I love me some gen threads, especially funny or drama-filled ones, but I am also shamelessly here for shipping AUs. The general Liem-shipping vibe is "I want more than this, but I shouldn't & they can't possibly want me back," so if you're into that, I've got what you need. His default setting is very D&D-like high fantasy, but I'm comfortable playing him in modern fantasy settings as well. Pretty much any prompt can also accommodate Liem being a full vampire instead of a dhampir, if that's your thing.
Prompts for inspiration:
• Arranged Marriage: Liem's shady vampire family has arranged his marriage to you, but he seems a rather reluctant fiance.
• Bodyguard Shipping: It's Liem's duty to keep you safe and out of trouble, possibly despite your best efforts.
• Companion to Royalty: Reclusive vampire king Liem and YOU! Are you a gift from a local power? Sacrifice from the townsfolk? Or did you just stumble up the road to his castle during a storm?
• Enemies to Lovers: Maybe Liem is a foreign agent trying to sabotage your country or organization. Or maybe you're rebelling against the current regime and he's trying to take you in.
• Fake Dating/Fake Married: A relationship is your cover story while you're travelling for some secret reason. Gotta keep up appearances.
• Hunter & Hunted: Are you a hunter trying to track Liem down? Or a snack that proved more than he bargained for?
• Hurt (Comfort Optional): Whether he's hurt, sick, drugged, or just upset, two things remain constant: Liem needs help, and he doesn't want to accept it. But maybe you don't want to fix him anyway; maybe you want to make him worse.
• Living a Lie: Whether you're undercover on a mission, or you lied to cover something up and now you have to commit, you're stuck playing a role until you accomplish some secret objective — or until you can shake off your nosy company.
• Loss of Control: For whatever reason, one of you is struggling not to go berserk — or perhaps has already failed. If it's Liem, can you help him come back to himself, or are you the one pushing him over the edge?
• Out of the Frying Pan: The classic "tried to help someone in trouble, ended up with a new and possibly worse problem" situation. But at least you're in it together!
• Priest/Celibacy: Default here is that Liem is the priest, but it could go the other way. Smutty, or just laden with UST? You decide.
• Texting: Stupid TFLN-style text threads, my beloved...
• Random Scenario: For if none of the above tickle your fancy.
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Before Liem had looked at him with those bright, crystalline eyes and kissed him like he was drowning. It must look so unremarkable: two men finding pleasure in each other under the moonlight, nothing more. But he feels the seismic shift of it under his skin, and he knows, with the absolute certainty he'd had every other time, that something has irreversibly changed. It's a strange secret to hold in his chest, here and now, catching his breath with his face buried-- as is often his habit -- in the crook of Liem's neck.
He lifts his head as soon as his heart stops trying to thunder out of his chest. He needs to: needs to kiss him -- even breathless as Cardan still is -- and look at him. He wants to remember Liem like this: bathed in moonlight, his features touched by pleasure and his dark lashes damp against his cheek.
He is so beautiful it makes Cardan ache, which is a sensation he had -- frankly -- thought himself immune to. But all the lords and ladies in Faerie could not have quickened this madness in him; when he leans close again to press his lips to the wet trail left behind by Liem's tears, it is with the reverence of worship. ]
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But he does. He cannot help the raw, vulnerable wound that has opened up behind his ribs — so old he'd forgotten it was there, and hadn't expected it to tear open again. He hadn't expected to feel loved as well as desired: hadn't expected how terribly the want for it would sink its teeth into him, making him want far, far too much.
How right he'd been, when he supposed that Faerie's most dangerous temptations were those already within arm's reach.]
Cardan…
[His quiet murmur is a little rough as he tips his mouth to chase the memory of Cardan's kiss. The brush of lips against tear-damp skin makes his breath catch in his lungs, but he can't tell if that soreness in his chest is desperation or relief.]
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[ He’s surprised at how even his voice is, even under the onslaught of Liem’s soft hands in his hair and the urgent, fragile tension he’s feeling. His own fingers find their roost at Liem’s face, curling over his cheek. It’s such a familiar gesture now. How often has he held Liem in this exact way?
The night that felt endless just an hour ago suddenly seems far too short. He doesn’t glance up at the sky — he doesn’t want to know where the moon is in its journey. It feels like thinking about it would only hasten the end of their time here.
And he doesn’t want to leave; he wants to kiss his husband, who looks lovely and tender under the moonlight, and he wants to feel the quiet rumble of Liem’s voice when he speaks. He wants to ask what had prompted Liem’s tears, too, now that he is no longer feral with need, but he suspects it is not a question that will net him a satisfactory answer.
So he kisses Liem instead, trailing unhurried kisses over the tip of his nose, his cheek, as leisurely as if they had all the time in the world. ]
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It is a foolish way for him to be, but more and more, recently, he has come to believe that with Cardan, that is not such a terrible state to be in. He might continue to fear his own unwise judgment, but he has lost his fear of what Cardan might do with it.
Perhaps that is more foolish than anything else.]
I have never had a birthnight like this one, [is what he says eventually, under the gentle onslaught of his husband's wandering kisses. The fingers remaining in his hair coax Cardan nearer again, but this time so he can brush his lips against the shell of one delicate, pointed ear.]
I will recall it fondly long after those marks of yours have faded.