@darkpuck replied to your post “My favorite thing to write is the aftermath of the...”:
INTO THE SHADOW REALM GOES A HUGE CHUNK OF LEIDE
So fun fact, in the initial draft, Regis was going to cast Meteor on the turtle. The difficulty in that scenario was him casting a meteor big enough to kill the turtle, but one small enough to not... you know. Obliterate all life on the planet, or even the Galahdians, Cor and himself in the process.
And then I realized there would be a corpse left from that.
Do you understand the tremendous international undertaking required to dispose of a giant, decomposing turtle the size of a continent? The implications for health and the ecosystem?
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Cor hung up his jacket with a sigh, exhaustion weighing down his shoulders. The overtime this week had been brutal with all the new guard evaluations to be done. And the prince’s new friend was among them, so Noctis was stopping by every day to say ‘hi’ and make sure he was being fair to him. As if Cor would do anything else.
On top of that, Nyx had been on nights for the past two weeks, so it felt like it had been forever since he’d seen his husband. Cor was about ready to take his frustrations out on Drautos until he gave Nyx some time off. It had been a long week.
So when he smelled the familiar scent of Galahdan curry, it was a pleasant surprise. As he walked to the kitchen, he could hear Nyx humming one his favorite Galahdan folk songs. He peeked around the corner to see Nyx wearing that apron Crowe had given him as a gag, bobbing his head to the tune he was humming while he stirred the pot on the stove.
Cor just leaned in the doorway and took in the view, Nyx in his old sweats and frilly apron, small smile on his face as he swayed to the music in his head. It still shocked him sometimes, how domestic his life had become. He could remember a time not that long ago when he felt sure he would spend his life alone, dedicated only to the crown. Now, he looked forward to nothing more than a quiet night in with the man he loved.
And apparently, tonight was his lucky night. The warm feeling that filled him as he watched his husband cook banished any memories of the lonely time before Nyx. This was his life now, and he’d never been happier, never felt more lucky.
Nyx stopped his humming to smile at him as he walked into the kitchen, but Cor didn’t stop until his arms were around Nyx’s waist.
Nyx chuckled and patted Cor’s hands with the hand not holding the pot. “You’re home earlier than I expected. It’ll still be a few minutes.”
“Smells great.” Cor nuzzled into Nyx’s hair, breathing deeply.
“You could get the plates out, if you want?” Nyx grabbed one of Cor’s hands and squeezed.
Cor nodded without lifting his head from Nyx’s hair, then used his grip to pull Nyx away from the stove.
“Cor!” Nyx protested, dropping the spoon he was holding on the counter.
Cor turned Nyx to face him and leaned down to kiss him, swallowing any further protests. He pulled back after a few seconds, dropping one last kiss on Nyx’s nose before letting go.
“What was that for?” Nyx’s face was dusted with pink.
“I felt like it.” Cor smirked as opened the cabinet and got out the plates.
Send a character’s name to receive four different headcanons
Headcanon A: Nyx sleeps in catnaps-- he finds if he's out for more than a couple of hours, he can't help but dream, and so he tries to avoid that whenever necessary.
Headcanon B: He knows every single word to the Lil Malbuddy theme song. So does everyone else in the Glaive, including Drautos, because when Nyx is bored or idle or trying to focus on something mindless, he sings it under his breath.
Headcanon C: He cannot bury his sister. Selena is left beneath the maple tree in their backyard, and Nyx never makes it back to give her a proper funeral. Libertus comes back to Galahd after the war, and tends to the garden, the tree, and buries Nyx's dog tags where Selena's body should be.
Headcanon D: YOU KNOW WHAT NYX ULRIC ISN'T DEAD AND FUCK SQUARE FOR MAKING US SUFFER THROUGH THAT.
This should be like, 3 paragraphs, but sometimes WIPs are messy 😅😅😅 (amnesia fic! For the agony!)
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Magnus turned the phone around, careful to keep it where they could both see it as he tapped back towards the history list and scrolled. His lips tightened, but he didn't say anything else as he looked at the names going by. Magnus, of course, was by far the most frequent. Izzy and Jace. Cat again. Alec wasn't sure if it was good that his mother was saved under "Mom" rather than "Maryse". Maryse wasn't a common enough name for Magnus not to make the immediate Lightwood connection, and Alec had no idea how that would go. Magnus flicked past the staff at the Institute, almost paused at Lydia, maybe because Branwell. A couple Clave members in Idris whom Alec had to talk to regularly for work inspired something close to a sneer. Magnus clearly recognized Shadowhunter names.
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Here you go @darkpuck have a Christmas present of a drabble with, quite a few of our muses actually!
Silencia felt the dawn king step into his power, and felt him turn, refusing to surrender to death, swallowing it down, striding up into the sun and-
Death relented for him, in the few seconds of his ascension, and in that time his thousand sunlit hands reached into the void and plucked as many of those that had died for this, for all of it, as he could. All of his anscestors that wished to, the strongest of the Lucii that had kept their watch, many of them slipped out as he held the door open.
Silencia was one of them. As a ghost she'd courted Temai again through ten years of darkness, protectin children. And now, she slid back into a mortal shape almost nonchalantly. Her new body only a few years older than Temai's.
“You know, sweetheart,” she said casually, plopping into a chair beside the younger woman, that was staring. “Sun's rising and all that, and I know it's been a while since you've seen the sun. But ah. Have you considered maybe waiting to head outside. I'm not sure about you, but I haven't touched the love of my life with these hands in a few hundred years. It took me a while to come home to her, you see. And I miss the sun too, but I thought a reunion might be in order?”
She sounded confident, she always did, but there was a trace of almost shyness in the rogue queen's voice.
Elsewhere, a woman who'd conquered half the world once found herself suddenly seated beside three children. She'd stretched her spirit to near tatters keeping track of them. “I'm fairly sure I know where your father will return, young ones,” Claritas told them, they'd caught half glimpses of her spirit shouting warnings for the last ten years as they grew up, as they decided to be glaives. “Time to go back to Insomnia before the lovely man starts combing the world for you.”
Tonitrus laughed joyously, sliding out into the world and clapping the gasping redheaded smith on the back. “Deep breaths little one, I think this journey is hard on many of you. Show an example for this sweet girl,” he encouraged Tredd, gesturing to the small redheaded girl that had crossed the veil with them. Noctis was a good young man, he had grasped as many children as he could.
Itero darted through the crowd and found her, no. Him. In this life, him. The beautiful tenor Sonitus, reaching out to grasp the shreds of light and power that still hung in the air, and approaching him out of nowhere. “Harbinger, your throat, please. Hurry, before our bodies are too set. I think I can help,” he said, not caring that he'd rushed from the veil so fast he hadn't imagined much more than a pair of pants. His hands glowed with strange waves of light, powers half Leviathan and Auroran, he swallowed, putting on as charming smile as he could. “And I'd really appreciate it if this time you didn't push me into the harbor after.”
Clarus and Regis both slammed back into the world, one hand each on Odin's shoulder, Regis blinking owlishly and Clarus standing tall, holding both the younger men up. Though he realized they looked at least a decade or so younger themseles. Which was nice, he supposed. “Ah. Lord and Lady Njordsson,” he greeted the two twins, who'd trained guns on them and then abruptly froze. “As you may notice from the dawn, some things have changed. Regis was of course rather eager to be reunited with his son, but he was far more eager to see young Odin again, and to return your husband to you of course, my Lady. But still, if we could begin making way for Insomnia,” the Shield said, dignified.
“Also, it's a great pleasure to meet both of you,” he said, polite.
A man that'd been named death, once, stood beside Brillig, younger than her, for once. Maybe twenty, and looked out over th city he'd never served particularly well, after her. He pulled out a cigarette, and took a long drag of it. “It's going to take a bit of rebuilding. But we'll get the old girl back into shape. I suppose I always did find architecture appealing, I suppose I'll get some hands on experience, this time.”
Themis, once called the Just, held herself poised, one hand around the massive former traitor's throat pinning Titus Drautos to the ground, the other gently cradling Luche's hand. She smiled. “I have no obligations, in this new life, Gentlemen. And we are going to do this right. Though I suggest, perhaps, we do it somewhere rather far from Insomnia. If we are even near Insomnia. I'm not quite sure where I dragged us out,” she said, primly, smiling up at the dawn.
