#kylie lavellan: i don’t look for trouble (but trouble looks for me)

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🎵 + Kylie

Fall Out Boy :: Centuries

some legends are told

some turn to dust turn to gold

but you will remember me

remember me for centuries

#kylie lavellan: i don’t look for trouble (but trouble looks for me)

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#95 for Kylie & Krem?

95. “Mm…your kid before five in the morning.”

Kylie wakes up to Micah crying. She groans and rolls over onto her stomach, smushing her face into her pillow. The room spins a bit. “No,” she says.

“Your turn,” Krem says, sounding just as thrilled as she feels.

It is, technically. But she fell asleep a whole two hours ago and also she might still be drunk, or at least well on her way to hungover. Hell if she’s ever listening to Chief’s one more drink, Sparks ever again. This is what she gets for opening her house to the Chargers when the local inn’s full. “Sun’s not up. He’s your kid.”

Krem just groans in response.

Kylie rolls over onto her back and stares up at the ceiling, willing the room to stay put. She’s just about convinced herself that she can stand up, when Micah suddenly stops crying. He coos happily instead.

Never in his six months of life has Micah simply stopped crying on his own.

“Odd,” Krem says after a minute.

“Very.” Hesitantly, she pushes herself upright. Everything goes a little slanted and she shuts her eyes. First thing in the morning, she’s banning mead from the house. Forever.

Slowly, she makes it out of bed and to the door. She cracks the door open, and all the maybe-still-drunk-maybe-hungover melts away at the scene in front of her: Dalish and Skinner sleeping on top of each other on the couch, Rocky snoring softly on the carpet by the fire, Grim passed out slumped in the armchair, Stitches actually underneath the kitchen table.

And Chief in the rocking chair in the corner, Micah swaddled safely in his arms.

Krem sneaks his arm around her waist. “Should we be concerned about the stories he’s telling him?”

Kylie leans back into him, and listens hard for the quiet words Chief’s whispering. She hears spiders and giant and smiles. That story had a wonderful ending. “He doesn’t understand the difference between his teddy bear and your shield,” she says, glancing up at him. “I think we’re okay.”

Chief looks up in the middle of telling Micah about Dalish and the lightning from her bow. He smiles at them. “Go back to sleep,” he says softly.

“Thank you,” Kylie whispers with a smile, letting Krem tug her back to bed.

#kyliefic #otp:just take my hand and run #kylie lavellan: i don’t look for trouble (but trouble looks for me) #s:2018 #s:words #s:da

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mood

#kylie lavellan: i don’t look for trouble (but trouble looks for me)

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liv & nora

kylie & ari

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