#tdc jules

[peculiaritybending]

Three Dark Crowns fandom what’s Emilia & Jules’s ship name and Arsinoe & Billy’s ship name? Do they have one? because they should.

[the-legion-cursed]

Jules: *Answers phone.* Hello?

Arsinoe: It's Arsinoe.

Jules: What did she do this time?

Arsinoe: No, it's me, Jules. It's actually me.

Jules: What did you do this time?

[one-pissed-off-child]

[the-elemental-queen]

Arsinoe: And now for a Gay update with the girls

Jules: Getting Gayer

Kat: Cloudy with a chance of Gay

Mira: Expecting a category five Gay

Arsinoe: Thank you girls. Back to you Billy

[realismreading]

Arsinoe + children

Arsinoe had always struggled with children. She watched the girls on the mainland get married young, start families young, and observed the interactions as those babies grew up. 

She remembered being that small. But her experiences were so different.

“Still with me, Syn?” Billy asked. 

Arsinoe jolted and smiled at her husband as they walked down the high street on the mainland. It was winter. Almost her birthday. Again. Always such a painful time, despite the beautiful weather. 

“Always.” She said. 

“What were you looking at that was so fascinating, anyway?” 

“Nothing fascinating, really.” Arsinoe shrugged. 

“Boring things don’t distract you.” Billy laughed. Arsinoe went quiet. 

At least she tried to. Valiantly. For a few minutes. 

“Have you ever thought about kids?” She said suddenly. Billy stopped and looked at her. 

“Where did that come from?” He asked, frowning. Arsinoe shrugged again. “No, don’t do that. Don’t pretend like it’s a random thought. Syn, talk to me. Have ... have you thought about it? It’s alright if you have, you know. I wouldn’t judge you.” 

Arsinoe dragged a hand through her hair. It was growing far too long again. It was almost at her collarbones, she’d have to grab scissors when she got back to the house and do it again. Maybe she’d be more daring this time. Maybe she’d go up to her ears, really make people stare. 

“Let’s go back to the house.” Billy said, gently guiding her back towards the Chatsworth home. 

When they were comfortably seated back in the kitchen of the Chatsworth house, both nursing hot drinks between their hands, Billy broached the subject again. 

“I don’t know!” Arsinoe snapped. “I don’t know, okay?” 

“Why did you start thinking about them?” Billy asked. 

“We’ve been married three years. It’s been six since we left Fennbirn. Everyone else is having children.”

“That doesn’t mean we have to.”

“So you don’t want to have children with me?”

“Oh, you want mulitple? That can be arrange, my dear.” 

Arsinoe glared at her husband from across the table. “Even your sister has two children by now. Your mother expects them of us. Everyone thinks there’s something wrong with us. I can hear them, they think I’m barren, that I refuse to give you an heir. You have no idea how insulting it is.”

“If you would point them out to me, I’d sort it out.” Billy said. 

“Why would I wait for diplomacy when I can just knock some teeth out?”

“Because you’re still revered here as an ex queen. And you’re best friends with a current queen. It’s best to limit the amount of teeth you knock out. People might think you collect them for all of your witchcraft. They’ve seen you buying herbs. And your scars. They’re still trying to figure out whether you’re a naturalist or a poisoner.”

“I like to keep them on their toes.” Arsinoe said. 

“Syn ...” Billy started, leaning forward. “If we have children, it has to be because you want them. Screw me, screw my mother and my sister and the people outside of our life. We’re already parents to chickens. I’m beyond happy with that.” 

Arsinoe fought to stop herself from smiling. “I think I want them. Maybe ... maybe it’d be nice. Have a couple of little ones to pass on the knowledge to.” 

Billy grinned. “When should we get started?” 

Arsinoe pulled a face, but laughed, despite her faked disgust. “You mainlanders are beasts!” She exclaimed. “They’ll come when the Goddess permits them, you should know this by now, Chatsworth! Just don’t be surprised when they look more like me than you.”

~

Arsinoe groaned in pain, feeling overwhelmingly bloated and sore and achy. Why had she ever thought that being pregnant would be a good idea? 

Only six months after her conversation with Billy about having children, she had found herself darting out of bed at least twice a night to be sick. 

And then she had been late. 

Arsinoe’s heart had stopped and it had taken another four weeks, until she hadn’t bled for yet another month, that she approached Billy about it. He’d had his suspicions, of course, but had wanted Arsinoe to figure it out on her own, adjust to the news, and talk to him when she was ready. 

And now, a year on, almost at the end of her pregnancy, Arsinoe was desperate to get it over with. 

Goddess, how did anyone do this multiple times? She was almost twenty four, and many people were having their second or third children by now. Mainlanders seemed so desperate to have such big families. Billy had explained it as ‘an heir and some spares’, which Arsinoe had found horrifying. 

Spares on Fennbirn, at least to queens, meant death and silent grief. It meant hardship. It meant ten years of training and another of fighting, of wondering who and what you could trust. Would you live to see the next festival? The next season? The next week? The next day?

“How’re you feeling?” Billy asked as he swooped in through the kitchen door. 

“I hate everything.” Arsinoe said through a mouthful of meat. Billy laughed. 

“You won’t, when the baby is here.” He said. 

“It’s definitely a boy.” Arsinoe said, leaning back on her chair, trying to alleviate some of the pressure on her back. 

“It could just be a girl with your appetite.” Billy said. Arsinoe grinned and took a sip of water. “Or it could be twins.”

“I couldn’t do twins. Imagine the havoc!” Arsinoe winced. “It’s shit sharing your birthday. Especially with Jules and Fenn, too. That’s five people that I have to share the attention with. There’s simply not enough of Willa or Cait to go around.”

Arsinoe still pretened that her sisters were with her sometimes. She always sent a prayer up, despite her lack of faith in the Goddess anymore. 

“You’re just dramatic.” Billy said. 

Arsinoe smiled lightly. “Yeah, I am. It wasn’t so bad. I could poke fun at Katharine that I was a few minutes older than her.” 

She stood and picked up her plate, aiming to go straight for the kitchen sink, when suddenly a sharp pain sparked in her stomach. She gritted her teeth and then felt something in her trousers. 

Arsinoe dropped her plate, and it shattered on the cobblestone floor. 

“Syn?” Billy asked in alarm. 

“Billy, how fast can a boat with a letter get to the Black Cottage?” 

Billy frowned. “Three hours, maybe?”

Arsinoe looked into his eyes, her chest feeling a bit tight. “Write a letter, get one of the runners out at the market to take it to the next ship to Fennbirn. I need Caragh.” 

“Arsinoe, you’re worrying me.” Billy said. 

“Just send the damn letter!” Arsinoe yelled. Another pain went through and she grabbed ahold of her husband’s arm tightly. “The little blighter is two weeks early.” 

~

“Hold tight to me now, girls.” Billy said. 

Arsinoe stepped off the ship, down the ramp and onto the docks, feeling sentimental already. How many times had she spent evenings down here in the summer gorging herself on leftovers and scraps from Madge? 

How many lanterns had she lit at the beginning of each new year, each a prayer to ask for good fortune? 

“Are we there yet, Mummy?” The oldest of Arsinoe’s daughters asked from her place on her hip. 

“Yes.” Arsinoe said. “We’re here. This is Fennbirn.” 

“Auntie Jules!” Arsinoe’s eldest yelled from behind her mother. 

Arsinoe’s eyes immediately latched onto the multicoloured ones stood at the other end of the docks. 

With her, the Milones. With Luke, and the familiars, and Madge’s stall was still there. 

People watched as Arsinoe and her family greeted Jules. Arsinoe set down her daughter and embraced Jules as sisters did, and only let go when the little ones began to beg for attention. 

“Fourteen long years, Arsinoe.” Cait said, pulling Arsinoe into a hug. “Fourteen long years, and you’re finally home again.” 

“You’ve seen me since then.” Arsinoe protested.

“Only twice a year, and always on the mainland.” Cait pointed out. 

Arsinoe grinned. “It’s good to see you, Cait.” 

The greetings carried on until small talk had been fully exchanged. 

“Now, are you finally going to introduce us to these three beauties?” Ellis asked, crouching down to say hello to Arsinoe’s daughters. All three had Arsinoe’s dark hair, but Billy’s caramel coloured eyes.

Arsinoe smiled down at them. 

“Triplets.” Billy laughed. “Who would have thought it?” 

“This is Willa, the eldest,” Arsinoe said, tucking a strand of silky black hair behind the ear of the daughter who had been sat on her hip. Then she gestured to the child next to Willa. “Bella is the middle child.” 

“And this is our youngest, Kathy.” Billy finished, ruffling the hair of Kathy, who smiled shyly and stepped forward slowly, reached out her hand and brushed it over Cam’s head as the mountain lion’s tail languidly whipped around. 

“Bella and Kathy.” Jules mused. She glanced at Arsinoe. “Short for?”

“Mirabella and Katharine.” Arsinoe admitted thickly. “And Willa after the first mother that loved us.” 

Jules smiled. “Beautiful names, Syn. They’d approve.” 

Arsinoe forced the tears back. Her children knew who they were named after. Arsinoe had told them that both her sisters were gone, that she had been a triplet too, and that it was the greatest thing she had ever been.

She considered herself a triplet even now. Because once you were a sister, you never really stopped being one. 

But they did not know the details in which their aunts and mother had gone through. They would know more in the years to come. But that would come in many many years, when they were ready.

The whole truth would come far from the unlucky age of sixteen, if Arsinoe dared to wait to tell them, if they did not pry it out of her before they were adults. 

But while they were six, almost seven, having spent a year longer together than Arsinoe ever got with her Mirabella and Katharine, Arsinoe was just happy to let them be the children she and her sisters, her mother and aunts and grandmother, all of her ancestors, had never had the chance to be. 

Arsinoe was satisfied that she had broken the cycle. She had stopped the poison from spreading, and the hope of the Goddess’ poisoner dynasty would die with her one day. 

She could rest now. 

[yourqueenarsinoe]

billy: *teaching arsinoe to drive* okay, you’re driving and joseph and jules walk into the road. quick, what do you hit?

arsinoe: oh definitely joseph. i could never hurt jules

billy: the brakes. you hit the brakes.

[a-little-slice-of-fandom]

Pietyr: I want a baby

Katharine: I am baby

***

Billy: I want a baby

Arsinoe: give me a week

Arsinoe: what colour?

***

Joseph: I want a baby

Jules:

Jules:

Jules: new phone who dis

***

Mirabella: I want a baby

Bree: bitch me too the fuck?

***

Jules: I want a baby

Emilia: I’m a lesbian?

***

Mirabella: I want a baby

Elizabeth: oh

Elizabeth: like just to hang out with or?

***

William Chatworth: I want a baby

Natalia: steal one it’s not that hard

[peachykneesjellybees]

arsinoe, who was raised by farmers: well y’all’d’ve known that if you was listenin earlier

billy, looking at the others to translate, thinking it’s just the fennbirn dialect:

mira, emilia, and kath: i-

pietyr’s upper class ass, crying: i can’t understand you, wtf is she saying

jules, nodding: well she has a point

[thepromisedbride]

it’s been a hot minute since i posted about tdc but i still think mirabella was the rightful queen. she was insanely powerful (even by queen standards), far more so than kat or arsinoe no matter if they’d been given the right gifts or not. i love jules, but she doesn’t know the first thing about ruling or politics. mirabella legitimately cares so much about everyone: the people, no matter what their gift/lack of gift is, her sisters, the island, and she’s been learning from when she was a child

[lovingyoutoneverland]

She was there, seeing how her little Kat sacrificed herself so Arsinoe wouldn't be possessed by the dead Queens. She was there to catch her little sister as she fell. Mirabella was always there - alive or in spirit. Even if she died young - she knew it was meant to be. From the beginning two of them had to die and even before all it happened Mirabella knew she'd die. Because, honestly there was no way she'd kill her little sisters. She loved them. She'd always sacrifice herself for them, that's who she is.

Even if her death was delayed, Mirabella wasn't angry with what happened. She died at peace, knowing her sisters loved her and that she loved them. And she knew Katherine had to kill her - it was the only way.

And she waited, in the mist, around the isle, for the things to come to an end.

She caught her littlest sister as she fell and the two of them watched the last battle end. They saw it all.

And now, they were watching Arsinoe and Jules leave the island.

"You think they'll be fine?" Mirabella asks, looking at her sister.

"Yes. I truly think they're fine, Mira. Now, can we go? Afterlife should be more than looking after Arsinoe. She has Jules. She'll be fine. "

Mirabella nods, taking Katherine's hand, holding her tightly, "You're right, Kat. It is time to go, I think. But this is not the end"

"This is not the end."

[secretpoisonerqueen]

Jules: We have got to find a way to cut down on our expenses. What can we live without?

Arsinoe: Probably Pietyr

[saedii-gilwraeth-simp]

TDC Hogwarts HC

Because your Hogwarts house says a lot about you.

We’ll start with our queens

Katharine would be either a Ravenclaw or a Hufflepuff and would be a confusing person to sort, but I think in the end she would be a Ravenclaw

It is canon that she likes to hide out in the library and that she did actually work her ass off to be a good poisoner and throughout the series she constantly tries to solve her problems with careful consideration.

Is a solid quidditch commentator but split between three different loyalties which is a segway into...

Mirabella is a Hufflepuff and a half. Not even a question.

She is a keeper (haha you see what I did there) on the quidditch team and she can be a little competitive but she mostly just tries to win for all her friends on her team. 

She works so hard to protect the people she loves and will claw the eyes out of anyone who fucks with her squad, which is quintessential honey badger Hufflepuff.

Arsinoe, the queen of half a brain cell, is quite obviously a Gryffindor.

She is so brave but can be so stupid sometimes. 100% plays quidditch, is a beater because she likes hitting things which is honestly fair.

Somehow succeeded in seducing a Ravenclaw. One of her top achievements (get it?), if she does say so herself.

And providing the second half of the brain cell, is fellow Gryffindor Jules Milone

Also a beater, because dream team, has taken more than one hit to the leg which has caused some damage but “who needs both legs to fly amiright?”

In an even more amazing feat, succeeding in seducing a Slytherin, which as a Gryffindor, comes with significant bragging rights because we love some house rivalry.

Emilia is a Slytherin. Is like a fantale, hard on the outside, soft on the inside (bad analogy considering I have ripped teeth out with fantales but oh well)

Is a chaser and has knocked many a keeper nearly off their brooms with the force with which she throws.

Makes out with her girlfriend in shady parts of dungeons and wherever it will gross out Arsinoe because she has to keep some of the rivalry alive

Billy was also a Hufflepuff/Ravenclaw toss up, but also ended up being a Ravenclaw.

Is honestly so tired all the time bc he has to use his intellect to deal with thing 1 and thing 2 shenanigans and has yet to learn to stop asking how they ended up in said shenanigans.

Rides a broom but doesn’t play quidditch, it’s more of a catharsis thing which works so well for some reason (fun fact; the reason is actually locker room makeout sessions with Gryff girlfriend) 

Pietyr is unquestionably a Slytherin

Arrons are like Blacks. Generations upon generations of Slytherins. Plays as a seeker on the quidditch team.

Proudest achievement is using the pickup line “can I slyther-in to your chamber of secrets?” on Kat and it working. A messy bitch who lives for drama and we are all 100% into it.

Joseph is the Filch of this headcanon. Squib bitch.

Elizabeth is a Hufflepuff while Bree Westwood is a Gryffindor

Mathilde is a Ravenclaw (the Luna Lovegood if you would)

Luke Gillespie (who needs more love in my opinion) is a Hufflepuff

Some random thoughts:

I know the marauders were four people but consider this, I don’t care bc Arsinoe, Jules, Kat, Mira and Emilia make a marauders map that is so detailed cause they’re from all different houses.

Emilia is good at defence against the dark arts, Jules is good at defence, herbology and care of magical creatures, Mira is good at charms and transfiguration, Kat is a jack of all trades, master of none, Billy and Luke love care of magical creatures but both adopt random muggle chickens that got on the grounds somehow. Arsinoe and Pietyr have been battling it out for six years for 1st in Potions (right now, Arsinoe is winning)

Billy fell in love with Arsinoe because he caught her sneaking around the restricted section at midnight, wearing glasses she normally charms away. They immediately got into a hushed argument about not being allowed to be there. They also immediately got detention for being out past curfew like idiots.

Emilia fell in love with Jules because Jules was willing to argue with her about what the  best broom was in the middle of diagon alley. She sill hadn’t given up by the first game of the season. They graduate and she still hasn’t given up lol.

Pietyr fell in love with Kat bc she could answer every single question a professor asks, but she does it so quietly that he can only tell bc he sits next to her. It’s cute, according to him.

Arsinoe and Jules currently have bragging rights because Gryffindor took home the quidditch cup this year. Pietyr and Emilia are joining together to scheme how to take it back but have to be weary to do it fairly or Mira will have their heads.

[one-pissed-off-child]

Tbh I was so shocked that people liked Pietyr more than Joseph bc what Pietyr did to Kat was 10x worse than what Joseph did to Jules and Mira

[the-elemental-queen]

Kat/Jules “Mine”

Jules was never very possessive.

She had not the space nor the money to be possessive, honestly. Everything she ever had was shared, from her room down to the very shoes she wore were shared and borrowed, such is the way of naturalists.

So, if she takes Katharine’s secret looks, shy smiles, rushed kisses, and sounds in the night and claims them as her own-well. Jules could hardly be faulted for that.

[realismreading]

No one asked for it, but here’s a Jules/Arsinoe wedding. 

“Do we really have to have a huge ceremony in the temple?” Arsinoe whined. 

Mirabella sent her a disapproving glare as she hurriedly stitched up the hemline of Arsinoe’s dress. She was nowhere near the seamstress that Katharine was, but with the youngest already fixing Jules’ straps over at the Milone house, Mirabella was left to fix Arsinoe’s. Goddess only knew the mess Arsinoe would make of it. 

Willa had spent six years mending all their clothes, and had tried for eighteen months to teach the triplets basic sewing skills with easy tasks. 

Katharine had continued with her work, taking great pride and joy in her natural knack for it. 

Mirabella had for a little while, until Rho had frightened her out of it. The priestess had told her that having so many sharp objects around a queen was dangerous, and unless she wanted to be poked to death by her sisters before she reached sixteen, she would leave the sewing to the professionals in Rolanth. 

Arsinoe, however, was more for creating holes in her clothes rather than mending them. She was a natural at it, that was for sure. She always had been.

“It’s important that we keep to tradition.” Mirabella insisted. 

“Why?” Arsinoe asked. “It’s not as if anything in the last three years has been traditional. All three of us survived the Ascension, we gave up our thrones and crowns, we bent the knee to Jules and we don’t have to wear just black anymore. I don’t get why this, of all things, has to be traditional.” 

“We may not be of the Goddess’ line anymore, but we still have to honour her, and show the people that we respect our island’s culture.” Mirabella said. 

“Don’t you think people are mad?” Arsinoe asked. 

“Why on earth would they be mad at a wedding? If anything, I’m sure they’re relieved. Jules has been Queen Crowned for three years, and she’s only just getting married.” 

“Well, we’re the old line.” Arsinoe said. “What if they see this as a way for us to reclaim power?” 

“They wont.” 

“But what if-”

“Arsinoe, they won’t.” Mirabella insisted. “You’re marrying Jules because you want to, yes?” Arsinoe nodded. “And Jules is marrying you because she wants to, correct?” Arsinoe nodded again. “Well, then what’s there to worry about?”

“Why do you have to be the logical one?” 

“Because I’m the eldest, and I have infinite knowledge.” Mirabella said. She tied of the last of the thread, turned the dress back to the correct way and stood, shaking the fabric out. “There, I think that should do it. Come on, get changed. Let me see my baby sister in her wedding dress.”

“You’ve seen me in it before.” Arsinoe argued. 

“But not when it’s perfect.” Mirabella said. “Kat has made some alterations as well. Hurry up, Syn! Anyone would think we had hours until the ceremony. Only you and Jules would leave it until the hour before to say that the hem and the sleeves aren’t right.”

“Still can’t believe we’re being forced into dresses.” Arsinoe mumbled as she took the dress from her sister and went behind the nearby screen to get changed. 

Both her and Jules would be wearing white dresses laced with a few pale green patterns along the ends of their sleeves, necklines and hemlines to pay homage to the naturalism they both held dear. 

Arsinoe’s dress was not as tightly fit as she’d dreaded, thinking of nothing worse than a corset and all that restrictive fabric. 

Instead, the skirt was small and tapered out slightly, the sleeves were long to hide her scars, the neckline was comfortably high an inch or so below her collarbone and the torso was made of accommodating fabric so that she could still breathe and walk and eat and drink to her heart’s content. Not having to wear a corset was a small victory that she relished in. 

When she stepped out from behind the screen ten minutes later, confused at all the fabric and getting all twisted and turned around at least four times as she tried to arrange everything, Mirabella’s eyes misted up and she clasped her hands together, looking immensely proud. 

“You look beautiful.” She said. 

“Cheers.” Arsinoe replied. 

“Come here, let me sort your hair out. I really wish you hadn’t cut it last night.”

“It needed doing.” 

“Not the night before your wedding.” 

“I thought I had to look my best?” Arsinoe said, letting her sister drag her fingers through the short strands. 

“Yes, but you could’ve waited twenty four hours so I had a little more to work with.” 

“It’s neat, it’s wavy, what more do you want?”

“It was neat and wavy. Now it looks like you’ve been dragged through a rosebush backwards.” 

“That’s what it felt like trying to get into this bloody dress.” Arsinoe complained. “Honestly, I don’t know why I couldn’t just wear a nice pair of trousers and a shirt. Maybe a tie, just to please the temple.” 

“Just play by the rules for today, Arsinoe.” Mirabella said. “Goddess knows you haven’t for most of your life. Right, okay, I’m done. Shoes on, and let’s go. We’ll be late.” 

~

Arsinoe and Jules flopped down onto their shared bed - which was really just their two cots in the Milone house pushed up against each other - full of giggles and too much wine. The taste of it was disgusting, but after the first few sips, they’d gotten used to it enough to keep drinking. They were comfortably tipsy now. Both were still in their dresses. 

Jules looked much better than Arsinoe, in a moss green dress sleeveless dress in a similar fit to Arsinoe’s. Her neckline was slightly lower, and the hemline higher. Neither felt like getting up again to get changed, they just grabbed ahold of their shared favourite woollen blackets and bundled up beneath it, facing each other. 

“Well?” Jules whispered. 

“Well what?” Arsinoe asked. 

“Is being married worth wearing the dress?” Arsinoe remembered now. 

Before they’d been parted that morning, Arsinoe had jokingly said that married life better be worth having to suffer a dress. She hadn’t really meant anything by it, just meaning to alleviate some of Jules’ nerves. 

Arsinoe smiled, raising a hand and cupping Jules’ face with it, her thumb stroking her wife’s cheekbone. 

“If it meant marrying you? Yes.” She whispered. The two smiled, pressed their lips together and slowly drifted into sleep, hands linked between them and the comfortable weight of a ring on their fingers.