#timrix

“I like you,” He said firmly, “No matter what you are. Or what you’re not.”

A beat, and Tim threw his arms around Cedrix. Cedrix, caught off guard, froze.

Slowly, cautiously, he lowered his arms to rest against Tim’s back. Their almost-equal heights had him placing his head on Tim’s shoulder before he even knew what he was doing, and as he breathed him in – a unique scent mixing florals with something that could only be described as magic – he found himself unintentionally turning to bury his head in the curve of Tim’s neck. As he breathed out he felt himself relax, the tautness that had become a constant part of him draining away as he leant into the all-encompassing embrace.

No one had ever hugged him like this before.

Cedrix never wanted it to end.

However, that would have been hugely impractical, and eventually Tim pulled away. Cedrix begrudgingly let him, pulling himself back together as he reminded himself how to stand.

“Is there anything else I need to know?” He asked once he’d recovered, no longer guarded enough to be embarrassed by the softness in his voice.

“Not really.” Tim shrugged. He’d somehow managed to tangle their hands together as he’d let go, and Cedrix was in no hurry to untangle them.

“I prefer he, and I’m okay with people calling me a boy, but if someone calls me a girl that’s okay too. Although-”

Tim paused, but not for long, and this time he didn’t look away.

“I do like to wear dresses and skirts sometimes. Is that okay?”

Cedrix felt his mouth go dry. Unintentionally his gaze dropped to the way Tim’s breeches clung to his well-defined thighs, and if he hadn’t been distracted by the sudden image of delicate silks and chiffons flowing around his boyfriend’s legs, their femininity only highlighting his masculine figure, he might have been embarrassed by the hoarseness of his voice as he replied.

“I think that would be acceptable.”

“It... explains things,” Cedrix replied, “Putting words to things that don’t have names.”

“Like what?”

“Feelings.” Cedrix said.

The feelings I have for you. He didn’t.

@piyawrites tagged me in this like a week ago? Oops.

But yeah here’s a summary of Trickedd and Timrix 💖 If you’re reading this and haven’t already done this and want to, consider yourself tagged!

Tim, Cedrix had decided, wasn’t magic because he was a wizard.

His magic wasn’t in the stars he created from nothing, it was in his eyes as he watched those stars dance around their dimly-lit bedchamber, their twinkling light reflected in his irises.

Tim wasn’t magic because he was a wizard.

His magic wasn’t in the sparks he created with just a word, in was in his smile as those sparks caught, turning the carefully arranged mound of branches into a burning campfire.

Tim wasn’t magic because he was a wizard.

His magic wasn’t in the rain he created from thin air, it was in his laughter as he danced in the unintended downpour, numb to the dampness soaking into his bared skin.

Tim wasn’t magic because he was a wizard.

His magic wasn’t in the flowers he created with just a thought, it was in his kiss as he presented the conjured bouquet, offering the wilting blossoms as though they were the rarest of jewels.

Tim wasn’t magic because he was a wizard, and his magic wasn’t the reason Cedrix loved him.

Tim’s real magic was that he loved Cedrix in return.

Technically a years-later follow up to this, but can be read separately.

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Cedrix wasn’t sure how the secret had gotten out. A disgruntled nursemaid was to blame, perhaps, or a dissatisfied advisor, but gotten out it had. The entire kingdom now knew the name that decorated the prince’s arm, and by the heavens were they determined to take advantage of it.

The visiting dignitaries throwing their daughters at him had been one thing, but thanks to his loose-lipped employee Cedrix had become a fugitive in his own city. No matter how many knights he surrounded himself with, it seemed he could no longer take even a single step outside the castle gates without being mobbed by crowds of hysterical women, all claiming their name was Tim and waving legal documents that threatened to prove it.

Of course, the obvious option was to just not go outside. But when faced with a choice between the boredom of remaining safely indoors or being swarmed by an overwhelming amount of desperate, single women (surprisingly, ‘desperate’ and ‘single’ were not the main issue here) Cedrix had followed his usual path of action and gone with option C:

None of the above.