Category: vetinari

The Long-Awaited Sequel – Chapter 2 – Tolpen -…

The Long-Awaited Sequel – Chapter 2 – Tolpen – Discworld – Terry Pratchett [Archive of Our Own]:

squadron-of-damned-writes:

Chapters: 2/2
Fandom: Discworld – Terry Pratchett
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Lord Downey/Havelock Vetinari
Characters: Lord Downey, Havelock Vetinari, Samuel Vimes, Original Characters, Munstrum Ridicully
Additional Tags: Constantin Meserole, Lucius “Lus Twinkle” Twinkle-Clement-Monger, Helen Foxglove, Retirement, Established Relationship, domestic life, Retirement To Countryside Trope Abuse, Bodyswap, Garden Is Important, Dogs, implied stuff, Like Past Torture, Or sex, Side Characters’ Backstories, Also Only Implied And Very Brief, silence is a language, Poetry, Not really addressed trauma, Rosa Linnah Stilltoe breaking gender roles on both sides, July Mendahorse being simply decently awesome, I love them both by the way, is the Czech anarchistic poetry showing too much here
Series: Part 2 of It’s Quiet In Basketville
Summary:

The Parents and Friends of School meeting, night talks full of feelings, breakfasts, the meaning of silence. Somebody unexpected arrives to Basketville and solves troubles in the traditional way without being aware there have been any troubles at all. New character introductions!

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thiswaycomessomethingwicked: No assassination…

thiswaycomessomethingwicked:

No assassination is singular. Sic – thus. When you assassinate you are surrounded by ghosts of past and future. Sic semper – thus always. When you haul a man up in an office to bleed out, the cruelest death you’ve ever managed, you are not alone. There are millions of you standing there, millions of others who have done the same. There is a community in assassination. Sic semper tyrannis – thus always to tyrants.

The patrician is dead. Long live the patrician.

Have a Downey/Vetinari moodboard. 

[Edit: Made it slightly better. ur welcome.]

squadron-of-damned:

squadron-of-damned:

Downey/Vetinari Basketville (retirement!AU) aesthetic, because it was just too good not to share it somewhere else too.

"i can hear you arguing w a policeman and…

"i can hear you arguing w a policeman and from what i can tell you had to be forcefully removed from a public area because you sat on the ground and refused to move and youre confused about what theyre charging you with" is it???? possibly one of the dumbest things an assassin could do in snapcase era???? yeah it is but honestly I can't decide if police-means-vimes-era is a better time to do it so up to you if you wanna write it (pLeAsE)

Arriving to Ankh-Morpork is always an
experience. The peaks of houses, the crumbling city walls, the noise that
greets you before you enter, the unseen university shifting in and out of view
as fog rolls in from the bay over the city, settling in streets and allies.
Vetinari had not missed the dirt or the smell of the city during his Tour but
there was an undeniable essence of his home that had clung to him as he
travelled and eventually dragged him back. He found that he could run as far as
he wanted from the city but she was always there, in the map-work of his mind,
in his skin itching to go back.

A collection of dead assassins hang from the
city walls at the Hubward Gate as he enters.

He hadn’t missed that, either. Snapcase’s tenuous
hold upon reality had slipped further the longer he was in office.

He searches the bloated faces for recognition and
sees only one he knew well. The others are either too young or too old. There
are wasps settling around the neck. Birds have already come for the eyes and mouth.
They go for the soft bits first.

Upper Broadway has not changed significantly, although a few
shops have turned over in the years of his absence. The flavour of the street,
however, remains that of the wealthy. He lingers around the corner of Upper
Broadway and a small lane called Merkit-Tour where a café had been five years
ago but is no longer. It’s now a haberdashers with the latest head-wear lining
the large street facing windows.

Ahead is the looming bulk of the Patrician’s
Palace. Behind it the Assassins’ Guild, Brass Bridge, lower Broadway, the
declining grandeur of the Opera House. Ankh-Morpork is a gently sinking city
with the inescapable melancholy of place that had once been great but is no
longer. A place that had once been worth something but has somehow forgotten
itself over the years.

Vetinari hoists his bag up and continues
walking. Loath as he is to admit it, he isn’t sure this is the right time to
have returned. Someone hangs from a lamppost. He scours the face, not one he
knows.

At least Winder put up a list of names of the
dead; those who had been purged from civic duty and civic life.

Is he looking for one particular face? He isn’t
sure. Yes. Possibly. No. He’d have heard, surely, if anyone important had died.
Someone would have thought to write him saying: you’re no longer Dog-botherer,
by the way.

Is he still Dog-botherer? They’re almost
thirty. Well, Downey will be thirty already and Vetinari is near-enough. Surely
that game has been buried.

Speaking of that game, he can hear a strident
voice saying, ‘no I shall not move.’ 

That would be Downey. Vetinari sighs.

‘And you will not speak to me in that tone of voice, officer.’

That would be Downey with a Teacher’s Voice, apparently. 

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Thus, Always. – oneinspats – Discworld – Terry…

Thus, Always. – oneinspats – Discworld – Terry Pratchett [Archive of Our Own]:

thiswaycomessomethingwicked:

Chapters: 13/?
Fandom: Discworld – Terry Pratchett
Rating: Explicit
Relationships: Lord Downey/Havelock Vetinari, other canon pairings
Characters: Lord Downey, Havelock Vetinari, Mad Lord Snapcase, Samuel Vimes
Additional Tags: Dead People, assassins being assassins, tyrants being tyrants, Mushrooms, everything can be a poison, it’s the dose that matters, very early days of established relationship
Series: Part 2 of coveting desperate things
Summary:

After no more a desolate thing Downey and Vetinari are muddling through. Unfortunate segues into the past which runs parallel to the present. Families are a sticky business, always. Oh, and there’s been a death. 

[You do not have to read ‘no more…’ to read this.]

Obligatory Excerpt: 

The students sit in sullen thought. Jones audibly sighs, complaining that the question is too hard. How are they supposed to know? Downey, with great cheer, says that anyone who is enterprising and hoping to make a mark of themselves in class should be able to find the answer without a problem. As he dismisses them for the day he adds that whoever can get him the answers first before their next class will get, at the very least, bragging rights. The students complain.

‘And maybe something else, I’ll have to think about it.’

This raises more enthusiasm and as they exit Downey can hear Rideau bragging that she’ll be the one who figures it out first since everyone else are a bunch of stupid scags.

He leans out the door, ‘language, Ms Rideau.’

She smiles and says, ‘of course, Dr. Downey!’ Before rolling her eyes and grabbing her friend to run as soon as the teacher isn’t looking.

Regular

thiswaycomessomethingwicked:

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for @pipuhattar who requested something about Vetinari and glitter and socks so this is what you get I regret nothing. 

This weirdly works as a Discworld aesthetic for him? 

teraboolove:This was exactly what I expected a…

teraboolove:

This was exactly what I expected and more

Vetinari at the beach. 

Thus, Always. – oneinspats – Discworld – Terry…

Thus, Always. – oneinspats – Discworld – Terry Pratchett [Archive of Our Own]:

thiswaycomessomethingwicked:

Chapters: 12/?
Fandom: Discworld – Terry Pratchett
Rating: Explicit
Relationships: Lord Downey/Havelock Vetinari, other canon pairings
Characters: Lord Downey, Havelock Vetinari, Mad Lord Snapcase, Samuel Vimes
Additional Tags: Dead People, assassins being assassins, tyrants being tyrants, Mushrooms, everything can be a poison, it’s the dose that matters, very early days of established relationship
Series: Part 2 of coveting desperate things
Summary:

After no more a desolate thing Downey and Vetinari are muddling through. Unfortunate segues into the past which runs parallel to the present. Families are a sticky business, always. Oh, and there’s been a death.

[You do not have to read ‘no more…’ to read this.]

Exceeeerpt: 

‘I expect better from both you,’ Dr. Tindel continues. ‘I’ve known you both since you were nine and while I am given to understand that there is something of a rivalry between you both–’

‘One sided, I assure you,’ Vetinari says quickly.

Dr. Tindel ignores him.

‘I expect you to behave in a manner that befits gentlemen of this establishment. Thankfully, as it is summer, no one but poor Mr. Willis had to witness you both embarrassing yourselves in such a childish way.’

‘It’s DB’s fault,’ Downey is plaintive.

Dr. Tindel ignores him, too.

Regular

Lord Vetinari inspected the rails and the little carts the dwarfs had used to shift spoil. He felt the dry walls, He went back upstairs and frowned as a one-ton slab of iron came through the wall, whirled past his face, passed through the opposite wall, and buried itself in the street outside.
“And was that supposed to happen?” he said, brushing plaster dust off his robe.

– hanging out with Leonard has gotten him used to this |
Terry Pratchett, Thud!