My Best Friend Smells So Good

Blurb saved as a screenshot, February 20, 2025

[A career-focused, domineering general who’s the bottom x a silly top who’s forgotten everything and is getting more and more comfortable living off his husband]

Prince An, Meng Qi'an, has lost his memory. No worries! He’s a noble prince, and his big brother, the emperor, will look after him even if he decides to lie flat.

But he doesn’t want to lie flat. He’s finally got a chance to start his life over, so he’s going to be a wastrel!

But before the wine and courtesans are even ready, someone tells him he has a princess consort.

A princess consort? When did he get married?

Never mind. Having a consort won’t stop him from being a wastrel!

As he carouses with his friends amid song and dance, a long black-iron spear comes whistling through the air and plants itself on the table in front of him with a clang.

Xie Huaiyu, the Great General Who Guards the North, pins the table down with one foot. His dark eyes are as cold as frost as he glares at Prince An. "Who gave you the nerve to come drinking with courtesans?"

"Y-Your Highness, it wasn’t us!" The sons of the chancellor, the censor-in-chief, and the chief minister all leap up and flee for their lives.

Prince An: Heavens, nobody told me my consort was a great general!

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Xie Huaiyu and Meng Qi'an have been married for six years. When Meng Qi'an suddenly loses his memory and thinks only of being a wastrel, Xie Huaiyu gets so angry that he returns to the border.

But who would have thought that the amnesiac Meng Qi'an would chase after him all the way to the border, calling him "dear friend" every other sentence?

"Who’s your dear friend?" He points at the entrance to the military tent and gives an order. "Guards, lock him in my tent! Don’t let him out without my permission!"

That night, Xie Huaiyu returns to his tent and corners the pampered Prince An against the wall with a cold laugh. "Your Highness, why give up your life of luxury as a noble prince to come all the way to this bitter, freezing land?"

Meng Qi'an wants to know the answer, too.

He could have stayed in the palace, living like a prince, but for some reason, seeing Xie Huaiyu’s resolute silhouette on the city wall made his heart ache as if it had been cut by a knife. After Xie Huaiyu left, he couldn’t eat or drink, and he couldn’t sleep all night.

"I... I wanted to see you."

The moment he gives voice to his longing, it floods out. Xie Huaiyu unties his armor and kisses him.

After a night of intense lovemaking, Meng Qi'an looks at the man in his arms, his body covered in kiss marks, his general’s dignity set aside as he sleeps like a child. He thinks: Dear friend... bah! My consort smells so good.

Key points:

1. No breaking up, no role reversal, no angst, and it’s not long. It’s basically a sweet little story, like sweet-and-sour fruit candy. They’re childhood friends and each other’s first love. The setting is fictional, and they’re both strong. The iron-willed general is the bottom, so don’t get it backwards. The bottom is handsome and strong, and the top is... pretty impressive, too.

2. The bottom gets angry, but trusts the top not to fool around from beginning to end.

3. It has the cliched amnesia trope, and the top will regain his memories.

4. The story is told from the top’s point of view.

Theme: Love your wife and your fortune will flourish!