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if I had a nickel for every piece of media where a high society closeted gay man begins a loving affair with a man below his station while his wife accepts and supports and loves them both. I'd have two nickels. which isn't a lot but it's weird that it's happened twice.
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happy pride month!!! always remember that you matter and that you are very loved ❤️ i hope this month brings every single one of you nothing but happiness 🌈
and in honor of pride month i present to you twitter au of roots of chaos couples (and canthe being a third wheel), enjoy!
#dumai of ipyeda#noziken pa dumai#kuposa pa nikeya#dumai x nikeya#wulf glenn#thrit#wulf x thrit#thrit of isborg#tunuva melim#esbar du apaya uq nāra#esbar uq nāra#canthe#the lady of the woods#tunuva x esbar#sabran berethnet#eadaz uq nara#ead duryan#ead x sabran#niclays roos#jannart utt zeedeur#jannart#jannart x niclays#the priory of the orange tree#tpotot#a day of fallen night#adofn#roots of chaos#roc#pride month
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Niclays: Get me some wine.
Jannart: Clay, it’s breakfast.
Niclays: And a piece of toast.
#the priory of the orange tree#tpotot#samantha shannon#incorrect priory of the orange tree#incorrect quotes#niclays roos#niclays x jannart#like i hate niclays tbh#but also he’s a total mood
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Priory of the Orange Tree really said gay rights!!
(As always click for better quality)
I love this book so much,,,, and I wanted to do some art of the two main couples! (Ead & Sabran on the left, young Niclays & Jannart on the right). Made using this template bc I am not good enough at art to draw without some kinda reference, if anyone knows the original artist lemme know!
Individuals drawings:
1. Eadaz & Sabran
I've drawn these girls before, but I tried a bit of a different style this time ^^ It's nothing amazing but it was fun to just draw some cute sapphics
2. Young Niclays & Jannart
I've never seen any art of these 2 so I decided to fix that hole myself! However I had to kinda guess what they looked like (the book descriptions are kinda vague) and I'm not too sure if I did a good job. I just love these two so much
(Unpopular opinion ig but Niclays is precious and one of my favourite characters, he's had such a shitty life and if anyone else hurts him I will hunt them down and stab them)
Anyways I hope you enjoy :)
#priory of the orange tree#priory of the orange tree art#potot#tpotot#potot art#tpotot art#sabran berethnet#sabran x ead#eadaz uq nara#sabradaz#eabran#ead duryan#niclays roos#niclays x jannart#art#mica's art#am I even doing tags correctly idk
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apple tarts and strolls along the river
also available on AO3
summary: “In Jannart’s opinion, Niclays needs to take a break.”
tags: fluff, markets, the grumpy old gay isn’t old yet (but he is grumpy), angst after the second cut
word count: 1140
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“Come on, you have to take a break.”
Niclays was perched on his seat, hunched over as he prodded something that lay on the table in front of him. Jannart did not know what it was, and he had a feeling he did not want to find out.
“I’m working, Jan.”
Jannart crossed his arms, shifting his weight as he gave Niclays a pointed look. “You’ve been ‘working’ for hours now, Clay.”
Niclays ignored his snipe. “And I will only work longer if you keep distracting me.”
Jannart let himself fall onto the sofa. He stared up at the ceiling and bought a hand to his forehead as he moaned. “You are killing me, Clay.” He sighed dramatically. “Whatever must I do without having every second of your time?”
Niclays did not fall for his dramatics. “I don’t know about your situation then, but I would be able to work. Without, you know–” he carelessly twisted his hand–“you constantly interrupting my focus and wasting that oh so precious time of mine you’re after.”
Jannart gasped. “Rude!”
Niclays shrugged. “You know I’m not one for the useless politeness and etiquette you learn at court.”
Sitting up, Jannart smiled. “And I love you for it.”
“Well you’ll show me that you love me by leaving me to work. Alone. In silence. At least one of the two.”
Jannart pushed himself upwards from the sofa. “But you need to take a break.” He wrapped his arms around Niclays’s, who struggled against his sudden bounds. “You’ll be able to focus better then. Working for hours on end is not good for you. Or your concentration, for that matter.” Niclays did not seem wholly convinced. To persuade him, Jannart pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Please. For me?”
Niclays threw his hands up (for as far as that was possible). “Okay, okay,” he gave in. “But only as long as I can go back to my analysing within the strike of the clock.”
“Then I will make that my mission,” Jannart said, and he pulled Niclays along.
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Brygstad’s Sunday Market was in full swing; bustling with people, rich with heavy smells and vibrant colours. Some people had decorated their roofs in preparation of the upcoming High Summer feast. Garlands with painted ceramic fruits were strung along stalls and houses, deep red cherries and dark purple plums.
Jannart pulled Niclays by the arm along the stalls, laden with all kinds of things: carefully crafted wooden figures, soft golden peaches, jewelry embedded with gemstones, sweet pies and savoury pasties in all imaginable flavours. As they strolled past, Jannart nicked a tart from a pastry stand decorated with woodvine, casually throwing a few coins on the counter.
“Here,” he said as they strolled along the river. He held his hand underneath Niclays’s chin, and the pastry in front of his mouth. “Taste.”
Niclays was not going to refuse. He took a tentative bite of the tart, and hummed as the sweet flavour spread through his mouth. “Hmm…” He savoured the taste. “Apple?” he guessed.
“You are correct, sir.” Jannart winked.
“I am naught but a simple alchemist,” Niclays protested, though his eyes wrinkled at the sides. “You are the high-born gentleman here.”
“Gentleman, maybe.” Jannart shrugged. “But a knight is clever, and you are the smart one here.”
Niclays nodded. “That’s fair. I am the smart one out of the two of us.”
Jannart laughed. “You don’t even try to deny it!”
“Modesty is for those who are insecure.” He shrugged. “I am not.”
Jannart raised an eyebrow.
“You are intelligent too, don’t worry.” Niclays waved him off. “But I’m just smarter.”
Jannart laughed. An honest and hearty sound. Niclays could listen to it all day. Well, as long as it wasn’t directed at him.
They continued walking, until Jannart spotted something. “You’ve got…” He stopped Niclays and put his hand up to his face. He wiped away a crumb that had stuck to the corner of his mouth.
“That tickles,” Niclays mumbled, trying to keep his mouth as still as possible.
“You say that as if it is my problem,” Jannart retorted. Finally, he finished. “There you go. A clean mouth.”
Niclays raised his eyebrow. “Why does it matter if it’s got crumbles?”
Jannart winked, and dropped his voice so only Niclays could hear. “Because I don't want to kiss a dirty one.”
Niclays snorted. “You say that if that’s my problem.”
Jannart narrowed his eyes as he realised Niclays had repeated his words. “Do you dare use my own words against me?”
“I believe I just did, good sir.”
Jannart threw his head back and laughed. “It’s ’my lord,’ remember?”
Niclays waved him off. “Details, details.”
They continued strolling along the river. Niclays’s features were relaxed with a smile. Right there, right then, everything felt alright. His lover was beside him. They laughed and talked, and ate apple tarts until the sun started to paint the sky in colours that resembled the petals in the flower garden at the Duchy of Zeedeur. And when they returned home, where no one could see them, they kissed and embraced one another until they fell asleep in each other’s arms.
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It was days like those he often thought of when he once again drowned himself in wine. When he sat on the mats in his house in Orisima, hunched over as he let the grief take over, drenching his soul in sorrow. When he thought of the times he and Jan had shared, happy and gullible. Unknowing of the times that would come, their minds foolish and drunk on each other.
Niclays wished he had appreciated it more then. That he’d taken in those moments like the wine he drank so greedily. Now, all he had were memories like these, worn by time like they were sand gentle waves lapped at, taking grain by grain until there was nothing left. An agonising death, it seemed to Niclays. What is a mind when there is nothing left? He hoped he would not waste away like that. It would be unbearable. Especially to a man like him, who clung unto his memories as if they were the fabric of his sanity.
On nights like these, he thought of days like those. When he stifled his tears with his pillow, if only not to scream in agony. When he thought of what was taken from him, and what he had taken from others. When he thought of Jannart, of the times they had laughed, the times they had cried, the times they had stumbled through the world like only teenagers could, blithe and childish. And how he would never once experience that again. How Jannart would never experience anything at all. Not anymore.
And he cried himself to sleep, reeking of wine and sweat and tears, weeping,
“Oh Jan. How I miss you so.”
#the priory of the orange tree#Niclays Roos#Jannart utt Zeedeur#niclays x jannart#jannart x niclays#janclays#my fics#alcohol tw#death tw#my fics: priory#e#roots of chaos#roc
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The Priory of the Orange Tree by Samantha Shannon:
- Niclays Roos & Jannart utt Zeedeur
Niclays had lived to hear Jannart’s voice, deep and mellow. Oh, he could sing ballads of its tenor, and the way it climbed to the height of passion when the conversation leaned towards art or history. Those subjects had set fire in Jannart, drawing people to its warmth. With words alone, he could beautify the dullest object or bring civilisations rising from the dust. For Niclays, he had been a sunray, illuminating every facet of his world.
#i confess i forgot that niclays had red-blond hair but i looked for a young jeroen krabbé and i'll stick to him#the priory of the orange tree#samantha shannon#tpotot#potot spoilers#potot#niclays roos#jannart utt zeedeur#and you guessed right i saved the ead x sabran for the last post in my priory ship series
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I'm reading Priory of the orange tree. (Spoilers ahead)
I'm exactly half way through the book.
I just read around 500 pages of lesbian slowburn and they only just got together. I read 500 pages of pining and got 2 pages of them actually being together and now I'll have to wait presumably a few more hundred pages to see them reunite ? I can't do this anymore.
#love the lack of homophobia in the story tho.#Combe is a bitch but not a homophobic one#oof what if Ead and Sabran's story parallel the one of Niclays and Jannart#anyways this book is consuming my very soul#ead x sabran#priory of the orange tree
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my fics masterlist
until that final sunrise
Ead cannot stop thinking about Sabran, and worries it will consume her.
ead x sabran, yearning, self-doubt, the gazing at the horizon yearning for your lover type of balcony scene
word count: 820
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apple tarts and strolls along the river
In Jannart’s opinion, Niclays needs to take a break.
niclays x jannart, fluff and angst
word count: 1140
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delirious
This was all madness, Reyna decided.
reynabeth, post-battle kissing, first kiss
word count: 940
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lie in my arms (for a little longer)
Piper is sick. Annabeth tries to care for her.
pipabeth, sickfic, domestic fluff
word count: 1890
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through the cold, i’ll find my way back to you
It’s the middle of the night, and when Sadie gets hurt, Jaz is the only person she can go to.
jadie, patching each other up, sharing a bed
word count: 3910
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darling when we fight (i swear i can feel the sparks)
“What about…a fight?”
“Why would I do that? I don’t have to prove myself to you.”
“Oh, you don’t have to if you’re scared.”
“Bring it on.”
gallory, sparring, first kiss
word count: 2530
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light blue nail polish (and blood-stained nails)
first: Charles and Silena have a picnic.
then: Silena after Charles’s death
charlena, regret, angst with a fluffy beginning
word count: 1210
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braids
It’s night, and Zuko wakes from the feeling of something tugging at his hair.
zukka, fluff, hair braiding, oblivious zuko
word count: 440
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love, when the sea rises to meet us
mermaid/pirate au inspired by this post.
It’s a relatively normal day for Piper—until she is captured by pirates. Their captain, a woman whose name is known by everyone above the surface or underneath it, has a strange desire to find a shipwreck that sank years ago. She asks Piper to become her (as she ever so nicely puts it) “tour guide.”
In which: Piper learns that there is more to the pirate Reyna Ramírez-Arellano than the fame and fear her name carries.
pipeyna, background ruegard, fluff and light angst but mostly actual plot
word count: 15K
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better left unsaid
femslash february prompt 1: “what are we?”
It’s night and they’re alone when Ty Lee asks the question. Mai doesn’t answer.
mailee, fluff and angst, secret relationship, aspec mai
word count: 790
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if i let go, would you hold on? (would we fly?)
femslash february prompt 3: fragments
Fragments of Katara and Yue’s time together.
yuetara, fluff and angst, canonical character death
word count: 3560
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find our somewhere
femslash february prompt 11: historians think we’re best friends
No one knew about the lingering touches and kisses stolen in dark corridors. But perhaps it was better this way.
gallory, royalty au, implied/referenced homophobia and child neglect
word count: 2320
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under the stars
femslash february prompt 15: late night
Ty Lee finds Mai sitting on the roof of the school in the middle of the night.
mailee, modern au, fluff and light angst with a happy ending
word count: 1110
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good morning
femslash february prompt 27: sleeping in
Reyna wakes up with her partners beside her, and decides to go back to sleep.
pipeynabeth, domestic fluff, sleepy cuddles
word count: 610
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in this moonlight
atla side character week day 7: pre-canon
Yue stands on her balcony, looking at the moon, lost in thought.
yue-centric, character study, canon-typical sexism, implied/referenced character death
word count: 1110
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looking back (i wonder)
mailee week day 1: boiling rock
Mai and Ty Lee + a look back on the Boiling Rock.
established relationship, post-canon
word count: 1710
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this moment (just for you and me)
mailee week day 2: flowers
Mai and Ty Lee sit in the shade of a tree in a flowery meadow.
fluff, flower crowns
word count: 320
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show me where my armour ends (show me where my skin begins)
mailee week day 3: hair
In the prison, Ty Lee asks Mai to do something they haven’t done in years.
hair-braiding, pining
word count: 1370
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with your arms around me (i feel safe)
mailee week day 5: cuddling
Ty Lee wakes up with Mai next to her.
little spoon ty lee/big spoon mai, fluff
word count: 520
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i think i’d better go (before i try something i might regret)
mailee week day 6: college au
They’re at a party, and Mai and Ty Lee almost kiss.
modern/college au, angst
word count: 1280
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my heart overflows (on paper)
mailee week day 7: free day
A letter Mai writes to Ty Lee, and one Ty Lee writes to Mai.
unsent (love) letters, fluff
word count: 740
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on this path in your absence
Sokka thinks about Yue as he keeps watch.
yuekka, angst, sokka-centric
word count: 460
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if i could choose (i would choose you)
zukka week day 5: soulmates
In a world where soulmates amplify each other’s traits, two people find love against all odds.
[Or: a Zukka soulmate AU with a twist.]
soulmate au, pining, getting together
word count: 11K
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wherever you go
riordanverse sapphic summer 2022 day one: future
Piper tells Reyna about her plans for the future as she braids her hair.
pipeyna, hair-braiding, hopeful ending
word count: 500
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scissors held by a trusted hand
One afternoon, Azula asks Jin to cut her hair.
jinzula, haircuts, pov jin
word count: 1240
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when it’s cold (i’ll wrap my scarf around you)
Back from the search for the Avatar, Kelsang finds Kyoshi in less than ideal health, and vows to never let that happen again.
kyoshi & kelsang, hurt/comfort, pre-canon
word count: 1300
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can i call it love? (in-between or something else entirely)
An exploration of aspec Katara + her relationship with Aang.
katara-centric, queerplatonic kataang, aspec katara
word count: 1290
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silent apologies
Piper and Drew talk the night before Piper leaves.
drew & piper, complicated sibling relationships
word count: 910
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happy moments
Sokka and Yue take Bumi, Kya and Tenzin to a fair.
yuekka, fluff, modern au
word count: 4230
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