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Auto-complete attempting to rewrite the whole dang book apparently

#he IS very good ill give it that much #onitk

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🌸 & Lily 💖

Thank you! This is probably cheating but you cannot stop me!! I'll call it... The Knight's Fair Maiden

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Lily tightened the straps of her leather gauntlets, then heaved herself up onto the horse. From beyond the paddock, she could hear the distant murmuring of the crowd and the announcer's voice amplified over the speakers.

Raff appeared around the corner, his blunted sword bouncing at his hip as he jogged over.

"What's the turnout?" She asked, as he took his place at her side.

"Busy," he said. He was nervous, she could tell. "Busiest in months."

"Good. Any cute girls?"

Raff rolled his eyes. "I didn't look. You still sure you can get a girlfriend at one of these things?"

Lily grinned. "What's the point of being a dashing knight if there are no beautiful maidens to impress?" She slammed the visor of her helmet shut, and spurred the horse forwards. "Come on, squire. Let's go."

[send me a flower emoji + a character name, and i’ll make up a fic about them and include a snippet from that fic!]

#THANKS LOVE YOU <3 #onitk #i uh guess #ask game

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ONITK update - 🎉🎉 I WON!!! 🎉🎉

You can check out the announcement here!

So what does this mean now? ONITK (which once again is getting a new name, sorry) is going to be published by Mills & Boon! (as an ebook)

I'm so grateful to everyone who has reblogged/said nice things on the masterpost and synopsis post, and look!! It's gonna be a book!! THAT YOU CAN BUY.

Gosh.

I am too overwhelmed with feelings to be any more coherent than this, so! Yes!!

💖💖💖💖💖

#one night in the kingswood #onitk #the title will be changing again #sorry lads #onitk is staying on here for now though its just easier #im hoping maybe they'll want to do a print run #i would love that #but we'll see

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It's flashback time, featuring the Barden Kids. Ash is around 12, Raff is around 9 and Lily is 5ish. Art by the ever-wonderful (show-stopping, groundbreaking) @srapsodia who deserves an award for putting up with my nonsense.

🧹

Raff awoke on his back, his brother leaning over him.

"Oh," Ash said. "You're not dead."

Raff's mouth tasted metallic, his head fogged and ringing, as if he was underwater. He couldn't breathe—a clogging pressure building behind his nose—so he sniffed, attempting to clear it.

There was a sudden, burning pain in the centre of his face. He cursed, and swiftly sat up.

Raff awoke on his back, his brother still leaning over him. His whole head throbbed.

"Still not dead?"

This time, Raff didn't get up. "No."

"You broke your nose."

Raff paused. He remembered the joust, galloping across the yard, his brother's determined face and the broomstick clutched in his steady grasp. He reached out across the dirt; his own makeshift lance must have rolled from his grip when he fell.

"You broke my nose," he scowled.

Ash shrugged. "You should have dodged."

Raff sighed, squeezing his eyes shut. He could feel blood bubbling over his top lip.

"Where is Lily?" 

"She ran to fetch father."

Raff's eyes snapped open. "Oh no."

"Indeed." Ash's face vanished, and his hand swam into view. "Get up, then. Or he'll think I really did kill you."

Raff grabbed his hand and allowed Ash to pull him unsteadily to his feet. He swayed a little, head spinning, nose burning.

"So," Ash said, as Raff leant wobbling against him. "When Father asks, we shall tell him—"

"Ash Barden, what in God's name is going on out here?"

Ash set his feet. "—we'll tell him it was your idea."

#onitk #im still not 1000% on the ages lmao #but BUT #LOOK AT THEM #MISCHIEVOUS BASTARD CHILDREN #I LOVE THEM #💖💖💖 #raffs Done Face is simply wonderful #merry's novel

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Because I've suddenly got a lot of free time I've been using this picrew to make the characters from Kingswood as kids (Raff, Lily and Ash. I like to think that Raff is the one who wrote on Ash's)

#onitk #merry's novel

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me: i am going to be useful and productive

also me: im gonna make my OCs in picrew :3

#onitk

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Full name: Raff Barden

Age: 27

Description: Covered in freckles, long dark hair, beardy, blue eyes, strong, broad, body hair for days

Love language: daggers

Northern Bastard

Too nice for his own good

Strong Urge to Protect

So many emotions, doesn’t know what to do with them

Socially anxious bean

Needs to be given explicit permission for basically everything

Yearning (romantic)

“Not if its you”

Come in and make yourself right at home

Stay as long as you need.

Tell me, is something wrong?

If something's wrong, you can count on me

You know I'll take my heart clean apart if it helps yours beat.

Two - Sleeping At Last

#onitk #one night in the kingswood #raff #character bios

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"i can't talk about it. not tonight" for paff? 👀

It was cold. Every night was cold--every day was cold--but this night carried with it the sharp, ice-bite chill of one of those true winter evenings: the sort of cold that made your bones ache. It would be the first of many similar nights, Penn knew, until they reached somewhere suitable and Raff left him behind.

The fire crackled, the flames only easing the very worst of the chill. They had eaten quickly, both shivering, and Penn was anticipating another night sleeping wrapped around each other, just to keep warm.

Raff had been quiet all evening, even for him, and he was clearly ruminating on something. Penn was half anticipating that he would push him away when they finally lay down to sleep, nearly convinced that his silence betrayed a decision to leave.

He didn't. He pulled him closer, wrapping an arm around his middle as Penn linked their legs together beneath the tangle of their cloaks. Penn sighed against his chest, breathing him in, trying not to dwell on how good Raff felt beside him. Raff was just looking for warmth: nothing more.

He closed his eyes, allowing himself to enjoy the relief from the cold. He would miss this, he knew, and every day was another step closer to the moment it would end.

"Penn?"

He stilled. So this was it. Finally, Raff was ready to voice whatever it was that was troubling him. Dread sank low in his stomach.

"... Yes?"

"It's... I feel I must ask. About William..."

Raff trailed off. The dread turned to ice. No.

"I can't talk about it," Penn spoke quickly, firmly. "Not tonight."

Silence. He had been too curt: he had ruined it. Raff would flinch. He'd leave.

The grip around Penn's waist tightened.

"Of course." Raff's voice was even, and low. "I should not have-- forgive me."

Penn sighed. Guilt nipped at him, sharper than the air around them.

You should ask, he thought. I should tell you.

He moved closer, and said nothing.

[From this prompt list!]

#onitk #thank youuuu 💖💖

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ALSO O for Ash bc I love ze boy

Okay so I may have cheated with your prompt letter, because your word is OLIVER. Introducing Ash('s backstory) 💖

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The rain was a ceaseless grey sheet, turning the high stone walkway into a fast-moving river. The fog that had rolled in from the mountains that morning had yet to abate, and even from this—the tallest part of the keep—the view was almost entirely obscured.

Ash was soaked to the skin, utterly miserable, and keeping watch for no one.

When he peered over the low stone wall, he couldn’t even see the ground below. No doubt Marshal Brice saw it as a fitting punishment for having been late that morning: he was wasting Ash’s time just as Ash had wasted his. He scowled. It wasn’t just him who had been late, but he was the only one up here, trudging up and down in the miserable weather while the others stayed warm and dry inside, enjoying the supper that Ash was missing.

He kicked bitterly at a loose stone, sending it skittering down the walkway, ricocheting from the wall and bouncing down the steep staircase that led to the inner courtyard. There was a sudden shout, followed by a colourful curse in an all-too familiar voice.

“Damn you, Ashel, are you trying to kill me?” Oliver’s grinning face appeared from the staircase, his hood pulled low to keep off the rain. “I understand the unfairness of your situation, but murdering me will only land you in more trouble.”

Ash sniffed, turning away to look out into the fog once more. “It would take more than a pebble to kill you.”

“And yet you tried anyway.” Oliver stepped from the stairwell to stand beside him in the torrential rain. “I should tell Brice of your steadfast determination.”

“I have many things you should tell him,” Ash said, staring ahead. “None of which I suspect he wants to hear.”

Oliver laughed, the first sweet sound Ash had heard in hours. “No, I somehow doubt he would.” He edged a little closer, and Ash could feel his eyes on him. “Ashel—”

Ash spun around to face him. “Have you settled on ‘Ashel’, then?”

Oliver smiled again, showing off his teeth. Even in the gloom his eyes were sparkling. “Does that mean you approve?”

“It means I am tired of you choosing a new name for me every two days,” Ash grumbled. “Have you come here to annoy me, or am I finally relieved of my duties?”

“I believe you were told to keep watch till Brice came to fetch you.”

“Aye.”

“And do I appear to be Brice?”

Ash rolled his eyes, leaning against the wall. “So you are here to annoy me, then.”

“Actually,” Oliver shifted, and pulled a wrapped bundle out from beneath his cloak. It steamed slightly in the cold air. “I brought you something to eat, but if you would rather I leave…” He turned as if to return back down the staircase.

“Stop, you bastard.”

“Strong words from a man who’ll go hungry without me,” Oliver said, smirking. “Here…”

He unwrapped the bundle, passing Ash a still-warm pie that made his fingertips tingle. His stomach growled, the noise thankfully hidden by the sound of the rain, and he ripped into it eagerly, uncaring for the mess he was no doubt making with the crumbling pastry.

Oliver pulled out an apple, and for a while they ate in silence aside from the sound of the rain. Ash glanced over at him, watching how the wool of his cloak darkened beneath the deluge, raindrops clinging to his dirty-blond hair and dripping down his sharp nose.

“You should be back in the hall,” Ash said, crunching the pastry beneath his fingers. “Not out here.”

“No,” Oliver shrugged, "I should be out here. We were both late, and both deserving of punishment. It's only because of my father that I was overlooked.”

Ash pouted. "Oh, yes, the son of the lord could not possibly face the same consequences for his actions as a humble squire. He is far too noble and handsome and important to be forced to miss supper and stand in the rain until his fingers go numb. Is that so?"

He took another, angry bite to stop himself from saying anything else. Oliver twirled the apple core between his fingers, a small frown marring his expression. Good, thought Ash. Let him feel guilty. And then a twist in his gut: the fault didn't lie with Oliver, not really.

"Ashel…"

Ash sighed, readying himself for an apology, the acceptance and dismissal already on his lips. He would even allow the nickname; Oliver had brought himself outside, after all, and brought him supper besides. He could swallow back his irritation.

"Yes?"

Oliver tossed the apple core over the battlements into the fog below. "You think I am handsome?"

Ash nearly choked on the mouthful of pie. “Did I say that?”

“Yes,” Oliver said, wiping his hands on his cloak. “I believe you did.”

“I do not—” Ash coughed, spluttering, “I don’t recall—”

With a laugh, Oliver reached over and thumped him on the back until the coughing fit passed. When Ash was upright again, his lungs burning and his pulse rushing in his ears, Oliver stopped, his land lingering between Ash’s shoulder blades for a moment longer than it needed to.

“My mistake,” he said. “I must have misheard.”

He leant against the wall beside Ash, brushing their shoulders together. Ash paused, still trying to regain control over his breathing, then shuffled closer.

“Aye,” he said, his skin hot despite the rain. “You must have.”

#onitk #one night in the kingswood #uhhh #what tag as #ashiver?? olivash?? #we'll work something out #my original fiction

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Here, to hold your numerous Penns:

This is very useful, but thankfully we already have a very effective Penn holding solution in place:

#this man is simply NOT hairy enough but i also cba to find a hairier bloke #onitk

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I wish you would write a fic where the ONITKF boys argue playfully about a fandom they share

Oh!! So, this is kinda how they have their second first kiss in the Modern AU, actually.

They're on the sofa at Raff's place watching TV, and Raff is flicking through the channels because they can't decide what to watch. He happens to turn over like, 1/5th of the way through Attack of the Clones. This leads to a brief debate over Star Wars - Raff genuinely, unironically loves the prequels and Penn thinks they're terrible, and if are gonna watch a sci-fi movie he has a lot of superior recommendations.

So this devolves into a debate over which sci-fi movies are best, and that segues into fantasy (they both love LOTR, Raff doesn't get why the end of GOT was so bad, they were both into HP but have since vowed to never watch it again) BUT: they don't actually solve the Attack of the Clones debate.

So, like a Reasonable Grown-Up Dude, after realising that as Raff isn't going to turn it off, Penn launches himself at him an attempt to steal the remote and change the damn channel himself. Unfortunately, Penn is a skinny slip of nothing and Raff is built like a tank, so this isn't a fight he can win.

Utilising Crafty Techniques (tickling, probably), Penn manages to get on top of Raff, but he drops the remote, they fall off of the sofa, and OH NO WHAT IS THIS SUDDENLY WE'RE KISSING?

...Attack of the Clones is very quickly forgotten, that's all I'm saying

#onitk #paff #ask game #thank you!!

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plot: *needs me to describe Raff without his shirt on*

me: uhh

me: UHHHH

me: *searches for gifs of that one Zac Efron travel documentary*

#onitk

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i have no idea who she is but lily with "what pajamas they wear/what they wear to sleep in" 💖

Ahh thank you Jin 💖 (Lily, full name Cecily, is Raff's little sister - who causes problems on purpose and is hopefully one of the MCs of book two)

So in both canon and the Modern AU Lily almost certainly sleeps naked (although she probably wears some sort of head covering in canon, just to maintain historical accuracy 😅)

Modern AU Lily feels strongly like the sort of person who'd sleep totally naked and then get up - still naked - to investigate a weird noise in her house in the middle of the night. Chances are the weird sound is probably just Jo*, who was sleeping on her sofa after a night out, and Lily managed to forget she was there, so appears butt naked in the kitchen possibly wielding some sort of makeshift weapon while Jo is very hungover and attempting to work out where lily keeps her glasses so she can get a drink

[from this ask game!]

#*Penn's older sister #Jo does not cause problems apart from very very occasionally and never on purpose #onitk

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What colour do you associate with each character and why?

HEY ANON. You didn't specify and I'm a sneaky ratbag so I'm going to innocently and completely accurately assume you're asking about Raff and Penn 😇

Raff - dark greens - like moss and holly leaves and pine needles. Big, warm, neutral earthy colours like browns and dark oranges, like autumn leaves. The colour of freshly tilled soil. Colours you can grow stuff in. The sky at dawn. And a splash of blue.

Penn - Penn is more muted colours - lots of light greys and dark blues. Dark red, like wine and blood. Nearly, but not quite, black. Also little flecks of gold, like burnished leaf on a painting that's not been properly looked after for hundreds of years.

#i was gonna add 'and whys' #but i kinda like it like this #no why just vibes we are VIBING #one night in the kingswood #onitk

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me on friday: okay so Raff is just kinda socially awkward and not very good with people, nbd

me today, hungover & exhausted after spending all of yesterday mingling with strangers: okay so Raff is massively introverted and struggles with people he doesn't know, especially in built-up areas like towns and villages, and is very self-conscious about it

#getting a broom to my brain going HEY #HEY STOP THAT #onitk