#wip: birthright

[sentfromwolves]

thank you for the tag @pinespittinink ; 0 ; I just finished EAE Draft 2 and now I’m just kind of floating around in a haze so these won’t technically be my last lines but some that are very near to the end of this draft! ;;;; 

“Do you trust me?” I ask him. 

He smiles gently. 

“With my life,” he says. 

So I draw him further into the ocean until we are floating together, until there is nowhere for us to go but under. I kiss him once more just to feel the lightning of his magic swirl in my lungs, to feel how his breath warms against mine. And then I pull us beneath the lip of the waves, silver light blooming all around our bodies on the gentle current, illuminating the impossible beneath us.

This time when we fall, we fall together, through the ocean to the sky.

tagging: @pinespittinink (reverse uno!!!) @awritingcaitlin @mjjune @ryns-ramblings @k--havok @kyofsonder @florraisons @baroquesse @bebewrites 

[froggtogs]

shapey legend doodles (maybe wip? idk)

[astronomicalunit32]

Idk if there's many people still in the fe fates fandom, but question for the leokumi people: has anyone done a retelling of romeo and juliet with them yet? if not... why haven't we?

[thisghosts-obsessions-again]

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On the subject of young adults returning to their hometown to face untold horrors, here's another set of IF OCs and my sad attempt to replicate this piece.

From bottom left to top right: Laurel Liang (Birthright), Morgan Martinez (The Fog Knows Your Name), Kimberly "Kim" Montoya (Mirror Mine) and Valerie Rivera (The Fernweh Saga)

[flowerprose]

N A M E S A K E 🌷💀🏛️

for nanowrimo 2023

with my fourth rewrite officially started, it was time for an updated wip intro! some settings, conflicts, and character arcs have drastically changed, but we're hauling ass to finish this damn thing.

Genre: Myth retelling

Projected word count: 95,000

🏛️ SUMMARY

a hades and persephone myth retelling in which kore, newly dead, is taken to the underworld to rot as mortals do. when hades discovers she is the godly offspring of his older siblings, he tricks her into eating pomegranate seeds and siphons her abilities into his own domain, unleashing a curse that ultimately causes him to start to decay.

NAMESAKE explores stolen girlhood, death and rebirth, patriarchal structures, grief and atonement, and redeemed villains through lyrical, flowery prose. this novel is ideal for devourers of anne carson's translations, circe by madeline miller, and ardent readers of louise glück.

follow along as demeter receives her deserved redemption arc as her harrowing grief threatens the balance of life and death; kore blooms into persephone, queen of the underworld and polluter of the gaian realm with festering necromancy; and hades uncovers a love for humanity and what it means to have agency in a body robbed of it.

🌷 KORE / PERSEPHONE

flower maiden and queen of the underworld

a deathbound flower maiden lured into the underworld, where the rotten and fiendish welcome her home. as her flower-weaving evolves into necromancy and the routes to gaia emerge for the dead, she soon becomes lost in a world of carnivorous, wrathful summer, harnessed by her mother’s despair that has buried the realm in everlasting mourning.

💀 HADES

receiver of the dead and king of the underworld

a king-deity who's tired of the shadows and seeks to be the nightmare mortals dare not utter. but after succumbing to a vengeful curse that begins his undoing, hades loses his agency and godhood, and learns to survive without all the power and might his birthright afforded him. misanthropic goth king forfeits the body to bed a wife but finds the heart to love one.

🌾 DEMETER

mother earth and goddess of harvest & earth fertility

a mother who grieves a world without her beloved daughter. her disappearance creates a chain of events in which the dead spill into the land of the living while an unrelenting garden sweeps over the mortal plain and threatens to end all life.

nanowrimo ✨ official artwork ✨ writing tag

tag list: @mr-writes, @afoolandathief, @sapphic-story, @megarywrites, @blushroomx, @ozzie-scribe, @theskeletonprior, @muddshadow, @thepixiediaries, @nikkywrites, @bebewrites, @jhellfiregirls, @pinespittinink, @pink-prose-n-wiriters-woe, @phantomnations, @queenslayerbee, @antihell, @monstrousfreedom, @perasperaadastrawriting, @andromedaexists, @thebluesthourcommunity, @fearofahumanplanet, @bloodlessheirbyjacques, @stephwriteswords, @cljordan-imperium, @carminasolis, @kaatiba, @moondust-bard.

[ravenvsfox]

my mom lost track of a fic when ao3 went down yesterday and asked for my help finding it, and it ended up being this 200k wip where the tags are all like #whump #psychological torture #gore #heavy angst

being a pathetic tortured man enjoyer is my birthright 😔 🙏🏻

[jules-writes-stories]

WIP Wednesday

I finally finished my Eris Week fic for Day 3: Healing | Betrayal. It explores so many aspects of Eris’s character that I've been wanting to write: the role he played in Lucien's youth and what happened to sever their relationship, what Eris’s role in Jesminda’s death might have been, and what it looks like to heal from it. Also, how does Eris truly feel about the Band of Exile’s pink couch?

Monster (working title)

Lucien dropped the dagger, his face, hands, and tunic now covered in the blood of his lover and his brother. Russet eyes glowed as they took Eris in. “I hate you. I fucking hate you.” His teeth and the whites of his eyes were so bright, set in contrast with the blood, his gleaming hair, the flames and blown out pupils of his eyes. “I never want to see you again.”

Eris growled. “You can hate me Lucien, but you and I are made of the same matter. You’ll never escape your birthright and the fire that thrums through your veins. We are two blades sharpened on the brutal whetstone that is this court.” 

“No,” Lucien ground out, “I’m nothing like you. You’re a monster.”  Jesminda’s blood had dried to an iron brown on his tunic, spattered like wet earth upon his face. 

No one had explained to Eris that when the heart breaks, it did not feel lighter, as one would imagine. No, it was not like a piece of glass that shattered and scattered to the corners of a room. A heart grew heavy and leaden. It pulled the body down. Breath burned and blood cooled. A heart, when broken, was melted down in the forge of pain and reformed to become dead weight. 

And now it sat, this dead thing in the cage of Eris’s ribs.

Only centuries of court training kept his face impassive and his voice level. “One day Lucien, you will know what it means to be cast as the villain in another’s story. But for now, I will gladly take that role to allow yours to continue.” 

Turning on his heel, Eris walked past the bloodied bodies of the twins, their unseeing brown eyes glazed over, their broken forms sprawled upon the clover of Spring. He would send for them to be collected, would feel something soon.

He crossed back into Autumn, and turned one last time to look over the border. Tamlin was holding Lucien back. His brother, who had once looked at him like he was the sun in his sky, now glared at him with pure hatred. Lucien was right. Eris was a monster made. 

Edit to add: Pls let me know if you’d like a tag for Eris Week!

PS: The real hero is @the-darkestminds who is agreeing to beta my 10k (!) monster saga because she’s a real one.

[slexenskee]

The Continuation of Satoru Supremacy

Am I just going to slot this poor boy into every fandom? Signs are pointing to yes at this point lol. Ok so I've had either a JJK/HOTD and JJK/GOT crossover rumbling around my brain for ages now and its gotten to a boiling point lol. The JJK/GOT would probably be Satoru/Robb Stark and the JJK/HOTD probably Satoru/Aegon II. I have them pretty fleshed out in my head ngl.

THE PROBLEM is that I love his name, Satoru, and it literally makes no sense to have him reincarnate into ASOIAF works and somehow end up with that name, which means I would need to change it, and I don't know wtf to change it to.

Literally grasping at straws rn lol. I lowkey like Soren since it sounds Valyrian enough and also I feel like Satoru would be over the moon about it because he'd share a name with one of his favorite Fire Emblem characters.

Anyway the HOTD one would be a isekai/reincarnation AU with Satoru as Daemon and Rheanyra's surprise brothel baby that Rheanyra had to get shotgun-wedding'd to Leanor for 😅 so yeah Satoru is once again causing chaos and problems for other people just by existing... this time before he was even born! He's also called the Radiant Prince and also still the Honored One because he's basically a god and everyone in HOTD is going to damn well know it.

WIP:

In this life, as in his last, his birth was heralded with reverence and veneration, and wrought with untenable legacy. 

He was the firstborn son of the Realm’s Delight, lovely and fair and every bit as preternaturally beautiful as his mother. He was said to have his grandmother’s Arryn blue eyes, the king’s tousled white curls, his mother’s smile, and the very birthright of his great Valyrian heritage etched into his very existence; from his heavenly features, to his dragon, to the very name bestowed upon him. 

For days on end the whole realm celebrated his birth as a magnificent affair; bells tolled long into the night, nobles spilled from the four corners of Westeros bearing gifts of abundance and splendor, the smallfolk celebrated en masse along the streets of King’s Landing. 

They called him a blessed child, a perfect child, a glorious new heir for the throne. 

Upon his very birth the Princess Rheanys was said to have looked into his heavenly eyes and pronounced him a gift from the gods of old Valyria. Those same eyes, a precious, celestial blue resembling the late Queen Aemma, were said to have reduced his grandfather the King to tears from the moment he opened them. Lord Velaryon had named them a mark of the gods’ favor; such a curious, mystifying color, never settling no matter the lighting, as mercurial as a tempest sea. 

Just the mere sight of such a marvelous child, a mortal so obviously marked by the gods, so destined for greatness, could easily quell the rumors beginning long before his birth. 

Such derelict hearsay would never grace the ears of such a divine prince, of course. But he heard it anyway.

They rushed the wedding, they said. 

The princess was meant to start her royal procession to select her prince consort, but instead was married to the Velaryon heir within a moon’s turn. (The King had to appease the Velaryon’s somehow, after the way he snubbed their pure Valyrian heiress for his Hightower bride.)

The babe came early— so suspiciously early. (The Princess Rheanyra was so young, of course she would have difficulty carrying to term. Didn’t you see him? The babe was born so small!)

And he looks every bit a Targaryen, not a speck of Velaryon to be seen on him. (But of course the blood of Aegon the Conqueror would run strong within the royal line— and the Princess Rheanys is his paternal grandmother, such features run on both sides. Why, look at Queen Alicent's children! Do they look Hightower to you?) 

The Rogue Prince dotes on him, shockingly so. He perhaps even reconciled with his brother just to remain near the young prince. (The Rogue Prince has always remained stoutly devoted to his family, no matter his unsavory reputation, his loyalty to the throne is unquestioned. That he is just as devoted to his brother’s heir as he is to his brother is merely filial piety.) 

No matter the rumors swirling around him, it only took a single glance from his blessed blue eyes to halt the whispers in their tracks. 

His divine beauty and grace, his mystical eyes, his magnificent dragon— such pedestrian slander seemed silly and absurd in the face of them. 

To question the legitimacy of the Radiant Prince, the Honored One… no mere mortal could possibly be capable of uttering such blasphemy. 

[novaksupremacy]

The Veiled Law of Affection Chapter Master List

This fic is basically my idea of how the relationships between our holy trinity (Casey, Liv, Alex) who were clearly written gay and then just left buried in subtext and scene chemistry would have looked if done properly (and written for cable😉) so most chapters will revolve around actually episodes until after S19E19 "Sunk Cost Fallacy" So please enjoy the inner workings of my ridiculous brain, I will try to stick as close to source material and character as I can <3

Chapter 1 - The events surrounding S5E5 "Serendipity"

Chapter 2- The events surrounding S5E8 "Abomination"

Chapter 3- The events surrounding S5E11 "Escape"

Chapter 4- The events surrounding S5E17 "Mean"

Chapter 5- The events surrounding S5E20 "Lowdown"

Chapter 6- The events surrounding S5E24 "Poison"

Chapter 7- The events surrounding S6E1 "Birthright"

Chapter 8- The events surrounding S6E6 "Conscience"

Chapter 9- The events surrounding S6E8 "Doubt"

Chapter 10- The events surrounding S6E13 "Quarry"

Chapter 11-The events surrounding S6E16 "Ghost"

Chapter 12- The events surrounding S6E19 "Intoxicated" WIP

Chapter 13- The events surrounding S620 "Night" WIP

[whinlatter]

Hello!! First of all I wanted to say I’m obsessed with your writing ❤️ Your hinny feels so real and nuanced, and I really appreciate how well you address their trauma and struggles they might have in their relationship while also showing their deep love for each other. Because of this, I would LOVE to hear any thoughts you have on what Harry and Ginny would be like as parents, such as what their biggest challenges would be/how they'd get through it, etc (and if you have hcs about the kids that would be the icing on the cake 😁)

you are a true angel for this! although i do (of course, always) have takes on harry and ginny as parents, i'm going to save them for another day while i still have other writing bits to do. BUT what i do have is a WIP fragment of a dad!harry and james scene that i originally wrote for the orchards sequel and that i'll probably never do anything with but that i sort of like anyway, because james is my favourite potter child for no reason other than i love the idea of harry potter and ginny weasley having accidentally given birth to someone easygoing/ronald weasley 2.0. i really hope you enjoy!

In the kitchen, four o’clock, sunny day, warm. He takes the potatoes out of the oven, gives them a good shake in the tray.

‘It’s nice, our house.’ 

When he looks up, James is at the kitchen island, going to town on an enormous bag of crisps. It’s a source of professional anxiety how easy it is for his children to sneak up on him. ‘Glad you think so,’ he says to James, as he puts the potatoes back in the oven. ‘You’ve only lived in it your whole life.’

‘Yeah, but I never really thought about it before.’ Big bite, raspy crunch. When he turns back, James is looking out of the kitchen window, peering into the garden, like it's his first time seeing it. ‘When you’re little, you just think it’s your house, don’t you. You don’t think, hey, this house is nice. You just think, this is our house.’ 

‘I suppose not. Don't fill up on crisps, you'll not want dinner.'

His son scoffs at that - as well he might, the appetite on him these days. Gin says it's a Weasley birthright. With another munch, James starts examining the ceiling beams. 'I like it,' he says decisively. ‘It’s a good house. Big, loads of light. Homely. Good garden, plenty of bedrooms. Gets sunshine from all sides. Not far from Granny and Grandpa Weasley’s. Near the sea.’ 

‘Is this you telling me you’re considering a career as an estate agent?’

‘Nope. Just saying.’ James considers his next crisp clutched between his forefinger and thumb. ‘Reckon I’ll raise my kids here, too. Leave it to me in the will, won’t you?’

‘Not sure about that one. What about Al and Lil?’

Dismissive wave of a hand. ‘Easy. I’ll pay them off. There’ve got to be some perks to being the eldest son. First-come, first-served, that’s the rule.’

'And Teddy?'

'Easier still. He still owes me for running over my foot in that driving lesson. I've been limping whenever I see him, laying the groundwork.'

He looks at James, black birdnest of hair, bright brown eyes, scrum of freckles. He’s got quaffle blisters on the base of his palms. 

‘You’re doing it again.’

‘What thing?’

‘What thing, he says. Staring at me. That sentimental thing you do.'

‘I don’t do a sentimental thing.’

‘Yeah, you do. Al and I take bets on how many times you'll do it at family events. Your eyes get that spaced-out look. You’re about to tell me you love me, aren’t you?’

‘I do love you.’

'Yeah, yeah.' Eye-roll from James, though he's grinning. Tosses the crisp packet in the bin with a Chaser's precision. They take love in their stride, his children: receiving it, giving it out in spades. 'Listen,' he says, 'about those roast potatoes - very important - '

‘Crispy. I’m on it.’ 

'Good man,' says his son, and heads for the door. 'Back in a bit. I'm going to go map out where I'm going to put my swimming pool.'

[sentfromwolves]

ADRIEN, LAND OF ETERNAL SUN . the first kingdom of tolemia

“I was a child of Os Istranos. The furthest I had ever gone from the shadow of its gilt marble towers and wide river streets was Ersos, intimately clutched against the southern bend of the Queen’s kingdom and no more than a stone’s throw from the doors of Astoria House.  But all of Adrien I had only seen in passing glimpses, sprawled across my father’s maps. Still, I remembered the petal curves of the lands that surrounded the heart of our realm. I thought of the stories I had read about them too: the golden wheat fields and vineyards of Tharsis, the deep mountain lakes that glowed like mirrors upon which Briseis had been carved into the white stone cliffs. Galilea great and noble too, higher into the Spine of Adrien than even Heir Venus’s domain, where ancient stone castles looked down across valleys of pine wood and snowy apple orchards to the world below.

Once, when my father wasn’t looking, I’d traced my fingers over the edges of our entire world, marveling at the jagged cut of them beneath the pad of my thumb. Some part of me knew, intrinsically: there was something here once. And now, it is gone. 

But no one ever told me what. And I was never brave enough to ask.”

[cb-writes-stuff]

〜＊ New Blog Intro! ＊〜

Howdy! I’m CB, short for C. Brookes. Feel free to call me any derivation of those. I am 18, going into college for a degree in English. (Even though I’m an adult, don’t be weird.) He/him, please.

My blog (and brain) is currently dominated by:

[??? I don’t know]

Other posts are spices.

Asks/doodle requests are open!

Project Opal Masterpost

★ This is a colored text blog. I use lots of colored text because my eyes glaze over homochromatic text, it’s fun to have lots of colored text, and it’s pretty. ★

♦︎ About Me ♦︎

♥︎ I’m an American from the good ol’ South. Not much of an accent, but I have a birthright to the vernacular, the hospitality, and the home-cooked meals. ♥︎

♥︎ I’m just a freelance silly little guy. ♥︎

♥︎ I have ADD (Attention Deficit Disorder), also called Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder, Inattentive Type. I’m not at all hyperactive, so I prefer ADD. ♥︎

♥︎ I also have social anxiety, and a number of other suspected things! ♥︎

♥︎ I actually know very little about lots of things! Feel free to educate me. ♥︎

♥︎ I’m a yapper, if you couldn’t tell. ♥︎

♠︎ What I Post ♠︎

♥︎ Fandoms I post about: A Hat in Time, In Stars and Time, Hollow Knight, EPIC: The Musical, and… that’s about it, I think. ♥︎

♥︎ Fandoms I don’t post about: Pokémon, Baba Is You, Undertale, Deltarune, Portal (1 and 2), Stardew Valley, and I might add to this list later. ♥︎

♥︎ I’m writing a novel! I post (almost) daily word count updates, with little snippets of my favorite thing I wrote on a given day. ♥︎

♥︎ I also do art! Sometimes it’s doodles, sometimes it’s full-fledged art. ♥︎

★ I have a little AU idea percolating right now called In Hats and Time, a crossover between A Hat in Time and In Stars and Time. There’s not much on it right now, but there will be eventually! ★

♥︎ Japanese. The language itself, songs (especially Ado), and anything else that somehow isn’t either of those. ♥︎

♥︎ This is a no-swearing blog. You do you, but I don’t post or reblog anything with swearing. ♥︎

♥︎ In a similar vein, this is an SFW blog. We stay silly. ♥︎

♣︎ Tags ♣︎

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#cb defining stuff - the definitions of interesting words I come across

#cb answering stuff - answered asks, or anything from my inbox

#cbの日本語 - any of my posts that include Japanese in them

#cb progressing stuff - my writing progress updates #ihat / #in hats and time - any posts about the aforementioned AU

#siffrin and the craaaazy time loop - my liveblogged In Stars and Time playthrough

#i don’t tag my reblogs and i’m not about to start now - posts I reblogged responding to my moots

[ezomind-the-other-one]

Did I ever advertise my very first fic in here ? (still a WIP, updating every 2 weeks approximately)

It's a Murderbot Diaries adventure set after Network Effect - here's the summary:

"In the media, a common ComfortUnit trope is being liberated by their owner (the only human that respects them !) and then falling in love with said owner. This is especially funny to me, as the human who accidentally deactivated my governor module was one of the most tiresome clients I’ve ever had - and that’s saying something, as I have logged over 50,000 hours of sexual services." A ComfortUnit gets rid of its governor module, continues operating as usual - with a little hacking here and there, as a treat. Until it crosses paths with a certain rogue SecUnit from Preservation and hitches a ride on its daring rescue mission.

I was very prudent with the tags; they make it sound like the fic is much darker than it really is. It's my usual humor and fluff stuff, just a smidge on the darker side on account of it being set in a corporate dystopia.

[cheollipop]

Do you have a new ateez story planned? ❤️

hi anon!! I'm gonna use your ask to drop a tiny life update no one asked for, hope you don't mind~ ^^

I've just started my very last semester of uni and can already tell it's going to be a busy one (three group projects is three too many ><). that being said, I've had this one fic idea stuck in my head since june? july? and I really want to write it, so my goal for this semester (aside from hopefully passing) is making time for writing. I've had no motivation to write anything in months, but it used to bring me so much joy and I miss it. :")

I don't have much to show for it just yet, but here's a small snippet of my current san wip! it may or may not be a vampire au~ thank you anon for asking, I really appreciate your interest! <3

"

Your calves burned, knees quivering with every healed step you took over the worn-down dance floor, lungs on fire as you sashayed between sweaty bodies, clammy hands passing you around between men clad in leather vests and flared pants. Faces blurred together, the music ringing in your ears, hips swaying in sync and muted whispers shared in the air between you — something about a private room — to which you quirked your lips, deftly twirling your body away from his slim frame and into another, and repeat. You weren’t sure how long it had been since you’d first stepped into the bar that evening, flowy red adorning your figure and painting your lips, a forgotten glass resting idly at the bar, or perhaps already cleaned out to serve another customer while you floated in the high the three sips you’d taken had offered you.

A high broken at the sight of fierce, feline eyes fixed on you from across the room, leather stretching over his torso, elbows resting over the bar he was leaned back against with a golden drink swirling around in the crystal he loosely gripped. He eyed you as though you were his birthright, and not a shadow of the past he’d left to mend the broken pieces of a heart he’d ruthlessly shattered. Three days. Three torturous days, you’d seen him rooted in place at the bar, unabashedly boring his eyes into your swaying figure for what felt like hours, then leaving without a word exchanged. Perhaps that explained your extreme attachment to the dance floor despite the ache in your muscles — watching you hopping from man to man, pressing against body after body, sweat dripping off your skin and smile plastered over your glossy lips, would that save you from a confrontation you were wholly unprepared for, from the rush of memories you’d bent the earth to bury?

"

to be continued.

[laundrypause]

Think: Loscar as princes who are in line to take the throne of their respective houses and Oscar who is supposed to be the future king of the realm because he's already been betrothed to the Prince of the realm who is obviously going to one day be King but is harbouring feelings for Logan. Obviously Logan doesn't know of it yet because Oscar's an idiot but Logan also likes Oscar so in truth, they're both idiots.

In my head, Oscar's the Prince of House of Moon (honestly the houses names need more thought but let the literal names be placeholders for now), one of the most powerful houses in the realm. Known for their swordsmanship and weaponry, House Moon also holds one of the strongest armies, second to House Sun. House Moon's colours are predominantly black with purple and silver as complimentary colours. Oscar's the oldest of four children and the only male heir, making it his duty and birthright to next rule House Moon. Raised to rule ever since he was a babe, he's known and grown to learn nothing but to be the perfect King. One of the most talented swordsmen in the realm, he's only 8 and 10 moons when he's already managed to hold three victorious battles under his belt. Now, don't get him wrong, Oscar in no way is a violent man but when push comes to shove, he'll do anything to protect his house and the people he cares about. It's like how that saying goes, “Don't poke a sleeping dragon unless you want to face its wrath”. Fitting for the prince.

Logan is the Prince of House Forest (ik, it's a WIP). House Forest's colours are green, brown and gold. Not one of the realm's powerhouses, House Forest instead is known for its handsome craftsmanship and relationships with magical creatures. Don't be mistaken in underestimating House Forest though. As much as they are peace lovers, they are as much cunning. House Forest is one of the oldest houses, having been established before the War™ so they know a thing or two of fending for themselves during one. Logan is the youngest of two children but the sole inheritor to the throne after his brother's tragic death at sea. The stormy seas caused his brother to have gone overboard and before help could've reached him, he drowned in the rough waters. It is rumoured the sea beast, Drakolia, a huge sea serpent part of the House of Seas had something to do with the young Prince's death but House Seas denies any claim that they or Drakolia had anything to do with it and threatened anyone who dares say otherwise with treason and consequently, death.

And just for fun, Oscar's sword is called the Blood Moon. It has a cross guard shaped as a crescent moon and the blade has the various stages of the moon. Together with the Prince's blood and iron– the iron came from the summit of the tallest mountain in the kingdom where it's said it was the closest you could get to the moon– the sword was forged under the conditions of a lunar eclipse. Enemies claim that the sword gleams and pulses under moonlight but no one ever believes them, chalking it up to pure imagination or delusion. Rumor has it that the sword's actually alive, that it whispers to thieves who wish to steal it away from its rightful owner, making them do unspeakable things.

House Moon harbours a secret, actually a multitude of secrets but one of them is being the ones who killed Logan's brother. It was all apart of their plan, in the name of their thirst and greed for more power and sway over the realm. There were rumors that the king and queen of House Forest could not produce any more offspring so Logan's brother was to be the only child and sole inheritor of everything House Forest. Because of that, House Moon knew if they killed the sole inheritor to House Forest's throne, it would be easier for them to take over it or at least, weaken it to the extent that it'll make their path for power a smidge easier. Oscar wasn't even born when this happened but he did find out when he was 9 moons. It was an accident, truly. He was walking past his parents’ chambers, wanting to sneak out for a late night snack. What stopped him in his tracks was the mention of House Forest (at that point of his life, anything related to Logan made him stop). Curious, Oscar peeked into their study. Inside he found the King and Queen of House Seas, laughing merrily with his parents. Though, laughing merrily is quite inaccurate. No, they were snickering, vicious smiles plastered on their faces. They seemed to be quite drunk and perhaps that was why their lips were so loose at that instance, under the pretence that no one was near them to eavesdrop. What Oscar heard was basically an admittance to the two houses having a part in the first prince of House Forest's death. It was truly unlucky when Oscar had accidentally placed his weight too much on the door, causing it to fall open and him to unceremoniously plop onto the ground.

The second it happened, everyone in the room sobered up. Oscar was placed in a chair, his mother's arm tight around his chest, halting any movements he wanted to make. A mage was called upon and a spell was placed on Oscar, wiping any memory of what he saw that night from his memory. House of Moon would not let their secrets get out, they'd do anything even to the extent of altering their child's memories. Nothing was too far. Well, now Oscar wouldn't need to think about l his family had played a part in Logan's brother's death that took an enormous toll on his mother, leaving her heartbroken and bedridden for months before she could get back up again. Logan's mother now was but a shell of what she used to be back when his brother was still alive.

Logan might not have known his brother but he knew how loved he was. It truly was an act of God when Logan's mother learned that she was with child, years after her first child's death. House Forest painstakingly ensured that the second Prince was well cared for and no enemies would be able to even graze a strand of his hair. House Moon had grown a great deal during the last few years. They didn't need to kill Logan for power, no, House Forest had practically been left to ruin after the first Prince's death. House Moon's prospects didn't include House Forest anymore, they were in the big league now and when their Queen gave birth to the house's first prince, it was a no-brainer for them to betroth young Oscar to Prince Lando of House Sun.

[sexy-sapphic-sorcerer]

WIP Wednesday

@tansyuduri tagged me in this (thank you!)

so here is a snippet of chapter 3 of love is a sacrament that should be taken kneeling:

Their verbal sparring felt more like choreographed stage combat. Arthur had been rehearsing for so long that his movements appeared natural. Merlin had no choice but to follow his lead to avoid injury. It was a simple enough routine: when Arthur called him lazy, Merlin called him entitled. His swings at Arthur were calculated, easy to parry. Merlin anticipated Arthur’s response to his insults before he even said them. A set up to a punchline. Arthur won every tourney for a reason. Although that reason was not his innate fighting ability, as Merlin had once thought; no, it was his birthright. The prince must be victorious, to uphold the reputation of the kingdom. The ending was pre-determined. Merlin was willing to play into this farce, but he was not going down without a fight. After three days of this pantomime, Merlin grew complacent in his role. But the strain of deflecting his emotions weighed on him like an iron breastplate. “Merlin, this meeting requires ceremonial armour, that means I need my surcoat,” Arthur nagged, as Merlin prepared him for the arrival of Nemeth’s court. “Yeah, I know,” he lied, hastily retrieving the garment from the dresser. Arthur rolled his eyes, “you don’t know anything, idiot.” “I could say the same for you. Do you even know what this meeting is about?” Merlin teased as he pulled the surcoat over his head. “Of course I do,” Arthur tugged the fabric as smooth as his composure. “King Rodor wants to resolve the disputed borders of Gedeth.” Merlin raised an eyebrow. “I mean Gedref,” he sputtered, “the place with the labyrinth.” Before Merlin had a chance to reminisce on romanticised memories of two golden goblets and two sea blue eyes, they were conjured for him. “It was nice there. Looking out to the ocean from that cliffside with you,” Arthur said wistfully. Merlin chuckled in disbelief, “you almost died.” “Yeah,” he shrugged, “would’ve been worth it.” If he didn’t know better, Merlin could have fooled himself into thinking that Arthur was being romantic.

I will post it some time soon I promise. I'm writing this very out of order, so chapters 4 and 5 are already half done.

I can't remember which of my mutuals are working on a fic, so I won't tag anyone in particular. but if anyone feels like sharing something, go ahead and say I tagged you