Vale More Than Anyone Knows He’s Not A Sensible Person In Charge.

Aww, this is lovely! You’ve got me shipping these guys so hard.

20 for Li Ming x Ao Shun because I've been thinking about that ship a lot today

Same. Its a very good ship

Assassination attempts against the dragon kings were not unheard of or unexpected when they did catch wind of the plans to do so. And Ao Shun had more than a few experiences of being tackled to the ground when someone took a shot at him.

And Li Ming had more than a few experiences of taking down would be assassins and protecting His King.

Ao Shun ordered the room empty and Li Ming went to leave as well but Ao Shun snagged the cuff of his sleeve and held him in place. When the last of the courtiers had left he pulled Li Ming to his chest and cupped his jaw with almost too warm fingers that pressed into his cheeks almost too roughly, and kissed him hard enough to snatch the air from Li Ming's lungs and make him grasp the front of Ao Shun's robes in a tight grip, holding him as tightly as he was held in turn.

"You're hurt." Li Ming said, resting his forehead against Ao Shun's, before reaching up to smear blood off his cheek, a bullet graze from the shot that slammed into the throat with a terrible clanging sound of lead on ebony. "I wasn't fast enough, and you were hurt." The temperature in the room was dropping fast and frost began to creep along the marble flooring, rendering it essentially an ice rink.

"You saved me." Ao Shun replied before kissing him again. "He could have killed you."

"He wanted to kill you."

"People are going to have to try a lot harder than that to kill me." Ao Shun replied.

"He. Hurt. You." Li Ming pulled him back in and kissed him, just as roughly as the first. "He's lucky that the guards got to him before I could rip his throat out with my claws."

"Oh, Mon Étoile, you'll get the chance." Ao Shun said, before reluctantly stepping away. He took a deep breath before Li Ming closed the gap again and kissed his cheek. "Did you just... Kiss me better?" He smiled.

"No, this is kissing you better." Li Ming said, before pressing his lips to Ao Shun and threading his fingers into the loose strands of ebony hair that had been tied back before things had gone sideward in a rough tackle to save his life. "Learn to duck faster."

"Learn to not throw yourself in harms way."

"Never." There was a private doorway from the throne room right up to the private quarters and Ao Shun pulled him toward that door, tucked away in a dark recess. "I want to speak with the prisoner, if he had co-conspirators..."

"That can wait, we'll be safe in my suite. And... Alone."

That really is navel-gazing, sorry but I just thought of that appalling pun!

Here's a little secret about me, I hate the word belly. You will never ever hear me say it and very very rarely see me writing it, I avoid it whenever possible

"You... Don't have a navel?" Irene said, almost frowning as her eyes glided down Kai's firm muscles, following the trail that her fingers had made as she unbuttoned his shirt.

"A what?"

"Navel? A belly button? Do... Do dragons lay eggs?"

"Of course. What did you expect?"

"I don't know!" She exclaimed. "Have you never been with a human before?" He ruffled his hair. "I thought, well, you implied, that you'd had a good many partners."

"No, I said that I was good in bed. No, there were no humans before you." He said. "And I take it that you've never been with a dragon then?"

"No, only humans... Well, there was a vampire once." She shrugged. "Never a dragon. God, that's weird."

"What's a navel?" She opened her mouth, and shut it again.

"Well it's... Well, do you know what an umbilical cord is?"

"I have vague memories from a biology class well over ten years ago." He said. "Something to do with repro... Do humans not have gen-"

"We do!" Irene interrupted. "I just assumed that your bodies would be identical to humans." There was a side note that she hoped that they were... compatible. "No, its to carry nutrients to the foetus before we are born. Everyone has one, its a small mark on our stomachs."

"Really?" Kai wrinkled her nose. Irene sighed and started on the ties of her dress. "Oh..."

"Shush." She muttered, she let the dress pool to fall at her feet before starting on the strings of her corset. "Men have it so easier with fashion." She said, not unkindly but with a sharp edge.

"I'm more than happy to help." He smirked as Irene managed to get the knot undone and parted the boned fabric at her chest. "Heaven and earth, how many times have you been stabbed?"

"Not that many times? Maybe four or five times?" She said, looking down.

"That one is awful." He said, putting his index finger on her navel.

"That's my navel." She said. "I guess it's technically a scar?"

"But you said it was so you could eat as a baby."

"No, it- have you ever studied human biology? And- oh you- you're messing with me, aren't you?" He grinned and nodded.

"I'll admit that I have never seen one in real life and was unaware that it does in fact look like a scar." He said. "But I'm not that dim."

"You are the worst."

"Yeah, but you like me anyway." He said, stroking her jaw. "It looks weird though."

"Says the man without a navel."

"Technically, not a man."

Lmao relatable.

i love how people who are into british aisles folklore vs. people who are into the modern edgy faerie movement sound like cat people vs. dog people like

me: *mentions faeries* someone reblogging my post: um even THINKING about faeries, ESPECIALLY IRISH FAERIES, is to flirt with a fate worse than death. your blood will drip form their sharp teeth. their sharp, sharp, pointy, sharp teeth. this isn’t tinker bell you’re dealing with. me: ….ANYWAY, this is my brounie his name is ferd and he unclogs my shower drain

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Aww, very cute. Yeah, I agree about Kai being somewhat of a hopeless romantic.

Hiya, what do you reckon for 8 of the otp questions? Thanks

I think Irene probably would prefer if people didn't know that Kai was her student because they may judge her so they say that they met through work which is correct anyway.

Kai probably likes to describe Irene exactly as they met, right down to the gravel in her hair, followed by that he knew she was the one as soon as he saw her argue with Bradamant because he likes that fiery side about her.

Irene tells it very factually and calls him an idiot but kisses him anyway

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18th Century Manners

I love Regency Romance, don’t get me wrong, it’s one of my all-time favourite genres, but I really feel like there are not enough people who appreciate the non-romance shenanigans that the rigid code of politeness in force in Approximate-Regency-Period England allows. Where are the stories about:

1. Someone accidentally wanders into the wrong social group without realizing it, Certain Things are never openly discussed, ergo two discreetly gay dudes have been effectively members of a smuggling operation for like 4 years without anyone noticing the misunderstanding. A Discreet Communication Carried For A Friend is a  Discreet Communication Carried For A Friend, after all. 

2. Elderly matriarch of large and successful family is discovered on her death to be the widow of the wrong Sir Henry, at no point did anyone notice because It’s Rude To Pry, entire family has been slavishly obeying the whims of a completely unrelated stranger for 30 years purely because she turned up and announced that she was Eccentric Uncle Henry’s widow. 

3. Trans dude makes his first foray out in male attire, meets a bunch of Lively Young Gentlemen while out drinking, they’re friends now, his entire made-up-on-the-spot backstory is accepted without question, nobody questions him for the next 50 years because he’s Lord So-and-so’s Dear Chum and therefore is just presumed to have been vetted at some point. Once or twice a Fellow Chum finds out, is mildly shocked, and then Never Speaks Of It Again Because One Does Not. 

4. Being a werewolf is HELL when it takes 2-3 hours to get dressed to socially acceptable standards and all the best parties are on full moon nights so people can see to drive home. 

5. Angry ex shows up to be poisonously sweet at a party, it is Literally Unthinkable to be so rude as to tell them to leave. 

6. All your friends are 100% down to help each other cover up a scandal. So far your friends-group has concealed 1 lesbian affair, 2 het affairs, smuggling, extortion, and 2 murders. 

7. Being an obnoxious old lady is super fun when everyone else is too polite to Sass You Back. You eventually find a stroppy young woman who drops even sicker burns than you do and adopt her as your heir. 

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Oh my God that’s so exciting! I’m adoring the Wolfstar P and P so will for sure read the book. That’s really impressive and fun, hope it goes well for you!

ATTN: PRIDE AND PREJUDICE LOVERS, ESP ARTISTS - EXCITING PROJECT

I have been thinking a lot about the love, effort and joy I have derived from writing my Wolfstar P&P fic, and I have decided that I want to adapt it into a piece of original fiction.

I have no allusions - this is queer trash romance with a regency twist. 

BUT. It’s joyful for me to create, and I think fun for people to read (I mean, if they don’t find it resonates as original fiction as well as it does fanfic, that’s ok too! And understandable! But I’m curious to find out.) 

I’ve been looking into the self-publishing sitch on Kindle/Amazon for a while now, and I think it’s time to take the plunge. 

So, I’m planning on completing Pride and Prejudice over the next month and a half, and then adapting that work into original fiction. 

I will rewrite, rework, polish and shine that motherfucker until it gives Casey McQuinston a run for her money (except, yanno, prolly not? But we can dream). 

I also have a few original shorts of the gay romance and smut variety which I plan to self-publish in the near future as well. 

I have even decided on my pen-name for all this romance and smut I’m apparently going to publish, P&P aside - Annwyn Vix. (Had to give a little nod to my fanfiction pen name, after all.)

I wanted to share this with you all because I have felt so incredibly lucky and supported by my loyal readership (small but mighty! And the comments absolutely go off). 

You have lifted me up on days when I have felt sad, and reminded me that creativity and sharing and connecting with others is its own reward. 

To that effect - I wanted to reach out to the artists who follow me and would be interested in partnering for the branding and cover design of this original work. I envision something quite colourful and minimalist. (You would be paid for your work, of course.)

I’m not going to get rich writing this (some money would be nice) but if I can build up a community on Patreon at all similar to what I have found here and on AO3, I will feel like I have really achieved a huge life goal of mine. 

I love you all. Thank you for taking the time to read my work. 

Stay tuned for the next chapter. 

This is awesome, they’re a really talented writer- so enjoy!

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"This is your fault." Silver whined. He lay on his back staring up at the ceiling of the cell. He'd start whining about the filth on his suit when he sat up again. Vale leant his forehead on the bars and slowly exhaled. "You just have to poke your nose in, don't you."

"And you have to break the law, don't you?" Vale sighed. "Should I just give up and pretend that you don't exist?" Silver shot up, sitting bolt up right.

"Why on earth would... What have I been laying in?"

"Four years of dust and dirt. I hypothesise that these rooms flood when the river gets too high, like it did after the storm we had two weeks ago. Hence why the floor is still damp and the plaster is damaged. Four years of dust and dirt, mildew and whatever the river dragged in."

"Ugh. You could have stopped with dust." He climbed to his feet and joined Vale at the bars. "What are you looking at?"

Vale turned to him. "A nuisance." Silver blinked slowly, like a cat.

"How rude."

"I apologise if it hurts to hear the truth." Vale replied, looking away from him. "I'm trying to work out how to get us out of here since you're more worried about your clothes." Silver ran his hand over the shoulder of his suit and wrinkled his nose in disdain at the filth that clung to his fingers. He stared at his hand, and then at Vale's shoulder, and then back down to his hand. He smeared the dirt off and onto Vale's sleeve. Vale jumped back.

"What on earth are you doing?"

"My hand was dirty."

"Your face will be dirty if you keep this up." Vale hissed. "Will you shut up so that I can get us out of here? Or do you want to remain in this cell forever?"

"And spend my days with you? Yes please." Vale muttered something under his breath that seemed to rhyme with 'Silver you piece of quit.' not that Vale would often use such profanity when there were people to hear him, but sometimes the situation, or person, called for it. As long as Winters couldn't hear to call him a hypocrite.

"Have you tried the door handle?" Silver suggested, before trying it himself.

"You're a genius." Vale snapped when the handle wouldn't even budge. "What's your next solution? Turning semi corporeal and slipping through the bars?"

"How stupid do you think I am?" Silver asked, before. "Nevermind. Don't answer that." Vale rolled his eyes.

"Now, unless you have any bright ideas, please be quiet."

"Shout for help."

"Pardon?"

"Shout for help. Tell them I'm not breathing or something and the guard will come to investigate and open the door."

"Why would that work?"

"I saw it in a movie."

"A what?" He sighed.

"Get Winters to show you." Silver said. "Do you want to try that then?"

"I suppose that it wouldn't hurt. You'll have to lay on the floor again."

"I'm already dirty, a little more won't kill me. Hopefully." Silver said, he sat down where he had been before, before carefully laying down with his back to the cell bars. Vale took a deep breath.

"Guard! Guard! He's not breathing!" He waited and a guard started to slowly stroll closer. "He's going to die. What have you done to him?" The guard peered through the bars.

"Will you be quieter if he's dead?" The guard asked. Vale glowered at him. "Our instructions were to keep you here. Nothing about keeping you ali-" Vale's hand shot through the bars and grabbed a fistful of his hair, using it to slam the man's head against the metal bars until he went limp and Vale released him to fall to the ground.

"That works too, I suppose." Silver said, getting up, he went to brush the dirt off himself before remembering. Vale rifled through the guards pockets, finding a small flick knife, a pistol and the keys. The cell key was the sixth that he tried.

"Let's get out of here."