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Diary Of A Wimpy Kid The Musical

[BL] The Musical Prince and his Mortal God

A Prince who yearns to be great and a God who desires to become nothing. *** Tragedy befalls the island of Salyras every fifteen years. When Prince Nevian’s compelling music does nothing to prevent his island and people from sinking, he wonders what his passionate ability is useful for. He drifts for two days across a wild sea and washes upon an island of monsters. Despite being delirious from hunger and grief, he manages to produce one last song to save a man from the snares of a menacing creature. Nevian is surprised when he lives and is greeted by the man he saved. An honest-spoken individual named Aestos, who has otherworldly abilities that grant him the title and prestige of a God. Prestige he never asked for. Fascinated by Nevian’s music, Aestos requests that the Prince accompany him to retrieve a fabled sword that would strip him of his supernatural strengths and grant him the ability to live as a simple man. Aestos relies on Nevian’s enchanting songs, unable to prevent himself from also becoming bewitched. And despite being unsure of the long journey ahead, Nevian puts his faith in the man and agrees to help, believing if his music is truly destined for anything remarkable, now is the time to test it. ------------ [ Excerpt: ] I leaned and kissed Aestos’ face. He swiveled his head—rapidly—and our noses brushed. I laughed tiredly. “What is with that reaction, friend?” His face tightened. But he was not upset. He wore the countenance of a delighted man who feigned confusion because it was comfortable not to recognize what some actions meant. “You are always touching me. Every hour, a hand of yours reaches for me. Why?” he asked. I felt bashful, although confessions came naturally to me. “You must understand by now.” “I am trying to,” he answered sincerely, and he spread his fingers over his chest. “Because here, I feel something I am not used to. Whenever you touch me.” I smiled softly. “You feel your heart.” “I feel more than that.” “Does it frighten you?” He pondered over it while holding my gaze. “I don’t want it to.” I stole his other hand and held it against my chest to let him feel the music of my heart. “Do you feel the rhythm?” His eyes fell to where he held me. “I do not need to feel it,” he murmured. “I hear every time it changes.” I adored him with an enthusiastic smile. “Your ears are extraordinary, and you notice when affection drums in my chest. For you, Aestos. Because you are becoming someone special to me.” ------------ A story about love, destiny, (some) mythological creatures, music, magic, family, and tragedy. Takes on minor themes of historical Greek mythology & culture. [ This story centers affectionate friendships between men. BL tag for bromance. ]
_Haven · 19.5K Views

Second chance - Diary of a transmigrator

The sweet scent of flowers invades my nostrils, while a light breeze caresses my body. I reflexively turn the other way, my hand flailing around my waist futilely seeking my blanket. Unable to find it, I gradually wake up, only to realize that I am not on my bed, nor in my room or in my house… instead, I am lying in a patch of grass in what looks to be a small clearing in a forest. Wait… WHERE THE HELL ARE MY CLOTHES???? I jump to my feet in panic and look left and right trying to figure out what is happening. My mind can’t process the situation, but after a few minutes the panic recedes and I start thinking somewhat rationally again. I check myself for any injuries or bugs crawling on me and I am relieved when I find none. Then my brain processes what my eyes see and I freeze. I once again start checking my body slowly, running my hands over it inch by inch. My beer belly is gone, the white hairs on my chest are now black and my body while not exactly rippling has defined muscle lines. Yeah, nice dream, I thought. I haven’t looked or felt so good since I was 20. Then reality slaps me again. A memory surfaces from the depth of my mind from a researcher’s interview on tv; you can’t smell something in your dreams, you just identify the scent that you should be smelling. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I smell the grass, the little violet flowers, the scent of the tree resin carried by the wind… fuck!... Toto, we are not in Kansas anymore…
PinkCulture · 6.9K Views

The Unrivaled God of Music.

“Am so weak! I want power!¬ – I want everything!!!…” a voice filled with resentment was heard in the world, carrying a terrifying power behind it…as if challenging every god in existence. In that moment there was perfect silence as if everything was frozen in time and yet somewhere far away-in unknown plane of existence, a being stood with interest dancing in his eyes… “ Ooh really…” chuckling between his breath, “but power isn’t something good is it…” there was a lonely atmosphere around this entity, “I will give you a chance…all I care about is your end.” Smirking with interest and expectation at the same time. His gaze fixed on the faraway expanse of infinite planes. “we will meet soon…” The words seemed to merge perfectly with the void as the entity melted away in space. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Alex a weak and ordinary human born with no talent to practice martial arts was forced to face the cruelty of his world. He was referred to as trash of the trash, and surprisingly he was okay with that… Until his whole village was gruesomely annihilated. This awakened something in him, something abominable that should have been kept in chains… Alex struggles to keep his human side while not becoming something else... It has left him questioning everything else, his morals, and values. In the end, what will become of him?... ‘What's the origin of this weird flute?...is it a gift?”Alex thought with a questioning gaze while observing the strange object decorated with mysterious patterns. A solemn look painted all over his face,’ All I wanted was a normal life, was it too much to ask’. There was a lonely look on his face while he stared at a distance as if expecting a reply … “forget it, I will search for the western gates…”He declared with resolve. Follow his journey as he uncovers mysteries beyond his imagination, learning that there is more to it than meets the eye… ____________________________ The cover paper is not mine, if you want me to take it down, I can do it without batting an eye.
Vaniaka · 12.2K Views
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