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Here's my entry for @tamlinweek 2024!
This chapter takes place in the same Alternate Universe/Canon-Divergent prequel for ACOTAR that I wrote earlier this year: Wildflowers.
High Lord ass-hattery aside, this chapter kind of sweet!
Full chapter below the cut, or you can read the fic on AO3: clicky clicky me!
Day 1 - Heir of Spring
It’s loud and there are so many people.
The fortress is made of wood, similar to the architecture of Spring Court, but where his home had been built on blossoms, this place is made of carcasses—severed trunks, fallen logs and a hundred other scavenged materials. The trees don’t speak to him here; they’re asleep, he thinks. Everyone gets quiet when they sleep. Maybe they’re shy. There are so many guests from far and wide, it would make sense that the green—
No, no, not green, but oranges, terracottas and ochres. It’s different in this Court.
Tamlin clings to his mother’s hand, looking around at all the new faces—some familiar, some not. It’s different outside of his Court. At his birthday, the guests had all swarmed to greet him, but today is not his day. There is another Faerie being presented to the rest of Prythian, another youngling who is turning six this year, just like Tamlin did a few months ago.
He doesn’t know how to approach anyone, or if he’s even allowed to stray from his family unit. Enfys is roughhousing with one of the Autumn sons, but not the one being celebrated. He looks longingly at his brother, wanting to play, too.
“Soon,” Iolin ruffles his little brother’s blonde hair.
High Lord Celyddon of the Spring Court leads his wife and sons—Enfys falls in line at the last moment—towards the dais. Each High Lord has a throne of their own, and while his father sits on a hundred knots of wildflowers, the High Lord of Autumn sits on a throne of fire. Upon closer inspection, Tamlin notices it's made of leaves in different stages of its life of fall, a sister to the grand seat at Spring Court.
Though High Lord Beron has never been kind, or even polite, Tamlin feels comforted by this place. It’s like home, but different. He doesn’t expect warmth, only Memrun and Niki have shown Tamlin gentleness. He still wonders if that kindness is a ploy, or proof of weakness. There is a reason his father is the strongest.
“Celyddon,” says the Lord of Fire.
“Beron.” His father returns the disrespect without missing a beat.
“I’m surprised you showed your face.” His auburn gaze, as bright as his vermillion hair, shifts to Tamlin. “I’m surprised you brought the runt. Still clinging to his mother’s skirts, I see.”
Oh, no. Tamlin immediately steps away from his mother, tipping his head up proudly. He is a Spring Son. At six years old, he is grown.
(It’s too late, he knows he’ll be punished for this.)
His emerald eyes meet his father’s and the anger there is cutting.
“I have no reason to hide any of my heirs, unlike you.”
Beside the flaming throne, a tiny boy stands. He offers a small smile, so unlike his father’s—the rest of him, his hair, his eyes (but not his complexion) is the same, just like the six other Autumn children.
“Hello, my lord, my lady,” he bows politely. “Thank you for attending my birthday party.” His gaze lands on Tamlin. “I wish I could have attended your birthday, Tamlin. I hope you did not take offense, I was needed here.” His voice is soft, and kind. His words hit every note in a way that Tamlin cannot replicate; it reminds him of his older brother, Iolin, who was always his mother’s favourite for being so princely.
“Happy birthday,” Tamlin says quietly, shyly. “I like your hair.”
“Are you sure you want to call that one your heir? He seems stupid.” Beron sneers, and it brings a flush to Tamlin’s face.
It’s hard to listen when he feels so bad, and he doesn’t want to look at anyone, so he keeps his gaze on the ground. Later, his father will punish him even more for embarrassing him not once, but twice in front of another High Lord. There is a weight on his chest, and a vice around his throat, he can’t breathe. He can’t think.
Only when his mother leads him away from the dais and back into the crowd does he feel better. In the crowd, Tamlin can be invisible. He’s still so small that he can lose himself in the skirts of all the pretty ladies, and the flowing tunics of the handsome nobles. He doesn’t leave her side, hoping and waiting for reassurance that he hasn’t failed his father. He just wants to be good, and do good. Tamlin knots his fingers anxiously while she speaks to other Ladies.
A gentle tap on his shoulder startles him.
Tamlin looks up and around, expecting to see his brother, but it’s that boy again.
“Hi, Tamlin.”
“Hi.” He hadn’t been listening and missed the boy’s name, and that’s cause for embarrassment, too. A good son is observant, he knows things without having to ask.
“I’m Lucien, but you can call me Lucy when it’s just us.” Lucien holds his hand out to him.
“Okay, but don’t call me Tammy. I don’t like it.”
“Okay,” the Autumn Faerie grins. “Do you wanna come play? I have a treehouse.”
Tamlin glances at his mother and waits until he can ask for her permission. Lucien waits patiently with him. Even if it’s birthday, it seems like he has nowhere else to be.
The treehouse is hollow in a massive sequoia tree. Tamlin had stood before it, mouth agape, craning his head up, up, up until his head hurt and he nearly stumbled back. In the Spring Court, only the little creatures and the forest spirits live in tree holes, not High Faeries. The thought excites him and fascinates; his heart yearns to explore. He’s in another Court and he gets to discover new things.
He follows Lucien into the dark maw of the sequoia, and into the coziest little spot. Books line the walls. Blankets pillow the ground, making it a soft place to lay around and do nothing. A row of fire ants with their glowing bottoms march across the ceiling, giving this treehouse a warm glow.
“Wow,” Tamlin exhales, his whole being alight with joy.
“I’m glad you like it,” Lucien hums proudly. The other boy gets quiet for a moment, sitting on the ground with his ankles tucked beneath him. He’s content to let Tamlin explore for a bit before he finally says, “I’m sorry for what my father said. It’s not true, you know. I can see it in your eyes, you’re really smart.”
Tamlin snorts. “That’s silly, my eyes are eyes, they're for seeing not for smart-ing.”
“No! It’s true, my brother Velten says you gotta watch out for the smart ones. I dunno what I’m watching for, but he says you can see it in people’s eyes, if they’re thinking or if there’s nothing there.”
“Nuh uh, the only way you can tell is if they can answer questions.”
“Oh, that’s a good way, too!” Of the two of them, Lucien proves to be the more amenable one. He also tells Tamlin he can borrow any books he likes.
“Do you have any books about Il-lyrians?”
“Hmmm, I don’t think so. Illyrians are from the Night Court, only the Night Court knows stuff about them. Why?”
“Um, Lady Lilith lent a book to the other ladies. They were gonna lend it to your mom, too, but she wasn’t at my birthday.”
Lucien goes quiet, looking at the ground. It’s a sad, shameful gaze that Tamlin recognizes, but cannot put the words to.
“We weren’t allowed. My father,” he pauses. There are some things that should not be shared between Courts.
“It’s okay, my father doesn’t let us visit other Courts either. Only today to say mean things to your father.”
“Yeah,” Lucien says. No one should be sad on his birthday, so Tamlin crawls out of their hidey-hole and into the Autumn forest. “Hey! Where are you going? You can’t go far! We’ll get in trouble!”
Tamlin returns after a couple of minutes, fingers stained purple and red, and palms full of berries. “Here, these smell sweet.” He nudges them towards Lucien. “So, you’ll feel better.”
“Your hands! Your father will be so angry.”
Tamlin shrugs. “It’s okay. I’m already in trouble for staying with my mother, and because I’m stupid. I can take one more punishment,” he grins. He finds that the consequences are worth it, if he’s helping make Lucien feel better. It soothes the needling in his chest, the one that his father placed there with his glare.
The smile on Lucien’s face is wonderful, and Tamlin dares to smile back.
“If we see each other again after today, do you want to be friends?” Lucien asks.
“Can we be friends today? I’ve never had a friend.” Brothers, sure, but not friends. Not the faerie kind.
Lucien perks, his smile blooming into a grin. “Okay!”
Friends—nothing more and nothing less.
Here, cradled in a secret tree hollow, there are no heirs, not of Spring or Autumn.
#i told myself i would do both prompts every day#but i am also full of LIES#tamlin week#my fics#tamlin#pro tamlin#lucien vanserra#acotar fanfiction#acotar
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Friends we could actually get Jedi Kit and more Erin/Enfys Nest!!! The sw show coming out next year, the Acolyte, is set in the High Republic era when there were a ton of Jedi. Sounds like a great opportunity for Lucasfilm to cast Ruby as a Jedi!!!
And Andor season 2 is coming out in 2025 but it’s set between the prequels and the original trilogy and Enfys Nest canonically is an ally of Saw Guerrera who will definitely be in season 2! Maybe they will bring Enfys back as a surprise I’m hoping!!
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The shepherd prince
Chapter Ten: finally there
Chapters
The next day ether woke up refreshed again and enfys- despite being in a grumpy mood- tried their best to not show it as they continued their journey to zatieon.
"can you tell me about the deities again?" Said ether while smiling but in a shy tone. He felt like he was acting like a child.
Enfys smiled and brought out a small book that seemed to have pictures. "This should tell u at least how the look and what their jobs are. Sorry I can't use magic to tell you the story in smoke right now im kind of focusing on something else."
Ether was a little disappointed but enough to show " oh ok! Thank you. I'll give it to you when we reach the gates." He said while holding it and looking at how well made it is. she figured it was precious.
"you can keep it for as long as you like prince ether." Enfys answered while looking at the horizon with a glare that felt almost as if he was hunting. Ether was a little confused by the sudden change and seemed a little upset for some reason he himself doesn't get.
"Ok then...." ether answered while slowing down to be tailing enfys as he opened the book
The book wasn't big at all, each chapter about a deity with a picture at the beginning.
The first chapter was the deity of the sun. Aster. He looked like a fat and strong jolly old man. His beard and hair seemed to be made of clouds and his eyes glowing bright. He was smiling gently with his arms folded behind his back. He was the deity of the sun and day time. Ether read something about how he's considered retired but they didn't understand that.
The second chapter was about the deity of the moon. Náttljós. She had a round face and was a little more on the average side than aster with many pairs of wings on her back belonging to different kinds of birds. She had her eyes fully open as they glew dim. Her hair seemed to be wings folded together. She had many arms that were see-through and each pair took a different pose around her. She looked tired with eyebags but she smiled widely. She was the deity of the moon and the night time. She's also heavily worshipped by birds.
The third chapter was about the deity of flames. This one puzzled ether, bun couldn't read the name as it seemed to be scratched out. The picture showed him from the side running while looking behind him. He was a young athletic man, his clothes seem burnt and torn in some places. His hair was wavy and he had a goatee but the entire chapter was quite literally undecipherable. From the corner of ethers eye he saw the deity behind bars as he looked at the chapter. It felt like the deity was furious and looking directly at ether for a second.
"we're here. Prince ether please stick to my side." Enfys exclaimed suddenly. Ether hurried up and gave enfys the book back. Bun was about to ask about what bun had seen before realising something glimmered in their eyes. It was the glimmer of zatieons insignia over the gates.
Ether gulped and stood straight with her face obviously showing how nervous she was. Enfys had a smug smile on their face. Ether felt the wind currents shift but they thought nothing of it as they approached the guards who seemed mortified, ether assumed it was because of him so he felt sad.
"i have an audience scheduled with your ruler. Let us in please." Enfys said while he saw the guard shakingly go to open the gate in a hurry.
As they passed the guards enfys thanked them. Making their way to the castle ether was mesmerized by everything and everyone in the place. The kids stared at them both before a little girl poked ether.
"your hair is pretty" the little girl said with a smile. Ether smiled back "your hair is also pretty." He answered before walking away to catch up to enfys.
"prince ether, i need you to understand that since you're new to being a prince I'll be the one talking in your place. We need to make sure the ruler of this land becomes our ally." Enfys exclaimed with their eyes darting Around the place trying to see if there's anything suspicious only to see more mortified looks.
Ether nodded. Still puzzled by where that wind is coming from. They reached the castle doors. The guards there are not as frightened but they're definitely not unaffected. Ether felt ashamed of himself thinking he was the reason these people are scared. Enfys glanced at one of the guards and they immediately opened the door for them to go through. The palace was huge and ether never saw such shiny floors. He felt glad that the flip-flops he wore were still in good shape because he felt he might slip otherwise. He spun around but Very gently as to keep his arm hidden. He waved at some of the workers and they hesitantly waved back. The wind was still going. Ether could swear wind doesn't just appear out of nowhere. Then they realized that enfys may be causing it. ether didn't ask though.
As they got in it got darker. Until they reached the throne room, where zaroth sat with their generals at each corner of the room, But aimanat by his side.
"it seems our new friends are quite punctual. They said they'll arrive in three days time and they did." Said zaroth as they leaned back on their throne. "Bringing thunder to our ears as they entered." Saying that his eyes tightened a little. "You didn't have to do all that you know? Im quite good at describing who my guests will look like to my subjects."
Ether looked at enfys with confusion slanting his head
"im sure. I was just trying to make sure none of said subjects underestimate me." Enfys said as he looked directly at aimanat. "Some were smarter than that."
"always nice to see someone who's ready to pick a fight. But maybe you need to be more wise about your choice of battles." She said as she glanced around the room at the other generals. Her glances caused ether to look around as well.
There were 3 other generals in the throne room. One average height one with long moustache and a big beard with a huge golden weapon that looked like a lance and copper coloured armour that seemed to have been cleaned recently. He was smiling with one eyebrow raised.
One wide general with gauntlets that had gems that glittered on their own while he stood there cross armed at the entrance
And a general hidden in the shadow opposite to the one with the moustache. Ether couldn't see them clearly but their eyes were glowing enough to show that they were wearing black light armour without a helmet and a mask hiding their face from the nose down
Enfys grinned anda snicker escaped their mouth. As their lips parted to speak, smoke followed. Everyone covered their ears as their faces showed both pain and surprise. Except the general wearing the mask. Wind blew stronger and ether looked at enfys in fear.
"Oh i think im fine. After all im sure not even all of you combined can best a high-mage." Enfys said that while looking directly at zaroth, a smile almost devilish on their face took form to see zaroth shocked and nervously smiling with their eyebrows shaking from fighting the pain. Ether put his hand on enfys's shoulder to get her attention, he didn't notice it was his werewolf arm.
"enfys please, what's going on?? Are you hurting them?" Enfys looked at ether, after seeing their face enfys stopped and everyone in the room seemed to be fine again.
"apologies fair ruler." Said enfys before bowing down "i didn't mean to act with arrogance."
Ether put his arm back under the cape but zaroth noticed it.
"you're forgiven." Said zaroth while clearing his ear then they looked at ether "to answer your question, your friend here made us all hear their magic. It felt like thunder to our ears."
Ether looked confused but then remembered how enfys explained magic before and how people of zatieon hear it.
"so he was like, flexing his muscles loudly on you??"
The entire room fell silent and enfys looked embarrassed and stared at ether. everyone else looked at ether blankly
"oh *gulps* oh my gods." Zaroth Said while trying to catch his breath "oh we are SO using that as a way of describing that action from now on."
Then they all laughed hard.
After a few seconds of laughing they were almost out of breath
"and here i thought this was going to turn into a fight, HA! who knew one of our guests was so funny" said the copper armoured general as he approached ether to pat his back " im ferronid. You gave me a good laugh so i owe you one."
Aimanat wiped a tear off her cheek from laughing too hard "wait until everyone hears about this, i doubt anyone will ever try to do this again."
"alright alright let's all settle down now" said zaroth before clearing his throat "what's your name?"
"ether" he answered but was reluctant to continue giving anything else, zaroth realized that they need to speak without anyone around.
"well ether i sure like a guy who's both attractive and can make me laugh. Everyone, you can go back to your duties. Ether and the high mage need to speak to me about something and i think we can trust that they'll behave."
Everyone nodded and left while talking to eachother, ether heard something about how this will probably be a nice story to tell everyone before the doors were closed. leaving zaroth, ether and enfys alone.
"so," zaroth descended from the throne and got really close to ether "what can i do for you?" Saying that in an almost seductive way ether blushed and stuttered a little before zaroth felt enfys staring daggers at him
"we need to know where the arch-Mage was headed. They're the only one who can directly guide us to the deity of knowledge and we desperately need their help."
"for this i assume?" Zaroth said while pointing at ethers hand, ether tugged on the cape to hide it even more.
"...yes. the prince needs the curse to be lifted off him-"
"THE PRINCE????" Zaroth said loudly "YOU'RE THE PRINCE OF THAT LAND???"
Ether was a little frightened by the sudden change but nodded nervously. His bubble showed a sentence "please be quiter im not good with sudden noises."
"o-oh sorry, where are my manners. Im sure if it weren't for your entire nation disappearing into thin air we would've met more and became close friends prince ether. Maybe even closer than that." Zaroth said while eyeing ether before enfys walked between them blocking zaroths view
"in any case, we need your help. I know your peoples ability to hear magic isn't exactly limited unless you want it to be. Can you help us find out which direction they went? We know they were in zatieon not too long ago from a hint at the last magic guild meeting they attended." Enfys told zaroth who seemed visibly bummed out
"then why don't you ask them on the next meeting??? Seems like you're going out of your way to look for them when the next meeting must be soon" said zaroth while turning his back on enfys and sitting on their throne again
"because they're missing." Enfys stated while looking at zaroth to see how they'll react only to see a confused face "its been a few meetings now without them showing up, at first it seemed like they were busy but later we all realised we have no idea where they were."
"missing??? That can't be right. The archmage has a very important job, too important to just disappear and think its ok."
"yeah and it gets worse when you know that trying to find them with any sort of spell is a wild goose chase. I need to reach them in case something happened to them first and to help the prince with his curse second."
Ether looked a little uncomfortable for just standing around and not understanding much of what these two are saying but he managed to utter something
"will you please help us? I don't want to feel like a monster forever....." Ether said that in a very sad tone it almost broke enfys's and zaroth's hearts.
".... I'll see what i can do. I can't promise an exact destination but rather a general direction of where they went. Their magic is strong but i think they'll be sure to generally mask their presence" zaroth said after sighing and resting their back on the throne
Ether was very excited and his eyes seemed to glimmer while he had a wide smile on his face "thank you! Thank you so much uhm......im sorry i don't know your name. What should i call you?"
Enfys looked at ether "as the ruler of zatieon they have an official title as the 'judge' but its old and kind of outdated so people normally call them 'ruler zaroth'-"
"just zaroth will be fine." Zaroth interrupted. "I quite like you ether and enfys. Im sure we'll be great friends. You may stay in the castle in the chamber next to mine, its quite big and has two beds." Zaroth stated while smiling "of course if either of you or both of you wanted to share my bed i wouldn't mind. At. All." They grinned as they watched ether and enfys flustering
"Thank you for the kind offer but we'll pass. Let's go ether, I'll explain to you whatever you didn't understand in our room." Enfys said while leaving
"thank- thank you zaroth.....i might visit you in your room later to know eachother more since we're friends now..." ether left in a hurry after saying this to catch up to enfys, zaroth looked surprised but amused as he giggled a little after seeing ether almost trip.
"they're interesting, im sure going to enjoy their company." Said zaroth to himself before remembering his duties. Annoyed they sighed and got up to go to where they were needed next. Stretching and their muscles and cracking their back, the throne may need some adjustments to make it comfier.
A shadow from the corner of the top of the empty room smiled widely before fading back into nothingness
#original story#original characters#original writing#original character#ocs#my ocs#oc writing#my original characters
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Nurse Enfys ministers to Meglann.
(After stunning her with an electro-ripper to the face.)
Wonderful commission by @punkzcakes, based on the scene below with Enfys Nest and one of my OCs, Meglann Florlin, ace pilot (in her own mind), economics and military science major (and drama minor) at the University of Aldera, and diner-owner/cook. (About 3 years before the events in Solo: A Star Wars Story. From my story, N’er Spoke Again
Please go visit their site, they are hella talented and extremely easy to work with.
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There is softness surrounding me. I manage to open my eyes; it doesn’t seem to be too much of a mistake as a soft lamp light plays over my brain. A sharp smell; a slightly smoky animal smell moves into my nostrils.
I pull myself up to my elbows. The soft fur—the source of the scent— drops down from my chest, as it does, I feel cold air on my skin.
Skin?
I look down and see that and see that I’m no longer in my flight suit, nor even in the tanktop that I’d been wearing under it, in defiance of the RAC’s regulations. I don’t focus on the two (too small) items that are immediately in my vision, but the huge bruises on my left and right side under them. I realize that the cold isn’t the only thing hitting me as I struggle back to full awareness.
A sharp pain in both sides of my lower chest, pain that swells with every breath. I touch both sides ruefully. Both Nola and I had discovered one other thing in common besides snark and an affinity for certain Corellian-Mandalorian semi-nobles, Togruta huntresses, Pantoran pirates, and Zeltron-Corellian cops.
We both bruise like summer fruit on our pale skin. Usually this only manifests itself when one of that quartet that we have affinity for use their teeth, but occasionally the bruises show up in our other occupation as shit-bringers for the old order.
I can feel my own eyeroll amidst the fog as my mind goes to bite-marks. I definitely have been hanging around that Zeltron-Corellian too long.
I lift the warm fur blanket and look down the length of my body. I at least still have my underwear (glad that I was wearing it). My eyes fall on the reason that my apparently broken left leg doesn’t hurt as much as my ribs. A small bacta infusion unit is attached to that bruise; the bone is starting to itch rather than hurt. I lift my hand up to my mouth at a sudden memory.
My fingers come away without the bloody froth that I remembered.
“There was just enough of the bacta in your system to heal your punctured lung. Apparently it wasn’t too bad. Not enough for the ribs, though,” an unfamiliar voice remarks from the door.
An old woman, her wrinkled face blank, looks at me. I see a small bag in her hands. She is dressed in warm, colorful robes and furs, much like the other assholes that I’d seen had been.
I was wrong. Her face wasn’t blank. It seems to be held together by wrinkles and blatant disapproval. She walks over to the pallet, her hands unrolling a small bandage.
Without a word, she reaches down and begins to wrap my rib cage, starting just under my breasts. She is none too gentle in her motions.
“She’s of the camp that thinks we shouldn’t have wasted our precious bacta on the likes of you,” says a familiar voice from the door. I see the teenager from before standing in the door. The young woman, her curly copper hair unbound in a cascade over her shoulders looks at me from her much older brown eyes, the many freckles dark against her skin. She is no longer clad in the half-armor and greaves that she’d been in when I first encountered her; she is wrapped in a large fur cloak, much like what had been covering me until Dr. Personality had started her torture session. I can just make out some of the freckled skin of her torso underneath the tightly wrapped robe.
She walks over to the bed, dropping the cloak on the foot of the bed. She is clad in loose trousers and some kind of a singlet that leaves her shoulders and arms bare. Her feet are bare, as well, like she was prepared for bed.
I concentrate on not screaming as she seizes the other end of the bandage around my ribs and adds her strength to it, pulling it tight.
The old woman looks at her handiwork as I catch my breath, and the pain lessens to a dull roar. She busies herself poking and prodding other areas, while the teenager watches her.
“So what’s your story, Hammer?” she asks. I’m perplexed for about fifteen seconds as to how she knows my callsign; a legacy from my father, as well as from my status as one of the nine Corellian Hells, as our little social club is called. I debate about telling her about the Corellian version’s name, but I’m still not sure about being codenamed ‘Ina.’ The question is answered when I see my flightsuit draped over a chair, with the sole example of Aurabesh on it.
“I’m on a galactic tour of lesser-traveled shitholes. Got lost.”
A brief smile quirks her serious features. A part of me notes that it is a distinct improvement. I change the subject away from what the hell I was doing here. “So what are you going to tell that faction that seems to have wanted to cut my head off and let me bleed out in the snow?” I look at the doctor, who gives me another hard look of her own. “Is this one just healing me up for the beheading?” The healer says nothing.
“Why do you think I stunned you?” At her mention of that, I look over at the mirror on the far wall. I see another manifestation of my imitation of summer fruit. A bruise on the side of my face. In a place where I last remember the young woman’s electroripper being placed with some hard intent.
I might just owe her for that. I catch a glimpse of a look between my two ‘caretakers.’ A look with a shared smirk.
“I figured you might survive if everyone believes that I’ve claimed you for my bed.” I can feel a blush, as well as a raised eyebrow at that.
“Not that it might not be slightly enjoyable, dear,” I finally reply, “but I don’t rob the cradle. Come back in another three or four years or so.”
She laughs, an altogether pleasing sound, based on what I’d heard from her minions. “I’m the daughter of the chieftain of the Cloud Riders. I take what I want. Plus, I’m not sure about somebody who looks like she might be near my own age, lecturing me about cradle robbing. You’re what, eighteen?”
“Only one year off, pirate,” I reply. “Nineteen,” I add, just to clarify. I grin at her bravado, but see the look of uncertainty in her eyes. I catch the old prune looking at her with something like sympathy.
“What is it?” I ask quietly. “If you’re about to have my head taken off, you can tell me, I guess.” I wonder how I’d ever gotten so nonchalant about the impending separation of my head from my body. Well, there’s no danger of falling from a great height, like there was when I once had a cable around my neck, so there’s not much to be afraid of. I wince at my own thoughts. I’m sure that there are at least three, maybe four beings who know me well enough to call bullshit on my own false bravado—especially where heights are concerned.
Maybe even more.
I see her start to speak, then stop. Finally I hear the whisper. “My mother. I think that she’s been captured, by someone who captured and killed her mother thirty years ago.” She looks up at me, her eyes suddenly hard again. “She’s on some damnfool quest trying to get rid of a threat from Rattatak.” She pulls something from around her neck.
I find myself holding my breath as the something that I’d seen in a larger, more ornate version around Bryne Covenant’s neck, against his business suit or dress uniform, as well as the smaller version against the skin of his chest, alongside the tooth of a large beast.
The Covenant Chain. The symbol of the Covenant-Hope of Corellia.
I release the breath and look up at her face as she continues. “I can’t seem to get the Cloud Riders to follow me to go after her.” She looks away, focusing on her own face in the mirror. “I’ve never been alone before. It’s like they’re different people.” I nod and then reach out to touch her shoulder. Her skin is warm on mine. I take a deep breath unsure as to how I feel about deceiving her for that object. “I can help. Since you decided to use the bacta on my leg.”
“How? Our carrier ship’s hyperdrive is down.” She chokes. “Some leader.”
“I got some ideas about that,” I reply. “I know a guy.”
Not to mention a trio of talented women. Plus maybe even one or two that I barely trust.
I see her motion to the healer. The healer pulls out a syringe and before I can protest, jams it into my neck. “It can wait until the morning,” the old woman rasps.
The young woman pulls the furs over me and gently lays my head down. I feel my mind going fuzzy, my vision with it.
I hear myself whisper, as if from a great distance. “What’s your name?”
She pulls up her own fur cloak and wraps it around her, sitting in a small chair, shifting it closer to the bed.
As I fade, I hear her whisper in my mind, as her fingers move through the hair on my forehead. She pulls closer to me
“Enfys. Enfys Nest.”
My last sensation is of a slightly earthy, but not unpleasant smell. A smell of engine grease, mixed with a hint of bright citrus, ushers me into sleep.
#star wars#fanart#original characters#enfys nest#@punzcakes#beautiful#go commission them when they can#in between the stories you know#adventures in fanfic writing
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Black Character Tournament: Left Side!
adding a post break to make this more rebloggable
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Chidi Anagonye | The Good Place vs Bow | She-Ra & the Princesses of Power
Marina Ida | Splatoon vs Youngblood Ra | Roleslaying with Roman
Barret Wallace | Final Fantasy VII vs Lunella Lafayette/Moon Girl | Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur
Lucas Sinclair | Stranger Things vs Gus Porte | The Owl House
Carole Stanley | Carole and Tuesday vs Garnet | Steven Universe
Aisha/Layla | Winx Club vs Carter Kane and Sadie Kane | The Kane Chronicles
Martha Jones | Doctor Who vs Death | Sandman (TV)
Finn | Star Wars vs Oluwande Boodhari | Our Flag Means Death
Leshawna | Total Drama vs Sonic the Hedgehog | Sonic the Hedgehog
Jodie Landon | Daria vs Helen Brand | Glass Onion
Wolf | Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts vs Benson | Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts
Mike Hanlon | IT (Steven King) vs Burton Guster | Psych
Flow | Roleslaying With Roman vs Nasuada | Inheritance Cycle/Eragon Trilogy
Jordan Hennessey | Dreamer Trilogy vs Ava Coleman | Abbott Elementary
Duke Thomas | DC Comics vs Mel Medarda | Arcane
Molly Blyndeff | Epithet Erased vs Michael Burnham | Star Trek Discovery
Neena Thurman (Domino) | Marvel comics / Deadpool 2 vs Nyota Uhura | Star Trek The Original Series
Gregory Eddie | Abbott Elementary vs Kipo Oak | Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts
Elena Amamiya | Star Twinkle Precure vs Simon Aumar | Dungeons and Dragons: Honor Among Thieves
Karli Morgenthau | MCU: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier vs Enfys Nest | Star Wars: A Solo Story
Connor Hawke/Green Arrow | DC Comics vs Myla | One Last Stop
Winston Bishop | New Girl vs Khalil Harris | The Hate U Give
T'Challa | Black Panther vs Dr. Charlotte | Falsettos (Revival)
Gigi Thompson | Inside Job vs Isaiah | One Last Stop
Ivan Taylor | The Wilds vs Nathan Byrne | The Bastard Son & the Devil Himself
Miranda Bailey | Grey's Anatomy vs Essun | Broken Earth Trilogy
Agent 355 | Y : The Last Man vs Audacious Opportunity (A.O.) Rooke | Friends at the Table (Partizan)
OJ Haywood | Nope 2022 vs Nubia | Wonder Woman
Mr Nancy | American Gods vs Storm | X Men
Ambrose Spellman | Chilling Adventures of Sabrina vs Louis | The Walking Dead Game
Angela Moore | Boy Meets World vs Hilary Banks | The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air
Junko Saotome | Nana vs Wes Gibbins | How to Get Away with Murder
Turk | Scrubs vs Wallace Fennel | Veronica Mars
Frozone | The Incredibles vs Kendra Young | Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Joelle Brooks | Dear White People vs Sans | Undertale
Anissa Pierce/Thunder | Black Lightning vs Koriand'r/Starfire | Titans (DC TV show)
Andre Harris | Victorious vs Sara | Over the Garden Wall
Samol | Friends at the Table vs Taion | Xenoblade Chronicles 3
Emerald Haywood | Nope (2022) vs Genly Ai | The Left Hand of Darkness
Sarah Miller | The Last of Us (TV) vs Pinkie Pie | My Little Pony
Muhammed Avdol | Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure vs Dr Foreman | House MD
Efi Oladele | Overwatch vs Jason Hauer | We only find them when they are dead
Bram Greenfeld | Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda / Love, Simon vs Zélie Adebola | Children of Blood and Bone
Nick Fury | Marvel vs Sam Wilson | MCU
Uniqua | The Backyardigans vs Alexx Woods | CSI Miami
Rue | Euphoria vs Bill Potts | Doctor Who
Nadine Ross | Uncharted series vs Jalil Sherman | Everworld
Baal (Valentine) | The Wicked + the Divine vs Jamal Saturday | Locke and Key (comics)
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NEWS
SWEET FAMILY TIME
Council member Theo MacMahon was spotted taking grandson Nicholas on a stroll today, leaving us all aw-ing at the absolute cuteness of the moment. The politician seems to be taking his family duties ever so seriously, despite the mysteries surrounding this little nooboo's parentage!
ROMANCE IN THE AIR?
While giving his first series of concert in Mt Komorebi, genius musician Heathcliff Harper was spotted at a local bar enjoying the company of a young woman. Is fortune finally smiling to the young man, who has been known for his miserable love life? Will he finally be able to escape the curse brought to his family by the frivolous behaviour of his grandfather, Leonardo Harper?
STRANGE DISCOVERY
New mermaid species, alien invasion, or harmless hoax? These two pictures have been THE talk of the month on Social Bunny. Uploaded from an anonymous account a few weeks ago, the pictures show what looks like a human / fish hybrid, visibly frightened by the camera. The scientific community confirmed this form of mermaid has never been sighted before and they cannot rule if we really are in the presence of a new biological evolution, or if it is all just a prank by some bored teenagers...
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Tired of your babies staying in their bassinet until they're old enough to learn to walk? Grumble no more, the gods above have promised a remedy to this plague! When will we see it? Who knows!
Theo MacMahon & Nicholas MacMahon by @buglaur | Picture by @buglaur
Heathcliff Harper by @akitasimblr | Picture by @auroragoth
Iri Enfys by @void-imp | Pictures by @auroragoth
Texts by @auroragoth
Thank you Laur, Ana and Olly for your participation 💛
#SimTalk monthly#theo macmahon by buglaur#nicholas macmahon by buglaur#heathcliff harper by akitasimblr#iri enfys by void-imp#buglaur#akitasimblr#void-imp#sims 4#ts4#the sims 4#sims#the sims#simblr#STM1
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NSFW HEADCANNON OF THE DAY!
THE RIDDLER
TW: sexual themes, kinks, mirror sex, riding, strap-on, narratophilia, cum, cream pie, pole dance, chair dance, eating out.
Mirror:
He likes to be seen, but he also likes to see himself, naked and panting while you please him like he's your god, he likes to see how hard you work and want him when you're giving him a head.
The other option is for you to gift him a reverse cowgirl and he will be mesmerised by the sight of you riding him and moaning so loudly.
Our beloved Riddler also wants you to fuck him in front of the mirror, so do it for him. Make him see how he can be your good little bitch, stick it all in him, if you're wearing a strap-on show him the wonders of different sexual positions and note which one he likes best.
Narratophilia:
Eddie loves to tease you but at the same time remind you of every single thing going on. So get ready, he's going to tell you in the dirtiest way how he's fucking you.
“It's so nice when I feel your cum run down my entire cock and soil the bed, don't worry, now I'm doing it harder… On purpose.”
Edward might like to put Narratophilia and mirror together, well he would fuck in front of the mirror and hold you around the neck or face so you too watch yourself get fucked by him.
Also narrate and guide him, Tell him when and how you are going to touch him, if you notice that he grunted or gasped, remind him of that tell him that you like to know that he likes to be touched in such a naughty way, but that there was no need for shame.
Cream pie:
There is nothing that is more pleasurable for this man than a great post-orgasm. And that includes him watching his cum oozing out of you and down your thighs, for him you cummed all over is his best work of art, maybe he'll lick , some of the cum from inside you.
Just for fun.
Don't be intimidated he would love to be filled by you too, cum inside him and squeeze his ass to see the cum come down faster from him, hear him moan low and try to muffle his own words while feeling such a hot and delicious liquid dripping from him.
Dance:
Well, that could be either chair dancing or pole dancing. Wear clothes that show off your body, wear a harness, move around to sexy music in the background, twerk on his lap, feel him getting hard and if you tease him well enough…. Oops, he had an accident in his pants.
PTBR
Mirror:
Ele gosta de ser visto, mas também gosta de ver a ele mesmo, nu e ofegante enquanto você o agrada como se ele fosse o seu deus, ele gosta vê ver como você se esforça e o deseja quando está o chupando.
A outra opção é você o presentear com uma reverse cowgirl e ele vai ficar hipnotizado com a sua figura sentando e gemendo tão alto.
Nosso amado Charada também quer que você o coma na frente do espelho, então faça isso pra ele.
Faça-o ver como ele pode ser sua boa putinha, enfie tudo nele, se estiver usando um strap-on mostre para ele as maravilhas das diversas posições sexuais e note qual ele mais gosta.
Narratofilia:
Eddie ama te provocar mas ao mesmo tempo lembrar a você cada coisa que está acontecendo.
Então se prepare, ele vai dizer da maneira mais suja como ele está te fodendo.
“É tão gostoso quando eu sinto seu gozo escorrer pelo meu pau inteiro e sujar a cama, não se preocupe agora estou fazendo mais forte...Propositalmente.”
Edward pode gostar de juntar Narratofilia e mirror, bem ele comeria na frente do espelho e lhe seguraria no pescoço ou rosto para que você também se assista sendo fodida por ele.
Narre também e o guie, Diga quando e como você vai toca-lo, se notar que ele grunhiu ous ofegou, faça-o lembrar disso diga que gosta de saber que ele gosta de ser tocado de uma maneira tão safada, mas que não havia necessidade para vergonha.
Cream pie:
Não tem nada que seja mais prazeroso para este homem do que um ótimo pós-orgasmo.
E isso inclui ele observar o gozo dele escorrendo de dentro de você e descendo pelas suas coxas, para ele você gozado é a melhor obra de arte dele, talvez ele lamba um pouco do gozo de dentro de você. Apenas por diversão.
Não se intimide ele adoraria ser preenchido por você também, goze dentro dele e aperte sua bunda para ver o gozo descer mais rápido dele, o escute gemer baixo e tentar abafar as próprias palavras enquanto sente um líquido tão quente e delicioso escorrer dele.
Dance:
Bem, isso pode ser tanto de chair dance quanto pole dance. Use roupas que mostrem o seu corpo, use harness, se mova de um lado ao outro com uma música sexy de fundo, rebole no colo dele, sinta-o ficar duro e se você o provocar bem o suficiente.... Opa, ele teve um acidente nas calças.
#fanfiction#fanfic#fandom#dc riddler#dc batman#dc comics#headcannons#not safe 4 twerk#not safe fw#nsfwhotd#btas riddler#edward nashton#edward nygma#edward nygma x reader#edward nygma x you
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I seem to have written an astrology book?! ♐
You know what’s awesome? Writing a book and getting it published.
Know what’s awesome-er? Getting the opportunity to write a book with one of your mentors.
I’ve had to hold in my squee about this for many months, but I’m super excited to finally tell you that I’m the second author on Sagittarius Witch, one of twelve books of the Witch’s Sun Sign Series written by Ivo Dominguez, Jr. and published by Llewellyn over the next year. The first few volumes are available now, and the Sagittarius volume will be released in April 2024.
Here’s the official description of the Sagittarius book:
Travel off the beaten path in both your daily life and magical practice with this book on maximizing the power of your Sun sign. Sharing numerous spells, exercises, recipes, and stories, Ivo Dominguez, Jr. and Enfys J. Book show you how to make your witchcraft greater than ever with Sagittarius energy. This book offers many ways to channel your natural tendencies into stronger magic, including Sagittarius correspondences, cleansing and shielding methods, self-care routines, and divination techniques.
When people ask what I wrote for the book, I basically sum it up as “Ivo wrote all the crunchy astrology bits, and I wrote several blog-style pieces about the lived experience of being a Sagittarius witch.” (Also, no pressure, but Ivo himself is a Sagittarius. So that wasn’t intimidating at all!)
About the Witch’s Sun Sign Series
The Witch’s Sun Sign Series, the brainchild of brilliant Llewellyn editor Elysia Gallo, is a unique and exciting project to be part of. Each book in the series is jointly written by Ivo Dominguez, Jr. and a witch of that particular sun sign, and includes several additional contributions from other witches of that sun sign. The Sagittarius volume includes contributions from Mama Gina, Donyelle Headington, Devin Hunter, Cosette Paneque, Michael G. Smith, Natalie Zaman, Dawn Aurora Hunt, and Sandra Kynes.
And these books are so pretty, too. The cover and interior design of each volume is lush, vibrant, and gorgeous, thanks to Llewellyn Art Director Shira Atakpu (who was also the cover designer for Queer Qabala!). Each book is accessibly-priced and presented in a friendly, giftable size. Consider getting one of these highly-personalized and extremely useful books for each of your witchy friends!
[Video description: A flip through “Aries Witch,” the first published volume in the Witch’s Sun Sign Series, showing its gorgeous cover and page design.]
I had a wonderful experience collaborating with Ivo and Elysia on this book, and am deeply honored to have been part of the project.
The book is available for pre-order, along with most of the other books in the series. Links are below!
Pre-order Sagittarius Witch
Bookshop.org (affiliate link)
Amazon (U.S.) (affiliate link)
Barnes & Noble
Llewellyn
Amazon (Canada)
Amazon (UK)
Request at your local library
Add to your Goodreads queue
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A thread of tweets from Enfys Book (AKA Lucky Annie) (@enfysbook) on Twitter, from 20 December 2020. [Note that I disabled my account in December 2022, so this tweet thread is no longer accessible on Twitter.] Text follows. You can watch the movie free on YouTube here (under its alternate title, “Beyond Tomorrow”).
I had some unexpected downtime yesterday, so I watched “Happiest Season.” When I finished the movie, I was in the mood for another chill holiday movie, and looked through Amazon Prime’s offerings. I found one called “Beyond Christmas” from 1940, and it’s totally bananas.
The first 30 min of “Beyond Christmas” (which has an 80-minute runtime) are basically “old rich white guys being nice to poor people, just for funsies,” and honestly, I’m here for it. But then it gets weird. Let’s break this movie down. It is a RIDE.
The movie opens with street scenes of Christmas and gently falling snow in New York. We are then brought to a nice living room, where two older businessmen are dictating Very Businessy Things to their secretaries.
A third older businessman enters, arms full of gifts. He basically tells everyone they need to stop working, because it’s Christmas Eve. Secretaries are given gifts, and they go home. Businessmen start getting ready for a Fancy Meal with two expected Fancy Guests.
But oh - Fancy Guests cancel, last-minute. And here these men are, on Christmas Eve, in their own home, in tuxedos (yes, really), with nobody but their deposed-Russian-countess maid (yes, really) and butler (who fled Russia with her) to keep them company. WHAT DO
I’m going to pause the plot description for just a moment to describe these dudes. We have Optimist Guy, Pessimist Guy, and Moderate Guy. That’s basically all you need to know about them, except they are all older, unmarried men and are BUST BUDS and love each other very much.
Optimist Guy gets an idea. Why don’t they take the extra wallets they had intended as client gifts, put $10 in each of them, as well as a business card, and fling them into the street below? Any honest person who attempts to return a wallet would then be invited to Fancy Dinner.
Other Business Bros agree. They make a bet on whether anyone will turn up.
Dinner is at 7. Clock strikes 7, nobody has turned up, and it appears Optimist has lost the bet.
But then - the doorbell rings! It’s a shabby man from Texas, returning a wallet. He has holes in his shoes.
Soon after, a pretty young woman turns up with a second wallet.
Both are invited to dinner. The whole household has a marvelous time. Texas sings a song & woman is 😍.
When the party ends, Business Bros slyly give Texas a nice overcoat, because he didn’t have one.
Then we get a montage showing the next few weeks - this newly-formed polycule of 3 Business Bros, Texas, and Pretty Young Woman are inseparable. They go to parties & bowling.
Then Business Bros get called to a Business Trip. They need to fly somewhere to do a thing. Deposed Countess Maid begs them to take the train, because planes are scary. They laugh at her.
While Business Bros are gone, Texas and Pretty go for a walk and get engaged. They rush to Business Bros’ house to share the news, in hopes they’ve returned.
They haven’t returned. They’re dead. And now they’re ghosts, haunting the house.
Countess invites the young couple to live in the house, and the ghosts nudge her to find an envelope of bonds left for the couple’s wedding. Business Bros knew what was up.
Journalists take an interest in Business Bros’ death and want to keep writing about it, even when there isn’t much else to say. They learn about the couples’ little inheritance and decide to write about it, for reasons. Which leads to the couple being invited onto the radio.
Pretty is excited for Texas to go on the radio, because he’s such a good singer and this could be his big break. I guess it’s normal to get interviewed about a death and then be invited to sing? Did New York really lack content to fill airtime back then? Who knows.
At the radio station, Texas meets Famous Singer Lady, who is excited to hear him sing.
Texas sings, blows it out of the park. Famous Singer Lady invites him to be part of her Famous Singer Lady Tour. His big break!
Cut to Business Bro Ghosts. Optimist Ghost is Jazzed AF for Texas and wants him to chase his dreams.
Pessimist Ghost says becoming a singer will lead Texas to a life of depravity.
Pessimist Ghost says this, then immediately gets sucked into Hell.
Yes, really.
Other two Ghost Bros: “WELP.”
Sure enough, though, Pessimist was right. Texas gets caught up in The Life and immediately begins neglecting his wife Pretty and flirting with Famous Singer Lady.
Pretty is sad. Optimist tells her to fight for Texas. She goes over to the house and they have an awkward conversation that’s basically Texas saying, “Uh, being a famous singer is, like, A Lot, so maybe I’ll just call you when the tour is over?” And she’s like, “K, bye” & leaves.
Optimist tells Texas to chase after her, and he almost does, but then the phone rings and it’s Famous Singer Lady saying she’ll pick him up in 20 minutes for their vacation together in the country.
Ghost Bros (minus one) are upset, but then the sky opens up and a young man in military uniform comes down from Heaven to get his dad, Moderate Ghost. We didn’t know Moderate had a kid. He’s never been mentioned. But here he is. Moderate asks son what heaven is like.
Ghost Army Boy says “what do you want heaven to be like?” And Moderate gets all misty-eyed and says he wants it to be like the barracks, minus the front. He was happy in the war, surrounded by “ready young men.” !!!
Cool, so it shall be. Moderate goes to Gay Heaven. ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🖤🤎
Optimist Ghost is alone, but he’s determined to do...something...to protect Texas from committing infidelity. He rides along in the car going to the country, petulantly knocking Famous Singer’s hood off her head.
They get to the country resort, they’re having dinner, and they get called up on-stage to perform a song because they are famous. As they stand up, both Texas and Famous are shot by Famous’ ex-husband, who had secretly followed them there.
Oh shoot, I forgot something. Right before the dinner scene, Optimist is outside the resort and God calls him to heaven. He says no, he has to stay and help Texas.
God says “you only get asked once, if you don’t come now, you wander the earth as a ghost forever, and also your mom really misses you.”
Optimist says no, he has to stay. God’s all, “K, fuck you, walk the Earth as a shattered soul” and the gates to heaven close.
OK, restaurant scene happens. Texas and Famous are shot, cut to hospital. Surgery is happening. Optimist is pacing the waiting room. Pretty is sobbing in Countess’ arms.
Ghost of Texas walks out of surgery and runs into Optimist. “What up, friend”
Texas sees Pretty and is full of regret. He asks where Famous is. Optimist says, “Gone. She didn’t have a soul to begin with.” (HOLY SHIT)
Heavens open up AGAIN. God calls for Optimist. Says “your mother wouldn’t leave me alone until I gave you another chance.” (Thanks, Mom!) Optimist says he’s ready, but asks God to do him a solid and bring Texas back to life, because he’s learned his lesson. God is all “FINE.”
As Optimist starts walking into the night, Pessimist shows up! Optimist is like “wtf where did you come from” and Pessimist says he was in darkness for a long time, but thoughts of Optimist and Moderate melted his heart full of angst and brought him to the light. (!) ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🖤🤎
Ghost Bros go to Gay Heaven and Texas gets another shot at life.
FIN.
Merry Christmas?
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Hey I watched Solo again for the first time in a while and remember when new Star Wars was movie quality? Remember Enfys Nest? Remember when stuff was fun and cool and was professionally made and the Star Wars show was on the internet and the new Star Wars being produced wasn’t mediocre? Because I just remembered
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Wildflowers, a Tamlin x Rhysand prequel fic
Chapter 5 - War Room
(notes & warning: This chapter touches on themes of slavery and is totally skippable! While there might be some heavy themes in terms of war, slavery and Faerie politics, the focus of this story is Tamlin and Rhysand.)
Even voices come together like the strings of an intricate puppet—the kind that boasts so many intricate machinations that its movements look real. Tamlin can never get enough of those things and the elaborate plays put on for his amusement. Other children would join him, of course, but Tamlin would always sit front and centre with his bright eyes reflecting the show lights.
Gone is the age of child-like wonder. At least, that was what his father decreed.
He can no longer sit in the middle of this vast war room and play with the wooden pions like they were toys. Each of them means something. The words exchanged are important, but his eyes are growing heavy, hearing only monotonous buzzing when the High Lords and his commanders speak.
Hybern and its King are mentioned one, two, three and so many more times that Tamlin loses count. The ball had been pretty, but his enjoyment stopped there. The King was… cold and his people were strange in a way that sends shivers down his spine. They’re not right, he’d told Enfys on the way back and his brother had smacked him upside the head for being speaking out of turn.
The brother in question stands in front of the large oak table. Tamlin can barely see the map atop it, staring at the wooden replicas of castles, manors and the High Lords of each Court. Most of the armies have been carved out to reflect the Court’s warring styles, but they aren’t quite done. A craftsman sits in the corner of the room, working fervently as the Spring Council’s needs arise.
“Nostrus?” Enfys asks, planting a finger atop the lifeless figure. “He’s here most of the time.”
“His presence does not mean anything . Nostrus and his frivolous Court do not believe in slaves, whatever that means,” says a stinky old Fae that always barks at Tamlin. He’s supposed to be someone of importance, but he’s not very smart if he’s telling the High Lord’s son what to do. “The same can be said of Memrun.”
Tamlin does tune in when his favourite High Lords are mentioned. He’s still not sure what they’re talking about, but his pointed ears twitch with eagerness. Iolin reaches down to stroke his hair, encouraging. He needs to pay attention and listen more.
“So, you’re saying we have no allies in Prythian?” Iolin hides his concern, but Tamlin knows him too well.
Their father lifts his gaze from the map and it settles on Tamlin. It does not waiver as he speaks, “We don’t need allies. We need time.” Celyddon smiles at his son. “You’ll help us fight, won’t you?”
Nothing catches a child’s attention like his father’s pride. Tamlin perks, blooming with bright happiness and nods. He nods with the eagerness of an innocent and naive child; he’ll make his father proud and fight alongside his brothers. If all he needs to do is mimic the animals he adores in the forest, then that’s easy!
Celyddon smiles, his gaze like that of a satisfied cat who’s caught his prey. That decided, he continues the conversation like nothing ever was.
Tamlin can feel the weight of Iolin’s gaze on him, but he won’t meet his brother’s eyes because he knows he’s going to be upset. Enfys had said it was jealousy once. All the sons of a High Lord are destined to compete against one another. Enfys usually wins when it comes to their father’s favourite.
“The… humans have also started migrating towards the Summer Court,” Commander Rhodri announces.
“What do you mean migrating? Birds migrate, fish migrate. Property does not migrate .” The High Lord’s anger is palpable. Power fills the room, rolling off the Fae like suffocating dust—like the remnants of bone he can crush with his bare stony hands.
It’s true, you know, Iolin had told Tamlin once. That our hearts can turn to stone if we aren’t careful.
“Shut the borders. Kill any humans that try to escape.”
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A year later, the humans declare war on the Faeries of Prythian for their freedom.
#my fics#wildflowers#acotar au#acotar#acotar fanfiction#tamlin#tamlin x rhysand#rhysand x tamlin#rhysand#pro tamlin#ao3feed
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So the macaw wings came back recently, and I wanted to make a character to use them, and I realized it was the perfect opportunity to make a character for Pride Month as well!!
Meet Enfys the Proud! All of their mounts are dyed after Pride flags that apply to either me, or my boyfriend @augury-of-death!
Mounts/flags are as follows:
Resplendent Avialan - Asexual flag
Timberland Badged - Pansexual flag
Magnificent Hummingbird - Polyamory flag
Primal Spirit - Bisexual flag
Sacred Pegasus - Trans flag
Jagged Kournan - Queer Chevron flag
Shimmerwing - Nonbinary flag
(Enfys is nonbinary and uses any pronouns! Also please don’t tag this as any form of “queer slur”, queer is part of my identity and I ask that people respect that!)
#guild wars 2#gw2 fan submission#gw2 sylvari#tyria pride#i'm going to be showing up to tyria pride on enfys!! maybe other characters too but enfys will be my main pride character c:#when i was trying to dye their mounts i realized that there obvs wasn't enough mounts to include every flag so#i decided to use the ones me and my boyfriend use!!#also please appreciate the red pan-da idea that my boyfriend had
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The shepherd prince
Chapter eight: a lesson about zatieon
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Enfys woke up the next day with their back cracking like little branches and a little cranky. Ether wasn't so affected by camping outside.
"Dear gods I forgot how this feels. I've gotten soft." Said enfys while stretching a little and bending his back.
"If it's so bad I can carry you upside down. I used to do that sometime for fun and i could hear plenty of cracks then." Ether suggested
Enfys's face changed into a look of horror
"THAT'D HURT LIKE CRAZY." He answered. Looking in pain just imagining that scenario. "I'll be fine. Let's just keep walking, we need to get to zatieon a little earlier than we told the ruler." He said while sprinting, his back cracked a few times through that but it stopped after.
"Oh yeah. What's zatieon? I remember the word from somewhere." Ether asked in confusion
"I forgot you dont know alot about anything outside the ruins. Zatieon is a neighbouring country to your fallen kingdom. Though the connection between the two nations was.....bad. the king and the last ruler of zatieon hated each other alot." Enfys talked while bringing out an atlas and showing ether the map. "See? It's not too far from you but the last ruler forbade any news or any sort of acknowledgement of your existence. The people didnt protest- they kinda hated your kingdom alot too. But your father sealed the deal by insulting the ruler and well. It's the reason they JUST realized your kingdom has fallen after over 20 years."
Ether looked a little sad but not surprised. "So nobody liked my kingdom and nobody cared when it fell huh?"
Enfys closed the atlas and looked him in the eyes. "They may have deserved alot but they didnt deserve this torture. My family doesn't think so. I dont either. And I dont think you deserve this fate at all ether." Enfys stopped him before saying this as to get him to focus. Ether looked like he blushed a little.
"Thank you.....hey what do I need to know about zatieon? Anything interesting?" He said while walking again hastily to change the subject. Enfys saw right through him but he played along.
"Well you see zatieon is a biiiiiig country. They didnt do any conquests or anything they just kinda flocked together from around the continent at the orders of some wealthy family heads who wanted to unite under one nation. They took as much space as they wanted and honestly it helped keep the country afloat. The country is run by the last rulers child- the one we're meeting- zaroth. The rulers keep the names and looks of their children a secret until they need to resign."
Ether looked interested. "That sounds very strange. To not know how your rulers children look."
"Oh its because they fight over the throne when the ruler steps down."
"Huh?" Ether exclaimed in surprise.
"The children of the ruler join the battle for the throne. After the ruler feels like they're getting too old to rule or feel like they want to retire they issue a form of tournament. The people in said tournament compete in many ways that show wits, strategical prowess and battle capabilities. They do it infront of an audience and they even get a watchbug to keep track of the whole thing to show it to everyone later. Contenders only get disqualified after they fail 2 trials in a row of the same type. The children of the ruler join the fray and have to earn their spot in the tournament. Of course the children get trained and everything before this moment but it guarantees no one will go easy on them or try to harm them too much based on a grudge. At the very end the contenders go against the ruler himself and they're either in or out. Zaroth and their sister aimanat competed and as I heard they both won against their father. And right when they were about to fight each other aimanat kneeled and swore allegiance to zaroth."
Ether looked fascinated and in awe. "So we are going into a country ruled by THE greatest person in it as they earned that title???? AND WE'RE MEETING THAT PERSON???"
Enfys looked a little jealous of how excited ether was to meet zaroth. "...yes."
"Alright then we're going to the river right before we get there."
"I'm sorry?"
"I need to wash myself before I meet that person. Oh I'll need your help hiding this though. *gesturing at his werewolf arm*"
".....sure!" enfys smiled a smile with full teeth that looked like it was forced but ether didn't notice.
"I'm so excited now! Anything else about zatieon? Anything else amazing?" Ether had star eyes while getting her face close to enfys's
"W-well....." enfys looked a little flustered. "There is ONE more thing. The people of zatieon have the ability to hear the magic going through things on command."
Ether slanted his head "hear?"
"Yes. Remember how I told you that your body makes a sort of current of magic whenever you use it? They can hear the power of your soul and how much magic you let go through your body when you make a spell."
"That sounds like alot of pain. You said magic is in every living being. They'd go insane."
"Well no they have this weird ability to center it on one thing. They studied its limits and everything but they have no idea of the origin. They only knew it started appearing sometime after the country was established."
Ether put his hand on his chin and wondered for a few seconds on why that would be.
"Well why dont we try finding it out! Like right now! I'm bored and my brain is totally burnt from all this information so I cant hear much more of it haha."
Enfys smiled and rolled their eyes. "Sure. Lets solve a mystery even the people who have the ability cant." He said sarcastically
"That's the spirit!"
"Wait ether-"
"So I think it maybe something they eat! Like how some plants make your mouth smell good for a while. "
Ether and enfys then kept arguing and brainstorming about this until night came. This time they had the sweet potatoes ready as ether brought extra.
Ether also tried getting the ground to be a little nicer on enfys's back. Enfys appreciated it. They laid down to sleep but kept the pheonix nest around.
"Hey enfys?"
"Hm?"
"I was wondering who the gods are. You mentioned them earlier today."
Enfys looked a little pleased. "You're one good student you know that?"
"Alright Alright! Let me do this how it should be done though." Enfys started making clouds and fog similar to what ether saw when enfys told him a story. Ether sat up straight, his excitement was apparent on how his eyes shined. "Its story time."
".....hehehehe. well now I do. But come on tell me!"
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I've seen you sort most Star Wars characters, but what about the OGs? Luke, Leia and Han?
Our main OT trio have already been sorted, and I'm inclined to agree with their previous assessment for the most part. Only thing I'd change is adding a Badger Secondary model for Luke depending on where in the timeline you're looking at him.
Luke: Bird/Lion + Badger model
Probably the sorting that needs the most explanation of the three. Thankfully, he was sorted by our OG sorters, @sortinghatchats, who do an amazing job explaining their reasoning behind his Bird Primary. Only thing I would add is that during Luke’s conversation with Obi-Wan, when Obi-Wan first lays out our hero’s call to action and the basics of the Force, Luke is just sure I’ll incorporate that into my world view. This is typical of a Bird accepting new information and adjusting their system accordingly (especially if you want to count the deleted scenes as possible canon, given Luke would have been ready to join the Empire a few scenes before this).
As for his Secondary, Luke is a reactionary Lion, charging into rescue his friends at Cloud City and jumping into attack when Vader threatens Leia in Return of the Jedi. Even one of the most contentious points of the sequel trilogy, when Luke reacts on instinct to what he senses from Ben Solo, is a display of his Lion. Yoda attempted to tamp down these reactive instincts during Luke’s training by passing on a Badger Secondary to Luke, and given what charging in got him at the end of Empire Strikes Back, Luke tries to fit the image of a model Jedi, patient and hardworking, during Return of the Jedi and as he starts building his new school. But from the moment we were introduced to him, complaining about helping Uncle Owen on that moisture farm on Tatooine, we knew Luke wasn’t interested in hard work, and by the time Rey finds him in the sequels, he seems to have given up most of his Badger Secondary model.
Leia: Lion/Lion + Snake model
While skilled in deception, it's something that Leia has learned in order to keep her rebel activities a secret for as long as she could. At her core, however, she is consistently shown taking quick, decisive action even when thrown into an unexpected situation, whether that means blasting open a garbage chute to escape, strangling Jabba with the chains she was bound with, or handing off the Death Star plans to Artoo when it looked like she would be captured. Her Lion Secondary shines under pressure but can also make her reckless, like when she wants to stay on Hoth despite the base being under attack. She’s willing to give everything she has to her cause, and as a Lion Primary, she’s generally unwavering in her beliefs. She also shows a tendency to trust her gut instinct when it comes to judgement calls, such as when she feels something is off when they first meet Lando, getting a bad feeling about Threepio going missing, or even claiming she knew there was more to Han when he returned at the end of A New Hope despite there being no logical reason to believe so.
Han: Snake/Lion
Interestingly enough, one of the most consistent complaints I see about the Solo movie is about Han's primary. People were upset that helping Enfys Nest at the end of the movie seemed to imply he wasn't the Snake Primary we all know him to be, that he would consider joining the rebellion for something other than Luke and Leia, that he hadn't spent those years leading up to A New Hope living his best space scoundrel life, living only for himself and Chewie (and arguably the Falcon). But all that is still canon. Han rejects Nest's offer to join her rebellion. Plus, his primary motivation for most of the movie is Qi'ra, so Solo is just more evidence of his Snake Primary.
As Han says, he only takes orders from one person: himself. Most of what we see from Leia and Han butting heads comes the two of them being Internal Primaries with Lion Secondaries. Both just know instinctively what they want to do and jump in to do it, only to find that’s what the other is doing too, and if their instincts don’t happen to line up, they wind up arguing. In fact, Leia’s rescue from the Death Star gives us some great Lion Secondary moments from Han, such as trying to throw off some officers over the comm channels and blasting out the comms when that doesn’t work, or literally charging at some stormtroopers to intimidate them.
Also, Han shot first.
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The First Day We Met
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September ended long ago, but I said I was going to finish the prompts, and I’m not gonna break my word! I wrote this a while ago, I think October.
Prompt: Day 23 - At a certain age you switch bodies with your soulmate for 24 hours
Summary- Logan wakes up in his soulmate’s body as expected, however when he finds his own body, something’s a little off.
Ship(s) - Janus/Roman/Logan (Roloceit), Patton/Remus (Intruality)
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Logan checked the letter on his bedside table for the 10th time. He should be asleep, he knew that. He had about an hour before the switch happened and everyone always said it was better to be asleep when it actually happened. Logan drummed his fingers against his leg and took a breath. He wasn’t tired. Not even slightly. Logan checked the time again, fifteen minutes had gone by.
He huffed and lied down on his bed. Maybe if he closed his eyes he would fall asleep…
Logan woke up to the sound of a bird screaming outside. Logan threw an arm over his face and groaned, what a way to wake up. He reached out towards his nightstand to grab his glasses.
Logan frowned as his hand brushed through air instead of hitting his nightstand. He opened his eyes and was shocked with many things. First, how clear his vision was. Second that he wasn’t in his own room and third, that his soulmate put up with those birds every morning.
Logan looked around the small room for any sign of whose body he was in. He was in the bottom bunk of a bunk bed, but the top bunk was empty. However it was clearly slept in. Across the room there was a piece of paper on the desk that normally Logan wouldn’t be able to see. Logan stood up and walked over slowly, he felt off balance as he walked. Probably a height difference, Logan reasoned. Although Logan wasn’t quite sure if he was taller or shorter than his soulmate.
Logan took a seat at the desk and unfolded the paper. In beautiful calligraphy writing, it read:
Dearest Soulmate,
Good morning, or good night depending on whether or not you were able to sleep tonight, I know it will be a struggle on my end. My name is Roman (he/him!)
I am a sophomore at Sanders Academy, but school is not in session yet, which makes you free to do whatever you wish today! I live with my wonderful roommate Remy (she/they/he) and my twin, Remus (he/him). I would recommend not taking anything he says too seriously. He will try to scare you. Fortunately he’s paying back his friend a favor so he won’t be around much today.
I do hope we live close enough to meet today, however if not I would hope you would leave your contact information somewhere, and I will try to do the same if my memory serves me!
My friend Patton (they/them) will be coming by at about ten am, they said that when they swapped with their soulmate it was nice to have a friendly face to show them around! Patton’s really chill though, so don’t worry about time and all that! The plans are loose!
Like always I have procrastinated until the very last moment to write this, so I hope I have provided as much information as you need! If you have any questions, Patton has known me since I was seven so they can probably answer you!
Truly yours,
Roman Enfys Pride
Oh! Ps my phone can use face ID, so you should be all good to use it!
Logan smiled as he set down the note, the note was littered with doodles, the more detailed ones were next to each of the names there was a little doodle of a person. Probably to help Logan identify them when he met them, it was an incredibly thoughtful gesture.
Well Sanders Academy certainly sounded familiar, it was where Logan was currently going to school. Logan glanced around for a clock or something to tell the time. He spotted said phone charging on the floor by the door. Logan picked it up and hummed at the time, it was nine o’clock. That gave Logan some time before his soulmate’s friend came over.
Logan looked around, there was a mirror on the desk. He walked over and examined his soulmate, the body he was in, in the mirror. Logan had to admit this Roman person was quite beautiful. His face seemed to be mostly symmetrical, besides the freckles which were scattered and almost random looking, his eyes were dark brown and deep.
There was a knock at the door. Logan whirled around and immediately stumbled slightly, he was not used to this body.
“Um come in.” Logan said. His voice felt very unfamiliar as it slipped past his lips.
The door creaked open and a person wearing a purple hijab walked in and leant against the doorframe, Logan identified them as probably Remy based of Roman’s doodles.
“Hey,” they said, “I take it you’re not Roman?”
“That is correct,” Logan said. “My name is Logan. Pleasure to meet you.”
“I’m Remy.” She said, “Are you from nearby?”
“I believe so.” Logan said.
Remy rolled their eyes, “Did Roman not write down where we are? I swear he thinks of everything but the obvious.”
“No, he did.” Logan said, “it seems we go to the same university.”
“Huh.” He said, “well cool. I’m making breakfast right now, would you like some?”
Logan nodded, “that would be lovely.”
Remy walked out leaving Logan in Roman’s room. Logan grabbed Roman’s phone, and walked over to the closet in one corner of the room. The closet was very clearly split in half, with one half all neatly hung up and the other half half heartedly strewn over the hangers and crumpled.
“Hey~”
Logan turned around at the greeting. A person who looked somewhat familiar stood in the doorway. Remembering the letter, Logan assumed this was Remus.
“Good morning. You are Remus?”
“Yep!” The person slinked into the room and sat on the desk. “Wear whatever you want from there. I’m not possessive over my clothes, and we’re the same size.”
Logan hummed, “Thank you.”
Based on how wrinkled Remus’s clothes were, Logan assumed the neater half was Roman’s. After some consideration, Logan pulled out a pair of black ripped jeans from the more crumpled side and a grey tank top and a flannel from the neater side.
Remus pointed at a drawer in the wardrobe. “His socks and underwear are in there.”
“Thank you.” Logan said.
Remus hopped off the desk and gestured to a drawer, “if you want to accessorize, that sort of stuff is in there, Roman’s got a lot of that sort of stuff. See ya!”
Logan watched Remus leave curiously, despite Roman’s letter, Remus seemed nice.
Logan got dressed quickly and grabbed a pair of sneakers as well as a pair of silver star earrings and a few necklaces he thought were aesthetically pleasing and headed into the apartment. Remy looked at as Logan walked out and Remus grinned and walked back into the bedroom. Remy handed Logan a plate with a couple of pancakes on it.
“Where is Remus going?” Logan asked.
Remy snickered, “probably to wear some of Roman’s clothes. He usually doesn’t let Remus do it normally, but he’s not here to tell Remus off, so…”
Logan smiled, “Ah siblings.”
After a few minutes Remus skipped back into the room wearing a crop top and shorts over fishnets with combat boots. “Did you miss me?” He asked as he sat down at the counter.
“Knowing your luck Roman’s gonna find out,” Remy warned.
Remus waved them off, “Oh whatever! He’ll be too preoccupied even if he does see me! And anyway we share clothes sometimes.”
As the time passed, Logan found that he quite liked Roman’s roommates. Remy and Remus were very funny and worked off each other very well. Logan could only imagine with Roman here it would be even more comfortable.
There was a knock at the door, and Remus skipped over, “I’ll get it!” Remus flung the door open and immediately hugged the person on the other side of the door. “Patton!”
“Hi love!” Patton said, before they pulled back and tried to look into the apartment, “Is today going well?”
“Yep! I’m gonna go over to Janny’s soon, and apparently Logan lives nearby!”
“Logan…” Patton glanced over and made eye contact with Logan, “So that’s your name right?”
“Indeed.” Logan said. “I would like to visit my apartment to see if my soulmate is there.”
“Sounds good! How are you Rem?” Patton asked as they stepped a bit further into the house.
“I’m good!” Remy said, “I’m going out, so you should probably take a key since Remus is gonna be at Janus’s.”
“Speaking of-!” Remus said as he pointed at Patton, “When you get to wherever you’re going text me!”
“What is that speaking of?” Logan asked.
“Well Jan would kill me if I ditched right away, but if their soulmate’s a dick I’m gonna go...”
Patton leant in and whispered something in Remus’s ear.
“I know.” Remus said, “he won’t care! It’s fine.”
“Alright, well Logan, do you wanna go see if we can find your place?” Patton said, as they smiled at him encouragingly.
Remus’s phone started to screech, and Logan clapped his hands over his ears.
“Whoops sorry!” Remus said as he checked his phone, “Oh! I’m getting a call from an unknown number! I wonder if it’s a kidnapper!”
“Or it’s Janus.” Patton pointed out.
Remus hummed, “yeah or that.”
Logan stood up and brushed his hands on his legs, “Well while you are occupied with that, I am perfectly ready to go Patton.”
“Great!” Patton said, they took Remus’s hand and squeezed it slightly, “I’ll text you when we get to Logan's. Now don’t leave Janus hanging!”
Remus winked at Patton before answering the call in a slightly over the top voice, “helllo! This is the wonderful Roman speaking~”
Through the phone Logan heard the slightly robotic cracking and a voice say, “Remus I know it’s you.”
“Aw! I can never trick you!”
Patton held out a hand towards the open open door, “After you!”
Logan knew where he was so he was pretty easily able to lead Patton through the streets. “Yes I am double majoring in Aerospace Engineering and Mathematics. It’s a lot of work, but it’s fascinating. What are you-” Logan suddenly paused, he or well his body was walking down the sidewalk towards them. “Oh I- Patton it seems Roman is coming to us.”
Patton glanced around, the only other person around was in Logan’s body, “Oh so that’s you! Or what you look like.”
“Yes.”
Patton waltzed up to them and grinned, “Hey!”
“Roman,” Logan said.
The person in his body raised an eyebrow, “I mean I knew you were a bit egotistical, but really Roman, the first thing you say when you walk up to people is your name? This is a whole new level of self importance.”
Patton laughed slightly, but it was more awkward than normal. “Right you’re Roman today.” They said as they looked at Logan. They looked back at the person in Logan’s body. “So how was your morning?”
They sighed, “Patton, Roman what do you want? I frankly have no time for this.”
“You’re not Logan,” Patton clarified, which earned a slightly strange look from Logan.
“Is this what this is about? No I am not Logan. My apologies for being such a disappointment.” Their voice was thick with sarcasm.
“Who are you then?”
They rolled their eyes, “Listen, I’d tell you who I was but frankly you don’t like me and clearly you’re friends with Logan, so by association he probably doesn’t like me much either. So I’m leaving and you need to leave me alone too. Maybe I can explain myself before he decides he hates me for certain.”
Logan heard a familiar electronic buzz and his soulmate pulled out his phone out of their pocket. They answered the phone as they pinched the bridge of their nose, “Yes?”
There was a pause before Logan’s soulmate drew back their hand and opened their eyes with a disbelieving look in their eyes, “What the hell did you do?”
They frowned, “Oh I don’t believe that for a second. They literally screamed and ran away and you’re saying you did nothing?”
They ran a hand over one side of their face as they listened to the other person’s reply, “Well that’s not nothing. But you’re right, it does seem like an overreaction. I’m on my way.” They hung up and looked back at Patton and Logan.
“I’m leaving.”
“Wait Roman!” Logan said.
“Why do you keep calling me that?” They asked, “That’s your name if you’ve… oh wait…” they stared intensely into Logan's eyes and Logan fidgeted under the observant glare of his own eyes. “You’re not Roman.”
It wasn’t a question. Logan nodded anyway and extended a hand, “I’m Logan, nice to meet you.”
“Ah… well good luck finding Roman.” They began to walk off. “And don’t follow me!” They called back.
Logan watched them walk away, after a couple of paces they pulled out their phone and Logan thought he heard them say, “Yeah it’s me again. What’s their name?” But by that point they were far away and hard to hear.
“So we follow them right?” Logan said.
“It’s your call,” Patton said. “But if it were my soulmate I know I would.”
“Come on,” Logan said, “let’s not get left behind.” They began to speed walk down the sidewalk, but they kept about fifty feet back, just to make it not obvious.
When they walked into a building Patton paused, “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
‘“What?”
“This is where Janus lives.”
“That’s the person who’s soulmate Remus was going to help.” Logan said.
“Yeah,” Patton said, they sounded hesitant.
“Well I’ve come this far, I’m certainly not backing down now,” Logan said. “You don’t have to come, however I would appreciate it if you would tell me which apartment I am looking for.”
“No no, I’ll come. I just... don’t know Janus that well.” Patton opened the front door and pointed towards the stairs. “That way!”
Logan walked in and let Patton lead the way up the staircase and eventually they stopped outside a door. “This is it.”
Logan took a breath and knocked on the door. There was mumbling on the other side and then the door opened. Logan was face to face with the person in his body again.
They sighed. “You followed me.”
“I wasn’t just going to let you go,” Logan said.
They considered Logan for a moment, before stepping aside. “Come on in you two.”
Logan and Patton walked in, Logan recognized one of the two people sitting at the kitchen table as Remus, but the other one wasn’t familiar to him. However the one who Logan didn’t recognize seemed to recognize him since as soon as they locked eyes they gasped and looked over at Remus with wide eyes.
“So you weren’t lying!”
“Of course I wasn’t! I might steal your clothes but I’m not mean!”
Patton sat down next to Remus and smiled slightly, “Hey,” they whispered.
Logan was still standing awkwardly at the entrance. The person in his body glanced over, “Logan, do come in. I mean this will totally resolve by just standing there.”
“Right.” Logan said, “Um, are you Janus?”
“Yes.” They said, “That is my name. Come in.”
Logan stepped in and stood at the counter next to the person he didn’t recognize. “Hello,” Logan said, “You’re… Roman?”
He nodded very quickly, “wow I, two? I mean Remus said but- wow it’s so weird to see my body out of body like this.”
Logan smiled slightly as Roman rubbed the back of his neck, “I understand what you mean.” Logan said gently.
Roman opened his mouth to speak but thought better of it and just nodded.
“Cat got your tongue Roman?” Janus purred, “Usually you have much more to contribute to every conversion.”
Roman looked down at his hands as he fidgeted, “This just feels unreal.”
Out of the corner of his eye, Logan saw Patton nudge Remus and whisper something to him. They both stood up and tried to sneak out, although everyone saw them leave, and Remus stumbled over the coffee table.
Janus, ignoring the racket Remus was making, sighed and began to pick at Logan’s nails, “You desperately need a manicure.” They commented after a couple minutes.
“Really?” Logan said as he glanced over at his hands, “I thought I took decent care of myself.”
Janus shook their head, “Absolutely not. Do you bite your nails?”
Logan laughed slightly, “Occasionally. I try not to, it’s a hard habit to break.”
Janus hummed. “We should go out when all is said and done or I can do it your nails myself.”
Logan nodded, “I’d like that.”
After a few more minutes of silence, Logan turned to Janus. “What did you mean when you said Roman and Patton don’t like you?”
This caught Roman’s attention, he’d been relatively phased out of the conversation, and he glanced up sharply.
Janus looked uncomfortable and they sighed, “Because it’s true.” They looked up at Roman with an unreadable expression on their face. “Roman I know I’m not your ideal soulmate, I’m sure you were disappointed to wake up in my body.” Janus stared down at their hands, Logan wondered if they were seeing their hands or Logan's. The hands began to shake and Janus balled them into fists and looked away. “You might deny it, but I’ve noticed how you act around me.”
“I- I don’t hate you.”
“I never said you hated me. I did claim you didn’t like me though.”
Roman shook his head, “I don’t- why- I- What did I do that ever made you think I didn’t like you?”
Janus began to count off reasons on their fingers. “You always avoided me whenever I came over. I’ve heard you talking about me when you think I can’t hear you. Remus wouldn’t tell me what’s going on, and he has almost no filter. On multiple occasions I saw you purposely avoid eye contact with me. When I walked up to you talking with Patton on several occasions you’ve changed the subject. Not to mention the lovely nicknames. You can see how you disliking me was the only plausible conclusion.”
“Oh my god no!” Roman began to ramble, “If I knew you thought I didn’t like you I would have just talked to you or let Remus tell you, but I just had the biggest crush on you and it felt like I was betraying my soulmate, I mean your my soulmate but I didn’t know that so I had to avoid you! To, you know, like repress it? But that didn’t work, I mean now I’m very glad it didn’t work but like-” Roman took a breath, “I suppose I was just scared. And I’m really sorry about the nicknames, I didn’t realize they were hurting you.”
“I didn’t really mind the nicknames, I actually like some of them.” Janus said, “Just combined with everything else it was…”
Roman said, “I am really glad you’re one of my soulmates.”
Janus wrung their hands, “of course.”
Roman frowned, “Janus, please look at me.”
They looked up. They tried to look disinterested, but there was underlying fear in their expression. Roman didn’t seem to notice as he took a breath, “I am so sorry, and I know it’s going to take time to fix, but I promise I’m going to keep trying.”
Janus smiled, “I appreciate that.”
Roman nodded and after a few seconds he said “I can’t wait to properly meet you both.”
“Properly?” Janus asked.
“This doesn’t count?” Logan said.
“Absolutely not!” Roman said. “Tomorrow I’ll be able to look at your beautiful faces as I talk to you.”
“Well we have a full day of not meeting, so what do you want to do?” Janus asked.
“We could play some games?” Roman suggested.
“I would love to make you both dinner,” Logan said.
“You can cook?” Roman asked excitedly.
“You are way too excited about that.” Logan said apprehensively, “But yes.”
“From what I know from Remus, Roman isn’t exactly one to be trusted with cooking.” Janus frowned, “Now that I think about it I don't think I would trust Remus or Remy with a stove either.”
“Well we manage!” Roman said defensively, “but I am excited!
Logan looked between his two soulmates as they discussed the various ways in which Roman’s apartment was filled with chaos demons masquerading as people who should not be near hot objects.
He could get used to this.
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Astrophilia
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Day 4: Courtship Traditions & Role Reversal
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Life on a Rebel base had little opportunity for stability or leisure time in all worlds, but it wasn’t like all Leias expected it. The Alliance was still new and fragile, and Leia still wasn’t used to the sensation of being… around Rebels from other cells. Her experience of resistance was through moving from place to place on a near-daily basis, constant jetlag, the fierce wind in her face as she flew on Enfys’s tail and shot down their attackers before she was shot down herself.
Resistance was lying down in a hasty campy around a crackling campfire in a team of too many species to care for decency or distance. It was about finding a new family despite her history working for the very syndicate that they fought against. Killing Dryden Vos and leaving only a scar on her wrist where the Crimson Dawn symbol used to be had apparently earned a fraction of their trust, and every loyal mission thereafter had earned her even more.
Sitting in a Rebel base, knowing they had the chance to be something bigger, was different. She’d been a cog in the machine before, in the White Worms, in Crimson Dawn. Luke had chafed against it and escaped to fly the galaxy, but she’d been too foolishly loyal to leave until it had become unbearable.
This would be different, she knew. She and the other Cloud-Riders would be fighting for a cause she believed in. But she would still miss her close-knit families born of adversity. She already didn’t see Luke enough.
Even so, she’d thought when she saw the Alderaanian delegation come to negotiate their involvement. Perhaps it would still be possible to make this fight personal.
Princess Qi’ra Organa of Alderaan was accompanying her father to the talks, but she was left to wander the base on Dantooine while Senators Organa and Mothma talked with the other leaders.
She was extremely attractive, Leia had to admit, even in her nondescript fatigues, and Leia had very much enjoyed exchanging barbs and witticisms with her when she volunteered to show her around base. Her long locks, braided in an intricate bun, made Leia self-conscious of her own short, shabby hair, but for what it was worth, the princess seemed… somewhat attracted to her too.
They were here for ten days for the negotiations. Permanently, if the negotiations went well. So Leia decided to jump on the chance while she could.
In theory, she should know nothing about Alderaanian courtship rituals. She was a scum rat turned criminal turned Rebel. She worked in the Outer Rim, far from the planet of beauty and its people. But somehow she had an instinct for how to open them, and it involved a bouquet of… candlewick flowers?
That would prove problematic, considering Dantooine’s climate. But she dug around—checking with Benthic which plants were toxic or not—and scraped together a bouquet of gold flowers, some with crinkled edges, some more trumpeted, some smaller than her thumbnail. And when Princess Qi’ra was next barred from a confidential meeting, she came to find Leia.
“Come for your regular entertainment?” Leia teased, though her heart was hammering. Her torso was under the guts of the Headhunter she was working on and she was just glad it hid her face, even if it meant all she could see of Qi’ra were her elegant boots.
“Well, you’re just so much better than the court jester,” came the reply, and Leia laughed.
“I’m very glad to hear that.” She slid out from under the ship, stood up—she was shorter than Qi’ra—and hesitated a moment, wiping her greasy hands on her overalls.
Then, before she could lose her nerve, she asked, “Does the court jester also give you gifts?”
“Only if it’s my birthday. Or if I saw him damage a tapestry and he’d like me to keep quiet.” Qi’ra gave her an anticipatory smile that contrasted her levity. “Why?”
“Close your eyes. I’ll be right back.”
“Sounds like you’re about to dump engine grease on me,” Qi’ra commented, but after a hesitant moment she closed them.
“I wouldn’t be that crude with a princess!” Leia called as she ran to fetch the bouquet.
“It wouldn’t be uncalled for. Whatever it takes to get ahead—” Qi’ra flinched, her hands automatically clasping around the bouquet, when Leia pushed them in her face. One of her hands folded around Leia’s and held it there, even as she opened her eyes.
“Oh…” she murmured, then smiled slightly at Leia. “They’re lovely.”
Leia stood awkwardly for a moment, her hand held to the soft white linen over Qi’ra’s heart. At this point in Alderaanian courtship, the receiver would kiss the giver on the cheek if they accepted the offer, but ignore it if not, and every second she stood there waiting…
Qi’ra leaned in and kissed her cheek.
Leia smiled broadly. She leaned towards her, trying to catch her lips in a proper kiss—but Qi’ra stepped back.
“First,” she said, “I have to tell you something.”
Leia rebuilt walls around her heart and said, “Anything.”
“Alderaan will not be joining or funding the Alliance.”
Leia nearly dropped the flowers. It was only Qi’ra’s touch, cool on hers, that kept her hands closed.
“At least… I have advocated against it. Fiercely. If my father decides to join, I have already made clear to him that I will not further the cause or engage in such work when I take the mantle of senator, and nor will I continue such involvement when I am queen.”
Leia… didn’t know what to say. She’d spent her life in one fight or another. Choosing to walk away from it seemed unreal.
All she could say was, “Why?”
“Because I am the Crown Princess of Alderaan.” Her tone grew colder, more clinical, as she spoke. Leia got the impression she’d made this mini speech many times. “And Alderaan is a prosperous Core world that stands for beauty, safety and justice.”
“Exactly! So we need your help. You’re exactly the person we need.” Leia broke off. “If we’d had your support during that mission to Ryloth, we—”
“You did not have it. You still survived.”
“We nearly didn’t!”
“And that is precisely my point. I have a duty to my people to keep them safe, well and cared for. Entering them into a war where we will be the biggest target does not serve that.”
“You are already a target.” Leia couldn’t fathom this at all. “The Empire will feel threatened by any move for independence, will take any excuse to raid, mine, tax or impose curfews on you—”
“So we will not give them a reason to.”
“They’ll find one anyway!”
“Not if we are smart about it.” Qi’ra looked genuinely regretful, and that made it worse. “I am sorry, Leia; I know this hurts you. I don’t mean to. I do care for you.”
She squeezed her hands gently. Leia was tempted to let go. “And we… can still work. You work may still bring you to Alderaan, or neutral planets. We can meet there. I would appreciate the opportunity.”
She leaned to kiss her, but Leia turned her head away. Her eyes, strangely, were as dry as they had been in the desert on Savareen. Of the two of them, Luke had always been the one who cried.
“You would still be consorting with a Rebel—quite literally, there,” she said. She took a step back, taking the flowers with her. Her hands were shaking enough that the wind plucked them from her hands one by one, sending them twirling against the barren, dusty earth. “It would still endanger you, and me.”
She threw the remaining flowers down. “If you have no faith for me—us,” she said sadly, “then I can have no trust for you.”
Qi’ra didn’t argue it. She just watched her, a grease stain left by Leia’s hand clinging to her lovely white dress, right over her heart.
“I am going to protect my people,” she said.
“I am going to protect all people,” Leia replied.
Qi’ra straightened up and, like magic, her moment of vulnerability was gone.
“We shall agree to disagree, then.”
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