#timrix

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@toboldlywrite posted the cutest picrew and I couldn't resist, so here's my qpp Trickster and Llanedd and my soft gay bois Tim and Cedrix 💖

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@raevenlywrites shared a super cute picrew and um, this is pretty much exactly how this scene goes.

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❤ Soft Bois being Gay™ ❤

“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.”

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“Why do you like poetry?” Tim asked.

“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.

- Cedrix proving he’s actually a Soft Boi 😭

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@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!

(Also, if anyone has any QPP song recs, hmu!)

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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.

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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.

So far, his disguise appeared to be working. The plain brown cloak he’d borrowed from the stables was simultaneously the ugliest and least comfortable garment he’d ever worn, but it was a small price to pay for being able to walk through his city unaccosted. He kept the hood up as he weaved his way through the market, hiding his distinctive blond hair from view.

Unfortunately, Cedrix had forgotten two things. Firstly, that blond hair wasn’t actually all that uncommon, and so covering his head on such a warm summer’s day was actually making him more suspicious. The second was that, although his hair might be covered, people could still see his face.

“Excuse me?”

Automatically, Cedrix turned. A petite young woman was staring up at him, and as he met her eye she gasped.

“It is you! Please forgive me, sire, I don’t mean to bother you, but I think I might be-”

Cedrix didn’t wait around to hear the end of that sentence. He already knew what she was about to say, and sure enough the words “your soulmate” had barely fallen from her lips before Cedrix was running, the now-useless hood flying behind him as he fled. The would-be soulmate was between him and the city gates, so he made for the castle, only to find his way already blocked by a quickly growing crowd of sharp-eared woman. Cursing, he dashed further into the market, slipping between two stalls and leaping over a vegetable cart. The spilled produce took out a few of his less steady pursuers, but the rest were far from deterred. With the merchant’s cries of “my cabbages!” ringing in his ears, Cedrix sprinted into an alleyway.

Cedrix knew the city well, but there were, admittedly, some parts he knew better than others. The area he found himself in wasn’t one of those parts. Ideally, he’d stop and gather his bearings, but the hoard of women bearing down on him made this situation far from ideal. Consequently, when he finally rounded a corner and saw an open door, he didn’t even think.

The door slammed shut behind him. Cedrix pressed himself against it, holding his breath as the mob’s thundering footsteps bore down on him. The door wouldn’t hold them for long. Cedrix’s only hope was that he’d managed to duck inside before the leader of the prince-hungry pack had turned the corner.

For once, it seemed luck was on his side. Even so, Cedrix waited until the sound of clattering shoes and screams of longing had faded completely before he let himself breathe. Safe, for now, he finally took stock of where he was.

His haven turned out to be a small circular room, with stone walls and a worn wooden floor, and as Cedrix gazed upwards he realised it wasn’t a room after all but a tower, with thin slits for windows and a stone staircase that spiralled upwards. And at the top of the staircase, in front of a half-opened wooden door, a figure stood watching him.

“Hi!”

Cedrix instinctively tensed. The figure skipped down the stairs towards him, and Cedrix reached automatically for his sword before realising three things. Firstly, the figure didn’t seem angry at having their home invaded, but was instead looking at Cedrix with a bemused sort of smile. Secondly, and more importantly, they were unarmed. Thirdly, and most importantly of all, they weren’t a woman.

“Are you okay?” The man asked, “I was watching from my window. Those women seemed a bit aggressive.”

Thrown, Cedrix took a moment to answer. The state of his health wasn’t the question he’d expected from someone who’d just watched an entire battalion of woman chase a man through the city.

“I’m fine.” He said curtly, before remembering his manners.

“Prince Cedrix Adrian Tobius Cristafer of Avonshire.” He dropped his hand from the hilt of his sword, “Thank you for allowing me use of your home.”

The man reached the bottom of the stairs, and Cedrix waited for the bowing and simpering that was inevitable when one introduced themselves as royalty. To his utter surprise, the man did neither. Instead he grinned, a smile of pure joy that lit up his entire face, and held out his arm.

“Hi Cedrix! I’m Tim.”

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Inktober day one, and how else could I start but with Timrix! I think this meme sums them up pretty well 😂