink of a powerful epiphany, insight, or revelation, without actually achieving the revelation. The feeling is often therefore associated with a frustrating, tantalizing sense of incompleteness or near-completeness.


“Who was that”, you asked, voice thick and heavy with confusion, bewilderment. Your evac from the Talon base had been swift, the information you had acquired only half what it should have been. But you couldn’t find it in you to focus on the failure of the mission. All your mind could seem to recall is that voice. Why did you know that voice? Why did that name sound so familiar?

“He iz nothing but a criminal”, Angela answered, trying to keep her tone steady, normal. But you could hear the underlying layer of agitation, the attempts to try and keep her clipped tone under control. There was a miniscule tick in her left eye, a tell that she wasn’t quite able to clamp down all the way on. She…was lying.

You had never questioned the woman, trusted her wholeheartedly and believed in her goodness and honesty. She had saved you, hadn’t she? Why would she lie to you? What purpose would that serve you. And why did you know what to look for? Your mind was quickly going through tells; signs someone was being disingenuous, a skill that Angela had not taught you.

Act natural.Make her believe that you believe her.

Your mind ordered and you listened, forcing the tension out of your shoulders, your brow relaxing as you nodded your head and actually smiled at her. You gently took Angela’s hands in your own, sighing softly in ‘relief’.

“Thank you Ang”, you said, tilting your head to the side in a sweet gesture. “He really really shook me up. I don’t know what I’d do without you here.”

You watched Angela’s face go soft as she squeezed your hands back and smiled, tension relaxing in her shoulders. She wasn’t worried anymore, pulling you into a tight hug and rubbing your back warmly. You kept your body relaxed, your arms squeezing her back a little harder than normal. Showing her your ‘true’ appreciation.

“Of course”, she said as she pulled away, looking you over with a smile. “I am happy to help. Why don’t you go back to your room and get some rest?”

You nodded your head with a smile and turned towards your room, your steps calm and collected until you entered your room. Your hand drifted to your head, running your fingers to your hair as you tried to calm yourself down. You chewed on the inside of your cheek as you sank down onto your bed, brows furrowed as you tried to figure out just what the hell all of that was. Fighting being familiar had been explained, it was muscle memory from before you lost your memory. But reading microexpressions, manipulating someone emotionally, that was new. But at the same time it wasn’t…Just like that man…

‘Te amo.’

‘Te Quiero Besar’

‘Mi reina’

‘Tu me vuelves loca!’

‘Princesita’

‘Y/N’

That deep, husky voice played in your mind like clockwork, making your chest ache painfully for reasons you didn’t understand. Your head didn’t punish you now when they thought back to those words but you had absolutely no idea what to do with those memories. There was still no face to put to that image other than the tall, monster of a man. The man who took the image of the barn owl, of Santa Muerte, of new beginnings and protection from evil. Your brow furrowed even tighter. How did you know all this?

You set a candle down at an altar, it was small and personal but yours. Santa Muerte shrouded, a skeleton face with long robes sat at the center. An apple. Coffee and caramel candies. A barn owl. The sickly sweet scent of tequila. A thick stack of bills. A single shotgun shell.

‘Protect him on his passage…’

Your shoulders jumped in surprise as tears that you hadn’t even known were there fell down your cheeks. Your fingers shook as they lifted, pushing them away only for more tears to replace them. A sob bubbled up from your chest, aching and painful but…relieved? Your arms wrapped tight around you as you tried to calm yourself down, your mind racing but always returning to one line of thought.

You knew the Reaper and he knew you. And you were going to find out how.


Reaper’s fingers flew across the keyboard, search after search coming to a dead end on Talon’s mainframe. His agitation was visible, plumes of smoke rolling off of his body as he slammed his hand down on the holo-keyboard only to have it dissipate.

You had died in Lagos last year. They had found a body. There was a fucking funeral. He had made sure your grave was always covered in flowers. He had listened to you prattle on and on about the language of flowers, watched you make floral arrangements just as easily as you could disassemble a gun or break through someone’s security. His place used to smell like a florist and he would complain with a smile only for you to stick a tiny blue forget-me-not into his curls. ‘True love’ you had told him it meant with a kiss, pressing your body into his and smiling up at him. You were his light in the hell that Blackwatch had thrown you into and that light had been snuffed out…until it wasn’t.

Gabriel growled; deep, low and monstrous sounding anger rippling through him. The death certificate had been signed by none other than Overwatch’s resident mad doctor, Angela Ziegler. The one who turned a boy into a cyborg monstrosity and then manipulated him into fighting until it thoroughly broke his spirit. The one who had played god and turned Gabriel Reyes into Reaper, and left him to fucking die when it seemed his body would not hold together. He was seething. He had mourned you, prayed to Santa Muerte for your journey and had reached out to you on Dia de los Muertos. And all this time, this witch had you.

And she had done something to you. Gabriel couldn’t erase the scared look that had been in your big brown eyes, couldn’t unsee you going completely blank when he said your name. Realization sparkled as you came to before something slammed down on those memories, pain flashing across your beautiful face before you became frantic to get away from him. His humanity had been stripped away in pieces when he had been brought back; the need to consume souls, the aching cool emptiness that would fill his core satiated by death and vengeance, the need to violently correct what had caused the fall of Overwatch and Blackwatch. But seeing you had set a fire off inside of him, reawakening a loving need that he didn’t know he still had. His mind tried to convince him that it was a trick, that this was a clone or an AI or something other than the dead woman that had been buried. But he knew that wasn’t true, he could see your soul, could see that this was his woman. He was more smoke than person as he seethed, moving away from the computer and beginning to formulate a plan in his mind.


“Voy a matar a esa bruja”

Presque Vu    Chapter 11

Author’s Note:  I just wanted to say thank you for reading and thank you for the comments and feedback.  I’ve updated the tags list but if I’ve missed you please just let me know.  


   When Raina had finished, Jared took the empty water bottle and sat it on the nightstand.  He then placed his finger under her chin and drew her up so that she was facing him.

  “Okay, now that you’ve had a chance to settle down, I’m going to ask again. Are you okay?” he said, blue eyes peering at her intensely.  

   She nodded.  “I’m good.”  She leaned forward and pressed her lips lightly to his.  “And I really am sorry I was such a brat.”

  “Well we’ve already dealt with that portion of things, so let’s let it go.” He kissed her back, running his thumb along her cheekbone.  “How do you feel about continuing this though?”

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anonymous asked:

I seem to remember you mentioning in an ask some time ago that you used to be into Inception in a big way, and so I thought it PRUdent (oh god, I'm terrible) to ask if you ever read Presque Vu by rageprufrock?Because (a good 7 years late to the party) I finally read it in attempt to fill the void that No Less Unthinkable (also by rageprufrock just to clarify) left and FILL THE VOID IT DID I am DYING is anyone even into Inception anymore??? I NEED TO SHARE MY FEELINGS WITH SOMEBODY

MY FRIEND. I’m actually re-reading a ton of Inception fics atm because of ~nostalgia~, so HIGH FIVE!

Yeah, Inception was the first fandom I ever wrote proper fic for, so I have very fond memories of it. (I still have so many WIPs for it sitting in a folder on my laptop, lmaooo.)

Presque Vu is such a fandom classic, oh my god. *nostalgia intensifies* I confess I don’t read a lot of YOI fics, so I’ve yet to check out rageprufrock’s offerings to the fandom, but their Inception stuff is A++. Off the top of my head, whiskyrunner, the_ragnarok, earlgreytea68, jibrailis, and enjambament all have AMAZING Inception works. (If you’re also into BBC Sherlock, earlgreytea’s works are fandom classics there.)

WELCOME TO THE FANDOM, FRIEND!!!

Presque Vu    Chapter 8

     Raina tried to stick to her normal routine for the next few days.  She resisted calling Shannon right back and instead put the finishing touches on her final project for the semester, studied, and kept Val from having meltdowns.  She didn’t tell Cassie about the call from Jared, wanting to avoid that conversation. She did, however, add the entire 30 Seconds to Mars collection to her workout playlist.  She had heard a few songs over the years but had never really paid them much attention.  She regretted that now as she found she was actually very fond of their music.  She loved having Jared’s voice in her ear as she hit the elliptical and hearing Shannon in the background.  It also gave her time to think.

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Presque Vu

Rating: T (mild coarse language)

Words: ~4700

Links: FFN // AO3

Summary: Presque vu, the intense feeling of being at the brink of an epiphany. // Leo is dense, Elliot is in love, and Oz is a cupid, or at least trying to be. // Fluffy Elleo modern AU.

Happy birthday, Leo! // October 25

The companion piece to this artwork.

This is also for PHPM prompt #4: love.

Let it be said that Elliot was an idiot. An utterly clueless, clumsy idiot.

Because Leo had always known that Elliot was tactless at best, and a walking disaster at worst, but he hadn’t figured it was to this extent. Sometimes he wondered how such a prominent family like the Nightrays could completely overlook the delicate art of not sticking your foot into your mouth every other time you open it. But evidently it was possible, because that was exactly what Elliot did.

To be fair, he did have a certain amount of grace when maneuvering any sort of casual human interaction, but even the tiniest bit outside the acquaintance zone and he would just flounder pathetically.

So that was a foregone conclusion, and you would think he’d at least have the sense to tactfully retreat from such social situations, but no, Elliot would tackle them head-on and get his sorry ass handed to him.

It was probably out of some cosmic hiccup that he had actually managed to form a somewhat functional friendship with Leo, though the functional part was debatable, honestly. And even with Oz, it was more of Oz made friends with Elliot, and Elliot grudgingly accepted that Oz just wouldn’t leave him alone. So in the end, Elliot failed horribly at dealing with people in any even slightly intimate circumstances.

Which made it all the more painful when Valentine’s Day rolled around.

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This reclist is for dear Kass who loves inception and arthur/eames but didn’t know the enormity and amazingness of the fanfics of our fandom and that is just sad as hell 

In our line of work by enjambment (link)
This is the first one I ever read of the fandom and it should be yours too. My absolute favorite (15.000 words) 

Lines that we draw by VIII_XIII (link)
Fluff, emotional, artist!eames. Fandom Gold. (21.000)

Keep the car running by earlgreytea68 (link) (series)
The best crossover ever written. Crossed with bbc sherlock, but a/e centric. So you have amazing moriarty plot + dreamsharing what more do you want. (And mycroft being himself ofc). (first part is 125.000) 

Presque vu by ragepunfrock (link)
You will cry at least once and this is the backstory that is probably just fanon now. Reads like a book. (69.000) 

Specificity by swtalmnd (link
Some adorable teashop AU to help you cope with all the angst in this fandom. 

White-collar crime by paxlux (link
This story is so short but manages to pack in so much emotion. Loved everything about this. (2.000) 

And we’ll never be lonely anymore by poorwendy (link)
The after college AU you never knew you needed with some delicious long term pining. (39.000)

Lucky by earlgreytea68 (link)
Because you need a baby fic in every fandom. (37.000)


Has someone other fics that need to be read by our new addition to the family?

((The only reason you didn’t get more is I really need to study. I had 20 tabs open Kass, and that isn’t even 1/5 of my bookmarks. You are in for some reading…;)) 

@robinscherbatski @iamanonniemouse @opalescentgold @a-forger-and-a-point-man @malfunctioningtotem @monologues91 @boredpsychopath-jc

Presque Vu    Chapter 7

Sorry I wasn’t able to get this posted yesterday, we had unexpected visitors.

tw: smut

  Cassidy opened the pizza box and sat it back down on the counter before handing an empty plate to Raina.  “So,” she asked, “what are you going to tell Jared?”

   Raina had come over to Cassie and Aaron’s for their weekly pizza and beer night (or just pizza for Cassie these days) and Cassie had grilled her for every detail about her encounters with Jared and Shannon. She had been hesitant to share at first, embarrassed by how intense things had gotten with Jared so quickly, but after Aaron had taken his beer and excused himself to go watch the game on TV, Cassie had slowly coaxed the details out of her.  Raina expected her to be shocked, but if she had been, she hadn’t shown it.  “Why do I have to tell Jared anything? He’s not my boyfriend.  He hasn’t even called me back.”

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Strange Phenomena of the Mind

Déjà Vu - the experience of being certain that you have experienced or seen a new situation previously – you feel as though the event has already happened or is repeating itself. The experience is usually accompanied by a strong sense of familiarity and a sense of eeriness, strangeness, or weirdness. The “previous” experience is usually attributed to a dream, but sometimes there is a firm sense that it has truly occurred in the past.

Déjà Vécu - is what most people are experiencing when they think they are experiencing deja vu. Déjà vu is the sense of having seen something before, whereas déjà vécu is the experience of having seen an event before, but in great detail – such as recognizing smells and sounds. This is also usually accompanied by a very strong feeling of knowing what is going to come next. 

Déjà Visité -  a less common experience and it involves an uncanny knowledge of a new place. For example, you may know your way around a new town or a landscape despite having never been there, and knowing that it is impossible for you to have this knowledge. Déjà visité is about spatial and geographical relationships, while déjà vécu is about temporal occurrences. Nathaniel Hawthorne wrote about an experience of this in his book “Our Old Home” in which he visited a ruined castle and had a full knowledge of its layout. He was later able to trace the experience to a poem he had read many years early by Alexander Pope in which the castle was accurately described.

Déjà Senti - Déjà senti is the phenomenon of having “already felt” something. This is exclusively a mental phenomenon and seldom remains in your memory afterwards. In the words of a person having experienced it: “What is occupying the attention is what has occupied it before, and indeed has been familiar, but has been forgotten for a time, and now is recovered with a slight sense of satisfaction as if it had been sought for. The recollection is always started by another person’s voice, or by my own verbalized thought, or by what I am reading and mentally verbalize; and I think that during the abnormal state I generally verbalize some such phrase of simple recognition as ‘Oh yes—I see’, ‘Of course—I remember’, etc., but a minute or two later I can recollect neither the words nor the verbalized thought which gave rise to the recollection. I only find strongly that they resemble what I have felt before under similar abnormal conditions.”

Jamais Vu - Jamais vu (never seen) describes a familiar situation which is not recognized. It is often considered to be the opposite of déjà vu and it involves a sense of eeriness. The observer does not recognize the situation despite knowing rationally that they have been there before. It is commonly explained as when a person momentarily doesn’t recognize a person, word, or place that they know. Chris Moulin, of Leeds University, asked 92 volunteers to write out “door” 30 times in 60 seconds. He reported that 68 per cent of his guinea pigs showed symptoms of jamais vu, such as beginning to doubt that “door” was a real word. This has lead him to believe that jamais vu may be a symptom of brain fatigue.

Presque Vu - Presque vu is very similar to the “tip of the tongue” sensation – it is the strong feeling that you are about to experience an epiphany – though the epiphany seldom comes. The term “presque vu” means “almost seen”. The sensation of presque vu can be very disorienting and distracting.

Presque Vu    Chapter 6

 cw: very light smut

 “Cassidy!” Raina tried not to panic as Cassie tried to explain that she had thought Raina liked Shannon after the way she had been flirting and the way she had let him chase her around the day before.  “What the heck am I going to tell him?”

   “Well,” Cassie asked, “what do you want to tell him?”

   “I…” Raina had no idea.  She hadn’t even entertained the thought before now.  She remembered the way he laughed at his own jokes, not in an arrogant way but as if he knew exactly how cheesy he was being and didn’t care; the ferocious grin that always followed, the way those strong arms of his had felt when he picked her up.  He definitely had appeal.  But how would it look, going out with him when she had just spent the night with his brother?

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anonymous asked:

Psst. Hi. I have recently acquired a 1.5 hour daily commute. Do you or any of your followers have any Inception podfic recs?

Hi! So sorry I’m late! It’s been a busy few days.

🎧 Inception Podfic Recs 🎧

  • The Audiofic archive. This is a podfic-hosting website that’s been popular in slash fandom for years. It pre-dates AO3 by several years so there’s undoubtedly a bunch of stuff there that’s not crossposted to AO3. (link to the Inception category).
  • pennyplainknits For podfics, I think most people in the fandom would rec Penny because she has that great British accent that makes Eames’ voice that much more authentic. You have to basically scroll through her audiofic archive pages to find the Inception fics (including some RPF and DC-verse crossovers), but it’s all on these pages: herehere, and here.
  • Undoubtedly pennyplainknits’ biggest podfic contribution to the fandom is her massive and music-filled podfic of Plor’s Steinway ‘verse. The first giant fic in the series is in audiobook form here (there’s also a non-music version but to remove the music from this fic is unthinkable so I’m just not linking that one, lol). And she also did the sequel as part of a gorgeous transmedia project, hereBut Penny has also podficced a bunch of weatherfront fics and since weatherfront is one of my favorites I also have to recommend all of her readings of those, too. :)
  • kansouame is an absolute powerhouse of a podfic recorder. You can find all 63 of her Inception podfics at AO3. (link here).
  • anatsuno is a super-prolific podficcer; she’s done so many fics of such wide variety and length. You can get to her Inception podfics on the audiofic archive, links here (Inception starts about halfway down the page), here, and here. Some of these are also cross-posted on AO3 here. She’s done so many major fandom classics I recommend just going through and taking your pick, haha.
  •  chestnut-podfic is another super-prolific Inception podficcer; all 20 of her inception podfics are on AO3. (link here) If you like helenish, you definitely want to check out her reading of Patience, a Steady Hand (link).

🎧 A Few Others 🎧

  • bessyboo’s recording of The Cold Side of the Pillow by lanyon is fabulous. This is a criminally under-known fic and this is a great rendition of it.

  • aphelant’s reading of Everything’s Magic (the wereunicorn AU :D) is delightful. (Audiobook) (mp3)

  • Me! I made a podfic of Lives I’ve Pursued by Indysaur—streamable on YouTube but there’s a download as well.
Okay, I think… I think I am done for the night. This should hopefully tide you over for a while.

Oh, and congrats on the job and/or new life adventure requiring train travel! :D Enjoy!