#arranged tanzanite au

[marydublinauthor]

Random gt drabbles: Adornment

Characters: Cliff and Zia

Universe: Tyrant!Cliff AU ☠️

@bittykimmy13 @kendsleyauthor

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“I got you you something,” Cliff’s voice was a velveteen rumble over her head. “Do you want to see?”

To impatient for her stammering to become coherent, he lowered her to his pillow and went to fetch whatever the hell it was. Zia looked towards the window as his heavy strides veered towards his cavernous closet. But she could scarcely muster the will to make her wings unfold before Cliff returned into view. He sat before her with an excited glow on his face, a small ring box clutched between his hands.

He watched her face as he opened it near her lap.

“It’s Tanzanite,” Cliff said when she merely gaped like a fish at the delicate necklace draped upon the silk. “Damn hard to get your hands on these days. Rarer than diamonds in some parts.” Look how much I’ll spend on you, darling.

“It’s stunning,” Zia managed, and it wasn't a lie. For all his cruelty, she couldn’t fault his sense of style. Her hand traced the elegant gemstones - perfectly cut down to size for a fairy’s slight weight- and marveled at how the glittering stones would bring out the rich blues in her eyes.

“Let’s see it on you.”

His hands engulfed her, familiar and all-encompassing. The magnetic clasp clicked at the base of her neck, but he let his hands rest completely around her for a moment, unhurried as he withdrew. Zia’s breathing quickened, catching strangely in the prison of palms and fingers.

He finally drew away to look at her - his healer. His stupidly white smile flashed as he drank in the sight of her - but it was warm and real. Too real.

“It’s perfect on you,” he purred, tracing the gemstones arrangement across her clavicle. “Is it too heavy?”

Zia shook her head. “It’s light as air. I don’t know how humans could have—” She stopped short, remembering who she was speaking to. Fairy-made. Suddenly, the delicate metal felt hot.

“You didn’t have to do this. You shouldn’t have,” she went on in a tight voice. “What will the others say? They already talk, you know.”

“The fairies?”

“Everyone.”

He chuckled. “Luckily, I don’t give a flying fuck what anyone thinks about me.” His eyes went half-lidded as his resting arm lowered, leveling his face near hers. She could smell his cologne, the scent of his skin. His thumb stroked her cheek.

“I know you don’t hate me like the others do. I can see it in your face.”

Zia began to breathe shakily. Shameless flirting had become tolerable, routine. This was more terrifying than any of that.

“You have no idea how patient I’ve been. I’ve waited - I’m not very good at it.”

Zia put her hands over his finger, but he only let her push him off a little. “Please, I can’t give you what you want.”

Seeing the affection in his face made a sob choke out of her. Cliff hushed her gently, using soft, reassuring tones she’d never heard him use before.

“Shhh, it’s okay. Don’t fight it. It’s okay. This feels good, doesn’t it?” His lips were practically brushing her ear.

A gust of wind cut through her gown. Through frightened tears, Zia glanced over his bulk towards the glimpse of the window.

“Don’t think about what the others say,” Cliff breathed. “Don’t you deserve to be happy? To feel pleasure? No matter what.”

The what being him, she thought darkly.

It was more difficult to dissuade him when his fingers were fucking magic.

“Cliff, I need to get back.”

“Don’t be scared. I won’t touch you more than this unless you want me to.” He paused. “But I… would want you to ask me to.”

She gasped as he kissed the crown of her head, sending pleasant shivers down her spine. “Would you like that?” he asked.

#random gt drabbles #gt writing #cliff/zia #Cliff #tyrant!cliff au #gt angst #g/t fearplay #g/t writing #giant tiny

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@feynites​

I broke out of my days long haze of puzzle games earlier today to draw some jolly green baby!!!! then i forgot to post it and fell back into puzzle hell BUT I JUST REMEMBERED SO HERE THEY ARE!!!!!!

some first stabs at raelen that are really more focused on making the reference than anything since idk how 2 baby good and i can tell it’s gonna be a WHILE before i finally narrow in on tfw this lil weirdo looks like since once u throw in inan eyes the facial proportions are just ?????? but i wanted as sense of uthvir in there too so their hair is less flat af and more all over and their face is clearly more similar to uthvir’s in length and such. 

lemme just say that green skin is Very Hard especially when u’ve got an addiction 2 blue so u wanna keep making it more teal/aqua-y

also idk how babies work so i totally guessimated the ages lol B)

#my art #tanzanite trio #arranged tanzanite au #Amaraelen #ELVEN ELPHABA Y'ALL!!! #that first pic has so much personality like i loooooveee it it's 100000% them in a nutshell #also i feel so bad for this family bc I HAVE NO CONCEPT WHAT LOOKS GOOD WITH GREEN #you can fucking TELL i use WAAAAAAYYYYY too much blue bc i genuinely STRUGGLE comprehending green #LIKE IT'S SO CLOSE WHY NOT BE BLUE????????????? i have an addiction and i need help idk how color works when no blue #i'm 100000000000% confident that everything wrong w/ this kid can be traced back 2 inan in some way #since honestly that just makes the most sense that's just their brand

[menialfiend]

So here’s something else for oc kiss week!

I had the idea earlier that watching Inanallas fight in like, a 1v1 match would be a Nightmare for Uthvir or Thenvunin (tho more Uthvir probs) because she wears little armor and tends to get knocked around a fair bit more than anyone at her level as a right to be. She’s a competent 1v1 fighter but like, it’s Rough to watch a lot of the time especially compared to her mob fights where it’s like Smooth AF.

so here’s a drabble about way #2320547530543534534 Inan Tries Uthvir’s Patience.

Uthvir and Thenvunin are @feynites

Uthvir has found a new, fresh hell for themselves.

It’s watching Inanallas fight in single combat of any form, like how they are right now, watching them participate in a the traditional competitions between the People. These types of events used to at least be amusing to them before, now they’re arduous vehicles of dread that lead to copious amount of stress drinking after. The first time Inanallas had entered in one of these they were genuinely curious to see her in action up close and maybe even match up against her themselves. Then as the matches went on it became more and more apparent that Inanallas for all her reputation is decidedly not a elite fighter as one would have assumed. In fact, they’d argue she was a mediocre fighter if it weren’t for the fact she won more than she lost.

The reason for it was the same reason they were suffering, Inan barely dodged or blocked and seemed committed to never wearing actual armor ever. It was maddening because they clearly had training and knew how to fight but at the same time was totally unable to perform basic maneuvers or actually plan ahead. As the opponents got better these faults became more glaring and critical but she still went into each fight with nothing better then hardened leather, metal plates and a dagger. The amount of times she’s sent flying only for her to come back as if it was nothing like some kind of indestructible punching bag increases exponentially with each opponent. Their hands twitch compulsively before they curl them into tight fists, marshaling their urge to step in. This is just fucking ridiculous, dodge you idiot just DODGE, your fast enough so DODGE, use your eyes oh for fucks sake—

Inanallas seems to be losing her patience with her poor attempts at “strategy”  in her current match and now she’s at the boulder throwing stage. The amount of shrapnel and ambient magic now in the air is making them even more anxious about Inan’s shoddy armor. They’ve seen enough of these matches to know that she’s fine, to spot the clever whisper thin barrier work that veils her like a second skin and deflects blows and spells. To know that this is how she wins fights and why she has that lofty reputation. She expects to get hit and makes it work for her or just rains down more then the enemy can defend against. She’s the definition of relentless.

 But none of it quells the tide of anxious commentary from Fear convinced that this is the time it all goes wrong and she underestimates something or the growing aggravation from watching this shit show and not being able to go down there and make her dodge or block in a way that actually works because they know she was taught how. The knowledge that she’s fine and seeing her totally unscathed after a blow does not kill the instinctual panic that seeing her get hit so hard she literally flies across the ring flares in them.

It’s absolutely unforgivable, to somehow make them worry them out of their minds over nothing while pissing them off by being absolute shit and yet somehow making them incredibly proud for doing so well despite being so shitty. It has to be a crime and if it’s not they’re going to look into making it one. They cannot live like this feeling all these feelings, it’s unacceptable.

It’s a mercy stroke to the throat of their frazzled nerves and fraying patience when Thenvunin finally knocks her out of the tournament. Despite the fact she could easily take both of them normally, the only assets she really has that she can actually use in a competition like this are her raw strength (physically and magically), endurance, stamina and her clearly nonexistent strategic prowess. She can only press her strength so far before she risks seriously hurting Thenvunin —which she naturally doesn’t want to do— so she can’t win by overwhelming him, and he’s simply just too experienced to let her drag this out and exhaust him. The setting and his skill back her into a corner she can’t escape from and now that she’s finally eliminated Uthvir can actually enjoy the tournament.

Which of course, means thanking Thenvunin for his great act of kindness by putting him on his back with the unspoken promise of doing it again later.

Afterwards Inanallas comes to congratulate them on another victory, looking she’d fallen down a mountain side but whole and safe and happy. They smile, take her face in their taloned gauntlets and press kisses to her mouth.

“You know—” Kiss. “It’s frankly offensive—“ Kiss. “That someone who’s so gifted—“ Kiss. “Is so absolutely terrible at what they’re genuinely good at.”

Inan bursts out laughing at the barb, her hands tightening on their waist as her head falls out of their hands—

and her forehead collides with the spikes on their shoulder.

Her laughter turns into fake comical sobs as she collapses to her knees in mock despair, still hugging their waist.  Thenvunin all but shrieks in horror and catapults himself to his knees as well to check if she’s still got bot eyes or no hole in her skull or something ridiculous like that. Uthvir can’t help but laugh and pat her disheveled head.

Idiot.

#writing #da stuff #ocs #inanallas #thenvunin #uthvir #tanzanite trio #arranged tanzanite au #or really like any verse where this makes any sense so like w/e #inan is like when u playing a video game and u just say 'fuck it' to blocks and dodges bc the controls are too tricky #so instead u just like GO HAM or RUN AWAY just DODGE ROLL FOR 3 HRS THATS THE FIGHT #for uthvir and thenvunin who got A++++ at fighting good school it's like watching a bull in a china shop win the olympics #or a rollercoaster accident in slo mo #i imagine it's worse for uthvir thanks to fear and frustration #thenvunin Disapproves but well she is a savage so it's to be expected he supposes

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More Tanzanite Arranged Marriage AU! Tagging @captusmomentum

Thenvunin blinks at Inanallas.

And then blinks again.

“I am sorry,” he says, trying to articulate around his around surprise. “You mean to say that you have never…?”

Inanallas shifts in her seat, and offers him and Uthvir a somewhat helpless shrug by way of response.

It is a bright morning, and Thenvunin has been married for precisely three weeks. Three weeks of celebrations, rituals, festivities, and ‘getting to know one another’, in this complex political scheme that has also seen him permanently bonded to not even one spouse, but two. And whilst he had not been expecting any reprieves from Uthvir in terms of bedroom activities, at the least, both they and Inanallas had proven… somewhat more reasonable, at least in light of the hectic nature of events, than he had given them credit for.

Of course, it was Uthvir who had finally broached the subject of sex. Over breakfast, no less, but then, Thenvunin would hardly expect better from them. Two weeks of reprieve was more than he had expected, and enough to make him begin to feel nervous that he had somehow overlooked some obvious flaw in his person. Or his presentation of himself, possibly. Something that was making him inexplicably undesirable, even to Uthvir’s savage tastes. But apparently, they have reached the edge of the hunter’s restraint, and Uthvir had brought up sex. Doubtless as a lead-in tactic to ensure that they could finally have their way with Thenvunin whenever they pleased.

One bright spot to this entire ordeal. For Uthvir, of course. Not for Thenvunin, by any means; but he had known he would have to endure such things as soon as he realized that he was going to be wed to them.

Inanallas has always been more of a mystery. But Thenvunin is fairly certain he has caught her looking at him with telling heat, and had not considered – until Uthvir mentioned it – that she might not be interested in sex at all. Though, of course, some people are. Thenvunin would be one such person himself, if only the fates had allowed it. Naturally.

“How old are you?” Uthvir asks Inanallas, obviously somewhat surprised as well.

Again, Inanallas shrugs.

“Just past a thousand,” she admits.

Thenvunin blinks again.

However had someone as pretty as Inanallas managed to avoid having sex for a thousand years? Particularly among the wild, free elves, who did not seem to provide protections to one another, the way the favour of an evanuris might?

Inanallas fidgets with her egg spoon, and shifts in her chair, and lets out an odd, almost giggly-sort of sound. It is what Thenvunin has begun to recognize as a nervous gesture.

“It’s not as if I have no interest,” she says, tapping the spoon, and then setting it down and fidgeting with her napkin instead. “But, I was sort of the baby in my clan. Everyone saw me grow up, and, well, it’s sort of weird to think about people that way when you remember spending time with them as a little child. You know?”

Thenvunin nods in comprehension of that, at least. Uthvir just seems to accept the information with the sort of expression that says they have no idea, but they are not inclined to dispute the claim.

Inanallas sighs.

“I mean there were a couple of spirits, and some people I considered from other clans. But nothing that actually manifested in…”

She waves, vaguely. They all know what she is referring to, however.

After a moment of awkward silence – peculiar for Uthvir, who seems to have been caught a bit off-guard by this development – Thenvunin reaches over, and pats Inanallas on the back of her hand.

“Well, do not worry one bit,” he says. “I certainly will not prevail upon you.” He supposes he will have to do his part to ensure that Uthvir does not pounce upon the virgin in their midst, either. Perhaps sacrificing himself to sate their interests. A challenge he will meet in the name of spousal harmony, and for the sake of protecting the more innocent, and likely youngest elf in their trio.

Gracious, he finds himself thinking. Inanallas is only a third of his age.

Inanallas grins at him, awkwardly, and giggles again.

“You are a sweet one,” she notes, while Uthvir leans back in their chair, and crosses one of their legs. They are dressed a little more lightly this morning than is typical of them. In armour, still, but without their heavier pieces; mainly just in leather gear, with bared forearms and no gauntlets. It is, perhaps, the most casual Thenvunin can recall seeing them. In or out of the bedroom.

“It is dangerous to move in political circles without any sexual experience to aid you,” they note, with a surprising severity to their tone. “You have been lucky, so far. But sooner or later, someone will at least attempt to ‘prevail’ upon you. If you have no idea how to handle that, it can be perilous.”

Inanallas snorts.

“That… I… I mean, I can defend myself. And part of the treaties between our people stipulate that sexual abuse is to be made illegal. They did tell you all about that, right? I know it was passed through Dirthamen’s territories, but it should have gone through everyone else’s, too…”

Thenvunin shares a glance with Uthvir. Yes. The new laws pertaining to the truce conditions had proven quite popular with the lower ranks. Less so with some among the higher ones. Of course, Thenvunin recollects Mythal attempting to impose similar edicts and order upon people. Expecting the best of them. It had never lasted nor gained much ground, though, and he thinks to himself that if Mythal could not achieve such a thing, then the moratorium imposed by Inanallas’ people can only be a temporary reprieve, at best. More likely, it will simply cause more discretion to be enforced, whenever transgressions occur.

“Of course,” is what Thenvunin says, however. “No one will force any unwanted attentions on you. Though, if they make such an attempt, you should come to me. I have rank and sufficient cause to challenge any transgressors among Mythal’s followers to combat, and I can make petitions to do the same to those who serve other leaders, if need be.”

Uthvir nods, as well.

“You may also come to me,” they extend. “I have the same rank and the same means, particularly with any hunters or former hunters around.”

Inanallas looks between them. Her eyes are wide. She tilts her head as she regards them, and then purses her lips. Unhappy with something, though, Thenvunin is not quite certain what. A moment later, however, she only nods.

“If anyone tries to force either of you, you come to me, too,” she says, with uncommon gravity. “Even if they are a leader.”

Thenvunin bites back a sigh at the naivety of that statement. Great leaders do not… well, Mythal would not prevail upon her followers, and for all her many faults he is fairly certain Andruil has no interests in doing so, either. But Uthvir looks downright alarmed for a moment. Before their expression smooths, and they quirk their lips; and Thenvunin wonders if he had only imagined their reaction.

“Of course,” is what they say. “Though I doubt we will actually encounter much trouble. No one is currently eager to rush headlong into a massive political scandal. Not while we are all still catching our breaths, at least. Later on, that might be more of a worry.”

Inanallas frowns at them. Thenvunin feels as though he has missed some crucial detail of the conversation, and his heart lurches with surprising discomfort at the thought. A few weeks married, and already Uthvir and Inanallas are somehow communicating issues with one another more easily than Thenvunin can read them. He clears his throat, and diverts his attention back to the table, and does not see the next look that his spouses exchange.

“So,” Inanallas says, after a moment. “Since we’re discussing such things – how old are the both of you?”

Thenvunin looks up at that, and lets out a light sight.

“Very nearly three thousand,” he admits. “In fact, it will only be five years until my three thousandth birthday. Not a particularly remarkable date, I know, it is hardly ten thousand, and not quite so moving as one thousand, but… I suppose it is worth noting.”

Inanallas nods, in firm agreement with that sentiment.

“You should have gifts,” she decides. “…I have no idea what to get you, but I’ll think of something. Something auspicious. Three thousand is a long time.”

She turns to Uthvir, then.

They shrug.

“Four hundred and twelve,” they announce, cavalierly.

Dead silence falls at the table for a moment.

Thenvunin’s first thought is that Uthvir could not possibly be four hundred thousand years old. That is far too much, and he has seen elves who have lived for truly impressive stretches of time, and they… there is a certain quality to them, which Uthvir does not have. But then his better reasoning catches up to him, and he finds himself stymied for a wholly different reason.

Four hundred?

Just four hundred?

Inanallas giggles.

“You’re the youngest?” she asks. Uthvir raises their eyebrows, and inclines their head.

“So it would seem. In terms of years, anyway,” they reply.

“You cannot possibly be that young!” Thenvunin blurts, feeling such a surge of utter distress that he stands up, and nearly knocks over the butter dish. Inanallas blinks at him, and Uthvir looks particularly nonplussed at his reaction, as he folds his arms across his chest and feels something inside of himself twist.

But, no. Surely not. They could never… it could not possibly be that Thenvunin is the most senior person in this marriage, not when… not when all the expectations of that seniority would oblige him to take charge. And, and to be… be like… like other senior elves in the relationships he has had. Surely he would have felt an urging to make himself the dominant party in such a case? He can recollect quite clearly, how Sethtaren had described the dynamics of elves.

Uthvir is much stronger than him, though. Perhaps that factor has overridden the others…

After a moment, they rise from the table, too.

“Years are paltry, Thenvunin,” they declare. “If you are imagining a need to reconfigure the expectations between us, I assure you – I am quite capable of asserting my dominance again, whenever you require.”

Inanallas makes an odd sound, and Thenvunin moves his hands to his hips, as Uthvir starts to crowd him.

“How dare you make such a scandalous claim in front of Inanallas!” he protests.

It does not seem to abash them in the least bit, though, as they back him to the wall behind the breakfast nook.

“We are all married, Thenvunin. They were bound to find out that you like to play the submissive part sooner or later,” Uthvir counters. “Particularly if they accepted my invitation to watch, and see just how sex can be done.”

They lean in closer, and despite everything, Thenvunin feels his pulse start to race, and his skin start to tingle in anticipation, as Uthvir closes their hands around his wrists. He presses back, actually testing their strength; but though he gains a little give at the outset, they give him a slight squeeze, and then pin him so tightly that he cannot so much as lift his arms away from the wall. Uthvir’s gaze gleams and their lips curve, and Thenvunin finds himself making a desperate mental tally. They are shorter, and younger, and equally ranked, and more physically strong, more magically adept, but less socially reputable, and – and how is it all meant to…?

One of their legs slips between his, and their mouth seizes his own. Sharp teeth dragging across his bottom lip before they pull it between theirs, and draw up a bead of coppery blood, before sweeping their tongue into his mouth. The feel of it moving inside of him seems to sink right through him, as the press of their thigh angles to meet it, and stoke his body up to the perilous point of arousal. A flood of lust, tinged faintly with aggression, snaps through the air and before Thenvunin can stop himself, he moans.

In protest, of course!

His heart starts to beat frantically at the prospect of having Uthvir ravish him right up against the wall. In front of Inanallas, no less! His dignity will surely never recover.

But a moment later, the pull their lips from his. Parting with a strange, extraneous – almost playful – kiss, and then easing back. They let his hands go, and move their own grip to his waist. Steadying him for a moment, as they move away, and unpin him from the wall. Thenvunin nearly loses his balance anyway, before he recovers. Confused by the reprieve, and certainly not the least bit disappointed.

Uthvir winks at him.

Inanallas, still sitting at the table, is red-faced. Her eyes look positively massive.

Thenvunin realizes that he is still leaning against the wall, with an embarrassing tent growing in the front of his morning attire, and his lips flushed from kissing. He quickly rights himself, and lifts his chin, his nerves escalating as he realizes what has just happened. His stomach clenches and he cannot quite meet Inanallas’ gaze. What must they think of him now?

“Excuse me,” he manages, and then hastily makes his way back towards his bedroom. Not at all certain if he is wholly mortified, or somehow, strangely reassured.

But at the least, he finds, he does not think about Uthvir’s age again any time soon.

#tanzanite ship #tanzanite arranged marriage au #finally got this bit done #hooray!

[captusmomentum]

ARRANGED TANZANITE RETURNS WITH A BANG!!!!!

fair warning tho this fucker is COMPLETELY UNPROOF READ. I told myself I’d get something posted today and i’m doing it even if it’s janky as shit I’m too tried to actually edit it atm so whatever. ENJOY!!!! IT’S FLUFF (KINDA????)

@theladypirate @feynites

Seeing Inan with her clan peers is a bit of shock. He’s generally used to her being good natured but nervous and prone to anxiety. Kind but not someone he call sociable. That is until now at this little impromptu gathering of  many of the younger clan elves currently in the city. It’s about as raucous as you’d expect for a group of youths this large but there’s nothing untoward going on so tolerable to his sensibilities.

What’s the focus of his and Uthvir’s attention now is Inanallas who had been called away from their table about 2 hours ago by some friend and is now embroiled in leading some large group songs and play acting what is clearly very popular childhood tales to the delight of the crowd. The songs at the start had been the most jarring, He had absolutely no idea she could yell that loudly and wished he had not found out by her yelling obscenities at her fellows. It must be the drink— though he knows she hasn’t drunk enough to lose her senses so completely but— clearly it must just be that she’s extremely drunk. People are very different when inebriated that’s just normal.

The play acting is actually quite engaging, it’s not a quality production by any stretch of the imagination, but the stories are the tales that Inanallas and her peers where told as children, folk lore and such which is actually deeply interesting. Uthvir is going along with the crowd laughing and crowing with the lot. Honestly.

Inanallas seems to usually end up as a villain or something similar (which he finds offensive frankly, his spouse is not a villain!) and they do a very good job being an incredibly hammy villain, shifting to match the character, some of which he cannot help but note are quite attractive— not that she’s normally not, in fact, her main form is definitely more attractive than any of those. Definitely. His spouses are very attractive just like he is, they are all very good looking.

He takes a healthy swig of his wine.

They are all drunk by the time they make their way back to their apartments, not embarrassingly so but still. Inanallas is still in exceedingly high spirits leading the way as Uthvir endlessly goads them.

“I’m shocked, I hadn’t realized we’d married such a talent” They drawl wickedly.

Inan spins around and bows dramatically as they walk backwards.

“Why thank you! I pride myself on being a rank amateur thespian.”

“Amateur? No, I thought you scenery chewing was truly professional.”

He can’t help the burst of laughter at that apt jibe, but he quickly covers his mouth and works to contain the outburst. Inanallas wink at him roguishly and Thenvunin can feel his face flush from more than wine.

The mood is high when they get back and as comfortable as it as ever been between them all which is practically sublime after all the stress and terrible awkwardness of it all. Their conversation seems impossible to break the train of and they all end up still at chatting in the living room hours later and much more sober by the time he realizes how late it is and how he really should get to bed. He’s loathe to end this moment but he supposes someone among them has to be responsible, though it pains him to have to wear that mantle so frequently.

“I’m sorry to say but it is terribl—“ before he can finish he’s overcome by a yawn which he covers quickly with his sleeve. How embarrassing!

“Tired? Oh no wonder! Look at the time!”  Inan exclaims sympathetically, noticing the hour herself.

He nods. “It’s unfortunate we have to end such a wonderful night but we really should be to bed.”

“Oh? I don’t think it really has to end just now does it? Though I agree moving things to the bedroom is for the best.”

Thenvunin stares at Uthvir aghast. Honestly! The savage! If anyone here that should’ve been playing the villain it’s Uthvir not Inanallas! How typical of them to ruin a perfect night with their lewd lustful ways! His gaze snaps to poor virginal Inanallas who this must be traumatizing to only be even more horrified. They’re grinning at Uthvir with a look he’s categorized as ‘Inan is about to go along with Uthvir’s Terrible Plan’. He’s Doomed.

Before he can try to dissuade them (because of course he would) Inan has scooped him up as if he weighs nothing and his flush returns with a vengeance. A hot spike of embarrassing arousal pierces him and he works furiously to regain his composure. He is clings to them tightly—for balance! And focuses on the impropriety of it all and not how solid her arms are or the feel of her so close.

“ I— You! Put me down at once! This is— I swear—! You two are incorrigible! Even after all this you to still want to— to—!”

Uthvir chuckles as they open the door to his bedroom for Inanallas.

“Oh come now, I thought you just said were loathe to part with your beloved spouses? We’re simply remedying that.”

He huffs angrily but supposes it was bound to happen eventually. They are married and it was only a matter of time before they prevailed upon him thusly. He must simply stay strong and preform this more lewd duty of a husband.

Only, by the time Inan places him on his bed and topples on top of him, nuzzling his collarbone it’s clear that she at least is just as tired as he is. It’s no shock, they were the most active out of all of them. Looking again at Uthvir as they sit next to them even they too look a bit sleepy. It looks like the likelihood that they’ll be jointly ravishing him is quite low. He feels a bit put out— only that he has to continue to wait to get it over with. Obviously.

He cannot help flush further when Inanallas begins to undress him.

“W-what—?!” he gasps—demands.

“Well you can’t sleep in your fancy clothes can you?”

Once again he’s thrown for a loop, it must be part of some evil clan mind trick since he’s so throughly caught wrong footed that he’s practically wanton under he as she works, maneuvering him out of his dress. He notices with mounting horror has she shifts that he is definitely reacting and as she is straddling him she must certainly have noticed. But maybe she hasn’t as she doesn’t exclaim in shock or make some lascivious remark like Uthvir. Maybe she’s simply is so untainted she doesn’t even know how to tell? But then he’d be a monster for exposing her to something to lurid—

He’s distracted by the trail of kisses she leaves down his neck that seem to hit sensitive spots too well to be lucky that makes him rethink that.

Uthvir sits back down —Uthvir had left? With one of his nightgowns in hand��� one of the red ones. Gods, red— Honestly the elf had no shame.

“Tell me Thenvunin,  would you like us to dress you as well?”

Thenvunin shoots up one of the hands on Inan’s thighs —when did those get there?— reflexively going to her back to keep her steady and safely to him.

“I am more than capable of dressing myself thank you!”

They raise their hands in mock defeat and offer him the offending garment.

He snatches it and Inan takes it as her cue to leave his lap and he instantly misses her weight. Without her body to obscure it, his reaction is in full view. Quickly he gets up and turns his back to them as he changes quickly in an attempt to preserve some of his dignity.

He can hear clothes flying and hitting the floor and he looks down at the growing pile of what’s clearly Inan’s clothes before looking at her in time to see her boots go flying. She haphazardly wrestles her pants off and throws them to the floor as well leaving her in only what could best be described as a kerchief held up by string and tiny panties. He stares openly for a moment as he now can very clearly see the full extent of her tattoos before his senses come back and he quickly returns his attention to the pile of clothes. He’d wonder how someone who wore so much could disrobe so quickly if it was clear she tore them off her like an animal.

He snaps back around at Uthvir’s growl of approval to them oggling Inanallas. Honestly! He returns to the bed and quickly slips under the covers for modesty, closer now he can keep an eye on that beast and make sure they do not try to take advantage of their spouse.

“Inanallas would you be a dear and help me out of my armor?”

“Yeah of course.”

She moves closer to Uthvir and he can see her back. He feels a jolt as somehow her back is even more covered than her front. He didn’t think that— Well it’s not as if— Tattoos can be quite artist even if her’s are quite brutish thought he would never say that were interesting to him—It’s doing things to him in ways he hadn’t anticipated.

He shifts the blankets.

Uthvir and Inan move quickly and soon Uthvir is out of all their many pieces which are set away much more neatly than Inan’s own articles. Inan comes and slips in beside him as Uthvir removes only what would be truly uncomfortable to sleep in before joining the two of them.

Thenvunin is quite certain he’s about to die from the strain.

#my writing #arranged tanzanite au #inanallas #uthvir #thenvunin #tanzanite trio #one day i'll get back to fucking proof reading but lol whatever #if this is/was continued there's an easy 50/50 it'd either end with sleep or quick sleepy sexy times #honestly it can go either way #finally the dark secret is Revealed inan is actually REALLY OBNOXIOUS #where is this in the time line you ask????? WHO KNOWS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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headcanons for the arranged marriage au?

1. Literally like, the vast majority of sylaise ppl hate inan bc she’s knowingly trying to kill them all with her actively (occasional) bad fashion choices and general disregard for Da Rules. like seriously they can stomach most of the clan ppl but inan once almost killed a hairdresser by pretending not to know what a brush is.

2. After her like, decade long transformation from neurotic weirdo to Nancy Thompson post Nightmare on Elm Street while off living a del toro/hellboy movie Inan comes back and settles into a “dad who stopped giving a shit” vibe/position in the relationship looonngg before they ever even consider a baby. this does NOTHING for Thenvunin’s and Uthvir’s stress levels. It’s hard being married to a meme.

3. Durgenara and Mythal have a steady schedule of thinly veiled Hate Luncheons. it’s just them sipping tea and eating tiny sandwiches in some fancy garden while slinging around veiled insults and interrogation attempts. They’re a very stable Hate Couple. 

4. June’s overseer by being a salty lil bitch pushes him and all his inventor types to be actually inventive and come up with more effective/effcient ways of doing shit than just throw spirits chunks at it and go back to being a douche. it’s solely bc she’s a loudmouthed insulting dick and he’s like ‘oH YEAH WELL FUCK YOU!!!!!” and furiously makes INCREDIBLE LEAPS AND BOUNDS IN ALL MANNER OF TECHNIQUES IT’S WILD.

5. Uthvir and Féwena quickly become eachother’s “this party sucks and i hate that i’m here there’s nothing to do and i don’t wanna talk to these people” buddies once they’re forced to interact at one of them and realize they both are fans of knives, cool violence and actively ignoring other ppl’s opinions. they have spend literally entire galas talking avidly about their knives. 

#answered #arranged tanzanite au #added some more for the rest of these ppl here bc they are all still.....tecHNICALLY HERE!!!!! #Anonymous

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also something that 1000000% happens in this au is tace putting on a disguise (read: a hoodie and sunnies) bundling up seledor and taking the backroads to Melarue’s to visit when he’s finally too damn stir crazy from being in Splendor’s so much of the time.

Melarue is going to rip him a new one for bringing someone else’s baby here without their knowledge. really. but first they have to make sure the baby is okay. Oh her name is seledor? how lovely. My isn’t she the sweetest thing you know i think i still have--

#time baby tace au #arranged tanzanite au #B)))))) #he's learning how to game the system here and cheat death #can't get mad at him if there's a baby to cuddle #he's both the best and worst babysitter #just like he is with most things tbh

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also Important:

going along w/ the fact that in aus where inan is a ancient elf and so can shapeshift and thus errs towards the “Dirthamen CC Randomizer” side of that when inan shifts into what’d i’d say is her “non-influenced, natural choice” of male bodiedness she has EXTREMELY strong black haired howl vibes. like Extremely. 

#inan is literally howl did u think she wouldn't also kinda look like him like?????? #ofc she does #inan hcs #ancient au inan #arranged tanzanite au

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an exciting page of shitty doodles baby Tace and Others.

Turmoil occasionally helps Disquiet out especially with things like “How To Wash Hair Good” since Disquiet is u know....Bald. Turmoil also baby sits and such, Tace is an easy baby so it’s nbd. Disquiet loves their baby very much, even when babying is Difficult.

a hILARIOUSLY shittily designed Elgar’nan bc i didn’t want to design him rn realizing his overseer is a baby genius and #adopting her. Mythal is off camera drinking herself to death.

Dr. Selene and Inan meet over their patient Dirthamen about how to get him peopling again. Do not question Selene’s lab coat and glasses. His new prescription involves 500cc of hot cocoa and kitten videos. 

(tagging @justanartsysideblog @selenelavellan and @feynites for reasons)

#my art #i'm sorry it's probably illegable i could transcribe it but i'm LAZY so #turmoil #disquiet #tace #elgar'nan #selene #time baby tace au #arranged tanzanite au #coulda scanned better but fuck it i'm LAZY AND TIRED

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#tanzanite arrange marriage au#welp sylaise is in hot water#X3#she absolutely 1000% has it coming to her though#but i love how tentatively hopeful this scenario is too#for half a second i thought it was cinn's beauty turning up - until i read the notes about the possible name change#i love your beauty too though!!!#i love how it came to be and what its obvious aims are#and how it basically just laid out sylaise's problem in the most polite terms possible#and june is in for it too tbh#sylaise is gonna rope him into her plans because she's actually capable of being passionate about him#so tag-teaming would be her obvious approach#it's gonna backfire SO HARD i can't wait X3 @feynites

Sylaise is DOOMED. Beauty just Appears in a cloud of shoujo sparkles and charm and Sylaise is hissing like a cat. I remembered the fact that Cinn has a Beauty too, which is one of the reasons I’m considering the name change. I like the idea of multiple spirits of 1 kind milling around, they all end up being like weird cousins or half siblings, which might be something fun to explore w/ the Beautys >:3c

I imagine getting roped into tag teaming Beauty will be a holiday for June since he’s been saddled with a very tiny Loud lady who’s like a tough love guidance councilor towards him. She’s like, the total opposite of him, she can patch an aravel in flight with the clothes on her back and children’s wishes but lacks his skill for delicate things or innovation. Beauty is a much more fun person to deal with. They’re gonna try and seduce them and really it’s just gonna be them all seducing each other.

this is totally gonna end at some point with Sylaise and June hugging each other and crying about how much they love each other while Beauty is crying about how wonderful that is and no one has any idea how they got here.

#arranged tanzanite au #the 'seduce them' plan really back fires when the other party is just like 'sexy fun tiimes!?!!?!!???! :DDDD' #beauty #sylaise

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some style and pose practice with inan from today. wanted to do some couple interaction stuff but that requires knowing wtf u want them to be doing in the pic rip. playing around with how to do their eyes so they maintain the right vibe but don’t feel too realistic compared to the rest of the image.

Inan’s pjs are something Thenvunin bought/commissioned for them at some point as far of his long secret campaign to make their wardrobe more fashionable. You can tell it’s later on because Inan has no fly aways lol.

If you like this or anything else I’ve done why not buy me a coffee! It’d seriously help me out and I’d love you forever.

#my art #inanallas #arranged tanzanite au #lavellan

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Because I wanted to write shit about Tace being a live in nanny here’s a small something. Tho really there’s not enough Tace playing with babies in it so it’s basically shit.

Splendor and Seledor are @feynites Tace is mine Keshet (mentioned) is @mitsurugireiji 

unspellchecked bc man-- you know-- it’s just [sighs] 

Tace had not anticipated becoming a nanny for one of his former lovers though he wasn’t complaining, since the war he hadn’t really had anything to do or anywhere to really go. He’d lost his quarters in Dirthamen’s holdings when he was given to Falon’din where he didn’t get any and with Dirthamen in the state he’s in there was no fucking way he’d be getting his old place back. The clan elves have made a point of keeping him out of the limelight since he’s a controversial figure right now and that’s a liability right now so he’s basically got fucking nothing to do with his time which is kinda nice but mostly super boring and frustrating.

Mostly he’d been wandering around brooding over the hunt for Banal’s body in Falon’din’s lands his nanae was on. He’d wanted to go with them but even after a second lifetime with only minimal direct contact with Falon’din’s wretchedness he was deeply effected by it, he just simply couldn’t keep himself together there long enough to be useful on that kind of mission. It ate at him, how he couldn’t even help look for his own papae, so sleeping on Splendour’s couch and looking after his baby while he works is really kind of a gift in a lot of ways. It gave him somewhere to be and something to do that was positive and constructive and very adorable.

It’s still really fucking weird though. Tace and Splendor were never exactly close, they’d been lovers but not like lovers lovers— there hadn’t been any like, heartfelt professions of love or whatever and they hadn’t even been like, close friends or anything.

They were more like fuck acquaintances than fuck buddies, he muses has he changes her diaper and gets her dressed.  Which made all of this sudden and intense domesticity incredibly surreal. He had never in a million years had thought this would be happening, fuck he’d never thought anyone would let him near a baby. He’d been given classes of young mages in the Circle but they’d been like, 4 or 5 at the youngest and he’d lost teaching privileges when a senior enchanter had deemed him “too coarse to be allowed near children”, which was just code for “curses and gives them realistic advice on surviving in the Circle that doesn’t play into our gaslighting”. People generally didn’t look at him and think “now here’s a man we could leave in charge of a child” which he still didn’t know how to feel about, sure he was a complete asshole, but he didn’t hate kids or want to hurt them or anything.

He’d briefly for one wild moment considered raising a child with Keshet, before everything went to shit and Solas blew up the world. It’d been this one perfect moment where he’d seen this peaceful happy life he could’ve had with painful clarity. But then reality came back, things just kept getting darker and then Keshet was dead and there was no point in any of it anymore. He stopped thinking about things like families and babies after that and hadn’t thought of them again since. Even with Seledor, he didn’t consider her his baby or anything like that even though he put an assload of time into caring for her, she was Splendor’s baby and he was just helping out. Anything more then that felt like cheating.

He snorted at the thought as he gently fixed her wispy hair. It wasn’t like Keshet was alive to get upset so it wasn’t actually cheating. Can’t cheat on dead people. It didn’t resonate in his heart.

Seledor decided to kick up a fuss as her tolerance for being handled finally ran out so Tace shoved all that disgusting feelings and introspection shit back down in the pit where it belonged and picked her up cooing at her.

It was still supremely weird to have Splendor seeing him looking like a damn mess. Sure he’d already seen him looking like a mess, but that was a sexy ‘I have or just had your dick in my ass’ kind of mess. This was a ‘this is how I dress when I know I’m not leaving the house and also your baby has been using me as a napkin all day’ mess. Completely different and much less attractive. His hair is now more like it was before he came back in time when he had less time, energy or interest in keeping it nice— completely dry and tangled with curls that range from defined to practically straight. He’s just opted for pulling it back and praying it’s not too nightmarish on wash days because fuck it, he’s taking care of a baby who’s too young to know jack shit about anything so whatever.  He’s also pretty sure his dark circles are back in action but again who gives a shit he’s spending most of his time with a tiny monster bent on self destruction.

It’s hilarious now when Splendor comes home finally, looking all gleamingly handsome and triple takes when he sees Tace looking death warmed over even though this is like, normal now. It’s probably the most casual “just 2 friends hanging out” kind of thing that’s ever gone on between them. It’s sort of bizarre how since their relationship started on the sex side now things like this are the things that have them blushing like chantry sisters. But whatever. Who cares.

#my writing #time baby tace au #arranged tanzanite au #tace #splendor #seledor #keshet #honestly from now on if i make something w/o copious babies in it it's fucking garbage #tace and splendor are just 2 guys who are cocktails of emotional turmoil and disfunction #he's so lucky tace loves kids bc he's getting drooled and puked on and CHANGING DIAPERS #THIS IS THE KINDA THING HE'D DIE TO ESCAPE FROM #except that babies r as cute as they are gross soooooo

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also the entire trip to the clan is just:

inanallas being told to do chores and doing them

thenvunin being fawned over for being so handsome and polite, also being interrogated over tea

uthvir leaving them all for dead and having fun with the clan’s hunters 

#arranged tanzanite au #all the auntie/granny types lllllooooveeeeee thenvunin #thenvunin and inan weep as uthvir leaves them to their domestic dooms #they're off to showboat and establish dominance over the other hunters #finally hunting they can completely enjoy without any of that political bullshit involved!!!!! #inanallas please be a dear and make sure to cook the venison properly your lovely spouse did kill it just for the 2 of you #inanallas just screams OH FUCK OFF from the kitchen #thenvunin is wearing something very pretty he was all but shoved into and is fielding yet more friendly interrogation #uthvir just makes it WORSE and HARDER by just saying whatever they want #it's all very much like a normal 'visit the partner's family' type thing

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just thinking about how excited Thenvunin would be to a Good Husband and help Inanallas understand Elvhenan culture better has literally added 10 years to my life

#arranged tanzanite au #he can do this!!!!! this is HIS THING!!!!!!!! #and inan just clings to him congrats thenvunin u unintentionally volunteered now ur their Official People Buffer #they will cower from all small talk behind you bc they're a shitty nerd #which he's honestly okay with just.....let him handle all this he's a Professional

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Decided to practice smooches as that’s something i actively avoid >x> so I used these dorks as my test subjects hehehehehehehe

god every time i draw inan i wanna punch myself in the dick for making the more fucking NIGHTMARISH DESIGN. “How many details should she have???” “ENOUGH TO DRIVE ANYONE INSANE.”

when ya got cute spouses ya gotta smooch em it’s the law  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

uthvir and thenvunin are @feynites​‘s

#tanzanite trio #arranged tanzanite au #my art #inanallas #thenvunin #uthvir #thenvunin is SCREAMING INTERNALLY bc it's a surprise smooch #meanwhile uthvir just looks like fucking uthvir which means like he's going to make w/ and also murder them

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@theladypirate @feynites

another fucking arranged tanzanite thing because I like, someone, cannot fucking get off this au’s dick. just a short little thing set during the wedding tomfoolery period.

(for new comers/anyone who needs it: inanallas uses she/her and they/them and switches between them wildly, yes it’s confusing for me too. i’m sorry)

In an impressive display of fortitude and determination Inanallas makes it through 3 weeks of the Arlathan Wedding Procedures before she can’t handle it any further and decides to take Thenvunin up on his earlier offer to talk to Mythal. It feels like a cop out in a lot of ways but they just genuinely can’t handle any more public ogling of them all. It’s just so exhausting to be scrutinized by so many people practically every day. All it’s doing is just making them never want to go outside again.

So they call on him during one of their rare moments of downtime between mandatory fun and glorified bureaucracy. Before they get a chance to say much Thenvunin has already bustled them into his garden and served them tea, which is a bit disorienting but nice. He’s in one of his more casual outfits that still outstrip the vast majority of her wardrobe by a mile, they’re much less self conscious about that at this point, now that they actually kind of know him. He’s a distinctly unintimidating man outside of his love of things like imperial ettiequte and culture which has them constantly worried about offending him via ignorance. But overall he seems nice, high-strung, but nice, and just as determined as them to make this marriage work.

Thenvunin is still fluttering about in a fretting, flustered way even after it seems everything he’d wanted to do is done. It’s endearing. Finally he seems to accept that and sits down, making sure to smooth out his skirts as he sits. The cup of pretty painted porcelain is pleasantly hot in their hands. He fusses — fidgets— with his tea cup and clears his throat.

“Yes so, you wanted to talk about something?”

“Ah yes, well I’d wanted to talk about that offer you’d made on the first day— to talk to Mythal about thinning out some of the public things. Could you maybe do that? I tried but I just can’t do it anymore…”

Instantly he looks deeply concerned and they can’t help feel a bit bad. They didn’t want to make him all worried like that.

“Are you alright? You don’t need to push yourself. You could’ve asked earlier, you wouldn’t have been imposing.”

“I’m alright, really. I wanted to at least try to do my best with the public ceremonies. I want to do right by you and Uthvir.”

Thenvunin’s cheeks flush just a little, and maybe a little pleased under all that worry, but maybe that’s just their imagination.

“As do I, so please don’t feel as if you have to suffer unnecessarily on our account. I’m your husband, I’m more than happy to do what I can to help you.”

They reach over and take hold of one of his hands, his skin is warm and soft, it startles them a little even though they’d already held his hand before. It’s just not something they expect, knowing now that he’s not just a bureaucrat but also a solider. They own hands are tattooed, scarred and calloused in comparison. Thenvunin looks down at their hand on his a bit surprised, cheeks darkening even more, like watercolor spreading and soaking into paper. A little unchecked thrill of something positive they can’t quite decipher moves through him as his eyes trace those tattoos automatically.

“I know, and I appreciate it greatly. You’ve already done more than you can imagine to help me through this. This could have gone millions of different ways and I feel very lucky and blessed to have married someone so kind, intelligent and considerate. I know this can’t have been how you wanted to get married and I don’t know how all of this will play out in the long run but I want this to be good for all of us and for us all to at least be friends.”

Thenvunin is very pink, almost red now and his eyes look a bit shinier but he’s not upset or anything that they see. He straightens his back further and looks at them with a exactly the just of confidence and determination they’d expect to see in a man who’d seen battle.

“I feel the same way. I take my duties as a husband as seriously as I do as a representative of my people a-and—“ he falters just a little his voice becoming a little softer, quieter. “And while it’s true this is not exactly what I imagined when I pictured myself married, I don’t regret it and I would like very much for us to be friends at minimum as well.”

They give his hand a little squeeze and he returns it with a slightly watery smile before he starts to try and recompose himself. The sun through the trees is warm and his birds are chirping sweetly as a light breeze moves through and some of the tension in their chests unfurls.

#My writing #arranged tanzanite au #thenvunin #inanallas #ancient inan