alan of trebond

Alan of Trebond and Renge of Ouran

(Warning, spoilers for anyone who has not finished reading the series Song of the Lioness

I’m rereading one of my favorite series, Song of the Lioness, and am at the second book, In the Hand of the Goddess, when something struck me… 

So Alanna is complaining about being at feasts and how when she’s there she really can’t do much since she’s shy around strangers and flirting with girls is excruciatingly embarrassing. This is when she’s still disguised as a boy: aka Alan of Trebond.

Then it dawned on me. If I was one of the Ladies at court I would totally think Alan of Trebond was gay.

I don’t know if this is accurate to the world, I don’t really care.

Alan would have been a lot of news in court. He helped heal prince Jonathan of a deadly disease, accompanied the Prince to defeat ancient evil beings in the Bazhir deserts; fought and defeated a Tusaine knight who was more experienced, older, and a full knight while Alan was still just a squire; and was also the Prince’s best friend and personal squire. So, I’m assuming that Alan would have been pretty standard palace gossip. And when that squire is heatedly against flirting/engaging with women in any way and has never had any interest in females, and shows fierce dedication to his prince above and beyond your normal squire-knight relationship…yeah, I would have been shipping them together since the Bazhir. Also, there had to have been some sparks between them when they started getting together. Even if they were small. Come on, Alanna blushes at the drop of a hat when it comes to anything sexual. Fangirls would have picked up on something.

I’m not arguing this was happening. I don’t care if its cannon. But now I’m imagining a little gaggle of noble girls standing around in a corner in their elegant, puffy dresses, during the feasts giggling over Alan as he desperately tries to get his knight friends to stop forcing him to talk to girls. I’m also imagining one of them just happening to be on Palace Way when George plants one on Alanna. To them it would have looked like little Alan getting a kiss stolen from him by some friend in town. And now that girl is off to tell all of her friends the news. They’ll be sitting around a sewing circle the next day with their heads drawn in close trying to decide if they should tell Prince Jonathan that some rogue from the city is trying to steal his secret boyfriend, then they would decide they need to figure out who this man from the city is.

Dude, this is becoming a full fledge anime in my mind.

I’m imagining someone like Renge from Ouran being the leader of the Alan fan club trying to figure out how to get the Prince and Alan to confess their feelings to each other, or dramatically reacting to Delia of Eldorne coming to court and causing strife between them.

And now I’m imagining her and her gaggle of fangirls following Alan around EVERYWHERE. Them figuring out who George is and going melodramatic on it: ”will Alan choose the Rogue King or his Noble Prince? The man who stole his heart or the man he pledged his loyalty?” Them being there when Jonathan kisses Alanna in the garden. Of course, they would not have figured out Alan was a girl–in this scenario they would think Alan was cross dressing…cause come on! How many people with violet eyes would have access to Palace grounds?

AHHH, now I just want an manga of these girls reacting to Alan’s love life. When Jonathan and Alan go to war and they hear about the Prince sneaking over to the enemy side to rescue Alan, against his father’s wishes. You can hear the ‘awwww’s. When Jonathan starts rejecting Delia’s advances and they all start drawing bets that he and Alan are finally together. Them standing outside Jonathan’s suits trying to find out if they were right or not (because, seriously, what else did you really have to do at court as a girl waiting there to get a husband? JK, I’m sure they had to do a lot…but still)

Except, they DO NOT KNOW that Alan is a girl. They somehow keep missing it. When Alan reveals herself to be female, they all do a jaw drop then a standing ovation (cause female power!)

I just, I don’t know what my mind’s doing these days. Its amusing in here.

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And those are only the people I talk regularly with.

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Maas Withdrawal Book Recommendations #7: “Song of the Lioness Quartet” by Tamora Pierce

For previous book recommendations, search the tag “Book Recommendations”!

Overview:

From now on I’m Alan of Trebond, the younger twin. I’ll be a knight.

And so young Alanna of Trebond begins the journey to knighthood. Though a girl, Alanna has always craved the adventure and daring allowed only for boys; her twin brother, Thom, yearns to learn the art of magic. So one day they decide to switch places: Thom heads for the convent to learn magic; Alanna, pretending to be a boy, is on her way to the castle of King Roald to begin her training as a page.

But the road to knighthood is not an easy one. As Alanna masters the skills necessary for battle, she must also learn to control her heart and to discern her enemies from her allies.

Filled with swords and sorcery, adventure and intrigue, good and evil, Alanna’s first adventure begins - one that will lead to the fulfillment of her dreams and the magical destiny that will make her a legend in her land.

*This is the story of Aly’s mother (and later father) from “Trickster’s Choice”!!!

One of my favorite things about Tamora Pierce’s books is how there’s a constellation called The Cat that occasionally disappears from the sky and walks among humans. I love how In the Hand of the Goddess, when everyone is suggesting names for Alanna’s black kitten with purple eyes (who she names Faithful), someone suggests Pounce. I think it was Raoul, but I don’t have the book in front of me. Then, in Terrier, the exact same cat is Beka’s friend, and she named him Pounce.

I wonder how big of a sexuality crisis Alan of Trebond caused for Prince Johnathan.

Like “oh my god why is he so adorable when he’s beating the shit out of Ralon of Malven what is wrong with me.”

And then “oh fuck he’s so hot when he’s holding a sword this cannot be okay I have to produce heirs fuck fuck fuck.”

And finally “OH THANK GOD if the Ysandir don’t kill us I’m going to tap that ASAP.”

Prompt #317 (by kuailongkit)

Lord Alan of Trebond realizing what his stupid kids did when the first progress reports come back. He is a scholar, after all. Lord Alan trying to decide what to do about his kids (should he call them back home?), and subtly giving Maude and Coram quiet support, knowing his kids would never take it directly from him. I know in the books he’s portrayed as a neglectful and bad father, but I want to see another side.

Past and Present

Coram hesitated before the sturdy oak door for a moment, before his resolve returned and made him rap his knuckles against it firmly.

“Who is it?” Alanna’s suspicious voice called from within her adoptive father’s study.

“Open up lass, it’s me,” he growled. From beyond the door he heard the sounds of furniture scraping and a latch being undone.

“Come in, it’s open,” Alanna called, closer than she was before.

Coram entered quickly, and, before Alanna could even say anything about it, he turned and shut the door behind him.

“I’m sorry, it’s just that everyone’s been turning me mad,” Alanna complained as Coram wrestled with the sticky latch. “Thayet, Eleni, Cythera, the maids, I know they mean well but this isn’t that big of a deal; I’ve been living with George and acting as the lady of the Swoop for weeks now. Today only makes everything official.”

Finally the latch went, and Coram could turn to face her for the first time. When he saw what she was doing he didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry.

The lass was seated daintily on a stool, wearing a breathtakingly beautiful pale lilac gown, with intricate swirls of soft lavender embroidery accenting it. The neckline dropped lower than any he could recall having seen her wear and made him blush deeply, while the bodice nipped in tightly at her waist, revealing the feminine curves she generally kept hidden. On her feet were delicate matching lilac silk slippers. Her face was carefully and tastefully made up, with only the impossible perfection of her skin and her unusually long and dark eyelashes to give it away. Her hair was nearly the same as ever, cut into a bob that just brushed her collarbone, but today it had a strand of pearls woven into the top, functioning as a headband, which seemed to brighten and illuminate her copper tresses. Coram had never seen her looking more elegant. She was the perfect picture of a lady, with the exception of what she was doing. Atop her lap was a large canvas sheet, which she was using to protect her fine silken gown as she polished her sword. Her fingers were as steady and competent as they always were, and for a moment Coram watched mesmerized as Alanna methodically rubbed her rag into the glinting steel surface.

It was possibly the most “Alanna” thing Coram had ever seen.

“Lass, what are ‘ye doing?” Coram cried.

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I made this post a while ago about Bitty giving Jack a lap dance to Queen Bey’s “Partition”, and I’ve been thinking about it since. So, this afternoon, this just… happened. Thanks a bunch to my wonderful beta, @sir-alan-of-trebond!

3.5k, explicit, gratuitous fluff. 

Read it here!


Contrary to popular belief, Jack doesn’t really mind the parties. He likes seeing his friends have fun, he likes the energy that thrums through the house, and he likes the carefree atmosphere of college students letting loose. It’s fun. At least, it has been on those few occasions that he’s made a brief appearance and been subjected to the tub juice induced insanity.

It’s just too much sometimes, so he often finds himself content to stay in his room for most of them. He’ll make brief appearances sometimes, have a drink or two, until he’s too tired or starts feeling overwhelmed by it all. He gets chirped, yes, but it’s good natured and he doesn’t really mind it. It’s a system that works.

However, it’s even better nowadays, because now he’s dating a certain Eric Bittle, who always shows up not long after he notices Jack has disappeared and will slip into his room to crawl into bed with Jack. Often this means he’ll flop on Jack, smelling faintly of liquor and cinnamon (he often drunk bakes), and presses smiling, sloppy kisses all over Jack’s face and neck until Jack’s stomach hurts from laughing at his absolutely ridiculous and adorable boyfriend.

This time though, when Jack hears the familiar footsteps padding up to his door and a hand on his doorknob, he’s still sitting at his desk in front of his laptop working on a paper.

He looks up just as the door creaks open, and Bitty’s blond head peeks into the room.

Bitty grins widely when he sees Jack, which, as usual, makes Jack’s stomach flip and his cheeks grow a little warm. It might be the few beers he had not too long ago, but Jack secretly knows that there will probably never be a time that Bitty smiling at him like that won’t make him feel like he’s glowing from the inside out. Sometimes he wonders if it’s a universal thing or a “being in love with Eric Bittle” thing. He can’t imagine not being affected by that smile, but then again, he’s completely hopeless for Bitty.

“Jack!” Bitty closes the door behind him, locks it, and darts across the room to Jack. He only has a moment to prepare before he has a lapful of Bitty, who decides to plop down and straddle Jack’s lap. “I missed you, Mr. Zimmermann,” Bitty drawls, grinning down at Jack like he’s the sun and Jack swears he can feel his blood sparkling in his veins.

Read the rest here!