#tagging this fintante so that you see it

[the-way-astray]

just remembered that bronte didn't approve of fintan's healing

[cosmxc-ars3hol3]

Oh, ashes, ashes, Dust to dust

Title - Oh, ashes, ashes, Dust to dust

Rating - General Audiences

Archive Warning - No Archive Warnings Apply

Category - M/M

Fandom - Keeper of the Lost Cities - Shannon Messenger

Relationship - Councillor Bronte/Fintan Pyren

Characters - Fintan Pyren, Councillor Bronte

Additional Tags - Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Book 03: Everblaze (Keeper of the Lost Cities)

Summary - ‘After Fintan burnt Oblivimyre down during his healing, he sneaks his way into Bronte’s Castle in Eternalia so he has somewhere to stay. Bronte decides to help him stay hidden/keep people thinking he’s dead.’

its gonna be a multi chapter (hopefully) fintante fic that my tumblr mutual kale gave me when i was bitching about the appalling lack of fintante fics on ao3 (thanks kale!)

‘Councillor! Are you okay?' A younger Bronte yelled out to the councillor.

‘Yes, I am fine. Thank you, Emissary Bronte,’ he replied. ‘I should’ve expected that to happen.’

Bronte sighed and gave a small chuckle.

Councillor Fintan had been attempting to create some fire, although it wasn’t a type that was known or studied. He was attempting to create a brand new type of fire. He called it ‘Balefire’ and said that his end goal was to make a fire that could sustain itself without fuel, contained inside of a crystal, just like the ones used for leaping. Bronte asked if he could sit in while he figured out how to design and create this idea.

What had just happened was that in one of Fintan’s many attempts at trying to bring his ideas to reality, the crystal had shattered and rained little glittering sparkles over the two of them. The crystal had made a loud bang as it broke, scaring Bronte to his feet.

‘Do you really think this can work, Fintan?’ Questioned Bronte.

‘Do you doubt me that much, Bronte?’ Responded Fintan.

The two elves locked eyes with each other, and Bronte was the one to break the slightly uncomfortable silence.

‘You’re right. I should doubt your vision, Councillor.’ 

Bronte said, stone cold, but Fintan could see his embarrassment on his face. Despite his tone, Bronte’s face was alight with red and rosy cheeks, and he was awkwardly looking away from Fintan, not wanting to meet his eyes as Fintan stared at him intensely.

‘Look at me, Bronte.’ Fintan asked, although it didn’t really feel like a request coming from the councillor.

Bronte still felt too embarrassed to meet his eyes, so he decided to look at Fintan’s circlet.

He first looked towards the sides of the circlet, golden metals making pretty patterns that led to the centre, where a crystal made of a sunset orange-coloured sunstone was set in place with smaller shards of red carnelian, the circlet demanding respect.

‘I said, Look at my eyes, Bronte. Not my circlet,’ Fintan commanded, assertive but not aggressive. Bronte looked a little further down Fintan’s face, down to his bright blue eyes.

Fintan’s gaze was both stern and calm, a complex display of emotions that made Bronte slightly uncomfortable looking into his eyes.

‘I'm sorry, councillor, for any disrespect; I didn't mean it.’ Bronte answered back.

‘'s ok, Bronte. I know you; I know you meant no offence by what you said. Be careful next time, though; not everyone is as nice as me.' Fintan said it with a teasing tone and a playful smirk. Bronte looked away again, and the blush returned after it had finally left his face alone.

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‘Bronte, hey Bronte.’ Fintan said, drawing Bronte out of his imagination.

He missed the days when Fintan was known for his goodness, his ability to help.

If only he had known how Fintan felt about the world, maybe he could have helped change everyone’s minds. Maybe Fintan could have never started a rebellion, changing so many lives.

Unlike not long ago, Fintan was now known for his bad acts, the all-consuming everblaze he learned how to summon, the rebellion he ended up leading. Bronte wished it was how it used to be. Fintan was a pillar of hope for people who were just like the two of them. 

Not many people knew for certain who he and Fintan were to each other. Now that Bronte thought about it, he realised that Oralie and Kenric reflected him and Fintan in a way, two councillors, in love, but both never stepped off together before it was too late. One of the striking differences was that Kenric and Oralie would’ve been a perfect pair, both in their souls and on their matching scrolls. He and Fintan would’ve never had that for themselves.

‘I’m sorry, Fintan. i got lost in my thoughts.’ Bronte responded after sometime

‘i get it. do you wanna talk about it while i try to fix up my injuries?’ Fintan added

‘maybe later, but you don’t have to try to fix your injuries by yourself,’ Bronte assured ‘hand me the cream and bandages, would you please, Fintan’

Fintan reached over to where the medical kit was resting, grabbing what Bronte needed with a little wince when he had to stretch to grab the bandages.

when Bronte saw that Fintan had what he needed, he walked closer and sat down behind him

[cosmxc-ars3hol3]

and i’ll be in denial for at least a little while

Title - and i’ll be in denial for at least a little while

Rating - General Audiences

Archive Warning - No Archive Warnings Apply

Category - F/M, M/M

Fandom - Keeper of the Lost Cities - Shannon Messenger

Relationship - Councillor Kenric/Councillor Oralie (background) Councillor Bronte/Fintan Pyren (implied)

Characters - Councillor Oralie, Councillor Bronte

Additional Tags - Angst, Book 03: Everblaze (Keeper of the Lost Cities), Short Oneshot

Summary - the aftermath of the everblaze fire at oblivimyre in book three. implied fintante, background koralie

the fic is also under the cut

“Are you alright?” he asked, sitting down next to her, the pair sat on a hill. It wasn't far from Eternalia “The stars look lovely tonight.” she replied, her voice sounded teary, but it was understandable. What they had just witnessed was unheard of to the elven community, and they had both lost people close to them, everyone had. “You didn't answer my question.” he said, not needing her to talk about why she didn't want to. He would understand “I didn't want to lie,” Oralie said, her voice wavering as she started to break down in tears. She turned to face her friend, eyes half visible behind overflowing tears, grieving for what she had lost that night. The sight nearly made Bronte cry with her, but he couldn't. He had to stay strong, comfort her. The rest of the world could not see his tears. The person he had lost that night was dear to him but not to the rest of the world. Not anymore.

That night, had been the night of nightmares, fire ravaging the elven capital of Eternalia, burning down what ended up being half of the glittering city. It was supposed to be a simple matter. Get to Oblivimyre, have Sophie heal fintan, put him back into prison and leave. That was all that was supposed to happen, but of course all the plans had to go toppling down sideways. Fintan, as he had been healed, had burned down oblivimyre, the place he was being temporarily housed in. in the burning panic of all the others in the castle, in a rash decision fueled by self sacrifice and impulse, Kenric, a dear friend and colleague had tackled fintan so that Oralie, Sophie and Fitz could leave without dying first. But he paid for that sacrifice with his life. And so now, Oralie and Bronte were sitting, on a hill not too far from their glittering castles, some of the few parts of the city that hadn't burned down in the fire summoned by fintan. Oralie had now moved closer to Bronte, sobbing into his shoulders as the two colleagues hugged.

Finally, tears had started to fall from Bronte's eyes, but he sat there quietly crying, so that his friend could grieve about the person she had lost that was dearest to her. Kenric, had been a good friend to all of the other councillors, but he and oralie had shared a special connection that everyone could see but no one could do anything about. Bronte would know, he tried but the pair of them were too stubborn to do anything about it by stepping off of the council, both of them thought it would be for the betterment of the rest of the elven world if they ignored their feelings and kept on being true, unselfish leaders. Until it was too late for them to even have a chance at having a life outside of servitude to the council. Oralie pulled away from Bronte's shoulder, eyes red from her still flowing tears of heartbreak. “Are you ok, bronte?” she asked, “do you want to talk about it? I know that, even with his mistakes that fintan was very special to you,” “No, you need time to grieve kenric before you hear my pathetic sob story about the elf that killed our friend.” Bronte stated, already trying to stop the flow of steady tears, making their way down his face, betraying his true emotions. Oralie hugged Bronte even tighter, both of them crying for the people they lost