Tarot & Tropes Day 11: Love Triangle, prompt and tarot spread from @3am-tarot
You can only pick one: Page of Swords
Triads exist: Ace of Swords
They lay in the grass, staring up at the hazy blue sky of late summer. In a few short weeks, the knights would set out to ride their circuits, packing up their newly-minted squires to join them, off to separate corners of the kingdom.
“They can’t split us up like this.”
“They won’t ever be able to keep us apart!”
“Hey guys…what if we got married?
“Like…to who?”
“All three of us, silly!”
The pastoral scene was quiet for a moment, then filled with the riotous laughter of youth, of optimism, of the burgeoning first quarter moon in the afternoon sky, of love, of denial.
Tarot & Tropes Day 10: Fake Dating, prompt and tarot spread from @3am-tarot
It’s just for the weekend: Page of Wands
Oops, now we’re married: The Hanged One
“Yer da’ is hot.”
“Yer makin’ me regret askin’ ya to come along home with me.”
Odo chuckled at the orc’s exasperation, twining their fingers together and giving him a pretty pout. “We-ell, o’course he is, ya take after ‘im!”
When Beau asked him to be his date to the family reunion out in the deserts of Myriad, Odo flashed him a feline grin and said yes without thinking. He loved an opportunity to create some chaos, and he was honestly curious about the origins of his sweet and spicy playmate. After spending the better part of a year hooking up and making mischief together in Juntos, they knew this wasn’t something meant to be forever.
But seeing all these happy orc couples caused a pang in Odo’s chest, right where his heart used to be. He stopped in his tracks, waiting for the hard moment of dissociation that usually struck when he thought about commitment, remembering his past love. For the first time, it didn’t come. Beau turned towards him with his deep brown puppy-dog eyes, arms outstretched to support him. Odo just blinked and shook his head.
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Thank you so much, stay blessed
Hello ,
I feel that they can be making a move on you or wanna make a move on you if it's romantic connection. They think that you're a great person in general and can handle issues very wisely. They admire your conscience. They're optimistic about you . They love the dreamy energy you ooze out to them
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Tarot & Tropes Day 8: Grumpy/Sunshine, prompt and tarot spread from @3am-tarot
Go Away: King of Pentacles
Come Closer: Four of Wands
I’m standing on her front porch in my jeans and Chucks and black t-shirt, and as she opens the front door and I walk into her house, I immediately feel underdressed, somehow. Jewel-toned accent walls are covered floor-to-ceiling in art, vines sprawl out of their planters in every corner, and the rustic kitchen table is filled with blooms in a riot of colors. The late afternoon sunlight illuminates it all, my life suddenly playing out in technicolor.
I step over the threshold and think about my own apartment with its stark white walls that I never got around to painting. I look down at the small box of cupcakes I bought from my favorite shop, each one iced to perfection, a carbon copy of its fellows. It seems inadequate that I didn’t make them from scratch, with milk that came from a cow friend I know and eggs from my imaginary neighbor’s chickens.
She hands me an overfull champagne flute, and I frown into it. What am I even doing here? She’s just waiting there, smiling as wide as the day is long, holding out her own glass to clink with mine.
Tarot & Tropes Day 8: Idiots in Love, prompt and tarot spread from @3am-tarot
Of course we’re not together: Temperance
Wait a minute: Two of Pentacles
Of course Nil would stick the two of them together in the last room available at the fully-booked inn when she booked their party’s rooms. Beau’s roommate may be stoic, but she was an instigator. The orc didn’t know where Odo had disappeared to once they had completed their mission–probably letting off steam in the only way he knew how, drinking to excess, playing pranks, provoking fights. He probably wouldn’t make it back tonight, so Beau didn’t feel bad about peeling off his sweaty clothes and spreading out on the room’s solitary bed. No sleeping on the floor for him tonight. He sank into a meditation to calm his nerves after a long day, and in minutes, he was asleep.
Some time later, Beau awoke to the bed shifting and creaking. He cracked one eye open. “Odo? Ya made it back. Wasn’t expectin’ ya.” The lanky elf tangled his legs with Beau’s and laid his blonde and indigo-streaked head in the crook of Beau’s shoulder.
“Mmmmm…missed th’ orc. Not th’ same when me’s not fightin’ next t’ ya,” replied Odo sleepily, slurring his words. Beau’s eyes sprang open at this tender admission, as the elf clambered onto him as if he belonged there. But…what if he did? What if…they chose this?
Beau wrapped his powerful arms around Odo, holding him tightly and planting a careful kiss on the crown of his head, anchoring the elf as he dropped into his trance, wondering what the squeeze in his chest meant as he stared up at the ceiling.
I started this with just the forced proximity spread from @3am-tarot's tarot & tropes in mind, but ended up adding the slow burn and forbidden love spreads too. The spreads and cards will be below along with the messy WWI patrochilles fic that ties them all together. Because I'm me it's as historically accurate as I could make it without going too overboard with research. 😂
Trope: forced proximity
Spread: can I have a moment to myself / wait where are you going?
Cards: IX of Cups / Death
Trope: slow burn
Spread: a subtle hint / a major move
Cards: King of Wands / Page of Swords
Trope: forbidden love
Spread: we couldn't possibly / I'll never tell
Cards: Queen of Cups / Knight of Wands
As a child of the upper class, Achilles had grown accustomed to comfort and luxury being the status quo. The house he grew up in was enormous, and when he was shipped off to boarding school he'd managed to have a private room.
Due to his background and education, he was automatically given the rank of a probationary Second Lieutenant when he enlisted, so he expected this comfort to continue despite entering a war. That reality quickly came crashing down before he even got to France.
During basic training he had to share a room since there were simply not enough rooms for anyone to have their own. He would have to share his room with another new officer and was not looking forward to it in the slightest.
Achilles was in the middle of unpacking his things when his new roommate entered. He looked up and found someone around his age who seemed to be equally annoyed that they would have to share this room. The other man looked over at him and quickly looked away, occupying himself with unpacking his own things. Achilles couldn't believe how awful his manners had been.
“Second Lieutenant Achilles Pelides. Who do I have the displeasure of sharing this room with?” He asked in an annoyed tone.
“Second Lieutenant Patroclus Menoetiades.” Patroclus had replied without even looking up.
His manners truly are awful, Achilles thought to himself. He didn't continue the conversation, and focused on unpacking the rest of his things. Once he was finished, he left the room without a word in search of better company.
Achilles was back in time for bed, and found that Patroclus was already asleep. He dressed for bed, and climbed into his own bed but had trouble falling asleep in such a new environment.
“Did you know you snore in your sleep?”
Achilles woke up to this question feeling like he hadn't slept at all. It took him a minute to process the words and he immediately frowned in response. “No. I don't snore.”
“You do. It woke me up half past four. I couldn't get back to sleep either because you never stopped.”
“Well I'm not feeling particularly rested either. If you're so sure, I'm sure there are ear plugs you can buy.”
Patroclus sighed and dropped the subject. He got ready for the day without another word, and Achilles did the same. Their day of training was exhausting, especially with their respective lack of sleep. Patroclus bought earplugs when they were released for dinner.
They continued this routine of snarky remarks in the morning and complete silence at night for the first week and a half. Their first mail delivery was what halted this routine. Achilles was busy opening his parcel before they were due for bed when he noticed that Patroclus wasn't doing the same. “Did you already open yours?” He asked, although he didn't see anything new on Patroclus’ side of the room.
“No, I didn't get anything.”
Achilles looked perplexed. “Maybe it's running late. I'm sure your family sent you something. You probably have a girl too. She'll send you something soon.”
“That's a lot of assumptions, none of which are correct. My father hates me and he'd never allow my mother to send anything herself. I don't have anyone else waiting for me either. Not all of us have beautiful blue eyes that any girl would fawn over.”
Achilles felt a thousand emotions at once. Did Patroclus really have no one? Had he just called his eyes beautiful? He looked at the other, trying to clear his head and focus on how to proceed. He shifted on his bed, making room for another body to sit. “I'm sorry,” he said with sincerity. “We can share mine if you'd like?”
“You hate sharing,” Patroclus said matter of factly. “And I don't need your pity.”
“It's not pity. I…” Achilles didn't know how to properly explain himself, but he knew he wanted to share this with Patroclus even if he didn't usually like sharing. “Just get over here and help me open this box.”
Patroclus got up, albeit a little begrudgingly, and sat down beside Achilles. “Okay, I'm here. Now open the damn box and see what your loving family sent you.”
Achilles took the lid off and revealed the contents of the box that his mother had sent him. It was likely she hadn't bothered to consult his father on the matter as she didn’t talk to him if she could help it. She'd sent a few things, one of which being a large bar of chocolate that had surprisingly not melted despite the August weather.
Achilles unwrapped the chocolate bar and broke it in half. He handed one half of it to Patroclus. “Do you really think my eyes are beautiful?”
Patroclus’ expression implied that he hadn't realized he'd used those exact words. “I…” He struggled for an explanation as he felt his face heat up.
“I don't have a girl waiting on me either, you know.” Achilles was nervous, maybe he shouldn't have said that. Maybe Patroclus hadn't meant anything by it.
“You don't?” Patroclus still looked bewildered, but he took the chocolate that Achilles was still offering. “Thank you,” he said, his hand lingering a bit too long before he pulled it away to take a bite.
“No, I don't.” Achilles looked down, his heart rate increasing as Patroclus’ touch lingered longer than it had any right to. “You didn't answer my question.”
“...yes.” Patroclus replied after he'd swallowed his bite of chocolate. “I did. Your eyes are beautiful. You're…beautiful.”
Achilles looked up at Patroclus, a smile on his face that only grew as he took in Patroclus’ appearance up close. “So are you. Especially when you blush like this.”
Patroclus took another bite of chocolate so he had an excuse to not respond and avoided Achilles’ eyes, his face heated up even more.
Achilles moved his free hand to settle on top of the one Patroclus had resting on his bed and took a bite of his own chocolate with the other. They sat like that in comfortable silence for a few moments before the call for “lights out” came echoing down the halls and Patroclus scrambled over to his side of the room.
There was a different tension between them now. They had both admitted something that could put them both in jail despite their families status if they acted upon it. Neither of them got much sleep that night.
In the morning, Patroclus acted as if nothing had happened. The only difference was that he didn't make a snarky remark to Achilles as he dressed for the day. Instead, he dressed in silence, his back turned and his eyes fixed on the wall. He left shortly after, leaving Achilles confused as he climbed out of bed.
Why hadn't Patroclus said anything to him? Had he said too much last night? It was one thing to say something, and a completely different thing to act upon it. What little touch they'd exchanged last night had seemed welcome, though. Achilles thought back to the revelation Patroclus had made about his family. Perhaps he couldn't risk doing anything further that would anger them.
Achilles dressed himself and shoved those thoughts aside. If Patroclus made no further advances, he would respect that. He went about his day in a bit of a haze, only to come back to their room and find all of Patroclus’ things gone. He could feel the panic rise in him and immediately went back out to find the Captain in charge of their room assignments.
“Second Lieutenant Menoetiades is no longer in our shared room, sir. Was he moved?”
“Yes. He requested to be moved because apparently he isn't getting any sleep due to your snoring. Congratulations, you have the room to yourself now.”
Achilles started to frown, but quickly fixed his expression to a neutral one before he saluted. “Thank you, sir.” He walked away without another word.
When he got back to his room, he hated the silence. He hated even thinking about it as his room instead of their room. This was what he had craved up until yesterday, but then Patroclus had called him beautiful. There was such a comfort in that phrase, but it had scared Patroclus off. The emotions that were stirring inside him were new, he'd never wanted to share his space before but now he felt he needed it.
Achilles had the worst night of sleep since he'd arrived that night. He'd been unable to stop his spiraling thoughts about Patroclus. He showed up to their drills looking absolutely miserable, but no one made a comment about it. He went through the motions, but his mind was still on Patroclus instead of proper bayonet techniques.
Patroclus continued to avoid Achilles, and by the end of the second week, Achilles didn't really want to even leave his room. He thought about how ridiculous it was that one encounter could alter his emotions so much but that didn't mean he could change them.
They were given a day off and Achilles used his free time to do what little research he could into the British and French sodomy laws. He was surprised to learn that homosexuality hadn't been criminalized in France since 1791. He realized that even once they got to France they would be subject to British Military law, but the realization was still a comforting one. He thought of how best to describe his thoughts and feelings with this new information to Patroclus. It took some time, but once he'd rehearsed it in his head more times than he could remember he went out in search of Patroclus. They still had a few hours before they had to be back in their rooms.
He found Patroclus sitting under a tree at the edge of the training camp with a book in his hands. The book was closed and upon closer look, so were the other's eyes. Had Patroclus not been sleeping well either?
Achilles cleared his throat and Patroclus opened his eyes, looking a bit startled. He looked even more so when he realized it was Achilles in front of him.
Achilles wasted no time. He sat down on the ground in front of Patroclus and launched into his speech, although it didn't come out as well as he'd rehearsed.
“Patroclus, please come back. I didn't think it was possible to miss someone like I've missed you since you left. I don't know why you left, but I can guess. Maybe I was a bit too forward. I didn't mean to scare you off. We don’t have to do anything you aren't comfortable with. We'll be in France soon and we probably won't even have much time to ourselves if any, but I still want you by my side. Did you know that homosexuality has been legal in France since 1791? I found that out today–”
Patroclus put his hand over Achilles’ mouth to stop his rambling. Achilles looked surprised, but fell silent.
“I didn't realize you were such a nerd. Looking up French law on the only day off we'll probably have? It's…well, it means a lot actually. I was nervous and I didn't want to tarnish your reputation. But if you want me at your side, I'll be there.”
Patroclus removed his hand and moved in closer to Achilles. “I'll do whatever you want.”
Achilles looked beyond relieved. He smiled, looked around to make sure they were alone and far from anyone's view, and kissed Patroclus softly.
The kiss was an exploration, a beginning with so much possibility, but Achilles kept it brief since they were still out in the open.
“Transfer back to our room and we can do more of that. We can figure out what to do once we're in France if we even have time. I don't want to waste any more time.”
