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bunnakit · 4 months

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BEFORE / AFTER COLORING 🌸

thank you so much for the tag @maxescheibechlinichacheli !! i've only been making gifs since september but seeing the before and after coloring is one of my absolute favorite things.

PHAYA & THARN | THE SIGN 🌸 i absolutely love the pink tones in this scene and tried to boost them as much as possible (though for whatever reason it doesn't look quite as nice as the first time i made a set of this scene)

CHEN YI & AI DI | KISEKI: DEAR TO ME 🌸 the purple and orange lighting of chen yi's room is always fun to color and i love the way it creates this almost neon effect on ai di's hair

THARN | THE SIGN 🌸 it took all my willpower not to just keep using scenes from the sign. i wanted to use the garuda scene but set myself a personal challenge not to, and the glow effects in this scene were too much to resist

PISAENG & KAWI | BE MY FAVORITE 🌸 my babies. i miss them so much. i love the pink tones in the background of this scene and the way it makes this loving moment so soft.

JIM & WEN | MOONLIGHT CHICKEN 🌸 we all know im a slut for p'aof. the lighting in moonlight chicken plays such a huge part in setting the mood of the show and this is one of the best scenes to showcase that imo.

PISAENG | BE MY FAVORITE 🌸 debated using this bc of the flashing lights but i love pisaeng and i love that he's awash in all the colors of the rainbow as he struggles with his own identity while watching a gay couple live his dream.

JANG JAEYOUNG | SEMANTIC ERROR 🌸 give. him. the. lip. ring. back. i really just wanted to make a gif for semantic error and originally tried with the alley scene and all the neon but it's such a static scene it didn't work too well, so i went to find some lip ring jaeyoung because we were robbed.

TAN & BUNN | MANNER OF DEATH 🌸 my loves. i wanted to use a scene where i had to do quite a bit of color correction - i used a very minor amount in the moonlight chicken gif but this is such a dark, blue toned scene (as so many scenes in MoD are) so i thought it would showcase it a lot better.

TIN & TOL | TRIAGE 🌸 this is a much more subtle one but i figured it was good to show the whole spectrum. this scene is so soft and comforting, i absolutely love it and there aren't enough triage gifs in the world.

TANG YI | HISTORY 3: TRAPPED 🌸 this made me insane. this gentle, worshipping kiss lives in my head rent free. i just wanted to look at it again, to be honest, and they have such beautiful skin tones. i think the vast majority of my gif making friends have been tagged but in case you havent here's some no pressure tags (i know quite a few of you are dealing with some shit irl) @sparklyeyedhimbo @kinnbig @aikinn @panncakes

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timotey · 4 months

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Ficlet: His, Just His

The Sign. Phaya/Tharn. Coda to episode 9, ie SMUT. Unbeta'd.

Phaya needs Tharn. He just... he just needs Tharn.

(Well, a smut fic. Lo and behold. Who woulda thought, right? 😋)

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“This is… not... a good idea,” Tharn tries to protest between kisses. "You're still... hurt!"

But Phaya doesn't care. All he cares about is cradling Tharn’s face in his hands, walking him backwards towards the bedroom and kissing him, as if Tharn's kisses were all he needed to draw breath into his lungs. And they are.

Tharn rests his hands on Phaya’s forearms and kisses back as best as he can but he can’t seem to keep up, Phaya’s need is overwhelming. “Alright, alright, just… just allow me–”

Phaya covers Tharn's mouth with his, plunging his tongue in, drinking him deep. And Tharn squeezes his forearms tight, not to push him away, though, but as if he needed something to hold onto. He makes a soft sound in the back of his throat, a swallowed moan.

Pulling back a little, Phaya stares down at Tharn, at his fluttering eyelashes, at his lips, slightly parted and red and swollen, bruised a little from Phaya's greed. And he just-he just wants. He wants Tharn. He needs Tharn, the urge that’s driving him, it's making him jittery and restless and…

“Tharn,” Phaya breathes out, Tharns face still in his hands, thumbs stroking Tharn’s cheeks, and bends down to press their foreheads together. He should explain but he’s not sure if he can, not without sounding completely mad. And so, in the end, he just says, “I need this, I need you. Please, please, let me have you.”

Tharn’s caressing Phaya's wrists his thumbs, drawing small circles, and he must sense some of Phaya’s urgency, because he draws up slowly, not looking away from Phaya, and plants one, two, three gentle, feather like kisses on Phaya’s lips before whispering, “Okay. Okay, Phaya, anything you want. Anything…”

Something inside Phaya relaxes, something that felt clenched and warped and wired wrong ever since he woke up in his hospital room with no Tharn in sight. The knot loosens. Finally.

He lets go of Tharn’s face and pulls Tharn’s t-shirt over his head in one smooth move - and Tharn lets him. And then he guides Tharn to the bed, laying him down on his back, and with a hand on Tharn’s neck, his favorite spot, he starts marking his way down Tharn’s skin, down his chest and stomach, with kisses - and Tharn lets him.

Tharn lets him do all this and he takes Phaya’s hand in his and pulls it up and presses his lips to Phaya's knuckles. It’s a gesture of comfort, not of lust, and it’s exactly what Phaya needs.

He reaches for Tharn’s pants and undoes them and pulls them off, the pants and his boxer shorts and his socks, everything, he divests Tharn of everything, and then he devours Tharn with his eyes, the soft, soft skin, his member, now half-hard, his smooth chest and a face so beautiful it takes his breath away.

Tharn turns his head away and closes his eyes, he hides behind his hand, knuckles pressed against his lips. He’s blushing, he’s shy about being seen like this, naked and spread out, by Phaya who’s still fully dressed.

And Phaya’s heart beats hard against his ribs and it hurts a little - a lot! - and he feels a little weak - his knees are trembling from exhaustion - but he cannot stop staring, he cannot stop wanting, needing.

Because, he realizes, this is what he needed, what he couldn’t say out loud: he wanted Tharn laid out like this, for him, submitting himself to him, showing him that he’s Phaya’s and no one else’s in the most sensual, carnal, naked way possible. He won’t ever be able to say it out loud, not without sounding like some neanderthal, but it’s the truth, he can at least admit it to himself.

Phaya crawls up the bed, running his hand up Tharn’s leg, and then he takes Tharn into his mouth, tasting him on his tongue, feeling him immediately grow fully hard. Phaya lifts his eyes to see Tharn clamp his hand against his mouth to smother a keening sound, to see him clench his fist into the bedspread…

And he realizes that this is the first head Tharn’s being given, this is the first time Tharn’s experiencing such pleasure. And it’s with him, with Phaya. His chest feels full to bursting.

Phaya’s moving his mouth up and down Tharn’s shaft, massaging Tharn’s thighs, enjoying the way Tharn’s hips twitch with his need to thrust into the moist heat of Phaya's mouth. But Tharn’s still holding back, afraid to hurt Phaya, he's biting his knuckles hard and his hand is fisted so tightly in the bedspread that it’s all white.

That won’t do.

Phaya reaches up, touches Tharn’s clenched hand, and putting slight pressure on the knuckles, he opens it, pulls it close and rests it on his own head, buries Tharn’s fingers in his own hair, encourages Tharn to grip tight, to take whatever he needs. Tharn always gives, he gives so much of himself, but Phaya wants him to take too, especially something that’s his to take in the first place, freely given.

And Tharn does, with a sob, he grips Phaya’s hair tight and he pulls him close and Phaya goes gladly, sucking Tharn in and swallowing him.

It takes just a moment - Phaya knows what he's doing and he's set to give Tharn the most pleasurable of experiences - and Tharn shouts a warning to Phaya, tries to nudge him away, but Phaya refuses to move, pulling up to take a breath and plunging down again, taking Tharn deep - and that’s the last straw. Tharn comes, shuddering in Phaya’s hands, clenching his fingers into Phaya’s hair and biting his knuckles hard. And Phaya doesn’t let a single drop escape.

Tharn’s fingers loosen up, his hand slips from Phaya’s head. He turns utterly boneless and loose beneath Phaya, trembling all over. His hips still twitch minutely when Phaya lifts his head, letting Tharn's softening shaft slip from his lips.

Phaya looks up and what a sight Tharn makes, lying there like that, a thin sheen of sweat covering his body, legs lightly spread, lips parted and eyes half-lidded, panting hard, a picture of debauchery, of satiated lust.

And Phaya himself… is barely half hard. He did just almost die and his body really isn’t up to anything as strenuous as sex. But he doesn’t mind at all. Because this, this was never about him. This was about Tharn, for Tharn.

Phaya crawls up Tharn’s body, blanketing him, covering him whole, and slides his hand beneath Tharn’s head, grips it and holds it steady for a hard kiss, letting Tharn taste himself on Phaya’s tongue.

Tharn’s pliant, taking Phaya in… and then he's kissing him back. He wraps one arm around Phaya, gripping the back of Phaya’s t-shirt, and tries to reach down with the other, seeking out Phaya’s shaft to give back, not just to take.

But Phaya’s having none of it. He catches Tharn’s wandering hand and slams it against the bed next to Tharn’s head, lacing their fingers together. They’re still kissing, their tongues sliding lazily against each other, and Tharn’s in his arms, Tharn is his.

And for now, that’s more than enough.

#the sign #the sign the series #mé #my fics #my the sign fics

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boozles · 4 months

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oh my wrists are weak but if I could lift your body (2291 words) by shesaboozle Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: ลางสังหรณ์ | The Sign (TV 2023) Rating: Explicit Warnings: mentions of past life dubcon Relationships: Phaya Chadayu Kamonwipak/Tharn Wansa Raksil Series: Part 2 of lost love is sweeter when it's finally found Summary:

There’s always a tell when it happens, when a memory returns. Sometimes it’s just a vacant stare, or a triple blink, but there are times when Tharn just smiles or sighs, and Phaya knows he’s remembering something. Tharn is lying beneath him, his legs loosely wrapped around his waist. Phaya can still feel the little shakes, the quivers still ringing through Tharn’s body, coming down from his orgasm. Phaya holds himself up with one arm, using his other hand to hold both of Tharn’s wrists to his mouth. He’s pressing his lips softly against the soft flesh of his lover’s wrists, something that Phaya has discovered that Tharn not only seems to find calming, but he actually enjoys it himself. It’s like kissing his lover’s heartbeat, like he can feel each little thump against his lips.

#oops another one #i can't help myself #the sign #the sign fic #the sign the series #my fic #phayatharn #bl fic #thai bl fic

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livsoulsecrets · 5 months

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1989 (Taylor’s version) songs as BL/GL Characters - Part 1

Welcome to New York - Chris and Amm (Friendzone 2)

When we first dropped our bags on apartment floors

Took our broken hearts, put them in a drawer

Everybody here was someone else before

And you can want who you want

Boys and boys and girls and girls

[…] Like any great love, it keeps you guessing

Like any real love, it's ever-changing

Like any true love, it drives you crazy

But you know you wouldn't change anything, anything, anything

Blank Space - Sand and Ray (Only Friends)

Saw you there and I thought "Oh, my God, look at that face, you look like my next mistake, love’s a game, wanna play?"

[…] Ain't it funny? Rumors fly and I know you heard about me

So hey, let's be friends, I'm dying to see how this one ends

Grab your passport and my hand, I can make the bad guys good for a weekend

So it's gonna be forever or it's gonna go down in flames

You can tell me when it's over, if the high was worth the pain

[…] 'Cause we're young, and we're reckless

We'll take this way too far, it'll leave you breathless or with a nasty scar

Got a long list of ex-lovers, they’ll tell you I'm insane

But I've got a blank space, baby, and I'll write your name

Cherry lips, crystal skies, I could show you incredible things

Stolen kisses, pretty lies, you’re the King, baby, I'm your Queen

[…] Wait, the worst is yet to come, oh, no

Screaming, crying, perfect storms, I can make all the tables turn

Rose garden filled with thorns, keep you second guessing like “Oh, my God, who is [he]?"

I get drunk on jealousy, but you'll come back each time you leave

'Cause, darling, I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream

Style - Prapai and Sky (Love in the air)

And I should just tell you to leave 'cause I

Know exactly where it leads, but I

Watch us go 'round and 'round each time

You got that James Dean daydream look in your eye

And I got that red lip classic thing that you like

And when we go crashing down, we come back every time

'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style

[…] Just take me home

Out of the woods - Akk and Ayan (The Eclipse)

When you started crying, baby, I did too

But when the sun came up, I was looking at you

Remember when we couldn't take the heat?

I walked out, I said "I'm setting you free"

But the monsters turned out to be just trees

When the sun came up you were looking at me

[…] Are we out of the woods yet?

All you had to do was stay - Kim and Chay (Kinnporsche the series)

Here you are now, calling me up, but I don't know what to say

I've been picking up the pieces of the mess you made

People like you always want back the love they pushed aside

But people like me are gone forever when you say goodbye

Hey, all you had to do was stay

Had me in the palm of your hand

Then why'd you have to go and lock me out when I let you in?

I wish you would - Nim and Mollie (The Warp Effect)

I wish you would come back

Wish I'd never hung up the phone like I did

I wish you knew that I’d never forget you as long as I'd live

And I wish you were right here, right now

It's all good, I wish you would

I wish we could go back

And remember what we were fighting for

Wish you knew that I miss you too much to be mad anymore

Bad blood - Todd and Black (Not me)

Cause baby, now we've got bad blood

You know it used to be mad love

[…] So take a look what you've done

Oh, it's so sad to think about the good times, you and I

[…] Now we've got problems and I don't think we can solve 'em

You made a really deep cut

Wildest Dreams - Tharn and Phaya (The Sign)

Say you'll remember me

Standing in a nice dress

Staring at the sunset, babe

Red lips and rosy cheeks

Say you'll see me again

Even if it's just in your wildest dreams

How you get the girl - Mon and Sam (Gap the series)

Say it's been a long six months

And you were too afraid to tell her what you want […]

And then you say, I want you for worse or for better

I would wait for ever and ever

Broke your heart, I'll put it back together

I would wait for ever and ever

And that's how it works

That's how you get the girl

This Love - Pat and Pran (Bad Buddy)

Your kiss, my cheek

I watched you leave

Your smile, my ghost

I fell to my knees

When you're young, you just run

But you come back to what you need

This love is good

This love is bad

This love is alive back from the dead

These hands had to let it go free, and

This love came back to me

This love left a permanent mark

This love is glowing in the dark

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onceabluemoonwrites · 6 years

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In the Name of Love

Fandom: Yuri on Ice

Summary: There is a child in Mila’s court, and it is definitely not an elf. It’s got black hair, chubby cheeks, curious brown eyes and a habit of trying to hide behind Mila even when she’s five centimetres tall. …It squeals when it sees Phichit, and keeps touching his horns.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Yuri on Ice

FF.net | AO3 | Tumblr (my other entries: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7)

You can find my writing progress here. If you can’t keep straight who’s what kind of creature anymore, here’s a list, plus some extra background information for those who’d like to read it!

My fic master list here.

This was written for the Yuri on Ice Fantasy week ( @yoifantasyweek for those interested in checking out the other authors) 11/17/17- Day Five: Pink/Silver. I used the prompts from both colours, ‘’Love,’’ from pink and ‘’Moon,’’ from Silver.

This is part of the Land of Gods and Monsters ‘verse. It’s not strictly necessary, but probably handy if you read Fathoms Deep (My Heart Resides) before this story. But if you’re here for the cute only, by all means, proceed. You can find a note on the chronology of this ‘verse here.

Phichit is a Phaya Naga, a dragon-like deity.

Sound in the world above is strange. Phichit could throw a rock into the valley right now, and the sound would echo against the mountains endlessly- contained to this valley only. Who knows how far down it would go?

…Not farther than the ground. The world above is strange like that. It has a bottom.

Does the sea have a bottom? Logically, Phichit knows it has, but he has never liked logic much, and he’d rather not think about it.

There are so many wonderful things to see here! The sun is so bright, one moves so fast! And air! Not even Phichit’s wildest dreams had prepared him for breathing air!

It doesn’t matter that sound is strange above, because Phichit is itching to find someone to talk to, and the world is a beautiful place!

There are, to Phichit’s surprise, bodies of waters which do not belong to Seung-gil. They lie in the cradle of the earth as if embraced by Hiroko herself. Humanity- the short-lived, funny creatures they are- live along its shores. But even they have smothered their fires by now, and the only light left is the moon. Humanity, all of it, sleeps.

The night is the colour of ink, the trees dipped in silver, and it swallows all sound.

It is silent.

It wrenches at him. Even here, staring at the reflection of a round orb in space, he is reminded of Seung-gil. Was the moon painted with the Lightgiver’s melancholy? Because it’s all Phichit can feel as he stares at it.

It looks like Seung-gil, pale as it is. A face, staring back at him, not speaking a word. Never changing.

The water ripples and the image distorts.

Perhaps it was Phichit who gazed up at the surface for such a long time that he never saw the depths.

Water is ever-changing.

…He should not dwell on it too long- there is too much he wants to see. Tomorrow will be another bright day, and even Gods need their rest.

Once, when Phichit was sunning, he saw Love standing upon the mountain above him. His name was Jean-Jacques, and he was cradled in a nest of thorns. High, he stood, so incredibly high, his companions a black swan and a drove of sparrows, circling him and crying out as if declaring his glory unto the world.

His visage was beautiful, but then again, there was not a single thing Phichit had ever loved that had not become beautiful in his eyes.

At night, the swan swooped down from the mountain. ‘’Please, talk to my lord,’’ she says, orange beak moving along black feathers, ‘’He must speak to you.’’

And Phichit… Phichit almost did. But what does one say to the God who gave you the greatest gift and the most terrible curse simultaneously? What did you say to a man who’s lips invented speech, who’s very being sings of communication- so loudly it is hard to think, let alone speak?

What can one do, except feel, when faced with love?

Love invented communication, but it renders even the most well-spoken people speechless. Jean-Jacques is beautiful, but Phichit has left the one he loves behind. He is not sure he can handle the heartbreak that is the God of Love blinking- for with every minute closing of his lively eyes, another heart is broken.

He leaves a letter with Isabella, the swan, and that’s that. (Did it burn, in the name of love?)

That Jean-Jacques is more than just love for people does not occur to him until later. It is far too late by then.

Phichit always is.

His love for the world had its price. He’s run back to the sea by now, and he could turn every grain of sand and still not recognize the place where he left his lover. He left his heart on the shore- that must be it. God, how he is lonely.

…He’ll talk to Boy Love the next time, he swears.

(He never does- the world is too shiny, and Jean-Jacques is too high above him. How does one speak to the one who inspired worship?)

The world is silent, and Phichit left his ever-silent lover for it.

He is… Lacklustre for a while. Dead inside is a strong word, and Phichit is nothing if not lively. And the world is too. Lively, mind you, not lacklustre.

It’s beginning to change, to grow. Not the land mass- that stays the same. But the people. The group of barely twenty-four humans has grown to a hundred. There are spirits in the trees, winged creatures born from the world-song, and more and more gods awaken to the dawn of time.

From the grass emerges a child- an elf, she calls herself- no larger than Phichit’s thumb. She walks a thousand miles on her tiny legs, just to witness the world.

‘’Won’t you let me carry you?’’ he asks.

She shakes her head, short red hair swinging from side to side. ‘’I need to do this. This is my journey.’’

‘’…Where are you going?’’

She laughs. ‘’To my future! Is that not where all roads lead?’’

Tiny feet blistered, height, weather, time nor pain stopping her, Mila walks. She dances in the sun, using flowers as springboards and winds herself around his horns to sleep when she’s tired. Not because she needs to, but because she can. A dewdrop is a flood to her, but the idea of floods stopping her is laughable.

She meets Hiroko, her eyes widening at seeing the earth she has walked on all her life. It takes time, but her eyes soften, the sky caught in an earthen creature. It takes time, but Mila bows to Hiroko, her forehead, forehead and knees touching the ground. Red hair mingling with green grass, and it is nothing but regal in its total devotion. It takes time, but it also takes heart, and Mila’s bond with Hiroko is so strong she sprouts the wings.

Hiroko crowns her with flowers, and Mila wears it with pride, and it takes little time for Phichit to start calling her a Queen.

The world follows.

More fairies gather around Hiroko, but no one ever as powerful as the first.

Her love is the strongest, Phichit can feel it in his bones, even though love should not be measured. Is that what Boy Love thinks about, up his mountain, when he looks down at them in sorrow?

Mila takes to the sky, loving the earth more than anything, and it reduces Phichit to tears of joy. The world is beautiful. The world is beautiful, and so is love.

There is a child in Mila’s court, and it is definitely not an elf. It’s got black hair, chubby cheeks, curious brown eyes and a habit of trying to hide behind Mila even when she’s tiny.

…It squeals when it sees Phichit, and keeps touching his horns.

‘’He,’’ Mila says, taking advantage of his larger form by sunning on his nose. ‘’Hiroko’s son.’’

‘’I thought she had a daughter.’’

Mila laughs. ‘’She does! She’s true big folk now, though! Twenty-three meters, last I saw her! The trees will flourish under her rule!’’

‘’Rooted in the earth. The poor thing. She’ll never get to explore.’’

Mila flops to her stomach. ‘’Not everyone wants to travel.’’

Phichit shrugs. ‘’Can’t imagine. There are too many sights still to see!’’

How can one not love traveling? Then again, how can one’s heart break? How does one love? The world is a confusing place.

‘’If everyone loved the same things, the world would be fine, wouldn’t it?’’

Yuuri looks up from Phichit’s tail, his nose scrunching up, cherry juice smeared around his mouth. ‘’But I don’t like green peppers.’’

‘’And?’’

‘’Mama makes me eat them. She likes ‘em good.’’

…Phichit is not going to correct that- the last time he did, Yuuri shut up for a week and only came out after Phichit lured him with food. You go a long way with food when it comes to toddlers.

‘’You don’t hafta play with the same toys to be friends,’’ Yuuri says, patting Phichit on the nose with sticky hands. ‘’Mari doesn’t want to go on ‘ventures, but she showed me the leaf dance cos she likes it and now I liked it too. I thinked it would be scary, but it wasn’t!’’

‘’I can hardly disagree with that!’’

Yuuri squints at him.

Oh, by the sea, the boy is precious! Golden, he shines, when he loses all his shyness for a single moment and is. Like a treasure.

Like a Treasure!

And with that, Phichit bursts out in laughter. He can’t help the past, but the present is here, and leaving Treasures behind is a mistake Phichit won’t make again. Yuuri is precious, and by all the Gods and Fathoms below, Phichit shall protect him.

The little Spring God has nothing to fear.

(Nothing, his mind whispers, but love.)

The next morning, he trades glass made from lightning for crystal balls. He has still not talked to the man high up the mountain, unreachable to all in his nest of thorns, but has seen so many things done out of love that he cannot help but worship him.

Everyone might not like the same thing, but Yuuri gives excellent advice. If Phichit catches each and every sunset he ever sees, every sight he devours and hopes he’ll never ever forget, then perhaps, Seung-gil would come to like it too.

And Phichit has to live now. No more letting the world pass by. The future rests in the present, and only then, one can live. And someday, Phichit will show the entire world to Seung-gil, caught in a crystal ball just for him.

And all of that, in the name of love.

Author’s Note

@adelmortescryche is an enabler. Just so you guys know. Love her!

Writing this piece was interesting, especially towards Phichit’s struggles, Mila’s past, and JJ. The JJ part is currently probably only interesting to me, because you guys don’t know what the last day is about yet and I can’t WAIT for you to read it *grins*.

I listened to a LOT of song covers by Emma Heesters while writing this one-shot. Most notably, her cover of In The Name of Love, which is absolutely gorgeous!

Yuuri disliking green peppers was inspired by the Disney movie Inside Out- the scene in which the main character is still small and refuses to eat her broccoli was changed for Japan! They replaced the broccoli with green peppers because they were ‘’more universally hated by Japanese children.’’ (source)

Have I told you guys before I am the Queen of Useless facts? Because I read that AGES ago and had to find the article again to link to it just for this note *laughs*

#yoifantasyweek #phichit chulanont #mila babicheva #yuuri katsuki #fic #seung chuchu #onceabluemoonwrites fic #hiroko katsuki #jj leroy #isabella yang #fanfiction #fanfic #my posts #the land of gods and monsters 'verse

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timotey · 4 months

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Ficlet: Iridescence

The Sign. Phaya/Tharn. Post-drama fic, smut. Unbeta'd.

But Tharn is home here, in the human world. With Phaya. Isn't he?

(No idea where I was going with this. I just saw a snapshot of the iridescent shimmer in head and built up a fanfic around it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

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Phaya hates seeing Tharn anywhere near any kind of body of water. It’s irrational, he knows, they defeated Chalothon, Phaya entered the Naga realm and personally brought Tharn back, he knows Tharn is safe from that damn lizard and yet… Any time he sees Tharn in the vicinity of water, Phaya’s heart skips a beat.

Like right now.

Tharn’s standing at the shore of a big lake, looking out across its waters painted orange by the setting sun and he looks almost… wistful. Does he miss his home? No, of course not, this is his home, this, the human world! Does he wish to go back? No, he does not, he would never leave Phaya, never again, he promised!

Tharn takes a small step closer to the lake, its little waves now almost lapping at his boots, and–

Phaya quickly closes the distance between them and with a feigned casualness, he drapes his arm over Tharn’s shoulders, effectively holding him back. “Planning to skinny-dip?” he murmurs into Tharn’s ear as if his heart weren’t racing a mile a minute.

Tharn blinks slowly as if waking up, then he turns to Phaya - and smacks him in the chest with the back of his hand, rolling his eyes. “No. I was just admiring the view.” He turns back to the lake and waves his hand at it. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

Phaya gives the lake a hard, disapproving glare and wrinkles his nose. “Nah. Too wet for my liking. I’ve already had my share of water to last me a lifetime, thank you very much.”

With a contrite look on his face, remembering Phaya’s drowning for sure, Tharn looks up at him. “Sorry,” he says and squeezes Phaya’s hand resting on his shoulder. “I didn’t mean–”

Phaya leans down and kisses Tharn, pulling him closer. He prods Tharn’s lips with his tongue until Tharn opens his mouth and lets him in, until he allows Phaya to deepen the kiss into something life-affirming and hungry.

Damn, Phaya loves the man so much.

When they finally part, they are both breathing hard and their lips are red and swollen. Tharn closes his eyes for a moment and presses his forehead to Phaya’s cheek, stroking Phaya’s lower lip with his thumb.

The sun slowly dips below the horizon. Everything is quiet in this part of the lake.

Sighing, Tharn says, “Alright, we should go.” He slips out of Phaya’s arms and heads up the shore towards their car, waiting for them among the trees. “We still have to go back to the headquarters and report our findings and–”

There comes a soft splash from the lake, a quiet sound of a fish parting the surface momentarily before disappearing back into the depths again, for sure, but it makes Tharn pause. He stops and turns around. There’s just the slightest breeze stroking the lake, its surface is almost mirror-like, reflecting the first stars coming alive in the sky above them. Tharn’s eyes glint in the gathering darkness.

And Phaya can’t stand it, he can’t stand it another second. He knows that Tharn’s being drawn to the water, he doesn’t understand how or why but he’s sure of it. And he has to break the spell. Right now.

He runs up to Tharn, and wrapping one arm around his waist, he forcibly turns him around, quickly marching him away from the lake and towards their car. Tharn looks up at him, his expression a little puzzled, but he goes.

When they reach the car, though, instead of letting Tharn go or leading him towards the passenger seat, Phaya whips Tharn around and when Tharn opens his mouth in surprise, Phaya kisses him again, and this time, there’s no sweet gentleness in his kiss, it’s hard and demanding, a precursor to more.

Tharn allows it for a moment, then he shoves against Phaya’s chest hard. “What-what are you doing? We’re in public!” he reminds Phaya, flushed and with his breath hitching a little.

But Phaya leans against him, letting Tharn feel his desire, and traps Tharn against the hood of their car with his arms. “There's no one here,” he whispers hotly, rubbing his hardness against Tharn and feeling him stir too.

Tharn lifts his hands between them, holding Phaya off him. “You can’t know that,” he protests despite the fact that his own hips twitch a little against Phaya as if having a mind of their own.

Phaya knows though. He knows that they’re alone here because he's been paying attention, the whole time they’ve been here. Whenever they come close to water, he turns hyper-focused and hypersensitive, looking out for any possible danger, for any threat, for anyone who could do harm - to Tharn. Because he’ll never again let anyone get their hands on Tharn. Never again.

“I do,” Phaya says. “There’s no one here, I promise. Trust me.”

Tharn stares at him for a long moment and Phaya’s certain that he’s sensing Phaya’s strange urgency. Tharn won’t get it, what it means, but he will know that something’s off, just a little, that Phaya... needs something from him. He’s good like that, at knowing Phaya.

Then, slowly, Tharn loosens up, relaxing against Phaya, he lets his hands drop to Phaya’s hips and his face turn soft. And when Phaya lowers his head to kiss his jaw and his throat, Tharn closes his eyes and tilts his head to the side, giving Phaya access, giving him permission.

And Phaya kisses and licks and sucks, lust and need building up inside him, burning like fire. He’s so hard he hurts. He has to have Tharn, now.

He takes Tharn by the hips and turns him around, and burying his hand in Tharn’s hair, he bends him over the still sun warmed hood of their car. If Tharn put up the slightest resistance, Phaya would let go, immediately, he would never hurt Tharn, not for any reason, let alone his own pleasure. But Tharn’s pliant in his hands, allowing himself to be manhandled.

His hardness pressed against Tharn’s backside, Phaya rucks up Tharn’s t-shirt, pulling it off him in one smooth move. He strokes Tharn’s smooth back, kissing his spine and his shoulders and the back of his neck…

Then Phaya straightens up and pulls Tharn slightly away from the car to give himself access to Tharn's belt and his fly, unzipping him and sliding his pants and his boxer shorts down almost to his knees.

With a few quick moves Phaya undoes his own jeans and frees his own erection. And then, for a moment, he just stands there, staring down at Tharn and admiring him laid out like that before him in the waning light. What a sight he makes, bent over the hood like that, eyes half-lidded, lips parted and swollen from their kisses.

Phaya reaches down to palm Tharn’s hardness, an undeniable proof that Tharn wants him just as much as he wants Tharn. And then he simply cannot wait another second longer. He slides his erection between Tharn’s thighs, nudging his balls. He would love to enter him, to bury himself deep inside Tharn, but he has no lube at hand and he doesn’t want to hurt Tharn.

Tharn moans softly and squeezes his thighs together. The pressure is so perfect that Phaya almost comes right then. He drapes himself over Tharn’s body - he loves that he can do that, cover Tharn whole, it’s intoxicating - and mouthing at juncture of Tharn’s neck and shoulder, he starts to move, thrusting in and pulling out and stroking Tharn in perfect rhythm.

Huffing softly, Tharn presses his hand against his mouth, biting down hard at the knuckles to stop himself from moaning aloud. His hips are jerking as he strains against Phaya’s hand while putting pressure on Phaya’s member, massaging him with his thighs.

They don’t last long. Quickly, they become almost frantic in their need to reach their climax, and when they come, Phaya wraps his free hand in Tharn’s hair to raise his head up for a heated kiss, swallowing Tharn’s cry of release.

Just for a moment, they rest there, against the car, allowing their breaths and their hearts to calm down a little. Soon though, Phaya feels Tharn shiver in the evening’s cooling air and he lifts himself up, taking his weight off Tharn’s back, releasing him. When he takes a step back, Tharn almost slips down the hood, his knees are so weak, but Phaya catches him with a self-satisfied grin, helping him turn around and lean back against the car.

Grabbing Tharn’s t-shirt from the ground, Phaya wipes himself off first, making himself presentable, then he cleans Tharn, who lets him do whatever he wants. When he pulls up Tharn’s boxer shorts and his pants, gently tucking him in, he kisses Tharn’s lips, his jaw, his cheek.

While Tharn’s trying to buckle up his belt - his fingers are a little clumsy - Phaya cleans the car, getting rid of all the evidence of their passion, then he throws Tharn’s t-shirt into his bag in the trunk and pulls out his own shirt for Tharn to wear. This way, the guys at the headquarters will surely know what they were up to but Phaya doesn’t care.

As he walks around the car, back towards Tharn, Phaya has to smile, watching Tharn bent over and dusting off his pants in mock irritation, still a little wobbly on his feet. But then, when Tharn turns a little and the light of the moon hits his back at just the right angle…

A strange glimmer runs across the skin of his back, just for moment, there and gone again, the iridescence of scales, golden brown and emerald green, almost imperceptible in this darkness.

Phaya sees, though, he sees and he freezes just for a second, well aware of what it means: the Naga, Wansarut’s legacy, is still there, inside Tharn, awakened by Chalothon’s magic in his need to turn Tharn back into what he used to be several lifetimes ago. It will never go away, the Naga now an inseparable part of Tharn, but what exactly it will mean for them, for Tharn, they still don't know. And it scares Phaya.

Phaya walks up to his lover and pulls his t-shirt over Tharn’s head, much to his lover's mumbled protests, dressing him quickly and hiding those scales, so he doesn’t have to see them anymore, so they can disappear again, sink deep into Tharn's skin, so he can forget about them again, at least for now.

“What…?” Tharn asks, startled, when Phaya pulls him into his arms and hugs him hard, holding on so tight that he almost squeezes the air from Tharn’s lungs.

“Nothing,” Phaya says, face buried in Tharn’s hair, breathing him in. “I love you, that’s all. I just love you.”

Tharn smiles into his shoulder and hugs Phaya back, petting his back gently. “I love you, too.” And as if knowing what Phaya really needs to hear, he adds softly, “And I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”

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timotey · 4 months

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This part of the reaction vid was so cute. When Phaya accidentally hit Tharn, Babe was so upset with Phaya and so Billy took that plushy toy and stroked Babe's lip with its paw in apology. Aww...

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boozles · 8 months

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Fic Masterpost

you can find all my works on ao3 ♥ i'd also like to direct you all to my fic recs ♥

The Sign

i'd meet you (where the spirit meets the bones) phaya/tharn - 1127 words - teen & up - (lost love series) notes: includes mild dubcon

Once the Naga Prince is asleep, always so deeply after a day of battle and taking what he wants, that is when Wansurat will slip away into the night. That is when she will seek her reprieve.

oh my wrists are weak but if i could life your body phaya/tharn - 2291 words - explicit (lost love series) notes: mentions of past life dubcon

you have always worn your flaws upon your sleeve phaya/tharn - 1658 words - unrated (night shift series)

It’s a set routine that Phaya has fallen into over the last few months that he knows should feel odd but really, it brings him comfort. It makes him feel productive, like he’s actually helping. He knows he isn’t, knows that nothing actually helps in this situation, but he’ll that that false sense of security over the alternative any day.

Only Friends

you think i'm a heartbreaker (but inside you wonder) nick/boston - 2414 words - explicit

Nick swallows and he knows he needs to stop, he knows he needs to hit the breaks and delete the damn file but soon enough he can hear the two men clambering into the back seat and he can make out the sounds of Top’s belt buckle hitting the floor of the car. There’s the sounds of kissing, wet and hot, and deep moans emanating from both men. This continues for a few minutes before it gets to the part that Nick hates most. OR Nick jerks off to the audio of Top and Boston

The Eclipse

fifteen minutes akk/ayan - 3069 words - explicit

Ayan sits back on the bed and fixes his shirt, which Akk hadn’t realised he’d been in the process of removing. “Blowjobs?” Akk knows he needs to try and play it cool. He knows he’s going to fail, miserably, but he has to try. “Uh, yeah. Blowjobs.” Ayan raises his eyebrows and pouts his lips. “Blowjobs.” “Yup.” Akk leans up on his hands, looking all around Ayan’s bedroom. Anywhere but his boyfriend’s face. “They’re…uh, fun.” “So I’ve heard.” Akk nods, and he just knows his face is a bright shade of red and he really wishes he had a better control of the words that come out of his mouth. “Uhm…do you…want…one?”

catastrophe khan/thua - 2263 words - general

The reason he’s here – wishing he was anywhere else – is that Khan needs to report Thua for everything. For the banner that caused havoc. For the online threats. For literally burning an effigy of a Suppalo student. For stealing from another student. All of it. And Khan is fucking broken. He doesn’t want to. The fact is if Thua were to walk up to him right now and ask him not to report him, Khan would probably thank him then drag him off for a stern telling off (hopefully followed by the warmest cuddle and make up kiss?). Unfortunately, it’s on Thua’s orders that Khan is here.

touch kan/thua - 5747 words - explicit

It’s almost the end of the school year, and Thua is still a virgin. He’s been accepted to his choice of university, has secured a dorm room, a part-time job and he is still a virgin. Something about that makes him sad.

more than okay akk/ayan - 4560 words - explicit

“I won’t hold back anymore.” He means it. He won’t hide anything anymore. He’ll kiss Akk, he’ll hold his hand, he’ll touch his face, feed him snacks, tie his shoes, brush his hair from his face, he’ll never hold back again from all the little things he wants to do. Ayan leans up, one leg hooked over Akk, and holds himself over him. He touches his hair, gently, gazing into his face, the face that he’d fallen for the first second of his first day at that damn school. Akk allows him to caress his face, watching him so intensely, and doesn’t flinch when Ayan leans down to bring their mouths together. It’s chaste, at first, almost innocent, and Ayan feels like his very soul is on fire. Soon enough, he’s straddling Akk, pushing the kiss deeper. He’s waiting for resistance, and he’s okay with that; he’s waiting for Akk to tell him it’s time to stop, they should wait, he’s not ready for anything more than this. However, that isn’t what happens.

Love In The Air

and the walls kept tumbling down in the city that we love prapai/sky - 776 words - general

Sometimes Sky fights back, will push him away and cry out. Sometimes he cries his name, and Prapai feels his whole chest shatter. Tonight is one of those nights. “No,” Sky mumbles, and he pushes against Prapai’s chest. “Please…no…” “It’s okay,” Prapai shushes. “It’s okay, Sky-“ “Please…” Sky pushes again, eyes closed, still in the grip of slumber. “P’Gun…help…”

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onceabluemoonwrites · 6 years

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Treasure Hunt

Fandom: Yuri on Ice

Summary: ‘’The rascal! That debaucher! That- That- Lolly gagging playboy!’’ He covered Mila’s eyes. ‘’’Don’t look! If a primordial like me almost fainted looking at this, I don’t want to know what this will do to your systems!’’ ‘’…An extreme reaction to a simple cuddle, but I like your style.’’

Phichit finds out his treasure (Yuuri) has been stolen. By Victor. Time to stalk the couple!

Disclaimer: I don’t own Yuri on Ice

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This was written for yoifantasyweek ( @yoifantasyweek for those interested in checking out the other authors) 11/18/17- Day Six: Gold. I used the prompts ‘’Dragon,’’ and ‘’Treasure’’.

This is part of the Land of Gods and Monsters ‘verse, but can be read as a standalone fic. You can find a note on the chronology of this ‘verse here.

Day 1

‘’You don’t get it. I’m his mother.’’

‘’I was present when Hiroko birthed him.’’

‘’Yuuri’s my treasure!’’ Phichit does some jazz hands around his face for the sparkle effect.

Mila somersaults through the air, wings beating. ‘’And V-boy is my charge, darling.’’

Phichit pouts. ‘’I’m not going to ship them!’’

‘’Chuchu, ‘shipping’ is never going to be a thing.’’

‘’Don’t worry, I’ll make it happen!’’

Day 5

Big News! Dragon Crashes Wedding Party!

‘’I’m a Phaya Naga! Oh-are my eyes deceiving me? ‘Our eyewitness reports the dragon ran in screaming: ‘’You ain’t never gonna get my baby- Oooooooh- I like that song!’’’ I didn’t do that!’’

‘’No, you ran in screaming: ‘You ain’t never gonna get my baby- SOMEbody once told me the world is gonna-‘’

‘’roll me, I ain’t the sharpest tool in the shed! She was looking kind of dumb with her finger and her thumb in the shape of an L on her forehead…’’

Day 6

‘’I never realized how chipmunk-y Victor’s cheeks were.’’

“His ass is nothing compared to Yuuri’s.” “A. You are so right. B. MY SON! You are rightfully worshipping him. C. I MEANT HIS FACE.” “…I blame your butt jokes, Chuchu.”

Day 8

‘’Oh my dragon scale. The rascal! That debaucher! That- That- Lolly gagging playboy!’’ He covers Mila’s eyes. ‘’’Don’t look! If a primordial like me almost fainted looking at this, I don’t want to know what this will do to your systems!’’

‘’…An extreme reaction to a simple cuddle, but I like your style.’’

Phichit gasps. ‘’HE- Victor just nuzzled Yuuri’s hair- Why are we not crystal shotting this? We should be crystal shotting this! Evidence, Mila, evidence!’’

‘’You know, taking a crystal shot of you right now would be perfect blackmail material.’’

‘’Giant snakes in hula outfits are common and a great disguise, I’ll have you know! Besides, why ever would I be embarrassed about wearing a coconut bra? It’d be blackmail against other people. Can you imagine it? If I show you this shot of me being the hottest thing ever, you’ll die!’’

Mila taps her lips. ‘’A vision- but do be sure to include your furbie cosplay, m’kay.’’

Phichit cackles. ‘’Furbie-licious to the max! Wait- where did they go now?!’’

Day 9

A rendezvous in the Niagara Falls.

Mila has the time of her life, Phichit flails and befriends the local hamsters.

Day 10

Tracking down Victor and Yuuri isn’t hard. What takes up time is the information gathering needed to help Victor find the place where he belongs. Behind the bars, that is.

The criminal in question is currently smiling softly as he uses Phichit’s cinnamon son as his slave. He has deceived Yuuri so thoroughly the poor boy is smiling while brushing his captor’s hair!

‘’I will take all of his Armani suits. Not to cut them apart- oh no, that would be too kind. I’ll paint them with daisies and roses and rice, and then I’ll make it smell so nice he’ll die from pleasure the next time he puts it on! Positivity will kill him!’’

‘’Savage, Chuchu.’’

‘’Hush, Millikins, they’ll hear us!’’

‘’Oh yes, a fairy and a Phaya Naga hovering in the air in front of a tower window. The height of stealth! Also, did you put on a few pounds?’’

‘’Are you implying you can’t lift me?’’

‘’Please, I could lift you in your true form while being five centimeters tall!’’

‘’Let’s try it out!’’

‘’You are so on!’’

Day 11

Peering over the hedge, Phichit sighs ‘’Why can’t they just stay in one place? I need my beauty sleep!’’

‘’Maybe if someone stopped announcing their presence…’’

‘’You were the one tipping them off?!’’

‘’…Sure. Yeah. Let’s go with that.’’

Yuuri sticks his head over the hedgerow. ‘’She didn’t need to, with the amount of noise you made.’’

‘’Yuuri!’’ Phichit smooshes his face against his chest. ‘’Ma baby boy! Don’t worry, mama’s here, he’ll protect you from the big bad angel!’’

Yuuri just sighs, remarkably fond for someone whose glasses were just ruined. ‘’Nice to see you too, Phichit.’’

Mila eddies through the air in the direction of the garden, ruffling Yuuri’s hair in passing. ‘’Atta, boy!’’

Phichit runs after her. ‘’Hey, if you’re pinching Victor’s cheeks I want in!’’

‘’The squishy-squish is all mineeeeeeeeeee, Chuchu!’’

‘’I… Might be convinced to let Victor into the family.’’

The Russian’s eyes lit up.

‘’But only if I get your conditioner, because oh my gosh, your hair is silky. I mean- you’ve been feeding Yuuri katsudon, you can’t be that bad.’’ Phichit inches forwards. ‘’Also, squuuuuuuish!’’

Victor doesn’t even try to get away, far too busy beaming at Yuuri, rainbows appearing all around him. ‘’I have been blessed!’’

‘’Me too,’’ Mila cackles, ‘’Blackmail material for the next millennium at the least!’’

Yuuri pales, Victor wails, and Phichit? Phichit beams.

Yeah. He can see it. He ships it! (Yes, Mila, shipping is totally gonna happen).

Author’s Note

The song Phichit and Mila sing on Day 8 is All-Star by Smash mouth!

…The butt joke exchange was actually inspired by M-chan blaming me for corrupting her with my butt jokes *cackles*

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