#cherry magic th fic

[incandescentflower]

Cherry Magic Thailand Fic

I just realized I don't have a separate post for my fic masterpost of CMTh stuff and that should be remedied. My brain is still with these two weirdos.

Multi-chapter

without delay - ep 11 missing scenes, extended scene.

A Little Help From a Friend - au where Karan slowly tries to help Achi lose his magic as friends (WIP)

One shots

Afterglow - post-ep 9 kiss feels

a little more luck - Achi tries to help Karan enact a fantasy he saw when he was able to read his mind. Includes my tie thing.

five more minutes - morning snuggles

a gentle touch - 5 times Karan seeks Achi's comfort + 1 time Achi offers it

a little extra warmth - Achi getting used to showing small signs of his closeness with Karan at work

a special something - Achi takes care of Karan on a hard day

I'll never let you go - Karan amuses Achi with silly hand-holding antics

where the heart is - a little first kiss au before it aired in the drama

Required Research - Karan finds Kurodachi smut online and they figure out a productive way to use it

[faillen]

Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Achi/Karan (Cherry Magic Thailand TV) Additional Tags: Introspection, Episode Related, feat. my favorite lines of translated dialogue from the jp ver, irozukusubs you've always been real Summary:

Karan has known since the beginning.

Or: notes on pretending you're not starving

[tm-trx]

currents.10 [2024]

selections from my week in media [3-9 march 2024]

[reading]

Cuckoos Three by Cassandra Jean & Mosskat - A really lovely YA graphic novel featuring: boys falling in love, small town bigotry, mental health, a very cool sketchy art style, diverse characters, happy endings, and a goat named Billy. One of my favorite books I've read so far this year.

The Kaiju Preservation Society by John Scalzi - I read this in one sitting and had so much fun with it. Highly recommended if you love kaiju movies or just people being competent at their jobs.

The Straightest Path by meyari - MDZS canon divergence - Lan Wangji becomes Sect Leader after Lan Xichen is killed in the Wen attack on Cloud Recesses; this changes everything. It's a quick read but a good one.

[watching]

23.5 - It finally started airing and all I can say is: cute, cute, cute.

Cherry Magic {finished: 4 stars} - Thailand's version of the manga was mostly excellent. Tay and New were both great as usual, but once again a drama left significant character stuff to be revealed and resolved at the last minute instead of weaving it into the rest of the show. Apart from that, I really enjoyed it and I'm glad I waited until it was finished airing so I didn't have to wait week to week. And now I'm very curious to see what South Korea's version would look like.

Gruff by Julian Curi (Righteous Robot) {5 stars} - short film - The paper cut animation is wonderful and it's so well done. The story is emotional and heartfelt, and made me think.

Perfect Marriage Revenge {finished: 5 stars} - I loved this drama so much. I was prepared for standard kdrama romance fare, so the soapy-ness of it all was a pleasant surprise. I love me some high highs and low lows.

previous Currents posts

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[wlntrsldler]

marvel masterlist

bucky barnes:

series

DOPPELGÄNGER: Bucky has only been in love once and it was before he was put in ice and way before he became the Winter Soldier. What happens when Bucky meets Y/N, the exact look alike of the girl he used to love? (Social Media AU) (WIP) DISCONTINUED

ROSES: Bucky tells Y/N he’s the Winter Soldier. The next day, he’s taken by the government and that’s the last Y/N sees of him... until they cross paths again. But what if Bucky doesn’t remember her? (COMPLETED)

TO BE SO LONELY: When Bucky and Y/N signed up for this online penpal system, they never expected to grow attached to the other person behind the screen. (COMPLETED)

FALLING: Bucky has been distant lately. Y/N doesn’t know why. (COMPLETED)

THE BREAKUP CHRONICLES: A collection of imagines that can be read independently or as a whole fic about Y/N and Bucky’s relationship post-breakup. DISCONTINUED

one shots

NOT MY TYPE AT ALL: Y/N isn’t Bucky’s type but honestly, he doesn’t care about that anymore. (Not My Type At All by Jacob Whitesides)

SLOW DANCING IN A BURNING ROOM: Y/N knew that Bucky had to leave someday but that didn’t mean that she was ready when the day came. (Slow Dancing In A Burning Room by John Mayer)

CLOSE TO YOU: Requested! Bucky loves Y/N, he didn’t mean to snap at her. (Close To You by Rihanna)

LAST KISS: 1940’s Bucky tells Y/N that he got his orders. (Last Kiss by Taylor Swift)

KISS ME SLOWLY: Bucky keeps running away from Y/N. He doesn’t want to get attached. (Kiss Me Slowly by Parachute)

FALLING LIKE THE STARS: Bucky and Y/N fall in love but he’s sent off to fight the war. (Falling Like the Stars by James Arthur)

HARD PLACE: Bucky and Y/N can’t stop fighting and it’s getting too much. (Hard Place by H.E.R)

F&MU**: Bucky and Y/N hate each other… but they can’t stop letting their anger out through sex. (F&MU by Kehlani) 18+!

MAY I ASK: Y/N and Bucky see each other for the first time since the breakup. Y/N confronts Bucky on why he ended things. (May I Ask by Luke Chiang)

I WILL BE FOUND:  Bucky finally found the place where he belongs when he met Y/N but at times, he wished that he could somehow take the life he used to have and magically fit it into the life he had now. (I Will Be Found by John Mayer)

10 AM: REQUESTED! Bucky is hopelessly in love with Y/N. He stops himself from saying anything to her because he’s afraid of getting hurt again, not knowing how much more he can take in his lifetime. (10AM by Keaton Henson)

FLAWLESS**: Bucky and Y/N are friends with benefits. They found a new thing to play with in the bedroom. The Winter Soldier. (Flawless by The Neighbourhood)

CHERIE: Bucky doesn’t understand why Y/N is always so happy. He never thought he would be one of the people who got entranced by her until he was. (Cherry by Harry Styles)

TEE SHIRT:  Bucky and Y/N walk into a music shop and she hears the song her and her ex used to love playing in the background. (Tee Shirt by Birdy)

I’M LONELY: lex’s writing challenge! enemies to lovers; “Will you wait for me?” (i’m lonely by luz)

LOUD: Every time Y/N is afraid, she plays her music too loudly but this time, Bucky is there to comfort her.

BUBBLES: Short Bucky imagine about bubbles.

DOCTOR ME UP: Y/N is Bucky’s doctor when he wakes up in Wakanda. 

WHITE DRESS: Bucky loves her, so so much, especially as she walks down the aisle in her white dress. 

SHAWARMAS: Bucky has a crush on Y/N, the cashier from the Shawarma place. 

NO CLUE: Y/N and Bucky hate each other. Nobody knows why. Whenever someone asks, the pair just say, “I have my reasons.” Some think that something happened between them when Bucky was in hiding. Some think that Bucky did something to Y/N when he was the Winter Soldier. Some think that there’s no actual reason- they simply hate each other.

RITUALS: You died on a mission and all Bucky has left is the voicemail you left him before you got on the Quinjet. 

FAMILIARITY: Love is a foreign concept to Bucky. 

peter parker:

JEALOUS: Where Peter tells Y/N that he’s Spiderman and things go down. (Jealous by Labrinth)

[iwantoceans]

9 Fandom Peeps to get to know better!! :

I was tagged by @thisautistic <3

3 Ships you like: this is hard

My #1 of course of course has to be Vegaspete

My #2 (right now) is probably Myungha/ Yeowoon

And my #3 is probably bostonnick

First Ship Ever : wow that’s really hard but at the top of my head I remember Toya and Yuki from Card Captor Sakura

Last Song You Heard :

Favourite Childhood Book : I’m going to have to say Harry Potter

Currently reading : I haven’t read an actual book in so long. I just consume a lot of fics now and call it a day

Currently watching : Cherry Magic TH!! And I’m loving it. I’m also going to start 23.5 todayyy

Currently consuming : vegaspete content always and also a lot of genshin

Currently Craving : chocolate!!

I’m going to tag @misspoetree @jdotsodomite @awwfuckno @vrag-veshtica @tswizzlesfan @porschesbabydaddy @bunnakit @kinyeee @i-got-the-feels @a-slut-for-vegaspete

[z-haven]

Tagged by @becomingabeing (hi! )to answer these questions and then to tag nine people to get to know better.

last song: Roar by The Boyz.

currently watching: Dead Friend Forever, Cherry Magic Th, The Apothecary Diaries, Solo Leveling

three ships: YaiJom (I Feel You Linger In The Air), AlanJeff (Pit Babe the series) and Jaewon x Jihyun (The Eighth Sense)

favourite colour: Black. But also purple and then blue (I'm drawn to cool colours and even the colour red).

currently consuming: I'm having lunch right now - rice, red beans and stew chicken.

first ship: Before I even knew what shipping was Sinbad/Maeve (The Adventures of Sinbad).

relationship status: single

last movie: My Beautiful Man: Eternal

currently working on: fanfic WIPs (I've got the draft sorta down but I know there are blanks to be filled in), plus a longer fic on hold and an idea for another one etc. Once I have ideas for fics, I just 'jot' them down for later.

Okay so this is no pressure so I'm gonna tag these lovely people @tabbygray , @alicestillfalling, @ulfynja37, @prapaiwife, @imaginaryfriendashkun, @clairedaring, @sammie-lightwood-bane, @michaelkiettisak and @ladyrauxel

[watchingblsnowandforever]

[This is my nth time doing an intro post and I still have no idea how to go about it]

Heyy! I'm Koko =D

She/they 🏳️‍🌈

Age? Hm, maybe I'm a 100+ year old vampire, maybe I'm an adolescent. Who knows...

Welcome to my blog! *pushes stuff into a suspicious looking closet and forces the door closed* It's a mess, but then again, my whole life is a mess so-

8 Me Facts: love watching queer dramas (mostly South/South-East Asian, and especially Thai Bls or GLs), like learning languages (fluent in two, can speak bits of around eight, and I can say 'I love you' in about 12 languages), desi and very gay, love all animals, a sucker for love and given the chance a very sappy romantic, love taking pictures (especially of the moon and flowers), eternally sleep deprived (with a nonexistent sleep schedule) and I have around a million hyperfixations at any given point (I'm also passionate about a bunch of things)

Oh, and I also write. Sometimes. When my brain lets me-

My fandoms are too many, and I occassionally dabble in most of them, but mostly I'm active in the BL ones

Tumblr wifey @desi-yearning <3 [And as she so put it, I am "an absolute idiot" and a "self critical piece of shit" which... actually says a lot about me. (It's okay, sweetheart I know you love me. <3)]

if you wanna know more about me

My Watchlist (basically Thai BL and other assorted Asian dramas) My (sorta) crack posts: -> We Are -> My Love Mix Up Th My kinda dormant but very beloved Cherry Magic Th trash blog @achi-karan

I don't have Spotify, but music is at least 80% of my life, and I listen to anything that tickles my ears

My asks are always open, for song recs, for moodboard or aesthetics requests, or if you wanna rant about something or just wanna be silly <3

Some other stuff below the cut (my vague as hell DNI, BL lineups, maybe a BL rec list if I can get started on making one, my fics maybe)

GMMTV 2024 lineup in order of personal preference that I update mostly regularly

DNI: I cannot and will not keep anyone forcefully off my blog, and if I don't like you I'll simply unfollow. NSFW? Well, my blog is mostly a SFW space, but I do reblog a lot of bls, and not all of them are PG-13, but I do try to always tag these stuff.

[le-trash-prince]

fandom get to know me better meme

tagged by @autisticbokutoenthusiast

3 ships you like: i'm gonna skip the obvious ones because y'all know those already

LunaAylin from 23.5: they're just so fucking cute y'all

Lin Chong/Lu Da from The Water Outlaws: ghostship for a book with no fandom but y'all…. straightlaced, self-disciplined, law abiding weapons instructor x loud, boisterous ex-monk who could never fathom denying herself of any worldly pleasures, and they become sworn sisters??? Lu Da gets gut wrenchingly jealous when Lin Chong trains with Chao Gai despite Lu Da asking her over and over?? like, maybe they're not gay but they sure ain't straight.

PangWave from The Gifted: my enemies to friends to lovers babies… the show should have let them kiss or hold hands or smth

first ship ever: i'll say kenshin/kaoru from RRK because they were the first ship i looked up fic for

last song you heard: Supernova Girl from Zenon…. i needed to listen to it to see if it was the same vibe as Speed of Love and i was right, they're siblings

favorite childhood book: I rarely reread anything as a kid, but I'm gonna go with the wishbone version of Jules Verne's time machine

currently reading: The Death I Gave Him, by Em X. Liu. It's a bit of a slow read for me (this is my second time checking it out from Libby) but I am enjoying myself.

currently watching: 23.5, Cherry Magic TH, Ossan's Love Returns, and slowly working my way through Chaser Game W (it stresses me out ok). Prob gonna start Love for Love's Sake with the bestie once we finish OLR.

currently consuming: water

currently craving: i'm going strawberry picking soon so I'll say strawberries

tagging @cryingatships @ohanny @supanuts @inrainbowz if y'all feel like it

[khaotunq]

some incredibly alluring people have tagged me in things. ro and pip @sollucets @boozles are way too hot for me to cope with, quite frankly.

people i’d like to get to know better

last song: i've been back on a The Vaccines kick, so I Can't Quit just finished and now it's If You Wanna

favorite color: green. everything that can vaguely be construed as green or vaguely green-ish is fair game. my entire flat is teal, duck egg, forest green, palm green, tropical plant prints, and also overloaded with actual plants. g r e e n.

currently watching: basically nothing, lmao. Cherry Magic TH, and I've given up on everything else. I did watch Love for Love's Sake the other day and I also watched Destiny Seeker and yelled at Chiara for half of it. She got a lot of voice notes/me recording my screen and rambling incoherently about it. She's a very patient woman and I think that's very sexy of her.

last movie: I don't really watch movies? I genuinely can't think of the last one I watched through.

sweet, spicy or savoury: Sweet if I had to pick one, I have such a sweet tooth, but I like all three a lot.

last thing you googled: dragon tea pearls, to check i hadn't invented them, for a fic i literally passingly mention them in.

relationship status: single and genuinely at peace with it.

current obsession: shokupan. i made a loaf the other day when i was sick and it's all i've been able to think about ever since. i'm considering trying to make shio pan. we'll see.

selfie/another picture you took: i posted a selfie last time i did this one and the last dozen photos in my phone are photos of my screen that i've been sending to chiara with commentary. instead, have a gif that'll appear as a bonus in an upcoming set:

idk anyone who hasn't done this but if you haven't and want to, say i tagged you and i'll not only not deny it, but i'll edit to put you here

[feydpauls]

current tag game

got tagged by @codenamesherry. thank you! 💛

Current time: 9:11pm

Current activity: listening to music and feeling miserable tbh (i kinda loathe the new year festivities and i can't wait for this period to be over)

Currently thinking about: my silly little feelings and situations i wish i hadn't put myself in so i didn't have to experience said feelings

Current favorite song: surprisingly, i don't have one

Currently reading: frankenstein and dune messiah

Currently watching: not counting the shows i have put on hold but intend to come back to: playboyy, pit babe, twins the series, love senior, healer, the sign and cherry magic th

Current favorite character: babe from pit babe and sprite from twins the series.

Current wip: just my TWOE fic. i really wanna finish it before my break ends but we'll see

tagging any mutuals who would like to do this

[phneltwrites]

tag game: 9 questions for 9 people!

tagged by @microcomets

last song: Stand by หล่อ by New Country which earwormed me hard

currently watching: cooking crush!!!! and cherry magic th, pit babe, i feel you linger in the air, love senior, and the sign. I spend a lot of time in the gl mine and love senior is the first one that I think has good zing

three ships: offgun, wangxian, hardison/eliot/parker

favorite color: green

currently consuming: just so many christmas cookies and also stollen

first ship: I was raised being told that xena and gabrielle were canon so that's baby's first ship but I think the first ship i shipped was legolas/gimli

relationship status: coupled

last movie: beyonce concert movie

currently working on: baking cookies... just finished my yuletide fic and im back to figuring out this firstkhaotung thing

tagging @brofisting @defractum @dulosis @freilie @sixohsixoheightfourtwo @luckydicekirby @fuhosh-i

[incandescentflower]

Hi! My heart would love more Karan/Achi: bandaging/stitching up an injury. Karan's Om is everything to me--though I wouldn't be mad at reciprocation either <3

hey anon! thank you for the prompt. I admit, I lean toward Karan comfort so let's flip it, but also keep Karan's Om. :)

hope you like it!

This is part of a Cherry Magic Thailand fic ask game I'm playing while the show airs. Send me a prompt from one of the lists and I'll write you a ficlet! Details are in this post.

This is also on AO3 here. The other prompt ficlets in this series are here.

a gentle touch

Five times Karan asked Achi to tend his wound and one time Achi offered

1 -

Getting to know Karan, Achi discovered that not only did he have crazy-ish thoughts and was pretty not great at singing, but he also turned out to be kind of accident prone.

It was strange that Achi had never noticed it before, but one day when Karan was handing Achi a report, he made a little noise, as if hissing in pain.

“Are you okay?” Achi asked.

“Oh yes, I’m fine, Achi. I just got a paper cut from this.” Karan held up his palm and there was an angry red mark on the side of it.

“Oh no,” Achi said. “Those hurt so much. Come here.”

Achi shifted over to the next chair and indicated that Karan should sit down next to him. It seemed to take Karan a moment to get Achi’s meaning, but he eventually sat down.

Achi grabbed the little plastic box he kept on his desk with a few first aid supplies like band-aids and antiseptic wipes. Just things to treat small cuts. Anything more serious was in the large first aid kit in the kitchen. 

It always helped to be prepared for these kinds of minor injuries, paper cuts especially, in an office environment. 

Achi took out the wipe and gently washed the cut. Karan flinched a little at the touch. 

Ouch.

It was a loud thought, as Achi had grown to learn most of Karan's thoughts were. Still, it surprised Achi. He had thought of Karan as someone who would be pretty stoic when it came to pain. 

He waved his hand over the area to try to get it to dry quickly and help the sting subside. He recalled the times that Karan had bandaged him up and decided he should also give it a little blessing as Karan always did for Achi.

Om. May his wound heal quickly, Achi thought.

Achi is so kind. He’s so good at taking care of others.

Achi smiled to himself. Of course Karan thought that. He always thought the best of Achi.

Achi placed the band-aid on gently and said, “There. All better.”

“It is,” Karan said, with a little smile.

********

2 - 

A few days later, Karan came to Achi’s desk holding his pinky gingerly. “Achi, do you have your first-aid kit?”

“Oh, sure,” Achi said, grabbing it. “What happened?”

He held it up for Achi to see. It looked to be bleeding a small amount.

“I caught it in a binder clip.”

“It looks like it hurts,” Achi said, opening up his kit.

“Only a little,” Karan said, holding his finger out for Achi to inspect.  

Achi fixed him up again. This time Karan didn’t seem to mind the antiseptic as much. 

Achi’s so gentle.

Achi's faced warmed, but he tried to not get distracted. He gave Karan another blessing and patted his hand softly to show he was finished.

“Just so you know,” Achi said, as Karan stood to leave. “There’s a kit in the kitchen if you need it. You don’t have to come all the way here.”

Karan nodded. "Okay. Thank you, Achi,” he said.

********

3- 

The next week Karan came for another bandage. This time when Achi read his mind, it looked as though he hurt it on his way into the building, accidentally scratching his wrist on the door as he held it for someone on the first floor. Karan had come into the office, dropped his things on his desk and came directly to Achi’s desk. 

Achi inspected this injury. He wasn’t sure it even needed a band-aid this time, but Karan looked so expectant, holding his wrist out for Achi to mend that all Achi could do was take care of it.

********

4 -

The following week, Karan came to Achi holding out his thumb, which looked the faintest color pink. When Achi took Karan’s wrist to inspect it, his thoughts showed that he had jammed his thumb in a drawer at home the night before. 

Achi tried not to laugh, although it was merely due to fondness. Karan was now apparently bringing any minor injury he had to Achi, no matter when it happened.

Achi simply raised it up to show Karan and said, "I don’t know if there is much to do for it at this point."

“Oh,” Karan said, looking disappointed. 

Achi could never stand that look on Karan’s face, even if it was because he was being kind of silly. So instead he held out his palm and gently laid Karan’s thumb on it, this time saying the blessing he had learned from Karan out loud:

“Om, may it heal quickly.”

Karan broke into a wide smile.

Achi always makes everything better.

********

5 -

Yet another week later, Karan had insisted on being the one to tend the grill at their work outing. He knew it wasn’t something Achi enjoyed and there were lots of people, all with their various preferences that made the whole thing particularly chaotic.

Still even so, it was surprising when Achi returned from the restroom and Karan had the tip of one of his fingers in his mouth. “What happened?” Achi asked.

Karan slid his foot over to touch Achi. Once he had found out about Achi’s ability, Karan would often use it in this way when they were with others. 

I accidentally burnt it on the grill. Can you make it better?

He looked at Achi with wide eyes and a little pout on his lips.

Please.

Achi let out a sigh, looking around at the group, who all seemed in various stages of inebriation and not paying too much attention to them. He then took his napkin and dipped it in his glass of water, and wrapped an ice cube he retrieved from his glass in it. 

He held out his hand under the table, waiting for Karan.

Karan beamed, not really looking hurt at all if you asked Achi. Karan placed the burnt finger in Achi’s palm, allowing him to press his cold napkin to it.

Karan managed to grill the rest of the meat with one hand, despite the fact that he continued to send Achi adamant thoughts that it still really hurt whenever Achi gave him a look asking if he was better.  

Just a little while longer. 

That’s what Karan always said now.

********

+1

Karan had come over to Achi’s place to help him do a few minor house repairs. Achi had a light fixture that was tricky to get open and needed a higher ladder to reach so it was best to do with a second person to help. Karan insisted on being the one to climb the ladder, saying he had looked into this particular fixture and figured out how to change the bulb easily. 

And it was true, he was only up there for a few minutes before he got the casing free and had unscrewed the bulb. He handed the blown one down to Achi and waited for Achi to give him the new one. It took the two of them only about five minutes to fix what it would have taken Achi a half hour to do on his own. 

It was yet another moment when Achi couldn’t help thinking how lucky he was to have Karan in his life. 

Once Karan was finished, he slowly stepped down the ladder, but he seemed to forget about the way the ceiling slanted and accidentally bumped his head on the way down.

“Karan,” Achi said, rushing to grab his arm as he wobbled a little, finally getting his feet on solid ground. 

“It’s okay, Achi,” he said. “I should have been more careful.”

“Are you okay? Do you need some ice?”

Karan shook his head. “It’s more my pride than anything,” he said, holding his forehead. 

Achi gently grabbed Karan’s hand to move it away. There didn’t look to be a mark and there were no signs of bruising. 

Still, Achi couldn’t help but want to do something. 

“Om, may it heal quickly,” he whispered and then placed a soft kiss to Karan’s forehead, a little to the side of where Karan had been holding his head.

When Achi stepped back, Karan was smiling brightly.

“Already much better,” he said with a sigh. Then he pointed to the other side of his head and said, “But maybe one more, just in case.”

[lost-my-sanity1]

People I wanna know better

thank you sm for the tag @hughungrybear (AND NO YOU'RE NOT ANNOYING US PLS KEEP ON TAGGING THE FAM)

Last song

Daylight by David Kushner and Let's Try by Khaotung Thanawat

Favourite colour

umm... grey? idk I've never really got to answer this question properly like I don't know what my favourite colour is. I say black grey and all because that's cool... oh wait... so I find them cool so that's my fav colour right?

Currently watching

good question so.

Last twilight (it's ending 😭😭😭😭😭😭)

The sign

Cherry magic th

DFF

oh yea I was watching pit babe and playboyy too but idk what happened and left them midway. will catch up soon tho✌

Last movie

well.... I'm not much of a movie person but I was trying to watch Phobia the other day. and 3 minutes into the movie I saw a comment something like don't watch it when you're alone and it's dark and I'm like okay yeah will watch later so :)

Sweet/ Spicy/ Savoury

SPICY BRO.

Relationship status

married to gemini

Current obsessions

reading stuffs on pinterest and tumblr about how patriarchy and capitalism affects everything

Last thing you googled

the translation of a song for my fic lol

Selfie or another pic you took

idk I like this picture for some reason

[houseofhurricane]

ACOTAR Fic: Bloom & Bone (19/28) | Elain x Tamlin, Lucien x Vassa

Summary: Elain lies about a vision and winds up as the Night Court’s emissary to the Spring Court, trying to prevent the Dread Trove from falling into the wrong hands and wrestling with the gifts the Cauldron imparted when she was Made. Lucien, asked to join her, must contend with secrets about his mating bond. Meanwhile, Tamlin struggles to lead the Spring Court in the aftermath of the war with Hybern. And Vassa, the human queen in their midst, wrestles with the enchantment that turns her into a firebird by day, robbing her of the power of speech and human thought. Looming over all of them is uniquet peace in Prythian and the threat of Koschei, the death-god with unimaginable power. With powers both magical and monstrous, the quartet at the Spring Court will have to wrestle with their own natures and the evil that surrounds them. Will the struggle save their world, or doom it?

A/N: Lucien attempts to return the Autumn Court to its rightful High Lord, while trying to figure out the worsening effects of the curse on Vassa. You can find all previous chapters here, or read Bloom & Bone on AO3. Thank you for reading! ❤️ If you'd like to get an early preview on the next chapter, follow me on Instagram at @house.of.hurricane.

The days after Vassa’s rescue are so filled with political deliberation between the High Lords and nobles of Prythian that even Lucien’s mind, so accustomed to strategy and scheming, is overwhelmed. He had planned for his reunion with Vassa to feature sleepless nights and tangled sheets, a variety of creative positions and a thousand different sounds of pleasure leaving Vassa’s lips. Instead, as soon as the meetings are over for the day, a member of the Night Court winnows her to the day’s meeting place so that she can join the long dinners, then ferries her to the Spring Court where she and Lucien fall into sleep. She reaches for him, insists despite the pain he can see in her eyes, the tears that fall as soon as their kisses reach a fevered pitch.

He always rises to find that in sleep, she has rolled to the farthest corner of the bed, where he cannot touch her even accidentally.

Still, when he tries to ask her what he can do, how he can help, she insists that he has other priorities. As if he cannot see the darkness around her eyes, the way that, in mere days, she’s grown almost frail. A shadow of herself.

When it’s decided there will be an attempt at diplomacy with the Autumn Court, Vassa rouses herself, invites Tamlin and Elain to join them for champagne to celebrate their emissaries, Lucien and Elain both having been selected.

“You’ll make sure she’s out of danger,” Tamlin says to Lucien as soon as they clink glasses, and Lucien, nodding, sees Vassa roll her eyes at Elain, who smothers her answering laugh behind her hands.

“You’re sure a firebird would not advance your cause?” Vassa asks, the joke turning plaintive. Elain reaches out her hand and then drops it, a thump against her skirts, before she can harm Vassa with a conciliatory touch. They’d agreed that the risk to Vassa did not merit the benefit of the clear alliance with the human realms. Not when the stories of Lucien and Vassa had begun to spread.

“I will keep him safe, Queen of Scythia,” Elain says after a moment, the smile in her voice, returning them to the moment, the kind of camaraderie she’d longed for in those weeks at the Night Court.

“Good,” Vassa says, and for a moment her face is alight as it ever was, her eyes sapphire-bright, “because I never worry about you anymore, Elain Archeron. You listen very well to me. Unlike certain High Fae males who love to hover over extremely capable women.”

She shoots a glance at Lucien, her lips pursed comically, and when he allows himself to laugh, he feels the brightness spread over his body, more intoxicating than the sparkling wine. He lets himself pretend, just for the space of an evening, that everything is fine, that this haven could be a lasting one, that he will hear these three laughing and teasing and happy all his life.

Before dawn, she kisses him and sets off for the lake alone.

“You can save this world with your words alone,” she says, her fingers on his face, gentle on the scars that surround his ruined eye. Watching her expression, he’d never know this gesture caused her pain. Still, knowing what he knows, Lucien cannot bring himself to take another kiss.

“I’ll save you next,” he tells her.

“Or you’ll watch as I save myself, Vanserra.” She smiles then, and swings herself from the bed to the door in a single fluid motion, as if they existed in a moment they have never known, when everything was all right.

Before the rest of the manor wakes, Lucien lights a candle, busies himself with the strategies, all the reminders he wants to give the rest of the diplomatic party, which will comprise Nesta, Elain and himself. It had been agreed that the High Lords would stay out of the initial stage of negotiations, and still Lucien worries that this group is too small, too tied to the Night Court, with two Archeron sisters with largely unknown powers who were all too recently human. And yet he has held his tongue. Because Elain has surprised him and Nesta has terrified him, and all three sisters seem to have a knack for prevailing when the rest of Prythian thinks they’re doomed.

For a moment, he wishes that he could consult Eris, but his brother has been staying in the Night Court, no doubt to Morrigan’s dismay. Still, given Rhysand’s relative strength, it makes sense to mark him as an ally. And for all that Lucien likes his brother in spite of himself, he much prefers the nights he spends in the Spring Court without the threat of his judgement and withering remarks.

Instead of ruminating over the past, he takes one more breath, reviews his notes, all the things that could unfold today, and decides that he is as ready as he can be.

By the time Lucien joins Elain and Tamlin for breakfast, he’s decided that the mission will prevail. Elain has even worn a dress in the tawny browns and deep greens of the Autumn Court, tied her hair back from her face with a red ribbon.

“Those colors don’t suit you,” Tamlin is saying, lifting a cherry turnover from the serving platter to her plate.

“What colors would you prefer me in, High Lord?” Elain’s cheeks are pink and while Lucien is sure that there are headier implications to her question, he decides he will not consider them.

Instead, he heaps his plate high and talks through the strategy with Elain, more for Tamlin’s benefit than hers.

“Do you think that Nesta will behave herself?” Tamlin asks, once the review is complete.

“Nesta likes Eris more than anybody,” Elain responds, in a tone that barely covers her amazement.

“Nesta’s job is to be terrifying,” Lucien adds.

“It’s what she’s best at, isn’t it?”

It is, of course, Nesta behind him, and Lucien shoots Elain a look, asking how will she kill me? Elain, standing to greet her sister, does not cover her commiserating smile, which seems to suggest his death is imminent.

“You’re ready for the Autumn Court?” Nesta asks Elain, who stand alongside the grand table, a study in contrasts. Nesta has come in her Illyrian, her hair braided in a crown on her head and her sword at her side. Her body is small but all of its angles are fierce, almost severe. Next to her, Elain looks impossibly soft, so gentle that Lucien is reminded why everyone always underestimates her.

But still Elain shoots back, “I’m the one taking us there. You’ll know when I’m ready for the Autumn Court. Would you like Lucien to remind you of the strategy?”

“Rhys and Feyre woke me up early to review. You’d think the dignity of the Night Court was at stake.”

“Only the peace in Prythian,” Lucien drawls, his eyes darting to Tamlin who, as expected, has his knife and fork clutched in an extremely tight grip.

“Feyre told me the same thing before she crawled inside my mind,” Nesta says, running her eyes over Lucien, redoubling her statement. “I know I’m only to speak when you want me to scare them.”

“And if Koschei is there, you do not fight him,” Elain adds, smoothing her fingers over her skirts. “Let Lucien winnow you.”

“You’ll let Lucien winnow you also,” Tamlin says, his voice strangled with restraint. Lucien can tell that he is trying very hard not to loom over Elain.

“I will let Lucien winnow me,” Elain echoes, meeting his eye as her cheeks go pink. Nesta lets out a sigh that sounds very like a snarl, and if it weren’t a sign of worry, Lucien would bury his head in his hands.

There are a thousand more important things at this moment than romantic tension. And still Lucien wishes this was his only problem.

So instead he meets Tamlin’s eye and promises to winnow Elain, does not look away from Nesta’s glare as he tells her that she is welcome to speak, he’s heard she has good diplomatic instincts, but he will welcome her sword if everything goes to shit.

Then, because for a moment he feels like his old self again, he meets Elain’s eyes and says, “Let’s see if you’re a real emissary now.”

When Elain sticks out her tongue at him, it’s impossible to hold back his laugh.

“Feyre is having too much fun watching you,” Nesta says, extending her hand towards her other sister. “Now can you please take us to the Autumn Court so I can stop hearing her cackle in my mind? I don’t think it’s good form to be late.”

Elain’s smile flickers out but she reaches for Lucien and Nesta, lets the tethering spell bind them, and the Spring Court rips away.

&

&

&

The wall of fire around the Autumn Court castle is new.

“I told you we should have arrived directly inside,” Nesta says, eyeing the unbroken flames.

“It would be an act of war to simply appear inside the court itself,” Lucien says as levelly as he can, reaching out to the wall of fire with his own magic, scanning it with his golden eye. There are protective and defensive spells interwoven with the fire itself, powerful enough that unraveling the magic isn’t a practical option. Anyway, an alarm has likely sounded.

Sure enough, the flames part just wide enough to let a person pass.

Lucien knows things are headed to shit when he doesn’t recognize the gangly squire who appears to greet them. He had hoped that his mother would be the one to welcome their group, even if his brothers would have been the more appropriate group, would-be High Lords welcoming the delegation sent by the other rulers of Prythian.

Instead they are welcomed like beggars, and the young male who greets them looks nervous.

He sees Nesta reach for her sword and doesn’t bother to try and restrain her. His brothers begin with disrespect and then quickly move to violence.

“We are the delegation sent by the High Lords of Prythian,” Elain says, her voice honeyed in a way that makes this nervous page blush and fidget. “Lady Cybele should be expecting us after our message.”

“Cybele d-doesn’t rule this court,” the page says, trying out a nasty tone that distorts his features.

Elain flexes her fingers and her skin takes on a golden glow that is distinct from the firelight. When he glances at Nesta, he sees silver flames flicker to life in her eyes. He wishes they would save this bravado for his brothers, but at any rate, the page grows pale.

“We’ve come to meet with whoever does rule this court.” Elain’s voice is now too pleasant. “And I’m sure you can agree that we should expect to find that a brother of its ruler welcome to enter without this kind of horrible scrutiny.”

“I was told that the b-bastard has to stay outside.”

Elain turns her glance to Lucien, her eyes gone wide. She can pull Nesta from the world, but if Koschei is inside, Lucien was always intended to be the quick exit.

Nesta interrupts, fingers wrapped around the sword at her hip.

“Who is inside the castle, boy?” Her impression of Amren is impeccable, and the page’s face grows pale.

He reaches for Elain but Lucien is too swift, and in half a breath the darkness has enveloped them and released them to the forests of the Autumn Court.

“He was going to take you to Koschei,” Lucien says before Elain can begin her protest. “Thank the Mother that my brothers are too stupid to train their henchmen.”

“Tell Feyre that we’ll need protection at the Spring Court,” Elain says to Nesta, squeezing Lucien’s fingers as she gives the order. “They could be coming for Vassa next.”

“The Valkyries are guarding her today,” Nesta says, “but we should get out of this court before we have to deal with any more Vanserras.”

“One is enough?” he asks, preparing the tethering spell, snipping its edges so that only the three of them can be carried by Elain’s magic.

“I’m fairly certain you and Eris are the only decent ones.”

“His mother is trapped in that castle,” Elain points out, grabbing tight to Lucien’s wrist, to Nesta’s. The forest becomes the passageways, becomes a winter forest scented with pine, a marketplace, an expanse of tall concrete buildings seemingly held to the clouds by magic, becomes, finally, the great hall of the Spring Court, where Tamlin waits, clad in his battle armor, two swords strapped across his back.

Behind him, still in his flawless court jacket and shining boots, Eris waits. And it is to that spotless figure that Elain runs, all the colors of autumn, her magic still aglow on her face.

Lucien launches himself after her but there’s a hand on his chest. Nesta. A warning in her eyes that he can’t decipher.

Elain stops inches from Eris, close enough that his features are cast in her golden light. Behind her, Tamlin looms, a sword drawn in his hand, ready to strike. But Elain does not hear or notice him. Her focus is only on Eris.

“Will you break the alliance with Koschei?” she asks, her hands on her hips.

“We’ve discussed this at length,” Eris says. Lucien can see in the tightness of his jaw that he’s trying to determine whether Elain can kill him, whether Tamlin will slice him to bits at her command. That he’s realizing the relative weakness of his own position, his rightful position as High Lord dependent on too many factors. That if Elain tried to destroy him, perhaps nobody would stop her.

“I am asking you as emissary of the Spring Court and friend to the Queen of Scythia. As the person who helped rescue you from Koschei, the death-lord who holds you under a curse. I am asking as the female who can harm you with a single brush of my fingers thanks to his spell on you.”

“I didn’t think you realized that it wasn’t only your human friend under his spell,” Eris says, and nobody can miss the way he leans back from Elain, an unmistakable confirmation.

“Koschei will try to tear apart Prythian until he claims both Vassa and me. He is likely searching for you as well.”

There’s a shift in Eris’ features, a pain he tries to hide, and suddenly the situation becomes deadly clear to Lucien.

“What did he promise you?” he calls to his brother, the only one he has a sliver of hope in. In a flash of movement, Tamlin’s sword is pointed at Eris, and Nesta surges toward him, coming alongside Elain with her own blade pointed at the would-be High Lord of Autumn.

“I haven’t allied with him,” Eris says, managing to smirk even at the steel pointed at him, all the allies he stands to lose. “But there are whispers that he can break this curse on me. A curse which a High Lord cannot bear. Not if he will truly rule his people.”

Elain steps toward him, her skirts sighing. She’s so close that Eris could grab her if he wanted, Eris who never shows his hand until it suits him.

“I know what it is to be a pawn,” she says. “And I am working to understand the complexity of Koschei’s magic. I don’t know, yet, how we could release you from this curse but I am working to find out. When I learn how, I will unbind you myself.”

“They should write legends about the overconfidence of your family,” Eris says, assessing her.

“If you ally with Koschei, Eris, they will never write legends about you at all,” Nesta points out, letting the tip of her sword snag on a button, which falls to the ground with a ping. “And you will lose the allegiance of the Night Court.”

Tamlin only tucks Elain against his side. He knows the allegiance of the Spring Court does not much matter, especially to a member of the Autumn Court, who so easily invaded.

When Lucien finally speaks, he’s surprised at how easily the words fall from his lips. As if he had been dreaming them.

“If you vow to fight against Koschei,” he says to his brother, “I vow that I will not rest until the High Lords of Prythian go united into battle for your throne. You should know that I have friends in every court who listen to my counsel. You will not reclaim the throne without allies. And together, perhaps those same allies could join together and rid you of Koschei’s curse.”

He’s thrown in this last without knowing if it’s possible, without knowing if the High Lords would ever agree, especially given what happened to Feyre, but Elain stiffens at Tamlin’s side, the gesture her body makes when she has a new idea.

“I haven’t forgotten that you killed my father,” Eris says, finally, and the words sound like a threat, but Lucien knows his brother well enough to see the relief in his voice, the tiniest hint of the smile he’s unable to hide from a practiced observer.

“Beron tried to harm my friends.” Lucien meets his brother’s eyes, lets his meaning become clear. He lets his magic, the light and fire, burn in the air around him.

Eris steps back, away from the swords and the tense and thickening magic.

“Promise you’ll free me from this curse and I vow I will never ally with the death-lord Koschei.”

“As soon as Vassa is free, we will free you,” Lucien says, watches as Elain nods, as Tamlin lowers his sword, and Nesta reluctantly follows. “But first, it seems we will need to go to war for your throne.”

[adorablele]

what would your moots be like if they were an aesthetic?

ANON I FINALLY DID IT. yes, I sat on this ask for a million years because I didn’t know any aesthetics and I still don’t know many aesthetics but I managed to get help (this is all thanks to leyna who gave me a whole bunch). so when I originally did this, I had a scenario in mind because I wanted to do it like how those people on uquiz do (like choose an aesthetic and it’s a scenario filled with imagery) but I don’t think the scenario captured the aesthetic well so feel free to skip over it an just go to my bulleted explanation lol. however, I’d like to mention that the explanation may not be the best as to why I gave that moot that aesthetic. ANYWAYS I DID IT AND NOW I HAVE THREE OTHER ASKS ABOUT MY MOOTS THAT I WILL SIT ON FOR LIKE TWO MORE MONTHS.

this was very long and has details no one asked for. and I didn’t proofread this so if there are spelling errors or just errors in general, sorry.

@nzeeten allie - minimalist 

A sneeze echoed against the walls of your attic. You brushed away the dust on the box, smiling faintly at the little scribbles on top of the lid. Opening it caused memories to roll down your cheek. A lump lodged its way in your throat and you couldn’t help the melancholy swell in your heart. Your phone rang. There were unfinished papers littered on your desk. Your laptop screen started to fade to sleep, work not saved. It didn’t matter to you. You didn’t pay attention to the weight of adult responsibilities, not when your younger self smiled at you.

ngl allie gives me these really mature vibes, and who knows, maybe it stems from the fact that she wants a be a ‘kickas*’ lawyer. the overall mood of this scenario is nostalgia but in no way shape or form do I feel nostalgic when I’m with allie. she’s very fun and chill and amazing and outstanding and i love her- anyways, somehow the nostalgic vibe fit with minimalistic aesthetic? like I pictured an apartment with very simplistic features but you can tell what that person cares about through the pictures or the items that they keep. hmm I’d see some polaroids in her moodboard if she had one; maybe a single rose (in the middle) surrounded by different thorns that have little memories in each one? 

@sleepingrenjun cherry - baddie (new moot that I hope she considers me a moot too dkslaf)

Even after everything, you still went back to business. There wasn’t a care in the world as you glanced back down at your screen, files scattered on your desk and fingers tapping away at the keyboard. There wasn’t a care in the world as a pack of cigarettes were thrown back onto your desk and loud slam of the door. There wasn’t a care in the world when you returned to an empty bed, one meal, and one toothbrush. You sat out on your balcony and stared at the unlit cigarette in your hand. You felt no urge breathe in its toxic fumes, a voice in the back of your head scolding you for even touching the death stick. Tears streamed down your face and you raised one brow, smiling slightly. ‘what a shame,’ you whispered, looking up at the stars. maybe there was a little care in the world. 

so maybe this is based off of my most recent tag. it popped into my mind when I thought of cherry. this most likely stemmed from breathe me and idk if it quite fits with the baddie aesthetic...anywayssss I was aiming for a heartbreaker vibe! because cherry breaking hearts out here with her fics 🤧 kind of a lonely lifestyle of a very successful business person who doesn’t care about anything but their business (they actually do care a lot which [spoiler alert] is why mc doesn’t smoke in the end). heartbreaker gave me a baddie aesthetic. 

@passionfruithyuck clarie- soft grunge, dark academia

No one visited the library. You didn’t understand why. This age old building was still in pristine condition, exuding out elegance like no other. The tables were lonely and the chairs were cold. The bowl full of mints never lessened, the counter always empty. Time was all but a concept once you invested yourself in the shelves that were still polished with youth. Each book had its own personality, each page filled with questions, answers, secrets. No one ever visited the library, and you didn’t understand why. 

uhm yeah so a pristine hidden gem of a library came to mind. this, I think, stemmed from the fact that she know12s multiple languages (so a lot of knowledge) and it’s an honor that she’s my moot (a hidden gem). clarie, to me, is lowkey bada** which is why she’s soft grunge. if she had a moodbard, I think there would be some pastel and books (maybe some idaf pictures).

@renjunwrites denise - cottagecore 

You always passed by the quaint little flower shop whenever you were on your way home from work. Every now and then you would see someone exit, but most of the time it stayed empty. In need of a bouquet, you visited the store. Vases full of flowers furnished the tables, some unmatched as they littered the counter. The petals looked delicate, so delicate you were afraid that your breath would shatter them. Each step you took padded softly against the walls, no sound other than you, no one other than you. Simply you and the flowers.

that blurb is 🤮 I’m sorry I’m bad at explaining things omg. I honestly pictured an empty, neat but messy, flowershop when I thought of denise. she has this delicateness (missing renjunlite, can’t lie) to her like flower petals. I also get a vibe that she’s an organized mess, hence the mismatched flowers (because it’s a beautiful mess). 

@jisvngy dahler - plant mom aesthetic

It was another day at school. Another day filled with ‘the bell doesn’t dismiss you, I do’. Another day filled with the scratching of pencils and shuffling of paper. Another day filled with slumped backs, bored eyes, and the slow ticking clock. It was also another day for secret notes, hidden jokes, loud lunches and knowing looks with your friends. Your friends. They broke your day dreaming, made you laugh, copied your answers, stole your pencils, distracted you during presentations, all mundane things. Mundane things that you would never forget.

ngl I feel like I would become friends with dahler through school and she would honestly be one of the reasons why I look forward to school. you may be wondering how this associates to plant mom but okay hear me out. this scenario is kind of like everyday life, you know? like small things. plants are in our everyday life, whether or not we grow or acknowledge them. uhm yeah so connect those two and yay an aesthetic for dahler! would picture some succulents in her moodboard.

@jeonginks eiko - e-girl, fantasy academia

you were always told to never take things from the forest. you were never told why, so you thought there was no harm to taking a rock because, well, it was only a rock. it was a pretty little rock lying near the clear stream of water that glimmered under the rays of the sun. the green leaves above swayed gently with the wind; it was peaceful here, you thought to yourself as you slowly started to walk back home, the rock heavy in your hand. with each step, the trees seemed taller, the sun seemed dimmer and the river sounded quite loud despite you being miles away from it. suddenly, you couldn’t move, grounded by the roots on the ground. the rock started to burn in your hand, so you threw down, only for the searing to continue. you screamed as marks were carved into the palm of your hand. from behind you, a voice laughed, ‘weren’t you told not to take things that aren’t yours.’

is fantasy academia a thing? if not then just fantasy. e-girl goes with her fashion sense (if I’m assuming correctly cause your boots) but uhm fantasy because of her writing. go on her page and you’ll see so many people call her writing magical. so with that in mind, this scenario popped up. now she could be the rock, or she could be the river, or perhaps the trees, or quite possibly, the voice,, who knows, I don’t know, that’s for sure. her moodboard would be filled with nature.

@haechaaaaaaanssi janna - mermaid/fantasy, medieval 

The fire crackled, ashes gracefully flying out from the orange hue and up into the darkness of the sky. Your marshmallow sat on the paper plate, your stick abandoned next to it. You weren’t around the bonfire, no, you were along the shoreline. The chatter of your friends was distant, much quieter than the sea. It was calling you. The waves beckoned you in, pulling you farther and farther away from shore. The sand wasn’t grainy anymore, it was softer, mushier. The full moon shone above you, a spotlight you didn’t ask for. You kept walking, entranced by the sound. What was that sound? Goosebumps rose to your arm, the water swishing at your waist. What was that sound? It was like the tick of a clock, the whoosh of the waves, the whisper of the wind, but that’s not what you were looking for. What was that sound? You were neck deep until you remembered, you didn’t know how to swim, but it’s okay. You found the answer to your question. 

okay i’m not saying that janna is a siren (who knows maybe she is)! this isn’t what i’m trying to say lmao. it’s just the fact that her work is so angsty and immediately popped into my mind when I thought of an aesthetic for her; somehow it led to fantasy/mermaid? like the ocean is mellow, beautiful and elegant but sometimes can be very powerful, loud and boisterous. in other words, janna can be exquisite and sometimes a mess. would see (obviously) the ocean in her moodboard, maybe a campfire or the night sky. 

@jensungf leyna - art mom/vintage

You struggled to yawn with a toothbrush slumped between your lips, arms up and above your head as the muscles tensed and the bones cracked. Your face was dazed with drowsiness and you languidly continued with your morning routine. But there was always something that made your mornings brighter. That something was the bakery down the street. Each time you stepped through the door, your nose was flooded with the sweet aroma of pastries. The taste of the treats were sweeter, always balancing out the bitterness of coffee on your tongue. You always stared at the crumbs of comfort on your plate, fascinated how it hugged you better than anyone you’ve met.

okay so maybe I should’ve put bakery as her aesthetic? but idk if that’s an aesthetic sooo,, but I can see her as an art mom aesthetic mixed with a little vintage. if she had a moodboard, possibly some fairy lights or some pictures of a really chill looking bakery, can’t not include sweet treats either.

@glossyjaems louna - skater, neon

Laughter filled the air, cracks of the bendable glowsticks echoing in the night. You twirled the one on your wrist, the green liquid neon against your skin. Mischief sighed with each step your friends took as they neared the metal fence. Your heart was pounding, hands clampy and eyes wavering at the faded red sign. It glared at you, ‘keep out’ it warned. That didn’t stop your friends, ‘and it shouldn’t stop you,’ they told you. The what ifs swirled on your tongue and rolled the eyes of your friends. ‘It’s going to be fine’ they reassured, and they offered you a hand. ‘Let’s live in the moment, yeah?’

ultimately really fun vibes. I pictured the recklessness of youth and dream’s go era when I thought of louna. would see like spray painting or maybe neon lights or glowsticks in her moodboard. 

@the32ndbeat // @juyeonzz qiu - vintage, dark academia 

You watched as people skied down the slope. Your hands wrapped around the warm mug of hot chocolate, the little pillows of marshmallows replicating the hills of snow outside. It wasn’t long until you heard the loud clamors of your friends as they made their way towards you. A smile found its way onto your lips as they bickered over whose snowman was the best. ‘Guys,’ you announced, causing everyone to quiet down, ‘clearly, it’s mine.’ back were the overlapping voices. You leaned back in your chair, eyes glossing over each of their faces. How funny that the impromptu road trip took you here. 

originally I was thinking summer vibes and the beach, but I already used the beach so why not the mountains? where there’s snow! cuz sledding and building snowmen with your friends is very fun. I know that this doesn’t really have anything to do with qiu’s aesthetic but when I thought of vintage, I got a lot of free-spirited, really chill vibes that I associated with road trips and friends. a lodge in the mountains and hot chocolate reminded me of dark academia somehow? yeah I don’t know how my brain works either. but anyways, I see books and hot chocolate in her moodboard if she were to have one.

@neocitybynight sunny - glam

Life was busy in hollywood. The snap of the director, the brushes of makeup artists, the tears of actors, the flashing of cameras, the questions of reporters, the tailors of dresses. At the end of the day, you always returned to your apartment on the highest floor. Barefaced, you change into an old oversized t-shirt, soft music floating to your ears as you think about your schedule tomorrow. The kettle starts to whistle, the boiling liquid warming the tea bag in your cup. The sun had retired, reminding everyone that the real stars weren’t on TV but in the sky. Though, cars still drifted the streets, lights still remained on, people were still awake. You opened up your book, a sigh falling between your lips as the drink soothes your throat. You glance once more out the window at the bustling city before falling into the world of your book. Life was busy in hollywood. 

yeah so this was what I imagined, I don’t know if that’s an aesthetic but I associated it with glam. like I also imagine those 90′s heartthrob edits if you were to make a moodboard for her. you could also fit in dark academia.

[perseusjackson-jasongrace]

Hello!!! How are you?

So I had this idea have you ever written or read a double date fanfiction of pipabeth and jercy? I really wanted to read one

and what's your all time favorite jercy and pipabeth fanfic?

You are my favourite blogger and I love this blog so much!!!

Okay this has legit taken me like a week to get to because life has just been the most hectic but even if I do say so myself I am obsessed with this fic and I really really really hope you like it.

Also you legally own my soul now because you said so many nice things it automatically ascended from my body and it's on its way to you😩🥺thank you my angel!!!!!

I have never done an active pipabeth x jercy double date thing but I think pipabeth is sometimes mentioned and/or featured briefly in my jercy fics or vice versa. The only one i can think of is my Bakery AU. My favourite pipabeth x jercy fic is Stranded by @punkpipabeth because everything about it is just *chefs kiss* and I love it endlessly. I cannot tell you the amount of times I've read that fic.

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Okay here's my one, please enjoy:

Find definitions to ballet terms here;  ma raison d’être means ‘my reason for being’

"Alright everyone, let's start from the chassè."

"And," His teacher rolls, "Five, six, seven eight."

Percy Jackson pushes off from the bar and strolls to the middle of the room, amusement swimming in his eyes. Jason Grace winks before turning to the front and standing in position.

He pushes his foot forward bending over his leg and brushing the floor with his fingers.

"Good Piper," She calls, "And grand jetè and pas de chat and relevè, relevè. Pirouette."

The music fades as they all breathe heavily, a leg raised behind them and arms fanned over their heads in a V.

"Well done everyone, good class. I expect to see that perfected by Tuesday. But for now enjoy the weekend and rest easy."

The class breaks into chatter and excited bubbling as the weekend stretches out before them.

"Piper," Their teacher says, "Can I talk to you about the costume?"

Percy flops onto the floor, talking a large desperate sip from his bottle and tugging off his ballet shoes.

"Ugh," Jason groans, "I swear these elastics get tighter every time I wear these."

"Maybe if you stopped stretching them with your massive feet you wouldn't have these problems." He teases, green eyes dancing.

"Shut up. Not all of us can look like faerie princes."

"You think I'm a faerie prince?" Percy wiggles his eyebrows.

"Graceful and devious?" The blonde matches his expression, "Hell yes you're a faerie prince."

He blushes, brown skin heating under that electric gaze.

"Hey you two," Piper McLean crashes down next to them, pulling at the ribbons wrapped under her ankles.

"Sup Beauty Queen," He smiles, "You looked incredible out there."

"You really think so?" She shares a rare look of shyness.

"Definitely." Jason's gaze is full of pride.

"Well thank you. Who knew playing Cordelia would be so..."

"Challenging?"

"Inevitable." She sighs and there are possibilities flickering in her brown eyes.

They finish changing out of their sweaty ballet gear in content silence. Percy doesn't bother taking off his tights, just shoves a pair of grey sweats over them before threading his arms through a wind jacket and leaving it to fall open on his bare chest. The wind is cooling against his heated skin and he almost groans in relief.

"You guys want to grab burgers at the Banter Bar?" Jason looks between them.

"Yes!" He squeals, "Gods yes! Let's go." He grabs their hands and races out the studio doors and into the vibrant night air.

Piper laughs, "Let me at least tell Annabeth to meet us there before she thinks I ditched her with no warning."

"Good plan," He echoes her happiness, as he tugs them out the gates and down the road.

The neon lights from all the little diners and bars make their skin look effervescent and their eyes glow with the magic of youth. The wet ashpalt from the afternoon storm is neon with allure. Tonight it feels like the world is theirs to spin and whatever direction it goes they'd go flying with it. Tonight feels like the start of something wonderful. He breathes in the winter wind and his lungs gasp like it's the first time they've tasted life. Tonight feels limitless.

The three of them skip up to Banter Bar to see an amused Annabeth Chase already waiting outside, her skateboard tucked into her side.

"Hello babe," She crashes into her girlfriend and they squeeze each other.

"Hello ma raison d’être," Piper whispers, kissing her softly.

Soon enough they're all flopping into a booth, menus placed in front of them and smiles stretching their cheeks.

"How was class?" Annabeth wraps a hand over her girlfriend's shoulder and slouches into the leather.

"So good! Your darling is spectacular." Percy grins.

She squeezes her shoulder, "I can't wait to see the show."

"It's not only me that's wonderful," Piper looks to the boys across from her, "They're unbelievable. I think Madam Alima is still astounded that Jase can jump that high."

"Says she hasn't seen anyone do that in all her thirty years of teaching or her twenty years of dancing." Percy brags.

"Well everyone in class is in awe of this one’s grace. Cannot count the amount of times people have stopped to stare as he does his adage." Jason fires back, blue eyes sparking.

"Can't believe I'm friends with the most talented dancers in the school." Annabeth smiles at them, her pride shining bright on her face.

The waiter comes back then to take their drinks order and when they all get chocolate milkshakes laughter bubbles from them like brooks and breezes.

"Gods," Black curls bounce as he turns, "Doesn't it feel like you could do anything right now?"

The girls thread their fingers together and squeeze softly before looking at him.

"There's just something about tonight." Piper agrees.

"Everything is irrelevant but this: to embrace life. To feel it. To savor it. To love it. Marty Rubin." Jason whispers.

"Yes," Percy turns to the blonde. To that strong jaw, and scarred lip and cerulean gaze. "That's what it feels like."

His head falls to his friend's shoulder and he feels a little closer to home. Their milkshakes are set down before them, a glazed cherry gleaming on the mountain of cream. With a delicious smirk he licks off the sugary whipping and offers the cherry to Jason. A gleam enters the blonde’s expression as he leans forward, eye contact like concrete sin, and closes his lips around the bright red fruit.

Their boundaries had always been a little blurred. Had always been one trip away from more. But it was fun, exhilarating to tiptoe on this edge. See who fell in first. If they would catch each other. Drag one another down with wicked smiles and warm hands.

"Where are we going after this?" Piper pauses her slurping to ask.

"Wherever the cobblestones take us." He shrugs. It's the kind of night to dream about the future and pretend the present is nothing but an exciting mystery.

"Let's go to the Hovel?" Jason suggests, pushing away his empty cup.

"Oh gods," Annabeth groans, "I couldn't even walk the last time we went there."

"Whose fault is that?" Her girlfriend laughs, "You were the one that fed us more shots than we have fingers."

"I’m a sucker for two-for-one. Sue me." She grumbles, sticking her tongue out.

"I'm down. But first I have to get out of these clothes."

"Before all that you little gremlins," Grey eyes narrowed, "Eat. I know how you guys get. Once an idea is sitting in your brains nothing else matters."

"Alright mom," They laugh and wave the waiter over to order greasy, cheesy, stuffed with everything but the kitchen sink burgers.

Class always makes them hungrier than should be possible and they can devour just about anything in front of them. When the food arrives, they dig in immediately. Faces stuffed and giggles bursting between them.

Jason picks a fry from Percy's plate and he looks at him incredulously.

"You did not just steal a precious potato from me."

The blonde responds by reaching over and stealing more.

With a laugh from the girls and a gasp from him, the black-haired boy jumps at Jason and attempts to steal his fries. But his friend is quick and the fries are held up in his right hand, high in the air and faraway from him before he blinks.

He scrambles onto the blonde's lap, unaware of the sharp inhale it drags out.

"Give me your fries you thief." He bounces as he tries to reach them.

Jason's hand is warm on his hip, keeping him pinned down so he doesn't go toppling onto the floor, "Nope. You were too slow."

He whips his ocean eyes to look at his friend, shoving his face so close their noses brush, "I was too slow?"

The boy hums and Percy’s attention falls the vibration of that smooth throat.

"Maybe you should have used some of that grace everyone loves you for."

He huffs a laugh, "Maybe you shouldn't steal."

"Trust me you stole something first." Blue eyes flash.

"And what exactly is that?" He breathes, as their foreheads fall together.

Jason just smirks and pushes him off his lap.

Annabeth and Piper are wrapped up in each other, whispering softly into their skin. They all turn to one another and if you ever went back to ask the waiter what they saw that night they will swear the room changed colours for that brief moment.

Later when the group arrives at the club, donned in outfits made from glitter and sacrilege, they shove their way to the center of the dance floor and became one with the music. Hands and skin and magic weaves between them. Like the start of something dazzling. Like obsession.

Percy wraps a hand behind Jason's neck and pulls their bodies together, so nothing is between them but electricity and indulgence.

"If this night never ends I'll be happy." He screams over the music, hot breath and joy in his friend's ear.

"Wanna die here?"

He can feel Jason's smile on his cheek.

"In your arms?" His lips graze a golden neck, "Every time."

"Want to know what you stole from me?" They pull back slightly, so emeralds and aquamarines meet.

"What?"

The blonde grabs his hand and puts it on his chest. He feels the rapid beating under his palm and his fingers curl into the shirt.

"If I fall into hell," He pushes into his face, "Catch me will you?"

"Let's fall together?" That grin is ungodly in its beauty.

"Lets fly."

And then Percy Jackson kisses his best friend and finds home between their souls.