#tog prince au

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Some scribbles of my KhunBam Witch Hat Atelier AU

And some rambles below

Khun and Bam are witch husbands who run a small atelier together

Thinking about Ran as one of their disciplines. He ran from Khun mansion and took shelter in his brother's atelier before becoming his student. Then there's Miseng, the youngest student. Bam brought her with him one day. Maybe I should add Verdi and Prince too,,

What if FUG is the brimhats,,,,, Bam was (almost) one of the brimhats before Jinsung told him to run away and find 'the Khun boy who you dreamed to build an atelier together'.

Khun and Bam met each other when they took the second witch test.

Bam was taught under Jinsung, a witch that secretly connected with FUG. He was ordered to taught and 'shape' Bam to be their savior.

FUG is still looking for Bam to this day when he's living a peaceful life with his husband.

He was named Viole by them. But now lives by 'Bam', a nickname Khun gave him (sorry Rachel) because he wears a dark blue-black cloak with golden glitter that looked like the night sky

Aguero was taught under the Khun family assembly/coven. Bored and unfitting to live among his many siblings, he ran away (according to his story to his students) and started to do his study by himself. But how could he take the witch tests without being anyone's disciple? Well, he had his way.

But anyway, other than teaching, Khun also do a research of magic items now. He's quite busy, so it's Bam who usually teaches their students by himself.

They are both strict, but Khun is much stricter and cruel (according to Prince). But their students love their teachers. Khun taught them a lot about interesting magic tricks and Bam's cooking is amazing. And he's strong too! (according to Miseng).

Maybe the Zahard Princesses are the members of Magic Security Council...

Oh right, one thing about Jinsung. He has a glyph tattooed to his arm (a sign that he's connected to FUG) that he hides by putting a bandage. No one, even the Magic Security Council knows about it. After running away, Bam never knows about Jinsung's whereabouts.

And by 'husbands', Khun and Bam actually never got married in traditional way. They just vowed to be together and 'seal' it in a pair of rings have half of a whole glyphs on it (like Olruggio's link rings). When put together, it form a beautiful magic that reminds them of their love and dreams (according to Bam's story to their students, Miseng is so invested in her teachers' love story)

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Masterlist

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Acotar:

Acosf feysand pov:

Part 1: the intervention

Part 2: the reveal

Part 3: the labour

Feyre week: found family

Throne of glass:

Just two heirs

Part 1: the wedding

Part 2: dread

Part 3:

The cruel prince:

Cardan’s letters pov:

Part 1: overcautious

Part 2: nearer

Part 3: games

Part 4: ridiculous

Part 5: vexation

Part 6: jude

Jude’s trial, cardan’s pov

Cardan sneaking into the camp

Ouabh

But daddy I love him:

Part 1: the shop (ao3)

Part 2: the prince (ao3)

Usual account is @highladyofterrasen7

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Khunwang Royal AU:

Seduction of the Sun Prince

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color and light

Hello! Have a lovely moment with Yusuf and our ladies!

The ball was lovely— the Festa d’Inverno was certainly the North Coast’s festival of the year. Princess Christina had not oversold it.

Strings and woodwinds swelled through the ballroom with great sweeps of music. Nobility from every corner of the Central Sea twirled in elegant circles, swirling like a kaliedoscope across the floor. It seemed like the whole room was encased in frost, sparkling in a thin net of crystal beads that draped like gossamer tents over the chandeliers and down the walls. The terrace outside the windows glittered a lagoon blue, reflecting the moonlight in the snow. It, and the crystal webbing, matched his robes.

Perhaps, if he remained very still over by the window, he could camouflage himself in plain sight.

He entertained himself with the towering floral centerpieces. They exploded with heavy greenery, eucalyptus fronds and froths of little white buds that nearly overshadowed their more colorful companions— columns of lavender, periwinkles, and soft little pink flowers Yusuf had never seen before. There were no large blooms, not even a rose, but they weren’t missed. The densely packed heads of tiny flowers looked like dots of spring colors hibernating under a snowstorm of white.

It was a piece of art. Like an impressionistic painting made up of tiny dots, just color and light and feeling.

He recognized them from the greenhouse. From memories of sage green eyes gazing over at him past the rows of carefully maintained greenery, the feel of hands brushing his fingertips across pots of verdant little seedlings. If he closed his eyes, he could still smell fresh tilled earth and feel the manufactured warmth of summer in the dead of winter.

If it weren’t for Andromache, Quynh, and Nile, that vase of flowers would be the most compelling company in the whole party.

“You’re quiet.”

Speak of the devil, and she shall appear, he thought, smiling into his champagne.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.”

“Yusuf,” Andromache fixed him with a wry look “you’re hiding behind the flowers— you’re a literal wallflower.”

“That’s not your usual style.” Nile piped up, coming up on her other side.

For a woman in plate armor, she was quieter than she had any right to be.

“Easy to sneak up on, too.” Quynh raised an elegant eyebrow, leaning into her wife’s side as she studied him. “What’s going on, Yusuf?”

Thanks for playing! ❤️

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the forest of you

pairing: choi soobin x gn reader | genre / tropes: fluff, cottagecore au, fantasy au, prince!soobin x witch!reader, mutual pining, just very soft vibes | word count: 1.9k | warnings: none, just a little (friendly) teasing

summary: prince soobin lives undercover as a commoner as part of a royal tradition, and you are the local potion-maker tasked with caring for him and magically maintaining his disguise. you take him to the forest one day to forage for ingredients, and you start to realize just how much you need him with you.

author's notes: i wrote this after binge-listening to soobin's forest cover, it was just soooo comforting and beautiful 🥰🥰 this fic isn't that overtly romantic since i mostly focused on recreating the comforting vibes and message of the original cover, but the pining is still there (i hope). the premise of this story is based on an idea i had some time ago but never turned into a fic, i do have ideas for fics in the same setting though!

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“y’know, soobin, you’ve become less scared of the forest since you got here,” you say, swinging your herb basket back and forth as you walk.

“oh really?” the prince stares at you, his mouth agape at first before morphing into his familiar dimpled smile. cute. “i suppose that’s a good thing, isn’t it?”

“it’s a very good thing. having company with me is nice.”

soobin trails behind you as you trudge down the worn dirt paths of the forest, trees on all sides towering over you. you hum as you walk, eyes on the lookout for anything of use in your potions: flowers, berries, mushrooms, seeds, leaves, even fallen bird feathers. from time to time you turn back to glance at your ward, who follows at a comfortable pace while gazing at the canopy above him.

he stops in his tracks and points at a patch of mushrooms growing on the bark of a tree. the mushrooms are at his eye level, above your head. “wait, these are the ones you use for my disguise potion, right?”

“that’s right! i missed that 一 thank goodness i’ve got a tall person helping me out.”

soobin pries the mushrooms from the bark hands it to you, a proud grin on his face. you can’t help but smile yourself in admiration, and your smile only grows when his hands brush yours while he places them in your basket. “thank you,” you whisper.

now you walk side-by-side through the forest, and you much prefer it this way. even with his princely nature hidden, you find something reassuring about his presence: soobin towers over you, but he moves slowly, deliberately matching his stride to yours, even the swinging of his arms in sync. he stays close by you, as if protecting you from anything that might leap out of the forest, and your arms nearly brush his a few times.

every now and then you stop to take something from the forest: a cluster of deep red berries, a yellow-green fern growing in swirling patterns, a flower so white it practically shines on the forest floor. soobin gazes at you intently as you do your job, and you’re so engrossed in your work that you miss the soft smile that crosses his face while he observes.

“did you really do all this by yourself before i came here?” he asks as you step through a narrow space between two gnarled trees. in the distance some birds begin to caw, but you don’t even flinch at the sound.

“pretty much. i’m used to it, i guess.”

“and you weren’t lonely or scared? that’s really cool, y/n.”

“i wasn’t always like this,” you say as you pry another mushroom from some tree bark for soobin’s disguise potion. “the first time i went on my own, i wanted to prove to my parents that i could forage by myself. y’know, be a real witch and everything. but i was shaking the whole time... and i missed my parents so much. they used to point out the different birds to me while they foraged, or they’d just look at me all excited if they found a rare ingredient. and that’s what i missed the most, just having someone to be with.”

soobin presses his lips together as he listens to you. you’ve been foraging on your own for years, and though you tell yourself that you’re used to it, your heart aches at the memory. you turn to face him and your eyes meet. 

“i get what you mean,” he says. “when i first came here for my incognito period, i remember missing everyone a lot. my parents and all the palace staff... kai, beomgyu... your cottage was so quiet in comparison. not that it’s a bad place, it’s just...”

“not home?”

soobin nods, his gaze falling to the dried leaves on the forest floor. the two of you continue walking through the forest, stopping only a few minutes later so that you can collect a few wild berries from a bush.

“it feels more like home now, though,” soobin says as he crouches down to help you. “i like the smell of the herbs from your garden and how toasty the cauldron room is. and helping you is, ah, it’s fun... you care about your potions so much and i like watching you work.”

you laugh softly to yourself, turning away as you feel a warmth spread through your cheeks. “it’s... well, i’m used to it. and having you around has helped a lot.”

“sometimes i feel more like a bother than a help. you work so fast!”

“don’t say that, you’re plenty helpful. look at you right now, i would have missed some of the berries hidden here if it weren’t for you.”

with the berries collected and placed in your basket, you stand up at the same time. you don’t realize at first how close soobin is standing to you, but your eyes meet his and you can’t bring it in yourself to look away. the prince gazes at you as if trying to speak without words, as if telling you from his presence alone that everything will be alright.

he reminds you of the forest too, you think: tall and quiet and seemingly stern, but filled with a cool comfort all his own. 

your mutual reverie is broken by the cawing of a nearby flock of birds. soobin jumps and nearly falls; you grab onto his hand and you both wobble before he finds his balance.

“sorry...”

“it’s一it’s fine.” your hand is still holding onto his, and your cheeks feel hot. “we should keep moving.”

the two of you continue through the forest, taking care not to travel too deep but stay at the periphery. soobin stays close to you, and you thread your arm through his 一 this will slow your pace, but you don’t mind.

“by the way, i changed the measurements of the disguise potion a bit,” you say as soobin crouches down to pick some flowerbuds. “i’m not sure if you felt any difference.”

“oh really? it felt the same to me.” he shrugs and places the flowerbuds in your basket. “i always feel... disoriented when i use it.”

“i know, that’s why i was trying to change it...”

“don’t worry about it too much.” soobin glances up at a tree branch right above him, and a cool breeze blows down on both of you. “it’s just... when i’m a prince, i feel shy from all the people watching me, but when i’m disguised, it feels odd not being recognized, as if no one cares about me. does that make sense?”

you’re quiet for a few moments. you glance up at the canopy, then back at soobin; prince or not, there’s something about him that feels right at home here. 

“i see what you mean... being around others is exhausting, but being by yourself is lonely. right?”

“yeah, exactly.”

“what about being with me?” you give him a teasing grin. “do you ever get sick of me?”

he grins right back at you, even rolling his eyes for dramatic effect. “yeah, i get totally sick of you. when i become prince again i’m banishing you so that i never see you again.”

“you could never do that, i bet. who’s going to make the potions of soothing to help you fall asleep, huh?”

“i’ve been stuck with you long enough that i could make it myself!”

you elbow him gently and you both laugh. the sound rings through the forest, and it makes the place seem smaller and warmer than it is.

you’ve often wondered what will happen when soobin’s incognito period ends and he goes back to his princely role. when the royal family first approached you to help with their son’s journey 一 apparently an old tradition to help future monarchs stay in touch with the common folk 一 you didn’t think much of it. you’d get an apprentice, make a few extra potions of disguise for him, then collect a hefty royal commission after eighteen months. at first, it had been nothing more than a chance to get an extra pair of hands and supplement your income as a potion-making witch.

but as you walk through the forest, arm in arm with soobin, you realize that you like the new routine you’ve established. the young prince helps you sell potions and make bread for meals, and more than once you’ve caught him giving harsh glares at rude customers who want to use your potions for nefarious purposes. and though his accompaniment to your weekly forages were originally nothing more than an excuse to get some help, you now find it impossible to imagine going on them without him.

soobin and the forest and you: in your mind they all fit together.

you’re so lost in your thoughts that he has to move in front of you to catch your attention. “y/n?”

“oh 一 sorry!”

“you know i was just kidding, right?”

“huh...?”

“about banishing you, i mean,” he says. “i like being around you too much.”

“ah 一 yeah! d-don’t worry, i know,” you say, and now even your ears are warm together with your cheeks. “and um, thank you.”

you blink a few times and glance around. the trees have become more gnarled and more densely packed together. you realize that the two of you are starting to approach the heart of the forest; go any deeper and things will get dangerous, not just from wild animals but also from wild magic. “uh, we should... go back...”

soobin nods and waits for you to lead the way before falling in beside you. again he offers his arm, and you thread yours around it. with his free hand he offers to carry your basket for you; it has gotten heavier from the foraging you’ve been doing. you shake your head and give him a polite smile, letting him know that you can carry it just fine, but the gesture opens up a lightness in your heart.

the walk back to the main road is quiet, but not awkwardly so. such moments of silence are not uncommon with soobin, but they have a comfort all their own; the prince smiles to himself as he walks, taking the time to admire the lush green canopy above or the carpet of flowers and ferns growing in between the tree roots. you find yourself sneaking glances at him and following his gaze to whatever plant has caught his attention 一 you’re so used to forest forages that you’ve forgotten how to stop and admire the scenery.

can you really imagine the forest without him? you feel his arm wound around yours, anchoring you, and it reminds you of the tree roots beneath your feet.

by the time you reach the edge of the forest, the sun has started to set and the sky has turned orange. rays of yellow light peek through the remains of the canopy. you put your free hand up to your face to block out the most blinding rays, and soobin tightens his grip around your arm. 

“let’s go home?” he says. 

you turn to him and smile. he looks radiant in this light.

“let’s go home.”

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Worlds apart-12 —ACOTAR x TOG AU

Part Twelve | warnings: angsttt, violence? | Azriel x Celaena Sardothien

Summary; pain and sorrow one after the other, Azriel decides that maybe he isn’t meant for this world, but maybe for another…

Note: this is an AU it’s not in the books.

Masterlist / Series Masterlist

Celaena’s POV

Two weeks of slaughtering near-innocents and the party was here, and she couldn’t be more tense, she had heard that Dorian was her partner for the gathering and that had horrified her, Celaena prayed that the King wouldn’t punish him for it, there was only so much guilt she could handle.

Though it had killed her, she had given Fleetfoot to an old friend of her’s, a lovely baker that was sure to spoil the dog rotten, Fleetfoot had become too depressed and lonely with her so busy, she couldn’t take care of her, she’d vowed to retrieve her when the time was right. If there was ever such a time.

She shuddered out a breath as she waited for the Crown-prince, standing on the icy sidewalk, she couldn’t be more cold, her plain black jacket did nothing against the frigid night, it was spring and yet not, the flowers had still not bloomed, the birds had yet to start their song.

The panting of breath announced Dorian’s arrival, she turned to find him already watching her, he wore a fine black suit with silver accents, nothing more was needed, he nodded towards the waiting carriage and she took that as her queue to follow him into it, death-staring the driver as she got in. He had watched her the entire time she had been shivering and had done nothing. Bastard.

Thankfully, the inside was a lot warmer but still had a chill to it, the Prince and the Champion sat side by side, not saying a word to eachother, Celaena was too busy wondering where she had seen the drive before to care about conversation, perhaps the man had picked her up once before? No not possible, Arobynn didn’t hire the same Carriage driver twice. Perhaps she had just seen him on the street before. That made more sense.

“Celaena,” Dorian started, she turned to him, wary blue eyes watching sapphire one’s, he pursed his lips as he watched her, like he was debating whether what he had to say was worth getting executed for, she hoped he thought against it. Wrong, “I want to help you, and I want you to help me, if we can get eachother out of this mess then we can both be free, I know it is treason but I can only watch you suffer alone so long, please.” He said. His eyes pleading. She had thought him smart but this was pure stupidity and madness, of course she wanted to be free and then run into the Staghorns and live there for the rest of her life but that was unrealistic, and it would never happen, besides, even if she got to live that life it would never be perfect. Because no matter what universe. Azriel would not be there with her, she had learned that hard truth these past few weeks, no matter how much they wanted to, they would never fit.

No matter if she bartered with the gods to make it so, they were star-crossed lovers, and that was all they would ever be, Azriel most likely had a mate in his world who was waiting for him and she her’s, she silently prayed that Azriel had realised the same thing and had given up, but she had seen the raw determination in his eyes right before he’d left, he wouldn’t stop fighting.

Celaena hated that she had given him such a sense of hope and how things could be, because if he came back, she would have to rip that all away, perhaps she was a monster, forced to fall in love and then damn them and herself. A monster.

“No,” she said flatly, staring out the window, watching the people go by, so unbothered and blind to what was going on, oh how she wished she was like them, “no?” “No.” Confusion and worry laced his face but she didn’t care, she wouldn’t let him get killed for helping her, she refused, Celaena adjusted the bracelet on her arm, content to ignore the anguish on her friend’s face until he got the idea, but if she knew Dorian—which she did. She knew that he was as stubborn as a child.

He cleared his throat, lowering his head, “very well then,” he said simply.

They did not speak to one another for the rest of the ride.

-

As soon as they entered the building, she went straight for the drinks table, grabbing a glass of wine and downing it before grabbing another, she may be undercover but that didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy herself, besides, Celaena had a incredible alcohol tolerance, she’d be fine.

In her peripheral, she noticed one of the King’s men was slinking about, staying to the walls and surveying the room, he noticed her gaze and instantly hid his face, disappearing into the shadows, she’d keep an eye on him, it was then that she noticed a lot of members of the Royal court and soldiers were here, a lot of Chaol’s personal men as well. Now that was odd.

Even stranger, she was feeling the wine a lot quicker than she should, her eyesight was a little fuzzy and her stomach was churning, what the hell? She’d eaten no food today, only wine.

The man was back at the wall again, watching her intently, a small smirk laced his face as she realised what was happening, shit— there was something in her drink, Celaena dropped the glass, the item shattering on the floor but she didn’t care, she ran to the nearest powder-room she could find but found the door locked, shit! “Please-unlock the door, p-please!” She banged on the door as hard as she could, her words slurred and stuttered.

She leaned her head on the oak door, attempting to calm her breathing, no such thing happened, it only got worse as time went on, sweat coated her skin in thick layers, yet she was so cold, Celaena felt as if her body was immobilising, losing feeling in her toes and fingers. Bloodbane. It was ironic, a few years ago when a travelling circus came to Rifthold, she’d begged Arobynn to let her get a reading to see how she would die, the creepy, grey haired woman had told her ‘poison, that is how you shall go,’ she hasn’t believed her, neither had her Master.

She started crying then, she had accepted that she would die one day but so soon, and so young? She still had so much to live for, so much to love, and now she would perish slowly at the door of a powder-room, the room she had always found useless and tacky, oh how wrong she had been, if only she hadn’t been so distracted by Dorian’s offer, she would’ve noticed the poison. Her Master would be ashamed.

Her tears fell in thick, salty rivers down her face, this was the end, a story ended too soon, the page ripped out of an unfinished book, she should have gone with Azriel, Azriel, the Shadowsinger that had stolen her heart without even trying. The male that had given her a sense of hope and confidence when she had thought it lost.

All her life she had been told happy endings didn’t exist, and she had fought them on that, told them they were wrong. Perhaps they were right after all.

The End.

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20 Questions For Fic Writers

Tagged by @cactusdragon517 almost a month ago lol, I'm slow to get these done.

How many works do you have on ao3? 21

What's your total ao3 word count? 202,835

What fandoms do you write for? Currently? Call of Duty and I'm still hanging around the TOG fandom. But I've hardly posted anything in years lol. Someday when my toddler is a little older I'll get back into posting more.

Top five fics by kudos:

Share Your Address - Fencer!Joe/TA!Nicky College AU - Insta-love. So much texting. Everybody wants to punch Keane.

It Feels Like Flying - Joe/Pilot!Nicky AU - This is porn. Enjoy.

Brothers Fight - Joe & Booker working through their issues post movie.

Everything I Did to Get to You - Sequel to Share Your Address (my top fic by Kudos) - AU - A few years later Joe and Nicky spend the holidays with friends and family.

Collapsing Walls - Book of Nile!!!!! - Established Booker/Nile - Booker and Nile get caught in a building while trying to assist during an earthquake.

Do you respond to comments? Yes!! I try to respond to all comments for at least a few days after I post something.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I don't write a lot of angsty ENDINGS. I'll Never Love Another (Prince!Joe/Knight!Nicky) has a fuck ton of angst in it, and I know some people thought the ending was bitter sweet bordering on sad.... but idk (spoilers?) no one died and they're together sooooo that's a happy ending in my book lol.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Gees, idk lol Share Your Address?? It's so sweet you'll get cavities.

Do you get hate on fics? I never have. *knock on wood*

Do you write smut? Hardly ever. I mean I HAVE, and actually the most recent thing I posted was like straight up porn lol. But mostly if there is sex it is only hinted at/fade to black. Or buried in a 60k fic so you have to work for it!

Craziest crossover: Probably Book of Nile + Princess Bride (it's a WIP that I haven't touched in like 3 years *sweats nervously* I swear I will finish all my WIPs EVENTUALLY)

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know of???

Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes!! A one shot I did was translated onto a Japanese website that I forget the name of lol. I've also had a podfic made of one of my one shots if that counts.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Ashley and I tried at one point lol it was a modern AU DinLuke fic.... it kind of fizzled out eventually. @ashleyrguillory we should look at that again someday lol

All time favorite ship? Obligatory "Just one??!!" ok but idk Charlie/Claire (LOST), Korra/Asami (Legend of Korra) and Derek/Stiles (Teen Wolf) are the most important to me??? I read the most fic for Ghost/Soap, [redacted controversial ship that you could not pay me to reveal #1], and [redacted controversial ship that you could not pay me to reveal #2] lol

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I refuse to give up on any of my WIPS!!! I have 4, and all of them are planned/outlined to the end... I even have multiple completed chapters for two of them. I'm not a quitter... I do take my time though lol

What are your writing strengths? Oh gees... idk someone else who has read my stuff needs to tell me this... I think I've gotten a lot of comments complimenting me on keeping characters true to canon?? idk guys! someone else answer this!

What are your writing weaknesses? I really struggle with action and sex scenes. Where are they? I, the person writing this fic, certainly don't know. (come to think of it this might be part of the reason that I don't write a lot of smut)

Thoughts on dialogue in another language? Whatever floats the author's boat.

But I personally have done it a few ways. My favorite to both write and read is just to write what they say and then identify what language is being used if the POV character can understand the language. something like: "Oh no," he shouted in Italian.

OR if the POV character doesn't understand the language I would write something like: Nicky shouted something in what Joe thought was Italian. OR Nicky said something in a language Joe couldn't quite place.

First fandom you wrote in? Supernatural lol

Favorite fic you've written? One????? You're getting 2!

I'll Never Love Another - Prince!Joe/Knight!Nicky AU - SO MUCH LETTER WRITING - This was my Big Bang in 2021, and I love the FUCK out of it. It's my favorite fic I've ever written and I reread it kind of often because of how much I enjoy it lol

Impelled by the Persuasion of Love - Canon verse Joe/Nicky and Andy/Quynh - Takes place in France during the 100 years war. I have an obsession with courtly love/chivalry and figured I should shove it onto our favorite immortals <3 - I wrote this for a TOG zine that came out in early 2021

=== Truly, IDK if I've got 20 people to tag but I'll give it a go!!

@innerslumber, @alloutofgoddesses, @ashleyrguillory, @stevethehairington, @sindirimba, @disregardandfelicity and anybody else who wants to do this, consider this your tag!!!

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An Incomplete List of The Old Guard AU Fic Ideas

All Our Lives: SG1/TOG crossover in which the Old Guard have been called many things over the years, but they’ve never been accused of being aliens with god complexes before

Hauteville!Nicky: In which Nicolò di Genova begins life as the bastard son of Prince Bohemond I of Antioch

Maps For The Getaway: PJO/TOG crossover, in which, following their capture by Merrick, the Old Guard lays low at Camp Half-Blood

Standing Stones, Buried Blades: HP/TOG crossover, in which famed alchemist Nicholas Flamel is one of the many, many pseudonyms of Nicolò di Genova

Those Fields of England: HP/TOG crossover, in which Harry Potter is the newest immortal

More Terrible Fic Ideas

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Other tags I use frequently are #personal, #lol, #nature, #birds, #fanfiction, #fanart, #writing, and #whump.

Be warned, I am a huge fan of whump. If you don't like whump and don't block the tag you will see some things that might make you uncomfortable. Please, feel free to block the tag if you need to.

I seem to have picked up the habit of talking about what I'm reading, so for that I use #reading, and if it's a book (it usually is), I use #books.

If you are as annoyed with my mother as I am, block the tag #my mom. I'm in a tough situation here at home, so I do vent about it. Speaking of difficult, I sometimes use the tag #actually disabled.

If you want fun content, there’s the #my dad tag. He’s an interesting man.

I tag adult content as #nsft, and sometimes #mdni.

I try my best to tag #salt, and #wank.

I am participating in Whale Weekly. All Whale Weekly posts are tagged as #whale weekly, and #moby-dick.

When I'm reading Dracula all posts will be tagged as #dracula, and #dracula daily.

Other tags are #music, #The Lord of the Rings, #lotr newsletter, #The Hobbit, #game of thrones, #house of the dragon, #httyd, #rtte, #doctor who, #mcu, #good omens, #grishaverse, #tdp (The Dragon Prince), #atla (Avatar: The Last Airbender), #tlok (The Legend of Korra), and #toa (Tales of Arcadia). May occasionally talk about #sjm (Sarah J. Maas) and #tog (Throne of Glass) while doing rereads.

And apparently I blog about #pjo now!

If you're looking for my writing (if the tumblr search function ever actually works again), that can be found under #my writing.

And below the cut I have a masterlist of my writing!

My AO3

Fics by Fandom:

Supernatural

Star Wars

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

The 100

Lucifer

Tales of Arcadia

'Teen Wolf

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Good Omens

Multi-Chapter Fics (Completed):

Don't Call Me Sammy

How to Get Rid of Nightmares

Bleeding Reality

Deathless

Lockdown

The Sins of Heaven

In the Dark

Day & Night

Book One: Spirit

It's Time We Had the Talk

Don't Call Me Sammy (Rewrite)

The World Goes Cold

Multi-Chapter Fics (WIP)

The Wail of Dying Stars

Blackout

Livin In You

Three Birds, One Stone

Imperium

Brother, Hold Me Up

Series

The Ascendancy Trials

SPN Hiatus Creations 2018

Take Me to Church

Where

SPN Hiatus Creations 2019

Whumptober 2019

#SpnStayAtHome

SPN Hiatus Creations 2020

Whumptober 2020

Banned Together Bingo 2020

#SPNAdventCalendar2020

Angstpril 2021

Whumpay 2021

Whumptober 2021

Angstpril 2022

Sam Week 2022

Whumptober 2022 As It Should've Been

AI-less Whumptober 2023

Post-Plan 99

Lipstick

TechPhee Smut

Tech Tuesday

Summer of Bad Batch 2024

Mistborn!AU

Neurodivergent Tech Week 2024

After Dark

[separatist-apologist]

Do you think you'd ever write anything for tog?

I had one brief moment during HoF where I was like, AU where Rowan meets Aelin as a princess of Terrasen because I think it would be so funny to watch her terrorize him.

But then I thought (just for you) mafia AU but it's just Aelin kidnapping prince Rowan and bending him to her will

[bookofmirth]

Do you think that gwynriel will be The Little Mermaid retelling? I saw someone say they think it will be a love triangle and Elain will see Gywn and Az getting along and she sees the necklace that was supposed to be hers. The sea witch tricks Prince Eric into thinking she is the girl he's in love with. So, Elain will use her seer powers (we don't know much about them yet) to trick Az into thinking they are mates. I saw another theory say what if Elain falls in love with Azriel despite the mating bond with Lucien, but he ends up choosing Gwyn and it causes Elain to turn bad. I think it might be Little Mermaid retelling, but I’m not so sure on Elain being a villain. I don’t like the idea of her being bad unless it’s done very, very well. I was surprised to see there are quite a few theories on Elain being bad/evil, but I guess it kind of makes sense. People underestimate/least expect since she’s off in her garden and keeping to herself.

Not really, mainly because sjm has stepped away from doing straight up retellings. Even in acotar, she took the bare outline of Beauty and the Beast and made it her own thing - if Tamlin was the beast, then they don't even end up together and the irony is that he did have something dark to him that prevented their HEA. Cassian and Nesta weren't a retelling of anything. ToG was supposed to be Cinderella but it bares such little resemblance to Cinderella that by the end of the first book it's its own thing.

Sarah takes bits and pieces of stories, fables, religion, other cultures, and uses what she wants. She's never faithful to the original story, she just takes the vibes and aesthetics that she likes and then goes on her own journey with the characters. That's part of the reason why I don't think that most super-detailed theories are going to pan out. Sarah does research into other stories and cultures and religions, but she's rarely faithful to them to the point that we can follow the bouncing ball all the way from point A to point Z. She's more like, here's point A, and now I'm going to forget the rest of the alphabet.

I'm not super into the idea of Elain being bad or evil, first off because it's so unlike anything that sjm would write, and second because it would go against who Elain is as a character. I think she could get tricked into something or even tempted, and then have to repair the damage - hence my idea for an elucien Legend AU - but intentionally? I don't think she would do anything to hurt her family. I understand why people have those ideas too, because it would be an interesting subversion of what we know about her character, and it would be one way for Elain to take agency over her life! I guess I just don't see it happening in canon.

[mneiai]

Fic that I am currently working on:

The following is a list of the fic that I remembered to list that I am currently working on, planning on working on, or hoping to work on. A fic that does not appear here is not necessarily abandoned, but I cycle in and out of fandoms and back again with a few years between sometimes.

Fic I am definitely working on/currently updating:

A Coin Has Three Sides - ASOIAF no-Rebellion AU with Princess Rhaenys teaming up with Prince Aemon (Jon) to stop a plot to put him on the throne. Jon & Rhaenys & Aegon.

Is it so far from madness to wisdom? - ASOIAF/F&B/HOTD time travel crossover where Jon becomes the son of Daemon Targaryen. Jon & lots of people (but not Daemon).

Eventuality - GOT time travel AU where Jon ends up a trans man and Dany gets to be a King. Danaerys/Jon.

Fic I am definitely working on but maybe not updating for awhile:

Biding Time - TOG time travel AU with part-Valg!Dorian getting caught up in Valg politics and plotting. Erawan/Dorian, King & Dorian.

Play the Part of Savior - ASOIAF time travel AU where Jon travels back to the Great Empire of the Dawn to figure out how the Bloodstone Emperor starts the first Long Night. Bloodstone Emperor/Jon, Sarella/Jon.

Fire in the Rain - ASOIAF modern AU where the Targaryens no longer rule Westeros, but dream of the day they will retake it. Sansa/Jon, Rhaenys/Aegon/Jon.

No Peace No Rest (rewrite incoming) - BFA AU where Stormwind falls (again) and Anduin takes refuge with the Ebon Blade. Darion/Anduin, Bolvar & Anduin.

Cut Strings (rewrite incoming) - BFA AU where, because of the connections forged during the fight against the Legion, Anduin decides that Stormwind and its territories will become neutral. Wrathion/Anduin, Baine/Anduin.

King's Hero - FFXV AU. Somnus and Nyx make a deal, Nyx survives and Somnus goes with him on a quest to save the world and Noctis. Nyx/Somnus.

Lives Stretched From Sleep - FFXV/vsXIII AU. Attempting to mix VS rumors and XV.

Fic I'm hoping to get back to sooner than later:

The Spare - FFXV time travel AU. Noctis becomes Regis' younger brother. Nyx/Noctis, Ardyn/Noctis. Noctis & pretty much everyone.

How Not To Drown - FFVII-R AU. Sephiroth actually did die during the Nibelheim mission, but Cloud still spends four years in Hojo's tender care before getting back to Midgar. Gainsboroughs & Cloud. Andrea/Cloud.

Tearing Through The Seams - FFVII AU. The Turks save Zack and Cloud before Hojo can get ahold of them and they both stay at Shinra. Zack & Cloud. Cloud & Turks.

A Wolf In Dragon's Clothing - ASOIAF soulmate AU. Jon and Oberyn are soulmates. Future Jon/Oberyn/Ellaria.

Dig My Grave - FFXV vampire AU. Somnus and Ardyn are ancient vampires and rivals, Noctis is Somnus' last living mortal descendant. Ardyn/Noctis.

[the-messenger-hawk]

--Assorted ToG AU dumps--

Because I needed somewhere to dump my brainrot ideas

Gladiator AU: I've wrote a bit about this one already, but it's still the best.

Error Code 422: canon divergent au where Wangnan and Miseng stick together and are active in the Hidden Floor arc (and hunted by their glitched out Sworn Enemies). Many secrets are exposed to the main characters/Wangnan outs himself early.

Yet so Far: the one where Wangnan is pining over Bam throughout S2. Nothing unrequited here, he's just dumb and can't spit it out. literally everyone is aware this is going on but Bam.

Rogue Princesses: AU where Team Sweet & Sour are identified as allies of Jue Viole Grace and attacked, leaving most of the team in critical condition. Out of desperation, Wangnan uses the Sword to perform a blood transfusion to save them...with dramatic side effects. -In other words, all of his female teammates basically become bootleg Princesses. (Assumes he reunited with Ehwa, as I'm not leaving her out of this :> )

Sun on the Horizon: Fantasy/kingdom AU. On a diplomatic visit to the capital, Khun is hired to track down the King's missing son. It's not as serious a situation as it seems. Khun has a secret agenda to track down a lost friend, but there's something inspiring about this prince that didn't meet any of his expectations. this is a khunwang au.

Regret: a time-travel au where a very depressed Wangnan gets a chance to go back and undo a moment in time to save his friends. Bam finds out he's about to make a terrible mistake and rushes to stop him, but ends up trapped in the body of his past self, unable to act until history is altered.

slayer prince au: the one where Karaka finds Wangnan on the 20th a decade or so previously, and more or less inducts him as a secret candidate. When Bam arrives on the 20th floor, Jinsung hires Wangnan to keep an eye on his student, and make him a new team. As usual, he goes a little off-script.

[aphroditestummyrolls]

When do you decide to take the slow-burn over the line from yearning without touching to fucking on the floor? (In reference to Color and Light, but also in general) Since I rarely need to worry about pacing in all my short fics, I’m always curious about how other writers make these decisions.

hahaha the short answer to this is that I am impatient

The long answer, for Color and Light specifically, was in the breakdown of the story while outlining. I broke down the story into four (originally five) 3 chapter chunks in which different milestones were supposed to be reached and different tropes were going to be used. We go from pining to fuck him on the floor friday at the midpoint of the story, i thought that that would give yusuf and nicolo enough time to get to know each other-- as people, beyond yusuf's royalty and Nicolo "the gardener". That way when they reach a point of confessing their love, they really KNOW who they're saying that to, and the potential power imbalance is taken out of the way. I wanted yusuf to be largely ignorant to the lives of common people (benignly spoiled/sheltered yusuf, my beloved favorite headcanon <3), but acutely aware of the fact that he has power over nicolo. Those barriers need to be broken before anything can happen. And once they were, there's no way for them to hold back from each other.

Hope that's a suitable answer! I have such a hard time with slow burn haha i wanted them to bang in like, chapter three XD

[alkaysani-archived]

The Old Guard Fanfic Master List

*updated* 15 Oct 2020

MAIN SERIES

AS OUR LOVE SHAPES OUR UNIVERSE  (Nicky x Joe - Princess Diaries AU)

to love is to sacrifice, to sacrifice is to love 

“Prince Yusuf Al-Kaysani,” Charlotte says, and she’s sighing dreamily again and Yusuf definitely has that effect on people. “That young man gets my vote,” Joseph says from behind him. “He goes by Joe sometimes, so he’s definitely of good stock,” he says, and Nicky snorts. “A brilliant one, amazing artist, charismatic. He’s dedicated himself as the right-hand and advisor to his queen mother, and has fully supported his younger sister taking the throne instead of him. He’s friends with Nicolo,” he says, and Nicky blinks, shrugging a little, and his heart starts to go wild in his chest in a way he doesn’t want to understand. “We spent two years of secondary together,” he whispers, glancing at Mia. “Uh…just before they passed, he had to move back home, and I…” he trails off, sighing. --- or the Princess Diaries II AU where Prince Nicolo will do anything for Genovia. And if that means introducing his cousin Princess Mia to Prince Yusuf Al-Kaysani to be her future king, then his heart just has to deal with it. He just wished that it didn’t hurt so much.

i will hold your heart together in mine 

“You love me now, right?” “Forever more, my darling,” Joe chokes out, and it takes on a whole new meaning that makes his own ache. “Then my heart will heal,” Nicolo says, and his voice is firm, and fierce, under the exhaustion. “The symptoms will fade, in time. They will,” he adds, his voice muffled against his shoulder. He pulls away and looks up at Joe with wide, glassy eyes. “The universe won’t be so cruel to me to take me away now, when I am finally happy, right?” he says, and Joe burst into tears then, shaking his head, grabbing Nicolo’s face and kissing him, deeply. No. No. He won’t think of it. He won’t think of losing Nicolo. Not again. Not like this. *** or where Prince Yusuf learns the physical extents of Nicolo’s heartbreak, months after they were meant to be fine. But regardless of how much it ails him, his beloved Nicolo continues to have faith that he will be alright. So he must brave through his fears and his worries, as they grow, and build a life and a family, together. Even if it breaks their hearts again. And again. And again.

black cats and lopsided hearts (Joe x Nicky) - 30 Oct 2020

“Permission to keep killing your fiancé with cuteness due to Halloween costumes, please?” Mia asks, and she’s giving Nicolo those eyes again, and this time, Nicolo bites his lip, glancing at Joe. “It might be fun, beloved. It’ll only be for a night,” he reasons, and Nicolo sighs then, nodding his head. “For you, heart.” *** or The Old Guard Princess Diaries AU – Halloween Special where Mia convinces Nicolo and Yusuf to let her dress up one and a half-year old twins Elio and Ayla for this very American holiday.

ONE-SHOTS & STAND-ALONES

JOE x NICKY

not that i need reminding 

“You look in love.” Joe blinks, looking up at the voice. There’s a woman, a little younger than Nile, or maybe just her age, sitting beside him on the bench now. She’s smiling at him, and he gives her what he hopes is an equal one, before nodding softly, gently tapping his pencil on his sketchbook. He knows the answer, of course he does. Yes. He is in love. Truly, madly, deeply, or however they say it. He knows all of this already. But he’s willing to play. “And how does that look?” --- or joe gets a vibe check from the universe.

to know those among us 

“Mommy, angel! Angel, mommy!” Nicky blinks, putting down the produce he had in his hand. He zeros in on the voice and a little boy staring up at him, jaw dropped and staring, his eyes wide and curious. Then he looks up to find a woman, blushing red, looking absolutely mortified. Even with her darker tone, the flush is clear, making her glow. She looks ready to run, so Nicky just gives her a smile, and then crouches in front of the child, before looking around, humming curiously. “Where, little one?” he asks, putting his hands over his eyes as he continues his search. “Where is the angel?” he asks, and the little boy giggles. It’s a beautiful sound amongst the low bustle of the early farmer’s market. --- or nicky gets mistaken for an angel by a child, so he tells them about real ones

in parts, i fall, i love

Joe needs to finish this portfolio if he wants something to propose to the showcase. And he does. He really does. But someone just sat at his table because the coffee shop is so busy, and their profile is gorgeous, and yep, he’s definitely trashed the outline again because this man is definitely going to be a part of it. “Is there something on my face?” he hears, and Joe pauses. Shit. Joe breathes out so heavily that his glasses fog up, and he looks up to find the man giving him a hint of a smile, tilting his head slightly to the side. “You’re staring,” the man states and honestly, yeah, Joe is. “I’m not.” Idiot. --- or joe is an artist, and he falls in love. and nicky is along for the ride.

with your hands, your whispers 

Come on love, that’s it.” “I can’t, Yusuf, please.” He’s gasping, breathless. His Yusuf always leaves him so breathless. It’s too much. And of course, Yusuf knows that it’s too much. He knows exactly what Nicky needs, and what makes him overflow, and it seems like his adoring heart wants him to spill over, again and again in every sense of the word. *** or a take on what nicolo and yusuf were doing before booker and andy got to the hotel in marrakesh

let’s right, these wrongs, together (see accompanying edit here)

If he concentrates hard enough, he can still smell Yusuf on the scarf, and it brings immediate tears to his eyes. Because it’s only been nearly a year, and he’s yearned for the man for longer, way before they got together. And even with all the odds, with all the numbers combined, Nicky doesn’t believe that there’ll be enough time that can pass to heal the pain that’s clawing on his chest at that moment. That has been since Yusuf said it was over.   Nile’s legs move from his lap, and suddenly there are arms around him, pulling him close and Nicky closes his eyes, pressing his face on Nile’s neck. “You’re allowed to hurt as long as you have to, Nicky,” Nile says to him, and it’s so, so kind. “You can tell me as much or as little as you can. I didn’t mean to push.” Nicky sniffles. “I still love him,” he croaks out, like it needed to be heard, like his desperation is a call out for his heart. His heart that let him go, that told him that it’s over. *** or the one where Nicky is housemates with Nile after Yusuf breaks up with him. And when he finally opens up about it, Nicky realizes that his current predicament was brought on by misunderstandings and good intentions with ill results. But it’s too late. It’s been nearly a year; it doesn’t matter now. Right? Not if your housemate is Nile Freeman.

hand-shaped bruise (see accompanying edit here)

Prince Nicolò spends most of his days alone. He lives with no one, after all, ever since his parents died. Ever since he was killed by Sr. Merrick and Lady Kozak, his screams ringing out throughout the night until his final breath, only to show up the next day at the farmer’s market. *** or my halloween take on our beloved characters.

BOOKER x COPLEY

when time dictates love 

"So not ugly,” Sebastien says, and Aidan looks at Mr. Copley, who just shrugs, smiling. “He is insufferable. Does he know this?” he says, and the man just smiles, both of them ignoring how Sebastien says ‘hey!’. “He does,” Mr. Copley whispers, and he says, and Sebastien’s fingers intertwine with his atop his knee, and Aidan looks away. “But you like him anyway,” he says instead. Mr. Copley chuckles, and he leans to press a kiss on Sebastien’s forehead, who’s no longer laughing. “Yes, but I like him anyway.” --- or a home-care worker witnesses Booker and Copley’s last year together, as time catches up on them

MULTIPLE RELATIONSHIPS

there is no timeline when it comes to this (Booker x Copley; Joe x Nicky - also featuring Joe & Booker bffs and Nicky really giving a damn about Booker)

“I’m happy for you, Yusuf,” Booker says, because he means it despite the ache, and Joe smiles, nodding, and he’s smiling in a way that makes his heart hurt even more. “We love you, Booker,” Joe says because he’s just that person, before driving off as Booker makes his way up to his apartment, steps feeling like lead. He makes the point to check the mail, and he’s not even sure why. He’s never checked mail before, Joe usually did. Booker pauses then, looking at the different ads he pulled out of the box after twisting the key. So many changes already. When he finally gets to his unit, he finds someone standing at the door. They turn when he pauses, and greets him with a smile. “Hello Booker,” James Copley says, giving him a two-finger salute. “You haven’t aged a day.” *** or where Booker’s best friend Yusuf moves out to be with his Nicolo, and he makes the choice to live alone for the first time in years. Booker tells himself he’ll be fine, tells everyone that he’ll be fine, even though the weight in his chest tells him otherwise. but he really has no choice. this is his life now. then James Copley comes home.

OTHER SHIPS & FRIENDSHIPS & NO SHIPS

little things, for the heart (Nile and Joe)

“Are you…baking bread?” Joe looks up at her then, and Nile snorts, walking over to the counter and reaching up to tug on the man’s stray curls, dark tight ringlets dusted with white flour. “Maybe,” Joe says, in a sing-song tone. *** or Nile takes a lesson she learned from her mother and applies it to her new life.

OTHER SERIES

THE NILE FREEMAN COLLECTION (Written for Nile Freeman Week 2020)

nile + love or where Nile meets another queen 

nile + sadness or where Nile keeps it real with Booker

nile + alone time or where Nile gets of ice cream and thinks of dying

nile + comfort or where Nile makes Joe feel better, the best way she knows how

MY LOVE, WE STILL HAVE MUCH TO LEARN (Post-Canon Take)

do not let me awake alone (Nicky x Joe)

After Booker’s betrayal, Joe is angry and Nicky suffers through the fallout. And for the the first time in a long time, Nicky understands what it's like to be alone in his grief.And something inside him breaks.

my love for him kills any anger (Nicky x Joe; Joe & Andy)

A month later, Andy finds out that Nicky is talking to Booker.But it doesn’t mean that Joe forgives him. Far from it. They've been through so much for him to just let it go.

a blessing from above (Nile & Nicky; Nile & Joe; Nicky x Joe) 

Nile gets used to a few things, three months into her new life. But the one thing that wracks her brain the most is how they deal with loss and suffering.Thankfully, she has a lifetime to figure it out. Because they’re family, and she wants to help them. At least, start them on the right path. They are grown people, after all. Because her Mama raised her right.

[anarchiii]

World’s apart-8 —ACOTAR x TOG AU

Part eight | warnings: angst, Dorian. . . | Azriel x Celaena Sardothien

Summary; Pain and suffering one after the other, Azriel decides that maybe he’s not meant for this world, but maybe he is meant for another…

Note: this is an AU it’s not in the books.

Disclaimer; Nehemia doesn’t exist in this world, okay?

Masterlist / Series Masterlist

Celaena’s POV

The only sounds were the dripping of melting ice from the remnants of winter, spring finally making an appearance, and the sounds of pages flipping accompanied by the soft snoring of Fleetfoot beneath her feet.

Her eyes burned from hours of scanning books, now, she just saw the words not really reading them, “we should take a break, we’ve been at this for hours.” Azriel said from where he was lounging next to her. Those mysterious glasses resting on the bridge of his nose, one of those lovely scarred hands of his held the Walking Dead, the book appearing in their room late on night, his other hand rubbing her sock covered feet from where she had carelessly put them on his lap. Celaena made a contemplative sound in response. Putting down the book she was scanning and getting off the bed, not noticing how Azriel’s hands had tightened on her feet as if he hadn’t wanted to let them go before he eventually did.

Celaena let out a comical yawn and stretched her arms out wide, the male behind her watching her move, although his gaze could be unnerving sometimes, it was also comforting, it was nice to know someone was watching her back. Something a friend would do.

And the Gods knew she could use a friend, even if Azriel wasn’t around long, his company was still nice.

Celaena was nearly out the door, walking past Dorian, when Azriel grabbed her hand, forcing her to turn around, she practically fast-planted into his chest but looked up at him anyway. Finding his piercing gaze on her once more. She couldn’t describe the way he looked at her, there were so many emotions swimming around in those pools of whiskey, he looked at her in a way no one had before, not even her own parents. He looked at her as if he saw her. Saw her and was not afraid. . .

He cleared his throat, his grip still tight but not painful, his scars touching her own, “you forget shoes—and a jumper,” he said, his voice clear. “Right. Of course,” she said, still looking at him.

Both of them stood there, watching eachother intently, breaths mingling from how close they were to one another, Celaena’s gaze flickered from his lovely eyes to his lips, and wondering how they would feel against hers.

It was complete silence for a few minutes before another throat was cleared, this time coming from the couch, Dorian, they both whipped their heads to the prince, finding him rapidly blinking and smiling slightly, “am I interrupting something? If so, I can be quiet, ” He said. His voice gravely from lack of water. Celaena pulled away from Azriel and picked up a glass of water that had been sitting on a small table and handed it to Dorian, sitting down next to him as he drank deeply from the glass.

“How are you feeling?” She said after an uncomfortable few minutes of silence, the prince put down the glance and turned to face her, she winced slightly at his expression, “I’ve been better, but not bad. Honestly. It was nice to get to sleep in. Though, I have to ask, how did no one find out where or why I was gone for what. . . Two days—” “three, three days,” Azriel cut in. Dorian looked to the male finally. Frowning deeply at him before turning back to her.

“Uh,” shit, how had she kept everyone from asking questions? That hadn’t even crossed her mind, not good, Celaena would have to look into that. Later.

She gave her friend—or whatever she called him—her fakest smile, watching as he huffed, clearly pleased, she knew without looking that Azriel saw straight through that smile. “I have my ways.” She said simply, getting up from the couch and groaning as her knees ached, her knees had never been good. But they had gotten especially worse in the past few months. She’d simply chalked it up to the weather.

She walked out of the room, leaving them in there alone, she needed a break from this and even though Celaena’s walk had been interrupted, that didn’t mean she couldn’t do something to take her mind off things, bath it was, she turned the tap on and watched patiently as the water poured into the tub. Steam rising up to meet her face.

She put a variety of soaps and scented things in the bath before getting it, instantly calming at the heat, hot things had always had a way of doing that, Arobynn had wanted to see how much heat I could handle, faint burn marks on her arms as proof of his curiosity, Celaena swished around the water. Watching the water flow over and around her skin. It felt cleansing almost.

If she could even be cleansed, that is.

The knocking on the bathroom door pulled her out of her thoughts, “come in,” she said, not looking at who it was, hopefully it wasn’t Dorian, because it would end up with him in this bath with her. Whether she wanted him in with her or not. She had not a clue what that man saw in her, then again, he could fall for a pebble and be okay with it, he probably was.

She heard the door open and someone walk in, their footsteps near silent, Azriel then, Chaol didn’t possess the gift of silence.

A sharp inhale of air made her turn around to find Azriel staring at her, no, not her, her back.

-

Azriel’s POV

He couldn’t stop staring at her back, it was brutalised, he wasn’t disgusted by it, Cauldron no, he was furious. Furious that someone had done that to her. When he found the person that did this to her. . .

“You’re staring,” Celaena said blankly, there was fear in her eyes, fear that she would be judged, he knew that feeling all too well. “Who did this to you?” Azriel asked quitely. Not straying from the skin, it looked like whip marks, he only knew that because he had inflicted them before, he still heard the cracking when he slept—or tried to—“I was. . . I was a slave, in Endovier, a salt mine. When I stopped or didn’t exceed in my job the Overseer would use his whip. He would sometimes use it even when I had behaved.”

There was red hot anger coursing through Azriel as he thought of all the ways he could repay that Overseer— “he’s dead,” she said, reading his thoughts, “since he gave me a metal tipped whip for my eighteenth birthday, I gave him a picaxe in the stomach for his.” He blinked at the calm fury so blatant on her face, “good girl,” he said, a slight smile on his face, she didn’t return it, simply turning around again.

Sensing that she wasn’t in the mood for talking, he left, heading for their bed.

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Azriel was reading when Celaena finally came out of the bathroom, her hair dripping wet, with only a towel wrapped around her, she crawled into bed, turning her back on him, perhaps he had asked too much about her past. If she had been in Endovier when she was eighteen then it had only been a year since. It had taken Azriel centuries to even be able to look at his hands, how could he expect her to open up so soon?

He blew out the candle and laid down, he stared up at the ceiling for a while, perhaps a few hours, it wasn’t until he felt her shivering that he strayed from his thoughts, Celaena pulled the blankets tighter around herself but still shook, he had a feeling the cold she was experiencing was not from the temperature, a different sort of cold. A wicked sort.

Before he knew what he was doing, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer, his chest meeting her back, he held her tighter until the shivering stopped, but when he went to let go, he found she would not let go, instead moving as close to Azriel as she could, and he could’ve sworn a smile bloomed on her face when he didn’t stop her.

The End.

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