#patrick lorden

[queer-book-character-tournament]

Characters, book, and author names under the cut

Ayla/Crier - Crier's War by Nina Varela 

Catalina Alvarez/Laila Dermott - The Sunshine Court by Nora Sakavic 

Dorian/Milo - Three Meant To Be by M.N. Bennet

Simon Torquill/Patrick Lorden/Dianda Lorden - October Daye series by Seanan McGuire

[linovadraws]

In a state of perpetual brain rot about the undersea trio from the Toby Daye series at all times! AT ALL TIMES!

Edit: Haha, I uploaded the wrong file initially, so now Simon has the right chin.

[magiccarpetman]

This is my propaganda for Simon/Patrick/Dianda in the canon polycule showdown hosted by @powerpolyculeshowdown. You can nominate them in the google form in the linked post.

Beware! Below the cut are spoilers for the later books in the October Daye series.

Who are they?

A reformed villain, a violent mermaid, and the man who loves them both. Here is their wedding scene; it’s beautiful.

Simon Torquill starts the series off as a villain. In the first chapter of the first book, he turns the protagonist into a fish. She gets better, but not before losing fourteen years of her life. From there, he’s something of a personal boogeyman for her.

Then, in a later book, we learn a piece of information that recontextualizes everything: in an attempt to save his missing daughter, Simon had essentially sold his soul to a being so powerful he literally couldn’t say no to her. Turning the protagonist into a fish had been his way of following orders without killing her. We also learn that he is legally the protagonist’s father. It’s complicated.

Dianda and Patrick Lorden begin the series happily married, with two children. Dianda is essentially a mermaid, and she was raised in the warlike Undersea culture. As a result, she’s more inclined to throwing punches than diplomacy. Patrick balances her well, though he doesn’t shy away from violence if his family needs protecting. Theirs is basically an interspecies marriage, so they’ve faced a fair amount of social consequences, including estrangement from their families. But Patrick and Dianda are in love.

In a later book, we learn that it was thanks to Simon that Patrick and Dianda’s marriage was able to take place. He and Patrick were childhood friends, and when the being he would later come to serve attempted to prevent the marriage, Simon interceded at great personal risk.

At the culmination of Simon’s redemption arc, he publicly and dramatically divorces his wife, marrying Patrick and Dianda immediately afterward. Dianda admits that she does not yet have feelings for Simon, but she cares for him deeply and believes that love can grow between them. And Simon and Patrick have loved each other all along.

[johnconstantinesdick]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: October Daye Series - Seanan McGuire Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Patrick Lorden/Simon Lorden | Simon Torquill, October "Toby" Daye & Simon Lorden | Simon Torquill, August Lorden | August Torquill & Simon Lorden | Simon Torquill, October "Toby" Daye & August Lorden | August Torquill, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: October "Toby" Daye, Simon Lorden | Simon Torquill, Patrick Lorden, August Lorden | August Torquill Additional Tags: Abusive Relationships, Magical Gaslighting, Emotional Infidelity, Character Study, Titania's World (October Daye), Written Before Sleep No More Summary:

Simon endures, August runs, and Toby dreams.

The Duke Riordan wishes to save them all.

OR

The hot widower Patrick AU that I've been talking about for a year.

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Can’t read SNM until tomorrow night but I NEEDED to get this up before the release.

[theunsinkablesappho]

Simon: It's frozen water. Patrick: They call it ice and it's gonna change the world.

[yinza]

Patrick, Dianda, and Simon in that draw your OT3 meme!

[Image Description: Digital artwork based on a series of screenshots from the show Elite, but featuring Patrick, Dianda, and Simon from the October Daye series. Patrick is depicted as light-skinned with short brown hair with teal highlights, and wears a a dark blue neck kerchief over a light blue sweatshirt. Dianda is brown-skinned with chin-length black hair and wears a turquoise scale dress. Simon is pale and freckled with chin-length wavy red hair and gold eyes, and wears a floral maroon vest over a white shirt.

In the first panel, Dianda is kissing Patrick, while Simon watches with a grin. In the second panel, Dianda has turned to kiss Simon while Patrick grins at the viewer. In the last panel, Patrick and Simon are kissing while Dianda flips off the viewer with a slight smirk. /end ID]

[marzipanandminutiae]

As a Bostonian, I have so many Thoughts about how the kingdom (?) of Tremont might work in the Toby Daye series

[magicofthepen]

october daye tag directory

note: includes spoilers

heads up that the characters i am most fixated on in the toby series are the luidaeg, elizabeth ryan, and captain pete, with significant focus on aldridge and diva ryan too. many toby characters and relationship dynamics show up on this blog, but this is a disproportionately undersea-centric (and selkie/roane-centric) space! 😄

october daye (overall series tag)

october daye relationship tags (platonic): the luidaeg & toby | the luidaeg & captain pete | the luidaeg & quentin | liz & aldridge | the luidaeg & blind michael | quentin & toby | simon & toby | may & toby | sylvester & toby | dianda & toby | arden & toby | august & simon | august & peter

october daye relationship tags (romantic): liz/annie, dianda/patrick/simon, dianda/patrick, simon/patrick, dianda/simon, toby/tybalt, dean/quentin

october daye character tags: the luidaeg | elizabeth ryan | captain pete | aldridge | diva ryan | toby daye | quentin sollys | simon torquill | tybalt | dianda lorden | patrick lorden | may daye | august torquill | sylvester torquill | chelsea ames | raj | dean lorden | peter lorden | walther davies | cassandra brown | arden windermere | stacy brown | marcia | april o’leary | janet carter | amandine | titania | madden

the elspeth ryan universes (AU fic series written with @presidentromana in which Liz and the Luidaeg have a kid):

broken oaths and distant shores (tag for the verse where the Luidaeg steals Elspeth at birth and she’s raised by Pete)

elsie ryan tag

[elissastillstands]

HOUSE LORDEN - Toby Daye Fancasts [9/9]

If you feel a war is so warranted that it can’t be avoided, carry real arrows. Pay for your convictions. We do things differently below the waves. When the Undersea goes to war, the seas bleed. (Adapted from Once Broken Faith, Seanan McGuire)

Featuring Hannah John-Kamen as Duchess Dianda Lorden of Saltmist, Sterling Sulieman as Patrick Twycross-Lorden, Devon Terrell as Dean Lorden, and Jaeden Noel as Peter Lorden. With images from Killjoys, Still Star-Crossed, Cursed, Once Upon a Time, Black Sails, and Splash; all other photographs from Unsplash. 

[simonlorden]

it said “draw something that makes you happy” so I drew my October Daye ot3

disclaimer #1: no, Simon doesn’t have vampire fangs or a weird moustache, i just messed up his neck

disclaimer #2: I had a time limit and limited color options

@seananmcguire

[tanoraqui]

Titania! Descended! Power! Couple!

[queer-book-character-tournament]

Characters, book, and author names under the cut

Nick Nelson/Charlie Spring - Heartstopper by Alice Oseman 

Simon Torquill/Patrick Lorden/Dianda Lorden - October Daye series by Seanan McGuire

[seawitchkaraoke]

Looking fetching

Ao3 link in the notes, spoilers for A Killing Frost.

Simon hadn't meant to lie to October, not really. It's just that it hadn't seemed important and by the time Acacia asked if he was Sylvester's fetch, he didn't want to interrupt their search for his daughter with long explanations, which would undoubtedly have been needed, had he answered "yes".

And it hadn’t truly been a lie. He had never once described Eira as "his" firstborn, merely the Daoine Sidhe firstborn and when he told Acacia he was Sylvester's brother, it was true. October would understand that, she called the Lady May her sister as well after all.

So yes, he had excuses and he hadn't technically lied and surely October would understand. It had been drilled into him never to tell anyone his true nature after all, he had long since learned to mirror the magic of the Daoine Sidhe as much as possible and if he was better with transformations than he had any right to be, well, he was simply talented.

And yet.

And yet when October said, again, that it wasn't his fault, he couldn't have resisted Eira, her being his firstborn after all, and Dianda and Patrick, his Patrick, who he had never told, were right there.... He knew it didn't matter. If he wanted a chance at redemption, he had to be honest.

So.

"She isn't my firstborn"

Silence. Dianda and Patrick stared at him. So did October and supposedly Tybalt, though the king of cats wasn't in his line of sight.

"what do you mean? You know she's the Daoine Sidhe firstborn, you said so yourself?" October sounded like she was contemplating dragging him back to the sea witch to fix him, since he had clearly lost his mind.

Well. Better explain then.

"Yes, she is the Daoine Sidhe firstborn. She is my brother's firstborn and my father's firstborn, but she isn't my firstborn"

Deep breath. This wouldn't make them hate him any more. Probably.

"I don't know who my firstborn is, but I know it is not her. I- I am not Daoine Sidhe”

He took another breath. Best to just say it, “I am a fetch. Sylvester's fetch, though you could have guessed that I suppose. I'm sorry I didn't tell you, it never seemed like the right time and my parents taught me never to tell anyone and I didn't-"

He was babbling, he knew. Somehow, he couldn't stop. He was still holding Patrick's hands, but he couldn't bring himself to look at him, why had he never told him in all the years they had known each other? October might forgive him; she had forgiven worse and they had not, in truth, known one another long but Patrick? Patrick be should have told ages ago

"I'm sorry I misled you, truly, I understand if this changes things, there's really no excuse, I should have told you centuries ago-"

"Simon"

That stopped him. Patrick didn't sound angry, but he didn't exactly sound happy either, and Patrick rarely sounded angry even when he was and-

"Simon, please, look at me"

He couldn't disobey that voice, so soft and insistent and unbearably calm. So, he lifted his head, slowly, and looked into Patrick's eyes, expecting anger or disappointment or betrayal.

All he found was love.

"I never loved you for your species you know?" Patrick smiled wryly "of course I would have preferred it if you had told me - and you really should have - but if I can forgive you turning my son into a tree-"

Simon winced, glancing towards Dean who was a little way away, talking quietly to Quentin "I really am sorry about that"

"as I said, if I can forgive that, I can forgive you not telling me about being a fetch - and sweet Oberon, if I didn't know you so well I'd think you were playing a joke, HOW can you possibly be a fetch?

"yes!" October had finally found her voice "HOW are you a fetch? Shouldn't I have seen that in your memories? Shouldn't Sylvester, you know, be dead?"

"I'd like to know that as well" Tybalt spoke, now, seemingly calm "I've known you an exceedingly long time, and you never showed any indication of being your brother’s death omen"

Simon was about to answer, when Dianda, suddenly snorted.

And then laughed.

And then kept laughing.

And then lost control of her legs and landed on the beach on her long shimmering tail.

“Um”, said Simon, intelligently “are you alright?”

Dianda tried to answer but couldn’t – she was still laughing too hard – so she held a hand up signalling them to give her a minute.

After several minutes, that they all spent staring at Dianda and that Dianda spent trying to calm herself down, only to look up at Simon and lose it all over again, she managed but kept her eyes resolutely away from him.

“of course, you are a fetch”, she said, “why not? I don’t even need an explanation, this is Faerie, this might as well happen”

“….well I’d still truly appreciate an explanation if it is of no inconvenience to you”, said Tybalt.

“okay okay, yes, so. Um.”, Simon stuttered, not really knowing where to begin, “so. You know where fetches come from, right?”

“Yes”, said Tybalt and Toby. “No”, said Patrick and Dianda. They stared at each other.

“Hey, it wasn’t my secret to share!”, Toby held her hands up, warding off Dianda’s stare and taking a step away from her tail – as if that would really save her.

“Alright”, Simon pinched the bridge of his nose, “as far as I know we come from nighthaunts who drink living blood… does that match what your Lady Fetch told you, October?”

“Err, yes but what do you mean ‘as far as you know’? Don’t you remember? Because May remembers, it’s really useful sometimes but also kinda creepy”

“No, I don’t remember…. I didn’t even know I was a fetch for a while. I appeared when Sylvester was still very young – I believe there was an assassination attempt, my father killed the assailant but some of my brother’s blood must have gotten mixed in his - and so his… my… our parents changed my memory and adopted me. Don’t ask how or why they did this; I could only speculate. Possibly they believed that if I could not remember being a death omen that Sylvester would survive”

Toby interrupted at that “but wouldn’t you have noticed? Didn’t your appearance change to match his or you could feel danger and all those…”, she waved her hand, “funky fetch powers?”

Simon sighed, “maybe if I had been older, yes, but I was very young at the time. The only memories I had were Sylvester’s, which I imagined to be my own, and he was just a few years old, only a toddler.”

Toby frowned “okay, never mind that imagining you two as toddlers is just weird, but wouldn’t you have realized as you grew up?”

“I would have yes. I did, in fact, but not in the way you appear to imagine. You know we grew up with your mother –“

Toby nodded, a frown on her face.

“- well. One day we were playing and Sylvester… he fell. He fell and he hit his head and he didn’t get up. My sister and I didn’t know what to do, she ran for our parents and I…”

“you faded.” Toby spoke up again, realization on her face, “you faded, and my mother told you to stop. But… but how did she save Sylvester? She saved me from elfshot by changing my blood, but she couldn’t have done that to him”

“She did not, no. But she- She was only a child but she grabbed the nearest rose and drove the thorns into her skin and when that did not make her bleed as much as she desired, she grabbed more roses and then she grabbed my knife that I used to make little wooden figures and she… she bled. She bled a lot. I don’t know what she did or how it could have been possible, but Sylvester woke and the nighthaunts didn’t come to call either of us home and when my parents arrived they found a lot of blood but no dead child.” He took a breath, “If I did not already love your mother, I think this may have been when I fell. She was so sure and so beautiful and so fearless, and she saved my brother, one of the most important people in my world”, he grew quiet, “at the time, at least”

They took a moment to digest that. Then Patrick, dear Patrick spoke up “that may have been the only selfless thing Amandine ever did. I’m glad she saved you, and him, for your sake, but Sylvester never deserved you”

Simon sighed, “he was a child, Patrick, dearest. We all were. There was no resentment yet in those days, no mistakes that couldn’t be taken back, just four children”, he glanced at Tybalt, “four children and a prince of cats who seemed to appear at random intervals”, he tried to pour amusement into his voice. The others simply stared at him, clearly not impressed by his attempts at joking.

“Be that as it may” Tybalt drawled, clearly unembarrassed by Simon’s mention of him, “pray, continue with your recounting. After this event, did your parents tell you what you were?”

Simon nodded, “they did. They didn’t have much of a choice. Perhaps they could have claimed that the fading of the one when the other died was normal for twins – they are exceedingly rare in Faerie after all – but I would have questioned why my magic was different or perhaps met some other pair of twins eventually. I suppose they deemed it wiser to tell me, so I could learn how to hide as a Daoine Sidhe as best as possible”

“but your magic!”, October burst out, “you can do blood magic and I’ve never seen May do that! I don’t understand”

“Have you ever seen her attempt blood magic, October?”, he asked, but before she could answer, he shook his head and continued, “but no, you are quite right. I am not very good at blood magic. I can do some – just as you are capable of illusions despite having neither flower nor water magic at your disposal – but I am not good. I am however decent at alchemy which can achieve many of the same results. True, I vastly prefer having some time to make a potion out of blood but once I have done so, no one ever questions whether or not what I am doing is truly the result of blood magic as such. I look and act Daoine Sidhe after all and who has ever heard of a fetch existing long enough to learn deception?”

“And you are, as we have seen, surprisingly adept at transformations”, Patrick mused. Simon winced again and glanced towards Dean – still walking along the beach with Quentin – but Patrick did not sound angry, “really I should have seen it ages ago. You never did show me all that much blood magic, but you transformed scraps into new suits on a far too regular basis, when the old one would truly still have served me fine”, he was smiling now and finally Simon allowed his shoulders to sag. Patrick really had forgiven him for the deception.

“you never did learn how to properly dress yourself”, he sighed but was smiling too now, comfortable in the centuries old banter.

“Well, that’s why I married a mermaid”, he grinned, “clothing is really rather optional down there. What’s the point, truly, if it will only get wet?”

Toby exclaimed in protest that when she had been in the undersea, everyone had been clothed, Dianda laughed and backed her husband up that no, it was true, they barely knew what clothes were in her realm, and Simon allowed himself to breathe.

He didn’t know what was to happen to him next. He assumed he would be sent to sleep for a hundred years and he truly could not say he did not deserve that and worse. But at least he could do so, knowing that no more deceptions stood between him and the people he loved so dearly.

[sockich]

It seemed like the biggest thing in the world, but it only took a moment to lean over and wrap my arms around Simon’s shoulders, squeezing him as closely as I could. He froze immediately, fingers tightening on the fragile stem of his wine glass, which Patrick leaned over and plucked out of his hand without comment. I held on. After a long, frozen moment, Simon raised his hand and set it against my forearm, fingers curved to cup my skin, not quite tight enough to hold me in place. “I’m never going to give up my human father,” I said. “But he’s gone and you’re here, and while we have a lot of ground to make up and a lot of learning about each other to do, I’m glad you’re here. I’m glad we’ll have that chance.” “That’s all I ever wanted you to say,” he said, sounding slightly choked up. I blinked. Across the narrow space we’d made between us, Patrick caught my eye and mouthed ‘Thank you,’ with exaggerated precision. I blinked again, and let Simon go. “No, I don’t accept that,” I said, focusing on Patrick. It was his turn to blink and look bewildered. “Faerie doesn’t seem to have the concept of stepparents where changelings are concerned; either we have two fae parents with legal rights in Faerie or we don’t. I always thought I didn’t, and then for a little while, I did, and now I don’t again. And that’s okay. I kept the parent I wanted and got away from the one who wasn’t good for me. By definition, that means I decided Simon was good for me, and if he’s good for me, he’s family, and there are no debts between family.” I turned my attention to Simon, who looked stricken. “Debts between family were how Amandine liked to do things, as if I owed her something for doing the bare minimum to keep me alive when I was a child, and owed her more for mostly leaving me alone as an adult. She wanted credit for what I did right and absolution for what I did wrong. ‘Thank you’ implies a debt. I don’t want any more debts.” Simon blinked again, cheeks pale. Patrick looked pleased, moving to put his hands on his husband’s shoulders. Then, without fanfare, Simon burst into tears. They were quiet tears, almost dignified, as befit a member of the Daoine Sidhe, and I had the thought—as I always did when I saw one of them cry—that it wasn’t remotely fair that they could be so pretty when they cried. My eyes got red and my nose ran when I cried. The Daoine Sidhe just wept crystal tears that didn’t make them look silly or congested or anything. “I’m sorry,” I said, backing up, until I was just shy of bumping into Galen and Tybalt. I glanced at them, looking for reassurance before this turned into some sort of scene and I had to explain why this was perfectly normal, perfectly fine, the bride always made her father cry at her wedding reception. Why couldn’t we have gone with something normal, like the electric slide? At least that was something I would have known how to deal with. “Don’t be,” said Patrick firmly. “I know you were probably expecting some things that aren’t generally done at pureblood weddings, like gifts on your actual wedding day, instead of arriving at your house over the next few weeks, but this is the greatest gift you could have given your father. Accepting him and his role in your life.”

And With Reveling (October Daye short story) by Seanan McGuire

[theyhaveacavetroll]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: October Daye Series - Seanan McGuire Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dianda Lorden/Patrick Lorden/Simon Torquill Characters: Simon Torquill, Patrick Lorden, Dianda Lorden Additional Tags: Post-Canon Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Canon Compliant, A Killing Frost spoilers - Freeform, Patrick Lorden deserves a break, his wife has been elfshot, his sons have been kidnapped, his husband has been elfshot and then lost his way home, and that's all within the last five years, so this is me attempting to give him snuggles, instead of struggles Summary:

It’s the sound of Patrick’s muffled gasp that wakes Simon more than anything.

“Patrick?” he asks, sitting up, and Patrick takes a deep breath.

Simon is far from alone in being traumatized by the past century.

[johnconstantinesdick]

Alright I’m on my audiobook listen of A Killing Frost and I’m kind of confused—Simon definitely talked about Patrick and seemed to know he and Dianda were alive back in The Brightest Fell, so why the hell does it seem like Toby is assuming he’s thought Patrick was dead the whole time rather than this being an affect of the spell???

(““Wait,” I said. “Patrick?”

“Yes. Baron of Twycross, although he set that title aside when he married a mermaid. I believe he’s Patrick Lorden now.”

A memory flashed by, of Patrick standing in Arden’s knowe, ordering Sylvester never to say Simon’s name again: calling himself “more a brother to him than you ever tried to be.” I’d been distracted with murders and a major political conclave at the time, but . . . “Patrick Lorden is your friend.” It wasn’t really a question, more a statement waiting to be confirmed.

Simon chuckled wryly. “He may not be anymore, given everything that’s happened. But once, he was the dearest person to me in all the world, outside of my own family.”” —The Brightest Fell, Chapter 9

““Lilac pushed away from Simon, wiping her eyes. “He used to always come, and then he never came, and we thought—I thought—he had died. And if he was dead, who would tell Patrick where we were? Who would tell him we were all right?”

“Patrick’s fine,” I told her. “I’m sure he’ll be pleased to hear that you’re all doing so well. But Simon and I need to go, and we need to take my squire with me.” If Quentin was awake by now, he was probably going to be pissed about the fact that I hadn’t ”” —The Brightest Fell, Chapter 11)