Brief update: Still writing in The Musketeers fandom.

Aramis still hot:


Title: Biomechanical Recordings [experimental, no subtitles]
Author: Donna Immaculata
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Aramis/Athos
Word count: 2,807
Summary/Notes: A hastily written PWP, because breathtaken, etoiledemer and mellyflori enabled me evilly, like the evil enableresses that they are, and demanded I write some kinky porn with feelings. So there we are.
Part of a projected but not-as-yet written modern AU, where they are all indie filmmakers in contemporary Berlin. Expect pretentious titles and popcultural references.


Title: In Corpore Sano
Author: Donna Immaculata
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Aramis, Athos, Porthos (Trois Mousquetaires)
Additional Tags: BROT3, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Shaving, Bathing/Washing, Linen’s Carnal Value
Summary: Aramis thinks he has to deal with the aftermath of Marsac’s death alone. Athos and Porthos disagree.
Notes: This is an extended scene of the last chapter of Ars Moriendi, but can be read as a stand-alone. It didn't fit the themes or the atmosphere of Ars Moriendi, which is why I wrote it as a separate fic.

Title: Angel Lust
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Aramis/d'Artagnan
Word count: 1991
Additional tags: Intercrural Sex, PWP, Erotic Asphyxiation
Summary: An unrepentant PWP and quickie born out of a how-on-earth-did-we-get-here? conversation with monamemonetoile about d'Artagnan escaping a hanging and getting shagged by Aramis against a tree. With the noose still around his neck.

Angel Lust on AO3

Shameless porn, featuring these two and a noose:

Title: Ars Moriendi
Author: Donna Immaculata
Rating: Mature for disturbing themes
Characters: Aramis, Athos, Porthos, d'Artagnan
Status: WIP
Word count: 3285 for chapter 1
Summary: In the wake of Marsac's burial, Aramis doesn't sleep.
Notes: Inspired by the idea I’ve seen pop up in several places that Marsac would come back as a zombie, as evidenced by Aramis leaving the sword stuck in his grave for him. Despite the silly-sounding premise, this is not a crack fic - quite the contrary, actually.
Inspired by The Dying of the Light by Cunien

Ars Moriendi on AO3

Well, at least it's not porn this time. It's angst and horror instead, which I inflict on Aramis because I love him.


Pictured: not a happy bunny

So, I gave in and got myself a Tumblr. I'm donnaimmaculata there as well, because this is my preferred fannish identity on the Internets. Any of you available to be followed? I'm not sure if I will use the account actively, but I'd like to be able to look at pretty pictures. Oh, and if anyone has any tips as to tumblrs that one should follow, let me know.

Also, I wrote fic again. Doctor Who (because Ten is hot) and The Musketeers (because Aramis is hot). Yep, these are my fic-writing standards.

Title: the boy without a name was silent
Author: Donna Immaculata
Fandom: Doctor Who
Prompt: #14 - Author, in the Sanatorium, with an umbrella, in a mobile library
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Jack/Tenth Doctor
Word count: 500
Spoilers/warnings: none
Summary: All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. Told in five drabbles of 100 words each.
Notes: Title taken from Michael Ende’s Neverending Story. Many thanks to L. for the beta!

the boy without a name was silent on wintercompanion


Title: A Good Soldier
Author: Donna Immaculata
Fandom: The Musketeers
Rating: NC-17/Explicit
Pairing: Aramis/Tréville
Word count: 4448
Spoilers: for episode 4
Summary/Notes: Written as answer to deacertes' prompt: I have this idea that Aramis doesn't really know what to do with himself after laying Marsac to rest. He trudges around in the rain for hours before finding himself back in Treville's office staring at the bloodstains on the floor. Which is where Treville finds him... I like my Treville toppy and caring

The thing got bloody long, because they just wouldn't stop angsting. But I managed to make them do sex in the end.

A Good Soldier on AO3

And just to reiterate: This is the sole reason I'm writing in The Musketeers fandom at all:

*delurks*

So, I've been wondering: is it worth getting a Tumblr account? Is that where fandom is taking place these days and where everyone has wandered off to? It's time to admit I'm totally out of the loop.

On plus side: I've managed to write fic in a new fandom. I'm not getting too excited about it, because I know myself and know that it won't last, but for the time being I'm indulging in a very nostalgic sort of crush:


He does look very lickable, doesn't he?

Look, I don't think that The Musketeers is a brilliant show. In fact, I got bored halfway through and stopped watching - stunning visuals notwithstanding - but then I gave it a chance, watched it all in a marathon session and decided to revive a crush from 30 years ago, when Aramis used to look like this:



Yeah, the new version is better. My ten-year-old self is weeping for the missed chance. Seriously, my ten-year-old self would so have loved to have had the new revamped Aramis to perv over. He has been specifically designed to appeal to my ten-year-old self's (and teenage self's) aesthetic requirements. And while my present-day self appreciates the visuals, it is not entirely overwhelmed by them. It's too sad.

But that didn't stop me from writing porn for him. And angst. Well, the angst is Marsac's, because Marsac is The Musketeers' verse's Sirius Black (which makes Aramis Remus Lupin, which explains a lot).

Title: Dance Macabre
Author: Donna Immaculata
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Aramis/Marsac
Word count: 4718
Warnings: Angst, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Hand Jobs, Mutual Masturbation, PTSD, Miscommunication, Catholic Guilt, Death Wish
Summary: Meeting Aramis again after all those years sparks something within him back to life.
Spoilers: For episode 4 - The Good Soldier

Dance Macabre on AO3

Copying this from magnetic_pole, who is organising the LGBTQ month of recs again:


Enjoyed any queer- or trans-themed media recently? lgbtq_recs, an annual month-long comm to exchange recommendations for LGBTQ-themed stuff--books, TV, movies, graphic novels, websites, radio shows, podcasts, etc.--is running again this year throughout the month of June. 

Stop by this year's sign-up post to get us started or scroll through previous years' master lists to get a sense of what folks have recced in the past. You can rec recent releases or older favorites, fiction or non-fiction, light entertainment or serious studies, whatever you'd like. 

If you've never participated before, it's very informal and fun. Recs of all types of media are welcome, and you can write as much or as little as you want in the rec itself. If you can't think of anything to rec, just follow the comm for suggestions for new books, movies, etc.

April is almost over and I haven't posted anything this month. Therefore, have a couple of long overdue recs:

The HP Beholder is currently running, my favourite HP exchange of all times. And my gift fic is truly fabulous:

Author: ???
Title: No Charity
Rating: PG
Pairing: Aunt Marge/Rita Skeeter
Word Count: 3200
Warnings/Content: None
Summary: Rita sets out on a tough assignment – to interview Miss Marjorie Dursley.

To quote my own comment:

First and foremost, the pairing is inspired. I love the humour of the whole piece, I was grinning all the way through, despite the harsh mood swing brought about by the morning after confrontation. It might seem that their relationship is over even before it began, but this is not how it feels. It feels like the beginning of something, not the end.

The entire story is very Pratchett-esque in that it is a lighthearted humorous piece on the face of it. But just like in Pratchett's books, the humour mostly derives from your turn of phrase. Underneath, it is a poignant and melancholy character piece with a bittersweet ending, sketched very skilfully with only a few words. So much remains unsaid, lurking just outside our field of vision: the ongoing conflict between the magical and the Muggle world, Marjorie's deep trauma, Rita's attempt to leave herself behind and be somebody else.

This fic reads actually like a teaser, the prelude to a bigger story: you can tell that Rita and Marjorie would be a good match. They would fight constantly, but they would fight on equal terms.

Link to fic: No Charity


Today, I read a heartbreaking Aberforth/Severus fic, which pushes so many of my buttons it's unreal:

Author: ???
Title: A Lonely Road
Rating: R
Pairings: Severus Snape/Aberforth Dumbledore
Word Count: 4,800
Warnings/Content Information (Highlight to View): *anal intercourse, age disparity, angst, alcohol, violence towards an animal, reference to a canon death (Albus Dumbledore's)*.
Summary: Two men. Dark times. Conversations which fail to communicate; communication through silence.

Again, quoting my own comment:

Oh, this is exquisite! Such a tense, atmospheric tale, so very dark yet with tiny specks of light interspersed throughout. I love the pairing; I don't think I've ever read it before, which is odd, because it makes a lot of sense. Aberforth and Severus are both torn between and tortured by the love and resentment they have for Albus. Aberforth would be the one to guess what his brother is putting Snape through. The way they understand each other without talking about what is going on, the way they both understand the necessity of secrecy, it all rings very true.

The slow, understated understanding, Severus despair and loneliness, their affection for each other and for Albus - it's all heartbreaking. And the last line is the killer.

Link to fic: A Lonely Road


I also participated in this year's Winter Companions exchange, and here, too, I was gifted with a fantastic fic:

Title: A vignette from the 2nd hour of Dark on an unnamed station orbiting a dead zone planet.
Author: anonymous
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Jack Harkness/Tenth Doctor
Spoilers/warnings: fetishistic self-harm, depression, knifeplay, mild drug use
Summary: Jack doesn't ask to go and the Doctor doesn't offer.

It's dark and needy and absolutely them. They are using the power of the vortex as their fetish, and it is exactly what I imagine Ten to get off on. And Jack, oh, desperate, damaged Jack. His need to feel good, whatever the cost, is palpable.

Link to fic: A vignette from the 2nd hour of Dark on an unnamed station orbiting a dead zone planet

So, David Tennant, god bless him, continues to provide fannish inspiration. This is an idea that I've been toying with ever since I first watched Broadchurch last year. There are just so many parallels to Blackpool, I've never believed that DT has not realised it. Hence, it made perfect sense to be used for my metafiction/friends-to-lovers fic for the trope bingo challenge.

Title: Lessons Learned - A Best Practice Guide to Broadchurch
Author: Donna Immaculata
Fandom: Blackpool/Broadchurch crossover
Summary: The Blackpool vs. Broadchurch face-off, or: Lessons DI Hardy should have remembered from a previous life. Oh, if only he'd been a time traveller!
Rating: PG-13
Genre: crossover, picspam, meta
Word count: 800
Pic count: 45
Notes: Written for the trope bingo challenge, Round 3, simultaneous double line bingo using the tropes: metafiction and friends to lovers/friends with benefits

Lessons Learned - A Best-Practice Guide to Broadchurch

For fic-writing purposes, I need to learn as much as I can about everyday life in public schools in Edwardian England. Does anyone happen to have a link or a book recommendation handy? It would be most helpful and might result in porn.

My second contribution to the lupin_snape exchange has been posted. The prompt was:

Not established relationship. R or NC-17. After the death of Dumbledore, R searches for S and for answers. He finds him in hiding and they argue, perhaps even fight, but end up in bed. Tenderness, not hate sex, comforting of mutual pain. In the morning, they must go their separate ways. Tone: bittersweet

A straightforward, old-fashioned hurt/comfort fic:

Title: But the Loom of Life Never Stops
Author: Donna Immaculata
Summary: After the death of Dumbledore, Remus tracks down Severus in hiding.
Rating: NC-17
Genre: angst, hurt/comfort
Word count: 8781
Notes: Title lifted from Henry Ward Beecher's Life Thoughts: "We sleep, but the loom of life never stops; and the pattern which was weaving when the sun went down is weaving when it comes up tomorrow."

But the Loom of Life Never Stops

My Remus, btw, has always looked like this - looong before David Tennant entered our lives and made them brighter:



Very thin, with a thin face and good hair that falls into his eyes (canon!), in his late 30s and not too old looking, definitely no moustache. No scars, either, because Harry would have commented on them. I will never forgive the films for what they did to Remus. David Tennant in the scene pictured above made me instantly think of Remus Lupin; there's a certain loneliness and melancholia that fits him well.