word count: 1,858 words
prompt: ”rumor has it that her majesty queen lily has clandestine meetings with one of the serving boys - the one with dark unruly hair and glasses i think - in one of the castle broom cabinets BUT YOU DIDN’T HEAR IT FROM ME (from unofficialbridge)” (from the prompt list here xx)
notes: i’m gonna unofficially call this “xoxo gossip lady” tbh oops. i decided to try out a different pov than what i’m used to so i hope i did this prompt justice!! for jily royalty fest!!
There is a saying that the walls have ears and Lily Evans is quite aware of that. However, sometime between being crowned queen and enduring some very notorious rumors one of which accused one of her serving boys of transforming into a wolf once a month (which Lily strongly suspects may have just been a very badly worded sexual euphemism), she’s learned to stop caring about such things. Boredom was common among the inhabitants of the castle and whenever anything vaguely unusual happens, the people tend to latch on to it for months and months afterwards. So she chooses to dismiss those rumors in wake of much more important tasks.
Perhaps she should have adhered to that saying for, at this castle especially, the walls really do have ears and the servants and staff are privy to much more than Her Majesty Queen Lily Evans the First is totally aware of.
Take the East Wing, for instance. A certain baby-faced servant boy (whom some suspect enjoys the royal kitchen’s leftovers a bit too much) tends to run in and out of the East Wing daily. If one were to pause for just a moment beside the old bust of the late King Merlin and take three (long) steps down the hallway at the right, then one could witness quite a sight. Just alongside those beautifully framed, vintage paintings of generations upon generations of her majesty’s ancestors, within the well-hidden nook just behind the crimson and gold tapestry, one could find two bodies entangled in each other. A couple hidden in the shadows, their soft murmurs and muffled giggles occasionally interrupting the otherwise silent East Wing.
#jily royalty fest #jily au #jily #jily* #limes #oh god im so nervous about this #its so weirdly written it feels so off omg #ITS 1800 WORDS NOTS 18000 OMG
"HOLY SHIT i just read the phoenix circus and i am so. confused. it was awesome even though i have no idea what was actually going on. please tell me you have a sequel in mind? that fanfic was a MINDFUCK and i want to be mindfucked some more. you're a brilliant writer, reading all your jily fics now!"
OH MY GOD!! THANK YOU!! I dont have a sequel in mind bc the ending was supposed to be very open ended but i’m so glad you liked it!!
"Incoming war. Game of thrones. I love you."
is this a prompt?? because i’m going to treat it like one haha ~890 words
Lily Evans turns at the sound of drums and roars, her eyes drifting along the golden horizon until she sees it, just beyond the looming trees and falling snow. A fire. A mob. A horde of black cloaked soldiers coming closer and closer and closer to the wall with each passing minute. She exchanges a single solemn look with Peter Pettigrew before he brings the horn to his mouth, stubby fingers trembling. The horn pierces through the otherwise silent afternoon, birds from nearby trees flapping to safety. Shivers run up and down her spine at the way the sounds grates at her ears.
That’s when she gathers her skirts in her fists and runs, winding through the cramped corridors, her skirts sweeping along the cold stone and her feet echoing. She skids to a halt, the momentum making her hurdle into the steel door before her. Lily can hear the battle horn and the sounds of men and women coming to life all along the wall. She can practically hear their brains reeling with plans and their hearts thumping against their ribcages, in fear or adrenaline, she’s unsure. Or is that her own brain? Her own heart?
Lily fumbles with the hidden folds of her dress before she finally finds the keys, glinting silver in the torchlight. Her heart beats erratically and it takes her three tries to get the key slotted into the keyhole.
The door finally swings open and she’s face to face with him.
1. Give me a pairing
2. Give me a text from last night
3. I’ll write you a drabble or ficlet based on the scenario.
please don’t expect a new fic everyday i’m usually gone for months and then one week i manage to post like 10 different fics one after the other. so if you made a request i am most likely writing it! i’m also super swamped with homework and midterms. so please be patient. thank you :)
"Thanks for jealous Taohun it was really good ^°^"
You’re welcome!!! :)
thorbes if you’ve read the book *struck by lightning* you would know um jealousy and if you didn’t read sbl then Taohun jealousy Thanks^-^
(oh no i’ve never read that book but i looked it up and it seems rlly interesting, i’m going to put it on my
way too long reading list. but here’s ~1k of taohun eep)
Sehun’s not the jealous type. Nope, not at all. The fact that Tao’s practically sitting on Wufan’s lap and whining about whatever Tao whines about is totally, absolutely not making Sehun want to sulk under Kyungsoo’s bed for a few hours until Kyungsoo feeds him. Sehun’s totally and completely fine.
"He looks like he’s going to explode." Chanyeol’s deep voice interrupts Sehun’s thoughts.
Sehun glares when Baekhyun leans too close, grinning in his face in a way that makes Sehun think he’s been hanging around Chanyeol too much. “Is Sehunnie jealous?” Baekhyun singsongs, fluttering his eyelashes.
"No." Sehun snaps back, because he is a man of little words, not jealous.
"You know." Jongdae drawls from Sehun’s left, "They’re really cute. Kris hyung and-"
"No, they’re not." Sehun interrupts, frowning as he watches Wufan and Tao, eyebrows furrowed. They are not cute. And he’s saying this as an unbiased spectator. Nothing else.
#macysmiles #replies #taohun #tao #sehun #exo #rpf #my headcanon is that sehun's an awkward lil cheeseball #drabbles #requests
"OMG if I could I would request you to continue that LuChen drabble, but honestly it was too perfect for words!"
Thank you!!! I might continue it, I actually really really like writing their characters omg
"You should write LuChen (honestly didn't even know this pairing existed until Jongdae was like Luhan invited him to spend the Chinese New Year in Beijing and JUST SO MANY FEEEEELS). Maybe that could be the prompt (cuz Jongdae wasn't actually able to go Beijing!)"
i rmbr reading luchen catfic once and nearly dying tbh but woah i didn’t know luhan invited jongdae to spend chinese new year with him that’s so cute, ~600 words
Jongdae writes and deletes and rewrites the text twelve times before he finally settles on i have a schedule T_T i’m sorry. As soon as he presses send Jongdae wishes he could take it back. When he receives Luhan’s response (a short ok thats fine) devoid of any and all of Luhan’s usual ridiculously overused emoticons, Jongdae knows he’s fucked up. Jongdae may look stupid (Baekhyun and Chanyeol never stop reminding him of the fact) but he’s a lot more perceptive then most people (mostly Baekhyun and Chanyeol, the pricks) give him credit for. When Li Yin noona steps into the room, however, a soft smile playing on her lips, Jongdae shakes his head and squares his shoulders, easy grin settling on his lips. He refuses to think of Luhan and Chinese New Year any further.
Except when the clock strikes midnight and Jongdae is well aware that he’s close to Beijing, possibly a few kilometers away from Luhan, Jongdae gets restless. They have a few more recordings and performances left and when Jongdae spots the way Li Yin noona purses her lips in obvious anxiety, Jongdae has to remind himself to push his own restlessness away because both of them can’t be nervous wrecks. It won’t work like that. So he smiles at Li Yin noona reassuringly, pressing a soothing hand against her back and he doesn’t miss the way she throws him a knowing look. He’s not the only perceptive one here, that look says. Jongdae ignores it, though, and puts his entire mind and soul into his singing, finding it perfectly distracting.
#luchen #luhan #chen #kim jongdae #exo #YO it's so fun to write other dynamics im cryign a lil #rpf #drabbles #requests #anonymous #answered
"luhan asks xiumin to marry him"
omg ok so im putting this in canonverse and it’s ~800 words
Minseok stares at the state of the dorms, frowning a little. They’re all drunk. The stupid pricks are all absolutely wasted and Minseok really doesn’t want to witness the three-man-Chingu-Line-huddle-slash-questionable-threesome-slash-Chanyeol-passed-out-on-top-of-the-other-two thing happening in the corner. Minseok really, really doesn’t want to witness Wufan drunk dialing Joonmyun despite the fact that they are barely a meter apart. And Minseok sure as hell does not want to witness Sehun crying (because Minseok has never seen a more unattractive crier than Oh Sehun).
But Minseok does have to witness all this, unfortunately.
Because he’s not drunk.
(Or fortunately, he’s not quite sure yet.)
“Baozi.” A voice whispers into his right ear, making Minseok jump. Minseok glares a little as he watches Luhan plop down beside him, his head lolling against Minseok’s shoulder heavily. “I can feel our little baozi steaming from allllll the way other there~” Luhan says in slurred voice, his wide doe eyes glinting mischievously.
#xiuhan #exo #this is short like 800 words but ye ah i hope u like it friend #luhan #xiumin #drabbles #rpf #answered #anonymous