#trcwlwweek2k19

[strawberryhajime]

“I Have To Kill You, I’m Really Sorry”

self indulgent pynch-killing eve au for trc wlw week day 5

[gansey-just-gansey]

@trc-wlw-week day one: Magic/Fairytale

AU where Blue is the only lady knight so she’s ordered to protect the Princess from harm during her quest to find the Welsh king, Glendower. Little does King Gansey know that they’re both bisexual.

[pynches]

@trc-wlw-week day 5 and the moodboard that fits my new multi-chapter wip

[trc-wlw-week]

header credit to @ipborgdan

about trc wlw week and this blog!

what is it?

for one week you are challenged to write a wlw fic (genderbend the male characters of trc) based off of a new prompt every day

when is it?

it runs from august 19th through the 25th

how do i join?

write a fic, create a fanart, or make an edit (just do anything that creates) that corresponds with the day, post it on said day, and either @ this blog or tag it with #trcwlwweek2k19. it’s really that simple! 

who started it?

it’s the brainchild of pretty much everyone on the discord server. join and scream about dead welsh kings with us if you want!

the official prompt list and a list of the people from the server that are a part of it will be posted soon, as well as a list of the “mods”. have fun and happy creating!

[skwudgie]

Local Kindergarten Teacher In Love With Their Hot Professor Wife

[art credit to @ummmmandy, to whom i owe my life]

here’s my contribution for day four of @trc-wlw-week: a tiny soft drabble with accompanying picrew images for the prompt teachers.

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“Mx. Czerny, your wife is here again!” came a sweetly high pitched voice from the hand-washing station in the back of the kindergarten classroom. Noah turned their eyes away from the group of students immersed in crafting gardens out of pipe cleaners and construction paper and looked toward the door to see that Kegan was, in fact, correct.

Renée Gansey stood in the doorway to the classroom, looking beautiful as ever in one of her best professorial looks: high-necked sweater, fitted pencil skirt, and smart black heels, with a brown plaid jacket and a scarf to protect her face and neck against the biting air of late November. Her beloved wire-frames sat on her perfect nose; she hardly ever wore contacts anymore. This morning, Noah had plaited and twisted Gansey’s long, golden brown hair into an intricate updo at the back of her neck, but now stray pieces fell out of the style in a way that somehow made her look even more gorgeous. She must have walked from campus. The wind-disheveled hair gave it away, along with the slight flush to her nose and cheeks. It was like she had every intention of driving Noah wild.

“What are you doing here?” Noah asked, laughter in their eyes as they walked toward their unreasonably hot history professor wife. “Don’t you have class?”

“Cancelled it,” Gansey shrugged. “Those kids could use a break anyway. They were starting to look like Ada did back in high school.” Noah screwed their face into an expression that demanded the rest of Gansey’s reasoning. “Plus, I missed you and wanted to come say hello.”

Noah softened immediately. How could they not? “You’re ridiculous,” they said, smiling and leaning in to give their wife as chaste a kiss as possible in front of their students, since they couldn’t resist.

“Awwwwwwwww,” came a chorus of tiny voices.

Gansey blushed. Noah smirked and whipped their head around to pointedly stick their tongue out at their students, to a round of giggles from the lot of them.

“I come bearing gifts, my darling,” Gansey said when Noah’s eyes returned to her. Up until that moment, Noah hadn’t realized she was even carrying anything, but now they saw a to-go cup in her left hand and an envelope in the other. “I got your favorite, you basic bee.”

Noah loved the way Gansey censored herself in front of the littles. They also loved her support of their pumpkin spice addiction. They accepted the cup gratefully and savored the first sip as if it would be their last, since it was almost December and pumpkin spice would be leaving them until next fall.

“I seem to recall you saying something along the lines of ‘your energy is already chaotic enough, you don’t need to be drinking coffee’ recently, darlin’. So why the latte today?”

“I know it’s your favorite and they’ll be out of season again soon,” Gansey replied, very logically. “And also, I love when you look at me that way.”

“And in what way is that?”

“As if I hung the moon.”

“Oh, love, that has absolutely nothing to do with the coffee.”

Gansey blushed and Noah felt their knees go a little weak.

“So what’s in the envelope, then?” Noah asked softly, reaching to snatch it from Gansey’s hand.

Gansey caught their wrist gently instead, pulling them close and whispering directly into their ear, “You’ll want to wait to open that until after class, I think.”

Noah shivered from the top of their spine all the way down, and their mind sparkled with curiosity.

“I’ll let you get back to your class,” Gansey said, stepping back but keeping a hold on Noah’s wrist. She said, “I’ll see you at home,” and lifted Noah’s hand to her lips, leaving a lingering kiss there before turning to leave.

Noah turned back to their class, practically aching for the end of the school day.

***

Several hours later, after clean-up time had ended and all of the littles had left with their too-big backpacks, Noah practically raced to their desk to discover the contents of the envelope.

“Fuck,” they whispered. A printed photo of their wife wearing only her beloved wire-frames had fallen out of the envelope as soon as they ripped it open.

They debated taking it home, but decided to risk slipping it back in the envelope and tucking it into their locked desk drawer, simply because they knew it would make Gansey crazy.

Noah stood, gathered their things, switched off the classroom lights, and began plotting their revenge.

[pynches]

give me your hand (save me) 1/6

a/n submission for day 2 of the @trc-wlw-week

summary: basically a 5+1 fake dating fic in which rowan lynch saves adeline parrish 5 times and the 1 time she didn’t have to

word count: 1098

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Adeline Parrish never perceived herself as pretty. Short dirty blonde hair that just reached her shoulders, unevenly cut with blunt scissors in the crappy light of her tiny bathroom, dull blue eyes, ringed with dark circles that always made her look older than she was, thin lips that always seemed to be pulled down. She had freckles littering her face, her body, every inch of her covered with them which revealed more about her than she wanted people to know. The scars running up and down her body were thankfully hidden by the cheap clothes she never really liked but wore for the necessity of them.

Her appearance wasn’t something she thought about often, there were more important things to fill her mind with, university applications, how to make it until her next salary, finding Glendower and saving Gansey from her impending doom.

She became more aware of her appearance, though, with the recent events she couldn’t stop thinking about. She didn’t know what it was that suddenly made her seem attractive enough to other people that they asked her out. Sure, she had gotten some attention from people before, but now they came in rapid speed, asking her for her number, on a date, flirting with her until it made her uncomfortable. Perhaps it was Cabeswater. Something had changed when she sacrificed herself, a feeling she couldn’t quite shake but didn’t particularly dislike either. She didn’t know what it was, she just saw the same old her every time she looked in the mirror. People looked differently at her, though, but the possibility of them looking at her and not noticing the dust of the poor outskirts of Henrietta that had settled on her skin like a flashing sign hadn’t even crossed her mind. She couldn’t afford to think like that, until she could.

The first attempt someone made at asking her on a date had been a week ago. Adeline had been grocery shopping with Rowan who had invited herself along, which Adeline hadn’t minded. Sure, Rowan still made her feel awkward and uncomfortable sometimes, stumbling through every conversation that now grew into more of a practised ease the longer she got to know the complexities that Rowan was made of. However, rather than making her want to pull away from her and the things she felt when Rowan brushed her hand accidentally or smiled at her with a seemingly less sharp pull to her lips, Adeline only wanted to get closer. Being one of the only people Rowan tolerated felt less like a poorly executed joke and more like a thrilling adventure Adeline had waited for her entire life.

Rowan was in search of snacks, most likely filling the cart to the brim on top of the actually necessary items Adeline knew Rowan would insist on paying for. They did this dance often, in grocery stores, at Nino’s, the movies that one time. Rowan would pull out her wallet, inconspicuously enough that Adeline mind not notice but she always did and she always stopped her. Yet, Rowan always tried again the next time.

She hadn’t even noticed the boy next to her until he tapped her on the shoulder. Ever polite Adeline Parrish had turned to him with a little smile she reserved for every stranger she encountered.

“I am Aaron and you are very pretty,” the boy said, trying too hard to sound seductive. Adeline reeled back in surprise but quickly schooled her features back into a more neutral expression, one she had practiced in the mirror many times and now came to her more naturally than anything else.

The boy was not ugly and maybe, if her mind hadn’t already been occupied with someone else, she would have laughed kindly, maybe even agreed to go on a date with him, which he was clearly after when he asked for her number.

Her chest tightened uncomfortably. She didn’t want to be impolite and brush him off with the aloofness she felt, but she also didn’t want to succumb to her need to please everybody and agree to go out with the wrong person.

Relief flooded her body when Rowan came into line of sight, her arms full of colourful packets Adeline quickly recognised as candy. She felt something fond curling in her stomach, but she knew her face must have revealed something because Rowan’s eyebrows pulled down into a frown and picked up speed just a little bit. She came to a standing next to her, closer than she usually stood.

“Aaron,” Adeline said, her voice laced with fake-cheerfulness. She quickly took Rowan’s hand and squeezed it in a silent please go along with this. “Meet my girlfriend, Rowan.”

Rowan’s head snapped sideways looking at her with disbelief in her eyes. She quickly recovered, though there was still something unreadable in her gaze. Her arm slowly moved to wrap around her waist, pulling her closer until she was flush against her. Adeline could focus on nothing but the warmth of Rowan’s skin radiating through their clothes, her strong muscles holding her like Adeline had dreamt about more often than she would like to admit.

There was a threatening pull in one of Rowan’s eyebrows alone and Aaron backed off immediately, hands stretched in front of him in a “please, don’t bite my head off” kind of way. Adeline smiled apologetically at him and sighed in relief, sagging more against Rowan’s body while she still had the chance. Adeline felt daring in doing so.

Rowan released her immediately and spun to face her. Rowan’s face was hard and steely, her arms now crossed over each other. Despite the wall that was building around her, Rowan’s eyes were almost vulnerable, studying Adeline as if she could find the answers she needed by merely looking at her.

“I don’t lie.”

Guilt hit Adeline with inhuman speed. She inwardly cursed herself for forcing Rowan to play along, for putting her on the spot with no way out. She couldn’t stand people deciding for her and now she had done it herself. With Rowan no less.

With the way Rowan looked at her sometimes, she thought she might have a chance with her someday. Though, Adeline wasn’t sure enough to voice her crush out loud, to tell Rowan that she had been on her mind for weeks now, to finally confess to the biggest secret she had to bear to date.

And now, when they paid for the groceries without Rowan putting up a fight for once and walked to Rowan’s shiny BMW, Adeline knew she really fucked up.

[strawberryhajime]

local butch heiress runs away from home to become a knight and tries to seduce a forest goddess along the way

[pynches]

a tale of two runaways, a pet raven, a chameleon in a polo, and a motherfucking horse

a/n: @bestpizzahoe and i teamed up and it was a 36 hour-ish, sleep-deprived rampage but we did it and we are very proud parent’s of our 15K+ contribution to @trc-wlw-week day 1

summary: A princess with magical abilities greater than herself is desperate to leave her tower. A poor girl with powers she doesn’t understand, desperately needs to leave her home that is not a home. What blooms from such an odd pair is both wonderful and fucking hilarious.

trigger warning: there are descriptions of violence so beware!

Once upon a time, there was a boy. He was a poor boy, but a special one, beautiful like the sun, with a voice that could make angels and devils alike weep and the power to save and heal. The boy grew up to be a man, and the man met a beautiful, kind, queen, with golden hair and a good heart, too big not to fit all of him inside of it.

Together they brought to the world three princesses, all beautiful like the sun and with voices that could make angels and devils alike weep. Only one of them had their father's magic flowing inside of her, though. That particular princess was now sitting over a window, her legs slipping from under her gown and mindlessly dangling in the air as she leaned to the side, watching the endless mountains and houses and villages she couldn't visit.

It wasn't always like this. There had been a time before the tower. Roselind used to be able to walk around, once, to run with her sisters around the castle, to hear her mother laugh, to be happy and free. But that was before her father was killed for the same powers that she had inherited from him and her asshole sister decided that locking her up would be easier than dealing with both her powers and the grief all of them had to carry. But that was her life, now, alone in a tiny tower with the sole company of a bird, an annoying enchanted history-obsessed chameleon and occasionally her sisters. Usually, the one she liked the least. She sighed, bored and uneasy. The next day, would have been her eighteenth birthday, the whole town was supposed to be filled with laughter, songs, happy citizens dancing decorated in flowers and stars, and she was stuck here.

With a damn chameleon peacefully laying in her lap that kept trying to lecture her on some absurd old foreign king.

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