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thosehallowedhalls · 2 months

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Until the Stars Fall from the Sky

Book: Blades of Light and Shadow

Pairing: Tyril x Raine (f!human!MC)

Rating: Teen

Word count: 886

Summary: Even Tyril finds himself at a loss for words sometimes. Expanded version of the diamond scene in book 2, chapter 2.

A/N: Submission for @choicesmonthlychallenge (prompt: flowers), and @choicesflashfics (prompt: my life would be empty without you in it). @choicesficwriterscreations

Raine snuggles up against Tyril, soaking up his presence as they lie together in the forest. The mingled scents of damp earth, greenery, and flowers waft up sweet and heady through the air, making her heart ache with the beauty of it.

Strictly speaking, though, this moment has no business being perfect. The ground is damp, she can hear what’s most likely mice scurrying through the bushes, and she’s pretty sure that the tickling in her right leg is ants. And yet.

This is Tyril.

Being back in his arms tilts the balance to the side of perfect so thoroughly that all inconveniences barely register. She rests a hand on his chest, feeling the comforting thump of his heartbeat under her palm. She has no recollection of the last year, but she knows that somehow, even in her state of unconsciousness, she missed him.

She isn’t surprised when the arm around her tightens its hold every couple of minutes. She wants to hold onto him with all her might, too. But she tries to reassure him anyway.

“I’m right here, Tyril. I’m not going anywhere.”

He exhales. “I can’t help it. Part of me still believes I must be dreaming.”

“Have you dreamed of this? Since I left?”

“Every day, in all my sleeping and waking moments.”

“I hope reality lives up to it.”

He trails his fingers down her cheek. “The reality of you is always better than dreams.”

She will never get used to the way he talks, like she’s the most precious thing in his life. The way he looks at her, like she truly is his dream. Sometimes she wishes she could speak like he does, words turning so seamlessly into poetry. But she can show him how she feels in other ways.

“Tell me, what did you do this year? Kade only knew the basics.”

“I spent the vast majority of my time seeking a way to get you back.”

“Oh, Tyril.”

“I scoured through libraries, archives, and private collections. I believed that the answer must be in Undermount, so I rarely left the city.”

“Didn’t you spend time with your family?”

“To an extent, yes. Although my primary focus was my research, I endeavored to assist Adrina with the restoration of House Starfury.”

“How is that working out?”

“Better than I could have expected. My sister is extraordinarily clever.”

“She takes after her big brother, I take it?”

“I believe her gifts are all her own.” His smile fades. “But all the successes, the repaired alliances, the regained status… It all rang hollow. Because you were gone.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” he says fiercely. “I’m the one who failed you. “

“You did no such thing.”

“I did. I didn’t protect you.”

“Tyril, there is nothing anyone could have done.”

“I prided myself on being resourceful. I should have found my way to you.”

“There was no way. There’s a reason Valax needed me. Realm walkers are rare.” In an attempt to lighten the mood, she flutters her lashes. “One of a kind, even.”

His lips twitch. It’s not quite a smile, but she feels the triumph of it all the same. “You were one of a kind before you became a realm walker.”

“My ego would be lost without you.”

“I was lost without you.”

“Tyril…”

“It’s the truth.” Levity forgotten, he raises himself up on an elbow and gazes into her eyes. “Before, I used to think my life would be empty without you in it. Once you were taken, I knew it to be true.”

She laces her fingers through his, a silent reassurance.

“Being without you, Raine… It felt like all the sunshine had left my world.” When his voice breaks, her heart does the same.

“I’m right here, Tyril.” She kisses his mouth, his jaw, his cheeks. “You have me.”

When his hand cups the back of her neck, bringing her mouth back to his, she follows eagerly. Her hands come up, fingers digging into his shoulders as she breathes in the scent of him. Parchment, ink, and just a hint of smoke. “Gods, I’ve missed you. I know it doesn’t make sense,” she says when his brow furrows. “But I missed you so much.”

He whispers a few words, and suddenly, there’s a small bouquet of pink flowers in his hand. “For you.”

“Showoff.” Laughing, she slides off his body and back to the ground. “They’re beautiful. What do they mean? Don’t give me that look. You wouldn’t give me random flowers. There’s a meaning to them.”

He brushes his lips against hers. “Indeed. Pink camellias signify longing. Most particularly during someone’s absence.”

“Is that your way of saying you missed me too?”

“More than words can convey.”

She swallows past the knot in her throat and lays her head on the crook of his shoulder. “Coming from you, that’s saying something.”

“It appears even I can be at a loss for words.”

“I love your words, but… I don’t need them. You know that, right? All I need is you.”

He tightens his hold on her again. “You have me. Until the last star falls from the sky and beyond.”

They don’t speak after that. They don’t need to.

They both know they’re exactly where they’re meant to be.

#tyril x raine #tyril starfury x mc #blades of light and shadow #playchoices

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liviusofpella · 5 months

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Reyna right after fighting her way back to the Light Realm✨

@bladesrc

We all know who I am, you know I had to start with angst🙈 I also decided to go a little extra and wrote a mini fic for this edit!

At first, she was blinded by the bright lights reflecting in the marble chamber and stunned as her head hit the ground. Then, all she heard was buzzing in her ears and some commotion in the distance. Someone was approaching, she deduced from the rhythmic thumping on the ground, and soon she felt the touch of so well-known hands on her cheek. Groaning, she forced herself to a sitting position, but immediately regretted that, feeling as if a wave of nausea was about to hit.

She remembered saying something to him, and then vomiting, but after that she lost contact with reality, not unconscious but not able to take care of herself either, and that's when Kade took over, just as she'd done for him many times before.

When she came to, she was lying in bed in a familiar chamber with Kade holding her hand to his lips. There were two guards stationed by the door and she immediately tensed.

“Kade,” she whispered. “Am I in trouble?”

“Reya, thank the stars,” he mumbled, opening his eyes immediately at the sound of her voice, and he rushed to close his sister in a bear hug. She enveloped him too, although without as much force.

“You're hurting me.”

“Sorry, sorry, I am just so happy to see you again.”

Kade pulled away, but his hands remained on her shoulders, holding her in place as he took in the sight of her with glassy eyes and a big smile on his face. Reyna smiled back at him, but her brows furrowed.

“Why are you acting like this?”

“Like what?”

“Like you haven't seen me in so long. It was just a couple of days, I know it must’ve been stressful but—”

“Reya, you’ve been gone for a year.”

“Impossible,” she whispered, shaking her head. Only then she remembered that the last time she saw her brother his face was covered in bruises, while now there was not a single trace of them. Her face fell. “Where’s Tyril?”

Kade bit his lip, his hand now squeezed Reyna’s in a poor attempt to calm her down. “Don’t get nervous, you should be resting.”

“Did something happen to him?”

“No! No, he’s alright, it’s just… He’s in Undermount. Pretty much everyone left the castle by now, only Threep and Loola are here.”

They left. She swallowed slowly, trying to calm her nerves and to sort out her thoughts. “He left?”

“We combed through the Royal Archives together for months, but at last we reached the conclusion that perhaps the elves have the answers we were looking for, so he went back to work from there. He’s still looking, he didn’t leave you,” Kade reassured. “I’ll call a chambermaid for you and—”

"No, don’t. I’m alright, I can still take care of myself,” she stopped him and smiled weakly.

“Are you sure?”

“I am," she nodded lazily. "I just want to take the bubbliest bath in history, my whole body hurts."

Kade gently squeezed his sister's hand and sent her a reassuring smile. "Alright, you deserve it. I'll send for a physician in an hour, and then—"

"Send for Tyril, please."

As she caught a sight of her broken body in the mirror, she was glad the room was only illuminated by several candles. Her feet brought her closer to the reflective surface, her lip quivered unwillingly.

Her fingers touched the protruding clavicles, then ribs, only to finally slide down to her hip bones, covered in multicoloured bruises. She lost weight. Her split lip started bleeding again, and she watched as the blood drops slid down her chin and then down her chest.

“Oh.”

A battleground. The first chance she had to see herself in a mirror was right before she entered the tub, inviting with the warm scent of lavender. Her body was a battleground.

She swore under her breath, taking in every little bruise and cut, touching it just a bit too roughly, which caused additional waves of pain. Her body looked worse than after the battle with the Dreadlord.

Reyna shuddered at the thought of another scientist's hands touching her broken body, being exposed to another stranger. She felt lonely, her skin was cold. She wanted Tyril to hold her, to kiss every bruise and cut, to massage healing ointments into her skin as tenderly as only his hands could. But what if he didn't wait for her? What if it proved too much for him, and he found someone better in his homeland? What if her friends didn't look for her any more?

Sighing heavily, Reyna carefully took off her underwear, cringing with every move, and threw it on the floor, intending to dispose of it the second she leaves the bathroom.

She slowly submerged in the steaming water, and a sigh of relief left her lips when she lied comfortably in the tub. The bubbles happily burst against her skin, tickling her in the most delicate way, reminding her that one's touch can be gentle. If not for the burning in his eyes, she wouldn’t realise she was crying. She had no reason to—she didn’t even know what happened, after all. She didn’t remember. The wounds would heal and she would be brand new. She would find her friends, and they would be together again. All would be well. So why was she weeping, unable to catch a breath?

When she left the bathtub, the mirror was fogged, concealing her reflection from her eyes. It was better that way, she preferred not to see herself.

Reyna looked around the well-known room, inspecting it for any changes, any traces of Tyril's recent activity, and at last her own belongings.

They had spent the whole week between returning from the Shadow Realm and her kidnapping in this room, mostly in bed or in the bathtub. Naturally, she gripped his pillow, searching for his scent or a letter left on the sheets, only to find herself disappointed. She was conflicted, confused, a bit disappointed, still hoping Kade was playing a trick on her, and she was in fact gone for a few days. The weather was just as she remembered, trees lazily shedding their colourful leaves and chilly rainy nights.

She had Kade dismiss the physician’s help, claiming she was fine. She would take care of it. She just needed to sleep it off.

Kade wrapped his arms as gently as he could around his bruised sister, lovingly caressing the back of her head as she cried into his shirt for what felt like hours on end. He shed a tear as well, although he tried his best to conceal it—Reyna needed him to be the strong one now. Once she cried out all her tears, she asked Kade to sing her a lullaby, as he often did throughout their life in Riverbend.

"And please don't leave me alone tonight," she pleaded, tugging on his wrist.

"Of course, I'll stay and watch over you," he assured and tucked her frail body in before pressing a kiss to the top of her head, in the same way she always did when he was sick and afraid he wouldn't pull through.

#also please be nice this is the first time i ever took up editing haha #those of you who do that as a hobby are too powerful #blades of light and shadow #choices blades #blades of light and shadow 2 #choices bolas #playchoices #BladesRedesignChallenge #BladesRC

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asphodel-storm · 4 months

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T’was the week before Christmas and off in the night

One princling was hiding his damn self from sight

The note had been left on Raine’s pillow with care

Instead of the person she thought would be there

While she was all nestled all snug in her bed

That backstabbing jerkface had turned tail and fled

By law he’s a prisoner, he’s just out on bail

By running he basically broke out of jail

But Raine was not sad over these legal matters

It’s only that now her heart was in tatters

Off to become worthy, to change his foul way

When all that she needed was for him to stay

Her friends were immediately on the attack

Tyril even offered to drag his ass back

But duty and questing could simply not wait

Whether they’d meet again would be left up to fate

They journeyed on, for the realm needed saving

Despite what one quester’s heart was now craving

More vapid than seagulls, his excuses came

Echoing in her mind like a constant refrain

“I’m sorry, I promise, this has meant so much

I just find that I’m unworthy of your touch

I will go for now, myself to redeem.”

So she was left wondering: what did THAT mean?

Surely he’d only do right by the land

If he stayed beside her, fought hand in hand?

It wasn’t to be, he’s been gone a while

But perhaps by Friday there will be cause to smile?

When Aerin returns will he prove himself true?

He certainly has some explaining to do >_<

I've never played tbolas, so this may be wonky. But @baldwinboy5ive apprised me of the situation and so I wrote this for her on a whim. Happy holidays Aerin enjoyers! I hope Friday is everything you've been hoping for.

#tbolas #the blades of light and shadow #aerin x mc #blorbos-in-law #tbolas spoilers #I don't go here

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the-unconquered-queen · 6 months

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I’ve been thinking about a Blades modern college AU a lot lately and I kinda wanna share my HCs of what I’d see everyone doing

(they’d be aged down just a little bit for this one and we’re gonna do a bit of mental gymnastics to believe they’d be at the same place and everything and finally I don’t think the modern AU lives the writers suggested are in-character, so this does not follow that)

Aerin & Baldur: The easiest one for me. In a modern AU I still usually see them being princes so both of them are sent to uni to get political science degrees, but Aerin, who is a massive nerd and also looks forward to the peace and quiet once Baldur graduates, double majors in chemistry, too. As a bonus note, Aerin spends a lot of time in the library studying for his classes, but Baldur (who I cannot reason being an academic underperformer in a modern AU since he does have all eyes on him and a reputation to maintain) is more the kind of student who seemingly does no studying whatsoever but still manages to do reasonably well in his classes. It pisses Aerin off to no end. Also, in no universe is Aerin working at Starbucks if you try to keep the adaptation close to canon because either he's super rich with no reason to work for $14 an hour OR he's in prison for plotting an assassination, no in-between.

Imtura: Maybe she’s also a princess in a modern AU, or at least she’s the daughter of a diplomat or someone with a prominent government position, like a president or PM. She’s also expected to study something that helps her follow in her mother’s footsteps, but she says fuck that and does as she pleases. Goes for something like kinesthetics and also takes up a bunch of sports.

Tyril: Sure, he could be a noble, but I’m also fond of the HC that he’s the heir of a major company, so I could see him being a business major. Possibly takes on a minor that lets him study poetry, too. He also seems like someone who'd even go on to do a Master's, Naturally, he’s a star student even though he ends up deciding that taking over the family business isn’t quite the future he wants.

Mal: Most likely the one that does not actually go to college. Will tell anyone it’s a scam. Makes me wonder if in a modern AU he’d be a tech wiz, since in the 21st century stealing is less about physical theft and more about hacking and scams, which obviously he only pulls on rich people and assholes. Someone bothering you? Hit him up and your problem’s all taken care of. But I really like the idea that a little farther down the line he enrolls in college to study social work, because Mal is still Mal and he still wants to help kids in need.

Nia: Without a doubt she is a theology major. She was raised in a very religious community so she’s always been steered in that direction, even though her views evolve and she does a lot of personal growth as she meets a lot of different people while she’s at college, she still views her faith as a key aspect of her and wants to share it with others the right way. I could also see her taking some first aid classes on the side or in her free time, not because she ever means to practice medicine or anything, but just because she thinks it’s important knowledge. Also, sorry to everyone who thinks she'd be a super preppy influencer, but Nia is def more along the lines of a repressed Mormon kid so irl she can be kind of hard to stomach for some people even though she is incredibly sweet.

Kade: You KNOW this man is a humanities major, maybe without focusing on a specific one so he can study literature, poetry, music, and everything he likes under that umbrella, even though he does lean toward literature. Is currently the only person who can compete with Aerin on most hours spent in the library (they probably both know all the librarians by name and each has to get shooed out at closing time). If he has any of those professors who insist their own interpretation of a piece is the only valid one, then Kade’s about to become their least favorite student because he WILL debate them any day.

MC: MC’s a fun one because everyone can HC something that fits their MC’s personality, either based on the story or just what they would like to see MC doing in the modern world, but some potential majors I’m fond of for a modern MC are zoology (beastmaster), chemistry (alchemy), linguistics (MC can be fluent in at least two animal languages in the book, you can’t tell me they wouldn't be brilliant as a linguist), anything in the medical field (medicine/healing), social work if they want to work with Mal, or even something to become an international diplomat down the line (diplomacy).

#playchoices #blades of light and shadow #aerin valleros #imtura tal kaelen #tyril starfury #mal volari #nia ellarious #long post #funnily enough I got this post scheduled days ago & then started seeing some modern AU posts in the tag so truly a shared brain cell here

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secret-fungi · 7 months

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The storm will pass

Paring: Tyril x f! elf (odelia)

book: blades of light and shadows

word count: 1500

rating: t

Summary: Odelia wonders about the future and Tyril just tries to trap sand in his hands

category: hurt and comfort

warnings: light swearing and heavy sadness a silly little fic that has nothing to do with the plot really

Tags: @sophie-summer @lawrencebarkley @agattthaa @choicesficwriterscreations @choicesprompts

Tyril wasn’t sure what woke him from his sleep, maybe just fear that Valax had found them while they were unaware, but he did.

His eyes landed onto the empty bedroll near the campfire, her belongings right where she left them. Fear gripped his heart tightly, its claws digging into him, his heart ceased beating and his lungs froze in fear of the hand’s cruel wraith falling onto them, as well.

He shot up, grabbing hold of his sword and scanning the surroundings. “Odelia?” He called, rushing out of the house.

“Odelia!” he called, a bit louder- “She went to the tree.” Imtura said, “When’d she go?” he asked because the orc had seemingly been awake for much longer than He had been, she must’ve been waiting for the elf to return, sitting on a log outside the house. “Not too long, I followed her but she was just… praying?” the orc explained in a whisper. “Praying?” Tyril asked.

“That’s what it looked like to me.” She said, “Whatever she was doing I thought it best to leave her to it.” he swallowed the lump in his throat. “I just… want to make sure she’s alright.” He said, earning a small nod of understanding from the orc.

He allowed his feet lead him to her, and there she was.

Upon seeing her he realized that she was not praying, she was meditating. He stepped closer, and realized that too, was wrong. She sat on a branch, staff in her hand, staring forward, watching, waiting.

He frowned at the sight of her. Her energy was once warm and calm, now it was as though you put a blanket over her, like a wall of tangled branches, all weaved and twisted into a wall around her, you could sense immense power, almost too much to grasp, but it was cold, and beyond a barrier.

He watched as she stared into the distance, finally, she looked to the sky through the break in the leaves.

For a moment she just stared, until a blossom fell onto her hand, she held her hand up to the sky, the flower a beautiful ring on her finger that she stared at until she frowned, letting the flower catch the breeze.

She watched the flower fall, and somewhere in the time that it took for the blossom to land tears started to stream down her cheeks.

Soft, hushed sobs filled the air, then they ceased only for a few moments before they escaped again.

The look in her eyes made his heart ache, no light resided in them, clouded over and far away, she looked like the living dead, skin and bones.

He moved closer on instinct, the only thought he could have was to help the woman. A twig snapping under his foot, and suddenly a new ball of fire came at him, faster than lighting and hotter than the sun.

“Gods!” He shouted, jumping away from the blast, still it managed to burn his shoulder.

He grabbed hold of his shoulder, sucking in a breath. “Oh! Tyril!” she called out, and suddenly she was in front of him, a portal closing behind her.

He noticed three things at once; One, a familiar letter peaked from her pocket. two, Her expression was schooled, only the faintest trace of that expression she had just moments ago remained. Three, her hands were shaking.

Her hands reach to look at the burn. “I’m so sorry!” She said “I shouldn’t have surprised you.” he said with a pained smile.

She healed his burn, the searing pain slowly dissipating leaving only a warmth that tickled his bones. “New spell?” he asks “Nia showed me.” she explained.

“I’m sorry, Tyril.” she repeated “Asked me to protect you and i’ve set you on fire,” she let out a nervous chuckle. “Who asked that?” he asked, reaching his hand to hold hers in place.

With her free hand she gives him a letter. The same parchment from his father’s study, he and Adrina would play in his desk and doodle on this stationary, pretending to be adults. It seemed like so long ago that they did. too soon did they no longer needed to pretend to be adults, going to balls and worrying about marriage proposals and being the leaders of their house, now they simply were.

And the memory of hiding behind father’s bookcase as he pretended not to know, calling out their names as he looked for them was nothing more than a fond, distant memory. the joy he felt then no longer attainable by hiding under his father’s desk. He supposed that’s why people have children, to regain the joy adulthood steals.

The blue wax seal bore his house's crest, Her name on the back written distinctly in his fathers handwriting.

“My father wrote to you?” He asked, brows raised high. “I wrote to him.” She said “why?” “He's worried about you, I promised before we left Undermount That I’d write…” she trailed off, guiding him to sit on a log.

The knowledge of the letter made him forget about her time in the tree, forget about the expression she no longer had, maybe it was the fire hitting him, but he forgot what he had wished to ask.

He opened the letter, the first words his father wrote was to call him by his familiar name, the ones after that were thank yous for the update, for the portrait, for finding him, and writing then well wishes, promises that whatever house Starfury has, so does house Nightbloom. He asked for a favor, to protect his son, he asked if he was successful in his quest to rescue her, and he asked if she was well, at the end of the letter ‘as per your request, Adrina says she had nothing but faith, and that it has taken a great many.’

He stared at the letter for a good long while, holding her hand against his chest as he read and reread the letter.

“Are you angry?” She asks “no, it just… doesn’t seem like my father,” “Maybe he figures that gold to nightbloom is gold starfury.” she jokes with a chuckle. “I think he just likes you.” He says “He just wants to see you happy, Tyril.” Odelia responds quickly.

“I am.” he says, bringing her hand to his lips.

She’s cold.

She flinches as he places a kiss on her palm, kissing the semicircle scar that appeared there since she’s been away.

What could’ve made this scar? he wondered.

He looks up at her through his lashes, smiling as she flushes.

“You’ve become shy.” he said with a grin, watching as her breath caught in her throat, looking away from him before bringing her hand to his cheek.

They stay like that for a moment, before he tugs her to his lap. “you could have asked.” she got out before he kissed her.

his hands found their way to the curve of her hip and hers found their way to his hair, twisting a dark strand around her finger.

She held him like she was afraid to touch him, afraid of him touching her.

Her hand pressed against his chest, holding him back, keeping him in place.

She kisses him like she’s just as starved as he is, she doesn’t mention when he accidentally clashes his teeth into hers and he doesn’t mention her cracked lips, bleeding onto him.

He took her bottom lip between his teeth and cleaned the blood from it.

“I’ve missed you.” He says, breathless. She hums in response.

She used to say he was love.

Now she doesn’t say much at all. Poetry stripped from her tongue like feathers torn from a song bird.

But she looks at him and he knows that poetry is the least of what was stolen, her yellow eyes that once resembled a star, bright and full of light now extinguished.

Feathers grow back, no matter how long it feels like they are gone, they return. Just as her words would in time.

He kissed her again, a silent promise he’d get it right this time, that he’d protect her.

He looked at her as a miracle, and She smiled at him as a dead man, a ghost with their foot out the door.

He wondered what her unfinished business was, saving the realms or him? He thought on this as he recalled a memory.

“When I wake up every morning, there would be no better sight than you by my side.” She said, mimicking his accent a little too well. “You are love,” She said. And he never understood what she meant.

He rested his forehead against hers and let the memory overtake him.

They sat in silence for a moment, as he rocked her side to side slowly, humming a song into her collarbone.

His whole world fit in his arms, and in his arms she would stay until her feathers came back, until she smiled with her eyes again, until her poetry returned and she dared to hope once more.

#blades of light and shadow #bolas 2 #playchoices #pb bolas #tyril starfury #bolas tyril #my fic #choices fanfic #bolas fic #blades fic

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choicesflashfics · 4 months

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Week 65 Prompts:

“Sometimes, being with you feels so much like a dream … and I don’t ever want to wake up.”

“I’m sorry, but I’m done waiting.”

“What makes you think I would do something like that?”

The Greatest Gift - @storyofmychoices (Open Heart; Bryce Lahela x F!OC)

You’re All I Need - @liaromancewriter (Open Heart; Ethan Ramsey x F!MC)

Marabelle Chapter 8: A Princess for a Prince - @tessa-liam (The Royal Romance; Liam x F!OC)

Holiday Prompts fics:

Blame It On The Mistletoe - @kristinamae093 (The Royal Romance; Liam x F!OC)

Beneath the Mistletoe - @storyofmychoices (Blades of Light and Shadow; F!MC x OC / Mal Volari x Tyril Starfury / Mal Volari x F!MC / Tyril Starfury x OC)

Holiday Cheer - @storyofmychoices (Open Heart; Bryce Lahela x F!OC / Ethan Ramsey x F!MC / Tobias Carrick x F!MC)

Jouluyö - Christmas Night - @aalltarenunelma (Immortal Desires, ILITW, ILB Crossover; Multiple Pairings)

Impossibly Perfect - @storyofmychoices (Open Heart; Bryce Lahela x F!OC)

You’re All I Need - @liaromancewriter (Open Heart; Ethan Ramsey x F!MC)

Marabelle Chapter 8: A Princess for a Prince - @tessa-liam (The Royal Romance; Liam x F!OC)

#choicesflashfics #choices fanfiction #choices fanfic #choices prompt challenge #choices #playchoices #week 65

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saibug1022 · 4 months

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WIP Whatever-Today-Is

I got tagged by @aces-and-angels to share some WIPs, so I'm gonna show off some some Blades ones, an Elementalists one, and a few It Lives ones I never finished and I'm very excited. I'm gonna tag @oh-so-youre-a-nerd because I know full well you have more wips

Blades

First up, a little Tyril Hurt/Comfort, set during Ch 8 and during that time when we were all headcanoning the experimentation and torture Valax did:

“I’m sorry,” Asterin mumbled.

“No, I am,” Tyril protested immediately. He offered his hand and visibly relaxed when Asterin immediately took it. "I didn't mean to scare you. That's the last thing I ever want."

“I know,” Asterin said. “Trust me, I know. It’s okay.”

“Stop saying it’s okay,” Tyril replied. He clutched Asterin’s hand in both of his. “Me scaring you like that is abhorrent. But I am worried about you. That’s an Amulet of Rotem isn’t it? It’s an illusion charm. I know things have changed but we’ve never hidden things from each other. I shudder to think you feel the need to hide things from me and lie to me now.”

"...you're right," Asterin confessed. He kept his voice hushed. He wasn't sure why. Maybe he thought if he could barely make out his own words they wouldn't be real. "It's an illusion charm. I got it from Nia, but she doesn't know what it's for. It makes me look how I did before Valax."

"Do you look different now?" Tyril asked, matching Asterin's tone. Asterin nodded. "How?"

Asterin tried to answer but the words were so quiet not even their shared elven senses could pick it up. He wasn't even convinced he said anything at all. How could he say something out loud? How could he think about it long enough to give voice to his pain? Tears pricked the corners of his eyes as his frustration grew until finally he squeezed his eyes shut and took the amulet off.

There was no flash of light like he was used to with magic but he surmised from Tyril's sharp intake of breath that everything was now on display. He didn’t even need to look. He’d spent enough time staring at the scars in horror before making the request of Nia upon finding her again.

The most subtle were the pinpricks dotted all over his wrists and neck. They could almost be mistaken for freckles. Sometimes he could even pretend that’s all they were. But those were the simple ones. Also scarring his wrists were jagged cuts, lined up one after the other, and on his palms as well. With the charm off Tyril would also be able to see the way his hands shook now, a tremor he still couldn’t explain nor remedy. He assumed it had to do with the damage to his hands and wrists. A harsh claw mark was emblazoned across his face, a hair’s breadth away from his eye.

But worst of all were the last two. On his chest were three precise lines, two that started near his soldiers and went inwards until they met and went straight down in a “Y” shape. And on his back were the burns. At least, he thought they were burns. He had no way of knowing for sure.

Next we've got one that has the working title of Aerin Retrieval, which I think says everything on its own

“Aerin.”

Aerin nearly jumped out of his skin. He turned around quickly, both because of the sudden voice and the person it belonged to. Sure enough a familiar elf was leaning against a nearby tree. Aerin had always thought the phrase ‘glaring daggers’ was ridiculous but it fit the expression he was receiving now.

“Tyril,” Aerin said slowly. “You found me.”

“It wasn’t difficult,” Tyril scoffed. “For a spy you are dreadful at covering your tracks.”

“I wasn’t a spy,” Aerin muttered petulantly.

“What would you call your betrayals then?”

“Why are you here Tyril?” Aerin sighed. “Drag me back to my cell? Kill me?”

“Oh I’m going to do much worse than that,” Tyril said.

He slowly advanced toward Aerin and despite everything Aerin had faced he still backed away from the elf. But Tyril had the longer stride so before Aerin could get far enough Tyril was right in front of him. He reached forward and Aerin tensed up.

“OW!”

Tyril completely ignored his complaint and continued dragging Aerin back the way Tyril had come. By. His. Ear. Aerin was forced to just stumble along after him.

-.-.-.-.-

“Where did you go?” Asterin wondered.

“I found this,” Tyril explained, and dragged a struggling form out of the shadows by their hood.

“Well I’ll be damned,” Mal chuckled.

“Aerin?” Asterin said as he got to his feet. Aerin didn’t meet Asterin’s eye, instead focusing very intently on brushing himself off. “Aerin!”

Aerin finally sighed and looked up. “Hello Asterin.”

“So it is you,” Asterin replied.

“Yes it is,” Aerin mumbled. “I’m sorry?”

Asterin didn’t say a thing. Instead he walked right up to Aerin and punched him in the face hard enough to send the prince sprawling into the dirt.

“Asterin!” Nia scolded.

“Don’t stop him, this is great,” Imtura laughed.

“I deserved that,” Aerin admitted.

“You deserve SO much worse,” Asterin growled.

Elementalists

This is a scene from my own personal lore, where Apollo (going by Eli at this point) finds out his foster parents erased his memories. It'll eventually be Griffin x MC but I didn't get far enough XD

“We’re so sorry this is how you found out…”

Eli could barely breathe. Tears burned his eyes as the words written on that letter played on repeat in his mind, completely drowning out Professor Athantis’ lecture.

Everything Atlas said was true. Eli had managed to swallow down the idea that he had a secret twin brother and his parents weren’t his real parents. He’d gotten past that. But that wasn’t all they lied about. They’d erased his memories. He didn’t get sent away until he was six. They erased six years of memories of his real parents and his twin. They let Eli go through his life lost and aimless, knowing those memories about his twin and magic would fill that missing piece. He was walking around with a void in his chest his parents own parents caused. No. Not his parents. His foster parents. Eli wasn’t even his name.

“Mr. Pierce!”

Eli looked up and saw the entire class and Professor Athantis looking right at him with varying degrees of concern, confusion, and irritation.

“You’re blinding the class,” Professor Athantis explained, their tone urgent but gentle. Eli blinked and glanced to the sconces along the wall lit with magical light and realized yes, the small orbs were much larger and brighter than normal. Eli cursed and took a deep breath, forcing the lights to dim back to their normal levels.

“Sorry, mx,” Eli muttered.

“Are you okay?” Shreya asked him. “I’ve been trying to talk to you for half the class.”

Eli opened his mouth to tell her but then paused when he realized he couldn’t. He couldn’t tell her what was going on without mentioning Atlas. Not only was this eating him up inside but he couldn’t even tell anyone about it! Atlas didn’t even know how to deal with his own emotions, much less Eli’s. Professor Swan would panic and defend his foster parents. And no one else could know about Atlas or his parents.

“I’m fine,” Eli ended up saying.

It Lives Anthology

A cute little idea I had of the Eclipse giving Shadow!Val some level of coherency and form again :)

“What do you want?” Lucas asked sharply, not bothering with any sort of pleasantries. “Why are you the one calling me instead of Connor or Ava?”

“Because it isn’t about the monsters and shit,” Noah answered. “It’s about Val.”

Lucas stood up so fast his chair fell backwards, causing his poor roommate, James, to startle. Lucas didn’t pay them any mind though, hurrying out of his dorm and the building as fast as he could, pausing behind the building where he wouldn’t be overheard. Noah would occasionally send him pictures or little messages from Val when Val asked him too but that was all. If Noah was calling him about Val then something happened, something bad. Lucas’s veins felt like they were filled with ice.

“What happened?” Lucas demanded. There were so many things it could be, spinning through his mind. Val disappeared, somehow he got hurt, he forgot them, or worst of all he’d somehow gotten corrupted and turned from their sweet little playful ghost into a monster like Redfield or Jane.

“Relax dude, it’s nothing bad,” Noah replied.

“Forgive me if I don’t believe you,” Lucas snapped.

“Okay I deserve that,” Noah muttered and Lucas resisted the urge to verbalize his agreement. “I called instead of texting because I figured you’d want to see this and you only have tonight.”

“What is it?”

“You know how tonight’s that lunar eclipse?” Noah asked.

“Yes, it’s the only total lunar eclipse over Westchester in a hundred years,” Lucas replied. “I don’t think you’re calling about astronomy.”

“No, I’m calling because of what it means for the Power,” Noah confirmed. “Or magic. Or theyre the same thing, I don’t fucking know. Point is, Ava called and said the lunar eclipse is a time of clarity for spirits, when their humanity and shit becomes stronger. She called to tell Karter because of the shit going on with his sister and she said it only applied to human spirits so we didn’t think it applied to Val but…”

“He’s coherent?” Lucas’s eyes widened.

“As coherent as he can be,” Noah answered. “He’s still a little jumbled but he’s talking in full sentences and…and he’s singing again.”

This is a hypothetical scenario I came up with during ILW's release where the only way to close the breach would be for all people with Power in them to be gone too, meaning all three It Lives MCs

It was supposed to be over.

Matthias was defeated, Adrian and Marianthe were dead. The witches were free. The blood moon ritual was stopped and the horrors were cured. The Power was purified. It was all over. It was supposed to be over. They were supposed to get to go home, to live. Yet Castor found themself staring at the spirit of Loha, her words taking up all their thoughts.

“No,” Val shook his head, his voice shaking but Cas couldn’t tell if it was rage or fear. “No, no, I’m not-, no. You’re lying or you’re wrong.”

“I’m afraid not,” Loha seemed to have a bit of sympathy in her face as she looked at Val. “The breach has to be closed or this will happen again. There will be nothing and no one to stop it, not even a purifying anchor.”

“This is sick,” Leon snarled. Him and Val were the only ones in the cave with Cas, the only two that could make it far enough in. “You, you did this to me! I didn’t get a fucking choice! It’s your fault I have to do this!”

“I can’t,” Val’s hands fisted in his hair. “I can’t do this, not again, no.”

“It is what needs to happen,” Loha replied to Leon, ignoring Val but Castor came to his side and wrapped an arm around him. He didn’t even seem to notice. “The three of you are different from everyone else. Everyone has a connection to the Power, though some connections are stronger which is what gives them their powers. But you, each of you have a piece of the Power within you. As long as it’s there the Power can never truly be sealed away.”

“NO!” Val looked up, his face twisted with rage and he took a step forward that shook the entire cave. His voice wasn’t quite his, it echoed before it even reached the cave walls. Behind it was a chorus of whispers that made Castor shiver. “I’m not doing this again! I sacrificed myself once and I don’t regret but I am NOT letting it happen again and I am not letting Leon and Castor die!”

Last one, the start of Abel proposing to Castor <3

Castor was always colorful. Everything about them was so vibrant and so full of life. Being around them made the world seem brighter, from the green of life to the blue of the sky. It was in their smile and their laugh and of course in their eyes. It was absolutely beautiful, how they made the world so much more wonderful for everyone around them. For most it was their presence and their kindness and humor, but for Abel it was their love.

And among all those colors, the most Castor of them all was gold. The cyan of the Power was there, of course, in their powers and their eyes and Abel wouldn’t trade that for the world. But their soul was gold. It was bold like jewelry, it sparkled in their eyes, it glowed in their smile. It was warm like the sunlight lighting their face, turning their skin a warm brown.

Right now their eyes were closed and for once their muscles were relaxed. They breathed evenly as the golden light from the sunrise shone on their face and Abel knew if their eyes opened they’d reflect that light like stars. But he was content to watch them sleep, happy to see the softer side of his bright lover. For it was in these moments that somehow Abel loved them even more, because while Castor lit up the world of everyone else this was something only Abel got to see. The part of them that was soft and vulnerable was for him and him alone.

Castor trusted him and loved him, they took care of him and let him take care of them. It was the kind of thing he’d always wanted with someone and Castor not only made his dreams come true but surpassed them. It was why Abel wanted to spend the rest of his life with them. He always knew he wanted to but in these soft, small moments was when he felt it the strongest.

Castor let out a small yawn and shifted, causing a twist of hair to fall in front of their face. Abel carefully reached out to tuck it behind their hair and Castor leaned into his hand without even waking up. Abel knew he must look ridiculous smiling as big as he was but he didn’t care. Castor made a small hum and their eyes blinked open, brown and cyan finding him and causing a smile of their own to appear on Castor’s face.

“Hi,” They said, their voice barely above a whisper.

“Hi,” Abel replied, his voice just as quiet. “Did you sleep well?”

“Well with such a handsome man in my bed how can I not?” Castor leaned up and pressed a small kiss to Abel’s lips. It was barely a peck but it still warmed Abel from the inside out. This was what he wanted. Mornings like this where it was like the world faded away and that light of Castor’s was all his. Mornings and nights were there was no Power, no monsters, no ghosts, no classes or jobs, just Castor and Abel getting to be Castor and Abel. No more, no less.

“Can I ask you something?” Abel found himself asking. For a moment he panicked. He knew where his train of thought was going and he had an entire plan in place. But as Castor’s curious eyes met his, he thought damn the plan. He reached up and trailed his fingers along Castor’s cheek. Castor opened their mouth and Abel rolled his eyes fondly. “And do not say ‘you just did’.”

“Well, way to take all the fun out of it,” Cas pouted. “Fine, go ahead. What do you want to ask?”

Abel just smiled and rolled out of the bed leaving Castor laying there very very very confused.

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petalouda85 · 1 month

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WIP Wednesday

I got two snippets for you guys. The first is snippet for an upcoming Baby Starfury fic and the other is for the multichaptered project. Enjoy

From Baby Starfury fic, title: Birth

“Would be nice if the little tyke made headway.” Mal said, letting out a loud yawn. “All this doing nothing is making me tired.” His yawn was replaced with a yelp when Imtura slapped him lightly across his head. “Hey!” “You can’t rush these things.” Imtura scolded. “The tyke gets here when they get here. And that could be in the next 5 minutes or in the next few hours. Little guy could already be here and Kassandra’s just not up for visitors right now. We just got to wait.” “I know, I know! Doesn’t mean I can’t complain about the waiting. It’s not like we got a lot to do besides that and there’s only so many fake guys I can stab.” “I’d offer a book, but I get the sense neither of you are readers, even when faced with boredom.” All three laughed. “We’ll leave the reading to you, kid.” Mal stood up from the bench and pulled forth a deck of cards from his pocket. “Up for a game?” He asked the orc, who smiled. “Always. Be ready to lose.” The two found a patch of grass to sit on and began their game.

And from the multichaptered fic, no title as of yet. This is from what will probably be the 2nd or 3rd chapter:

“Where’s Tyril and [name]?” Dread began to choke her when Raine’s face fell. “I’m sorry, Kassandra. I saw them take [name]. Tyril fought them but they pushed him into the river and it washed him away. When the battle was done, I searched downstream for him and…” Raine reached down and pulled forth an elegant elven blade, one Kassandra knew all too well. “This is all I found.”

#wip wednesday #my writing #tyril starfury #tyril x mc #baby starfury #blades of light and shadow

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blupengu · 6 months

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#Tyril my bby I’m so sorry to do this to you 😂#even if tempest #tyril i lister #voltage #my post

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brightpinkpeppercorn · 5 months

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When I played book 1 of bolas, I had my mc flirt with all the lis but only bought the romantic scenes for mal and tyril, I ended book 1 with Mal and went into book 2 without choosing any of the heart options for Tyril, and yet, the game keeps defaulting him as the one that comforts mc, idk what to do at this point besides to start over from book 1 and not select any of the romantic dialogue with Tyril.

I guess I am just confused as to how mc has more "points" with Tyril rather than Mal, when I thought who we ended book 1 with, would have a small lead going into book 2.

Sorry for dropping in like this, but I am curious to know if the same is happening to you, iirc you made a post several chapters ago about restarting book 2 to only romance mal to see if he would appear as the one who comforts mc (also if anyone who is romancing both Nia and Imtura but have more romantic dialogue with one, are having a similar issue?)

Hello hello!! Yes, I had the same issue with Tyril comforting the MC as well

It seems as though the romance points from book one reset, they definitely weren’t set in stone even based on who you ended book one with

I think I have more Nia points than Tyril and I have more Mal points than Nia

There was another post that I saw which said the same thing, Tyril comforting the MC so I’m thinking that it’ll just be Tyril regardless of who you’ve mainly been romancing

Curious where these points are going to lead to, since they’re not really taken into account elsewhere. Maybe the epilogue?

Thank you for the ask! I do love Tyril but the game mechanics are a bit frustrating

#thank you for the ask!#playchoices #choices #blades of light and shadow

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lilyoffandoms · 3 months

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My February Challenge Masterlist

So January is done and I still need things to occupy my time while I’m laid up so onto the next challenge. A Choices February 2024, Choices Pride, and other fandom challenges seemed appropriate since I’ll go back to work right around the 14th so it gives me copious amounts of time to draw lovey dovey (platonic included) art for the season.

Trystan x Emma (CoP)

Based on the fic, The 2AM Christmas Tree Farm, by the extremely talented @thosehallowedhalls. Regrets, wishes granted, new regrets discovered, and best of all the most perfect mix of angst with happy endings.

Aiden x Evie (HSS)

Based on two lovely edits by @cadybear420. I’ve never played any of the HSS books but I’m incredibly tempted to give them a go based on this edit alone! Plus, Evie in a suit? Yes please (can’t wait to see you post that one)!

Kit x Jules (Untamable)

Based on the fic, We’ll Figure It Out, by @peonyblossom. Many of ya know I’m a sucker for cowboys and a select few (really all y’all know) I’m usually a sucker for books the fandom loves to hate. So this pairing was a no brainer for me. Cowboys? Check. Gay? Check. Fluff and picnics? Check. What’s not to love?

Daenarya x Maiele (Blades)

For me and for @storyofmychoices. Thanks for being so wonderful and creating Daenarya!

Imtura x Rán (Blades)

Based on the fic, Swordplay, by @trappedinfanfiction. If I’m a sucker for cowboys yall know I’m even more of a sucker for swordplay with a hot partner. And who wouldn’t want a little help learning that? Especially from Imtura!

Eva x Troy (WtD)

Based on Starlit Night by @dutifullynuttywitch. There is something so magical about friends bringing joy and comfort to each others lives before they become take the leap from friends to lovers. And if that comfort comes in the form of stargazing or even better, Aurora Borealis, sign me up!!

Ash x Skylar (ILITW)

Based on the fic, Répondez, S'il Vous Plaît ! 3, by @aallotarenunelma. Is there anything better than that moment before a first kiss? Well, other than the first kiss itself.

Trystan x Gabriel (CoP)

Dorian x Aerin (Blades)

Based on the fic, I Cannot Bear To Hold You With These Unworthy Hands, by @aria-ashryver. I title this art, Moments Before Disaster 😂 But seriously there is something so wonderful and tender in the moment when all seems right in the world. And for me, that moment is made all the better knowing it will be ripped away hehe (I’m sorry I’m like this).

Sloane Washington (PM)

For @sloanewashingtonappreciationweek day one.

Anna x Nyx (WT - lace)

Requested by @noesapphic for @choicespride Valentine’s event.

Early Morning Bryce

Based on this post.

Bryce x Jensen (OPH - bouquets)

Requested by @mydemonsdrivealimo for @choicespride Valentine’s Event.

Derek Taylor x Charlie Howard

For @tveitertotwrites as part of the @choicesfandomappreciation Secret Pal exchange.

Thomas x Jackie

Requested by @peonyblossom for @choicespride Valentine’s Event.

Mal x Daenarya

A gift for @storyofmychoices from @peonierose for the @choicesfandomappreciation Secret Pal Exchange. Based on this fic.

Tobias x Casey (OPH)

A birthday gift for @jerzwriter. Love ya babe 😘

Tyril x MC (Blades - dancing)

#playchoices #choicesfebruary2024 #choices monthly challenge #my art ish tag #i polish nothing #my masterlist

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storyofmychoices · 7 months

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Haha I’m sorry for those last two drabbles. If it makes you feel any better, they both hurt to write. Here’s something a bit more lighthearted. But also my way of teasing you about the art I got coming hehe

“How do we convince him though?” Daenarya leaned over the table with a conspiratorial whisper.

Mal and Maiele matching her movement. Mal from his place opposite them, Maiele from beside her.

“Leave the convincing to me,” Mal winked.

Maiele smiled and shook his head, “And tip him off to our plans?”

“What do you mean? I wouldn’t do that.”

“If you so much as suggest a costume, he will definitely suspect something isn’t right,” Daenarya smiled. “But thank you for that generous offer.

“I am nothing but generous,” Mal winked.

“Ah yes, that’s how everyone describes you. Generous to a fault,” Maiele teased, leaning back to take the final sip of his drink.

“I’m going to ignore your tone,” Mal smirked.

“I think it’s best we leave this up to Maiele,” Daenarya said and leaned back against Maiele beside her as Tyril walked back up with new drinks.

“Thanks for the help, Mal,” he scowled after he had handed out drinks and flopped back into his seat beside Mal.

“You’re most welcome,” Mal beamed.

Tyril rolled his eyes.

“So what were you all whispering about?” he asked, eyeing them all with suspicion.

“Halloween costumes. So elf boy, what are you going as?”

Tyril narrowed his eyes in Mal’s direction.

“We should plan our costumes soon, love,” Maiele said, drawing Tyril’s attention away from Mal.

Gahhh I want to know what they are planning too! Me 🤝 Tyril not knowing what you all have planned over there!

“Leave the convincing to me,” Mal winked.

Yeahhh that won't go well. Sorry Mal, you are not covert or subtle at all!

“I am nothing but generous,” Mal winked.

Daenarya smirking and blushing a little because this is true (in certain situations) their current situation, no, but private ones, yes! Daenarya has no complaints.

“Ah yes, that’s how everyone describes you. Generous to a fault,” Maiele teased, leaning back to take the final sip of his drink.

hehe I love that Maiele will call him out!

“Thanks for the help, Mal,” he scowled after he had handed out drinks and flopped back into his seat beside Mal.

Yeah this is an example of Mal not being generous lol He enjoys being unhelpful at times!

“So what were you all whispering about?” he asked, eyeing them all with suspicion. “Halloween costumes. So elf boy, what are you going as?”

🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️oh Mal! lol

But Maiele pulling Tyril's focus away. Gahh I can't wait to know what they are going to be and how amazingly awesome it is going to go!

Me: *bouncing with excitement*

This totally made me smile after all the sad angst!! Thanks for this little gift to cheer me up! You are seriously the bestest person to exist!

❤️❤️❤️❤️

#mal volari #tyril starfury #mal volari x daenarya #tyril starfury x maiele nightbloom #lilyoffandoms #halloween drabble #i am so excited #lovely things #save #keep #things that make me smile #tyril x maiele #mal x daenarya #daenarya + maiele #lovealexhunt

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Incorrect Quotes

Thank you so much for the tag @aallotarenunelmaenunelma and @jerzwriter ☺️

I'm just having a blast with this generator and I can't stop laughing!

Here is the generator where the following quotes come from. Special OTP edition!

Rules: Use this (https://perchance.org/incorrect-quote-generator) generator to generate a quote for your characters and share as many as you like!

Tagging: @princess-geek @lorirwritesfanfic @noesapphic @storyofmychoices and whoever feels like doing this

Incorrect quotes for Elizabeth x Hamid; Arwen x Tyril; Malia x Troy and Zoe x Colt under the cut (beware, there are a lot of them! I couldn't stop! this is simply too fun!):

Elizabeth x Hamid

Hamid: I’ve been dropping them the most insanely obvious hints for like a year now. No response.

Elizabeth: Wow. They sound stupid.

Hamid: But they’re not. They’re really smart actually. Just dense.

Elizabeth: Maybe you need to be more obvious? Like, I don’t know… “Hey! I love you!”

Hamid: I guess you’re right. Hey Elizabeth, I love you.

Elizabeth: See! Just say that!

Hamid: Holy fucking shit.

Elizabeth: If that flies over their head then, sorry Hamid, but they're too dumb for you.

Hamid: Elizabeth.

Hamid : Fruits that do not live up to their names; passionfruit, grapefruit, honeydew and dragonfruit.

Hamid : Fruits that do live up to their names?

Hamid : Orange.

Elizabeth : The next time I open up to someone, it'll be my autopsy.

Hamid: I warned you.

Hamid: I'm perfect.

Elizabeth: Of course I have a lot of pent-up rage, you fool! I've been the same height since I was twelve!

Hamid: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine.

Elizabeth: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again.

Hamid: O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns??

Elizabeth: Is it working?

Hamid: What are you in the mood for?

Elizabeth: World domination.

Hamid: That's a bit ambitious.

Elizabeth: You are my world.

Hamid: Aww...

Elizabeth:

Hamid:

Elizabeth:

Hamid: OH.

Elizabeth: Is something burning?

Hamid, leaning seductively on the counter: Just my desire for you.

Elizabeth: Hamid, the toaster is literally on fire.

Hamid: So... what would you do if you were in bed with me?

Elizabeth: Depends. Is your bed comfortable?

Hamid: Yes.

Elizabeth: I'd sleep.

2. Arwen x Tyril

Arwen: Assert your dominance over your friends by kicking them in the face, and then giving them a little smooch on the forehead!

Tyril: Hey, quick question. How petty am I allowed to be?

Arwen: I was put on this earth to do one thing.

Arwen: Luckily I forgot what it was so I can do whatever I want.

Tyril: Dracula had it right, sleep all day, live alone in a castle, and explode into bats to get out of all social situations.

Arwen: *coughs blood*

Tyril: Don't die, Arwen!

Arwen: Don't tell me what to do!

Tyril: Caffeine no longer keeps me awake while I work, so instead I have Arwen periodically send me texts saying ‘we need to talk.’

Tyril: It gives me the right amount of adrenaline and fear I need to keep going.

Tyril: Where are your parents?

Arwen: What are parents?

Tyril: That’s just about the saddest thing I've ever heard.

Tyril: This is a very powerful artifact. You’d be messing with some forces we don’t fully understand.

Arwen: That sounds like a dare to me.

Tyril: Oh my god.

Arwen: Can you cut me some slack, Tyril? I’m sort of in love.

Tyril: I’m sorry, but that’s really not my problem.

Arwen: I’m in love with you.

Tyril: *blushes* Oh. That brings me in the loop a little.

Tyril: Valentine’s day is just a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than drive people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos-

Arwen: I wrote you a poem.

Tyril, already crying: You did?

Arwen: Tyril, you love me, right?

Tyril: Normally I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere I won’t like.

3. Malia x Troy Hassan

Troy: I’m in love with you.

Malia: We called off the prank war last night at midnight, dork.

Troy: I know.

Malia: Ah. Okay. Um. Cool. Neat. Very cool. Cool. Cool. Coolcoolcool-

Troy : And I’d love to be sorry for that, but we all know I’ve done much, much worse.

Malia: *angrily presses Troy against a wall* WHERE'S THE MONEY?!

Troy: ...

Troy: Are we about to kiss-

Troy : We got a free day now. What do you wanna do? Eat? Sleep? Nap? Snack?

Malia: When life gives you lemons, don't make lemonade. Make life take the lemons back! Get mad! I don't want your damn lemons, what the hell am I supposed to do with these? Demand to see life's manager! Make life rue the day it thought it could give Malia lemons! Do you know who I am? I'm the person who's gonna burn your house down! With the lemons! I'm gonna get my engineers to invent a combustible lemon that burns your house down!

Troy : Malia, remember when you said you weren’t going to interfere with my love life?

Malia: No, that doesn’t sound like me at all.

Malia: You’re an idiot.

Troy : That’s the charm.

Troy : Truth or dare?

Malia: Truth.

Troy : How many hours have you slept this week?

Malia:

Malia: Dare.

Troy : Go to sleep.

Malia: I don't like this game.

Troy: I like your new pants!

Malia: Thanks, they were 50Troy off!

Troy: I’d like them better if they were 100Troy off. *winks*

Malia: The store can’t just give away clothes for free.

Troy: Thats’s… not what I meant.

Malia: That’s a terrible way to run a business, Troy.

Malia: I WOULD DESTROY THE WORLD FOR YOU!

Troy : Okay, can you do the dishes?

Malia: No!

Troy : Are you an F5 key? Because that ass is refreashing.

Malia: Are you a software update? because not right now.

Troy : *raises eyebrows*

Malia: Put those back down!

Malia: You call yourself my soulmate, but where were you when my meme only had four likes?

Troy : Making four accounts.

Malia, tearing up: Really...?

4. Zoe x Colt Kaneko

Zoe: Did you buy eggs like I asked?

Colt: Even better!

Zoe: What the fuck did you-

Colt: *holding up a chicken* Her name is Fluffy.

Zoe: Hey Colt, do you have any hobbies?

Colt: Swimming...

Zoe: Really? That’s cool. I never expected you to-

Colt: In a pool of self hatred and regret.

Zoe: Isn’t a bit dangerous?

Colt: Zoe, please. We’ve in a lot of unexpected predicaments before and we always escape unhurt.

Zoe: ...

Colt: Okay, we sometimes escape unhurt.

Zoe: ...

Colt: Alright, we escaped unhurt once... Then we hurt ourselves in the way home.

Zoe: Think you can answer some questions without the usual level of sarcasm?

Colt: If you can ask the questions without the usual level of stupid.

Zoe: I still have no idea how I’m attracted to you...

Colt: Yeah, well, you’re stuck with me, and no take backs, honey.

Zoe: You can’t have a gun on stage!

Colt: WRONG AGAIN! I can have a gun, and I must have a gun, that’s the rule of Chekhov’s Gun: have a gun. And now that it’s been seen, I will have to shoot someone before the end of the play.

Zoe: I'm trying to juggle family life and work life but I can't seem to find a balance. What do you suggest I do to keep everyone happy?

Colt, deadpan: Quit your job, kill your family.

Zoe: You have to apologize to them Colt.

Colt: Fine! But I must warn you that this might make me a better, nicer person and that is NOT the person you fell in love with!

Zoe: When you said 'Magic in Bed', I wasn't expecting this...

Colt: *pulls out card from deck* Now, was this your card?

Zoe: Holy moly-

Colt: Talk dirty to me~

Zoe: Inflation is a serious problem and lumber prices are at a high.

Colt: Wha-

Zoe: The economy is in shambles.

Colt: Go fuck yourself.

Zoe, smugly: Sure, but only if you watch

#incorrect quotes tag #so funny #tw swearing #nsf*ish

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