PhoenixFlare Weekly Prompt Fics
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What he expects is a misbehaving pixie. Perhaps a familiar, come to pick and poke at his herbs. Unlikely to be an entirely unmagical beast; they can sense the power that ensconces Joshua’s homestead and keep their distance. Unlikely to be any sort of threat, he’d placed fresh wards against any with ill intent on the trees, not a tenday past. Maybe, maybe another witch; come to call for a favor or, perhaps, to pluck out his eyes.
What he doesn't expect is a heap of a prince, curled in on himself between the cheerful flowers of yarrow and the stalks of ginger. He’s crushing the feverfew, Joshua notes with a bit of a pinched expression, dousing the magic in his hands and crossing his arms over his chest.
or: in which Prince Dion seeks out the help of a goodly witch. | PhoenixFlare
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- Part 1 of PhoenixFlare Weekly Prompt Fics
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“Joshua,” he breathes through teeth clenched tight enough to crack, “please.”
He doesn't know what he wants, what he pleads for. For Joshua’s hands, for his mouth; for saccharine sweet words or malice spit at him. He wants it all, greedy as he is; wants everything Joshua could give him and more. Wants, more than anything, to burn.
or: in which Dion supplicates himself before Joshua. | PhoenixFlare
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- Part 2 of PhoenixFlare Weekly Prompt Fics