#janaya fic

[sorinethemastermind]

Drunken love confessions! 5 and 14 for Janaya!

"Aren't you going to drink anything?" Gren asked, coming up behind her. Janai turned to see him and Amaya standing there, her hands still in motion. "It's supposed to be a party."

Janai shook her head but didn't elaborate. Amaya followed her gaze across the room to the happy new couple, still dancing even though everybody else had left the floor.

"You're worried." Gren translated, and Janai turned to face her wife, her expression admission enough.

Amaya wrapped an arm brusquely around her shoulders. "You don't need to be. They're strong. Stronger than we were, at their age."

"I know that." Janai said. "But I still worry. They've been through enough. And now she is Queen." she sighed.

Amaya signed something quickly to Gren, too fast for Janai to catch, and he vanished into the crowd. He returned moments later with a drink. Or more, a tray of drinks. Amaya grinned at her.

You won't be worried soon. Amaya signed, and Janai couldn't help but laugh a little bit.

"You are a bad influence."

But she joined them, each of them taking a shot. Gren was barely able to get his down before he started choking, and then it was hard to be worried because she was laughing, Amaya slapping him on the back so hard he nearly toppled out of his chair. He only lasted a few more rounds before he staggered to his feet and announced that he was going to go and find a bathroom, leaving the pair of them alone.

Amaya handed her another glass, barely even seeming buzzed.

"What kind of sorcery is this?" Janai asked her, not wanting to admit that she felt a little tipsy.

I thought humans didn't have magic? Amaya signed back.

Janai laughed, and it was loud even to her ears. But Amaya was right about one thing; she wasn't worried. Because how could she be, when this warrior, capable of downing five shots without blinking, was also her wife?

By seven Janai was beginning to consider following Gren.

Had enough? Amaya asked her, eyebrow raised, and Janai laughed. The world around her wife seemed almost rose tinted, and she realized that no one else made her laugh quite like Amaya did. She also realized she probably going to be sick.

"What do you humans put in this stuff?" she asked as Amaya helped her out of the main hall.

That's a secret. Amaya told her. This is my from my personal collection.

"Your-" Janai shook her head. Except that might have been a bad idea, because it spun the world out of focus.

"You're cute." she said. "And a bit blurry. But definitely also cute."

Amaya rolled her eyes, but her hands were already in motion. You're drunk. A pause. But you are too.

And then it was just them out in the hall, the festivities forgotten behind them. And Janai felt a bit more like she could breath. She used to run and play in that hall, some part of her thought. Now it only made her anxious.

Are you alright? Amaya gave her a concerned look.

Janai tried to say that she was fine, but the drink had loosened her tongue, and the truth slipped out instead. "Am I a bad mother?"

Amaya shook her head instantly. You are a wonderful mother.

"But how can that be true? Aislynn is queen now."

Do you remember the cakes?

"The... cakes?"

When you were deciding if you wanted to be queen or be with me, I told you that it wasn't a choice. To just have both things. You do not have to be queen to be Aislynn's mother.

"But as Queen I could protect her." Janai said, "And now... now I cannot."

You will always protect her. But maybe now she does not need it anymore.

"But as a mother it is your duty to ensure that your children never have to face what you did. And I had to face being queen, and now-"

Aislynn chose this. Amaya reminder her. Aislynn chose this the same way you did. You may think you do not understand it, but you do.

Janai sighed, sitting down against the wall with Amaya beside her. "You are so smart." She smiled, tucking a strand of hair out of her wife's face. "And so adorable. I want to pick you up and never let you down."

You couldn't let me down if you tried.

[sorinethemastermind]

 Janai couldn’t wait to see the look on Amaya’s face when her wife saw what she’d arranged. It had been three years; three glorious years of love and, now, of peace. Janai was thankful for every single one of them. 

 Smiling to herself, Janai walked up the stairs to the courtyard where the Sunseed had once grown. There had been a lot of places she could have chosen for their anniversary date, each with their own special memories. The forest clearing where she had first proposed, the courtyard where they had been married, or maybe the hilltop where they had picnicked and Amaya had helped her find the strength within herself to be more than just a queen.

 But she had chosen the place where the Sunseed once grew because it symbolized all of it. It was the place where Amaya showed her the truth; that their love was more powerful than any hurdle life could throw at them, and that they would build bridges with that love greater than any chasm they might cross. That the future was not going to be found in a single seed; the future was all of them, together.

 She planned to say all of that when she saw her wife. Her beautiful wife of three years. Janai’s smile grew as she reached the top of the stairs, brushing aside the trailing vines to reveal-

 Janai nearly dropped the basket she was carrying in her surprise. “Amaya? What is this?”

 Amaya didn’t notice her immediately, so Janai signed the question to her when she turned around, eyes lighting up with excitement.

 It’s our anniversary, Amaya replied. 

 “I know, but…” Janai looked around at the trailing streamers hanging from the tree’s branches, trailing in the wind in flickers of auburn and yellow. Lanterns hung from some of them as well, bathing the space beneath the tree in a warm, golden light. There were pillows piled there, and a plate of bread, cheese, and fruit. Two glasses, already filled with wine, completed the spread.

 “Amaya.” Janai laughed. “How did you do all of this? Gren said he would-”

 She shook her head. Of course, she signed to Amaya. 

 Her wife smiled. He’s Gren. She said, Did you really think he wouldn’t tell me?

 “He didn’t tell you about the proposal.” Janai pointed out. 

 He was already helping me put this together when you asked him to distract me. Amaya admitted. 

 “It is beautiful.” Janai told her, reaching a hand out to cup her cheek. “Just like you.”

ahh!! happy halloween :)

(treat, janaya)

[raayllum]

Was originally gonna start this later and then thought more about timelines / my own schedule, so...

Welcome to Raayllum's Review Fic-Athon, which is not about reviewing fic, but leaving reviews for TDP on sites such as Rotten Tomatoes and IMDB and getting ficlets in return! Most episodes and seasons don't actually have that many reviews and it's an easy way to boost engagement / get the show's rating up higher so Netflix will #GiveUsTheSaga. Both sites just need an email address and nothing else, and immediately allow you to start reviewing.

The review system for each site works a little different, so here's how the fic-athon will work in response:

For Rotten Tomatoes, you can only review seasons, not episodes. So reviewing all 6 seasons = 1 ficlet for a pairing/character/topic of your choice. Reviews on RT have to be least 20 words, so this is probably the easiest pathway. Seasons get a star ranking.

For IMBD, you can do individual episodes, so 1 season (a review for each ep) = 1 ficlet for a pairing/character/topic of your choice. IMBD reviews have to be 600 characters (not words), which is about 1-2 paragraphs, and each episode gets a star ranking.

This is an effective way to show support because if stuff is trending on IMDB or has high ratings on RT, people are more likely to see it, watch, and/or get caught up. It also means that even if there were some eps of S4 you hated, giving the season / all episodes 10 stars every time is important to help boost their ratings and get them higher up.

Proof of reviews can be submitted here through screencaps on posts / in asks or by ID'ing your reviews by username (i.e. I left reviews on s3 under name XYZ). All ships and characters are welcome and if you're at a loss of what to prompt for, taking inspiration from previous prompt lists may be helpful.

Happy reviewing, and if you've been needing a kick in the butt to leave reviews, hopefully this is a worthwhile motivation!

[a-certain-elf]

Commissioned ItsMumei on twitter to draw a scene from a fic I'm working on.

Janai and Amayas first kiss....after Janai got cheated and dumped on by her gf a couple hours ago.

[thrandilf]

New chapter is up! Next one is the Janaya wedding, wooo! Here's some fun lead up though:

The atmosphere in the Sunfire camp was an odd one. Most people were in a cheerful mood as Sunfire elves and humans alike put up the finalized decorations around the main throughway into camp leading to their main pavilion. It was set to be a warm, dry night, and more importantly, a sunny day for the wedding. Janai needed all the good luck she could get. “How are the perimeters?” asked Amaya. She approached Janai at the entrance to the camp, watching as a couple of people set up huge floral arrangements to flank the entryway. “I can’t tell if you’re asking about the decorating or the patrol,” signed Janai back as she spoke. She smiled. “But both are going well, without a hitch.” The mood permeating the air was less about what people said and more how they looked. No one’s armor or weaponry was ceremonial. Their wedding would join together humans and elves for the first time in lifetimes, but the potential threat of the party being crashed by Aaravos had everyone on edge. The heightened security wouldn’t be a good look for their foreign human visitors to encounter either, but it couldn’t be helped.

[self-spaghettification]

“are they rayllum dating or normal dating?” gotta be one of my favorite things my friend asked

[themistdragon]

Fellow TDP Enjoyers: A Fanfic Pitch

College AU

Ezran and Callum live with Amaya and Janai (married) after the deaths of their parents

Callum is a Studio Arts and Chemistry double major (smart lad)

Ezran is in high school

Rayla met and dated Callum in high school, but they broke up after Rayla moved away :(

Callum walks into art class, where they are doing full body charcoal drawings of a live model

Said live model turns out to be Rayla

Rayla goes to the same college as Callum (she does fencing and gymnastics)

Callum and Rayla meet for lunch and study dates

Callum goes to Rayla's gymnastics practices and competitions

Callum gets to draw her in class (and eventually outside of it too)

They rekindle their love :)

Thoughts??

[phoenixlionme]

WLW Enemies-toLovers and their different styles.

A sort-of wlw version and sequel to this post.

Classic version with adult women and tropes surrounding elves, royalty, and knights.

2. More like "Annoyances to Friends to Lovers who have feelings but not together yet" version that is also "peasant and princess" trope.

3. Magical academy and teenagers version who get together in the middle of the series.

4. Specifically, "Childhood Friends to Enemies who realize their feelings to back to friends to lovers and (eventually) wives" version.

[dio-icarticaae]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Dragon Prince (Cartoon) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Amaya/Janai (The Dragon Prince) Characters: Janai (The Dragon Prince), Amaya (The Dragon Prince) Additional Tags: Relationship Study, Character Study, Established Relationship, Hope, The Sun Seed (The Dragon Prince) Series: Part 6 of The Dragon Prince Prism Event Summary:

Something caught Amaya's attention, and she brought her horse to a sudden stop. She turned towards Janai and signed, "There is a glow over there. That could be something." "You're right," Janai looked in the direction Amaya indicated. “It could be something made from the Sunforge. We should go check it out.”

Or: Janai, Amaya, and the Sun Seed Written for @tdp-prism-event-2024 for the prompt: Reward - prize, karma, success, gifts, power

[wolfheartsstuff]

You are my sunshine

(You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.)

Amaya held Janai close to her as blood spilled from the wound in the elf's side. Despite her best attempts to stop the blood, her love slowly slipped away before her eyes.

(You make me happy when skies are gray)

The pain of losing another person she cared about hurt more than any wound she had received from battle. She had told Janai this a few years ago after a battle when Janai was severely injured

(You'll never know dear how much I love you.)

As the tears fell, Amaya felt a hand cup her cheek and wiped a tear away she looked at Janai's now pale face. The fire in her once feirce amber eyes was now a weak ember now barely hanging on.

(Please don't take my sunshine away)

[sorenkinnie]

idk how to tag ppl on tumblr but but i posted a fic inspired by someone on here !!!! so 100% credits to them for the idea lol

[sorinethemastermind]

I am doing inbox trick-or-treating this Halloween!! 🎃

(Claudia and Soren are very serious about candy)

On the 31st let me know if you want a trick 👻 or a treat 🍫

If you ask for a treat 🍫 specify a ship and I'll write you a cute drabble!

If you ask for a trick 👻 specify a character and / or scenario and I'll write you an angsty drabble!

(any left over ones that I don't reply to on the 31st I will reply to on the 1st of November)

Happy spooky season, everyone! 🎃

[drama-glob]

Might I add:

I just love Fizzmodeus so much! ^_^<3<3<3 (The others are very wonderful too! ;) )

Animated queer hand holds give me life ✨

[raayllum]

27 with Janaya?

27. "I'm going to carry you, okay?" Plus send me a number with a ship and i’ll write it (accepted ships are tdp canon ships + rarepairs (claudiez, sopreli, corvus/terry, sorvus)

Six months into her stay at New Aurea, Amaya breaks her wrist.

The attempt to take back Lux Aurea is far more costly for plenty of her and Janai's troops—no bodies to bury, the dead taken further into the dark army that had befallen their city—so Amaya cradles her wrist to her chest and orders a more formal retreat while Janai comforts her brother, who has never been more shaken.

It's only when Gren hugs her—too hard, too strong just in her current state—upon return back to camp that it becomes apparent to everyone else that something is wrong.

"Amaya!" Janai is by her side in a second, a cry of alarm seared on her lips. "What—oh."

"It's nothing," Amaya signs with her other hand, weak and clumsy. It's been a long time since she's had to practice signing one handed at all, and a lump forms in her throat.

She won't be able to fight like this. Won't be able to help with any further excursions into the city. Won't be able to spar with Janai or—

"Nonsense," Janai says, and then glances back at the surviving wounded behind her. She purses her lips, torn. She wants to help both of them, but... "I—"

"I'll rally Marcos and General Miyana," Gren chimes in, like he knows he'll probably have an even harder time getting Amaya to listen and rest; she pouts. "Get everyone settled while you take care of our general here."

Relief is evident on Janai's face. She squeezes his shoulder. "Thank you, Gren."

Janai is careful, trained in first aid as anyone on the frontlines would be, as she guides Amaya to one of the medical tents and after the medic has given the go ahead, begun to tend to and make a splint for the wrist. She leans in close enough that Amaya can smell the cinnamon on her breath as she ties the sling around her arm into a knot above her shoulder as well.

"There," she says, drawing back. "Much better."

It isn't. Even with advanced Sunfire healing, it takes four weeks for Amaya's wrist to heal. Four weeks of struggling to dress herself, four weeks of feeling vulnerable in just her tunic instead of her heavier armour, four weeks of watching her men spar and being regulated to the side lines, four weeks of straining her sling or splint because she forgets she can't sign with two hands, and—

It's one such morning of struggling with a thicker winter cloak, and its various buttons along the front, that makes bitter tears well up in her eyes.

She has always been able to do anything, all by herself. How could one little injury render her so inept, and weak, and—and—

The fluttering of her tent flap in her peripheral vision catches her attention, red brokered by a golden crown as Janai steps in. "Amaya?"

Amaya curses internally. To say she hasn't been avoiding Janai a little would be a lie. The queen is already so busy, and Amaya doesn't want to add more to her plate. They'd only been courting for a few weeks before the disastrous attempt to take back the city, and Amaya's broken wrist means that she hasn't been very fun the past month. No sparring, none of their newly discovered intimacy in the privacy of Janai's tent, no being able to help with the construction of the camp. Amaya hasn't even been able to help teach her how to sign that much, since it'd be pointless for Janai to learn a one-handed version just because...

Janai shouldn't have to see her be so weak. Amaya is stronger than this; or at least, she should be.

There is nowhere to hide, though, even as she wishes the white cloak would swallow her up and make her disappear.

Janai's smile fades once she sees her—because of course it does—and she steps forward. "Amaya?"

"I, uh..." Amaya presses her lips together. Her eyes burn. This is so stupid. "I couldn't get the cloak on right."

She watches as Janai's concern and confusion gives way to something... fonder. Warmer? A soft, wide grin spreads over her lover's face. "That's alright. Would you like some help?"

Amaya's eyes narrow. "Do I really have much of a choice?"

Janai laughs a little, stepping forward. She tucks the arm and its sling carefully under the broader sweep of the cloak, shortening the other side so that her uninjured hand will be easily visible even as Janai does up the buttons, one by one and smiling.

"You don't have to avoid me, you know," Janai says, glancing up at her. "All generals have their injuries. I broke my arm sparring with Karim once, when we were young. I was so embarrassed."

"I'm not embarrassed—"

"Love." Janai touches her face, brushing a thumb over the scar on her cheek. "You don't always have to be so strong all the time. You're not alone."

"But I—I know that," Amaya signs, lamely. She averts her gaze before glancing back to lip read.

"Do you?" Janai presses. The silence speaks for itself and she sighs, leaning up to give her a brief kiss. "Do you remember the first time I wept in front of you, about my sister?"

Janai had sobbed into her shoulder, the sun setting behind them. I shouldn't—Khessa was cruel to you—

This isn't about her, Amaya had countered firmly. This is about you.

"I do." She tries not to think about how much that sounds like another kind of vow, of remembrance. They are only two months in. But, at their age, with what they've been through...

"And I listened to you. I trusted you meant what you said. So trust me now: it is natural to want to carry your own weight. And you are. But also—let me carry you." Janai grasps her free hand, squeezing, so bright brown-eyed and caring that the lump in Amaya's throat dissipates. Something thuds dully in her heart, heavy and light in her chest. "I am going to carry you, okay? I want to. I know that we are stronger together, and I know somewhere deep down, you know that too—" A twinkle enters her eyes. "Or you wouldn't have the rule we can't be on the same team while sparring another pair."

Amaya puffs out a breathy laugh. Then she settles into, the steadiness of Janai's gaze, the calloused gentleness of her hands. She breaks away just long enough to sign, "Okay."

"Good." Janai smooths down the cloak and then steps back, taking her hand. "Now come with me to the camp meeting." She winks, heat seeping into her hand at will. "I'm sure I can keep you warm better than any old cloak, anyway."

[a-certain-elf]

Since my birthday is coming up I want to request a cute birthday prompt. You know who.

waking up to breakfast in bed

There you go! Happy Birthday!

[thrandilf]

Introducing to the fic this chapter: Janai, Amaya, and Gren!

Soren hadn’t felt okay for… well he would have said about a week, since seeing his dad again, but when he really thought about it it was much longer. Let’s stick with a week. “Heavy boxes? Anybody got any really heavy boxes?” asked Soren, flexing as a Sunfire elf walked by him. He’d needed to get away as fast as possible and hadn’t looked back, hoping someone would give him an escape. “Maybe a couch to move? You know, one of those awkwardly shaped ones that you can barely get in a doorway? I love a challenge.” Corvus watched as Soren tried to keep busy, spouting nonsense in the middle of the road. He shook his head, just to himself. “I don’t have boxes, but I have something else.” Soren lit up once he caught Corvus’s eye. Sure, they were technically dating, he guessed- but they hadn’t had their date yet. Did that mean they were pre dating? Hmm. “Let me guess,” said Soren grinning as he guessed wrong on purpose. “It’s a giant aquarium for keeping turtleducks in.” “Sorry to disappoint you.” Corvus was sometimes difficult to read, but Soren had come to realize over time that he seemed to tolerate, if not be fond of, his antics. “I think there’s something you’ll like to see. A bit of a ways from here.” “Lead the way!” Whatever it was, Soren could use a distraction from trying to find a distraction.

The Devil You Thought You Knew Ch 30, To Gain Instead of Lose, For Once