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fan_flashworks2012-02-11 01:38 pm
aoifes_isle) wrote in fan_flashworks2012-02-11 01:38 pm
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Honorverse: Fanfic: Daydreamers
Title: Daydreamers
Fandom: Honor Harrington Series - David Weber
Rating: PG
Length: 425 words
Content notes: Honor/Hamish/Emily (canon threesome). No archive warnings apply.
Author notes: Takes place somewhere between War of Honor and At All Costs.
Summary: Three moments. One from each character's PoV.
Emily smiled. And it was a happy smile, despite the spike of pain that still echoed through her. Honor and Hamish were beautiful together and even without Samantha's reassurances, she could almost taste their devotion to her. She did envy Honor her health. Her ability to touch Hamish - but she also envied Hamish his ability to touch Honor.
The younger woman was beautiful and Emily conjured a daydream that lent a more serene smile to her face. The way Honor moved, effortlessly graceful and the touches she and her husband exchanged almost unthinkingly when in private fed Emily's fantasies.
Sometimes she wondered if Honor realised that if Emily had been uninjured, it would have been Emily coaxing her into bed? And she wondered as well if her husband realised how much her own tastes had rubbed off on him...
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She was more a daughter of Grayson than she acknowledged openly. She found far too much comfort sitting at the feet of her lover's wife, Emily's working hand fiddling with her hair.
Somewhere along the line she'd fallen in love with the older woman as well. Nimitz had bleeked in amusement when she'd said it out loud, and she'd nearly withheld his celery in punishment when he'd signed "Finally!" at her.
Hamish-and-Emily had become the foundation she needed and it no longer felt strange to say that. Or to realise that it was both of them that had and there was no guilt left over her dreams. There was a tiny bit of her that wondered if this was where she had always belonged. If Emily hadn't been injured - if Haven hadn't invaded - if Paul hadn't been killed - would she still have ended up here?
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He loved them both deeply. He deserved neither of them. And every so often he wondered why none of Honor's armsmen had killed him to protect her. There were a whole litany of reasons it shouldn't have worked, but perhaps he'd been contaminated just enough by his time on Grayson that he'd figured out how to love them both.
He missed being able to touch Emily. He still dreamed of doing so, but he loved her deeply despite everything. It had, admittedly, taken him the best part of the two years Honor had been thought dead to realise he could love both women without diminishing either of them.
(And if he was to be honest, there were nights when Honor was away with Eighth fleet when he dreamed of Honor and an uninjured Emily together. How had he ended up loving a second woman who fitted his wife's tastes so well?)
Fandom: Honor Harrington Series - David Weber
Rating: PG
Length: 425 words
Content notes: Honor/Hamish/Emily (canon threesome). No archive warnings apply.
Author notes: Takes place somewhere between War of Honor and At All Costs.
Summary: Three moments. One from each character's PoV.
Emily smiled. And it was a happy smile, despite the spike of pain that still echoed through her. Honor and Hamish were beautiful together and even without Samantha's reassurances, she could almost taste their devotion to her. She did envy Honor her health. Her ability to touch Hamish - but she also envied Hamish his ability to touch Honor.
The younger woman was beautiful and Emily conjured a daydream that lent a more serene smile to her face. The way Honor moved, effortlessly graceful and the touches she and her husband exchanged almost unthinkingly when in private fed Emily's fantasies.
Sometimes she wondered if Honor realised that if Emily had been uninjured, it would have been Emily coaxing her into bed? And she wondered as well if her husband realised how much her own tastes had rubbed off on him...
She was more a daughter of Grayson than she acknowledged openly. She found far too much comfort sitting at the feet of her lover's wife, Emily's working hand fiddling with her hair.
Somewhere along the line she'd fallen in love with the older woman as well. Nimitz had bleeked in amusement when she'd said it out loud, and she'd nearly withheld his celery in punishment when he'd signed "Finally!" at her.
Hamish-and-Emily had become the foundation she needed and it no longer felt strange to say that. Or to realise that it was both of them that had and there was no guilt left over her dreams. There was a tiny bit of her that wondered if this was where she had always belonged. If Emily hadn't been injured - if Haven hadn't invaded - if Paul hadn't been killed - would she still have ended up here?
He loved them both deeply. He deserved neither of them. And every so often he wondered why none of Honor's armsmen had killed him to protect her. There were a whole litany of reasons it shouldn't have worked, but perhaps he'd been contaminated just enough by his time on Grayson that he'd figured out how to love them both.
He missed being able to touch Emily. He still dreamed of doing so, but he loved her deeply despite everything. It had, admittedly, taken him the best part of the two years Honor had been thought dead to realise he could love both women without diminishing either of them.
(And if he was to be honest, there were nights when Honor was away with Eighth fleet when he dreamed of Honor and an uninjured Emily together. How had he ended up loving a second woman who fitted his wife's tastes so well?)
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And she wondered as well if her husband realised how much her own tastes had rubbed off on him...
*hearts*
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It's a very small fandom, fic-wise. The book series is military space opera on a very grand scale, but I'm enjoying messing around with character dynamics wise. And there's enough space to play when you look - this trio is canon. It's a M/F/F trio, with an ace M/F & F/F couple and a sexual M/F one - it's as fun to play with as the other possibilities.
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<3
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Thank you. I guess I'm managing to do something right if I manage to convey that well - their dynamic is only sort of hinted at in the books, but it's such fun to explore.
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I very much like these people and the care they have for one another.
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Where did you get up to? There's a bit of a shift away from the hard-military-scifi edge (though I do love it) towards more of the politics and diplomacy, with a side in tree-cats coming out into the open and you might be able to get away with a précis and jumping in later in the series this time ...
And I take that as a complement and a half that you're thinking of trying the canon again because of something I wrote!
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Two links then. A really, really good fic from Elizabeth's PoV, which goes up to the beginning of Ashes of Victory: Five Scenes from the Life of Elizabeth III, which gives a 'quick' overview of what's happened from a character we don't hear much from early on.
And the current free-to-distribute Baen eBook CD, which has all except the two very newest Honor books on - here - you want the Mission of Honor CD ...