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The barbarian princess joins the Bloodbrow party and trains up young bevel to pursue knighthood.

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Say You Love Me Too
AU: The Donna Trilogy | If I Could Turn Back Time
Note: This one kept getting longer on me, but I wanted to make sure I did these two justice. Here's hoping I have.
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âThirty days.â
Orrickâs words cut through the dusty air inside the walls of the cottage.Â
He and Zepheera hardly said a thing to one another since their talk over tea that afternoon. Nothing quite as meaningful, anyway. Her sudden return put a damper on his big plan to leave it all behind, and he hadn't accounted for dinner. Reckoned he'd borrow something nonperishable on his way out, just enough to sustain him on the journey between human houses. He'd steadily (albeit slowly) eaten through everything in their stores so that pests wouldn't find it and gather, ever since he decided what he would do if Zepheera didn't come back.
Now she had come back, and he didn't have anything in.
She was quick to offer to come with him on the borrowing trip, a standard food raid that he could easily do on his own. Still, with her penchant for vanishing, there was no way Orrick was leaving Zepheera out of his sight. So he agreed, and they silently traversed the darkened pathways under the floorboards and within the walls, all the way up to the humansâ pantry.
Despite their time apart, they fell into the rhythm of borrowing together right away. One kept watch while the other worked on subtly gathering food in a way that wouldn't be easily noticed, and they traded off these roles silently and smoothly. It was easy work for seasoned professionals, especially with most of the giant folk out of the house at that hour.
It was still odd for them both, how natural it all felt. Like nothing had changed, even though that couldn't be farther from the truth.
Orrick meant to emphasize that as he tossed the two words over his shoulder on their way back from a successful run.
Zepheera was quiet for the first few seconds afterward. âWhat?â she asked, though he noticed in her tone that she didn't sound like she'd misheard.
âHow long you've been gone,â Orrick confirmed. He sent her a quick backward glance, though he was only able to make out her general shape in the darkness. âYou asked, and it's only right I answer your question since you answered mine. It's been a month.â
His gaze lingered on her silhouette when he heard the slightest stutter in her steps, but she kept pace. He turned back to face the front once he felt assured that they weren't going to be separated again, and continued leading the way home.
It didn't sound like much, saying it aloud. One month. Some of Orrickâs most detailed sketches took him a few weeks to feel satisfied with the results. Zepheeraâd knitted jumpers in that amount of time as well. Neither of those tasks had ultimately felt like they'd taken an incredibly long time in the past.
When it came to waiting to see if your spouse would return home, unsure of why they left or if they were even alive⌠Then, a month felt like an eternity.
Mr. Orrick Hanes. Mean man, very bad. Likes bourbon and bloodshed.
Orrick, my dead gay son
Dwarven smith seeking a princess to knight him accidentally meets one.... but she's a warmongering barbarian who loves violence and horses.

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A dwarf and an elf raise a child togetherâŚ
Orrick is a military strategist/weapon collector who heard of Master Bloodbrowâs fame and went to commission the dwarven smith only to fall head over heels for her. He immediately moved to the village so he could see her more often and keeps commissioning her as a means of flirting but it is kinda over both their heads. They become good friends/both equally infatuated when Carmine takes in Bevel and they raise the dwarven baby together.
Carmine and Orrick end up fighting together in an end of times situation, where Orrick got hailed for his leadership/strategy, and Carmine became infamous for her quick smithing, working around the clock to fix armor, make arms, etc all while caring for a baby on her back. Orrick and Carmine fully entered a sort of platonic partnership, neither fully grasping the other is interested.
Carmine is seen as a very in demand by dwarven beauty standards, she is a highly skilled craftsman, trained fighter, and has a beautiful thick beard. Orrick is a bad boy by the standard of sun elves, whos culture revolves around peacocking. Heâs BEAUTIFUL, but he loves weaponry and has 1 chin hair which is diabolical. Carmine flirts by gifting orrick made gifts, while orrick flirts by buying things/showing off how groomed he has made himself for her, so she gets annoyed when he insists on buying clearly he doesnât appreciate what sheâs doing, and he gets annoyed because she must think he canât AFFORD the work đŤ.
Dwarven vs Elven flirting styles that cancel each other out until they realize 50 years later both have been flirting THIS WHOLE TIME.
^ helping their baby boy become a knight. Orrick belongs to my partner :)
Meet the OCs - Borrowed Time and Space
A summary of original characters featured in my Doctor Who/Borrowers crossover multiverse, as well as visual artwork commissioned to bring them to life! I'll do what I can to keep it updated as relevant characters are introduced.
Doctor Who belongs to the BBC, The Borrowers to Mary Norton, and these OCs belong to me!
General warning for story spoilers
Zepheera - The OG, My Beloved
art by the lovely @quackghost
Zepheera is a borrower, a diminutive humanoid race native to Earth. Shortly after she was born in 1927, an abstract creature from the stars latched onto her consciousness and granted her unique abilities. These diminished and faded as Zepheera and the creature by extension were put through incredible distress in her early life, causing it to pass away sometime after she turned 18. The only lasting impact from the creature remaining was an inability to age. Now, there seems to be no end to how long her lifespan has been extended so long as she survives. Which she's very good at as a borrower, raised with the skills needed to get by in a world much larger than her. In addition, she carries a mutated gene from her father's side that allows her to heal from injuries and wounds much more quickly than usual. The entirety of the Borrowed Time and Space multiverse centers on her as the Doctor's companion, no matter which Doctor.
She's been around for over a decade in my real life, and has grown so much from the daydream self-insert tiny companion of my youth. I have so enjoyed fleshing out her life story, expanding her universe and finding out how she responds to the different Situationsâ˘ď¸ I keep putting her in.
Because Zepheera's Origins and the overall basis of her character stay the same throughout AU, the characters under the cut will have more in-depth summaries. Last warning for story spoilers, and TW for mentions of child abuse
If I Could Find A Way
AU: The Donna Trilogy | If I Could Turn Back Time
Note: I expect the pace for Zepheera's side of the journey to pick up significantly from here on out. Her and Orrick's relationship was an important one for me to really get right considering how it usually goes, so I wanted to make sure it got all the time it needed for the important stuff to be worked through.
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December, 1969
Zepheera had explained to Orrick exactly why their home stayed so cold in the winter, and he thought he understood it well enough. Something about density and heat rising, leaving the uninsulated space under the floorboards with very little heat to spare. They did their best to combat that by wearing more layers, making warm food and drinks, and hanging up any fabric scraps they could spare on their walls.
It just left Orrick with few options for a blanket to use around the home on particularly cold days.
He'd rummaged through every possible storage spot he could think of before trying what had been affectionately deemed his and Zepheera's âofficeâ. Really, it was just a small side room for them to store supplies for their respective crafts.Â
Orrick had a hoard of paper and a few half-bound sketchbooks stored in a few matchboxes stacked into a chest-of-drawers, along with as many broken-off segments of pencil lead he could find and carve into various thicknesses. Zepheera's side of the room held more textiles; scraps of fabric, bobbins of thread, hanks of wool unraveled from socks, and plenty of tools she'd crafted for each skill needed. Several half-finished projects lay in baskets near the small seats kept in the room.
Soon after her return, Zepheera had helped Orrick reorganize their entire home for a fresh start, so he knew exactly where to look. It wasn't as though he could ask his wife when she was out.
She hardly left his side at first. They borrowed, slept, cooked, and ate side by side, day after day. Orrick reckoned Zepheera wanted him to remain secure in the knowledge that she would never disappear again.
After she'd been back twice as long as she'd been away, she started to fall back into the habit of taking solo borrowing runs. She always told Orrick where she was going and when to expect her back, a change from the simple notes she used to leave for him to find.
The last note she left had a terrible impact on him, so she opted against that method.
It took a few weeks, but Orrick found that Zepheera consistently returned when she promised to, and slowly he felt less and less anxious when she was out of his sight.
These solo trips were few and far between for months. As the weather turned cold, they grew more frequent. Six months had passed since her return, and by then Orrick wasn't overly worried by the time she spent out of the home. He could hardly blame her. As she said, heat rises, and so the upper rooms of the human house were much warmer than their home most of the time.
He was just considering joining her when he noticed something in the corner of his eye. Something colorful, lying on top of a pile of Zepheera's projects. It looked like a quilt that she was in the middle of stitching, patchwork fabric layered on top and bottom of what looked like a square of wool cut from a sock.Â
Orrick scooped the fabric carefully up, too cold to think more deeply on it than to recognize the beginnings of a blanket.
Once it was in his hands, he realized just how small it was. It'd barely cover his or Zepheera's lap once it was done. Orrick frowned quizzically before turning the fabric over, as though it would provide him insight to this odd project of his wife's.
It did, but it left him with more questions than answers. Not to mention an awful pit in his stomach.