ACOTAR GIFT EXCHANGE
Beyond: a Helion x LoA fic for @spell-cleavers
For the @acotargiftexchange I was thrilled to write this fic for @spell-cleavers who just so happens to be one of my very favorite people. Getting to know her over the course of this year has been such a joy, so I wanted to writer her something special. And by special, I mean I wrote my first ever smut scene. Can you believe?? Special thanks to @iambutmortal and @rosanna-writer for the beta help, and @separatist-apologist for allowing me to have a fun little cameo.
The Lady of Autumn has agreed to come live at the Autumn Court, though seems hesitant. Can Helion convince her that she belongs at his side?
And here's a little playlist!
She shines me up like gold on my arm
I wanna take it slow but it's so hard
I love to see her face in daylight
It's more than just our bodies at night
Do you think I'm being foolish if I don't rush in?
Beyond-Leon Bridges
MORNING:
Helion Spell-Cleaver was feeling a bit unhinged. It wasn’t a surprise, since he had been looking forward to this for centuries. But still, he was teetering on the edge of his sanity.
It couldn’t have been a more perfect day, though. The sun rose over the Day Court, cloudless skies stretching from the far valleys and hills in the east to the rocky coast and the city of Naxopolis. Groves of orange and fig trees surrounded the sandstone palace, brushing up against its white pillars and walls. The smells of citrus and trees were deepened by the warmth from the sun and a cool breeze from the turquoise sea. From the balcony, Helion watched the early morning sunlight reflect off the waves like small golden flecks. The room was peacefully quiet and open. Helion was certain when he had chosen the large and spacious suite, she would love it.
Now, he wasn’t so sure.
She had never seen the sea, she had told him once, many, many years ago, when they had only met under cover of darkness in the far corners of the Autumn lands. He chose the large wing of rooms as soon as she had agreed to move to the Day Court. Helion wanted a fresh start for them both.
They had each other again. They had their son, Lucien, who had agreed to stay too. Though, Helion would admit only to himself that he wasn’t letting his son and his mate out of his sight again. Never again would Thérèse be stuck in Autumn, never again would she be under anyone’s control. The members of his court were thrilled when he had found Lucien, and they were equally as thrilled when Helion announced his mate would finally come home.
But as he heard the soft cries of morning gulls, and the city coming to life below him, Helion’s doubts slithered back into his mind.
Will she even like it here? Will she ask Eris to take her back? She left once.
Yes, but that was to save us, and to save our son. Helion reminded himself as he took steadying breaths to calm his speeding heart. And I am not that monster. I will never force her. I am at her service.
A soft knock at the door brought him back to the morning. Costis, his butler, entered with a soft robe of linen in his arms. The satyr’s hooves clicked sharply on the tile, as he draped the ivory fabric chiton across a chair.
“Good Morning, my Lord. We’ve received word from Velaris, and the Lady Thérèse will be arriving with your son and his mate promptly at eleven o’clock.” Costis announced, crossing the room to bow. “Her personal items will be sent here.
Helion nodded once, quickly attempting to clear his mind. “Is everything else in order?”
“Yes, your Grace. The food is being prepared as well as the smaller dining balcony in the northwest wing. Nothing much is happening in the city, and The Magus has predicted fine weather for today. Perfect to show Lady Thérèse her new home,” the satyr said as he removed the sleeping robe from Helion’s shoulders. “I can send up for breakfast, unless you prefer to wait.”
“I’ll wait, thank you,” Helion said. He hardly had an appetite anyway.
Costis began to dress Helion, expertly wrapping the toga around him. The soft mix of linen and cotton promised a warmer day, the fabric hitting just above his knees. Enough to tempt, but not enough to scandalize. As Costis fetched his sandals, Helion removed the silk wrap from his head, satisfied that his hair still looked perfect. He had removed the ornaments from his locs for the occasion, instead opting for a small golden thread woven throughout his hair, tying it back with a leather strap. Helion placed a golden sun band on each bicep, cuffs on his wrists, and the small bronze ring Thérèse had given him five centuries ago. Striding to the mirror, Helion took in his reflection. He wore no crown, his toga was simple, and he was unadorned. He looked like the same male that went to the Equinox ball all those centuries ago.
The sharp clang of steel and bronze bells from the Magus’s tower rang, indicating it was half past ten. Helion straightened and took a deep breath. He had been planning this day for weeks, no, centuries. He was ready. “Costis, remind me of the possible itinerary I had drawn up.”
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DR. RIVER
I figured I would revisit the design of our favourite resident teacher's pet (doctor's pet?). It's my internsona, Dr. River! Though he's definitely more of an OC, at this rate. He just has a lot of my Quirks.
This was mostly made after he seemed to get quite a bit of affection in the RDL fanon channels; so, if you're curious on who exactly this pattern-loving nerd is, look below!
Dr. O. River (he refuses to clarify what the 'O' stands for) is a member of the Rhythm Doctor Initiative within Middlesea Hospital. In some routes, he is the intern - who, after the events of 1-XN, lost faith within the remote feature of the project; and began to attend to patients in person. In others, and most commonly, he is an intern supervisor - a role given to him by Dr. Edega when one particular intern came under his wing.
Speaking of Edega, River is mostly known for his core feature: he's Edega's favourite.
To put in better words: River thrives off of overwork. The more you give him, the more energy he'll have - and, in turn, the more work he'll get done. In addition, he's professional to a fault, seeming almost robotic in the way he presents himself. Observant, efficient, and, most of all, apathetic.
Or, at least, that's how he presents himself to the lead doctor.
Truth be told, River is far friendlier as he looks. An absolute dork with a literature degree; he'll take any chance to ramble about language, formatting, prose and the like. One of his biggest features as a supervisor is that he knows stress when he sees it, and will take an intern's pager (claims its for "intern surveillance") entirely to mark half of their tasks as complete ("I've already treated this lot. Just stick to these four, and I'll handle the rest"). He also hates Edega's guts - more than you think. No, more than that.
He'll drop lore at the drop of a hat ("Want a fun fact? 'M Scottish. Don't sound like it, but I've got a whole lot o' siblings in the central highlands."), crack jokes on a whim and laugh at himself ("How do you get two whales in a red mini?"), and fake Edega's footsteps entirely to scare his first and favourite intern: Dr. Desert [owned by the lovely @fufupng].
In short: Dr. River is a monotonous nerd with a heart of gold. He can predict when patients need treating, and has an obsession with pattern recognition - but, if you need some help with that overwhelming list of tasks Edega has you doing, he'll gladly do 80% of the work for you. As long as you let him talk about words.
[Have any questions about him? Let me know! - Emo]
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We don’t celebrate Thanksgiving in ma house but we do like to say what we are thankful for.
I am thankful for each and everyone one of you who follow me, have read my stories, indulged my imagination, and have been incredibly wonderful in your kind words and reaching out.
I wish you all a wonderful Thanksgiving, if you celebrate it, with friends and family (especially the ones we’ve chosen to call our family) I hope it is an absolutely fantastic day. If you are working, I am sorry and I hope the day goes by fast and your day filled with no asshole customers.
I am sending you all so much love and good vibes with a dash of a virtual hug 🖤🖤 Much Love, Jenn
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drabble day 4: memories
from @deancaskiss bex’s august drabble prompts
for most people, the memory of their significant other saying those three little words for the first time, is a good one.
but not for dean.
“we’re all out of cereal and milk so jack and i are going to pick some up. love you.”
dean’s heart dropped in his chest and he stumbled to where cas was leaning in the doorway, throwing his arms around him and burying his face into cas’s shoulder.
“you’re coming back.”
it wasn’t a question but cas answered anyways.
“of course, dean.” he pulled away a slightly to cup dean’s cheek. “… are you sure you don’t want me to remove the memory?”
dean leaned into cas’s touch and looked back and forth between his eyes. they’d already lost so much.
he shook his head. “i don’t want to lose another second with you.”
cas kissed him softly. “then you won’t. do you want to come with us to the store?”
dean smiled through his tears.
“i’d love to.”
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