Ezza's Place

-there’s a horse where I work named Lucy who HATES men

-like “bite your face off” levels of hate

-enter me, who’s been having gender thoughts but not really realizing what that means

-I’d been avoiding Lucy because I quite like having my face not bitten off thank you

-Then one day I forget that she hates men and I go into her stall with her to clean out the poo

-She Doesent Hate me but I don’t think anything about it because I don’t remember that she’s sexist

-Someone walks by and comments on how she never lets any men in there

-“ha ha weird”

-internally I’m screaming “holy shit holy shit holy shit”

-thoughts that I’ve been having suddenly start to make sense

jealous man I know” other men?!”

Legends

A story of romance, drama, and politics which neither Trevelyan nor Cullen wish to be in.

Canon divergent fic in which Josephine solves the matter of post-Wicked Hearts attention by inviting four noblewomen to compete for Cullen's affections. A small teaser for what's to come in the next chapter.

(Masterpost. Words: 185. Rating: all audiences. Note: this snippet is a WIP and may change before chapter release.)

CHAPTER 41 TEASER

The success of Trevelyan’s staying at the Inquisiton relied upon her putting across, in no uncertain terms, that remaining here was a good an honourable opportunity, and that to take it would be of great benefit to House Trevelyan. After all, they had to agree to the idea.

She hoped to have her missive written and sent by sundown. By nature, it would have to be posted urgent—by bird—thus confining her word count. But that was a necessity, if she wished it to arrive home before they began to wonder why she had not.

(And if she wished to beat her ladies’ maids inevitable attempt to tell her parents themselves.)

Eager to start, Trevelyan skipped up the stairs, into the hallway of the guest rooms. Strange to be here, given that she would not be a guest for long. Yet she’d miss it, all the same. This corridor was as home to her, now, and her room was—