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“We are all vulnerable to the things we hear from the people we trust to take care of us.”
October Daye, Seanan McGuire, "Sleep No More"
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“We are all vulnerable to the things we hear from the people we trust to take care of us.”
October Daye, Seanan McGuire, "Sleep No More"
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 2/? Fandom: October Daye Series - Seanan McGuire Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: October "Toby" Daye & Quentin Sollys, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: Quentin Sollys, October "Toby" Daye, Chelsea Ames, Rayseline Torquill, Raj (October Daye) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Role Reversal, Murder Mystery Summary:
Sir Quentin Sollys lives his life as a knight errant in service to the Duchy of Shadowed Hills. He gets up every morning, drinks his coffee, and drives into work. He does his job, and if that involves more household-management than swinging his sword around or solving mysteries, that's fine.
And then Countess Evening Winterrose dies, and the only witness is the Duchy's new foster; a near-feral changeling child who demands to be a part of the investigation. With clues leading straight to the fae underworld, a complicated relationship to the local King of Cats to contend with, and a strange child to look after, Quentin has his work cut out for him.
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Something about the way When Sorrows Come (October Daye #15) starts with Quentin telling Toby she’s his mom, making Toby burst into tears, and ends with Toby acknowledging Simon as her father, making Simon burst into tears. Something about that.
CHILDREN OF THE SUMMERLANDS - Toby Daye Fancasts [5/9]
It sometimes seems like Faerie reserves the hardest choices for the children. But then again, Faerie isn't fair. (Adapted from Ashes of Honor, Seanan McGuire)
Featuring Froy Gutierrez as Quentin Sollys, Karan Brar as Raj, Ariela Barer as Chelsea Ames, and Amybeth McNulty as Karen Brown. With images from The Return of the King, The Witcher, Anne with an E, Runaways, Garth Badger for Coup de Main, and Clark Atenacio for Grumpy Magazine; all other photographs from Unsplash.
Quentin's eventual royal guards are going to harbor a hatred for Toby like very few people.
Raj, Quentin, and Chelsea—dungeons and dragons.
Quentin laid his character sheet on the table for public review. “I’m going to be a half-elf paladin, I’m not sure what Oath yet but I guess I don’t need to?”
He glanced at Chelsea for confirmation. Chelsea nodded.
“Cool. So, I dual-wield shortswords, and, uh...take no shit, basically.”
“I’m going to be a Tabaxi monk,” Raj said smugly, presenting his own sheet. “20 Dex to start - I swear, I just rolled it! - Way of the Shadows, because, honestly what is the point of being a cat if you can’t shadow-walk. I mean, aside for all the other obvious advantages.”
Dean erased a number on his sheet and wrote something different, lips moving as he checked the math. “Okay...yeah. Water genasi barbarian, just here to swill some booze and punch some bad guys and kiss some cute guys.”
He almost, almost managed not to blush or look at Quentin. Quentin didn’t really try not to grin back.
“Okay!” said Chelsea. “And I’m rounding out the party with the - technically NPC - School of Abjuration wizard, who is all of your professor at the Academy of Adventuring Studies. Kind of lacking on healers, but that’s D&D for you.”
There was a range of satisfied nods to confused-but-okay shrugs around the table. Then a moment of silence.
“...Are we all really boring at coming up with characters?” Dean blurted.
Chelsea put her head down on her arms. “It’s actually undignified and despicable that the coolest characters any of us could come up with are actual authority figures in our lives. We’re a disgrace to teenagerdom. We should be taken out back and shot.”
“Hey, my half-elf paladin - oh, I see it.” Quentin backed down from a defensive post. “I see it now. Yes, we’re all disgraces.”
Raj was busy looking at Chelsea, with an expression that would have been accompanied by a twitching tail if he’d had one at the moment. “Clearly, we all subconsciously defaulted to the most badass parental figure we have,” he said slowly. “You picked your mom over Sir Etienne?”
Chelsea’s head snapped up. “Absolutely and inobjectively yes. Trust me.”
one time I wrote a scene in a fic where Quentin is wearing a blanket as a cape and a paper crown, and he’s dipping Dean into a kiss while the Glee version of Teenage Dream from Never Been Kissed is playing in the background
and like. if I could draw, this would be on top of my list