Idk man I was really waiting for Sam to show everyone he could use his powers for good and fully embrace who he is and be confident and badass but now they turned it all angsty and dark and “he went dark when we told him not to and now the apocalypse is his fault”
I just hope he’ll use his powers again, if he won’t I’ll scream
<b>Season 5:</b> Kill each of the four horsemen of the apocalypse and steal their rings, then combine them and set them down while you recite a really long and complicated incantation.<p/><b>Season 11:</b> Open the door.<p/><b></b> Go inside.<p/></p>
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Here’s the thing: I got this prompt a year and a half ago for my 1001 Followers Fic Giveaway, and never answered it. I think poor Anaander (Mianaiaiaiai) probably wanted an au of Vorkosigan Saga characters in the world of should-have-ended-with-s5 Supernatural, and I have no real objection to that but I am, at the moment and for the last year and a half, bored of that particular flavor of angst. So let’s go the cooler route, and talk Vorkosigan Saga with supernatural elements. Specifically, because they are my jam, faeries.
Because they’d go out into space with humans, wouldn’t they? Of course they would. Still no one names them - the Fair Folk, the Good Neighbors - but it’s known that the Seelie Court settles on what comes to be known as Eta Ceta, and spreads their empire from there. Bright and smiling and deadly, artistry and charm, lying only in the spaces between pretty words. And the Unseelie, dark and dangerous, smiling only to show their teeth and untamed but by their own rules - Jackson’s Whole, that is. Where the letter of the law is written in contracts and anything can be bought and sold.
And in the middle, though not, praise god, literally, is Barrayar. There were Folk of each Court on this little colony when the wormhole closed, few enough that a miracle occurred: they banded together, because the alternative was being overrun by the humans. Now, it’s not said, that “Vor” is just another word for “Fae”, but…they bred with mortals, but the older the family, the purer the bloodline, and the stronger all the old rules. Truth, iron, Names…A man’s bond is his word and his name, because that cannot be broken. Only a Vor, or someone with their lord’s explicit permission, may wield an iron blade.
They’ve got to have a different naming custom than in canon, because something that simple and formulaic is an invitation to disaster. Or maybe all the repetition dilutes the power?
God help the first faerie to try to throw a glamour over Cordelia’s eyes; she will literally Sensible her way through it. I bet Illyan’s chip lets him see through glamour as well.
My eyeteeth for the scene, though, when she wakes up to a grey-eyed faerie lord pointing a stunner at her and demanding her name. The Fair Folk might be not quite scientifically explicable enough for practical-minded Beta Colony, but she know this is a damn awful situation. So she refuses until he returns the gift - and he does, enough to tell her “Aral Vorkosigan”, at least, which isn’t quite all of it. (He’ll tell her the rest alone in the clearing away from he prison camp, a year later or so, and promise that if she ever needs him, if she ever calls, he’ll hear, come as quickly as he can. She’s already declined his proposal at hat point. but she keeps that Name like a treasure, and starts stuttering before she’ll let it pass her lips.)
ALL the glamour in Cetaganda, and somewhat less classily at the balls each year for Winterfair and Gregor’s birthday, every Vor Lord and Lady showing off until the room swims with illusion and charm. Koudelka’s iron swordstick. Miles human enough that he can lie, but it gives him heartburn so he tap-dances through Naismith like a faerie prince of the old, old days. Mark feeling something click inside him as soon as he sets foot on Barrayar, or at least in Vorkosigan District, because even uprooted to other planets, the Fair Folk will settle onto a land and make it theirs, and Mark didn’t know until he got home.