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does it bother you? she asked me.
i did not ask her what she meant. strange to say, no. you are you. fool, lord golden, amber, and beloved. you are you, and we know each other as well as any two people can.
beloved, she said, and smiled sadly.
This has been expressed before, but it drives me BANANAS how Fitz acts like Amber is an unobtainable lost love. Like she’s the one who got away, the one he could never have and seems to want more than anything. She’s the one who jilted him and betrayed him (by… hiding how she feels from him), and he’s so jealous that he can’t be with her now because he’s already married someone else. Yet she’s the one facet of Beloveds who adores him openly and has declared how she feels to others. She’s the one standing there before him with her heart on her sleeve. She’s the one who will be up front with him and love him as a shut-in, an assassin, a witted bastard, a widower. All the facets of himself that bring him pain. FITZ you HAVE her love *shakes him* your love is bigger than you think. You already love this person. It’s okay to love the part of them that doesn’t hide her love for you. It’s okay to love more than one person at a time. It’s incredible how our hearts have the capacity to expand and encompass more people if we let it. Fitz are you listening?
He put his headphones back on. Sigh
Fanart of one of my favourite scenes from the ROTE fanfic No Choir written by @tragediegh! I adored this scene sooo much!
Go read No Choir on ao3 please <3
It's really really amazing <3
This fandom needs way more FitzAmber yuri ngl. The potential is so good 🫶
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🌻🌸Happy (belated) Springfest!🌺🌹
Happy Springfest to @everywaythatmatters! We're well into summer now, but there are still flowers if you know where to look. I am honored to write the fic to accompany your gorgeous art: I adored your Fitz and Amber and the Kelsingra setting. I hope you enjoy the dancing, the ambiance, the Fitzamber vibes, and a bit of lore about Realder and his Prophet. ❤️💙 Read it here:
🌙✨An Unexpected Dance 🎵🌃
It was after we’d gone several blocks that I realized that, though the streets were filled with memories of past nights rather than days. It seemed like that, while there had been some sort of system to keep the streets lit, there were also a few memories who carried strange lanterns. A group of Elderlings stumbled out of what must have been a tavern, drunk and rowdy, and I saw a couple dart off into an alleyway with a furtive look behind them. One of the streets Amber directed me down caused me to stop suddenly, awestruck.
Amber wants to show Fitz something the night before they leave Kelsingra on Tarman. They did not expect how much the city wanted to show them something in turn.
Thanks for organizing @springfest-rote !!
Prompt: Dance for @rote-microfic (137 words)
Fitzloved in my Fool's Fate fix it AU:
Amber held my hand in her blue-gloved one and led me far away from the burning logs, bringing our bare feet back on the green grass and laughing almost like chirping in my ear. I couldn't help but smile at the fire dancing on her brown skin and at her hazel eyes glittering like precious jewels that only the Rain Wilds would sell. Somehow I did not step on her foot but moved like in a dream at her humming. The song's unfamiliarity was both soothing and out of a fairy tale. I wondered if it belonged to her homeland but I did not dare to ask. We twirled around until the grass beneath our feet bowed to our steps. Fire crackled in our ears from a short distance and further away a river lent its murmur.
Did you hear that Lady Amber wed a warrior prince from the Six Duchies?