laurent, prince of vere ─ “
When laced into his clothing, Laurent’s dangerous grace lent him an almost androgynous quality. Or perhaps it was more accurate to say that it was rare to associate Laurent with a physical body at all: you were always dealing with a m i n d. ”
Ah, another new year, another new rec list. So, to reiterate, fics could have been started at the very end of 2015, but they had to have been finished in 2016 to count for the rec list. So fics can’t have started in 2016 and finished these past few days - those fics won’t count for this list.
*** The main fics recced on this list will be Sterek, but I also read a few other fics from other fandoms this year and I wish to share them on this list too. Enjoy!
Promises can be broken. Stiles’ love for Derek cannot.
That’s a fact.
But maybe Derek needs to hear it anyway.
*the office by stilinskisparkles (3,197 words | Rated T | One-Shot)
“Sure, I like him,” Derek scowls right at the camera, “We’re friends.” He blinks, expression suddenly going hopeful, “Why, did he say something?”
“I have worked at Beacon Hills Office Supplies for two and a half years,” Stiles pretends to hang himself with his tie, glances out of the conference room to where Derek is signing for a package with a suspicious look on his face. “It’s not all bad, I guess?”
It’s still preseason, sure, but he needs to be practicing. He led the team to the State semifinals last year, and he’s determined to not only make it to the finals this year, but to win the title. He should be on the field right now, practicing his play calls and prepping for next week’s season opener against Saint Pius.
And he can’t do that if he’s wasting his time in detention with these losers. There are a couple of burnouts lazing over some seats by the window, one kid with his face on a desk, hood over his head, and a few Goth kids are sitting in the back corner, looking surly and morose. Maybe you wouldn’t be so miserable if you didn’t listen to such shitty music, he thinks, turning towards his usual seat in the back of the room.
He pauses for the briefest of moments when he sees who’s already sitting there, in the second-to-last row, black-clad limbs spread out, acoustic guitar in his lap, long fingers casually plucking at the strings.
The clouds that threatened rain earlier in the day have subsided, bunching themselves cosily near the horizon as though they’re aware that what Laurent needs more than anything else is a good sunset to serve as a backdrop. Laurent sits in the grass near the edge of the headland, looking down onto the dark sand of the beach. The water shades abruptly from turquoise to teal a few hundred metres offshore, a meandering divide that becomes less and less distinct as the sun creeps down.
Part of the reason Laurent has been so strict with the show’s budget is that he’s been determined, all along, to produce a finale that is truly spectacular. Sunsets over the ocean aren’t exactly easy to come by, on Australia’s east coast, and it’s an irony of geography that the nearest west coast belongs to another country entirely.
But that makes it better, Laurent thinks, gazing out over the vista of Te Henga. Crossing the sea. The romance of destination.
“I don’t suppose you’d be prepared to give us a hint,” says a voice from behind him.
Jokaste steps up next to him; Laurent has to tilt his head to take her in. Her hair is braided back, one plait forming a headband and the others looped intricately into a knot at the back of her head. She’s wearing a long flowing dress of pale lavender, just a shade away from overtly bridal, and it somehow manages to accentuate the porcelain of her skin instead of calling out unpleasant pink or yellow tones. Laurent makes a note to give someone in wardrobe a bonus for that.
“You do know who he’s going to choose, don’t you?” she says.
ooommmmgggggggggg, I have had sooooooo many MESSAGES about SKAM that I couldn’t ANSWER because I’ve been so BUSY, but now I am HERE to CHANGE! YOUR! LIVES!
so: Skam is a Norwegian multimedia/tv series about a group of teenagers, wherein each season is hyper-focused on a different character. it deals with all sorts of Teen Issues – sexuality, addiction, mental illness – without being preachy, dramatic or unrealistic. (think a way more creative and in-depth version of Skins, except TEN THOUSAND TIMES BETTER and not consummately ridiculous.) season 3 is currently airing, and stars sunshiney snapback child Isak, who’s coming to terms with his sexuality and super into Grecian youth vibes Even. it is, without a doubt, one of the best portrayals of ~coming out~ I have ever seen in all my long years of devouring Gay Media. Norway has managed to single-handedly redeem 2016.
the episodes air on Friday nights, but the clips that make up the episode are released during the week – every clip has a day and time attached, and is put up online on that day at that time. when there are no clips, there are screencaps of text messages, or, even better, real-time instagram posts. texts and IG posts aren’t included in the episodes, but give you loads of background; FOR INSTANCE, in the latest episode we jump from Isak and Even in Isak’s kitchen on Saturday morning to Isak at school on Tuesday, which: fine, but we know from the texts and IG post that Even stayed at Isak’s all weekend until Monday morning (and that Isak did Something in the shower).
the BEST THING about this weird as hell format is that you’re not sitting around waiting a week for new content. last week the Big Scene happened on Friday night, and then on Saturday fucking morning there was a new clip. and then a suggestive IG post on Sunday. and then a racy text message on Monday. and then a clip on Tuesday. more texts. a clip on Thursday. texts. a 14-minute-long behemoth of a clip last night that resulted in my staying up until 3am Being Upset and then stress-buying 7 books today in an attempt to #cleanse my #soul. so, yeah. it’s all-consuming and immersive and I have spent the past week sneaking out of places in order to watch clips in toilet cubicles. (did I mention that everything is a. in Norwegian and b. not subtitled? so you get the added fun of becoming an expert in reading facial expressions and tone of voice while taking a crash-course in a foreign language and learning to be very, very patient. it has changed me as a person.)
almost every file has now exceeded its playback/download limit, but it’s easy to get around this: right click on an episode, click ‘make a copy’, and it’ll copy the episode into your google drive. (I think you automatically have a google drive if you have a googlemail/gmail email address, but I’m not 100% sure. you may have to sign up for something with google to get a google drive. it will be worth it.) once the episode has copied you can watch it in your google drive or download it if, like me, you’re too impatient to wait for it to process.
you don’t need to have watched seasons 1 and 2 (about incredibly cool girls Eva and Noora, respectively) to understand anything about season 3, so you can start there. obviously feel free to start at season 1, but don’t feel bad if you want to leap straight to Isak. the Gay Agenda rules us all. I can confirm that once you’ve watched season 3 you’re going to want to CONSUME EVERYTHING, and not just because you’ll be able to watch yung repressed side-character Isak snapbacking around on the fringes.
if you’re still not convinced: they keep paralleling Isak and Even with Baz Luhrmann’s Romeo + Juliet. last night they cut from a sweet, chaste elevator scene to a slow-mo sex scene just as The Weeknd dropped the beat in High For This. this morning I cried in public to a Norwegian pop song. our group chat changed its year+ long Captive Prince/Hick Gryleshaw crossover name to NO GODS NO FØKKBOYS in honour of our collective and complete descent into Scandinavian Hell.
so yeah. watch Skam. succumb. resistance is futile.
i am currently rereading the captive prince trilogy which made me think about the first time i read the captive prince trilogy (in one 24-hour span, of which less than 4 were spent sleeping) so i have collected some of my livetweets from that time
I think what I love most about Laurent and Damen together is that they don’t lose themselves, they become more like themselves instead. They become more like the people they were supposed to be. just because they’ve finally found the person who loves and accepts and sees them for exactly who they are.
going into his trial, Laurent felt ready to die because he thought that what he and Damen had together on the way to Ios was more happiness than he ever believed he would get
but when Damen showed up at his trial, he realized that he wasn’t ready to die after all because his death would hurt Damen just as much as Damen’s death would hurt him. Damen walked into that trial, risking everything by doing so, and brought with him a future of love that Laurent never realized was an option for him. he saw in Damen a lifetime of love and happiness and desperately wished to live to experience it.