What headcanons/theories do you believe fandom would invent about your character?
What controversies/drama would your character incite in fandom?
What is the wildest crackship you can imagine for your character, whether in-universe or in crossover?
For Quinn!
i answered the first question here <3
What controversies/drama would your character incite in fandom?
there would be endless debates on quinn's morality, her culpability in littlefinger's actions, so on and so forth... it would be the most annoying discourse of all time 😭 because people would either 100% believe she's evil and deserving of an awful death or they'd think she's done nothing wrong ever and ofc those two factions would fight like crazy
What is the wildest crackship you can imagine for your character, whether in-universe or in crossover?
oh lord... okay off the top of my head? 😭 quinn x aemon targaryen, quinn x aerion targaryen, quinn x viserys targaryen... lol all of these being targ men sends me but that's just where my brain went
there'd probably be someone out there who ships her with like... tywin or smth weird and incesty too bc this fandom is deeply unwell
Asking you the same question I asked your partner in crime!! What was your favorite part of Crimson Clover to write? What's a part you're looking forward to?
I think one of my personal favorites that I've written so far is Lynara I! I had so much fun writing her dynamic with Jon and their silly interactions. I also have a fondness for the prologue that Mars and I wrote on call together lmaooo but one of my fave from mars were Quinn I and Lynara II but everything mars writes is amazing.
As for what I'm excited to get into in the future- I'm really excited to get to Nik coming in and eventually digging into his head in book 2 + the robnikmeria of it all but I'm also very excited for book 4 King's Landing- a lot of fun stuff is set to happen there :3
request for @snarkelf: NEW CHARACTERS NEW CHARACTERS!!! 👀👀👀 The Gorou brainrot is REAL and I can't get his little growl out of my head. That said, can we get some good ol' hurt/comfort where reader gets caught off guard in a fight and gets hurt and/or stunned and Gorou swoops in to protect and comfort them
BESTIEE hi this is from last summer but it is finally done <3 lawl i hope u enjoy <33
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pairing: gorou/gn!reader (no pronouns used for reader)
characters: gorou, unnamed shogunate soldiers; kokomi is mentioned Once
genre: hurt/comfort
word count: 1387
warnings: reader uses a melee weapon, depictions of violence, descriptions of injury and blood
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You didn’t join the Watatsumi Army for the thrill of battle, as some may claim. You’re not hungry for conflict, you’ve never been one to actively seek out a fight. There was a call for help, and you answered. Divine Priestess Kokomi and General Gorou had sent out their plea one night, and by the next morning you had submitted your application. The Resistance needed troops, and you were more than willing to volunteer.
There’s no glory in fighting, in watching a war unfold around you. You can’t recall how many times you’ve gone to bed hungry or cold as supply lines are cut off and delayed, can’t count how many of your comrades you’ve seen injured. The Shogun’s Army shows no mercy, taking peoples’ Visions, their ambitions, and their lives without hesitation.
No, you wouldn’t say seeing the nation you so dearly love turn against itself is “thrilling.”
And yet, here you are… a willing sacrifice, if it means returning peace to Inazuma.
“We’ll give you one more chance to surrender, General.” The Shogunate soldier practically spits the last word, raising his polearm.
It was only hours ago that you had been lounging around the Resistance’s camp at Fort Fujitou, recovering from a previous mission—or, at least, trying to—when General Gorou barrelled in, ordering all available soldiers to prepare for battle; a group of Shogunate soldiers stationed along Nazuchi Beach had been getting bolder lately, venturing a little too close to the Resistance members similarly stationed in the area. The growing tension had come to a head last night, when the Shogunate had ambushed the Resistance group, stealing food, medical supplies, and weapons—and leaving the Resistance soldiers with more than a few cuts and bruises.
As soon as Gorou called, you threw your armor on and went to fetch your weapon.
“We would never surrender to the likes of you.” Without breaking your defensive stance, you spare a glance at the General; his ears are folded flat against his head, tail low and bushed. Gorou’s stance is similar to yours—rigid, prepared to pounce. He has his bow pointed at the ground, but it’s drawn, ready to fire.
Your eyes flick back to the Shogunate soldiers—thankfully, your numbers appear to be equal, a luxury the Resistance doesn’t often have—as they laugh, their leader swinging his spear toward Gorou. “Don’t say we didn’t try to resolve this peacefully.”
He grins, wild and wide-eyed; that’s all the warning you get before the Shogunate soldiers rush you.
You’re familiar with battles, now, the sights, sounds, even the smells. There’s bodies everywhere, always moving, accompanied by blinding flashes of metal in the sunlight. Arrows sing as they cut through the air, and the sharp clang of weapons striking one another is almost deafening. The scent of sweat hangs heavy in the air, and you know it will soon be joined by the smell of blood, when the pale sand beneath your feet begins to stain red.
You kick a soldier to the ground, whirling around to block a blow from another. Bracing your arm against your weapon, you shove, sending the second Shogunate member stumbling backward. Your heart is pounding as you advance, swinging at your opponent again and again, his parries growing sloppier each time. Show no mercy, show no mercy. The Shogunate won’t, so why should you?
There’s a commotion behind you, but you don’t dare turn to look. Your weapon collides with the Shogunate soldier’s shoulder; he drops his polearm with a cry of surprise, panic striking across his visage when you raise your weapon above your head, jaw clenching.
A yell of your name cuts through the roaring of your pulse in your ears. You freeze, arms still raised, as something behind you whistles.
By the time you recognize the shrill sound as a swinging weapon, it’s too late.
Your side explodes in pain.
You don’t get time to react—barely registering the blood now soaking your torn shirt—before the blunt end of the weapon slams into the back of your skull, sending you to the ground. Your weapon drops to the sand with you, one shaking arm keeping you propped up while your other hand presses to the fresh wound on your side in a pathetic attempt to slow the bleeding.
Red and black is all you see, between all the blood—there’s so much blood, drenching your shirt and slipping through your fingers, warm and wet—and the darkness dancing across your vision. There’s a ringing in your ears, now, as you brace yourself for the finishing blow.
You only hope your sacrifice means something, in the end.
But the blow never comes. You hear rapid footsteps in the sand, a growl that morphs into a viscous snarl. The sound of a snapping bowstring, another shout of your name, and then a crash as the soldier towering over you disappears. You think you spot a familiar flash of brown in the struggle somewhere beside you—it’s hard to tell when you’re fighting unconsciousness.
You’re not sure how long you lay there, shaking and listening to the muted sounds of combat until the battlefield falls quiet. You don’t know who won.
You flinch at the feeling of hands on your shoulders—the sudden movement only amplifies the pain, and you have to bite your tongue to stop yourself from crying out—coaxing you to roll onto your back. Gorou’s face, fraught with worry, greets you. Though, he’s little more than a blur of brown and white as your vision fails to cooperate.
He says something, but you can’t hear him for some reason. You jolt again as his hand finds yours, pressing harder over your side. He’s shouting, you’re sure, but it’s so… quiet.
Your eyelids are heavy. You’ve fought hard, you don’t think anyone will complain if you rest a little.
Gorou’s hand is warm atop your own.
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It takes you a moment to realize you’re alive when you finally stir.
Your eyes blink open to an unfamiliar tent; your entire body aches. You breathe slow, counting the seconds in and out as you will the pain to go down. It does, minisculely, and you shakily push yourself to sit upward. Someone had dressed your wounds while you were unconscious, the bitter smell of medicinal herbs strong even beneath your bandages. You’d been changed into a new shirt, too, something soft and a little too big on you.
The tent flap pulls back, your head pounding at the sudden burst of light. Your nose wrinkles as you bring a hand to shield your eyes, only to immediately drop it back to your lap as General Gorou enters the little tent.
His teal eyes widen and his ears perk up when he sees you. “You’re awake,” he says, shock lacing his tone.
You nod. “You… saved me.” It’s less a question and more a statement, your voice rough and trembling. Gorou blinks down at you.
“Of course, it’s my responsibility to protect the Resistance’s members.”
You snort, shooting him a weak smile. “Right.” Of course. He’s the war general, this is his job.
Of course.
Gorou hesitates, glancing around before sinking to the ground, sitting across from you. He’s quiet when he speaks again. “How are you feeling?” He asks, gaze roving over your figure. You shrug.
“Hurt,” you state, simply. His brow furrows, and this time you can clearly see the worry on his face. “But it’s nothing I won’t heal from,” you reassure the General. He lets out a sigh of relief, tail thumping against the ground once.
“Good,” he hums. “That’s good.” You nod again, swallowing as silence descends over you two. Your mouth opens and closes, and Gorou glances over his shoulder. “I, uh—” He clears his throat. “I need to go check on the others.” You feel a little stupid for just staring as he rises to his feet, dipping his head toward you before he turns on his heel.
You find your voice as he reaches for the tent flap. “Ah, Gorou—” His tail raises, wagging a little as you call his name. His head turns, waiting for you to continue.
“Thank you.”
You manage a larger smile this time, one he reflects back at you. “Of course.”
Gorou slips out, gone.
As you listen to his receding footfalls, you realize you feel a little better.
cedrik is the son of allyria dayne and borros caron! his older sister, cassandra, is the heir to starfall <3 which is fine by him because he gets to pursue his dream of being… dun dun dun… the sword of the morning lmao 🫡
cedrik is someone who believes that knighthood is a gift that he has to do good with — he takes the legacy of wielding dawn very veryyyy seriously
will participate in tourneys from time to time for the fun of it but only if it’s being held somewhere he already was heading towards! he’s kind of like the king of side-quests and in particular had a lot of fun adventures in the stormlands prior to the start of our fic !!!
cedrik is also the entire reason ethan lefford got knighted so young — ethan beat cedrik in single combat at a tourney as a squire and was knighted by jaime because of it… however 👀 did ethan win fair and square? or did cedrik — who cares little about his pride — let him win? 👀 we will see!
cedrik and quinn have an odd friendship from the different points they’ve met over the years! i have to clarify in advance there is no romantic vibe or anything between them — cedrik is a fair bit older than quinn and i liked the idea of quinn having a non-familial male acquaintance who was kind & respectful towards her <3
cedrik appears in every book in the series! in the first few books they might seem like cameos but he is going to have a much bigger role to play in book four and beyond 👀💜💫
he also has a love connection with one of tara arryn’s handmaidens (alicent swann) and that connection is very much tied into his stormlands backstory but i’m saving most of the details on that for the actual fic at the moment </3
in conclusion <3 he’s a very cool noble guy!! the embodiment of true knighthood in a world full of jaime and ethans 😭
What's been your favorite part of Crimson Clover to write? What's something you're looking forward to?
out of everything we’ve posted thus far? i’d say my favorite has probably been quinn I 🫶🥹 i was really sick when writing it but i have such (weirdly) fond memories of downing both gatorade and medicine in between bouts of writing LMAO !!
out of things we have written but haven’t posted yet? 👀 we have one of the final chapters of book three already written and… i am so fucking proud of the note it ends on and everything about it !!
we also have a few things from book eight written and i really had a lot of fun with those as well even if a lot could change from now to posting time!
in terms of what i’m looking forward to writing?? BOOK FOUR !!! literally everything about that era is what i’m most hyped for… it’s when we start to diverge from canon in some pretty major ways ++ we get to finally see jaimebecca reunite… 👀
🫶💕 thank you sm for the ask this was really fun to answer !!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY RHAENA!!! What's her favorite way to celebrate a special occasion?
RHAENA SENDS HER LOVE AND THANKS TO YOU!
Rhaena is not one to celebrate much. She’s not big on bdays and it’s really jaime and rebecca that try to make it special for her. I think she’s just content to spend time with her partners and children and have a calm day with maybe her favorite dessert (lemon cakes :3) served after dinner.
request for @snarkelf: I come bearing the fluff request you have asked for. Can I get some wholesome friends to lovers moments (hcs or a drabble, whatever your inspiration allows!) with our beloved cavalry captain Kaeya, in which he discovers he has not so platonic feelings for his bestie, reader? Take care of yourself, and I wish you luck with all those feelings and revelations 💚💕
thank you bestie this was much appreciated <3
um i was just going to do headcanons but kaeya brainrot took over so i ended up doing headcanons AND a fic. oops. (that’s the opposite of a problem though, right?)
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pairing: kaeya/reader
characters: kaeya alberich
genre: fluff, a tiny little bit of angst if you squint
word count: 1562
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⋆ it takes him a long while to even consider you a friend—though kaeya’s extroverted enough, rarely are his attempts at friendship genuine. typically, they’re little more than an effort to pull information out of someone.
⋆ which is why he’s surprised when he ends up actually enjoying your company; even more so when he realizes his feelings for you go beyond friendship
⋆ he falls hard and he falls fast, but it takes time for him to actually make any advances on you. he’s worked hard to maintain your friendship, and he doesn’t want to disrupt what you already have with his feelings
⋆ at least, not until he can deduce just how you’d react to a confession from him
⋆ kaeya can never pinpoint exactly when his teasing turned to genuine compliments, or his playful touches turned into something more intentional, or when he began to grow upset whenever you’d leave, but he’s pretty quick to recognize the change
⋆ he’s quick to accept his newfound feelings, too; he’s just hesitant to act on them. despite the fact that the two of you are best friends—a relationship kaeya hadn’t allowed himself before you came along—and he knows practically everything about you, he doesn’t know if you feel the same way he does. so he doesn’t say anything.
⋆ rather, he decides to start testing the waters.
⋆ his usual attempts to fluster you turn into him just legitimately telling you how beautiful, talented, strong, and perfect you are. his physical affections grow bolder, lingering longer and heavier than before
⋆ though he wants nothing more than to pull you close and grab your face, to press kiss after kiss to your cheeks before whispering how much he loves you against your lips, kaeya still holds himself back.
⋆ when his secret is inevitably revealed—by you or him—kaeya is shy for probably the first time in his life
⋆ normally, he’s the one flustering you, not the other way around. and all it took was pulling a confession from him
⋆ you return his feelings, of course. you have for a while, but also didn’t want to say anything out of fear of damaging your friendship.
⋆ kaeya gets a good laugh out of that, and neither of you lets the other live down your misunderstanding. it sort of becomes an inside joke between you two.
⋆ afterward, you can tell he’s more relaxed. he no longer feels he needs to walk on eggshells around you, and you can bet he doesn’t hold back at all
⋆ be prepared for lots of surprise affection—kisses especially—literally anywhere or anytime. he’s not afraid to show how much he adores you, and you’ll have to deal with that in public and in private.
⋆ it’s all worth it to see him happy, though. it’s been a long time since kaeya had such a positive relationship with someone—romantic, platonic, or whatever—and he couldn’t be happier that it’s with you.
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He’s quieter than usual tonight. Normally, Kaeya can’t stop talking, whether it’s to you or to any of the other patrons frequently found at the Angel’s Share. And gods, he only gets worse when he’s had a few drinks. It’s something you’ve learned as the two of you began hanging out more and more, and it’s something you’ve honestly come to enjoy, as annoying as it had been at first.
Tonight, though, you’re a little worried about him, sitting across from you and staring down at the empty glass in his hand.
“Kaeya.” His head shoots up, his single eye widening and blinking a few times as he snaps back to reality. You send him a quizzical look. “Are you alright?”
Shock and guilt pass over his face so quickly you think you may have imagined it, the dim lighting of the tavern doing nothing to help. He’s slipped back into his normal Kaeya personality almost instantly, flashing you one of his signature grins. “Of course I am,” he practically purrs. “How could I not be, when I’m here with you?” He winks—you think—and the tiny action is enough to send a small flush across your face. You hope he can’t see the slight blush on your cheeks in the poor lighting and through his tipsy haze, nonetheless brushing it off with a snort and roll of your eyes.
That’s something else you’ve noticed, lately. His flirty remarks have lost their usual, well, flirty tone. What normally would have been offhand comments meant to do nothing more than embarrass you seem to have turned serious, as if he’s genuinely trying to compliment you.
The two of you return to your silence, albeit a little more awkwardly than before. Just as you finish off your own drink, Kaeya clears his throat. He sets down his glass on the table between you two. Glancing over at him, you see he’s avoiding your eyes, and he’s pressed his fingertips on each gloved hand together, almost as if he’s… nervous?
“There was, actually, something I wanted to talk to you about.” His voice is low, and the fact that he’s so serious has you a little uneasy. His gaze flicks around the room briefly. “Alone.”
You swallow, pushing down your worry and masking it with a gentle smile. “Sure,” you say, beginning to stand and motioning for him to lead the way. Kaeya rises to his feet, tipping his head toward the set of stairs nearby. He wants you to follow him upstairs.
You’re not sure why you’re so afraid. It’s Kaeya, your best friend. He would never do anything that would put you in harm’s way. But his strange behavior, coupled with his sudden seriousness, has a heavy dread forming in the pit of your stomach. It’s a feeling you can’t shake off, so instead you do your best to ignore it as you climb the stairs behind the Cavalry Captain.
He doesn’t stop at the top, and continues walking until he arrives at the door to the outside balcony. You watch as he pauses, seemingly taking a deep breath, before he opens the wooden door and steps outside. You follow.
It’s a nice night, the soft breeze a welcome feeling after having been in the warm tavern you’d just left for so long. Shutting the door behind you, you turn, only to stop abruptly as you nearly run into Kaeya, who apparently hadn’t kept moving after stepping through the doorway.
You don’t want to admit that the close proximity has you more than a little flustered. Which is stupid, you think; Kaeya’s never shied away from putting an arm around you and invading your personal space. Though, you’d never tell him just how much that always made you blush.
You could never tell him just how much you truly care for him.
His call of your name has you shaking your head, clearing your thoughts. You realize he’s been watching you this whole time, but as soon as he has your attention, he’s looking elsewhere again. You’re prepared to ask him what he wanted to discuss, but he breaks out of his uncharacteristic shyness before you can get the words out.
“I know we’ve been friends—good friends— for a while now, but…” he trails off, one of his hands coming up to card through his blue hair. Even in the darkness, you can see the ever-suave Kaeya is blushing. He clears his throat again, his voice growing even quieter, but he finally looks you in the eye.
“I think I’m in love with you.”
You think your heart stops. Your eyes widen, and you stare, dumbfounded, at the man in front of you.
He continues.
“I didn’t want to say anything because I didn’t want to make you upset, but you make me so happy—happier than I’ve ever been in my life—and I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t say anything, so—”
“Kaeya.” He jaw snaps shut as you interrupt his rambling. Your mouth opens, then closes, and opens again before you manage to shakily speak, your voice merely a whisper. “I love you, too.”
His eye widens.
And then he’s kissing you, his hands cupping your face so he can run his thumbs over your cheeks; they’re basically burning at this point, so his cool touch is a relief. He has you trapped between himself and the door behind you. There’s nowhere to go, but leaving is the last thing on your mind as you kiss back, melting into the feeling of his lips against yours, your hands reaching up to grip at his shirt.
Kaeya pulls away much too soon for your liking, but you’re both breathless, blushing and wide-eyed after your mutual confessions. You’re both silent again, but it’s comfortable this time, everything you needed to say having been said already.
His hands don’t leave your face, and his eye sparkles as—this time—he gives you a true, genuine Kaeya smile. He closes the distance between you two again, but he doesn’t kiss you. Instead, he rests his forehead against yours, and then he starts to laugh.
“I love you,” he says, and you smile with him, your eyes slipping shut. Your hands release his shirt, and you instead bring them to rest over his.
“I love you,” he says, his voice hushed, before he presses a kiss to your lips again.
