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kinetic-elaboration · 5 months

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December 24: Miller/Bryan, Boyfriends

This is literally the least Christmas-y thing I could write on Christmas Eve but I just had the urge to write some angsty Miller/Bryan stuff instead of trying to do fluff. I'm just not in the fluff mood.

This is in the same universe as this scene, is extremely self-indulgent, and may or may not be good, but it was fun.

Canon-divergent, S3-era, ~760 words, some sexual content

Written in 22 minutes

When they were dating on the Ark, they would fantasize often about domesticity. They'd find quarters together as soon as they turned eighteen, either on Alpha or on Farm, or anywhere else that would take them; they'd sleep together in a bed big enough for two. They'd develop some sort of morning routine. Their clothes would get mixed up. They'd kiss at every threshold, before parting, upon meeting.

Miller was a damned romantic in those days too: trading stolen goods for extra ration points and extra ration points for private time in the mess and a dinner for two; memorizing love sonnets; handing Bryan sprigs of plants from the fields on Farm as if they were bouquets. Some of the gestures made Bryan laugh. But always with such fondness. And after Miller was arrested, they promised to stay faithful—Bryan promised to visit and promised to wait—and so everyone in the Sky Box said they were married. That was the word for couples who believed in a future like that. Miller never told anyone that he proposed for real, with a bit of junk metal fashioned into a ring, as earnest and as quiet and as serious as he'd ever been in his life, never told a single soul that Bryan said yes. Yes Miller would live and as soon as he got out, they'd be married in Miller's father's quarters and afterwards, never separated ever again.

Later, when Bellamy asks, he says he has a boyfriend. Fiancé seems too heavy somehow, like maybe Bellamy will read it as kids playing dress up, or only frown as he does at Sky Box slang he never got the hang of.

It's easier to live with himself, too, when he's got a boyfriend up there or out there or possibly dead, than to let himself go on spinning fantasies about the love of his life.

It's not domestic now and it's not sweet either, or soft, or easy, when they don't know what to say to each other, so every time they meet, they just fuck. Bryan hangs out with Farm mostly, without saying they're family in so many words. Miller’s got his dropship survivors. Thy almost never talk about that now. The scar on his shoulder aches when it's about to rain, and when he puts on the Guard jacket, it feels heavy on his shoulders.

Bryan's assigned quarters in some of the new outbuildings, where they've stuck the rest of the station because all the rooms in Alpha have already been divided up. But it's not hard to sneak over, hardly more of a challenge to sneak Bryan over to his. Bellamy practically lives at Gina's now. Their bed is a double, and it's easy to shove Bryan down on it.

They never get fully undressed and they lie to themselves and say it's because it takes too long, and they need something hot and hard and now, they miss each other so goddamn much. It doesn't hurt the way that sex always hurt in crowded spaces up on the Ark: banged elbow in the supply closet, ache in his back from trying to twist around too much in his single bed, and then he couldn't even catch his breath after, because soon his father would be home. He might say it hurts in a worse way now, like poking an old bruise. Old man, Bryan says, half-smiling, when his heart starts beating too fast and his lungs burn but he's thinking about Bellamy giving him a hand job in this same bed and then about how many people have fucked in it over the last 100 years, and how little it matters, sentimentality like that.

He can feel Bryan's palm pressed close against him, that moment of pressure before his fingers start scrambling for Miller's zip, and he thinks that if he's breathing in the air from Bryan's lungs right now, open mouth to open mouth and the darting slick press of tongues, maybe he's also hearing Bryan's heart in his ears. Maybe they are one person. Maybe that's the rhythm he can feel coming of its own accord into his hips, as Bryan straddles on top of him, and they move as if they were fucking, and everything else drowns out and is still.

They haven't mentioned the word marriage since their reunion at the settlement gates. Not even once. No words like boyfriends or domesticity or even home, but again and again he huffs you into Bryan's mouth: you and want and need. You, you, you.

#the 100 #nathan miller #bryan the 100 #bryan #miller x bryan #briller #briller fanfiction #mine #my writing #the year 2023 #2023: free write #the first fic is probably better but the goal here wasn't good it was fun for me #can't emphasize that enough

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shezzarus · 1 year

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sur l'ordre de @jananabananawithnopeel je poste ce headcanon de fanfic que j'ai retrouvé dans mes drafts, si quelqu'un veut se dévouer, allez-y hein

sur ce:

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dans une suite d’un univers parallele de kaamelott, je m’imagine une Guenievre ayant pactisé dans son enfance avec les dieux pour aider le futur Elu roi de bretagne à sauver le pays quoi qu’il arrive. dans cette fanfiction mentale ca implique qu’elle a accepté de se sacrifier en echange force astrale à soulever la nature.

quelque part au milieu d’une nouvelle preparation de bataille contre Lancelot, Mevanwi s’étant retranchée sur quelques terres maudites version Reine des Glaces de Narnia, lors d’une nuit pour préparer un assaut, Guenievre se releve de la couche royale dictée par une fée messagère pour se rendre en forêt, près d’un plan d’eau où lui sont rappelé ce pacte, son engagement, son role; et lui sont donné les consignes qui guideront son geste.

Arthur l’a suivie, de loin. il l’a entendue se lever, il a feint de dormir et lui a emboité le pas hors de leur tente, hors de leur chambre. il arrive au moment où Guenievre se prosterne, genou à terre devant ce spectre et sa cour luisante. le souffle court il l’observe accepter un objet qu’il ne discerne pas tout de suite et son cri s’étrangle lorsque d’un mouvement brusque elle le porte haut, et se l’enfonce dans la poitrine d’une main tremblante mais déterminée. il l’entend qui étouffe un hurlement de douleur et la voit s’affaisser sur elle meme tandis que la foret autour d’eux semble se mettre à tourbillonner, à s’agiter: le vent soulève les feuilles mortes dans une energie furieuse, il lui semble que la terre tremble, les rochers grondent et l’eau remue jusqu’à l’aveugler.

et quand tout se calme lui a l’impression que sa vie s’est effondré avec Guenievre dont le corps offert et inerte a paru briller intensément l’espace de quelques secondes comme pour lui imposer l’évidence qu’elle vient de le quitter pour quelle que raison transcendante. elle lui a été arrachée et il n’a rien pu faire, trop sidéré par ce secret qui le laisse abandonné. hébété, il se précipite vers elle, ignorant l’assemblée magique qui se dissipe et se disperse. il trébuche, l’appelle, peste et la tâtonne l’air hagard lorsqu’il se rend compte qu’effectivement, elle gît dans ses bras.

il pleure jusqu’à l’aube dans cette clairière où tout s’est passé trop vite.

il ne sait pas très bien comment il rentre au camp d’entrainement, fébrile et désespéré, incapable d’expliquer à Léodagan ou Séli ce qui s’est passé. il n’y a que Merlin qui comprend, un air étrange et fermé sur le visage qui ne lui ressemble pas. Merlin d’ailleurs ne dit rien à part d’allonger la Reine sur le lit de soins et que tout le monde doit dégager, mmmm

#kaamelott #kv1 #kaamelott hc #my hcs

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thehangrybi · 3 years

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written for @empressamidala

The Joy of Rediscovering You

Bellamy dug his hands into the threadbare pockets of his jacket to stave off the biting wind. He needed to replace it, desperately, but money was tight with rent being obscenely priced and adjunct professors’ pay is abysmal. New clothes just weren’t a priority. Maybe he needed to take a leaf out of Miller’s book and be a model for these artists that Miller has been working with lately. Some extra cash would certainly be nice.

He scrolled through his text messages and found the address Miller sent him. He was meeting him at one of the aforementioned artist’s studio to help him go ring shopping for his long-time boyfriend, Bryan. Bellamy smiled to himself as he pulled open the door to the studio and clamored up the stairs to the third floor. He was thrilled for his friend and welcomed the distraction from his otherwise quiet existence.

Suite 319 was situated at the far end of the hallway and had paint splatters peaking out from under the door. Just what is this artist like? he wondered as he entered the studio space. The paint splatters continued into the main space and along the closest walls. Stacks of canvases littered the floor space while some exalted pieces cluttered the upper walls, safely out of reach from the paint storm on the cement. Bellamy examined the nearest painting with interest. There was something familiar about the boldness of the brushstrokes and evocative expression in the subject’s eyes. It looked like…but that seemed too unlikely. He shook off the thought.

He spied Miller seated on a folding chair with his shirt off, facing an intimidatingly large easel. He could hear the faint sound of a paintbrush gliding across the canvas and surmised that the artist was still hard at work. He waved at Miller, who nodded and mouthed “five minutes,” and sat down on the nearest chair not drowning in art supplies.

“Okay, Miller, let’s call it a day. I know you have big plans for this evening,” a woman called from behind the easel. “Let me just grab your check and you can be on your merry way.” Her voice was rough and, once again, Bellamy found himself struck by the familiarity of it all.

Miller shrugged back on his shirt and coat and turned to face Bellamy. “Hey. Thanks for waiting. She always runs long when she’s in the zone like that.”

“I dated a girl like that back in college,” Bellamy said. So much of what he was seeing in this studio reminded him of her. It was weird. “I get it.”

“Bellamy? Bellamy Blake?”

Bellamy turned towards the voice calling his name. It just got weirder.

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Top Five Books of i read in 2020:

1. Destiny by Cecelia Ahern 2. Percy Jackson by Rick Riordan 3. Cursed by Thomas Wheeler And that’s it 😭😭

Top Five Ten Fanfictions of 2020:

I especially read a lot of AU on twitter about spn and the 100 but here some fanfiction i’ve read on ao3 or wattpad : 1. French version : De la poésie pour les Poissons by Saturne (spn) English version : Poetry for fish by Saturne (spn) 2. Ensemble pour briller by StellaMuscia (soy luna) 3. Cap ou pas Cap ? Qui gagnera la partie by MickarolLumonFics (soy luna)

And i think that it!

Five good/positive things that happened to you in 2020:

1. I completed my second year of law school :) !! 2. I celebrated my birthday with my friends on july that was fun 3. I helped one of my best friend to organize her birthday on september 4. I met one of my best internet friends and we live ont he same city ! 5. My little cousin was born in january ♥ he’s so cute !

Tagging and wishing Happy New Year 2021 with a lot of hapiness, healt, sucess and prosperity to : @omniavincitamor @saveyoua-seat @reggietheghost @geekyogicheese @edwardalric @darkmisstressofunknown @cursedbycastiel @samwwinchester @kittens-and-skeleton-hats @i-heart-tyrus @ccstiel @bloodysteel @beth-cassidy @madisonreyes @multifandomfinex @robertsbarbie-archive @somewherewebelongg @octaviaskairipas @taylor-morley @you-are-important-nina @captain--steve--rogers @kingjackless @star-light-child @proudtobeadepphead @jory826 @superchocovian @isabellaskyliner @themoonandstarsinhereyes @aureganemerryl And i hope i don’t forget someone omg, thank you all for this year on tumblr ♥ !

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emilywritesfics · 7 years

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Are you still accepting briller prompts? Cause I have one for you: reconciliation after their fight, but it'll take a while for things to be where they used to be between them because their relationship is strained. Whether or not this happens before or after miller goes on the mission with abby is up to you.

This doesn’t really follow the prompt, but………….. idc

I hope you like it!

AO3

Bryan had been avoiding Miller for days. Miller knew why, and he hated it, but he couldn’t bring himself to agree with what they had done.

Finally, after four days, Miller managed to corner Bryan after lunch in the dining hall. He was blocking the path to the only way out, and when Bryan tried to shove past him, Miller grabbed his arm.

“Bryan,” Miller said.

Bryan tried to shake him off.

“What do you want, Nathan?” Bryan asked coldly, after Miller wouldn’t let go. The only people who called Miller Nathan were people who didn’t know him. He told everyone else to call him Miller, and a few of his close friends called him Nate. Bryan knew that.

“I just want to talk to you,” Miller said.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” Bryan said, pulling his arm out of Miller’s grip. Miller let go, and Bryan stormed off.

Two days later, Miller showed up to Bryan’s unit. He had found out that Harper was letting him stay with her until he found somewhere more permanent to stay.

When he opened to door and saw Miller, Bryan almost closed it on him.

“Wait,” Miller said, “please, let us just talk.”

There was a pause before Bryan opened the door far enough to let Miller past.

Miller walked in, and Bryan closed the door behind him. Bryan turned, and stared and Miller and shoved his hands in his pockets.

“You said you wanted to talk,” Bryan said after a few minutes of silence.

“I can’t stand that you’re not talking to me,” Miller said.

“I have nothing to say to you,” Bryan said.

“I’m sorry,” Miller said. “I wish I could say that I think what we did was worth it, but I don’t. We needed that hydro-generator.”

“So we should have left everyone there to die?” Bryan spat.

“We should have found another way,” Miller said.

“What if there wasn’t another way?” Bryan asked.

“Then at least the people of Arkadia would be able to survive the apocalypse,” Miller said.

Bryan didn’t say anything for a moment.

“How can you live with yourself?” he asked.

“We need to survive,” Miller said.

“What if I had been one of the prisoners in farm station?” Bryan asked, “would have wanted to leave me there to die?”

“You weren’t,” Miller said.

“I easily could have been,” Bryan said. “I came down with all of those people. I was just lucky enough to get out. But that doesn’t answer my question. Would you have left me there to die?”

“I don’t know,” Miller said, “it’s not the same.”

“Those are my friends,” Bryan said.

“I know,” Miller said, “and I wish I could agree with you, but I can’t. You’re so good, and you want to save everyone,” he sat down on the bed and dropped his head into his hands, “and I wish I could be like that, but I just can’t. I’ve done horrible things-”

“So have I,” Bryan said.

“But you still want to save everyone,” Miller said, looking up. “I wish I could be like that, but I can’t. I have to make sure we survive. I’m sorry.”

Bryan sat down next to him.

“I know that we needed the hydro-generator,” Bryan said. “And I know that we might have doomed us all by blowing it up, but they’re my friends.”

“I know,” Miller said, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Bryan said. “I get it, I do. I just can’t agree.”

“Does that mean we’re good?” Miller asked.

“Yeah, I guess,” Bryan shrugged.

“Are you going to move back in?” Miller asked.

“There’s not a whole lot of moving,” Bryan said, “all of my stuff is still in your room.”

“If you’re moving back in, it’s our room,” Miller pointed out.

#briller #the 100 #nathan miller #bryan #the 100 fanfiction #my writing #mybriller #mythe100 #Anonymous

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brillermcintyre · 4 years

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One of the billion things @teeandsnowflakes has tagged me in. This is the most recent but shhh I wanted to do this one right now.

Y’all know the drill, I tag whoever wants to do the thing

Pick your top ten ships without reading the questions!

1. Haleb (PLL)

2. Briller (The 100)

3. Rini (HSMTMTS)

4. Snowing (OUAT)

5. Marper (The 100)

6. Falliam (Dynasty)

7. Slexie (Grey’s Anatomy)

8. Grace/Brandon (The Fosters)

9. Tray (Switched at Birth)

10. Gracigail (Dance Academy

1: Do you remember the episode/scene/chapter that you first started shipping 6?

Ummm... Probably when they fake married, tbh.

2: Have you ever read a FanFiction about 2?

I did, actually. (I don’t actually read fanfic that often so this is big for me .-.)

3: Has a picture of 4 ever been your screen saver/profile picture/tumblr avatar?

Heck yeh. This was my screen saver for the longest time.

4: If 7 were to suddenly break up today, what would your reaction be?

...

I REFUSE TO ANSWER THIS QUESTION

5: Why is 1 so important?

Hi this ship has always been my jam. They had a tent scene on my birthday, they protect each other, she wouldn’t admit that they’re meant to spend the rest of their lives together, they got eloped to protect each other, her shampoo smells better, need I go on?

6: Is 9 a funny ship or a serious ship?

Not as serious as the others, but not actually a funny ship?

7: Out of all of your ships listed, which ship has the most chemistry?

I’d say either Haleb or Briller

8: Out of all of the ships, which ship has the strongest bond?

Honestly, probably Snowing. They kinda stayed together, and were cute while doing it, when only one of them could be awake at a time. Plus they share a heart, hence the above.

9: How many times have you read/watched 10’s fandom?

I think I’ve watched the whole series twice, the movie thrice, and was starting to rewatch the series.

10: Which ship has lasted the longest?

Snowing or Haleb

11: How many times, if ever, has 6 broken up?

Ummmm... Once was fake and then... One real one (ish)

12: If the world was suddenly thrust into a zombie apocalypse, which ship would make it out alive, 2 or 8?

Briller or Grandon... Well Briller survived the Alie-pocalypse. Is that the same thing? Imma go with them, because I’m not sure if Grace would be strong enough, health wise -sobs-

14: Is 4 still together?

Forever and always.

15: Is 10 canon?

Nah, they should though.

16: If all ten ships were put into a couple’s Hunger Games, which couple would win?

I’m rooting for Marper.

17: Has anybody ever tried to sabotage 5’s ship?

THE WRITERS

18: Which ship would you defend to the death and beyond?

I think Haleb, because Haleb and Caleb and Hanna.

19: Do you spend hours a day going through 3’s tumblr page?

No, there was a bunch of hate last time I was in there.

20: If an evil witch descended from the sky and told you that you had to pick one of the ten ships to break up forever or else she’d break them all up forever, which ship would you sink?

Gracigail. The witch never specified that they had to be canon.

#about me #I'M UPSET ABOUT QUESTION 4

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kinetic-elaboration · 4 years

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The Road Leads West

Miller/Bryan, ~1500 words, Modern AU

For @skaifayax who requested Briller + summer road trip for my 2020 Summer Celebration.

This is in the same universe as my fic To Our Waking Souls.

They set out early, the sky still edged in pink from sunrise, the neighborhood quiet and empty and still. Miller is not a morning person but his grogginess has turned to clarity, now, on the front step breathing in the scent of new-cut grass and morning dew. Thin, high notes of birdsong fly from the branches of the trees, no other sounds through the silence. He barely slept last night and yet, every time, this moment of leaving animates him: the unreal texture of his own familiar life as he packs it up and sets it aside, and separates himself from his routine. The feeling is not like excitement, but like decision, and confidence, a sureness like the path the front walk takes through the overgrown grass and to the sidewalk, to their car waiting for them by the curb.

He throws his bag in the backseat, then stands for a moment, leaning on the open door with his arm on the car roof, palm flat against the sun-warm metal. He looks out at the houses with their dark windows, how the glass catches the sun.

He's so lost in thoughts that are not thoughts, wordless and more unfocused than he would ever admit, that he does not hear the footsteps behind him, and startles at a sudden touch. He jumps, then settles back, closes his eyes: Bryan's arms are wrapped around him, Bryan's laughter low and close against his ear. "Sorry," he murmurs. "Didn't mean to scare you."

"Guess I'm not really awake yet," Miller answers, half-turning around to face him, starting to smile. He's trapped between Bryan's body and the car, the outline of the door against his back, and he feels every bit of the warm summer morning building—rests his hand against Bryan's cheek and kisses him—a slow and lazy heat.

He used to take road trips all the time, road trips and train trips and backpacking trips, used to be away more often than he was home, used to wonder what counted as home for a person like him. Now it's the house with the pride flag draped over the railing of the front porch and the chickens in the back yard, and Bryan, and this, moments when he does not want to pull away and does not have to. Bryan has never driven across the country. He's never taken any trip that wasn't for necessity. But he's listened to Miller's stories, some of them so often that they feel like old, worn tales by now, listened in the quiet lull of evenings as the weather starts to warm, and they leave their windows open, listened as he stared out at the twilight and played absently with Miller’s fingers, hands trapped gently between hands.

Until he asked him finally where he still wants to go, where he has never been.

Anywhere with you seemed like a cliché, stupid answer. He said it anyway, and did not let himself laugh at himself, or soften the sincere, secret tone of his voice.

Now Bryan disentangles them but doesn't let go, hands at Miller's waist, dragging down, hooking his fingers in Miller’s belt loops. His hair is in his eyes, embarrassed smile on his face. "We'll never get an early start like this," he says, which almost makes Miller laugh. The sky is still bright yellow at the horizon and the light is still golden and soft and low. A few stars are still visible in the clear, pale blue above. The day has barely begun, and they are ready.

Eventually they'll make it to the West Coast.

In time.

Sometimes they take the highways, in the evening and at night, for the rush of anonymous headlights speeding by and the intensity of the wind through the cracks in the windows, the tall billboards lit in fluorescent hues watching over them. Neon signs on tall posts backed by a flood of blue-black sky, advertising motels, fast food chains. Beneath them, their own wheels spinning so fast they're gliding, a steady beat of movement and Miller's hands sliding down to curl along the bottom of the wheel. Bryan lets his hand rest lightly on Miller's leg, as he sits back in his seat, his eyes half-closed.

During the day they choose back roads and detours, which take them through small towns they've never heard of, and which start to look alike and to almost feel like home. Most of them are worn down around the edges: pale coats of paint on clapboard houses and chain link fences around small, neat front yards. The grass grows in a cacophony of greens over the front walks, in the cracks of the sidewalks. Everything is growing and bright beneath the high, unfiltered summer sun. Miller stares out at the faded asphalt and reads the names of the side streets they pass, as they roll the windows all the way down, to hear the barking of dogs in the yards and the hiss of sprinklers, to feel the full warmth of the day, breathless, still.

In the commercial districts, all of the buildings are rectangular, two-story storefronts with closed blinds over the upstairs windows, painted in fading tans and blues and cracked off-whites. They pass a laundromat, a cafe, a dollar store set off at the top of a hill, behind a looming parking lot. The sidewalks tilt, uneven, toward the road. They climb a hill, and the houses along the hillside rise above them, half-secure atop cracking concrete walls.

Sometimes they take daytrips into cities, and act as tourists. Selfies with a skyline of skyscrapers, silver and sparks of sun on glass at their back. At the last moment, Bryan kisses his neck. The angle is off; they are distorted at the bottom of the frame and Miller is laughing, and the kiss doesn't feel like a kiss but like laughter on his skin.

They people-watch in a park, to the background noise of traffic, stretching their legs along winding dirt paths, flip pennies into a fountain to make a wish. Then they keep going. Past this small oasis, the city turns gray with only splashes of color: advertisements, traffic lights, yellow cabs. Bryan's never lived in a city and when he tilts his head all the way back, to catalogue the very tops of the buildings, Miller holds his hand tight, so he doesn't become dizzy with the vertigo of steel prodding at endless white-blue sky and sun.

Later, they swing down south, where the air turns thick and humid, and the days pass by on a long, slow buzz, insects in the underbrush and creeping vines. They find themselves sometimes so far out of the way that they're swaying along rutted dirt roads, so lost it's like the sludge of the heat and the unwinding hours of the afternoon are in their blood, and they're glad not to pass another living soul.

For a few days, they're in farmland, passing exposed on a long, straight blacktop, toward an infinite and distant horizon, field upon field to either side of the road. Bryan tells him stories, fantasies he used to have about this kind of life—as if he could ever manage it, he admits now, with a lazy grin. Miller asks him if this is why he decided to raise chickens. "Caught me," he answers, and it's funny, because the utopia he's imagined for himself is just longing for everything too vague to be known, for greener grass, but then he really bought a brood of chickens, introduced Miller to them on the first day they met—so there's some part of him that will reach out to fantasies he knows are insubstantial as air and make them real. Funny too because he has—

"Caught you," Miller echoes, and picks up Bryan's hand and kisses the back of his knuckles, soft.

They're at the edge of the mountains when a summer rainstorm finds them. The sun has set and a warm night settled in, and they stand out under the awning of their motel room and watch the rain hiss down against the pavement, and count out the seconds between the bright forks of lighting, cracking across the sky, and the deep, breath-catching rolls of thunder booming overhead. The mountain peaks are only shadow until the lightning hits. Illuminated, they rise like fortress walls. Along this twisting, aimless road, only the motel, a few restaurants, a gas station, lie scattered, each distant from the last, and Miller feels himself small beneath the vastness of the sky.

Bryan slips behind him and wraps his arms around Miller's waist, tucks his nose in against the side of Miller's neck. He's just out of the shower, his hair and skin not yet dry, and so warm; he smells like hotel soap and strange shampoo.

Miller inhales deep, and on the exhale, he turns around in Bryan's arms and walks him back, until he's up against the motel room door. Here it’s easy to kiss him, to feel every familiar line and muscle of him, to feel Bryan clinging to him and hear the shaky-slow exhale of his breath, even over the downpour, the scattershot thud of thin rain on the roof and in the parking lot. He never wants to let go. He wants to cling to him, too.

He doesn't let go.

#the 100 #briller #briller fanfiction #nathan miller #bryan the 100 #bryan #miller x bryan #mine #my writing #summer2020celebration #the road leads west #to our waking souls

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flip-it-delinquent-style · 7 years

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Could you please do a nother Briller fic?Maybe them at Arkadia while Raven and Monty are hacking Ali and they have to protect them?

Alright this isn’t very canon or basic chemistry complaint BUT I tried my best! Hopefully it hits the short but sweet mark!

“MILLER!” Bryan’s bellowing shout falls on anempty hallway. He looked away for one second, damnit Miller.He is going to put a bullet through his boyfriend’s thick skull if one of thesedrones doesn’t do it first.

Bryan’s off after his thief in an instant, breaking throughthe Ark’s main round door with a loud grunt.

“Miller.” No reply.

“MILLER!” Again, nothing. Panic is spillinginto Bryan’s chest now, wrapping its cold clutches around his insides.

“MILLER!”

“JESUS WHAT?!” The soon-to-be-bloody-deadboyfriend in question yells from his crouched position behind a small wallnearby. Why he waited for Bryan to call out threetimes is completely lost to the farm boy but he dives behind the wall tooanyway.

Drones are coming in from left and right, each appearing tohave angry modifications taped to their bodies. Angry modifications likefucking mini machine guns. Bryan is so over this whacky AI bitch.

“Why flying machine guns though?” Miller abruptlystates, ducking even further against his boyfriend as heavy fire scattersaround them.

“Because this is the fucking ground.” Bryangrumpily states, trying and failing to line a shot through the soaring debris.“You know it’s kind of hard to bring anything down when I have toconstantly keep one eye on you.”

“Good thing you don’t then,” how his boyfriend ismanaging to keep a shit-eating grin through all this, Bryan has no idea. Hecan’t deny it’s simultaneously both his most favourite and least favouritequality in the man.

“Miller,” Bryan could not physically be more donewith this situation. Honestly. His eyebrows won’t even indulge him in a judgingglare he’s that exhausted.

“Fine,” Miller murmurs lowly, pressing Bryanagainst their vantage point as a drone comes up over Arkadia’s hulking figureto their backs. It doesn’t appear to see them, but Miller refuses to let hishuman shield guard down until its hovered a few feet away.

“Wait a minute…” Miller suddenly squints atwhere the drone vanished over a low thatched building. What’s he’s looking atBryan has no idea, as always. Really, it just looks like a bunch of emptybarrels outside Raven’s rooms. Barrels with…sticky notes on them?

“I think have an idea." If the farm boythought he was going to survive this damn attack before, he’s doomed now.

"Oh dear god, save us all.”

Bryan can’t decide what’s more worrying here. The fact thatMiller has hand in a barrel of rocket fuel or that a barrel of rocket fuel hasMiller’s hand in it. Either way, the unofficial-guard feels as if his head isabout to implode.

“Is that all?” He asks from his hunched position by thefence, suspiciously eyeing the small rag in Miller grasp. He instantly regretsasking it, of course but Miller just nods at him.

“Unless we want to blow the whole camp up, then yes.” Millershouldn’t be grinning as he says that sentence. He’s officially been spendingtoo much time with Raven.

It’s moments like these that Bryan is eternally gratefulthat Bellamy taught him that ‘count back from 10’ trick. He honestly has noidea how he got by without it before.

“Alright, say the plan back to me,” Miller whispers, hiseyes sweeping up to the sky to pinpoint each drone near them. Clutched in his handis one of Monty and Jasper’s moonshine bottle filled with gunpowder (why Raveninsists on keeping the two highly explosive materials shoved in barrels next toeach, Bryan will never know) and a wad of cloth dipped in rocket fuel.

“You run out to the fields as a distraction with nothing buta piece of scrap metal to protect you from a sea of bullets, the dronesprobably won’t follow you but if they do, you throw the highly explosive jar inthe air, I by some miracle shoot said jar from yards away, the drones are takenout and you probably die in a rain of fire. That’s just perfect, Nate. Whatcould possibly go wrong?” Finishing his rant, Bryan turns a hard glare on hisboyfriend’s back.

Wait why is he looking at his boyfriend’s back?

“COME AT ME MOTHERUCKERS!” Miller’s taking off before Bryan can eventhink to stop him, gun firing in all random directions and makeshift shield hoistedover his arm.

“For fucks…” Bryan has his rifle ready in seconds, training overthe three-remaining drones that are hovering a little too close to his boyfriendfor comfort. He won’t fire. Not yet. Miller’s plan may be batshit crazy but it’sthe only one they’ve got. Plus, if any of them turn to him now and a straybullet hits the barrels he’s crouched next to, everything their doing herewhile be for nothing. Not Raven and Monty’s hacking. Not Clarke’s desperate missionto find this boat woman. Not even Miller’s obnoxious suicide run.

“Throw the damn bomb, Miller.” Bryan mutters to himself,repositioning a knuckle white grip on his gun. The guard has all three chargingtowards him now, each with guns blazing. They’re going to kill him. God, damnit. Bryan isn’t going to sit here and watch as the love of his life is moweddown.

He trains his scope over the drone now creeping up on Miller’sback… Finger on the trigger… Breathe in…

“NOW!” Miller’s booming shout echoes across Arkadia’s walls.Bryan only has to shift his aim slightly to the left at the last second and-

The explosion seems to reverberate through the air itself. Thefire so bright and heat so intense Bryan has to flinch away.

The sky is empty. Once the smoke clears all Bryan can see ofthe drones is scattered remains. The sight does nothing to ease the acidic pitof fear settling in his stomach. Miller’s shield is there. Right in the middleof the seared field, its outer facing side charred black.

“MILLER!” No reply.

“MILLER!” Again,nothing.

“Miller…please.” The sob bubbles from Bryan’s chest and leavesa bitter taste in his mouth. This isn’t happening. Not again.

“Jesus, what?” The sudden panted reply has Bryan spinning onhis heels. And there he is. The crazy fool Bryan calls a boyfriend with dirtsmeared across his and a wide-eyed grin spread over his features.

“I thought…” Bryan’s too busy wrapping his hands in Miller’sguard jacket and letting his boyfriend drag him to his feet to really finishthe sentence. He doesn’t want to say it anyway. The thought alone is painfulenough as it is.

“I had to leg it after I chucked the bottle up. You know Iprobably could have used like half of what I did but man was that awes-” Thedark guard’s over exciting rambling is cut off abruptly by Bryan’s lips.

Miller takes faintly of smoke and sweat but Bryan couldn’tcare less. His lips are still soft and giving. Just like Bryan remembers. Notchanged by the skybox or the mountain or the earth or the countless battles.

They stay like that for at least five minutes, Bryan desperatelyclinging to his thief while Miller happily obliges sloppy kiss after sloppykiss.

Bonus:

“You’re telling me I had to take down five of those thingswhile you two hide in a corner making out? ‘Whythank you Harper for saving our asses.’ You’re welcome, guys. Guys?Helllooooo. Wait why is the outfield on fire?”

#the 100 #briller #Nathan Miller #Bryan the 100 #my posts #the 100 fanfiction #crack #really #the 100 crack

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I was trying to think of prompts for you but all that's popping into my head is the last airbender quotes "take a bite of the silver sandwich" and also "that's rough buddy" either of which I feel you could MAYBE use in a the 100 fic? Your choice of pairing? I love your writing. If you can't use either obvs that's cool too. Have a great day

“Oh no.”

Amongst his nest of blankets, Monty looked up from his gameboy. Jasper was standing in the doorway to their apartment, eyes wide and alarmed and looking right at him.

"Uh, what?” Monty asked.

“Dude.” His book bag fell off his shoulder, thunking loudly as it hit the scratched floor of their crappy apartment.

“What?”

“Dude.”

“What.”

“You have the gameboy out.”

Monty hesitated for a minute, but Jasper was still standing there in panic mode, and so he sighed. “Yeah.”

“Shit.”

“Yeah.”

As Jasper kicked the door closed, Monty scooted over on the couch to make room for him. He only took out the gameboy when he was have a particularly shitty day, and after his encounter with Miller in the library, well. Shitty day didn’t begin to cover it. Jasper was well aware of his tells, but from the way he was hurrying over to sit next to him, he must also look as crappy as he felt.

“Prof problem or dude problem?”

Monty glanced at him, and Jasper winced. “Miller problem. Got it.”

“I saw Nate in the library today...with his boyfriend.”

“Nu-uh.”

Monty shrugged. “I didn’t even factor that in. Apparently they are long distance.”

Jasper slumped, looking as defeated as Monty felt. “That’s rough, buddy.”

For half a second, Monty was just touched at the kind words. They niggled at him though, until it dawned. “Did you just quote Sokka at me?”

“Nooo,” Jasper drawled.

They stared at each other, in a stalemate of wills, until the corners of Jasper’s mouth started to twitch. Monty tried to stifle a laugh, but it came out as a snort. Jasper couldn’t back his smile any longer, and then they were both cracking up. They laughed for a while, because each time they calmed themselves they would look at each other and start again. Monty was wiping tears from his eyes by the time they finally sobered.

“Well,” he gasped, “at the very least, Nate hasn’t turned into a celestial body of any sort.”

“Now I want to watch Avatar.”

“I’m down.”

Within a few minutes, they were doing just that, and Monty realized that a laugh with his best friend was the best type of coping mechanism, gaming be damned.

#the 100 fanfiction #my fanfiction #3 #4 #5 #so like i was gonna tag this minty but i know better lol #anyWAYS keeping these short'n'sweet but lets just say briller has an amicable breakup and Minty Rises #Anonymous

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The 100 (TV), The 100 Series - Kass Morgan Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Bryan/Nathan Miller, Bellamy Blake & Nathan Miller, Harper McIntyre & Nathan Miller, Nathan Miller & Raven Reyes, Nathan Miller & Monty Green, Nathan Miller & John Murphy, Nathan Miller & Clarke Griffin, Nathan Miller & Octavia Blake, Harper McIntyre & Bryan, Bellamy Blake/Clarke Griffin, Emori/John Murphy (The 100) Characters: Nathan Miller, Bryan (The 100), David Miller (The 100), eric jackson, Abby Griffin, Marcus Kane, Octavia Blake, Indra (The 100), Bellamy Blake, Clarke Griffin, Raven Reyes, Harper McIntyre, Monty Green, John Murphy (The 100), Emori (The 100), Echo (The 100) Additional Tags: Angst, Fluff and Angst, Fluff, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Reunions, Family Feels, s4, Post-Canon, Post S4, Speculation, s5, Friendship, Best Friends, miller is a little shit who swears alot and has tons of internal monologues, hes dramatic i dont apologise for him, please just let nathan miller be happy Summary:

Miller wakes up in the bunker after Praimfaya alone. Everyone he loves is dead. Or are they?

Aka Miller searches the entire bunker to make sure Bryan is alive.

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nothing-personal-my-dear · 6 years

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Miller is inside Mount Weather thinking about Bryan on a very important day.

New Chapter for my Briller fic is now up. Go check it out!!!

#fanfiction #writing #briller #bryan x miller #bryan the 100 #nathan miller #mount weather #the ark #The 100 #the hundred #clarke griffin #bellamy blake #grounders #grounder

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voluntarydemise · 7 years

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The 100 S3 Hiatus Diary

Once again, let me present to you a chronicle of our fandom’s most glorious hiatus moments. In truest hyperbole fashion we did not scale back after last year’s already impressive BS recordings. Here’s all the drama we managed to fit into the 257 days between the Season 3 finale on May 19, 2016 and the Season 4 premiere on February 1, 2017:

FYI: Entries are mostly focused on the Twitter fandom unless otherwise noted. Also beware, this diary deliberately generalises from the loud few to the many.

Day 2: Emma Caulfield of EW writes a *love letter* bashing Bellamy into a verb and adjective. Half of the fandom cackles, other half is ready to “bellamy” her.

Day 3: Ongoing belittling of Jasper’s PTSD in tandem with outrage from same people that show didn’t depict enough PTSD victims.

Day 6: #GiveBellamyBlakeABoyfriend circulates and is amusingly shared by lovers and haters.

Day 7: Kass Morgan is confronted with fandom members defacing and even burning her books. Because we are classy.

Day 10: Tumblr heats up when Johnny Depp beating Amber Heard gets compared to how Bellamy treats Clarke. Because bisexuality. Oh yes.

Day 11: Devon zings Harry Styles - and popstars in general - for trying to act. Somewhere Shawn Mendes cries a tear.

Day 12: The Fandom-is-Broken article hits. Outrage everywhere, while our fandom is like “yup, sounds about right”.

Day 15: Bob at Phoenix con says Bellamy wouldn’t have sided with Pike had Clarke returned earlier. Somehow he gets hate for that. Still unclear why. Most likely for no reason at all.

Day 16: More Phoenix con: Bob utters word “YET”, causes avalanche. Emma Caulfield tweets her and Bob’s are besties now. Fandom responds in typical forgiving ways.

Day 18: Tumblr has Brollexa gaining traction among BCers, the polyamorous turn it into Clexamy. Not appreciated by the CL fandom. Devon tweet-deletes, shits on cast members for making money off cons instead of donating to charity.

Day 21: Eliza and Bob get nominated for Teenchoice TV Chemistry. Disgust in CL fandom as entertaining as surprise in BC fandom.

Day 23: Fan at Oz Comic Con asks Eliza about Chemistry nomination and gets booed. Bob speaks slloooowwwhhhuuurr to the iddiiiooootttss on twitter. Most likely entirely unrelated.

Day 24: Eliza gets called fake/lost/drunk by BC fandom for voicing opinions about Bellarke. Beware of having opinions about ships.

Day 25: Bob replies to hate tweet. Backfires into him getting criticised for passive aggressively focusing on negativity only.

Day 26: First hiatus hack! Eliza’s instagram. Leads to Alycia unfollowing her. Fandom entertained for a while. Plus the gem of someone comparing Lexa’s death to the Orlando shooting.

Day 28: Alycia cancels Brazil con. In a roundabout way it’s Bob’s fault.

Day 31: On the shipping front Bob & Shampoo compete against Lexa & Bullet. Because why not.

Day 33: Somehow BC fandom hits jackpot by criticising both Adina and Mike on same day. For not being pro-BC enough. Adina! Mike!

Day 35: Layne Morgan attacks Ben Batemen for elevating himself to lgbt+ spokesperson. Fanbase first stunned, then divided.

Day 37: Second hiatus hack! Layne’s phone. Apparently private numbers get leaked, some idiots message Jason’s wife.

Day 41: Third hiatus hack! (@)emiliascara hacks into Marcus Catsaras’ (Alycia’s boyfriend) icloud, finds footage of him cheating. Catsaras deletes his twitter/fb accounts. Because hell has no fury like a riled-up CL fandom.

Day 42: Lindsey jumps in to fight hackers, (@)morleydebnam jokes about hacking Lindsey.

Day 44: Hacker exposed as guy from Toronto (Michael Brand/Bahramian).

Day 46: CL fandom overruns and impressively wins 9 of 11 E!Online polls. Still peeved over other fandoms bonding and voting against them.

Day 48: Jarod speaks up after Alton Sterling shooting. Ends with him getting attacked over *representation* issues.

Day 52: Eliza vs Alycia in Radiotimes quarter finals. Which fosters minor drama.

Day 56: Layne officially disinvited from clexacon.

Day 57: Some panelists boycott clexacon after Layne’s exit. Meanwhile the gullible have a clickbait-freakout over O killing Bellamy.

Day 58: Ben Bateman steps back from clexacon allies panel. (@)riserellamy makes it their mission to get all Arryn-haters blocked by Bob.

Day 59: Eliza talks freely and excessively about Lexa and Clexa at Brazil Con. BC fandom really wishes she wouldn’t.

Day 60: From the fanfic policing front: Author gets such harsh attacks for writing Lexamy they pull the fic.

Day 61: S3 DVD is out! Deleted scenes reheat old rage. While Ricky retweets shade about him not being in the bloopers.

Day 62: #OlicityMafiaExposedClexaParty happens. CL fandom first fandom ever to cheat in a poll.

Day 64: She said “ship”.

Day 65: Whole fandom aflame over the shit/ship debacle. Shit memes everywhere. Aaron doesn’t give a SHIT. Eliza probably avoids her mentions. Tumblr births Bellarke Drags. The best of days.

Day 66: clexasources promotes WB survey asking people to criticise show. Eliza shall be saved by cancellation.

Day 67: ELSchaaf claims Eliza speaks condescendingly of Bellarke because she’s threatened by Bob’s popularity. Fandom appalled. In conjunction CLs figure out ELSchaaf is involved with Unity Days.

Day 68: ELSchaaf on tumblr rampage, invites haters to call her names at con in person. Unity Days reacts swiftly and removes ELSchaaf.

Day 70: Bellarke Shit necklace sparks controversy.

Day 73: Wizard Con: Marie says Clarke has *nappy* hair which Eliza laughs at. Racism outrage in some fandom corners.

Day 75: Jason’s SDCC talk about bi-Clarke getting “with everyone” resurfaces. Not the most well received. clexasources deactivates after Bob+Eliza photo post leads to attacks by followers.

Day 78: Supposed insider troll Jason Blue stirs up rumour drama of Octavia dying.

Day 82: Bellarke fanart repurposed as Braven fanart. Bob-birthday charity criticised for being organised by a BC shipper.

Day 84: Pedowitz stands behind show at TCAs, does neither criticise nor cancel it on the spot, as some had hoped.

Day 103: Fanfic policing, part 2: Bellamy goes down on Clarke in the commander’s throne. People - ignorant of the concept of *fanfiction* - are mad.

Day 106: Eliza posts candid pic with guy-boy-friend. Apparently this makes her a lesser lgbt+ ally.

Day 111: Fanfic’s blowjobgate! Briller&Harper fic on kinkmemes ignites long and nasty Bellarke fanfic community wars. Who gets to and with whom and with how many is not the author’s choice alone.

Day 125: Tumblr aflame over Bellamy hating Aurora Blake, with usual shades of misogyny and racism.

Day 130: HYPE article about ADC at Copenhagen Con calls out fans for slightly inappropriate fan behavior. More inappropriate fan behavior in reaction leads to article edits.

Day 132: Kim retweets Fa Panini’s cute Becho fanart. BC fandom takes that as confirmation of things to come. Mild panic.

Day 135: A clearly mangled and misrepresented SDCC comment about Clarke and love interest in S4 causes freakout. Because fandom will forever step into all clickbait traps willingly.

Day 144: The usual bi-monthly kerfuffle about Clarke being forgotten as bi-rep in article.

Day 145: Layne Morgan sick of TV bi girls ending up with men. Not that stats have discredited this stereotype at all.

Day 155: Supposed insider troll Jason Blue claims insider cancellation knowledge. Insider arguments quickly debunked.

Day 159: Photoshopped Variety tweet circulates, claiming show cancellation. Mo Ryan refutes it.

Day 165: Lindsey stumbles into sexypilgrim drama. Apologises later for wishing people would get involved in causes beyond online outrage.

Day 166: Press day! Drama day! Fandom-uneducated Nadia voices “Luna is stronger than Lexa”. She may forever feel the consequences.

Day 167: Nadia tweets “Fiction”, deletes account. #NadiaDeactivatedParty follows. Eliza and later Arryn claim account is fake. Fandom thinks Eliza would rather lie than defend Nadia and her anti-Lexa statement.

Day 170: Meanwhile in the fanfic warzone: “Bellamy rapes Lexa” gets countered with “Lexa castrates Bellamy”.

Day 190: Bob reaches annual patience-for-twitter threshold, carries out annual twitter deactivation. States he was made to join. Fandom: lol, ok, see you in a bit.

Day 199: Bellarke and Clexa both in same Hottest-Ships-of-the-Year list. But fandom can’t share nice things.

Day 201: Guess who’s back on twitter, guys?

Day 216: BC-shipping jewellery artist called out for making money off Clexa art. Not allowed in the age of receipts.

Day 219: In spirit of Christmas, Aaron issues Lexa apology. Fandom - less spirited - counters it’s 9 months too late, and never enough.

Day 221: Katie affirms in slightly too bitter way that show is more than just Clexa. Bad move, girl.

Day 222: (@)bellamysbriller - whom Katie retweeted the day before - is exposed for catfishing and bullying.

Day 228: More jewellery controversies, as jewellery donations to charities can only come from people who’ve never made controversial statements.

Day 233: clexaspoilers surfaces, claims access to screeners, reveals Clexa parts. Fandom calls it baiting to make them watch, even though account claims now they DON’T have to watch.

Day 238: BC fandom gets high on SHE HAS BELLAMY, and actually manages to trend for once. Stunning friends and foes alike.

Day 241: Unity Days report of Lindsey supposedly saying Bellarke is boring. Lindsey gets attacked and goes on twitter detox. BC fandom to blame.

Day 243: Fourth hiatus hack! Ricky’s phone. Beware of Ricky nudes.

Day 245: Alycia’s management removes The 100 from “known for” section on IMDB. BCers shocked, CLs shrug.

Day 248: BCers think 600 cookies might be helpful for show renewal. Laughs and eyerolls all around.

Day 249: S4 poster arrives. Cast, writers and fans partake in a who’s-who guessing game with silhouettes. Body shaming leads to #titsoutforeliza, someone leaks S4 callsheets and Funko whitewashes Raven and Bellamy. A busy day.

Day 252: CLs set up White House petition to get Jason fired. A single signature last we checked.

Day 257: Final hiatus day: (@)the100leaked pops up to generously leak part of the Season 4 finale script and cause mass hysteria. Tadaaaaa!

And that’s it! See you all next hiatus! Just kidding. I accept more entries, if you can link me to the evidence.

#The 100 #fandom drama #Fandom Diary #we love to drama

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imaginetonprincecharmant · 3 years

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2020 Year in Review

Rules: answer some questions about 2020 and tag some people!

Tagged by @together-is-my-favourite-place thank youu so much and again happy new year to you ♥♥ !

Top Five Four Films you watched in 2020:

1. The Croods 2. Inception 3. Tenet 4. Clueless 5. Secret Society of Second-Born Royals

Top Five TV Shows in 2020:

1. Julie and the Phantoms 2. Avatar : The Last Air Blender 3. Merlin 4.How to get away with murder (the final omg 😭) 5. Supernatural (beacuase i choose to ignore the last 2 epsiodes ugh)

+ mention special to the 100 one of my fav show but s7 make it so atrocious 😭

Top Five Songs/Albums of 2020: