#fresh prince reunion

[dreamescapeswriting]

Reunions Embrace ~ HYJ

WORD COUNT: 2.1K

GENRE: idol!AU, established relationships, SMUT MINORS DNI, blow job, unprotected sex, reader taking care of the prince as deserved,

PAIRING: Hyunjin X Fem!Reader

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - March 2024

⤜MASTERLIST

The moment Hyunjin stepped into the house, a sense of tranquillity washed over him, filling every corner of his being with a comforting embrace. The home had been completely transformed since he left as if his absence had somehow imbued it with an even greater sense of warmth and homeliness. 

The living room was bathed in the soft glow of evening light filtering through the blinds, it felt like peace compared to the bus he'd been cramped on for months. The coffee table had a vase of fresh cut flowers placed in them, so fresh he could smell them from the doorway and his body began to relax completely but the one thing putting him into a complete state of relaxation was the smell of cooking. Not just any cooking but Hyunjin's favourite meal that was greeting him, instantly warming his heart as he went toward the kitchen in the hunt for you.

In the kitchen, he found you standing by the stove, your sleeves rolled up as you tended to a pot simmering on the stove. The air was filled with the mouthwatering aroma of his favourite meal, a comforting blend of spices and flavours that instantly transported him back to simpler times.

"Hey, you're home!" You exclaimed, rushing over toward him and instantly wrapping your arms around him, his arms snaking around your waist as his head rested on the top of your head. This was what peace was, this was everything he ever wanted in life. To come home to you and this hug. He held you close, feeling the warmth of your embrace chase away the lingering chill of his travels. 

"I've missed you so much," he whispered, his voice filled with longing and affection. It had been far too long since he'd gotten to hold you and he wasn't planning on letting go so easily. You smiled to yourself, letting out a happy sigh as you snuggled your head into his chest. 

The two of you spoke almost every day whenever you could but it was hard when his schedule kept him so busy on tour, but you understood the risks of dating someone in his career and you accepted them. As long as he continued to come home to you, that was all you cared about. 

Slowly pulling back you looked up at him with eyes that sparkled with joy and love, you were almost afraid if you looked away he would suddenly disappear. 

"I've missed you too," You replied softly, your hand reaching up to brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead, it had grown so much longer since the last time you saw him and you knew it was going to be irritating him sooner or later.

As you stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, he couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by a wave of gratitude for having you in his life. Despite the distance and the challenges you faced, you were always there for him, supporting him and loving him unconditionally. No matter the rumour going around you stood by him, waiting for him to tell you his side before ever passing judgement. Always there to care for him whenever he was sick or overworked, you were always there and he couldn't have been more grateful for you.

"I can't believe you cooked my favourite meal," he said, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. 

"You really are the best." He kissed the top of your head as you grinned up at him, your eyes shining with happiness. 

"Well, I wanted to do something special for you," You said, your voice filled with warmth as you slowly went back over to the stove to make sure everything was cooking nicely. You had a whole night planned out for him and it wasn't going to end with just the meal,

"Welcome home, my love." You whispered as he wrapped his arms around you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder while he stood with you and you cooked. And at that moment, as you stood there together, surrounded by the aroma of his favourite meal and the love that filled the air, he knew that no matter where his travels took him, he would always find his way back to you.

After savouring every last bite of the meal you'd lovingly prepared, he felt a warmth spread through his body unlike any he had experienced before. It wasn't just the delicious flavours that filled him with contentment, but the knowledge that each bite was a tangible expression of your love and devotion. As he leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smile playing at the corners of his lips, he felt a sense of peace wash over him. The worries and stresses of his time away seemed to melt away with each mouthful, replaced by a profound sense of gratitude for the love of his life sitting across from him.

"Wait right here," You whispered, your voice soft and soothing, you walked over to him, pressing a kiss to his temple and smirking to yourself.

"I have something special planned for you." Without giving him a chance to respond he watched as you disappeared from the room, anticipation fluttering in his chest like a butterfly's wings. 

Moments later, you returned, your arms cradling a stack of fluffy towels and a bottle of his favourite bath oil. 

"Come with me," You said, your voice a gentle melody that beckoned him to follow, almost like a siren's call and he was up in a flash, following after you in silence.

Together, you ascended the stairs, the soft glow of candlelight casting flickering shadows on the walls. As you reached the landing, you led him into the bathroom, where the air was heavy with the scent of lavender and eucalyptus.

With tender care, you began to fill the tub with warm water, the sound of rushing water a soothing symphony that filled the room. Once the tub was filled to the brim, you poured in a generous amount of bath oil, the fragrant aroma enveloping you both in a cloud of tranquillity.

"You don't have to do all of this for me," He mumbled a little, guilt weighing on him as he thought about all of the efforts you were going through for him. He'd been away so long and yet you were still doing all of this for him and a small part of him felt as though he should be the one to do this for you. 

"I want to, I missed you and want to take good care of you," You told him as you glanced over your shoulder, reading the look on his face easily and sending him a reassuring smile.

"But-"

"No buts, I want to do this and I will," You said sternly, making him chuckle a little as you stood up and turned to face him. 

"Now, it's time to relax." You whispered as you kissed him softly, slowly peeling off his clothes and dropping them into the laundry basket inside the room. Continuing to strip him and kiss his naked shoulders as you did so, smiling happily as you watched him sink further into relaxation.

Hyunjin stepped into the tub, sinking into the warm embrace of the water with a contented sigh. You knelt beside him, dipping a soft sponge into the water and beginning to wash away the cares of the day with gentle strokes. As you washed him, your touch was tender and loving, each caress a silent promise of your devotion. He closed his eyes, surrendering himself fully to the sensation of her hands moving over his skin, washing away the tension and fatigue that had accumulated during his time away.

"This is nice," He whispered, his head leaning back against the tub as you continued to wash his body gently. It was the first time touching him in a long time but it wasn't sexual, it was relaxing. 

"Lean forward." You whisper in his head, once he does you begin to run the sponge down his back, smiling as your boyfriend fully relaxes for you. 

"Thank you," He whispered as he leaned back against the tub, his eyes finding yours and smiling in a completely relaxed state. There was no place he'd rather be right now than right here,

"Anytime baby," You giggled a little, kissing him softly as he slipped further into the water, his eyes fluttering shut as you smiled leaning back against the tub enjoying him back with you. 

Hyunjin sucks in a sharp breath as he watches your soft lips wrap around his hard length, he couldn't remember how you'd gotten to the bedroom but he didn't care, he was in complete bliss. Your eyes flirt with him as you sink lower onto his shaft and back up again, his moans filling the room as his eyes flutter shut,

"F-Fuck I missed this," He mumbles, his hands clutching onto the sheets as you run your tongue up and down his length, using your hand to stroke what your mouth can't reach as your head bobs up and down, tracing the veins in his skin as you suck. 

"Just like that," He moans, his gaze now on you as you looked up at him, humming around him as you continue to suck him deeper, his praises filling you with determination. You wanted this to be the perfect welcome home for him and you were going to do anything for that to happen.

"Ffuuck," He hisses, your pace quickening as you suck him and stroke him faster, pulling off him to spit on the tip before taking him back into your mouth and to the back of your throat again,

"S-Stop...S-Stop," He begs as you pull back, afraid you'd done something wrong but he brought you onto his lap, kissing you deeply and hungrily as he wrapped his arms around you.

"I want to come with you," He whispered as he lined himself up at your entrance, your hands making their way into his hair and you bit down on his lip softly. 

"I need you" You whimpered, as he slowly pushed into you, your eyes squeezing shut at the stretch, it had been far too long since you'd been with one another but you needed this.

"Shit, Yn, you're so fucking tight," He groans, his head rolling back against the bed as you sank further onto his cock, letting yourself adjust to his length as you breathed out a happy sigh,

"You're too big," You mumbled to him, rolling your hips slowly moving your hips in slow circles as his hands clutched onto your hips, there was no way he was going to last long, not when it had been too long since you were last together,

"Y-Yn," He stuttered out, he wanted this to be good for you too but he knew there was no chance he could make you come like this, not with how needy he was,

"This is all about you tonight," You breathed out, biting his ear softly as you slowly began to raise your hips only to let them fall again, rocking back and forth on him as he moaned your name out loudly. Your breathing went faster and shallower as you moved your hips faster on him, his hands digging into your hips as he groaned squeezing his eyes shut and trying to list off baseball players to distract him,

"Come for me baby, I missed you." You moaned out, looking down at him as he whimpered, his hips bucking wildly as he couldn't fight it anymore, the urge to come taking over him as he bucked into you, your pussy clenching around him as he thrusts harder and faster into you. Cumming suddenly as he whimpered your name out, sweat dripping down his forehead as you continued to ride him through his high.

"Maybe I should have made you bathe last," You teased, kissing his lips softly as he whimpered, unable to find words to speak at that moment.

"I'll run a fresh one and I'll join you this time," You told him, slowly getting up and smirking as you made your way to the bathroom, your boyfriend's eyes on you the whole time.

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[yuusishi]

hi could I pls request malleus and Leona headcanon with spouses who are best friends (preferably this takes place alittle bit in the future) my and my friend both love the each and where just talking about how funny it would be for them to have to put up with eachother for their spouses :3

. . . JUST BEAR WITH IT!

pairings : Leona Kingscholar , Malleus Draconia (sep.) x gn!reader

genre : fluff + time skip !

cws/tws : none

a/n : I'm sorry if this might be ass this is the first req I'm working on after my small hiatus 😭

Leona Kingscholar !!

He didn't know if he should be impressed by you being best friends with the literal spouse of Malleus Draconia or the fact they were able to pull him in the first place.

But one thing that he does know is the fact he.does.not.want.to.be.here.

You'd notice that neither Malleus or Leona have changed since graduation. Still the same old tired cat from savanaclaw and the imposing but mainly socially inept fae from diasomnia.

As much as he'd like to bicker with the old prince, he'd prefer not to have (older) Sebek yelling into his ear how "ungrateful" he is for insulting Malleus during their "reunion".

So he sticks to the most passive aggressive jabs you can think of, ones that just almost fly over the fae prince's head. Almost.

These two were one of the smartest third years in their batch after all...

When their side of the table is stuck in a slightly tense silence, he just stares at you and your friend who had the totally opposite atmosphere around you two compared to him and Malleus.

He's glad you're enjoying yourself at least. He doesn't realize it himself but he's unexpectedly enjoying this get-together with old 'friends'.

Honestly you thought he'd be grumbling to himself once you got in the car about how much he dislikes Malleus, but you realize he's in an unexpectedly happy mood (with his resting bitch face still in tact), even agreeing to indulge in co-op gaming or having a movie marathon at home at the cost of staying up late :).

Malleus Draconia !!

😊

He's not one to purposefully rile up others for the sake of his own enjoyment, but if the other person starts it then who is he to reject the invitation to a fun little "argument."

To tell the truth, he was excited for this hang out with your friend. He's glad to meet your bestie and he doesn't mind catching up with a college friend (in his words).

After graduation he doesn't get to be as free as he was in NRC since he was the king now, so this meet up is like a breath of fresh air in the usual stuffy halls of the Briar Valley castle.

He isn't that different compared to Leona, their minced words against each other betraying their friendly smiles while you and your friend continued catching up.

You'd think the words Leona threw at Malleus would annoy the fae at least a tiny bit, but the sky remained as clear and sunny as it was when you left the castle for the day.

He enjoyed this atmosphere that the gathering brought, sometimes even wishing the other NRC students he studied alongside with were present.

Once your back inside the castle, you watch Malleus do his paperwork in his study with a little more pep in his step. He really is still that housewarden of diasomnia you've come to love.

[winxanity-ii]

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The battle was won. The war, for now, had ended.

Telemachus rode at the front of the Ithacan forces, his face marked by dust and dried blood, his expression unreadable. The men behind him shouted their triumph, yet their cheers were subdued by exhaustion.

They had seen too much, lost too many. The price of war lingered in their bones, even as the thought of home soothed their aches.

You followed unseen.

Occasionally, you'd drift away; your shears needed elsewhere to snip the threads of those whose time has come. Yet, inevitably, your path brought you back to him, the young prince whose fate you're deeply intrigued by.

You watched as their ships cut through the waves, observing Telemachus.

Despite the surrounding celebration, he remained aloof, separated from his men by the invisible wall of his thoughts and responsibilities. He stood on the deck, his gaze fixed on the horizon, seemingly untouched by the revelry around him.

His isolation was palpable, a solitary figure burdened by the weight of expectation and the ghosts of those he had lost.

Soon, Ithaca's cliffs loomed in the distance; the wind carried the scent of salt and olive trees, a far cry from the stench of battlefields past.

The ship glided into the port, and the soldiers disembarked.

On the docks, the people of Ithaca gathered, their faces a mix of hope and sorrow. Families pressed close, eyes scanning the returning soldiers, searching for familiar faces among the weary ranks.

Some found what they sought.

Joyous reunions unfold before you—tears and laughter mingling in equal measure, relief flooding through those who had feared the worst. Others, however, find only emptiness. Their search ends in the cold realization that some will never return to home's embrace.

And there, among them, stood Penelope.

Her hands were clasped tightly before her, her blue peplos catching in the wind.

She stepped forward—quicker, then running.

Telemachus barely has time to step off the gangplank before she was upon him, cupping his face as though to prove he was real. "My son."

Telemachus didn't speak at first. His fingers twitched at his sides before slowly coming to rest against her arms. He leaned into her touch, if only for a moment.

"Mother," he murmured at last.

Penelope's expression wavered, and then she was fussing over him, brushing strands of hair from his forehead, checking the fresh bruises and cuts marring his skin.

Odysseus watched from a distance.

The years had settled into him, the sharpness of his youth worn into something quieter, more tempered. He did not run to his son as Penelope did, but there was something in his stance—something in the way his gaze lingered on Telemachus—that spoke of pride.

When Telemachus finally turned to him, Odysseus stepped forward, clasping his son's forearm in a warrior's greeting.

"You've done well," Odysseus said simply.

Telemachus met his father's gaze. There is a moment—an understanding that passes between them, unspoken but felt.

And then, Penelope was speaking again.

"There will be a feast," she declared, her voice bubbling with the joy of his return. "You and the others—you must eat, you must rest." She barely gave Telemachus time to protest before she was shooing him away, gesturing for the servants to take him, to see that he was bathed, that he was prepared for the night's celebrations.

Telemachus allowed it.

But he didn't seem eager.

You watched as they led him away.

And later, when the halls grew rowdy and the moon hung high, you made a choice.

☆

☆

You sought him through dreams.

It was late at night when the world was hushed and shadows stretched long and deep, hours after the welcome-back feast had dwindled into quiet conversations and lingering goodbyes.

The palace was silent, save for the soft murmurs of the night breeze.

Telemachus was fast asleep, his body relaxed and unguarded in the deep embrace of exhaustion.

You emerged from the shadows to his sleeping form, pausing for a moment to watch him. Moonlight filtered through the window, casting a gentle glow across his features, softening the hard lines of his warrior's face.

Here, in the quiet of his chambers, he looked different—youthful, at peace, a stark contrast to the cold-faced warrior who had taken a life so simply all those days ago.

You leaned over, and with a gentle brush of your fingers against his temple, a shimmer of connection formed. His consciousness yielded, inviting you into the labyrinth of his dreams.

It wasn't difficult. The mortal mind is pliable in sleep, softened at the edges, drifting between memory and imagination.

You slipped between those cracks with ease, settling into the unguarded spaces where his thoughts lay.

You told yourself you did this to understand.

Was it luck? Coincidence? A warrior's instinct sharpened beyond reason? Or was there something else? Some force—some unknown, unseen thing—that had intervened?

You must know.

You must know so it doesn't happen again.

And so, his dreams opened before you.

And you stepped inside..

.☆.     .✩.        .☆.

You expected carnality.

That's what you've always seen.

Mortal dreams, when not touched by the gods, are selfish things—filled with hunger, with longing, with that ceaseless reaching for what they cannot have.

They dream of flesh, of power, of lost loved ones. They dream of desires so deep they drown in them.

But... Telemachus didn't.

You found him beneath the shade of a cypress tree.

The sun was high, warmth spilling through the branches in soft golden waves. He leaning against the rough bark, eyes closed, his expression unreadable. The grass bent with the wind, whispering in hushes that you didn't strain to hear.

He didn't stir.

It was a dream of peace.

A dream of stillness.

How rare.

You watched for a time, waiting for the dream to shift, for some deeper hunger to surface, but it didn't. If anything, he seemed to sink further into it, as if this moment—this brief pause in an otherwise chaotic existence—was something he wished to preserve.

But you hadn't come here for this.

You stepped forward, deeper.

The world bent.

The cypress and the warmth dissolved into mist, curling around your limbs as you pressed further into the hazy corridors of his mind. The deeper you went, the thinner the veil between memory and dream became.

And then—

A boy.

He was young—no more than five or six summers old. His frame was thin, wiry, his hair tousled from salt and sun. He stood in the courtyard of the palace, surrounded by men—older, stronger, towering above him.

They called him little wolf.

Though, not in kindness.

They laughed, their voices thick with wine, jesting about the boy's mother, about her "faithfulness" during Odysseus' absence. Their words were cruel, each one a barb meant to wound.

"Careful, pup," one of them chuckled, ruffling the boy's hair in a way that made his small hands clench into fists. "You bite too hard, we'll have to wonder who really taught you."

"Maybe you're more a stray than a prince. Who knows who you've really got running in your blood, eh? Maybe that's why you're so quick to snarl."

The boy didn't lash out.

He stood there, shoulders stiff, his jaw locked tight as he took the taunts. His nails dug into his palms.

He didn't look at them.

He didn't cry.

He waited until they were gone.

Only then did he exhale.

Only then did he move, retreating to the shadows of the halls, his small frame vanishing into the vastness of the palace as if he could disappear from the harsh world they'd thrust upon him.

The memory shifted.

A boy of thirteen.

You found him alone—his body leaner, his limbs stretched awkwardly as he grew into himself. He trained in the yard beneath the watchful gaze of no one.

No tutor. No father.

No man to guide his hand, to correct his stance, to sharpen his edge.

So he drilled himself.

Again. And again. And again.

The sun was low, casting long shadows that merged with his own. Yet he didn't stop.

He moved through the drills over and over, a wooden sword clutched in his aching hands, sweat dripping down his back, matting his hair to his forehead. His feet shifted across the packed dirt.

Each movement is deliberate. Repeated. A thousand times over.

His strikes were clumsy. His footing, uncertain.

But he didn't stop.

He pressed forward, his lips pressed thin, his brows furrowed in fierce concentration.

Every time he faltered—every time the blade dipped too low, every time his step was misplaced, every time he felt the sting of his own weakness—he gritted his teeth and began again.

It wasn't a skill he trained for.

It was readiness.

He was waiting.

Waiting for the day his father returned.

Waiting for the day he no longer had to prove he belonged here.

Waiting for the moment he'd no longer be seen as a child, but as something more.

You stepped closer.

Close enough to see the blisters forming on his hands.

Close enough to feel the sheer want burning in his bones.

His frustration mounted with each misstep. The wooden sword becoming an unwieldy extension of his tiring arms.

Finally, his endurance frayed, snapped by the weight of his exertions and the burden of expectations.

With a cry of exasperation, the sword clattered to the ground.

His energy spent, he collapsed beside it, his breaths heaving.

Dragging his knees to his chest, Telemachus tilted his head back, his eyes tracing the reddening sky as the sun dipped below the horizon.

In the silence, his voice cracked—not with pain, nor anger, but with something deeper. "Father... where are you?"

The quiet that followed was deafening.

A silence that spoke louder than any answer ever could.

And then—

The memory shifted again.

And now—he was older.

Not quite the man you saw on the battlefield, but close.

You knew this moment before it unfolded.

The threads of this event were woven long ago, stretched taut over the loom of fate, the echoes of many shears snipping with each thread you severed.

The suitors.

The great hall was awash in blood. It dripped from the marble columns, pooled beneath overturned tables, stained the once-pristine floors of his home.

Telemachus moved through the carnage with the precision of a man who had trained for this moment his entire life.

His movements were methodical, a dance of death perfected through years of silent preparation.

He fought beside his father now.

Odysseus—returned at last.

Reclaimed, reborn, bringing vengeance upon those who defiled his home.

Telemachus mirrored him, step for step, his blade an extension of his will.

Each suitor's life ended with a clean stroke.

Each final breath was swallowed by the great silence of the slaughter.

A man might've wept in such a moment.

Might've crumbled beneath the weight of it all.

But Telemachus didn't.

His expression was a mask of stone, unreadable even as the dying cursed his name.

He cut them down with the same ruthless efficiency as Odysseus.

It wasn't vengeance.

Not rage.

It was something colder.

Something... inevitable.

And you wondered—

How many mortals live their lives so deeply entrenched in both the mythical and the harrowing?

How many face gods and ghosts, war and loss, and emerge still standing, unbroken?

Enough.

You stepped away.

The memories unraveled, mist curling back into the void.

You withdrew from his mind.

You left the sleeping prince behind, returning once more to your duties, and after a few more snips, you returned home... if you can even call it that.

To call it a place would be a mistake. It wasn't a place, and yet it wasn't nothing.

It existed beyond existence, where time didn't pass, where the concept of form and function was a mere afterthought.

Here, the great spool of fate turned without ceasing, an endless thread twisting and stretching into eternity.

It was delicate, vast, incomprehensible.

To mortal minds, it was believed that the Fates worked tirelessly, aided by a hundred attendants—souls chosen to weave and sever the destinies of men.

They were wrong.

It wasn't hands that guided the threads. It wasn't effort that kept fate in motion. It simply was.

An eternal spinning. A balance.

A thing that should not be interrupted.

And yet—

When the halls are dark and your sisters weave their quiet rhythms, you find yourself thinking of him still... mortal who had slipped past his fate.

The son of Odysseus.

Telemachus.

You told yourself this wouldn't happen again. That you'd learned what you needed to. That his life was merely another thread in the grand design, nothing more.

And yet, you found yourself intrigued.

One step outside the weave, and what does a man become?

You think you'll watch him a little longer.

A/N: just wanted to post the first 2 chappies before i hit the hay; so what do you guys think?? it has promise???

[absolutebl]

GMMTV'S BL Line Up - Part 2

Presented in order of trailers I find most appealing:

The Heart Killers

FirstKhao & JoongDunk

Jojo directing an action romcom about assassin brothers (Khao & Joong) meet a tattoo artist ex-booster (First) and a mechanic (Dunk). I'm highly amused that Joong plays the older brother to Khao, and that we have a at take on Taming of the Shrew for that pair. I like that everyone is morally gray. This has all GMMTV's best chemistry in one BL and some fresh concepts that I've only really seen tackled in m/m romance (check out Amy Lane's Racing for the Sun, thank me later). I'm excited my only quibble is Jojo, I like his style but his characters can get unreliably messy so...

I genuinely dithered over whether this one should be first. Still it was the only trailer I grinned the whole way through, and had to watch 2x, so it takes top spot for me, but closely followed by a surprise silver medal...

Thame-Po (Heart that Skips a Beat)

EstWilliam

A boy band member and his documentarian start a forbidden relationship. I LOVE Est and am delighted to see him at GMMTV but I've been getting a fatigued by celebrity BL of late. However, after watching the trailer I'm 100% in on this show. I've been waiting for a Blinding Lights style idol romance and this looks like it might be it (Korea, Japan, and Thailand have systemically disappointed me over the past 2 years). Bring it, boys.

Revamp the Undead Story

BounPrem

GMMTV have taken on this IP about a vampire prince and the human who awakens him that was with WabiSabi. Interesting that GMMTV are bring out two vampire BLs as a result. This one involves a coven (hello, who called it way back in 2019? Me. I DID.) Anygay, coven includes Santa (no lies spotter with that one).

(Previously: Vampire Project from Wabi Sabi - trailer now removed, also previously My Broccoli)

Wonder if they will tank that JossGawin one? There'd likely be rioting in the streets if they did. But they might just let it fade away.

Sweet Tooth Good Dentist

MarkOhm

Finally Mark is leading out a BL! This one based on a Jittirain novel about a weird sunshine student dentist and his sugar-addicted patient, described as a romcom meets romantic therapy. Also, Jimmy is there, primarily to give me second lead syndrome. It looks silly but kinda earnest, I'm intrigued.

Perfect 10 Liners

ForceBook, PerthChimon, JuniorMark

New directing yet another university BL with engineers + their mentees. Based on a Jittirain novel. Massive cast. ForceBook playing the same old characters. Enemies to lovers tsunder/sunshine jock/nerd thing. PerthChimon are doing the cohabitation cool guy/dork trope. JuniorMark are doing popular sunshine meets lonely sad boy (the only interesting pair IMHO).

Not sure if these will be interwoven (My Engineer style) or shorter stand alones (Y-Destiny style).

The Ex-Morning

SingtoKrist

This is an original script written just for the OG, direct by Lit (SOTUS) about a news reporter plagued by scandal must work with his ex-boyfriend to rebuild his reputation. A reunion romance that's hitting pretty close to the IRL pair branded mark.

I've never claimed these two had any kind of chemistry and that would appear to still be the case. I think this one will bore me silly. I'm contemplating a trash watch but feel that's best reserved for...

Ossan‘s Love Thailand

EarthMix

WHY MUST THIS BE?!! I really don't like this IP but I still HAVE OPINIONS (of course I do) Look, I doubt even legendary EarthMix can save Ossan for me.

Shall I explain? Too much, let me sum up:

It's a terrible script based entirely on an unsympathetic love triangle, the viability of the whole show actually hinges on the boss character so he MUST be likable, because the lead is an unsympathetic looser (and user of people), and the roommate/love interest has no personality. Looks like this version is doing the same. ALSO Earth is grossly miss-cast. (On the other hand, maybe I'll like it more because of that, I would rather my H were toned down a bit.) Finally... where tf are my ladies? The female characters were the best thing about the original.

Of course I'll still watch it. I'm trash.

My order based on descriptions (and biases) before watching trailers was:

The Heart Killers

Revamp

Sweet Tooth

Perfect 10 Liners

ThamePo

The Ex-Morning

Ossan’s Love Thailand

Now that we have finally gotten part 2 I have only one burning question left for GMMTV.

Why didn't my man Thor get to lead something, damn it?

I will also take this as an opertunity to remind you all that my predictions about my own taste are notorious terrible.

(source)

[blakbonnet]

S2 Spoilers from the articles so far

- Lucius has a brooding, bitter arc

- Mary and Anne are murder wives, literally, retired and plotting new ways to kill each other everyday and keeping the relationship fresh

- Ed and Stede go on a double date (possible the chair smashing scene)

- the phrase "snuffed out" was used for tealoranges in one of the articles, make of that what you will, hints of possible poly Jim x Olu x Archie maybe

- Izzy redemption arc, meaty storyline

- Pirate Queen Zheng Si Yao vs Prince Richard (Errol shand) is the major background story

- Episode 6 is major! Romance and otherwise and has loads of emotional tears shed

- "Susan" Ruibo's character (Queen Zheng) is a bit of a frenemy and really lauded for her part

- The crux is romance and Ed and Stede's romance in particular

- The only major complaint seems to be that it's very fanservice, so okay lmaoo good

- Very suicidal Ed in the first few episodes but some of it is balanced by humour but again, fairly dark

- Ed does seem to be doing direct violence and is pretty down in the dumps, raiding everything he sees, killing bystanders etc

- Reunion is pretty early on (ep 3 maybe) and there's plenty of banter between Ed and Stede

- Archie is a super fun character who looks up to Ed a bit and has great chemistry with everyone else

- Toxic workplace style discussion about Ed's management

- Ed plays mindgames with the crew when he's not maiming them apparently and it's pretty angsty and funny

- Stede is working at Spanish Jackie with the crew cause he's broke af

- Stede's major plot is getting to Ed and finding Ed and he writes him a love letter every morning while fantasising about him at night in the form of wild dreams absjsjd

- Stede has a bunch of bitchy moments and one liners

- Swede has found true love with Jackie

- Ed cuts more of Izzy's toes (at least 2 more)

- Izzy mediates Ed and Stede's relationship

[screamfome]

guys I maybe like John bender(John hcs)

(MENTIONS OF ABUSE!)

I was watching the fresh prince of bel air and it was a Christmas episode I believe?? Idk but Hilary mentioned JUDD NELSON AND I ALMOST SCREAMED BUT MY MOM WAS IN THE ROOM SO I HAD TO ACT NORMAL BUT I WAS SMILING NONONONONONONONNO

John bender n you sharing a blunt

vampire John bender,

John bender fixit au where he was never abused by his family. John bender who still lives with the breakfast club as an adult.

John bender who grows up to be successful despite what Vernon and his father says.

John bender BECOMING BUCK TAYLOR FROM RELENTLESS 1989- my bad guys…I love connecting two of my favorite films together…(ahem ahem, STAND BY ME TURNS INTO THE LOST BOYS.- *cough cough* ACE MERRILL DIES AND BECOMES DAVI-*)

John bender who isn’t scared of horror at all because what he went through was scarier than Micheal Myers. John Bender who makes jokes to cope with his trauma.

John bender who doesn’t have a therapist and cannot afford it so one of the members is his therapist(bonus if he lays on their lap as they run their fingers through his hair AGHHHHHH).John bender who becomes a therapist for abuse survivors who went through the same thing he did. IN FACT ILL DO YOU ONE BETTER.

JOHN BENDER WHO BECOMES A TEACHER AND RECOGNIZES THE SIGNS OF A CHILD BEING ABUSED AND DOESNT BLOW IT OFF AND INSTEAD MAKES SURE THAT THE WILL GET THE CARE THAT THEY NEED.

Bisexual/Pansexual John Bender(listen you can’t tell me that man is bisexual or pansexual,he’s just like ME.)

John who loves snakes.

John who actually WOULD hang out with the lost boys.

John and David would be best friends ABSOLUTELY.

John who stares at everyone on the first date(yeah that’s right)

John who hates cops.(they did nothing to help him and his dad was one so he doesn’t really like them)

PUNK JOHN BENDER.

John bender who stole a switchblade(then Allison took it)

John bender who hates birthdays and only remembered his birthday through his other family members that came by for a “Bender family reunion”.

John Bender who was jealous of everyone in the breakfast club. Especially Brian + Claire. Andrew related to him as did Allison.

John Bender who listens to all Grunge Bands.

John Bender who has an album of Jimi Hendrix(I NEED TO LISTEN TO MORE SONGS,I LIKE HEY JOE SO FAR)

John bender who would become famous by making a band and naming it “The Breakfast Club” to honor his friends. He would then make an album dedicated to each member,the last one being for himself.

John Bender who grew up too fast.

John Bender who slowly likes to read books.

John bender who’s more used to everyone calling him “Bender” but not John. Sometimes it’s used to differentiate him and other John’s , but most times people use it because they don’t respect him enough to call him by his first name. Because John acts like a jerk to others so they don’t even call him by John.

when he IS called “John” he is deeply confused and doesn’t even know you’re referring to him. Tbh he completely forgot that his name was John.

John is absent from school the majority of time due to his home life and sometimes he just skips school entirely. He only came whenever there was something that dealt with HIM in general. Until the breakfast club formed.

John bender who becomes a lawyer…and defends the wronged.

John Bender who is so scared of becoming a father and does not want a child. If he did have one however, he!d be frightened of being like his father to the point where he wouldn’t want to take care of the kid at all.

John bender with anger issues and does not bottle up his feelings at all.

John Bender who believes he’s a criminal and was trapped in the mindset of “if they think I’m a criminal,I’ll be the criminal.” And just does bad things to tick people off.

John who becomes softer with time.

John who will randomly point out random things like “Look” as he grows softer because I KNOW HE WOULD.

He doesn’t know affection and if you hugged him or something he would immediately think that you wanted something from him.

But when HE DOES? OH HE WILL SMOTHER YOU IN LOVE.

He never got a gift in his entire life other than Christmas and his 10th birthday.

If you saw him blush,no you didn’t. It’s the Sun.

John Bender who’s house is near A BASKETBALL COURT MY BOY IS BALLIN’.

John bender who’s like 6’1.

John Bender who’s fairly skinny under his clothes. John Bender who’s insecure about his looks because of it. He can’t even bear to look at himself.

John Bender who doesn’t know how to cry(HES LIKE NILES CRANE BEFORE DAPHNE KISSED THAT BARISTA GUY-)

John’s full name is John Abraham (short form:Abra) Bender…(@danyayeni2)

John Bender is a senior by the time the breakfast club movie events happened.

Cat John BENDER. I SAY IT ONCE AND AGAIN.

[starsfic]

Summaries:

A two parter DoTMNT fic, with the turtles adjusting to the fact that they are biologically related and the Hamato brothers discussing their eldest brother.

In the wake of learning about Splinter’s real identity, Leo and Raph struggle with deciding on how to handle it. (Or, according to @stylishbutdefinitelyillegal, Hamato Saki earns the Worst Uncle award.)

Modern AU where Azure, the head of security in a fancy casino, meets a beautiful golden man. Smut

After Iron Fan manipulates her son into a state of possessiveness over his mate, Red and her enter a civil war. DBK and Qi Xiaotian are watching on the sidelines. (Or, Ironbull and Spicynoodles keep fucking in each other’s bed. Smut.)

Inspired by an AU discussed on Discord with @rain-bow-donkey and @draw-of-the-moon, Sun Wukong has reincarnated into Pigsy’s neighboring shop. Azure must process this during their first meeting. Smut

Sun Wukong is trapped in a real life harem romance. The issue is that he wants none of them.

The gang, fresh off a new attempt at breaking the spell around the town that keeps them trapped, are hired in order to investigate sabotage around the town's yearly magic festival, the Carnival of Souls. Mr. E's spying is complicated by Pericles and Nidhogg's plans.

Qi Xiaotian's birthday is coming up. Sun Wukong jumps at the chance to do an old-fashioned bash because Xiaotian is his favorite person, and he deserves it. His parties are legendary, not just among the Brotherhood but throughout Heaven and the demon community. So imagine the reaction when, out of nowhere after 500 years of sudden silence, Sun Wukong is throwing a party. Not just a party, a PARTY.

Based on King Thrushbeard, after Red Son rejects suitor after suitors, DBK loses patience and married Red to the next peasant that passes by. Qi Xiaotian, the peasant in question, is very confused.

That one fic I mentioned to @twinklecupcake: AU of Pignapped where Tang and the kids instead land in the capture where Zhu Bajie joins the journey and must work with Sun Wukong and Tripitaka to wrangle the pig. What Tang also finds is a rival over his husband- Blue Orchid.

[zorosnavigator]

Theloise theloise my beloved

Okay so I just rewatched Bridgerton s2 last week and they did something to my heart

And after having discussed a few theories and scenario on Twitter, here's my take on what if Theloise S4/5 follow up :

(also warning, english is not my first language, i suck at it so, sorry for the grammatical mistakes and typos😅 )

Since their trope seems to be forbidden love, here's my take on a hypothetical scenario:

Next season, after being reconcilied with Penelope (I won't dwelve on that here, but let's just say that I see their reconciliation more complex than I'm sorry I hurt you etc...but for the sake of keeping this post Theloise, I won't expand on it here) ...she comes back to her roots and return to the printer, bc she is no longer suspected to be LW, so she goes to Theo to make things...right, bc they separated in angst (she w to protect him, and he was disappointed ).

They discuss, and so they decide to go tght at feminism reunion and social protest (HE LENDS HER CLOTHES TO BETTER BLEND In HEHEHE )

And for some times they make it work, toying the line between more than friends but not quite lovers, all the while progressing on new ideas etc...

But at a moment, they go to a protest where there's a...disruption (violent people and fight) all of sudden and in the crowd, she is hurt. In the Head. Not badly but enough that she has to be brought back immediately to Bridgerton house, where he accompanies her.

Anthony forbids him to see her again. (even tho Theo already decided not see her anymore, for her sake and because, he finds it...'unreasonable' too, she was hurt!!- parallels with s2 where she is the one to end things, to protect him, and bc she feels its crazy, their new relation!😁 yeah)

wrote this lil thing, Theo, after that Anthony talked to him, forbidding every interaction btwn them and he announced it to E, who of course disagrees but he replies:

'To see you in such a state, Miss Eloise, is a prospect I can't bear to see, because seeing you tomorrow, or even the day after would hurt me more than any separation, when I know that you could be hurt at any moment because of me..'

' unbearably worse than one where we're not allowed to share our...feelings anymore ? .' she asks, tear in her voice.

he doesnt answer.

End of s4, (its Benophie season, so Theloise here is just...sub plot, i guess. but it still hurts hehe)

somehow we learn that Theo sharp is one of the grandkids of the Queen??? see s5 for their season (I'll write another post for what if s5😁) !!! (it would literally make a new fresh plot for s5 srs, like, finding every potential grandkid heir conceived illigitimately, and choose which one would make a true prince/heir (thinking of the selection haha) , a sort of contest, where they learn etiquette, to dance etc.. (or not, if the 'contestant' is already a noble) ...(theo agrees bc Eloise, and then.... okay okay im not gonna write the whole thing here bc its already too long but IM NOT DONE!!)

[halloweenhuh]

Halloween, Huh? Day 7 Reveals

Save A Horse, Ride a Princess - Rated E - 8603 words

“I have to say, this is all quite literal, don’t you think?”

Alex wouldn’t know literal right now if it hit him in the head. “Huh?”

Henry points at Alex: “Pillow Princess,” and then to himself: “Cowboy. Ready to ride and all that.”

Alex nods dumbly. “Right.”

-

Or, Alex and Henry dress up as the ultimate couples costume for Halloween — themselves — and they both feel some kind of way about it

.🎃🎃🎃.

Baby, it's Halloween and we can be anything - Rated E - 6394 words Alex is furious. More furious than he should be about the whole thing, but still. Plans were made. Money was spent. Costumes were purchased—not even rented—purchased!

.🎃🎃🎃.

With magic soakin' my spine, can you read my mind? - Rated T - 4629 words What happened after Alex, June, and Nora played their little HRH Prince Henry Fact Sheet drinking game? Well, in this version of events, Alex finds a mysterious bottle containing what appears to be a magic spell for "Clarity of Mind." As dumb as it seems, he does the ritual and reads the incantation and moves on, flying to London for damage control. But when he shakes Henry's hand, suddenly things change, and Alex realizes that maybe magic is real after all.

.🎃🎃🎃.

Don't need no butterflies when you give me the whole damn zoo - Rated E - 3706 words

Henry takes Alex on a trip to visit...a couple of old feathered friends.

(fic with podfic also included)

.🎃🎃🎃.

we were born to be suburban legends - Rated E - 3303 words Oh yay, it is either a reunion of Nora’s past, or the thirst has gone long enough she has started to hallucinate.

.🎃🎃🎃.

you knew what it was (he is in love) - Rated M - 3253 words

“I’ll text you later.”

“You’d better,” Henry murmurs, pulling him in from the waist. One hand comes up to pull back the hat off his head, and Henry leans down to kiss him, and the entire thing feels painfully romantic and Alex fucking loves it.

----

Alex and Henry halloween/trick-or-treating meetcute. Henry has a daughter, Alex is babysitting his niece, and the girls know each other.

.🎃🎃🎃.

It's autumn in New York; it's good to live it again - Rated T - 1649 words It's the first day of fall in New York, and Alex comes home from class with a special surprise for Henry.

.🎃🎃🎃.

A little note for all of our wonderful creators: if your work was revealed by the Palace today, please be sure to update your publication date to today’s date so it shows up fresh in the AO3 feed.

[three-drink-amy]

Self Promo Saturday

Thank you for the tags @cha-melodius @orchidscript and @lightningboltreader

Rules: share 5 works that you’re proud of!

1. Aged Like a Fine Wine (Firstprince, E, 103k)

At a gala for the Okonjo Foundation, Senator Alex Claremont-Diaz runs into Prince Henry of Wales for the first time in two years. Something is different about him, and it's not just the revelations that came out the last time the two saw each other. When they're encouraged to spend more time together, it lights a spark that could send both of their lives into a tailspin. Will Alex resist the temptation or will he find the courage to pursue what he's wanted far longer than he's let himself acknowledge?

2. Teach You How Forever Feels (Tarlos, E, 42k posted, 100k —and growing—written)

Alone and struggling in New York after the death of his mother, TK is left with custody of his five-year-old brother, Jonah. With Owen's encouragement, TK moves to Austin for a fresh start, questioning every move he makes as he's thrust into the role of parenthood. But it all leads him to Jonah's new school where he meets Carlos Reyes, the kindergarten teacher. Between pick up and school meetings and chance run ins, TK can't help but feel something for him, even though he knows it can't happen.

3. All Booked Up (Firstprince, E, 11k)

A book tearing up the Bestseller’s List is quickly shoved into Alex’s hands via June and Nora. Despite his resistance, he’s taken in by the book and its whirlwind romance. When Nora insists they all go to a reading with the mysterious author, Alex is drawn in by H. G. Fox, hanging on his every word. When they meet after the signing, it sets him on a path he’d thought was impossible.

4. There’s Always Tomorrow (Tarlos, M, 29k)

Six months after his dad was killed, Carlos is still looking for answers. He spends most of his time dedicated to finding who did this. But there are unforeseen consequences to his search. And he and TK are about to find that out the hard way.

5. A Long Way From the Playground (Firstprince, E, 96k)

Henry and Alex were best friends growing up until they went to separate colleges and they grew apart. When they see each other again as adults, against the odds, both living in the same city again, will it be a joyful reunion or will the pain of the years apart get in the way? How do you become friends again when there is so much of the past in the way?

No pressure tagging: @everwitch-magiks @clottedcreamfudge @indomitable-love @fuckingyrs @danieljradcliffe @walkinginland @dumbpeachjuice @cricketnationrise @rmd-writes @welcometololaland @alrightbuckaroo @bonheur-cafe @celeritas2997 @celaestis1 @wtfuckevenknows

[madamefluffnstuff]

Madame Fluff 'N Stuff Masterlist

Honestly I never thought I'd be posting so much!

Headcanons

TES Khajiit Headcanons

TES Argonian Headcanons

TES Dunmer Headcanons

TES Bosmer Headcanons

TES Orc Headcanons

TES Nord Headcanons

TES Imperial Headcanons

TES Werewolf Headcanons

The Outer Worlds Headcanons

Elder Scrolls Online

Meet my ESO Vetiges!

Meet my ESO Vestiges! Pt. 2 (with Pictures!)

ESO Emoji Ask Game

Wounded in Western Skyrim - Fennorian, Bastian Hallix, Fem!Vestige

A Morning in Elsweyr - Bastian Hallix x Fem!Khajiit!Vestige

Long Distance - Naryu Virian x GN!Vestige

Soothing Hands - Bastian Hallix & Fem!Vestige

A Fresh Start - Darien Gautier x Fem!Vestige, Platonic Bastian Hallix

A New Mother Figure - Maternal figure Caska, Aeliah Remnus

A Night Stayed In - Darien Gautier x Fem!Reader

Night Watch - Fennorian x Fem!Reader

Quelling the Beast - Fennorian x Fem!Werewolf!Reader

Bastian/Fennorian/Darien Cuddle Imagines

Loving Remedy - Bastian x Fem!Dunmer!Vestige x Darien Request

Now We're Stressed Out - Bastian Hallix x Fem!Vestige

Reunions and Confessions - Bastian Hallix x Ebonymist (my Vestige)

Uneasy Revelations - Darien Gautier x Fem!Werewolf Vestige

Emoji Ask Game #1 - Razum-Dar x GN!Vestige

Time for a Break - Fennorian x Fem!Vestige

An Unusual Request - Prince Irnskar x Jarl Svana. Helpful friend Fem!Nord Vestige

TES Summerfest 2024

(To be fair I was only able to get three of these done but I'm very proud of them and they deserve their own section.)

Day 1: Forbidden - Naryu Virian

Day 2: Golden Secret - Darien Gautier

Day 3: Ghost - Yisara and Mathren

The Outer Worlds

Over the Counter Sleep Aids (WIP)

[reileinaxiu]

Finally obtained the elusive volume 7 of TGCF(It was a calamity and a half trying to find it anywhere in any bookstore when I already had volume 8 for ages (3 months). I binged read everything where I left off from volume 4. I'll be rereading at leisure when I have better time.

Warning ⚠️ Spoilers ahead. Go read the book if you haven't.

Anyways I'm here to gush about the weird roller coaster that was TGCF. HuaLian shall forever have my heart when it comes to best romance journey excluding all the weird add-ons and hanger-ons that was the heavenly court and JW's overall mindf*ckery that he calls favor.

Note: no time to quote anything doing this by memory since I've already stashed my books in the depths of the overly cluttered cabinet that is my bookshelf. Some other time.

The giant mecha fight between divine statue XL and the Heaven Capital was so out of field I felt like the book just added a new genre late into the story. But it was awesome all the same I think my favorite part was when HX's bone pets came to their support.

I just can't get over the fact how profound and all-encompassing HC's love for XL is and that clear moment when XL realized HC's identity(WM), that he was seen so completely in not only his highest but also his lowest most self-loathing destructive moments did XL knew that HC is the one and only person who he can wholeheartedly surrender himself to and love. XL also knows that HC is probably the only one who would ever forgive and accept every part of him even the part that he can't forgive and thinks unworthy. HC would probably say there was nothing to forgive in the first place.

HC dispersing after the final battle just broke my heart for XL. 😭 Dear MXTX knows how to write angst and stab in our vitals where it hurts. There reunion was so heartwarming I'm running out of appropriate adjectives. They should never been parted like that ever again. I would have loved to see more of their fresh reunion interactions where XL utterly spoiled and gave into anything HC wanted.

The extras were also too funny I could barely read them straight with how mortifying some of it was.😂 Nice to know every divine statue got their partner 🤭😏. Happy to have finished this close to HC's birthday.

I was hoping XL coffin trauma would be addressed at some point but I'm happy we got something in the extras, not as lighthearted as I thought the extras would be 😭

The art in the last volume is the best so far 🥰😍. Anyone else screamed upon seeing the blatant HuaLian kissing and domesticity. I sure couldn't not with my mom in the same room 😅. But I really wanted to, it felt like HC got a hundred times more sexy with his prince taking kisses in his arms 🤭🤭🤭

Too many thoughts on the matter! I'll circle back to this in the future I've still got 2ha, Thousand autumn to follow and I haven't finished MDZS novels to my great shame 🙏😖

Next time my dearies.

[ertrunkenerwassergeist]

Out of curiosity - you've written Dreams au for Prompto and Ardyn kickstarting the Reunion, plus the Gladio version that became canon.

But what about Ignis? How would the verse where he finds Noctis first look like?

Not gonna lie. This one had me stumped. I never considered that Ignis might be the first to find Noctis (my mistake) and so didn't even have an incling about how it might happen. Until about half an hour ago, that is, when an idea fell from the sky. Or my shower head. Depending on the point of view.

(I wrote this really fast, so it doesn't fit stylistically into the Deep City verse. When I have time, I'll try to write a 'proper' version.)

***

You could say this starts around Noctis's 17th birthday. Ignis hasn't been doing well. Not at all. His friendship with Gladio is splintering like rotten wood and his uncle as been... distant lately.

Ignis does his best to bury his worries with work, but that's only helping so much. What with his work now being a glorified secretary for whatever ministry, board or committee will have him at the time. Still, Ignis does his best. What else can he do?

So, that one fateful day, on Noctis's 17th birthday, when the hurt is rubbed fresh and raw again and there is no work for him to do...

Ignis bakes.

He tries, once again his best, to recreate that one sweet pastry from Tenebrae Noctis liked so much and Ignis could never get right. Once he's done, he goes outside and somehow finds himself in a park in a working class area. Later, he will think is has been fate.

Right now, he doesn't care, strangely glad for being outside his usual haunts, and unpacks the pastries he has brought.

Their taste is warm and creamy and so sweet Ignis can practically feel his teeth rotting in his mouth. Was that the right taste? he wonders and hates that he will not get an answer.

"Yer usin' the wrong types of berry," an old, creaky voice says behind him.

Ignis whirls around and whom he finds fits the voice very well. It's an old woman, bent and with wrinkles deeper than he has ever seen. Her hands are bony and full of spots. Her dress looks more like it's been made from patches than proper fabric. The smell of freshly baked bread hits Ignis's nose.

"Excuse me?" he asks.

"Tha' pastry o' yer's," she says in the strangest accent Ignis has ever heard. "Them berries're too sweet. Yer'll need them from northern Ulwaat. T's colder there, so they need ta be more hardy. 'Too sweet' tha' prince o' yers would say."

Ignis feels ice cold dread creep up his spine. Does this woman know Noctis? Does she have soemthing to do with his disappearance?

"Now, now laddie. Get those thoughts outta yer head. Ah'm simply following the fire to where it'll lead me."

"What...?"

"Fire, laddie. It knows ye got to play a part in the storm ta come, and it likes ye. So Ah'll make sure ye know wha' ta do once the time is right."

"I'm afraid I do not know what you are talking about, Maselle. Excuse me, I have work to do."

Ignis turns around, intend to leave the obviously mentally unstable old crone behind him, but her next words make him stop.

"None o' tha', Ignis Scientia. There's no work waitin' for ye today. Yer uncle is teachin' yer cousin Paxil in the hopes he'll not be a disappointment, an' yer friend'll not get a diagnosis fer his sister t'day."

Slowly Ignis turns around. "Are you threatening me?" he asks, low and dangerous. One hand his inconspicuously reaching for the dagger he never goes without these days.

"Ye can leave tha' dagger where it is, laddie. Ah'm not threatening ye, simply sayin' things how they are."

"How do you know all this?" Ignis finds himself asking through the fog in his mind.

"The fire, laddie. Once ye know how ta listen, it'll never stop tellin' ye things," the crone says and waves her hand in a way that makes it clear that she wishes for him to follow. "Come," she says. "Ah'll show ye."

And against his better judgement - and the usually so large, but now tiny rational voice in his head baring warnings at him - he follows.

Nearly three years later, he stares at the fire burning between his fingers, and follows it's call deep into the ancient bowels of the city.

[mythologyfolklore]

Dragon Tears - Chapter 04

Chapter Four: That Lotusdragon Slowburn

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“I was brought back to life shortly after Nézhā. After being resurrected, I was traumatised and needed peace and quiet, so I'd run away from the palace once in a while – made my father angry every time – and wander on the shore. One day Nézhā was also there and when we bumped into each other, I kinda froze up, flashbacks ran through my head and then I ran away. He caught up to me – no thanks to his red sash – and I thought I was screwed. But then he gave me an apology for killing me. Though frankly, it was the cringeworthiest apology I'd ever heard.”

“Why? What did he say?”

“'Sorry I killed you.'”

Èrláng pulled a face. “You're right. That is a cringeworthy apology.”

“Yeah. I thought he was mocking me and got really angry. I screamed at him, gave him a slap and dove back into the sea-”

As soon as those words had left Áo Bĭng's mouth, he froze; he had just admitted to slapping Nézhā, in front of the latter's adoptive father. He braced himself for a terrifying outburst.

What he got instead was … calm?

“Normally I'd be outraged at the notion of anyone laying a hand on my son”, Èrláng said. “In this case, however, your response was perfectly justified. What my son did to you was terrible and completely over the top, there is no sugarcoating it. If my uncle suddenly gave me a half-assed apology for everything he did to me, I would be angry too.”

Áo Bĭng arched an eyebrow. “I find it hard to imagine the Jade Emperor of all gods apologising to anyone. Or regretting anything, for that matter.”

“That's because he'd never. He doesn't know what regret is”, stated Èrláng bitterly.

“Why are our families so dysfunctional?”, the prince wondered.

“Dunno”, came it with a shrug. “Must be some kind of bastard gene that is activated in prominent family members. At least that's what my nephew always says.”

Áo Bĭng held back a snort, but continued his tale. “So, after the disaster that was our reunion, we lived our own lives and minded our own business for a while, until we inevitably met again and this time we physically fought and I lost. Again. But to be fair, that one was on me. I kinda taunted him to, uh, finish the job, so to speak. After all, he already killed me once, I thought, what would stop him from doing it again? But this time he said no. He told me he had learned to control himself and that he wasn't going to kill me, unless he had absolutely no other option. Then he walked away. Along with my pride”, he added sourly. “Thereafter I still hated and feared him for another millennium or so? Anyway, towards the end of that period, things simmered down a bit, we went from fighting to talking normally and communicating our grievances in a half-way functional manner. But from our first battle to that point, it took us over 1200 mortal years to accomplish what mortal humans can do in decades and less, which is honestly ludicrous.”

“Eh. Less time than my husband and I. Go on.”

“So, after exchanging apologies, we became friends and secretly hung out. I don't think I ever was as happy as when I got to wander the land with him. This went on for another 1000 years. But after that, he started giving me all kinds of strange trinkets every time we met. Snacks from the surface world, scrolls and books he charmed waterproof, and those glass orbs you can grow plants in¹. They're my most priced possessions. You know, living underwater gives you a different view on what is precious and what isn't. Especially for me as a prince. Any halfwit can give me gold, silk and pearls, if he's rich enough. You know what I mean?”

“Of course.”

“All this got me anxious, because at first I wasn't sure what it meant, what I should do, what kind of gifts I could give in return. After a while I just settled on giving him things from my own home that I thought he'd like. Pearls, aquariums with tiny reefs, the most beautiful shells I could find, fresh seafood for him to eat. This went on for another 700 years, until I finally thought to ask him, why he was giving me all those presents in the first place. You should have seen his face, when he realised I had reciprocated his gift-giving without even knowing what was going on.”

Èrláng grinned: “You know what, I can totally see it before my eyes right now. The complete and utter shock and horror, as he realised you were clueless.”

Áo Bĭng giggled: “Yes, exactly. But his face wasn't half as dumb as mine, when he professed his feelings and explained to me, that he was trying to court me.”

“And that's when you two got together?”

“No. I wasn't entirely ready for romance, so told him he was too young for me. Though he really was over 2800 years old at the time, physically he was still a child. I wasn't. He accepted my refusal, but 'threatened' to try again a few centuries later. Until then, he continued to give me the most extravagant presents gold and power can buy. Perks of being the Third Lotus Prince and Marshal of the Central Altar, I suppose. He even got me a freaking permit to visit Heaven, whenever I want to! My older brothers were so envious of me, and when they asked how I'd gotten my claws on that permit despite not being a Celestial, I just shrugged and said 'Connections'.”

Chuckling, Èrláng nodded: “Ah, yes. The satisfaction of getting to be smug for the first time in your life, because now you have something the people you've envied before don't. Truly one of the sweetest feelings in the world.”

“Exactly that! But even without that, I don't think I've ever been treated with so much reverence in my entire life. For the first time, I felt like I was more than just a reserve. I felt genuinely appreciated. And …”, he blushed, “… before I knew it, he had stolen my heart away. Then he confessed the second time and from there things went fast. We started dating and two mortal years ago we got engaged. The rest you know.”

“… I suppose. Anyway, do you two already have a da-”

“Five months, three weeks and two days from now!”, Áo Bĭng blurted out, before the other could finish the question.

Èrláng's eye twitched and his face grew dark, as if he had just heard something truly calamitous.

“That's … something I should have been told much earlier”, he said very slowly.

Áo Bĭng winced and tried to make himself as small as he could.

Luckily the outburst didn't come and the dragon prince didn't get hurt.

But Èrláng still looked grumpy as hell.

“Let's go back”, he spoke grimly. “It seems I have another phone call to make.”

Áo Bĭng gulped and obeyed.

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1) What he means is a sealed bottle garden.

[glaivenoct]

( snippet meme ) 💛 reunion kiss / relief for NyxNoct ?

( no rush or pressure though <3 )

Homecoming

Rating: Gen Words: 3,444 Summary: Nyx has spent ten years in the World of Ruin going through the motions of survival. Today is no different - or so he assumes until he returns to the bastion of Hammerhead.

Notes: Once again Brina has ignored the rules of this prompt meme and written a whole ass fic for this instead of a snippet ^^; and once again am I here to say: it's not my fault it's Nyx and Noct's. this was the perfect excuse to write a scene that's sat in my head for yeeaaarrsssss. Thank you for sending a prompt in, friend! <3

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There's something different in the sky today. Nyx can't decide if it's due to his lack of sleep or the fact he hasn't eaten in the last seven or eight hours.

The eternal night sky always has this murky green hue to it, clogged and cloudy like a musky swamp. Some days the black flecks of miasma trickle down worse than others as though it might be the only semblance of rainfall the people of Eos will ever see again. What Nyx wouldn't give to experience rain again. Fresh, clean rain washing over his skin, cooling him off, wetting his hair and soaking his clothes. Grinning up at the sky and spreading his arms out before twirling around in it like a fascinated child.

There's a memory in the back of mind he forces himself not to reminisce too hard on. An empty, muddy training yard. A deluge of rain that prompts him to coerce a hesitant prince to follow him into it. To dance clumsily with him in it, hand in hand, slipping and sliding in the mud until they trip over each other's feet and fall together.

Even clogged with rain clouds, the sky was so much more pleasant to look at back then. It was even better to sit beside a muddy Prince and watch the rain fall from it together.

The sky these days is no such sight to admire. Nyx swears he's caught something out of the corner of his eye, though. Random faint flickers along his journey back to Hammerhead. As if the stars that once graced the night sky were attempting to glow through the foggy film of murk and miasma.

It's probably just him. The hunger. The exhaustion. The flare up of loneliness making him see things that aren't really there. It wouldn't be the first time. All these years and that ache and longing can still surge into his chest as if it's the moment Nyx lost Noctis to the crystal all over again. As if the scars left upon his face by that cursed ring so many years ago are somehow manifesting over his heart like a constricting rope. Coarse, jagged silver lines akin to untamed strikes of lightning suffocating it until it gives out.

(The rest on ao3) ((Reblogs would be really, really helpful and appreciated <3))

[desertfangs]

#wipwednesday - writer positivity edition

Hello! It's Wednesday, which means it's a good day to share your WIP. And this week, inspired by @apoptoses, in addition to sharing a snippet of what you're working on, feel free to say what you like about it or what part you're excited to write next!

This is a snippet from a fic I started months and months go about Daniel coming out of his madness. I got stalled because I need to decide how much contact I think Armand and Daniel had during this period. I don't think it was none but it wasn't as revelatory of as their reunion in Prince Lestat, either. So I need to work that out and figure out at what point I want to end this.

But what I love about this is his realization that maybe he doesn't need the crutch of his models anymore and that he's feeling better (and that I got a cocktail metaphor in there.) I love his back and forth with Marius, and the memory of Armand cutting him through him, too. He's feeling better but he's still raw, you know? He did think Armand was dead and while he knows that's not true, there are a lot of pent up emotions he'll need to deal with now that the madness has cleared out.

Tagging: @uncivilcivilservice @calipsan @rainbowcarousels @cup-of-lixx @fangsinclay - But look, you don't need to be tagged to participate! And if you do, feel free to tag me in your post so I can find it, read it, and share it!

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Several nights later, Daniel awoke in his bed. He’d made it back to his bedroom three nights in a row. He put on fresh clothes and then went to his work room. 

Daniel swelled with pride when he looked over the large table filled with model cities and landscapes. Little model trains ran on a loop, passing through every section of the world he’d built. And this one was only one of them. Marius’ house had several rooms like this, filled with these model worlds Daniel had constructed.

He looked at the unfinished section in front of him, a mountain scape with snowy ridges and a winding river surrounding what was to become a small mountain town. He had no desire to complete it. He had all the kits and pieces, all of the little pine trees, but felt no need to put them together. 

As the realization struck, he was hit by a whole cocktail of emotions: one part regret, one part relief, and a dash of uncertainty. He swallowed and ran his long fingers through his soft blond hair. 

If he didn’t want to work on the models that had kept him occupied for years, what did he want? A damn good question. He didn’t know. 

He left his work room and found Marius out back in clearing behind the house that backed up to the jungle. He stood before an easel, painting. He had etched out a scene on his canvas, a street in Rio with several night clubs where he often took Daniel to hunt, particularly to utilize the little drink when Daniel was well enough to endure the chaos. Daniel watched him paint, the deft way he moved the brush over the canvas, the image crystalizing in paint as if by magic. 

“Daniel,” Marius said, turning to look at him. His expression was wary, a slight frown on his lips as he looked Daniel over in a clinical fashion. Daniel put his hands in his pockets as he endured the soft pressure of Marius in his mind. The frown tilted upwards. “You seem well.” 

“I’m on a hell of a good streak,” Daniel said, smiling. He felt… happy? Content? No, nothing so clear as that. He was just empty. There was no storm whirling in his mind, no fog he was struggling to see through, no strange gnawing at the pit of his stomach. 

“It’s encouraging,” Marius said. “I’m not seeing the shadows in your mind anymore.”

“Shadows?” Daniel asked. But that made sense. He’d felt a strange darkness around him sometimes, a dimming of the world. 

“Whatever darkness had gripped you seems to have lifted. For now.” He hastily added that last part. Doubt crowded Daniel’s mind. For the first time, this reprieve from his state didn’t feel temporary. 

But then, he’d mistakenly believed himself to be better before and had almost gotten himself fried by the sun. So he couldn’t be sure. 

Daniel pulled one of the old plastic chairs from the porch and brought it over, planting it near Marius, who was dipping his brush in a splotch of blue paint. He turned and looked at Daniel quizzically. “I always appreciate your company, Daniel, but wouldn’t you prefer to work on your models?” 

He wouldn’t. And that was strange and new and freeing and scary as hell. 

“I think maybe I’m done with them.” He paused. “For now.” 

Marius quirked a eyebrow. “Are you? That’s quite the development.” 

Daniel shrugged. 

“Well, they’ll be there should you wish to return to them. Would you like to try painting?” 

Daniel flashed back to a night in London, not long after he and Armand had come together. They were at an art museum and Armand was studying the brushstrokes of some work of art, criticizing them. Daniel had sarcastically asked what made Armand an expert. Armand had clammed up, refusing to say more and Daniel had felt guilty for prodding at what was clearly a sore spot. The memory cut through him like a razor, slashing at his innards. 

“Wait here,” Marius said. He set down his brush and disappeared in the house. Daniel waited patiently, tapping his fingers gently against the arm of the chair. Marius returned with another easel, a canvas shoved under his arm. He set it up beside his and then move his table of paints and brushes so it sat between the easels. 

Daniel stood and went to the easel. “What do I do?” he asked. 

Marius gestured to the brush. “Paint something.” 

“Like what?” He’d painted thousands of models over the past decade, but a shapeless blank canvas gave no indication of what it should be. 

“Whatever you wish. A person, a place… whatever speaks to you.” 

Daniel glanced over at the half-finished but hyper-real rendition the neighborhood on Marius’ canvas. “Why does that particular city block speak to you?” 

Marius had lifted a paint brush but paused, holding it aloft. “I enjoy going there. It’s always lively.” 

Daniel snorted. “‘Lively,’” he repeated. “You sound like an old man.” 

Marius laughed. “So I do, and so I am.”