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Fic for the @kotlcpridemonth2025 prompt "flowers": if you were my girl, i'd pick you flowers

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Briefly returning from the dead to post the Laith Vacker fic!!

there is an ocean in my soul

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it has a language of its own

I felt bad not writing anything for aro week! So I combined aromanticism with the @kotlc-sapphicweek prompt "pride" and wrote some QPR Marelliana :)

My specific headcanons aren't super important to the fic, but in my brain Marella is an aromantic allosexual lesbian, and Biana is sapphic-oriented aromantic and aceflux.

Marella isn’t interested in this whole dating thing. She has her (albeit a little dysfunctional) family, and her friends, and that’s enough. She doesn’t want or need a girlfriend.

And then there’s Biana. And Marella still isn’t interested in dating her, but there’s something about her best friend that’s different from her friendships with Stina and Maruca, with Tam and Linh. It isn’t just that they kiss sometimes (although they do kiss, and more when Biana wants to). There’s something else Marella feels for her, and it’s not romance, but it’s something. 

Biana isn’t her girlfriend, and she is her best friend, but she’s something else too. Something Marella doesn’t have the words for. She’s not sure if the words for it even exist, but that’s okay. There doesn’t need to be a word for what she feels for Biana; she knows she cares for her, deeply, and that’s what matters.

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Biana grew up thinking she would have a fairy tale kind of love. A princess and a prince (or, perhaps, a princess and another princess). But Biana’s not a princess, and neither is Marella, and they don’t love each other the way Biana expected to fall in love.

Fitz gives Biana a knowing smile one day, after Marella leaves Everglen, and Biana huffs. “It’s not like that,” she insists.

“Right. You definitely don’t have a crush on her or anything.”

“I don’t!” Fitz raises his eyebrows, and Biana adds, “Really. I have… feelings for her, but they’re not crush feelings. We’re not like you and Keefe– we’re not dating, we’re not in love like you guys. We’re… different.” 

Fitz nods, and Biana knows he doesn’t get it. He and Keefe are so ridiculously in love, the romantic kind of love, that she doubts he could understand her not quite platonic but still not romantic feelings for Marella. But he doesn’t have to understand her to support her, and she loves that about him. 

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Biana and Marella don’t say I love you. But after a hard day, Biana will braid Marella’s hair, and Marella will bring her a cup of her favorite tea. Biana will say do you want to talk about it? and I’m sorry, I’m here for you when Marella’s mom is struggling. Marella will kiss Biana’s scars and say you’re still beautiful, Bee, you’re the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen. They don’t say I love you, because they’re not in love in the traditional way. It might not even be love at all. And that’s okay, because they don’t want that kind of love; they want each other. 

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two flowers in the wind

I'm working on a longer tiertice fic but in the meantime, take 400 words of rambling about their almost cognate relationship. Written for day 3 of tiertice week (prompt: jewelry). It's technically on time!

Title is from two flowers (dyed gold 2008) by the Maine because this is THE tiertice album oh my god

There is a ring hidden in a box in Prentice’s drawer. Tiergan finds it months after the mind break, when he finally wills himself to go through his lover’s things. His breath hitches as he slips it onto his finger. It fits perfectly, and he pulls it off in a rush. 

He can’t wear it, not with Prentice gone, unable to wear the other half of the set. He is half of a whole now, without Prentice, and the single ring only makes his absence even more achingly clear.

There’s a piece of paper too, neatly folded and tucked beneath the box. Tiergan unfolds it carefully. His chest feels hollow when he recognizes Prentice’s handwriting.

Tiergan,

I know you said you didn’t want to be cognates, and I respect your decision. But I’ve never stopped hoping you might change your mind. Maybe someday I’ll work up the nerve to offer this ring to you again.

Maybe someday you’ll say yes.

Prentice

Tiergan has to sit down. His head is spinning, doubts and regrets and what ifs swirling all around him. If only he’d said yes, when Prentice asked to be his cognate all those years ago. If only Prentice had asked again, if only he’d been less stubborn, he might have changed his mind.

If only Prentice was still here beside him.

“I’m sorry,” he says to the empty room. “I shouldn’t have said no. I trust you and I love you and I wish I’d been brave enough to be your cognate, but I wasn’t ready to be so open with anyone, not even you. And now…”

And now it’s too late, he thinks, but he can’t say it over the sudden lump in his throat. 

He can’t bring himself to wear the ring on his finger. He doesn’t think he deserves to, really, not after he had the chance to be Prentice’s cognate and still said no. But he can’t bring himself to let go of the ring either.

(It’s a foolish hope, but maybe someday Prentice will be healed. Maybe they’ll get another chance. Tiergan knows it’s unlikely, but he can’t stop himself from clinging to that possibility.)

Tiergan wears the ring on a necklace, tucked inside his shirt, close to his heart. Even as the months without Prentice turn to years, and the years turn to a decade, he doesn’t stop wearing the ring around his neck. He doesn’t stop loving Prentice. Doesn’t stop wishing things had gone differently. 

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@necromycologist I was your secret Santa! Hope you enjoy this fic about (transfem!) Sophie and her human parents :)

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Ty to @song-tam for running the exchange

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Remember last night when I lost my shit about the possibility of Tiergan being Sophie's biological father? They continue to haunt me so I wrote words about it

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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my gift is my song (and this one's for you): tiertice fic inspired by orpheus and eurydice for @let-them-sing-of-others !!

written for @kotlcfairytale gift exchange