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I Do Bad Things with You - Part 40

Ask and you shall receive. 😏 I've been sitting on this update for a while now and I can't believe it's time to share it. We are so close to the end of this fic and it just floors me completely how far this story has come. 🥺 On a side note, I have something very special coming for the 3rd anniversary coming in July. Stay tuned for more! 💙💚��

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Credit to @featherymalignancy for Cassian’s nickname, Cash. 😘

Trigger warnings: violence, sexual assault , language, NSFW

Word Count: 9,125

A few weeks after their getaway, Azriel was ready to pop the question. He took the day off to prep the penthouse, asking for help from Rhys and Feyre in setting up seeing as Nesta and Cassian were locked down at home in prepping for their newest arrival as they approached Nesta’s due date. He ordered an atrocious number of flowers (as Elain would likely put it), both red roses and blush-colored peonies alike. Even went as far as requesting cases of rose petals to line the walkway from the elevator to the piano. It would be a mess to clean up but she was worth every effort.

He and Rhys had managed to swivel the instrument around so it faced the elevator doors rather than the window so he could watch her as he played. At least a hundred candles were sporadically placed about the room and kitchen, giving off enough light to see clearly while having the regular ones turned off.

It was every shade of romantic. And, of course, he didn’t want to miss getting her reaction on film, so he grabbed a few of the small cameras from work and hid them amongst the décor to capture her and him from multiple angles.

Everything was perfect—exactly how he envisioned the proposal. His siblings bid him goodbye, once they finished helping him, not wanting to get caught by Elain when she made her way home.

He was just sprinkling the last of the rose petals on the floor, already in his most expensive suit and tie when Fenrys texted him and told him they had just left the hospital.

Azriel’s nerves kicked up—such an unusual emotion for him to experience. It’s not like he thought Elain wouldn’t say yes, but they never had really talked about marriage aside from those blind statements about being the only one for each other back when they first got back together. He wanted to make it a complete surprise, hence the at-home proposal rather than getting her dressed up to go out. Azriel had no worries that Elain wouldn’t care about whether she was in some dress or a pair of scrubs.

He checked his pocket for the fifth time since he had gotten dressed, verifying the box was still inside. The ring itself was stunning. There really was no other way to describe it. Rose-gold in color, it was large, though not ostentatious enough that Elain would be hesitant to accept it. The band looked like a vine, with leaves at the top, framing a three-tiered diamond center. It was masterfully crafted to look like a flower, something he specified when he helped design it. The ring was intricate, one-of-a-kind, and hands down the most beautiful piece of jewelry he’d ever laid his eyes on.

Az took a seat at the piano, stretching his fingers as he waited. The ding of his phone announced that Elain was in the elevator on her way up to the penthouse. Taking a deep breath, Azriel set his scarred fingers on the keys and began to play.

The doors pinged open and she stepped out slowly. Even from across the room, he could see the emotions on her face. Surprise at first. Maybe a little disbelief. And then the realization of what was happening. Silver lined her incredible doe eyes as she looked across the room at him.

And then, he started to sing.

What would I do without your smart mouth? Drawing me in and you kicking me out. You've got my head spinning, no kidding, I can't pin you down. What's going on in that beautiful mind? I'm on your magical mystery ride. And I'm so dizzy, don't know what hit me, But I'll be alright.

Elain strolled closer, having dropped her bag on the floor without a care in the world. Tears were rolling down her flushed cheeks as he continued singing.

'Cause all of me, Loves all of you. Love your curves and all your edges, All your perfect imperfections. Give your all to me, I'll give my all to you. You're my end and my beginning, Even when I lose, I'm winning.

Azriel sang with every inflection of his voice. Every piece of his heart was put out on display for her. His love, his joy, and his dedication to her mixed into the words he poured from his very soul.

I give you all of me. And you give me all of you, oh oh.

And when he was finished, she was crying in earnest at the side of the piano, fingertips covering her mouth. He slid off the bench, standing in front of her before sinking onto a single knee.

Elain choked out a sob. The emotion, the love on her face was enough to make his heart stop.

Azriel gave her a broad smile. “Elain Violet Archeron—my love. You have always been the brightest shining star in my life. From the moment I met you, I knew you were going to be someone special in my life. Little did I know that the girl that I sat next to in biology, the one that I pegged with a soccer ball in gym class would one day become the love of my life.

“I have never met anyone as kind as you. As generous and loving. As resilient as you. Despite all that we’ve been through—and knowing this proposal is coming over a decade late—we’ve built this incredible, beautiful, beyond-my-wildest-dreams life together. There isn’t anyone else I would rather share it with.” He flicked open the box, enticing a gasp from her chest. “So, my sweet, my love, my Elain… Would you do the absolute honor of marrying me?”

Elain fell to her knees, weeping, and clutched him to her. “Az,” she croaked, barely able to get the words out.

He wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her up as her body shook from the force of her sobs. Kissing her temple, he waited until she calmed down enough to speak.

“I can’t believe you did all of this…” she murmured, sniffing and wiping the tears from her eyes.

Cupping the side of her face, Azriel brought their lips together for a gentle kiss. “You deserve all of this and more, El.”

She laughed softly. “Who knew you were such a romantic.”

“Well, this romantic is still waiting for an answer to my question.” He needed her to answer more than he needed oxygen in his lungs. Blood in his heart.

Those beautiful, brown eyes, shining bright with golden hues flicked up to his face. “Yes.” A broad grin overtook her face. “My answer is yes. It has always been yes.”

Seizing her mouth in a ferocious kiss, Azriel pushed his utter bliss, his love and devotion, his overwhelming need for her into that single moment. Kissing her was like tasting spring. It was lovely and sweet and warm.

It was home.

Azriel had found his home in her, and he vowed to himself to never let anyone take that away from him.

She gripped his shirt, pulling him harder against her before she flattened her palm on his chest, clearing her throat in an indication that he should put the ring on her.

He did just that, removing the ring from the box and sliding it over her finger. It fit perfectly. “You know, this is the first time you haven’t complained about receiving jewelry from me.” It was a terrible joke, but Elain laughed.

“Would you like me to complain?” she teased.

A nervousness touched his face, something he knew she picked up on. “If you don’t like it, then yes.”

Elain cupped his cheeks between her palms, the coolness of the ring a stark contrast to his heated skin. “Azriel, I love it. It’s beyond anything I ever pictured myself wearing. Wherever did you find it?”

His thumb swept under the back of her scrub, finding the soft skin of her spine. “I had it custom-made with my specifications. I wanted you to have something that was uniquely yours. That nothing similar would ever sit on somebody else’s hand.”

Crawling onto his lap until her knees were slotted on either side of his hips, she stroked his cheek with her fingers, leaning forward to kiss him softly. “You are, without a doubt, the most thoughtful man I have ever met. And this ring,” she held her hand between them, “is the most gorgeous thing I have ever laid my eyes on. But it means even more to me because you had a hand in its creation. I will never stop questioning what I have done to deserve you.”

He pressed her palm to his chest, over his heart. Let her feel its thundering beat. “You deserve better than me, Elain. But I will spend the rest of my life trying to prove to you that you made the right choice in me.”

“We deserve each other, Azriel. You are my life, my always.” Like she needed to prove it to him, she kissed him, melting into his embrace as she pushed his suit jacket off his shoulders and then started working on his tie, loosening it to pull it over his head.

Sensing where her intentions were going, he stopped her from shrugging off her scrub top. “Hang on,” he breathed heavily against her lips. “I have cameras set up around the penthouse to capture the proposal on video. Let me turn those off before we do anything.” Az rose on his knees, lifting them up slightly to reach into his pocket for his phone.

But Elain’s hand on his wrist had him freezing, and looking back into her eyes. “Leave them on.”

Surprise had his brows shooting into his hairline.

She slid her fingers back into the hair at his nape. “I want to record this entire moment. Just for us. Please, Az…”

Her nails scratched at his scalp, sending shivers down his spine. He would’ve asked her if she was sure about it, knowing a sex video was a very personal, dangerous thing to commit to. But looking at her face, he didn’t need to. Az could read the unending trust, the assuredness of her answer without her having to voice it. So, he set his phone on the ground, gripped the hem of her scrub top, and pulled it over her head.

Elain’s fingers went to his shirt, flying down the buttons to help him shrug out of the garment.

It took some maneuvering, but they managed to get each other undressed and her back onto his lap, him on his knees. His cock was hard and aching to be sunk into her warm, wet heat, but Az took his time to worship her body. Kissing her neck and delicate collarbones, sucking marks everywhere he went. His teeth grazed her pert nipple, suckling it until her back arched and she moaned, low and throatily.

Elain’s hair cascaded down her back, tangling in his fingers gripping her and keeping her pressed into him. She pushed her pelvis forward, rubbing him between her legs and producing just the right friction that had them both groaning. “Az,” she whined. “Please…” Her scrunched-up face of pleasure was the sexiest, most adorable thing.

“What do you need, Elain?” he breathed against the shell of her ear. “Tell me what you need.” Azriel licked that sensitive spot behind her ear making her shudder in his arms.

She clutched him, fingers gripping him hard enough that his tanned skin would be peppered with little bruises.

Fuck he loved wearing her marks on his body.

Fingers gripping his hair, she let out this needy little sound that had his balls tightening. It was like his body was wired to her touch, her presence, the cute little noises she made when they were hot and heavy. Just a simple sigh from her lips could have him hardening in his pants in the most pathetic way. He was utterly a goner for her. Mind, body, and soul, he was hers and she was his.

“I need you,” she cried, tugging on his hair.

It wasn’t enough for him. “You have me, El. I’m right here, love,” he murmured into the skin of his neck.

Elain made a growling sound, her hands in his hair tightening and forcing him to look up at her. Her eyes were blown wide with lust, wholly dark with just a ring of brown around her pupils. “I need you inside me, Az. I need your cock. Fuck me, please!”

“Good fucking girl,” he groaned, slipping his fingers between them and circling her entrance. “Fuck, Elain. You’re so wet and needy for me, aren’t you?”

His touch had her crying out, hips undulating and grinding against his hand. “Now, Azriel,” she demanded.

Who was he to deny his queen—no. His fiancée… His large hands engulfed her rear, lifting her. “Put me where you want me, love.”

Elain reached between them, grabbing his cock in her small hand and pumping him twice, spreading the slick that had rubbed on it from between her legs. She lined him up and slowly sank, taking him inch by glorious inch, filling her, stretching her fluttering passage until he was completely submerged in her wet pussy.

He held her still, giving her those few moments to adjust to his size, and if he were being honest, the time he needed to collect himself so he didn’t bust a nut upon their initial joining. He always had to take a few moments to catch his breath when he first entered her. She just fit him so damn well, like she was fucking made for him. Azriel had been with a lot of women but never had anyone felt as heavenly as Elain. “Fuck me, El. You’re so goddamn tight.”

Her breaths grazed his neck as she buried her face into the junction of his shoulder. “I can see you inside me,” she whispered like she was trying so hard not to come right there too.

You and me both, baby, he almost said. Instead, he looked down between them, and sure as fuck, there was a bulge in her lower abdomen, his dick imprinting itself in her body. “Jesus fuck,” he groaned. He released one hand from her ass and placed his palm over the bulge, adding pressure to it.

Elain moaned, her arms tightening around his neck as she held him closer to her.

“Ride me, El.”

On shaky legs, she rose until only his tip remained inside of her and slowly sank back down. The sensation of the added pressure was indescribable. His name tumbled from her lips in the most delectable sound.

He guided her into slow thrusts down onto him, wanting to make this more about intimacy than just fucking. Elain’s high sex drive often had them fucking quick and hard. The rare times when he’d slow them down because he wanted to make love to her too were some of his favorites. The tenderness of their fingers linked while he rolled his hips into hers, their constant eye contact. Azriel wanted this one to be like that. So, when she started to pick up her pace, he slowed her back down with his palm cradling her behind. “It’s not a race, baby. Take your time.”

Elain’s gorgeous eyes blinked open, understanding why he wanted to take it slowly. She cupped his face between her palms, her engagement ring sparkling in the candlelight, and kissed him. It was heated, but it wasn’t the clash of teeth and tongues like they normally did when they had sex. Pacing herself, she rode him leisurely, savoring every inch of him, every pass of his cock over the spot deep inside her.

He twisted his hand still pressed to her abdomen so he could circle her clit with his thumb.

Her body shuddered and she broke off their kiss to whimper. With her forehead pressed to his, he could watch every twitch of her face. “Azriel,” she drawled out the syllables of his name. “I’m so—so close. Don’t stop.”

Drawing her lips in for another kiss, he breathed into her mouth. “Never.”

It only took a few more strokes down his cock until she crested into her orgasm, her sweet pussy fluttering around his member and drawing him to his pleasure.

Elain’s arm reached down the middle of his back, nails digging into his tattooed skin and clawing him as her release washed over her. She clung to him like he would be ripped from her. But like hell was anything ever coming between them again.

He would burn the entire world to the ground for her.

Azriel used his strength to slide her up and down his cock, prolonging their combined pleasure and pushing his seed deep inside of her. She’d be leaking it for hours after much to his masculine pride and male satisfaction.

Her body went limp against his chest as she panted heavily, fingers tangling in the hair at his nape. “My fiancé,” she grinned into his neck.

He chuckled lightly. “Fiancée does have a nice ring to it, but I can’t fucking wait to call you my wife.”

The soft, feminine laugh she let out brightened up the darkest corners of his heart, his soul until he was flooded with light. “My future husband,” she corrected. Her fingers danced along his jaw. “I love you, Azriel. Wherever life takes us, I’m blessed to have you by my side through it all. Now and forever.”

Capturing his mouth in a searing kiss, he gently laid her down on the floor. “My heart, my body, my soul is yours, Elain. Only and always yours.”

Covering her with his massive frame, Azriel made love to his future wife over and over again until she was utterly spent and blissfully happy.

~~~~~

It had been a month and a half since their engagement, and the entire time had been a blur for Elain. Aside from getting engaged, which she was ecstatic about, Nesta and Cassian welcomed their baby girl to the world.

They had their baby shower just three weeks before her arrival, inviting many of Nesta’s friends and coworkers and a few of Cassian’s. Azriel had been exceptionally affectionate during the whole ordeal, even going as far as to lift her off the couch and sit down, placing her on his lap.

It was a little bizarre to her, Azriel typically keeping most of his endearing affections to the privacy of their home. This overt display of it had her finally asking him what he was doing.

“Nesta’s paralegal hit on me at the grocery store a few months ago,” he told her, wrapping his arms around her.

Elain glanced towards the young girl, whom she had noticed was giving her fiancé heated looks throughout the shower. “Are you scared of her?” she teased.

Az nipped at her jaw with his teeth. “No, brat. I just want to make sure she knows I am happily taken.”

She slid her left hand to his cheek, making sure her diamond ring was on display. “Don’t worry, my love. I’ll keep you safe.” And then she kissed him in a way that was highly inappropriate for a baby shower, but it did the trick. The girl stopped making eyes at her man for the remainder of the party.

And then three weeks later, her niece was born.

Sutton Mazaei was the most beautiful little girl she had ever seen. With Cassian’s dark hair and skin tone and Nesta’s blue-grey eyes, she was guaranteed to be a showstopper when she was older, much to Cassian’s dismay.

“She’s never dating,” he had said to her and Azriel when they visited them at the hospital.

Elain took careful notice of how her fiancé acted when she placed her in his arms. Was it cliché to say her uterus pulsed at the sight of him holding a baby? He looked honestly terrified about having something so small and precious in his hands. She wasn’t sure if she should ask him about it or not, so she didn’t, taking the bundle back when he offered.

Now she was at the grocery store, having offered to go get the new parents some supplies while they enjoyed their new little one. It was her day off, but she pre-coordinated with the Moonbeam twins to come with her, knowing that Azriel was still nervous about the silence from Elias.

They were in the produce section when she heard her name being called.

“Elain! Elain Archeron!”

Turning around, she saw Clare Beddor, her old coworker from the bank, waving at her.

“Clare!” she grinned, excusing herself from the twins and making her way over to her old friend. Well, a friend was a strong word for their relationship. Acquaintance felt like a better description of what they were.

The brunette pulled her into a hug. “It’s been well over a year since I last saw you,” she gushed. “How are you?”

“I’m good,” Elain said honestly. “I’ve been busy with work. And my sister just had a baby. I’m shopping for her and her hus—”

“Oh, my god,” she interrupted, snatching Elain’s left hand. “Look at the size of that ring! You’re engaged?” Clare shouted, causing a few heads to turn in her direction. “Whom are you engaged to that can afford a rock like this?” She eyeballed the two men with her. “Is it one of them? Please tell me it’s not the golden blond because I’d climb him like a cat in a tree.”

Elain looked over her shoulder at the two males who were obviously pretending they weren’t listening to the entire conversation; saw the slight hue on Fenrys’s cheeks. She softly laughed. “No, they’re… well, they’re a part of my security team.”

Clare’s eyes went wide. “You have a security team? Mother, Elain. Whom are you marrying?”

“Um,” she hesitated. “His name is Azriel.”

Recognition flared in those green eyes. “Wait… You’re telling me you bagged Azriel Knight? The Azriel Knight? Multi-millionaire Azriel Knight? That Azriel Knight?”

“You know it’s weird that you keep saying his full name.”

One of the reasons that Elain tolerated Clare, but didn’t consider her a friend was one—she was a notorious gossip, and two—she was judgmental as hell. She saw the shift in the other woman’s features that had her taking a small step back. Without even seeing them, she knew Fenrys and Connall took note of that step and slowly shifted to face them.

“How the hell did you bag him?”

It was a derogative question, but Elain let it slide. “We dated in high school and reconnected about a year ago.” She didn’t need to tell her what exactly brought them crashing back together.

Clare crossed her arms, judgment radiating off her entire form. “Well, you’ll have to introduce me to his brothers. He has some, right?”

Oh boy. Typical Clare and her hunt for men. “He does. Adoptive ones, however, they’re married to my sisters.”

The woman scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Like always, you Archerons take every good bachelor in this god’s forsaken city. Nesta had Cassian wrapped around her finger in high school. And now you’re engaged to the most eligible bachelor in Velaris. Did you leave anything for the rest of us mere mortals?”

The utter disdain in her voice had Elain recoiling. It was enough to have the Moonbeam twins come up to her and try and herd her away. But like hell was she going to let her have the last word. “Last time I checked, Clare, we’re not responsible for your love life. If you want to find a decent man, perhaps you should present yourself as a less judgmental person.” Shock rippled across her face at Elain’s comments, but she didn’t let that deter her. “Take care.”

Fenrys placed his hand on the small of her back and guided her away from the fuming woman back over to their cart. “She seems pleasant,” he muttered once they were out of earshot.

Elain snorted. “Understatement of the century.”

“How do you know her?” Connall asked from a step behind them, guarding her back.

“We worked at the bank together but she went to school with my sisters and me. Graduated a year ahead of Nesta and Cash.”

“She seemed plenty interested in you, brother,” the dark-haired twin sniped, clapping Fen on the shoulder.

Elain whipped her head to look up at the other twin. “Please, no. Clare’s not good company to keep.” She stopped in the drink aisle, grabbing a few energy drinks for Cassian. The dark circles under his eyes told her he could use a caffeine boost as he did everything he could to support his wife.

“Jealous, Archeron?” Fen teased grinning down at her.

She shook her head, huffing a laugh. “No, but I do know somebody for you if you’re interested.” Since Azriel’s proposal, it seemed Fenrys had finally gotten a grip on his feelings for her, falling back into the more friendly nature of their relationship rather than the strict, professional setting they had regressed to for months.

Those bright eyes lit up in surprise. “You do?”

Elain nodded, pushing the cart forward and making it seem like she was a bit aloof to his eagerness. “Mhmm. She’s a recently graduated nurse. Very beautiful. Dark brown hair and these emerald green eyes. Kind, courageous, and incredibly smart. I think she would suit you.”

He stopped her with a hand on his shoulder. “What is her name?”

A smile tugged on her lips. “Lysandra. Her name is Lysandra Ennar.” She watched him mouth the name like he was tasting it on his tongue. Reaching for the pack of Cassian’s preferred energy drinks, she said, “I’ll introduce you two next week.” Glancing back at the tall male, Elain swore she saw a blush dusting his cheeks when he ducked his head. Yeah, they would be really cute together.

~~~

“A little birdy told me that you set up my new nurse with Fenrys,” Viviane cooed as they made their way toward the front of the hospital.

Elain flashed her an innocent look. “Should I not have?”

The head nurse raised a brow. “I don’t see him going anywhere soon; I just want to make sure he’s not going to use her and break her heart. I don’t need her quitting right after we hired her. You know I need the hands, Ellie.”

She could understand her friend’s concern, but it wasn’t fair to judge Fenrys without knowing him. “Don’t fret about them. Fen seemed really interested in her and they hit it off when I introduced them a few days ago. I don’t think that’s what this is.”

Viv looked like she was going to say something else, but didn’t as they approached the hospital lobby and found said man waiting for her. “Afternoon ladies. Good day?”

Elain smiled at him. “It was, thanks, Fen.”

He ushered them both outside, listening to the two girls chatted about the most bizarre case of the day when they were ambushed by an influx of people.

“ELAIN ARCHERON! ELAIN CAN WE GET A QUOTE!”

Flashes blinded her. She startled, like a deer caught in the headlights, then cried out when they surged forward, curling into her friend. Their shouts echoed around them like church bells ringing.

Viviane grabbed her arm while Fenrys barked out, “Get back!”

“HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN DATING AZRIEL KNIGHT? WHEN IS THE WEDDING?”

She had no idea how the paparazzi found out about their engagement, but their swarming her had her panic rising. Elain gripped Viviane’s hand, especially when they started reaching for her, trying to pull her away from the nurse and Fenrys. Her anxiety made it hard to breathe, the air coming out in quick, short pants. And then she heard him.

“Move.” Azriel’s thundered, midnight voice and his presence had the crowd parting. He towered over most of the mob making it easy for her to spot him. The look of utter wrath on his face had some people stepping back; others fled outright. He made a beeline straight for her, pulling her from Viviane and wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “Head down,” he told her.

Elain had no hesitation about hiding in his embrace, fist clutching his shirt.

“MR. KNIGHT! TELL US ABOUT THE WEDDING!” the paparazzi called out, chasing after them like a hive of pissed-off bees.

Azriel ignored them, tugging her to his other car where Cerridwen already had the back door open for her. “Get in,” he said, voice softening as he spoke to her.

She climbed in, letting him shut the door behind her once securely inside, and quickly made his way to the other side. As soon as he was inside, Cerridwen took off, the other car with the Moonbeam twins following close behind. Elain let herself be pulled across the seat into Az’s lap, him not giving a shit about the seatbelt or the law.

He cupped her face in his scarred palms and let his thumb swoop over the apples of her cheeks. “Are you all right?”

Physically? Yes, she was fine. Her heart was pounding in her chest and her breathing was still short, but overall, she was fine. Mentally, however, was another story. Elain nodded. “I’m okay.”

It was obvious he didn’t believe her, but let her white lie slide.

“What are you doing here?” she asked instead.

He grabbed something from the door and handed it to her. “Nuala saw this at the store this afternoon. I had a feeling you were going to be ambushed.”

It was the same magazine that blasted them on the cover after the fundraiser, and there they were again. Az’s portrait was front and center, taking up most of the front page. A small image of them walking into and out of the fundraiser was placed over it like a collage. She read through the headline.

Velaris’s Most Eligible Bachelor: Off the Market? Azriel Knight of Knight Securities engaged to Dr. Elain Archeron of Velaris Medical Center.

Elain flipped open the magazine to the article.

Sorry, ladies. He’s taken. Azriel Knight of Knight Securities is rumored to be engaged with Dr. Elain Archeron, a surgeon at Velaris Medical Center. Elain is the sister of the world-renowned artist, Feyre Archeron (married Rhysand Archeron [Knight]), and prominent defense attorney, Nesta (Archeron) Mazaei (married Cassian Mazaei).

No confirmation has been received by Knight’s team.

So, who is Elain Archeron? Born and raised in Velaris, she attended Velaris High and went to…

She closed the article, her skin going cold at how they blasted their lives in some sleazy tabloid.

Azriel rested his palm on her thigh, thumb stroking. “I will find out who leaked our engagement, Elain.”

But Elain didn’t need him to find out. Because she already knew who leaked it. “I think it was me,” she whispered, looking down at her fingers tangled in her lap. They hadn’t planned on announcing to the press yet, knowing they would eventually have to with Az’s status. It wasn’t something they could just sweep under the rug and wanted to be in control of the situation.

Gentle fingers gripped her chin and turned her face up to look at him. “Talk to me, love.”

Elain breathed heavily, shoulders drooping. “A few days ago, you remember I ran into my old coworker at the grocery store?” He nodded. “Well, she saw the ring on my hand and started asking all these questions, wanting to know whom I was engaged to. I just said your first name, but she seemed to put it together based on the size of the ring and your name. She’s a fairly aggressive person when she wants something and blames others for her failures.” Guilt washed over her. “I snapped. She must’ve gone to the press with the information for a quick buck. I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologize for, El. She took our private information and sold it. This is, unfortunately, a common issue when living in the spotlight. So we didn’t get to announce it the way we wanted to. Oh well. I’ll have my team work up something for us and we can go over it together.”

She threw her arms around his neck as they pulled into the garage under their building. “I’m fine with that. Thank you, Azriel. I didn’t mean to create more work for your team.”

He waved her off. “Don’t even worry about it. This is literally what I pay them for.” He kissed the side of her head shuffling her off his lap so he could open the door and help her out.

Fenrys and Connall parked next to them, climbing out of the car.

“What the hell is going on?” the former demanded.

Elain knew he probably felt blind-sighted by the commotion outside the hospital, and maybe a little responsible that he couldn’t control the situation.

“Our engagement was leaked. The press is hounding us for a statement.”

“Mr. Knight, we apologize for not being more prepared. I didn’t even see them outside when I went to get the car for Elain.”

Azriel waved a hand. “They know I’m difficult to capture—I’m notorious for getting around them. So, I’m not surprised they hid to get something from her. They probably assumed I would’ve coached her into being like me.”

“We won’t be caught unawares again,” Connall told him with determination.

Elain went wide-eyed. “Again? You think this is going to become a regular occurrence?”

Her fiancé gripped her hip in comfort. “Unfortunately, yes. I don’t see them backing down anytime soon. So, we’ll need a different plan of attack to get you in and out of the hospital.”

“There’s a back door entrance,” she announced. “It’s typically used by vendors for shipments, but I can get in with my keycard.”

Fenrys grinned. “We like backdoor entrances a lot.”

Az nodded in agreement. “I think that’s a good idea, at least for now. Hopefully, they’ll get tired of trying to capture you in about a week or so.”

Elain laid her head on his bicep, wishing for that too.

~~~

Two months.

It had been two months since the incident with the paparazzi and Elain was still using the back door to get into and out of the hospital unseen. They had even taken it upon themselves to flood the lobby a few times trying to snap her photo, catching her once or twice and inserting her on the cover of that damn magazine. They dug into her past, blasting her sexual assault case into the public and how Graysen essentially walked from it, pulling him into the limelight.

His father filed a defamation suit against her for it, which Azriel’s lawyers aggressively shot down. And though Nesta was still on maternity leave, even she was on the phone harassing the press about privacy and threatening to turn the Nolan name to mud if they so much as even breathed Elain’s name again.

She could barely sleep; was constantly woken up with nightmares of absolutely everything. It was thoroughly exhausting. And poor Azriel was desperately trying to keep her calm, always sitting up with her at night when those dreams plagued her until he could coax her back to sleep.

Everything about the situation was absolutely ridiculous.

“It’s only going to get worse,” she said, leaning against Azriel’s desk. He was currently going back and forth with his PR team about how they should navigate the whole ordeal since none of them had expected this to last for as long as it had. “The physical wedding might put them into an actual feral frenzy.”

Azriel pinched the bridge of his nose, groaning in frustration, and shoved his chair back from his desk. He turned to look at her and something about the way he did so made her gut churn with anxiety. “You still want to get married, right?” The hesitation, the nervousness in his voice told her just how scared he was that all of this might have changed her mind about him.

Elain moved, perching herself on his lap. “Yes, Azriel. Of course, I still want to get married. Nothing—and I mean nothing—would ever stop me from wanting to marry you.”

He breathed out a sigh of relief, wrapping an arm around her waist and tugging her closer to his chest. “I’m going to have to add security for the wedding. There’s just no way our current team can hold back this mob.”

She stroked a finger down his chest. “What if they didn’t know when or where we were getting married?”

Those beautiful hazel eyes glanced down at her, indicating that she should elaborate.

“What if we eloped?” she asked, voice hushed.

“Don’t,” he said adamantly. “Don’t do that. Don’t let them take away our wedding.” His hands twisted her body on him, forcing her leg over his hips to straddle his lap.

Elain took his face between her palms, her diamond ring glinting in the sunlight coming in from the floor-to-ceiling windows. “Azriel…We don’t need a huge wedding. The only thing I need is you standing by my side as we say ‘I do.’”

“You deserve to have the wedding of your dreams, Elain. I want to give that to you.”

She swiped her thumb across his cheek. “You have given me everything, Az. Everything and more. I never wanted a giant wedding. That was never my dream. I’m too simplistic to have desired something like that—you know that.” She paused, debating if she should say the rest. “Graysen wanted a big wedding. He wanted the three hundred guests and the attention from it. So, he was planning the monstrosity of a party, and frankly, I dreaded the whole idea of it. The only thing I need, the only thing I want is just to be married to you.” She leaned forward to kiss him softly. “So, whether we get married at the courthouse or here on the balcony, it doesn’t matter to me. I just want to be your wife.”

Azriel surged forward, capturing her mouth in a heated kiss. “How did I end up with you as my fiancée?” he asked, groaning against her lips.

Elain giggled. “Sheer persistence and ungodly attractiveness.”

He barked out a laugh, throwing his head back and exposing his throat. His amber eyes sparkled with mirth. “You’re sure about this, El?” he asked her, always checking to make sure she was certain of her decisions.

“I’m sure.” There wasn’t an ounce of hesitation in her voice.

A smile cracked across his face. “We’re not getting married at the courthouse. That I refuse. You deserve much better than the goddamn courthouse. And we’re not getting married at our place.”

She rolled her eyes at his insistence—honestly, she didn’t care where they got married, only that they did. But as she looked at his face, an idea struck her. “What about on the beach? In the Summer District? We could take the jet; invite our siblings, though I’m not sure if Nesta and Cassian will come because Sutton is so little.”

He tugged her closer into his chest, scarred fingers finding their way under her shirt to stroke her bare skin. “I think a beach wedding is exactly what we need.”

“During the sunset, at dusk,” she told him.

A chuckle passed his lips. “Of course. Whatever your heart desires, it shall be.” He leaned forward to kiss her neck, teeth scraping the soft skin. “Now for a date—when do you wish to be married, my love?”

It was hard to concentrate when he ravished her with his mouth, but she forced her mind to focus. “Next month?”

That had him pulling back to look at her face, eyes going wide. “Next month? Are you sure?”

The hopefulness in his tone nearly broke her heart. “Yes, Azriel. I want to be your wife and you my husband already. The sooner the better.”

“I fucking love you, Elain Archeron.” His mouth crashed to hers in a bruising kiss. It was hot, all teeth and tongue. “I can’t wait to take your last name.”

“You’re what?” she spluttered between his kisses.

“Azriel Archeron has a lovely ring to it, don’t you think,” he admitted like he had thought about this a lot.

She blinked. Was he serious? “Azriel, I can’t let you just take my name.”

He frowned. “Why not?”

“Because you have an entire empire behind your last name. How would it look if Azriel Archeron was the head of Knight Securities?”

The man scoffed. “You think I care about that? It’s still my company. Besides, there’s no way I’m letting you change your name when you have a medical degree associated with it. You earned that, Elain. It’s Doctor Archeron, not Doctor Knight.”

Shit… He had thought about it. A lot, clearly. Secretly, Elain adored Azriel Archeron—AA. But she didn’t want to erase his name completely. Her fingers toyed with the hair at his nape. “What about a compromise?”

His brow raised. “I’m listening.”

“We hyphenate. Knight-Archeron.”

Az pursed his lips. “No.” Surprise lit her features, then melted when he continued. “Archeron-Knight. Your name comes first.”

Her eyes soften as she looked at this gorgeous, kind, completely beautiful man. “Azriel and Elain Archeron-Knight. It sounds perfect.”

He closed the distance between them, sharing a special, intimate moment between them. “How about I show the future Mrs. Archeron-Knight just exactly what that name does to me?”

With barely a thought, Azriel had her out of her shirt, bare from the waist up. His mouth went right for her breast, sucking her nipple deep until her back arched, a sultry moan passing between her parted lips.

But Elain had other ideas, halting the progression of his lips. When he looked at her curiously, she flashed a little smirk. “I have other ideas.” Rolling her hips down onto his, she slipped off his lap, stripped out of her bottoms and underwear, and knelt on the floor between his legs. “You’re going to let the future Mrs. Archeron-Knight show you exactly how much you mean to her.” Raising herself on her knees, Elain dropped a kiss on his hardening cock, still confined by pants.

Azriel hissed, threading a scarred hand in her thick locks. “Baby, you’re too fucking good to me.”

Elain had never really enjoyed giving blowjobs. Graysen liked receiving them but he never reciprocated after she finished him. But after that night when she had given one to Azriel, she found that she enjoyed it. She liked giving him pleasure, hearing just how much she affected him and the praise that tumbled from his lips made her eager to get her mouth on his cock. It also didn’t hurt that he tasted fucking good—as weird as it sounded.

He didn’t often let her go down on him, always wanting to save himself to sink his hard member into her wet heat. But when he did give in to her, she fucking devoured him.

Reaching up, she popped the button on his jeans and tugged down his fly. She slid her hand in, stroking his cock twice before tugging his pants and boxers down to his knees. Looking at Azriel’s erect cock was always a sight to behold. His sheer size, the vein feeding it always made her mouth go dry.

“You looking at my cock like it’s a fucking meal is about to make me combust, El,” he groaned, fisting the hold on her hair.

Elain gripped him tightly, earning a heavenly sigh from his parted lips. Licking him like her personal lollipop, she wasted no time in engulfing him with her lips.

“Fuck, baby,” he moaned, using her hair as leverage to control the speed and depth of her bobbing.

She worked him deep into her throat, breathing steadily through her nose as he pushed her farther and farther down. Elain relaxed the muscles of her neck until he slipped past her mouth and she gagged, spit drooling from her lips and onto her hand. Her fingers twisted, sliding over the rest of his hard member that she couldn’t fit into her mouth.

Elain sucked, cheeks hollowing as she pulled that pleasurable sensation from deep in his gut. He was getting close, she could tell by the sounds that came from him, how his fist seemed to tighten further in her hair, how his cock twitched between her lips.

Just when she was about to slide him down her throat, they heard it. The distinct sound of the elevator doors opening.

She tugged him out of her mouth with an audible pop, eyes widening in alarm when Rhys’s voice echoed down the hallway.

“Azriel?” he called out.

Elain snatched her clothes from the ground and scrambled under his desk, Az following close behind her and sliding his chair far underneath to avoid him seeing his naked thighs and his hard-on.

“Office,” he grunted out, annoyance ringing clear in his voice.

Light footfalls came from the hallway and then she heard her brother enter the room. Elain was grateful that Azriel’s large desk went down to the floor, shielding her in shadow.

“What do you want?” her fiancé demanded.

“Well, hello to you too, brother,” Rhys purred. “I came to pick up the camera set.”

She had forgotten that with all shit going on, the constant digging into their personal lives, they had suggested their siblings put up some extra protection around their homes. Just to be safe. Azriel supplied them with a few extra camera equipment pieces that they could place around the house and monitor from their phones. Cassian had picked his and Nesta’s set up the day before, bringing little Sutton with him while Nesta took a break to shower and get some sleep.

“It’s on the counter.”

Elain had to cover her mouth to keep from giggling at Az’s brusque tone. Reaching forward, she gripped his cock again, the surprise had her fiancé’s knee slamming into the desk.

“Fuck!” he bellowed sliding his large hand on top of his leg to rub at the hurt.

There was a pause before Rhys asked, “Are you all right, man?”

She kissed his injury, then began to tease him, licking a stripe from base to tip on his dick.

Azriel cleared his throat. “I’m fine.” His tone of voice told her he was indeed, not fine. Not fine at all.

Elain wrapped her lips around his head, sucking quietly. Truthfully, she wanted to see how long he lasted before snarling at his brother to get out.

“Okay, well since you’re such pleasant company today,” Rhys said sarcastically, “Where’s Elain?”

Her name on her brother’s lips had her freezing, wondering why he was asking about her.

“She had to run to the grocery store,” he lied. “Why?”

Elain heard Rhys shuffling from foot to foot.

“I have this bite on my arm that’s getting large. I wanted her to look at it.”

“She’s a surgeon, Rhys,” he snapped. “Not your primary care physician. Go see your doctor for that shit.”

Elain struggled to stifle her laugh, clapping a hand over her mouth. Her shoulders shaking with the effort. Poor fucking Rhys. He was receiving the nasty end of Az’s temper without knowing why.

“You know, perhaps you should have her—” he stopped.

“Have her what?” Az gritted out between clenched teeth.

She slid him back into her mouth, hoping to relax him a bit, feeling the tension in his thighs. Slurping him down without making a sound took more effort than she anticipated, but she made it work.

“I was going to say, ‘Have her take care of you when she gets home,’ but I’m getting the distinct feeling she’s doing that right now.”

Elain choked, Azriel coughing to cover up the sound.

“Mhmm,” Rhys murmured, a twinkle in his voice that told her he knew exactly what was going on. “So, I’m just going to go. See you later.” His footsteps echoed out of the room and then he called out, “Bye, Elain!”

She waited until the elevator doors pinged before she started laughing.

“Do you think that was funny, you naughty girl,” Azriel said, sliding his chair out and hauling her from under his desk.

She grinned. “It was a little funny.”

“You sucking my cock while I tried to have a conversation with my brother is funny?” he asked incredulously.

Elain raised a brow. “It didn’t sound like you were trying to have any kind of conversation with him, baby. You were most definitely trying to get him out.”

“Because you were sucking my cock under my desk without a care in the world that we had company. And for that, you should get punished. Over my knee. Now.”

His change in posture, the way his voice took on that dominance had heat rushing to her core. She was wet already, but now she felt herself pulse around nothing, dripping with need. Elain rose on shaky legs. “What are you going to do? Spank me?”

Challenge flared in him. “You bet your sweet ass, I am. Bend. Over.” It wasn’t a request.

Was she really going to allow him to do this? Elain knew if she told him no, he’d stop immediately, but the curious creature inside of her, the one that he had coaxed out of her, was peeking an eye open at the idea. “Will it hurt?” she hesitated, fingers gripping each other.

His face softened, sensing her internal war. “There is a fine line between pleasure and pain. Will it sting? Yes. It will. But it is also pleasurable too. I promise not to take it too hard with you this first time. And if you don’t like it, you can tell me to stop at any time.” He held out a hand to her, an offering to try something new.

Elain hesitated just a moment longer before she took his hand and let herself be tugged over his lap.

Deft fingers swept between her legs, feeling how wet she was. “So needy for me already, my love. Let’s see how drenched we can get you before I fuck you against my desk.” He kneaded her backside, and Elain felt the blood rush to her cheeks at how exposed she felt. “We’ll start you off with five smacks. Count for me.”

Without giving her any other warning, his palm came down on her cheek, skin clapping skin. Elain yelped at the surprise assault, her body convulsing from it. It didn’t hurt, per se, but it stung a bit. Remembering he gave her an order, she gritted out, “One.”

“Good girl,” he murmured, rubbing over where he smacked before bringing his hand down again.

“Two,” she breathed, feeling herself getting wetter already.

“Louder, Elain,” he demanded, running his hand over the curve of her cheek. “I can’t hear you.”

“Two,” she squeaked again, earning another caress over her backside in satisfaction. By the third smack, her body melted into him, becoming more aroused. It didn’t help that his length was currently digging into her side. “Three,” Elain moaned, head bowing.

Az chuckled. “I can see your slick running down your legs, baby. Are you getting turned on?” he asked just as he brought his palm down again.

“Four.” She was barely able to focus over how fucking stimulated she was. Her backside was sore, but fuck did it send delicious tingles up her body.

His hand came down a final time.

“Five,” Elain cried out, body positively aching for release.

Two thick fingers plunged inside her center, meeting no resistance from how turned on she had become. “Good fucking girl, Elain. You took that so well and look at how soaked you are.” His voice was practically a growl as he pumped in and out of her, his thumb pressing down on her clit.

“Az,” she groaned, fingers clutching his body. “Feels good.” The words tumbled from her lips in a slur.

He pumped and stretched her, stroking that spot that had her shaking. “Come, my love. I need you to let go.”

She was barely hanging on as it was, erupting into her orgasm with a scream. Elain’s body clenched around his fingers still fucking her as she fell, and fell, and fell into her release. A surge of liquid ran down the backside of her thighs.

Azriel’s head dipped and then his tongue was licking her there, intensifying her pleasure and building her up at the same time. “My sexy girl looks so good when she comes,” he groaned into fluttering, pink sex. Pulling his fingers out of her, he readjusted her until she was straddling him and sank her onto his cock.

Elain’s arms automatically went around his neck, holding him close as she moaned from deep in her chest. She had slid onto him with ease, her body molding itself to accommodate his size and girth. Fuck he felt so good stretching her, filling her. She said as much out loud.

His hands on her hips raised her up and down his length, helping her fuck him. It was exquisite to feel him pulse inside of her. Every stroke had her seeing stars in her blissed-out state.

Azriel kicked off his pants and boxers, shuffling Elain in his lap before he rose from his chair and pinned her against the window, the cool glass a stark contrast to her heated skin.

Elain’s legs went around his waist, using it as leverage to match him thrust for thrust. “Az, please!” she cried out, tipping her head back against the glass.

He sank his teeth into the junction of her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a bruise.

The slight pain mixed with the pleasure of his hips snapping into hers had her cresting into oblivion again. Elain’s body pulsed, milking him and sending him hurdling into his release, spilling deep inside of her as he pushed into the hilt and stayed there, groaning into her skin.

They were sweaty and breathing heavily, each coming down from their high. Her delicate fingers swept through his damp hair, brushing the locks back from his face and forcing him to meet her eyes. She had never seen those amber irises shining so bright as they were then. “I can’t wait to call you my husband,” she murmured, leaning forward to kiss him softly.

A sound pitched from his throat as he carried her over to his desk and began to ravish her again.

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high-dragon-bait · 2 years

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I need more banter with Cole.

DA:I didn't give me enough with Solas/Cole/Varric talking about becoming more human or spirit in any combination.

But also, Cole banter with all the DA2 companions.

He and Justice are so unique and Anders always has an opinion on everything.

Fenris would fear hate him, probably.

Merrill would be fascinated, I'm sure.

I just love Cole and I need more of his thoughts.

Ah, Cole. He is so hard but so much fun to write. I went with the DA:2 gang, and snuck in Isabela to make it all the LIs... However. I got a little carried away so this is long. Really long. My previous record for longest fake banter had 8 interactions, this has 28. The majority of you said not to put it under a readmore, just tag it, so I will!

These banters include 4-6 general interactions, one romance, and one post-adamant romance. Since Anders already had a post-adamant romance interaction with Cole in another banter, I posted an alternate version in the same vein as the one there, since I still really like the idea behind it, but the original execution bugged me.

Enjoy!

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Fenris

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Cole: You’re scared of me.

Fenris: As anyone wise should be.

Cole: Is it because of him?

Fenris: Danarius wasn’t the worst of them.

Cole: Standing, stiff, sore from the leash. Like that for hours, watching, waiting, wanting to leave. Danarius approaches the magister. A rival, he wants to impress him. End him. "I offer you a gift."

Fenris: What is this?

Cole: It's a boy. No. No, no, he's so young. Be punished if I move but I can't- I can't- too late. His blood is on my face. The demon growls, glowers and glows, and he's gone.

Fenris: Avert your gaze from me. Now.

Cole: But that's not why I'm here! I didn't want the blood.

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Fenris: Is it true you were a demon?

Cole: No. Not a demon. But I didn’t know what I was, and it made me wrong.

Fenris: But you killed? You murdered those mages?

Cole: Yes. I thought it was helping.

Fenris: I’ve traveled with an abomination, a blood mage, and Varric. Now, I trade them for a killer demon. Perhaps Hawke kept the better company after all.

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Cole: You were glad when the boy died.

Fenris: Be careful, demon. I know you can bleed.

Cole: Danarius said “gift” and you thought of something else. Something worse. When they cut his throat somewhere you were happy they couldn’t keep hurting him.

Cole (Cont.): It wasn’t a good glad.

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Cole: You don’t like mages, yet you’re angry. Angry for the ones I killed. Why?

Fenris: I don’t like weak mages running rampant and preying on the innocent. Those mages were where they belonged, where they were safe. You took that away.

Cole: But they weren’t safe!

Fenris: No, because you were prowling the halls. Slitting their throats while they slept.

Cole: I wouldn’t have been there if it hadn’t been for the templars. The templar who locked him in a dungeon and forgot. If he hadn’t died, scared, starving, shivering on the stone.

Cole (Cont.): I killed. I killed and kill me back if I do it again. But templars made me forget what I was. Templars killed me first.

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Cole: Do you look at every man and see a king?

Fenris: What?

Cole: When a servant walks down a hall do you see him wearing a crown. Holding a sword? Does he kill those who disobey him?

Fenris: No?

Cole: Then why is every mage a magister?

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Fenris: Every mage is not a magister.

Cole: Yes! That’s good. You’re starting to understand, thank you.

Fenris: Every mage is dangerous. I am not wrong to want them where they can do no harm.

Cole: No. No. You get so close but flinch away before the truth can touch you. Like a hand on a hot pot.

Fenris: I see the truth clearly, spirit. You are not of this world, you cannot understand.

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Cole: Spirits are reflections of the world, made from what matters. That's what Solas says.

Fenris: And you're telling me this, why?

Cole: You said I don't understand. I'm not of this world. But this world made me. Made me from what matters. That's what I am. I'm supposed to see.

Fenris: Fine. What is this truth I won’t touch, demon?

Cole: You want to blame magic because its easy. Because it hurt you and its loud. Magic didn’t hurt you because its magic, it hurt you because Danarius wanted it to.

Fenris: Of course I know Danarius was behind it.

Cole: Yes! Yes you do! But anything hurts if someone wants it to. Magic, blades, hands, words, and you know that too. But if that’s true, if that's really true, Danarius hides. You can't see him anymore. Any man could be him now. That scares you.

Fenris: …perhaps it does.

Cole: It’s okay! I can help.

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(Romance)

Cole: I stare at the fire, flames flickering. Eyes shut, trying, dreaming, wishing it would all come back. I can hear them breathing. I can feel their touch, tingling, lingering on my skin. Soft as their sheets, dark and red, but not the bad red, the red I want, the red I remember. Remember. Why did I remember?

Cole (Cont.): You want to stay, but then they wake up, and you have to go.

Fenris: I was a fool.

Cole: No. You think you were afraid but that isn't it. There was another life, lost, lingering, left behind. You had to learn and let go. You needed to say goodbye. That isn't your fault.

Fenris: It was. Yet they still forgave me.

Cole: They love you.

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(Post-Adamant)

Fenris: Go on, say your peace, demon.

Cole: Stairs, steep, steeper than the steps through Kirkwall. A spider, why did it have to be a spider? I make it bleed. Make it burn. I try. I don't want to die, but I'm me. I have to try to be me too, I have to- I have to- “Nothing could be worse than the thought of living without you” Maker, he won’t forgive me.

Fenris: I was wrong.

Cole: Yes. The thought hurt, but now its real. Real is worse.

Fenris: Hawke is gone. Nothing is real now.

Cole: Gone only means far, not false. What you felt is still real. Don't forget that. Please.

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Anders

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Cole: Why don’t you tell Varric why you’re angry?

Anders: He doesn’t listen. Or it turns into a joke.

Cole: My father’s barn burning in the snow. Eyes dead under a sunblaze brand. A glow raining over my city, the same color as the screams. Sometimes we care so much the care turns cold. Anger is the only warmth I know.

Anders: Sounds like you’ll put it better than I could.

Cole: No, it won’t help the same if its me.

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Anders: How are you here?

Cole: I walked. For a while I rode on a horse!

Anders: No, outside of the Fade? Justice said spirits couldn’t survive on their own, they need a host. A body.

Cole: I’m Cole?

Anders: But you’re a spirit! Here from the Fade. How can you be- you?

Cole: He sat in a cell. It was dark, he knew they forgot. His hurt was loud, louder than the shouting but the Templars wouldn't hear him. I wanted to help so I listened. He said he didn’t want it. He didn’t want to be magic. He didn’t want to hurt. He didn’t want to die.

Cole: I’m Cole.

Anders: Oh…

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Anders: Did Cole… did you have any family? Anyone you might want to see again?

Cole: No. His father beat his mother until she stopped, he hid with his sister in a cabinet but she cried. He kept his hand over her mouth to keep her quiet, he didn’t want her to stay quiet. He only killed his father for them.

Anders: Maker!

Cole: He didn’t use magic! He used a blade to kill his father, a harmless blade. That’s all. It wasn’t magic. “I don't care, he goes to the dungeons like every other mage."

Anders: Cole I’m- I’m so sorry.

Cole: So was he.

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Cole: Varric doesn't hate you.

Anders: Varric?

Cole: That's why you won't tell him why you're angry. You think it will make it worse. He's sad, scared, scattered, but still your friend.

Anders: I know what Kirkwall meant to him. I know I destroyed it. He can't forgive me that easy.

Cole: No. Not easy, and not forgiven, not yet. "I want you to have this. It's a pillow. Hand embroidered by my mother. The only thing they let me keep at the circle." "Why in the world would you give that to me?" "You've been a good friend." He wishes he were better.

Anders: Tell him... tell him I do to.

Cole: No. I told you. It's doesn't help if its me.

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Cole: You talked to Varric!

Anders: Sort of. Not a lot of actual talking. Mostly we sat, and sometimes we drank. Better than avoiding each other in the halls, I guess.

Cole: We sit. The air here is wrong. The smells, the music, it's too wide, too new. Herald's Rest, why rest? Do we ever rest? They used to hang people here, by their feet, till they starved to death. Blondie sits across from me, how long has it been? If I just see him I can almost pretend... My cup, too nice, too clean, but a toast is a toast. To a new world, Blondie.

Anders: To a new world...

Cole: He missed you.

_____

(Romanced)

Cole: No, don't go there. I'll break your heart. That might kill me as surely as the Templars. But you wanted to, from the moment you saw them. You made yourself sound so wrong, why?

Anders: I needed them to know. I needed them to be prepared for the work it would be to love me.

Cole: You thought they would leave. That one day they would know you, know you, and they wouldn't love you. They never would've done that. It hurts you thought they would.

Anders: In the circle, love never lasted. That was by design, two mages got too close and the templars would intervene. I... I thought it was a matter of time.

Cole: They know. They only wish you had trusted them when they said they would stay. That you would let them do the work.

Anders: Maker, I hope some days I'm worth it.

Cole: You are, always.

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(Post-adamant)

Cole: A hawk sits on a branch. They fly, follow, leaving feathers where he can find them.

Anders: Stop it.

Cole: A dream. They're a dream but I can't see them, not until I forget. If I forget, if I'm him, just him, all him, then he might be me. He might know where to go. Forget to find. Follow and fly.

Justice: No.

Cole: Forgetting won’t help, not like that.

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Merrill

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Cole: Eluvian. “Seeing-glass” but it’s fogged, faded, forgotten like us. Who stood here before me? Before the blight, before our blood blotted over the history. Where did they go?

Merrill: Do you… do you know? Can you tell me their name?

Cole: No. I would’ve forgotten. I’m sorry.

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Merrill: Are you alright, Cole?

Cole: “Alright?”

Merrill: Are you safe? Are the people here kind to you? Are you… happy?

Cole: I’m not being cut, not right now, and I’m not sad.

Merrill: That’s not really the same thing, lethallin.

Cole: But isn’t it for you?

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Cole: The keeper was wrong.

Merrill: You didn’t know her. You shouldn’t say things like that.

Cole: Eyes. Eyes. Too many eyes. Staring. Judging. The hunters whisper and the elders doubt. How could I have allowed it? I let evil into our clan. They need to know. I need to show them. Show her. She will not do this.

Cole (Cont.): "Merrill is dangerous," I tell them. "She will remain dangerous until I guide her down a better path. Be weary of her, and if you see her, come directly to me."

Merrill: No, lethallin. That wasn’t how it was.

Cole: She said that too.

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Merrill: Cole, what I meant when I asked if you were alright...

Cole: Yes? I'm sorry. I don't think my answer helped.

Merrill: I meant- I guess- you're always the one checking up on the others. You're always the one helping so I thought, maybe, I could be of some help, if you want it.

Cole: But... what would that be? Helping the helper, that's not how it's supposed to work. That's why you forget.

Merrill: Well, lethallin, why don't we figure it out together?

Cole: Yes... yes I think I would like that. Thank you.

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(Romanced)

Cole: You didn't believe them for a long time. Why?

Merrill: Didn't believe who?

Cole: Hawke, when they said they wanted you, you thought it wasn't real. Why?

Merrill: Oh- well... I'd never had anyone in my clan show me any interest before. I'd only kissed one person before them. It was this hunter, young and strong, just got his vallaslin. So exciting! But later I found out it was a dare, prove his manhood by kissing the crazy blood witch.

Cole: That story makes them angry.

Merrill: I know. They told me so. Offered to go fight those boys for me, I said no, of course.

Cole: You didn't want to.

Merrill: We all have to be the bigger person sometimes, lethallin. That's what Varric liked to say after cards back in Kirkwall.

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(Post-adamant)

Merrill: Lethallin, can you... can you hear them? Do you know what they thought when it- happened?

Cole: Chains beneath the boat. Five birds bunched together on the cliff. Three in the hold. How could I know? One day there will be book with other names, other faces drawn over the words and a daisy pressed between the pages.

Merrill: I know you can tell me more than that.

Cole: Hawke is dead, I'm so sorry. Dead. Such a cruel world. Din. Better. Din is kind. Falon'Din, Friend of the Dead. Is that were they are? Varric said they ran. They ran and they shut the door. They didn't see...

Cole (Cont.): Broken dark glass in a Kirkwall hovel. Red ringed around my fingernails. Sitting on the floor, sharp, splintering, shredding my skin, but I stay still. I have a door. I have a door.

Cole (Cont.): If I tell you, you'll just want to do it more.

Merrill: I'm going to do it, Cole, telling me what they thought won't hurt now.

Cole: Yes, it will.

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Isabela

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Isabela: Hey, sweetheart?

Cole: Yes, Captain?

Isabela: Do spirits know about sex?

Cole: Yes. Spirits know a lot about sex.

Isabela: How would you describe it? In that colorful way of yours?

Cole: Hot. Hands holding tight. Door closed. Bodies close. If this is all I’m worth then I’ll be worth the world. My body is mine, it feels like fire and I am free.

Isabela: Oh, that’s not what I thought you’d say.

Cole: What did you think I would say?

Isabela: Something more like what Varric would put in a book.

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Cole: The scars are all in the same place.

Isabela: Which scars, sweetheart?

Cole: Arishok's blade on their skin. The silver slips shallow through them but I still feel it too. My face. My arm. My back. My legs. My- it slashes into their stomach, blood splatters and I try to- I can't. Fenris holding onto me. They're bleeding and I'm bleeding. They're hurting and I'm hurting. Once. Twice. Three times more around the pillars and then- he falls. It's over. They won... I'm free.

Isabela: So that’s what we’re talking about.

Cole: They would’ve done it again. They would’ve done even more.

Isabela: I know.

Cole: So do they.

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Isabela: Why do you call me, Captain?

Cole: It’s what you are.

Isabela: I haven’t been a captain for awhile. Admiral’s got a nice, sexy sound to it. Makes you think I’ve got a dagger in my hand, sharp and ready for your breast.

Cole: Wife. Whore. Daughter. Desire. The man on my ship smiles at me like he's picking which one he wants. I smile back. "It's Captain," I tell him. "You will call me Captain."

Cole (Cont.): I could call you Admiral, if it helps.

Isabela: Captain’s fine, sweetheart.

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Cole: Captain?

Isabela: Yes, sweetheart?

Cole: Do you like me?

Isabela: Oh yes! You’re cute, good with a dagger. You're even nice! That’s more than most men you’ll find out here.

Cole: But you don’t like me like you like them.

Isabela: Which is good for you. Most of them weren't worth the price of the room.

Cole: But you never paid for the rooms?

Isabela: Exactly.

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Cole: “Sweetheart.” You call me “sweetheart.” Why?

Isabela: It’s like how you call me, Captain. It’s the best word for what you are.

Cole: But my heart wouldn’t be sweet, Captain.

Isabela: Just who told you that?

Cole: The blood. It said it has to taste like salt and iron or it isn’t real.

Isabela: I… think it's okay to let words stay words sometimes, sweetheart.

Cole: But that’s never what they are.

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(Romanced)

Cole: "Well, if you ever want to do it again- wait, you aren't thinking of bringing feelings into this are you?" But you already were?

Isabela: Shhhh! Don't go revealing my deep dark secrets to the world.

Cole: You already brought the feelings, but it's different when it's just yours. Only you know where they are, like marking treasure on a map you keep in your pocket. But once they wanted it too... What if they dug up the treasure? What if they hated what was inside?

Isabela: Yes, yes, alright but why is it treasure? Is it because I'm a pirate?

Cole: Yes. You like treasure.

Isabela: I do like treasure.

Cole: But you like Hawke more.

Isabela: Hey! What did I say about my deep dark secrets?

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(Post-adamant)

Cole: I lie on my belly. Red stream flowing out from under me. How can the ground be so cold? Nightmare. Nightmare. No- no I won't die in a nightmare. I've been here before, done this before. I can die where it's mine-

Isabela: Not now, sweetheart.

Cole: There's a ship. There's a sea. There's birds in the rafters and there's me. Waves wash and whisper. I'm free. Captain, the helm is ready-

Isabela: Cole, stop it.

Cole: Safe harbors, Isabela.

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anarchiii · 1 month

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What could of been… —TOG (canon) AU

Stand-alone fic | Warnings: angst | Rowan x Aelin

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What if Rowan had known Lyria was pregnant and didn’t go of to war?

Fenrys would have most likely trained Celaena, not Rowan.

Would Celaena be the person she is in KOA?

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Note: this is an AU this isn’t in the books.

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“Rowan! We’re ready!” Lyria’s called from the entryway pulling him back into reality from where he’d been lost in thought. “Coming love!” He echoed back, walking out of the shared bedroom to his wife and their youngest daughter, they were going out to Mistward to visit Emrys and malakai for a party. They were celebrating something along the lines of peace. Since Wendlyn hadn’t been in any conflicts which Rowan was grateful for as that meant Rowan got to spend more time with his family, His daughter Maisie—only eight—had not been pleased at the idea of going out but had begrudgingly accepted after the promise of good food.

He kissed his mates cheek before grabbing his jacket and walking out the door his family trailing behind, he was going to be meeting with Fenrys to see how he was going with the task their queen had given him.

He was tasked with training a girl to control,wield and hone her magic. And not to mention shift. Though from what Fenrys had said the girl was a real spitfire. He knew that because Fenrys had been ranting non stop about her for two hours straight while drinking a monumental amount of ale and then passing out onto Lorcan, he’d feel bad for the male if he wasn’t such a bastard.

Soon enough they were passing through the gates of Mistward heading for a particular building, walking through the door and discarding his jacket on the nearest hanger before doing the same for his mate, kissing her cheek and ruffling Maisie’s hair before going to greet Emrys.

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Celaena was grateful for no training today so were her limbs, the gods new they were on the brink of death. She’s been staring at the ceiling on her pathetic excuse of a bed when Fenrys had walked in. She turned her head to the side and stared at him intensely, annoyed that he had interrupted her daily existence check session.

Fenrys rightfully looked a little intimidated but brushed it of as he sat down on the bed next to her. She hated that about him, he was so carefree.

“So…there’s a little party going on in an hour and you’re kind of required to be there” he said. Great just great, she had to go socialise with some fae, how better could her day get?

She’d been getting dirty looks from all the Fae since she’d arrived, if they didn’t stop soon she’d surely end up burning them to a crisp and as much as she wanted to do that. She couldn’t.

She needed to go to Doranelle and learn everything about the wyrd keys and the Valg as she could, if she killed somebody her majesty Maeve would not be very pleased. “Earth to Elentiya you there?” Fenrys voice pulling her from her thoughts.

“Yeah I’m here” She answered, “Right, I want you to meet one of my friends.”

“Very well” she replied blankly,

Fenrys led her through the crowds of Demi and full blooded Fae and Faeries—even a few humans—all together, no fighting no conflicts. Just co existing for this one particular night.

After walking through the crowd for what felt like hours, they finally found Fenrys friends.

“Celaena I’d like you to meet my good friend Rowan and his mate Lyria, Rowan, Lyria this is Elentiya”

She looked to the Fae finding them already staring at her, awkward, the man—Rowan was beautiful really, with long white hair and dazzling emerald eyes she couldn’t help gaze into—but she wasn’t interested in men—males right now, the female, Lyria. Was a stunning woman, with a head of brown hair adorned with pearls, cascading down her shoulders and gold-brown eyes that reminded her of the freshest honey. She wasn’t a very envious woman but even she couldn’t help feeling jealous of such beauty, it had her looking away to the child clutching her mothers frilly pink dress, the girl couldn’t of been older than ten, her shoulder length light brown hair adorned with lime green bows and crystal clear gems, she was a natural beauty that even Celaena couldn’t help notice. “And this is our youngest daughter Maisie.” Lyria said, even her voice was beautiful, it was unfair really.

“It’s lovely to meet you three” Celaena said trying to sound as polite as possible, even mustering up the energy for a smile, she didn’t bother to think about how dirty her teeth must be or be embarrassed by them. The gods knew she probably looked like she was half dead, she didn’t care. Maybe a few months ago she would’ve but not now. She tried not to linger on the thoughts of if she’d ever care about her looks again.

“Celaena, I hear you are training. May I ask what for?” Rowan asked

Rowan worked for Maeve so there was no point in lying about it, besides Fenrys would call her out for the lie anyway. “I’m trying to get into Doranelle, Her Majesty Maeve insists I learn to wield my…gifts if I want to receive passage to her city.”

“What magic do you have? How much?” Lyria inquired. Almost looking bored with her. Did she not know it was rude to ask about those kind of things?

“Uh, fire magic. I have. Uhm just a small amount.” Celaena was getting uncomfortable with these questions, the female had no business knowing about her magic. She was getting ready to bolt when Rowan said, “well I won’t keep you here all night, I want to greet some old friends, if you’ll excuse us.” —practically dragging his wife away—She could’ve kissed the man for that, he most likely saw her getting uncomfortable. “Very well, it was lovely meeting you guys” she said. They were walking away when Lyria turned and gave her a dirty look. What the hell was that about? She hadn’t been that rude, for a matter of fact she’d been downright delightful.

She tried not to take it to personally as she made her way to the drinks table, grabbing a bottle of faerie wine as she walked over to a shady spot, swigging from the bottle as she surveyed everyone. The taste of the wine was a welcoming sensation as it slid down her throat. She was going to have a mad headache tomorrow but it was a small price to pay for the reprieve it brought.

Two hours and three bottles later Celaena was ready to leave, She didn’t remember why she’d even came in the first place, then again after all the wine she’d had she couldn’t remember much of anything. She was figuring out if she should just leave the bottles of faerie wine where they were or discard them somewhere appropriate when she saw Rowan make his way toward her. Shit? She didn’t have time to wonder if that was a bad thing as he was already in front of her, he had no business being that fast. “Hey, can I talk to you outside for a moment?” He said, “yeah sure” she answered back.

When they were away from everyone he turned to her, his beautiful eyes catching in the fae lights making them shine a bright emerald. She couldn’t help but be entranced in their beauty. He broke the silence first, “I’m sorry about my mate earlier, it was rude to ask such personal questions like that, I had a talk to her about it. I can get her to apologise if that’s what you want.” the idea of making the female apologise was appealing but she’d be a decent person today. “No it’s Alright, if I was her I most likely would’ve asked the same thing, there is no need to make anyone apologise.” She said, Celaena wondered why she was in such a good mood, maybe it was the wine or the dazzling male in front of her, she could get drunk off looking into his eyes all day, that’d be better than any wine. Why was she so..attracted to him? He had a mate and a child for gods sake she couldn’t be like this.

“Thank you for being so understanding Celaena.” He echoed back, god, the way he’d said her name—her alias— she wondered what it’d be like to have him say her name—her real name—to wake up next to him every day,to bear his children—She shut those thoughts away so far that they could only escape in her dreams, her wicked, cruel dreams. Filled with screams of beloved friends—and some of her own—of brown hair that shined in the sun, of sun kissed skin, bloody beds and tables, The scent of lotus and lavender. She shivered at the thoughts. “Anyway, it was nice meeting you, good luck on getting to Doranelle.” Rowan said before he walked back into the crowd—back to that mate of his, and child—She didn’t understand why this was bothering her so much, she didn’t even know his last name and yet she felt like she could, and would. lay down her life for him.

She walked back to her room and plopped down on her bed, pulling the blanket up to her shoulders. —To try and deter the cold— as she tried to drift off to sleep. Ignoring that golden threaded feeling blooming in her chest.

Finally the Sandman came for her and she fell into a dream filled slumber, dreams full of sparkling green eyes and a head full of silver hair lying beneath a crown of blue flames…

The End.

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wolffoxnation2 · 2 months

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I said i was gonna rant and by the gods im gonna rant

[This is not gonna make sense and more me shrieking at the gods cus Loki is my blorbo and i hate that Rick fucked up and made him abusive when the first book was litterally implying that he cares about his kids and making him sympathetic.]

Love how i completely forgot Heimdall was there too between reading this in school and getting home lmao. My phone guy is just that forgettable.

ALSO THATS WHY YOUR DOING THIS? THATS THE REASON YOUR GOING WITH RICK?

They got roasted too hard so theyre gonna kill two innocent kids, mulitate their corpses and use those corpses to chain their father while dripping acid on him?

It was (slightly) more understandable when it was cus Baldur (even tho hes probably happier with Hel anyways) died.

Cus like an eye for an eye.... (even tho that was much more than an eye, more like two eyes, a heart and a leg.)

Actually no scratch that killing Baldur technically was an eye for an eye if you think about it.

(Odin took three of Loki's kids, Loki took his son, his daughter in law and then the same son again when he refused to cry to bring him back. Thats also three. Thats one of the reasons i excuse Baldur dying)

I know Magnus probably either didn't realise what was going on here or if he did it didnt register in his brain the whole story. Which, fair enough, directly after this he listens to Kvasir getting cut up by a chainsaw (good, its clear if it weren't for him Loki, Narvi, Vali and Sigyn would've been probably fine) and then watches Alex get thrown out by his.....sperm donor. So what happens to Loki is not at the top of his concerns rn but i really hope he confronts Frey about it later. Cus Magnus has been shown to emphasize with Loki on this. AND THOSE WERE FUCKING CHILDREN! AND THEY WERE KILLED BECAUSE THEY WERE LOKI'S CHILDREN!

WHO ELSE ARE CHILDREN OF LOKI THAT HE CARES DEEPLY ABOUT?

SAMIRAH AND ALEX

Basically i want Magnus to yell at the gods the way Percy does. Because like Luke everything was probably WAS the gods fault.

And before you come at me with the whole 'prophecy has to happen' thing. Save your breath because most of you have no problem with blaming the gods when it came to luke in pjo and this is kinda similar.

Who was to say that Fenris, Hel and Jörmungandr would have caused ragnarok if the Aesir (mostly Odin) didnt take them from their home and seperate them?

Whos to say Loki would start Ragnarok if Odin didnt break their oath and take his children?

Or :

Let his mouth get sewn shut after he got everyone shit (Sif's new hair, Mjollnir, Draupnir, Gungnir, Skidbladnir and Gullinbursti) because suddenly oaths matter now, Odin.

Kill his innocent children (its not stated in myth or mcga how old Narvi and Vali were/are but the general consensus is that they were young), possibly made him watch said children get murdered (Sword of summer its stated by Loki that the gods watched in amusement as Vali disemboweled Narvi but that could be hyperbole) and had a snake drip acid onto his face.

If there was any good in Loki at any point (which there might be. He actually seems pretty chill in sword of summer) then its been snuffed out now.

Thanks Odin.

You signed your death warrant.

Whats that saying again?

He who tries to prevent fate is doomed to cause it?

Or something like that i cant remember the phrase.

I have more to say yet i cant quite articulate it. So im gonna end it here.

Also i am really in the mood for writing a oneshot of the day they caught Loki in Loki's—or maybe Sigyn's? Pov.

#Imagine if Rick didnt fuck up and made Loki sympathetic instead of abusive and pure EVIL #frey mcga #Mcga Odin #Fuck that guy #loki mcga #mcga loki #Love that guy. Girl. Sometimes horse #wolffox speaks #Alot she speaks alot.#More yelling actually #mcga #magnus chase and the hammer of thor #magnus chase and the sword of summer #magnus chase and the gods of asgard #magnus chase and the ship of the dead #Imagine the fear Loki felt when he was caught #Or maybe he didnt realize he pushed to far this time? Maybe he thought it was gonna all be okay.#Then he saw his sons.

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thegeminisage · 9 months

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i decided to make a list of 15 of my favorite plot devices

i think they're mostly in order but all things are subject to change. time to explain my passions

1. asexuals - self-explanatory. the best number one joy of all time is when there is an asexual person, canonically, and not just in my mind palace. so far no show has managed to do this except fucking shadowhunters (and bojack horseman ig but it's not my thing). i know there are people out there who can write way better than the shadowhunters writing room but i don't know why they aren't getting on this. tick tock. example: raphael shadowhunters

2. amnesia - notably different from dementia, which is depressing and bad (thinking about you, dean winchester). amnesia is only good because eventually they get it back. the best thing about amnesia is that it shows you who your Little Guy (gender neutral) is with everything stripped away from them including their sense of self. do they still go for the same kind of coffee? do they still click with the same people they used to love? can they still fight? what do they stand for? it's very rewarding when your little guy acts the same way without knowing why. it's also especially cool for action heroes bc they'll still be able to win a fight and it's like wow <3 fight scenes with emotional stakes!! also i love that it gives us a mystery to solve. sometimes a partially amnesiac character is amnesiac because they did a terrible crime. and they've got to solve it while accidentally working against their past self. fun! examples: fang from ff13. wolverine. why, who did you think i was going to use

3. brainwashing - for the same reasons as amnesia. it's the same concept: take away everything and who is your little guy? the real little guy is in there and they are working so hard to get out. also they will be sooo sad about all the crimes they did later. example: fenris dragon age. d'avin killjoys. and okay fine one other guy we're not talking about

4. enemies to lovers - what's better than two people wanting to murder each other until they don't......always a good side of bickering with this as well. main draw tho is the process of simply two people getting to know one another in the way that you can tell strangers things you can't tell your friends. it's more work to love someone when you hate them and with more work comes a better reward. also, sexual tension. example: so many. fenris/hawke. fenris/anders. botw link/zelda. john/aeryn. bonnie and damon if the cw weren't cowards and i don't even like damon i think he's unforgivably horrible (derogatory)

5. monster under the bed character - i don't know if this has a real name. it's like the One Guy (again, gender neutral) who has shaped the protagonist's whole life who is threat number one in any given situation. Primal Fear of this guy and all they represent is similar to how little kids are scared of the monster under the bed hence the name. it's not JUST an arch enemy or an antagonist it's like. the only enemy that matters. not a bad guy but THE bad guy. if you can boil someone's issues down and stuff them all into a single person and then also make that person scary. and then also they can fight!! fuck yeah fight scenes!!! if you're really lucky this will overlap with either somebody's parent or somebody's ex. examples: AUGH SO MANY. for dean winchester it's yellow eyes. for sam winchester it's lucifer. for fenris it's danarius. for jace wayland it's valentine. for dutch killjoys it's khlyen. for anakin skywalker it's palpatine. for derek hale it's kate argent. going nuts just thinking about it

6. reluctant assassins - crucially if they don't care about being assassins it doesn't work for me (sorry kassandra asscreed). i went into this in more detail here but your assassin simply Must be compromised in some way so they can regret all their little crimes later. otherwise what's the point?? this overlaps so thoroughly with brainwashed iedk if it should count as its own entry but whatever. examples: fenris dragon age. dutch killjoys. d'avin killjoys. elliot leverage. and the other one

7. two-person love triangle - this is a very specific sub-example of secret identities in general which ARE good except they're usually in superhero media and i am really just so totally fucking over the entire CONCEPT of superheroes. anyway it's when one person has a secret identity and the other person forms a relationship with their "real" identity and their "secret" one. and then they feel conflicted about loving two people at once and having to choose but SURPRISE it's the same person! i like this because it has anti love triangle energy. lots of romantic tension and none of the dumb fucking YA bullshit. (apologies to YA.) example: arthur and merlin (who is also "emrys" at least in fanfic)

8. 4th wall shit - when the piece of media is in your house with you. i don't feel i need to clarify further than this because dr gaster is probably spying on me as we speak. examples: everything toby fox has ever made. s*pernatural, sometimes. i also had a deeply haunted experience with final fantasy x.

9. last guy (gender neutral) standing - part of a team or group that got tragically mcmurder prior to the start of the story and this person is so terribly sad about it. crucially this has to be a side character whose relationships with dead people are more important than or equally important to their relationships with the current living cast members. character deaths you almost agree with because then at least they can be with their fallen buds. examples: auron from ffx, noel from ffxiii

10. immortal characters - for the same reasons as above but also they CAN'T DIE EVER so they don't even have that to look forward to. also sometimes they wind up being science experiments. examples: jesse turner from @cambionverse (sorry jesse)

11. evil doppelganger - usually this is in video games where they just take the sprite or the polygons and recolor them to be black but also you have some mirrorverse/au shit going on sometimes and then there's evil twins, and shapeshifters, and clones...i love when everybody gets tricked into thinking somebody is doing crimes but actually theyre just out here and it's their evil double causing problems on purpose and not even being the one to go to jail forever because of it. also, when the evil double has mind-reading powers or whatever b/s to 1. make them a better trickster 2. to make them better at precision-point roasting of whomstever they look like. also acceptable: when you little guy just suddenly turns fucking evil and/or gets possessed and you have to cure them to get them back. idk maybe that should go under brainwashing. examples: dutch and aneela. link and dark link. zelda and the puppet. soulless sam. demon dean. hullen johnny.

12. fire powers - WHO doesn't love a little arson...i feel like this is the same concept behind werewolves which boils down to "fear of anger" bc with anger comes the loss of control and the devastating fallout... your fire guy (gender neutral but idk any fire girls) has to have a lot of self control or they'll fuck everybody up. they're very dangerous! not unlike assassins. also, fire is pretty. bonus if they have done crimes before either on purpose or on accident. examples: jesse turner again, roy mustang aka the OG fireguy, prince zuko

13. big damn reunion - when two people are split up with little to no chance of ever seeing each other again and then they do anyway. this is why i'm never mad when they bring characters back from the dead. examples: i'm actually totally blanking on these, i feel like it tends to happen in fic so much more often. also i've been writing this list awhile

14. time travel - i love! time travel! i love when people see an apocalyptic future and go back and fix it (chrono trigger, ff13). i love when there's a stable loop (tears of the kingdom) or a paradox (song of storms in ocarina of time). i love visits to the ancient past (skyward sword). i love when there's just an actual fucking timeloop (s*pernatural). it's really good!!! examples: oops i just listed them all

15. body swap - last but not least i think it is so fun when two people wind up living each other's lives. it's more fun in tv when people get to switch which character theyre playing but it's good in any form because what a way to get to know someone and also the endless potential for shenanigans. examples: dreamless (webcomic), your name, various episodes of tv shows many of which are bad (s*pernatural's was extremely bad).

ok, that's the list. originally it was 10, then 13, then 15, so i think i'd better stop here.

#personal #liz loves writing #i guess #it's stupid to post this at midnight but if i stick it in my drafts for later i'll never see it again #i'm mostly talking to myself anyway lol

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mariaofdoranelle · 2 years

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Golden Tattoo — Part 2

Rowaelin Month 2022 — Day 2: Pregnancy/Babies

Part 1 (yesterday’s songfic)

I’d say Aelin’s giving off if I bleed you’ll be the last to know energy but she’s definitely not bleeding in this lol

Warnings: mentions of sex, language,

Word count: 2,4k

⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹

Aelin’s whole body was shaking as her arms tried to reach her lifted feet.

“Buzzard... you’ll never... choose... our Sunday activity... again,” she panted.

The effortless bastard just chuckled at her misery. “The next one is our last. Just lay down with your feet apart and close your eyes.”

“That’s it?” she asked when he didn’t correct her position.

“Yep, just close your eyes. It’s the Corpse Pose. Now we meditate.”

Aelin hummed. She might hate yoga less than she thought. It was like her body was melting into Rowan’s mat. As her muscles loosened, she finally started feeling comfortable and clear-headed. Aelin Galathynius, kicking meditation’s ass.

~~~~

She woke up with the sound of the front door closing. When did she get in her bed? Looking for the source of the sound, Aelin found Rowan in the kitchen, filled with bags.

“You went to the supermarket without me?”

Rowan kissed her. “I didn’t want to wake you up. Can we talk later?”

Aelin swallowed, nodded and started putting the vegetables in the fridge, but stopped as soon as she felt nauseous again. Deep breaths. It’d be fine. Rowan was quick to notice something was wrong, and told her to rest while he organized the kitchen and made lunch for them.

She decided to sit on the couch and look at Rowan’s progress in Animal Crossing. Ever since they won this video game—and have been fucking around the house, she briefly thought—, Aelin only played with it twice, but her roommate seemed to love managing his little island. Running from one place to the other, she just needed something to distract her from the churning stomach she had. Aelin closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She knew her body like the back of her hand, and this queasy feeling was definitely anxiety.

In the three and a half months since Aelin had sex with Rowan and then suggested they shouldn’t rush into defining their relationship, she spent her days either lost in his touch or worrying about what would happen next. Her stomachaches became full nausea on the last two weeks because of course her body couldn’t stand her mind anymore. Should she tell him how she felt? If she did, what are the chances he’d reciprocate it? If he didn’t, would things be so awkward she’d have to move out of the house? Aelin really loved her house, but leaving it wouldn’t be near as hurtful as losing Rowan and their friend group. Would Elide, Lorcan and Fenrys be mad if she broke the gang? Of course they would. It was so selfish of her to risk monthly wine tasting because she had stupid feelings. Oh God, what would Rowan tell his parents when she stopped showing up at the Whitethorn barbecues? Would his mom—

“Hey, Fireheart. Lunch’s ready.” Rowan kissed the top of her head and sat at the other end of the couch, holding her feet on his lap. “You’re looking a bit pale, is everything okay?”

Aelin sent him the most convincing smile she could and looked at their already set table, that today had two special guests: beans and dark green vegetables. With a frown, she asked, “Are we changing our diet?”

“That’s what I wanted to talk about.” Rowan started massaging her foot, but she recognized his fiddling tendencies when nervous. “I noticed how tired you’ve been lately, and it got me wondering if you’re having iron deficiency again.”

“Maybe you’re the one wearing me out,” she teased, and he had the gall to blush.

“I’m being serious.”

Aelin’s posture slumped. The worrywart Buzzard. “I know. It actually makes sense.” She sent him a small smile. “I’ll ask Elide if I’m anemic if you stop fussing, what do you think?” With the nausea subsided, she climbed on Rowan’s lap and kissed his cheek. The grip on her waist made her bold enough to start kissing his neck. “Can I thank you for lunch now?” With that, Aelin rolled her hips against his, making him grip her ass and claim her mouth.

Well, lunch could wait.

~~~~

On the next day, Aelin called Lorcan and found out Elide was at the ER. Perfect. She knew she should go to Ellie’s office for this, but she didn’t like it because it was too busy and the assistant, Manon, clearly disliked her. After asking for an uber because it would be cheaper than paying the hospital’s parking fee, the wait wasn’t long and it was pretty easy to persuade the intern into asking for Dr. Lochan.

“Hey, Ace. What does my favorite scary blonde lady need?”

Aelin gaped. “Is that how that dweeb described me?”

“Be nice to my intern.” Elide pointed a finger at her with clamped lips that did nothing to hide her amusement. After the mood sobered, she asked, “What’s wrong?”

“I’m anxious and anemic,” Aelin blurted before explaining her symptoms. Grabbing her old psychiatrist’s prescription, she continued, “I just need you to renew this and recommend iron tablets and I’ll be gone.”

Elide gripped the paper, frowning. “It’s ripped in two.”

“And taped back together.”

“I’m not a psychiatrist, Ace, you know I can’t give you these meds.” Elide sighed and handed Aelin the old prescription back. “Do you want me to run a blood test? It’ll be the iron levels and a few other possible things.”

Aelin laid on the cot and extended her arm. “Go on.”

After Elide asked someone to take the blood sample, Aelin was completely bored while waiting for the results. She read a thing or two online, posted a hospital story, had to explain to Rowan’s mom and Aedion that she was fine and it was probably just anemia again. The usual stuff.

Elide soon came back and closed the privacy curtain. “You’re anemic.”

“I told you—”

“And pregnant.” Elide’s voice was so soft Aelin could’ve missed her friend’s joke.

She laughed. “No, I’m not.”

“Do you want to see the blood tests?” Elide arched an eyebrow in that authoritative way of hers.

“But I used condoms like 90 percent of the time,” Aelin whined.

“First, those 10 percent count. Second, please tell me you’re not using those lousy condoms you used to buy on sale.”

“Do not insult Perrington Protection.”

“Who buys condoms from a company who also sells diapers?”

Nope. They would not have the same argument they used to have back in college. Aelin groaned. “You’re missing the point. My parents had bad, really traumatizing fertility issues. Me suddenly being pregnant doesn’t make any sense.”

Elide sat on the cot next to Aelin. “Does baby daddy have a history like that too?”

She froze, her heartbeat picking up now that she realized the depth of what was going on. Oh God. Rowan. His baby. On her belly. A tiny baby with his eyes and her nose or her eyes and his nose or even his eyes and nose because the Whitethorns all looked the same. The Whitethorns, who reproduced themselves like rabbits. Apart from Rowan being a single child, that was the rule, wasn’t it? She started feeling dizzy as the reality settled in, and she was definitely going to—

Sensing what was going on, Ellie grabbed a bucket in record time, giving Aelin something to throw up in. Giving her gentle pats on the back, she prompted, “I’m not mad you didn’t tell me you were seeing someone, by the way.”

Aelin sighed. “It’s complicated.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be here when you’re ready to talk,” she whispered while pulling Aelin into a hug.

After seeing her results and going over a few things, Elide recommended a trusted OB friend and soon discharged her, so Aelin walked for a few blocks until she found one of the many piers Doranelle had. Just the smell of her favorite ice cream shop nearly made her gag, but she settled on some street fries and sat on a bench.

Pregnant.

Aelin Galathynius, knocked up by her best friend. The situation wasn’t ideal, but if she had to choose someone to knock her up, it would be Rowan. Maybe because she was in love with him. Maybe because if everything between them went to shit, at least their kids would be good-looking. Staring into the river, Aelin sighed. Her head was a mess today.

From Ellie’s count, she was about 9 weeks pregnant. Aelin held her belly protectively as she remembered the baby was as big as a grape now. She was happy, even if the situation wasn’t ideal. And then she mentally chastised herself. Aelin had a stable job that allowed her to support Grapy alone. She was emotionally capable of nurturing a child. Her family would certainly spoil the baby rotten. Even if Rowan didn’t want them, his parents were always complaining about their lack of grandkids. But would he feel comfortable with Grapy maintaining contact with his family if he distanced himself? Dear Mala, she would have to move out of the apartment. If Rowan didn’t want them, that is. Which was a possibility. Aelin could move to Varese with her parents, perhaps. It’d be easy since she worked from home, but she needed to speak with Rowan first.

Aelin took a deep breath. Every possible scenario started with telling him she was having his baby. And she couldn’t expect Rowan to give Grapy his last name and become a family if he didn’t know how she felt. Which led her to the same dilemma of the last years. In plural. Fate was such a bitch, cornering her this way, she mused while sighing.

Leaning back in her seat, Aelin just let the wind blow her hair as she tried to process everything. The smell of food from the streets vendors made her remind of her mom, and she felt a sudden urge to talk with her parents.

Calling the person with the most predictable reaction to the news, Aelin grinned when she saw her mother’s gold and blue eyes smiling back at her.

Fireheart! Why am I the last person to find out you’re anemic again?

She heard his dad’s voice mumbling something, and he soon appeared on the screen by the side of her mom.

Aelin grimaced. “About the hospital, I might’ve discovered I have another thing.”

What?

“Pregnancy.”

Aelin! Being pregnant isn’t a disease, Evalin chastised. She started going on about how children are a blessing, until her dad tapped her shoulder.

Ev, she’s pregnant. Were Rhoe’s eyes glossy?

Fireheart, was the only thing her mom said, with a breathy voice and clear tears running down her cheeks.

Rhoe yanked the phone from Evalin’s hand, and she could see the huge frown between her dad’s eyebrows. Who’s the father? Where is he?

Evalin snatched her phone back, but her face was turned to her husband. You can interrogate the father later, we have more important things to discuss.

Will he take over his responsibilities? Rhoe shouted into the microphone, like Aelin wouldn’t hear him just because she can’t see his face.

When her dad put it like that, Rowan would. He was the most responsible person she knew, and this only made it hurt more because she didn’t want to be a mere responsibility to him. It was a bit selfish, but Aelin’s true desire was for Rowan to love her and the baby, and she had a feeling a part of her would break if he just asked about expenses and custody arrangements, letting her go.

Don’t worry, Fireheart, we can move to Doranelle if you need an extra set of hands. Evalin’s words snapped Aelin back to reality, quickly warming her heart.

And after we move, I’m gonna have a word with whoever knocked you up, her dad threatened. Or promised, she’d never know.

Rhoe! What if he ends up being a good father?

“Mom. Dad.” They were still bickering. “Mom! Dad!” Aelin screamed into the microphone, earning a few glares from the people near her, even if she was alone on the bench. “I’m nine weeks, and I haven’t told the father yet. Can you please not tell anyone until I figure out what I’m going to do?”

After having them agree with this and assuring neither she or the baby would die from being pregnant and anemic at the same time, she ended the call and sighed.

Aelin kept thinking, planning, running different scenarios on her mind until the sun began to set and she started feeling drowsy.

Rowan texted her asking if she was still at the hospital, and found her less than 20 minutes after getting the location.

There was no need to look at Rowan to recognize his deep scent and the strong arm that sneaked its way across her shoulder. She leaned in.

“How was work?” He groaned in response, making Aelin chuckle. “Maeve again?”

“I need a new job,” he grumbled.

“You do,” Aelin softly whispered before pecking his jaw. Rowan leaned back a little, tilted her face towards his and kissed her. It was soft, idle, and Aelin knew he was tired just by the way he was holding her.

After leaning back, Rowan gave her a silly smile and hid a strand of hair behind her ear. “How was the hospital?”

Just like that, Aelin froze. Her heartbeat was beating a mile a minute, and she hoped Rowan wouldn’t notice the sudden tightness on her shoulders. She couldn’t tell him. He wasn’t having a good day, and Aelin haven’t even coped with the pregnancy herself, she wasn’t near ready to deal with Rowan’s reaction too.

“Is it anemia again?” he insisted.

“Yep.” Aelin nodded. “Elide sent a complaint to the Doranellian Mineral Organization asking why does Iron avoid me so much.” Technically, it wasn’t a lie. She was anemic. But also pregnant.

Rowan chuckled. “Did she prescribe you a supplement?”

“Sure.” She did. Along with prenatal vitamins.

Rowan eyed the greasy paper cone she was still holding, from the food truck nearby. Tangling his hands in her hair, he whispered, “Is there any way I can convince you to eat an iron-rich meal?”

He left kiss behind her ear. A chaste one, because they were in a public place, but it still made her whole body shiver. “I love it when you talk dirty to me.”

He chuckled. “Can I take you home, then?” He paused. “We can also stay a bit longer of you feel like it.”

Resting her head on him, Aelin sighed. “I’m so tired. I just want to go to bed and sleep until my body can’t stand it anymore.”

Rowan hummed. “Sounds temping.” With a kiss on the crown of her head, he asked, “Cuddles?”

“Always.” That was promise enough to make her get up from the bench. Following her lead, Rowan held Aelin’s hand and took her home.

They’d spend one last night as best friends in a fragile sex bubble, and she’d tell him about the baby the following morning. First thing. No excuses or delays.

Part 3 is out!

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Lonely bed

Dorian stretched looking at the candle next to him, he promised himself he would finally go to sleep when the wick was dying, using candles for this sort of thing, surely another habit he picked up during his time in the South.

He opened the case to his crystal again, some lucky nights he would hear him sing, sweet little lullabies he kept close to his heart, but this was not such a lucky night. It was too late for such matters anyway, he wouldn't pine like a maiden on a book, not when he had to catch Up on his beauty sleep. But sometimes he just had to catch up on work, maybe that way he'll be able to go to sleep every night to the arms of the man he loved (well…arm)

He flickered a flame into existence on the palm of his hand and finally blew the candle to rest. Walking to his lonely bed.

Or that's what he thought until he saw Leah, laying on a window frame…quietly crying, probably trying not to wake Kaira up. When she saw him she quickly got up with an apologetic bow she tugged her pajamas with shame:

"I'm sorry master Pavus I was just…"

"Such formalities we're not even on one of our lessons, or an event we need to save face in…" maybe he'd need to use some other night to catch up on that sleep of his "Follow me"

She did as she was told, quite the rebellious kind she was but not with him. She followed him to the kitchen where he lit the room and walked to get utensils, some black tea, milk, spices…

"Are you making-?" she started asking

"No, no, no, you go sit and we'll talk"

Once again she did as told, got a little comfortable and looked at her mentor as he made some tea for her. She chuckled slightly:

"You remind me of my zaza" she said with a little smile "They also did that for me when I was feeling moody"

"Oh do I? Well I'll take it as a compliment, Ryann is a good parent"

"Did you learn this from your mom too?"

"Well…more or less, I got it from my mother in law…my mother, she would make the sl- the servants do it, if at all…"

He placed the tea in front of her, and got some for himself too while they were at it:

"But we're not here to talk about me starlight, won't you tell me why you were crying your little heart out?"

"It's…it's really not important…"

"It's important to me"

She blew onto her cup pouting, she wanted to be strong, she really did, but her mentor already knew her way too well. Also he probably got tips from her parents:

"Last visit to Ferelden I noticed how big my sister was getting…and that I couldn't hold her anymore…" she said

"Go on"

"And I…realized I'm going to lose all of her life…and my brothers too…and…"

"And your parents…"

"On everything I knew before I came here…Ferelden seems more and more like a distant memory every time I go…and I recognize less and less of it…

And there's so much I miss…I miss the mountains, and the cold, and the snow…

And sometimes I just get like this…"

"I see"

"I know it's stupid"

"My dear do you really think I of all people will judge you for missing?" he fiddled with his wedding ring

"Sorry I didn't mean to-"

"Non taken starlight" he rested his face on his hand "So tell me, what do you want to do?"

"I…I just don't know! Because even though I miss it I don't want to leave! When I'm there I'm so happy to be with my family but I miss the hot, and the fruit and you and Kaira"

"Oh I'm honored" she pouted at him "Sorry, sorry, go on"

"I'm happy here, I want to keep studying, I want to make a place with you and the rest that won't hurt people like my uncle Fenris, or Aeryn, or Kaira anymore…"

"Yes…me too…And you starlight, are such a brilliant young lady, I know with the right education you'll be one of the best mages of your generation"

She blushed from her mentor's compliment and sipped on her tea:

"This is really good"

"Well thank you, Adaar family recipe" he winked and she giggled

She bounced her legs a bit:

"Sometimes…the letters are just not enough…and I'm sure it's like that for them too…"

He thought of Anders and Ryann Hawke, waiting anxiously for their daughter's letters, how they ran to her every time they went to Ferelden. And his mind went to Vaelaan, when he hunched down to let their daughter run straight into his chest so he could hold her, and their late night talks speaking of how much of their lives were passing by without each other.

And what to tell this little girl when he was much older than her and still as lost as she was? Was she still young enough to believe adults had all the answers? Was she old enough to learn that life isn't always fair?

He was circling back through these conflicts until she just hugged him, he hugged her back, still a little confused:

"Thank you…I needed to talk"

"Oh yes, of course" well maybe in a way he dodged a spell, raising kids was hard

"Can I sleep with you tonight?"

"I don't know…" she looked at him with puppy eyes "Agh, not that…well fine, but only because you're feeling blue"

"Okay I'll call Kaira"

"Wait wh-"

But she was already gone, ten minutes later he was sleeping (well, trying) with two girls, a cat and a mabari. He opened the case of his crystal one last time and left it on the table. Still no luck, no noise, no voice…but maybe he'd wake up to it and that was still a blessing.

As much as the family he had with him at times like that, when he felt like he was going to a lonely room, and a lonely bed.

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rowaelin print for you: they have been friends since middle school or high school and they have both felt something for the other but never acted on it and Aelin assumed he didn’t like her and dated other people but Rowan was almost always single save for a few dates here and there but only when she’s been in a commuted relationship now they have finish college and have real adult jobs and everything Rowan asks Aelin out and confessed to always liking her and so she asks why he never said anything before and he responds with “I saw somewhere that you are more likely to end up with someone you we’re friends with in high school instead of someone you dated in high school and I wanted you forever not just from ages 16-18 so I waited”

friends to lovers, my weakness

word count: 1,321

warnings: some language, lots of feelings

Forever And A Day

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Aelin had had a hell of a day. A hell of a week, really. She loved her job as an editor, loved working with her clients and getting to read and discuss their work, but gods, deadlines were far too much stress on everyone involved. And it didn't help at all that the head of the publishing house was an absolute bitch. Especially at deadline time.

She needed a drink.

So she found herself catching a taxi downtown, handing the driver some cash when she got out and walked the last few blocks to her favorite bar, texting the girls groupchat as she went. Anyone up for Mistward tonight?

Elide, Manon, Ansel, and Lysandra showed up less than ten minutes later, meeting Aelin at their usual booth and packing into the worn, cracked leather seats. Fenrys was working tonight, and Ansel blew the blonde bartender a kiss as she went to collect the tray of shots and drinks they'd all ordered. Gods, the two of them were so blatantly flirting it was all Aelin could do to restrain herself from conveniently locking them into the bathroom together.

Several shots in, and Aelin felt the stress of the week slipping away, replaced by bubbly, tipsy laughter as her friends shared work stories and told awful jokes that only got dirtier with each drink. She'd just returned from the bathroom, having to pee or risk peeing herself from laughter, when she stopped short, a flash of silver across the low-lit, packed bar catching her eye. She'd know that hair, know the man who wore that hair, in a heartbeat anywhere she saw him.

Rowan Whitethorn.

Just like that, she was fifteen again, pretending she didn't have a crush on the guy she'd known since he was a gangly sixth grader who'd somehow turned cute. And not in an "aww" way, in a "he makes my stomach flip" way.

Just like that, she was seventeen, still squashing down her crush on Rowan as she dated Chaol Westfall for a few months, trying to convince herself that here was a guy who really liked her. And he did, he did like her, just...he wasn't Rowan.

Just like that, she was eighteen and going off to college, never expecting to run into Rowan during her first week at university, since the campus was so big and they were in different fields. She was the nervous freshman trying to figure out all these adult things while dealing with the sudden rekindling of her crush on Rowan when he asked her out.

Just like that, she was back in college, the few casual dates she and Rowan had gone on burning brightly in her heart, but not quite as brightly as her new relationship with Sam Cortland, who told her he loved her, who showed her he loved her. She'd forgotten about Rowan for a while as she dated Sam, let that flame die down into old friendship to make way for her boyfriend.

Just like that, all the memories of running into Rowan in the city came crashing back, along with all the force of what she felt for the man. No longer could she deny to herself that she loved him. Loved him for his quiet strength, for the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed, for the way he'd always been there when she needed a warm shoulder to cry on after she and Sam broke up. Loved him for the way he protected her, even just as friends, loved him for never pushing her to do anything she truly didn't want to do.

Rowan turned in his seat, his pine-green gaze dancing across the bar until it crashed into hers where she was still frozen in place, overwhelmed by the tide of memories that seeing him in the bar had brought down upon her. Aelin? he mouthed, pushing up from his seat, striding through the people in the packed bar.

"Aelin?" His voice grounding her, bringing her out of the sea of memories.

"Hi, Rowan."

For a long moment, neither of them spoke, just stared.

Then Rowan gave her his hand, led her to his booth. "Aelin, I--"

"Tell me how you are," she blurted, settling into the seat. "Ro, it feels like I haven't seen you in forever and a day."

He chuckled a little. "Well, I'm all right, I guess. I work in real estate, and good gods above, it's killing me right now. I've got three deals I'm working to close and two of them are going perfectly but the last one is--" He broke off to draw a long swig of his beer. "Fuck, the last one's going to be the end of me, I swear. Sorry to rant."

"You know I'm always here for you to rant to," Aelin returned, waving Fen over to bring her some water and a few shots. "Hell, I'm trying to decompress too, it's deadline season and if Maeve doesn't get off my ass and stop harassing my authors, I'm this close to throwing her out the fuckin' window."

Rowan lifted his beer. "I'll drink to that."

"I'll do you one better." Aelin slid him a shot glass. "It's tequila."

She tapped her shot to his and tipped it back, the burn of the alcohol sliding down her throat.

He whooshed out a breath. "Tastes like college."

She snickered. "Don't remind me."

His expression softened as he set down the shot glass, the mention of college bringing back the same kind of memories she'd been hit with when she saw him. "Ae?"

"Yeah?"

Now or never, Whitethorn. "Can I take you to dinner?"

She blinked. "Rowan..."

"Gods," he groaned. flushing red. "No, no, forget it, I'm an idiot."

"Yes." She cut him off. "Of course you can take me out." She reached across the tabletop, sliding her hand into his. "But...why now, Ro?"

His flush deepened. "Because I've liked you forever and a day but never had the balls to properly say it."

"You have?" Her eyes wide with shock, with joy.

"I have." He gave her a crooked little smile. "Fuck, Ae, I liked you since I first emerged from the puberty fog and realized how gorgeous and brilliant you are. I've liked you since we were just kids in high school, liked you when you were dating those other guys and all I wanted to do was throttle them because they'd never love you like I would."

Aelin was on the edge of happy tears. "Why didn't you ever say anything?" she breathed. "Ro, all you had to do was ask me one time, and I would have said yes forever."

"I--um..." His flush deepened even further.

"Spit it out," she teased, squeezing his hand. "You know I'll never, ever judge you, Ro."

"Well, you know how I was an impressionable young idiot?"

"As we all were," she laughed.

"I, um...I read somewhere that you're more likely to end up with someone you were friends with in high school rather than someone you dated in high school, and I wanted to end up with you forever, not just in high school, so...I waited." He was crimson by the time he'd finished speaking.

Tears--of laughter or otherwise, she didn't know--gathered in the corners of Aelin's eyes. "We're both such idiots," she whispered after a long moment, a grin spreading across her face. "Ro, I thought that you only wanted to be friends, since you never said otherwise. So I dated Chaol for a bit, dated Sam in college, all because I thought you just wanted to stay friends." She flicked a rogue tear off her cheek. "It's always been you, Rowan Whitethorn. My heart has always belonged to you."

His answering grin set her heart aflame. "I love you, Aelin Galathynius. I will love you forever."

"Save that for after you're truly my boyfriend," she giggled. "I love you too, Rowan."

~~~

A/N: and they lived happily ever after

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Tied Me To You - Chapter Three: August

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A story co-written with the great @morganofthewildfire

Warning: Use of alcohol, language, NSFW / Word Count: 6,800

Doranelle, 1966

The sand was hot beneath his feet as he ran toward the corner of their makeshift court, just managing to hit the ball before it hit the ground, setting it up for Lorcan to hit it back over the net.

Rowan had never considered himself a volleyball person, but they’d found a ball in the makeshift “activity center” at the rundown hotel and here they were.

It certainly wasn’t the nicest place out on the coast of Doranelle, the giant resort right next door proved that immediately, but it was perfect for their quick vacation to celebrate high school graduation. Neither he nor any of his friends had any real money of their own yet, without any real plans to go to college either. He and Lorcan had picked up construction jobs for when they got back, and Fenrys was going to be working at some car place.

Connall was the only one going to college, the academic one of the group.

Rowan’s parents had floated the idea of him going, but were supportive of what he really wanted to do. He wanted to open a restaurant, at some point. But that was for the future, now was just a time to relax. Probably the last time he’d be able to for a while.

On his parents’ dime no less.

“Rowan!” Lorcan called out and Rowan darted forward, getting the ball again as it crossed over the net right in front of him. Connall got it with ease on the other side, and Rowan hurried back into position to return the ball.

It was almost like sword fighting, back and forth, back and forth. He hadn’t thought about that in awhile, hadn’t thought about the only person he’d ever “sword fought” with. Something heavy settled in his gut and he forced his thoughts away, back to the game at hand.

There was no use dwelling on the past.

He and Lorcan ended up winning that round 21-17, and Rowan had wanted to pause for a water break, but Fenrys was a sore loser and insisted on an immediate rematch. Though the time he took flirting with a girl across the beach was plenty of time for Rowan to get some water, but instead he was standing there under the blazing hot sun, a frown on his face.

His friends liked to make fun of him saying he was an old man trapped in an eighteen year old’s body, with his silvery hair being the giveaway that he really was closer to eighty.

He was stoic that was all.

Nothing wrong with that. He just didn’t see as much in the world to smile about, it was just how it was. Though his friends hadn’t had to deal with the sheer disillusionment Rowan had, their lives had been normal.

Though his had too; he had a loving family, a nice home, a good education, everything he could ask for. But someone else he’d known hadn’t.

He frowned again, wiping at his forehead, sweat coming away on his fingers. He’d need to go take a swim after this match, cool off a bit.

Fenrys had chosen this destination for their trip, for the sole purpose of doing what he was doing already, strutting around shirtless and finding bikini clad girls to flirt with. Rowan didn’t really want to be involved in those antics.

In fact, he’d really only had one or two girlfriends throughout all of high school, and short flings too really. No one he’d ever thought of… marrying. Marrying, gods he really was an old man.

But it was true. He never saw the point of dating just to date. He wanted to find someone to spend the rest of his life with. He wanted their connection to be meaningful.

It hadn’t happened yet, but he hoped it would soon. It was customary after all. He would find a good, nice wife, and provide for her, protect her. Love her.

“Okay,” Fenrys said, finally getting into position. “We’re going to beat your asses this time,” he added, a challenging grin on his face, and Rowan rolled his eyes. But sure enough, the twins started with a spike that sent him crashing into the ground to try and keep the ball from landing in the sand. He skidded across said sand, coating his sweaty limbs in it as he successfully hit the ball away toward Lorcan. But he struggled to get back up in time, and Connall hit it right back over, costing them a point.

Rowan cursed as he slowly pushed himself to a stand, glancing out across the beach as he tried to wipe some sand off of him. But he stopped dead in his tracks, his face drained of all color.

This couldn’t be real. It couldn’t.

He must’ve hit his head too hard or something, must be seeing visions, because this couldn’t be the real world. Because she couldn’t be here.

She was older now, an adult just like him. She looked a lot different than he’d seen her last, her golden hair down in a single waist length braid instead of loose and unruly. Taller than she had been at eight years old, obviously, and her body. Clad in a dark green bikini, her curves were clear, and his mouth suddenly felt drier than the sand he was walking on.

But despite these differences, she still had that same grin, those same bright, beautiful eyes as she laughed with the two girls with her.

Aelin Galathynius had changed in a lot of ways, but it was undoubtedly and inconceivably … her.

He blinked, and when his eyes opened she was still there. He could almost hear her laugh as she was thrown over her friend’s shoulder, trying to break free before she was tossed into the sea.

The corner of his mouth tipped up as she rose from the water, and he damned himself for being so far. But even from the other side of the beach, Aelin looked magnificent as she yelled at her friends.

Eleven years, not a word spoken to her, and yet Rowan felt as if nothing had changed.

His heart clenched painfully, his lungs tight as he stared after her, not knowing what to do, what to say. She was right there, so close yet so far. Did she even remember him? What would he even say?

“Rowan!” Lorcan’s sharp voice cut through his foggy thoughts, and he blinked up at the other boy, realizing he’d been standing staring off into apparent space for who knows how long. “You good?”

He cleared his throat, trying to tear his eyes away from Aelin. It was impossible though; just like back then, she was completely magnetizing.

Her skin was fair, perfect and unmarked from what he could see. Different than the last time he’d seen her, when her face had been bruised. That day, he’d acted as if this was a good thing. Something amusing that he wanted too.

How naive had he been. And useless. Utterly useless.

“Whitethorn,” his friend snapped, which made Rowan look away.

He didn’t deserve a second chance with Aelin, not when he hadn’t been able to care for her properly. She looked happy, and if this was really how she felt, he didn’t wish to be a reminder of her past.

So he’d stay away. Maybe this was a blessing from the Gods, a sign that he should stop worrying over her and how she was. Aelin was fine and he could… move on.

“Sorry,” he shook his head, trying to get rid of the thousands of thoughts hitting him all at once. Every single one of them about the blonde beauty at the other side of the beach.

“What’s up with you?” Lorcan asked, throwing a glance at where Rowan had been staring at.

“Nothing,” Rowan said, passing a hand through his hair. “Are we playing or what?”

——

Hours passed and Rowan couldn’t get her out of his head. She’d disappeared after that brief moment on the beach, and he hadn’t seen her since, but the image of her smiling was stamped in his brain.

He dragged a hand down his face before roughly pulling it through his hair, walking down the path back to the beach from the hotel. Fenrys had found them all some drinks, and had organized a bonfire with a bunch of other people he’d met during the day.

Rowan didn’t know when he’d found the time for that, but he wasn’t surprised. He’d just been tasked with grabbing another volleyball, just in case more people wanted to play. Apparently that’s all Fenrys thought he could handle.

Or at least, wanted to handle. Which was fair enough.

But he cursed quietly when he reached the beach, the moon shimmering over the water. There were people, a lot of people. When has Fenrys had time to do this?

Maybe he could just… give Lorcan the ball and discreetly run away back into their shared room. Before one of the twins could see him there. He could fake a little food poisoning. Crowds weren’t Rowan’s scene. He didn’t hate them, per se. It was just harder for him to feel comfortable when more than five people were around him.

Too much visual information, too many noises, too many accidental touches. That hardly was his cup of tea.

His plans sank faster than the Titanic when the blonde twin waved widely at him, making him sign to join him and whoever he was talking to. In the dark, Rowan couldn’t really make out anything else than Fenrys’ familiar features with three feminine silhouettes.

Right. As ambitious as Fenrys was, even three women was too much for him. Rowan was painfully aware of his friend’s plans for the two weeks to come.

He wanted to find Rowan some… No, the words were too crude for Rowan to even think about them. Let’s just say, his friends didn’t truly approve of his plans to not sleep around and focus on finding The One.

The one he’d spend his life with. Why should he have interest for women he’d never see again after a shared night? Maybe this worked for his friends but Rowan needed more.

He sighed. It was only their first night here, and even if he managed to escape this little staging tonight, Fenrys would only follow the same pattern the next night. And the one after.

He never learned, or even listened to what Rowan wanted, too caught up in the allure of being young to stop and think about the consequences. Whatever, that was his own decision, Rowan just didn’t want to keep getting dragged into it.

Nevertheless, Rowan trudged over to where his friend stood, glancing over at the rest of the crowd apprehensively instead of looking at him. To his detriment apparently, as an all too familiar voice called -

“Rowan?” He froze in his place, eyes wide. “Rowan Whitethorn?”

His heart pounding in his chest, he looked up, meeting those turquoise and gold eyes that had haunted his dreams for eleven years. Even in the dark, lit up only by the bonfire’s flames, they were stunning. Her face, on the other hand, was ashen, like she’d seen a ghost.

He supposed he was a ghost really, some figment of a forgotten childhood. One she’d likely put in the effort to forget. He felt sick to his stomach.

“It is you,” Aelin said quietly, before breaking out into a smile. She stepped forward, away from Fenrys and the two girls he now recognized as the ones she was with earlier. And then she was running and jumping at him, forcing him to catch her in a hug. Rowan stumbled back a step but held on tight, not being able to resist resting his head in her neck, breathing her in.

Her legs wrapped around his waist and her slim arms around his neck as she laughed or cried, he wasn’t sure what she was doing, into the crook of his neck.

He held her around the waist, for support only. There was no other reason why he laid his palms flat on her skin and slightly pushed her body more into his.

He couldn’t believe it. Aelin was there, she was right there, and she didn’t hate him. This made no sense, and yet, Rowan pushed all these thoughts away to focus on the woman in his arms.

Because that was what she was now, a woman. Not a little girl anymore. For years, he’d tried to imagine what she would look like as she grew up, but memory was tricky. The longer they spent apart, the blurrier her face turned into his mind until the only thing he could vively remember were those deep, blue eyes and long golden strand of hair.

“No way!” she cried into him some more. Or maybe it was a laugh? She pulled back a little, allowing him a glimpse at her face. Her cheeks were wet with tears but what struck him was her smile. It was wide and shiny and utterly… perfect.

She was laughing and crying, both at the same time. He couldn’t help the chuckle escaping him. This was such an Aelin thing to do.

“What are you doing here?” She asked, still wrapped around his body. She didn’t seem eager to let go and… he wasn’t either. For purely selfish reasons, he’d allow himself a few more seconds in contact with her skin.

And with the way she was dressed, there was no trouble touching her. He damned himself for looking, she was Aelin. The girl he’d played with when they were children. But she looked beautiful tonight, the fire reflecting golden on her skin.

She was only wearing a bikini top, a red one that he couldn’t quite look away from and her hips were covered by a short pair of denim shorts. Every other girl was dressed the same way, or only in their swimsuits.

The guys weren’t covered much more either. They all were in swimsuits, and Rowan was the only one wearing a shirt here.

He shook his head, tearing his eyes away from here to look into her eyes. “I could ask you the same thing.”

She rolled his eyes and let go of his waist, her feet back on the ground. He mourned her warmth, her scent and her touch. But he was nothing if not a gentleman, his mother wouldn’t have raised him any other way, so the moment she broke contact, he didn’t try to seek it again.

Yet his face was on fire, a blush spreading across his cheeks like he was a young gangly thirteen year old.

Another arm plopped around his shoulders casually, and he looked to his right to see Fenrys smiling at Aelin, his flirting smile.

“You know this fine woman, Rowan?” He asked, and Rowan couldn’t help but frown. Especially when he winked at her.

But Aelin just raised a brow at the other boy, “Are you two friends?”

Rowan winced. He did appreciate Fenrys’ friendship, but he also considered denying ever knowing the man. Especially when he looked at Aelin that way.

“I’m his oldest friend,” the blonde affirmed, which made Aelin’s brows shoot up.

Rowan shook his head at Aelin, denying Fenrys’ claim but he didn’t have time to open his mouth before Aelin did, “You are? That’s so interesting, when did you two meet?”

Could Fenrys not read the sarcasm in her voice and see it all over her face? “At the young age of ten, I’ve been in his little posh life ever since. I’m working on having him man up a little.” He winked at Aelin while patting Rowan’s chest.

“Wow that’s impressive,” she said, with fake enthusiasm. “I’ve always wondered, what was Rowan’s favorite color as a child?”

Fenrys scoffed goodnaturedly, like the question was easy. But Rowan cringed as the other boy said confidently, “green, of course. What else would it be?”

It was his favorite color now, he was wearing green now for gods’ sakes. But before, it’d actually been -

“Yellow,” Aelin said, a small smirk on her face. “His favorite color was yellow. Because he liked the way the sun streamed through the trees in his yard, and used to stare at it while he was waiting for me to come over every day.”

Fenrys looked shocked, and Rowan couldn’t blame him. He’d never mentioned her before, not sure how to approach the subject. But he also felt a small sense of satisfaction at how much satisfaction she got from putting Fenrys in his place. Almost claiming him in a way.

“And before you ask again,” Aelin continued, crossing her arms. Her two friends had gone off somewhere, leaving her alone. “No, I don’t want to go find someplace more private.” Rowan’s stomach dropped at the implication. Even if she was clearly turning the offer down. “Do you even know my name? You forgot to ask in the two seconds we were talking.”

“I -“ Fenrys started to say, looking like a deer in headlights. An awkward silence formed, the girl who’d held his heart for far too long arching a single blonde brow. But the other blonde didn’t know how to answer.

“Aelin,” Rowan interrupted, giving him a reprieve. Her name was like honey on his tongue. “Her name is Aelin.”

She looked back at him then, her expression unreadable. Fenrys just mumbled something under his breath before meandering away in defeat. Off to try and get in someone else’s pants no doubt.

Rowan didn’t care, he was too lost in her eyes.

And then her beautiful face melted into a smile. It was a secret one, a fond one, and his heart clenched at the sight.

“Hi, Rowan,” she said, quieter. “Long time no see.” Her eyes left his to glance at him properly, and his own cheeks heated as she blushed, though she tried to hide it, her smile turning cocky. “You’ve… changed.”

He let his eyes look at her then, truly look at her. She’d just done it… That meant he could too, right? His cheeks turned hotter than the fire as he took in every single of her soft curves, the one she definitely didn’t have years ago.

He swallowed, forcing his eyes back up to Aelin’s only to find her as flushed as he felt. They both let out a chuckle at the same time, almost breathing in the same air after being apart for so long. “You’re one to talk.”

“I- Uhm, I was gonna grab something to drink,” she said, still with that smile on her face as she pointed to a table with drinks behind her. “You want something?”

“Let me grab that for you, yeah?” he said, not really giving her a chance to refuse. He would get the lady a drink.

Aelin nodded, “Yeah, sure.”

“Good,” he said, going to the table before going back on his steps, awkwardly asking as he winced, “You didn’t tell me what you wanted to drink.”

She laughed, and Rowan wanted her to do it again even if she wasn’t done yet. “Anything you can get your hands on is fine.”

He nodded and went for drinks, making it his life mission to find her something better than the piss-poor beer everyone else was drinking. He found an unopened bottle of tequila and snatched it before anyone could see it. He never drank tequila before, but surely it couldn’t be bad.

He grabbed two plastic cups before making his way back to Aelin. He stopped before he could reach her though. As she waited for him, Aelin started dancing onto the beat of whatever music was playing loudly on that beach.

He knew it wasn’t anything gracious, that it was just his childhood friend jumping and smiling onto some music, and yet he felt as if he were in a trance when he watched her. He couldn’t look away, and that was when he realized he was screwed. She shouldn’t look so pretty doing something so mundane.

It was then that he realized that he shouldn’t be feeling that way at all, that he had no right to. No, he should feel guilty instead. And gods, he did.

He needed to apologize, before this went any further. Whatever this was.

Rowan cleared his throat as he took the last few steps toward her, handing her one of the drinks as she kept dancing, swaying to the music. Rowan didn’t know how Fenrys had managed to hook up enough speakers to get the music out here, if he was leeching from the record player out by the pool or not, but that wasn’t important right now.

“Aelin,” he said, and she must’ve heard something in his voice because she paused, tilting her head at him. “I want to apologize,” he added, and he knew he must look tragic.

“Ah,” Aelin said, pursing her lips. “Rowan it’s-“

“I should've known,” he said in a rush, “I should’ve done something about it, I-“

“You were seven years old,” she interrupted, her voice a bit short. “You couldn’t have done anything even if you understood. But it’s fine, it’s in the past. No use dwelling on it now.” She threw back the shot of tequila expertly, leaving him half wondering how she was seemingly so experienced at that at such a young age.

Especially as he attempted to do the same thing, leaving him coughing roughly. His throat was on fire.

Aelin just laughed, her good mood returned as she reached forward, patting him on the back. “Let’s go get you some water and then sit down somewhere. I want to know everything I missed out on over the years.”

------

They ended up finding a quieter spot farther away from the crowd, tucked more up under the palm trees. Their cheap hotel’s cafe was behind them, the bright pink and white striped awning visible through the trees, but it was late, so it was dark, most inhabitants either trying to fall asleep and cursing at “those darn kids” for keeping them up, or they were out here drinking.

Next door, several hundred yards away from them, with clear separation to keep the “lower class” out, was the fancy resort he’d seen earlier playing volleyball. Some soft lights were coming from up by where he supposed the pool was, but besides that, it was peaceful. Just muffled noise from the crowd, and the soothing crash of the ocean waves.

And Aelin.

They’d first sat down side by side, both of them nursing shitty beers, but in the span of them talking, she’d ended up practically on his lap. Her legs were hooked over his, their shoulders bumping, so close he could feel her breath whenever she laughed.

They’d talked about all the time they’d spent apart from each other, though it was mostly him. He hadn’t missed the way she’d dodge questions, or redirect things back to his life. All Rowan really had picked up on from her was: she’d moved up north, closer to the city after leaving when she was young; she was here with her two best friends, Lysandra and Ansel; and she’d moved out the day she turned eighteen, living alone, but far away from Perrington.

And that was all.

He didn’t want to pry, or push, since that was clearly all she wanted to say, but he could tell that there was still hurt in her eyes, no matter how much she insisted the past was in the past.

Rowan just pulled her closer, electrified by the feel of her bare skin against his hand. He tried to blame the warmth coursing through him on the alcohol, but that was a joke. It was her.

If there was one thing he knew for certain, it was that the feelings he had for his childhood best friend had taken a new form. But they were just as strong as they had been before.

Being here with her, it felt right. In a way it had never been with any other girl he’d ever taken out. And the intensity of that scared him, but at the same time, he felt completely safe.

Aelin sighed and rested her head on his shoulder, dragging him out of his thoughts. “I can’t believe we ended up here at the same time. What are the chances of that?” She asked quietly, her cerulean eyes watching the water in front of them.

He combed his fingers loosely through the ends of her golden hair, reveling in her presence. “Maybe the universe wanted us to meet again,” he said, unable to resist turning and pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head. He waited, worried, to see her reaction, but if anything she just snuggled into him more.

“You think the gods had anything to do with this?” Aelin asked, and he caught a hint of bitterness in her voice.

“Maybe,” Rowan replied, “maybe not.” He looked down at her, catching her gaze as she looked up at him. “All I know is we’re here, and I feel like I need to be praising something for letting me find you again.”

His voice faded into a whisper, and his heart pounded at the electricity nearly crackling between them, sparking at the few inches between their faces. Her lips looked so soft, so warm, and he wondered what they’d feel like if he crossed those few inches and kissed them. What she’d feel like if he pulled her even closer, pressing her soft curves against his sharp lines.

What she’d taste like.

Aelin looked like she felt the tension too, her eyes dark as she looked at him, shifting so she was nearly straddling him. Their beers lay abandoned next to them, and his hand came up to cup her cheek, his thumb caressing her cheekbone, where that bruise had been all those years ago.

“Rowan,” she breathed, leaning in, and he nearly lost his control right then. But a raucous cheer by the fire burst the bubble they were in and he pulled back, clearing his throat. Hurt flashed in her eyes and he immediately regretted the move.

“I’m sorry,” she started to apologize, putting space between their bodies. But Rowan wasn’t having it. Before she could get too far, he used his hold on her cheek to pull her back in, pressing her lips to his before he could change his mind.

Aelin melted against him, her shoulders sagged and her breath left her as Rowan lips could finally taste hers. And she tasted… She tasted like gold, like the sun. She tasted the way he imagined perfection would taste like.

He almost pulled back at her lack of action, but before he could realize it, Aelin had her hand against the nape of his neck and pressed herself closer to him.

It wasn’t his first kiss, and yet it felt like it was.

It ripped up everything he’d thought he’d known about kissing, everything he’d thought he’d known about love. Even if she was just as tentative as him, nothing he’d ever experienced could compare to this.

And he’d almost thrown it all away.

The thought made him pause, and she pulled back, looking up at him in question.

“I saw you earlier,” Rowan admitted, glancing away from her mesmerizing face. “Down here at the beach, I was playing volleyball and I saw you with your friends.” He gestured idly down toward the water. “I recognized you, but I decided not to say hello because,” he huffed, “I don’t know why really, but -“

“Rowan,” Aelin interrupted, a hand on his cheek. “Don’t apologize. In fact, maybe it would’ve been better if that was the end of it. But we can enjoy each other’s company now before you realize how much of a mistake you’re making with me.”

He frowned at the statement, but she distracted him from addressing it by pressing another heart stopping kiss to his lips.

A soft one this time, gentle. Over before it began, and then she was cuddling into him. Rowan leaned back a little and she turned to lean back against him and face the water, tucked between his legs.

It was a peaceful moment, and he didn’t feel the need to fill it with conversation, just reveling in the quiet with her. Quiet punctuated by sounds from the party, but it didn’t matter. They were in their own little world.

He used one arm to hold them up, but the other he hooked loosely around Aelin’s waist. She leaned her head back against his shoulder and looked up at the stars.

“What do you love the most about the world?” She asked after a moment, her voice contemplative. His thumb caressed her bare skin idly as he thought of an answer.

“The people in it,” Rowan finally settled on. “Even if it all goes to shit, we have each other.”

He expected her to answer, but she stayed silent. And it made him wonder if she had a different view. He wouldn’t be surprised, with everything she’d gone through.

And he didn’t even know the half of it.

So he decided to change topics.

“I found out what I want to do with my life,” he said, remembering that time she’d asked him long ago. “I want to be a chef, I want to open my own restaurant.”

“Yeah?” She asked, turning her head to look at him. He hummed and nodded in confirmation. “You’ll have to cook something for me, just so I can say if your dream is realistic or not.”

He leaned in and nipped at her nose with his teeth, she tried to push him away as she giggled but she wasn’t strong enough. He let his forehead rest against hers, the moon bright enough to allow him the vision of her blue and golden eyes. “Smartass,” he whispered in the quiet, calm space between them. “Do you?” He asked. “Have any idea, I mean.”

She looked away for a second before capturing his attention once more when she looked at him. Her bottom lip was tucked between her teeth, her grin announcing trouble. “I do.”

“Tell me,” he demanded quietly, afraid that if he spoke too loud, the moment would shatter into millions of pieces.

“I want to kiss you.”

His heart fluttered at that, a blush staining his cheeks once more. His breathing was coming short as he said, “Very good plan, but I meant with the rest of your life.”

She grinned, a sparkle lightning in her eyes. “I know you did.”

He captured her lips into a kiss, leaving his fears and insecurities behind. For years he’d only thought about what her lips would taste like, and now that she was here in his arms… He would make the most of it.

Aelin gasped at the intensity of his lips against hers, her lips parting and allowing his tongue to slip into her mouth. Her lips were soft against his, her soft curves pressing against his body.

She was so distracting he barely noticed the lack of music from further down the beach. No, Aelin was much more interesting than a party he didn’t want to attend.

She rose on her knees, holding his shoulders as she faced him. When she pulled back, Rowan could only be mesmerised at the way her hair moved in the weak wind, how he had to look up to look her in the eyes.

She was so beautiful.

There was a brief pause as they both caught their breaths but then they were kissing again, her body pressed into his. His arms went to her waist, holding her tight as he slanted his mouth over hers, breathing in her air.

Eventually, he maneuvered them over, laying her down on the sand, but that’s where his confidence failed him. Looking down at her, her lips swollen from his kisses, her golden hair sprawled out along the sand, her eyes dark with lust, he knew he wanted to go further. It was Aelin, he trusted her.

Yet- he felt vulnerable. Would she laugh at him if he told her he’d never done this before? What would she think?

No matter what, though, he had to tell her. At least so she was aware that he really had no idea what the hell he was doing.

“Aelin, I-“ he sucked in a shaky breath. But she shook her head, smiling shyly up at him.

“I haven’t either,” she admitted, and shock coursed through him. “We’ll figure it out together?” She asked, and Rowan nodded, a new sense of calm replacing the surprise. A quick glance over revealed the party had dwindled down to nothing, they’d been talking that long, and while a beach wasn’t ideal, it was the most privacy they’d probably get considering the rooms they shared with their friends.

“Together,” he whispered, and he felt something shift in the air. Especially as he leaned down and kissed her again, tentatively but deeply, his hands lacing with hers by her head.

Heat raced through him, and he groaned into her mouth when she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

He let go of one hand, daring to place it on her bare stomach, sliding carefully up toward her bathing suit top. And it was her turn to groan as he brushed that hand across one covered breast, giving him the confidence to apply more pressure, reveling in the gasp she let out as he squeezed.

Rowan broke their kiss to trail down her jaw to her neck, nipping at the delicate skin there. Her free hand clutched at the fabric of his shirt, sliding it up just slightly, and he took the sign to lean back and pull it all the way off, tossing it to the side.

“Gods,” Aelin sighed, looking at his bare chest, and the brief embarrassment he’d felt disappeared. Though he blushed when she smirked up at him. “Are you going to take off the rest, too?”

He chuckled, feeling bold enough to tease her back. “Only if you do,” he said, watching as she tucked her bottom lip between her teeth, sitting up a little bit as she reached for the ties of her bathing suit, deftly untying it and tossing it to the side like his shirt. His eyes went wide at the sight in front of him.

“You look so…” he breathed, swallowing and allowing his eyes to stay on that part of her body for one more second before he turned his gaze back on her eyes. “Beautiful.”

She grabbed the back of his neck and crashed their lips together. They fell back onto the beach, their chests pressing together, Aelin gasping at the contact.

He broke the kiss, leaving Aelin panting underneath his body as he started kissing down her neck. Her skin tasted salty under his lips, he couldn’t get enough. From the way she grabbed tightly on his shoulders, she seemed to feel the same way.

As he kissed lower and lower, Aelin’s nails marked their claim onto his skin. Branding him. He stood on his knees, leaning over her and his breath on her chest.

He looked up to find her eyes wide open, her brows furrowed and lips parted. She looked magnificent. She swallowed, containing himself. “Can I?”

She nodded urgently, her hand on his shoulder pushing him closer to her skin. He couldn’t help his chuckle as he grabbed her breast, shuddering at the intimate touch of her skin, and lowered his mouth onto the peak end.

As he tasted her skin, she let out the most beautiful sound he ever heard. She moaned, the sound soft and quiet and yet, it was earth-shattering.

She squirmed under him as he switched to her other breast, his fingers still teasing the first. He couldn’t get enough of her, it would never be enough.

He let go of her nipple with a last lick, starting to kiss down her body. He needed more of her, and he knew here to find that. She gasped when she understood what he wanted, and she was more than compliant when he unbuttoned her pair of shorts and slid them down her legs, along with her bikini bottom.

Her legs were pressed together, Rowan kneeling as he kissed her knees. “Is it okay?”

“You don’t have to if you—”

“I want to,” he assured her, placing another kiss on her knee, his hands caressing her thighs. “I promise.”

She seemed to see his sincerity, because she relaxed, allowing for her legs to part. When he saw her, his breath was taken away. He wanted to spend hours looking at her, without any barriers. Only Aelin.

He left a trail of kisses on her inner thigh, starting on her knees and ended under her hip. When he dipped his head between her thighs, Aelin’s entire body stiffened, her back arching and a hand grabbing his hair firmly.

And the sounds she made… Rowan devoured her with more intensity. He grabbed her legs, keeping them apart as his entire energy was used to make her do these noises again, and again.

If he thought her taste was addictive… It was nothing compared to how bold Aelin became, how she rolled her hips under him, how her hold on his hair was so tight he had no other choice to stay where he was, pleasuring her.

She wasn’t screaming the way he thought she’d be, but this was even better. Breathy sounds escaped her lips, his name a prayer on her tongue.

He’d never known anything better than when she shattered under him, her thighs clenching around him as release flowed through her. Eventually she relaxed, panting as she laid back against the sand.

“How are you so good at that?” She asked teasingly, her voice breathless. Rowan just shrugged, smirking down at her.

“Want to see what else I’m good at?” He asked, and she laughed as she nodded, reaching down for his bathing suit bottoms.

An idea struck him and he dug into the pockets really quickly, pulling out a condom Fenrys had stuffed in there earlier in the day with a wink.

And then it was all happening so quickly, his bathing suit was gone, the condom was on, and he was left staring into her eyes as he hovered over her, his heart pounding.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked, tucking a piece of her sweaty hair behind her ear.

“Yes,” Aelin said with a nod. She raised a hand to cup his cheek, “I trust you, Rowan.”

Trust. She trusted him. Did she know how much it meant to him?

He captured her lips in a kiss, her leg wrapped around his waist. He held her there, and slowly slipped in her. She gasped, her lips parting and her head thrown back with her eyes squeezed shut.

Rowan was panting into her neck, adjusting to the feeling. He rose on his elbow, looking at her. She looked… in pain. “Are you alright?”

She nodded, wrapping her arms around his neck and bringing their face together. “Please, keep going,” she asked, capturing his lips into a kiss. But Rowan didn’t, not right away.

He kissed her, pretending he wasn’t dying inside. But her comfort was the most important thing, what he wanted to focus on.

It was just when Aelin started rolling her hips that he started moving. And when he did… He felt as if he and Aelin were one.

Each thrust brought them closer. Closer to each other and closer to that promise of release. He swallowed all of the little sounds she was making, loving the way she felt around him. And for every inch of pleasure she was giving him he made sure to try and give it back, trying to make sure she was enjoying it just as much.

It didn’t take him long at all to finish, but she joined him, clenching around him tightly as she fell off that cliff again. That overwhelming blissful feeling lasted for an eternity until they both came down, and he was panting as he opened his eyes, meeting hers as she looked up at him.

There weren’t any words in the world to describe what passed between them in that moment, nothing that would do that feeling justice.

He pulled out carefully, hating as she winced. Aelin seemed to notice his worry because she pressed reassuring kisses to his shoulder as he got rid of the condom, staying close.

They didn’t need to speak as he settled back down onto the sand next to her, wrapping his arms around her as she cuddled close.

But eventually, her soft voice cut through the sounds of the ocean waves lapping up on the shore.

“Thank you,” she said quietly, and he looked over at her, his brows furrowed.

“For what?” He asked, and she smiled. It was forlorn in a way, filled with hidden depths of pain he didn’t understand.

“For making me happy.”

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contreparry · 8 months

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Howdy howdy, Ann! Happy Friday! How about a prompt from your romantic yearning list, for anyone? "i sleep better when you’re around". (I'm partial to the modern thedas roommates AU, but I love your writing in general!) Have fun!

Here’s more Fenders from the modern!Thedas AU for @dadrunkwriting !

The strange thing about Fenris was how easily he fit into the cracks in Anders’ life.

Nothing about Anders’ living situation really changed when he moved into Fenris’ place. Sure, he wasn’t in his old flat and his commute was cut down by a good ten minutes, but his lifestyle hadn’t changed much at all. He worked long hours, took care of his cat, did his volunteer jobs, spent time with his friends, fought with Fenris regularly, and the world kept spinning.

But things did change. They were small at first: Fenris offered grumbled commentary like “your coffee mug is ridiculous” in the morning, or raised his eyebrow when Anders shoved a sugar-glazed pastry into his mouth and jammed the crinkly silver wrapper into the pocket of his scrubs. Then slightly bigger things happened: Fenris got him a replacement cat mug when Pounce knocked one off the counter. Fenris moved the cat tree into the sunlight so Pounce could sleep in his hammock while basking. Fenris left out fresh fruit to accompany Anders’ toaster pastries.

And then Anders bought Fenris a plane ticket so the man could take care of his mother when she fell ill and their worlds fundamentally shifted. He couldn’t see Fenris as a combative asshole anymore. Or, to be more precise, Anders had to acknowledge that Fenris wasn’t just a combative asshole who could sometimes have a good point about things. Fenris was… complicated, and Anders knew that he wasn’t the easiest person to understand either. So of course the moment the two of them weren’t ignoring each other or starting up petty fights, the moment they were actually on the same page and were starting to get along-

Well of course Anders fucked the man! Wasn’t his fault that Fenris was handsome and good in the sack. But it was a bit short-sighted on his part, because the next day Fenris flopped out of bed and made breakfast for both of them. He complained that Anders left hickeys on his neck and the only shirt that would cover it was the “horrible shirt Isabela bought.” He walked around in boxers and a tank top and his hair was a nug’s nest and Anders wanted to make a scrapbook and document every last second.

Love was funny like that. Nothing changed, really. But everything had. Anders turned over in his bed, sighed, and grabbed a pillow. He scooted off the bed and stumbled around in the dark until he found the doorknob, then shuffled down the hall until he reached Fenris’ door. Pounce emerged from the darkness and trilled at him before winding around his legs. The moment the door opened he disappeared into the darkness, playfully smacking his tail against Fenris’ bare calf.

He probably snuck in Fenris cuddles without Anders’ knowledge, the little traitor.

“… Anders?” Fenris mumbled, his eyes bright and glowing in the darkness as he stared up and down at him. Anders clutched the pillow he carried to his chest.

“Couldn’t get comfortable,” he explained. “I… sleep better when you’re around.” It was nice to have Fenris there. It felt safer. And maybe Fenris felt the same way, because he shuffled away from the door and ushered Anders inside.

“I have extra pillows,” Fenris remarked when Anders took the left side of the bed and slipped under the covers.

“This one’s ergonomic,” Anders replied with a yawn. Pounce padded over to him and curled up behind his neck, as if he was apologizing for being a rotten little brat who sneakily stole Fenris cuddles.

“… hmm,” Fenris joined him in bed, easily filling in the empty spaces until everything felt right again. “Good night, Anders.”

“Night, Fenris,” Anders sighed, already slipping into slumber. Being in love complicated things, but that was tomorrow’s problem. He’d figure out how to fix it then.

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loquaciousquark · 1 year

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domesticity meme!!! 13 & 37

37. what would they do if the other one was hurt?

Ohhhhhh heavens! Let me dig into the ...how many words do I have on AO3 right now? WHAAAAAAT LET ME DIG INTO MY APPARENTLY 1,184,730 WORDS when in the world did I break that million word marker!! Oh--probably with the backlog I posted from early FF.net days--though now that I think about that, that's probably not more than 80k words. Incredible!

Anyway. The answer is they fucking hover. Both of them, clingy as limpets. Hawke hovers and tells bad jokes; Fenris hovers and gets mad. They're both protective to a fault--and I mean that, it's really not healthy for either of them. Fortunately, they don't get hurt much, and when they do they mostly heal quickly. At least the way I hurt them, anyway. Mostly.

Part of the problem is Hawke's determination to prevent pain for all others by taking all of it herself. She's the richest, the most socially powerful, the one apostate beyond Meredith's reach; if anyone poorer or weaker or shabbier than her gets hurt in any way, that means she, personally, failed to protect them and balance out the pain scales. Is that healthy? No! Is that going to make anyone else happy to avoid that pain? No! Does that matter? No!

So in contrast, Fenris's "keep your head down, protect yourself first" attitude provides some of that necessary counterbalancing. Also, if Hawke getting hurt would cause Fenris pain, it's no longer a perfect preferable option, so she can't default to that as her first response anymore.

Is this healthy growth? Ehhh, close enough.

13. favorite sexual activity?

Under the cut, just in case!

Also, fair warning: going to discuss Danarius pretty frankly here. That said, I think they're both reasonably adventurous! Hawke only had one long-term partner in Lothering and a few stolen kisses during the Meeran year before Fenris shows up, so I don't think she's nearly as experienced as Fenris is. I think she'd enjoy anything that prolongs the experience of the intimacy (edging) or relies heavily on intimate trust (light bondage, blindfolding). She also unashamedly loves being the center of attention and is perfectly happy to entertain herself while Fenris watches.

She doesn't get a lot out of spanking/flogging and would not find giving up all of her control a pleasurable experience, not just because of her personality, but because as a mage losing control of herself is possibly her most fundamental horror. I don't think she could ever let go in a sexual context (especially to a non-mage who will never really understand that struggle) without breaking part of her mind in the process. She's also completely incapable of taking a roleplay scene seriously, though I'm sure she'd try if Fenris asked.

That said, anything that Fenris likes is very, very high on her list. She very seriously wants him to enjoy everything they do, preferably with very little pain involved, and I think in the early reunion days she's almost overly focused on him to the point it makes him uncomfortable. Still, she's got enough natural selfishness that doesn't last overly long, and they find a pleasant equilibrium soon enough.

Fenris is so much trickier. I have some extremely complicated headcanons about whether the things he likes are things that Danarius trained him to like vs. his own natural preference and his struggles to figure out if that matters over the years, and I definitely think that extends to his sexual preferences. I think at the start with Hawke he's deathly afraid of bringing in anything he ever did with Danarius (because if Danarius enjoyed it, what kind of monster would it make him if he has some of those fantasies too? If he gets pleasure out of the same act Danarius did, is that not poisoning Hawke in the same way Danarius poisoned him?).

And the thing is, I don't think the things that interest him are even necessarily that exotic! I think he likes being pegged so long as he can see Hawke the whole time; I think he likes very mild D/s (both sides); I think he likes giving oral. I think he knows he's incredibly good at it on both men and women (see again: my beliefs about how Danarius deployed his abilities), and I think he finds tremendously empowering pleasure in applying these skills in a way he has chosen for himself, on a person he cares about, rather than on some object of his master as part of a dispassionate political manipulation. I think Fenris also knows he is very, very good at this in general and likes having that honed skill recognized by his partner; that it's someone he loves and who loves him is a new bonus layer to the experience. I even think he'd be okay with light binding eventually, though neither of them is ever going to be interested in shibari or anything like that. Still, it takes a long time to get him to even begin opening up about some of this stuff, even with Hawke.

I do think he has a major praise kink, on that topic. But God, it has to be done such a specific way to ring true for me; for me, the idea of Hawke calling him any nicknames which infantilize him or force shame is just an instant hard stop brick wall. Any banter, nickname or otherwise, anything that implies shameful inexperience (or shameful EXperience), lack of control, extreme youth/naivete, or otherwise undermines his dignity and pride, is just--ugh, please no. (I read a fic once where he was called "baby boy" for most of it and I just couldn't get over how much it made my skin crawl. It may work for other Hawkes & Fenrises, but man, not for mine.) He's scraped his pride out of absolutely nothing and for many years it was literally the only thing of worth he had, and even in play I don't think Hawke could stand to see him humiliated. On that note, I think Danarius used to call him "my dear," and Hawke never calls him that as a result. Pretty much other pet name is on the docket, though.

Other than that, I think Fenris also just gets a kick out of sex where he gets to enjoy himself. His control is immaculate and I think he likes exploiting that against Hawke; I think knowing he's going to for sure have a good time at the end regardless makes him more interested in holding out as long as possible some nights.

I do think Hawke has a marginally higher sex drive than Fenris, but again, she's perfectly happy to take care of herself when Fenris is either out or not in the mood. Thankfully, he's also completely okay with this.

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fandomn00blr · 1 year

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sappy prompt for you - "a bowl of soup" and "heart eyes" for anders/fenris?

Auggghh...they are just the most sappiest, aren't they?! Thanks for this! I really enjoy any excuse to get these two arguing about food...because yes, that's what this is really about. Just the soup. That's all... ;)

(Oh, and FYI, this is set in my retro-modern-futurish y2k post-apocalyptic zombie Dark Sprawl AU, but all anyone really needs to know is that Link=Mage, Facility=Circle, and uhh, Justice is benevolent malware...yeah, that should clear everything up!)

"Awwww…” Anders fawns over the steaming bowl of soup Fenris has just placed in front of him on the island where he’s currently perched, looking absolutely ragged after another double shift at the clinic. “You cooked…for me?"

"It's soup. I just opened a can and put it in a bowl and microwaved it."

"That's three whole steps more than you're usually willing to take in order to feed yourself!" Anders exclaims. “I’m quite flattered.”

“Don’t be. You look like shit. It literally is the least I could do…”

Anders seems unfazed by this as he takes a big slurping spoonful of the soup. "Ow!” He spits it back into the bowl. “Fuck…too hot still…"

Fenris doesn’t even bother trying to stifle his chuckle. "Try blowing on it next time, maybe?"

"Thanks for the tip.” Anders smirks. “Not sure I fully trust it coming from someone who only eats seeds and berries and other random things gathered from the forest for every meal, though."

"I'll have you know that I can cook."

"Oh?"

"Yes…” Fenris eyes him suspiciously for a moment, then his face softens a little as he explains, “It used to be a hobby of mine. Back when I had half-way decent ingredients available to work with…"

"Back in Tevinter, you mean?"

Fenris nods. But doesn't say any more than that. Which Anders has learned through trial and much error to take as a sign that he's getting dangerously close to poking at something painful. He's trying to be better about not prying too much, though it's hard for him, and for Justice, not to demand to know more about what, or who, made him want to leave such a marvelous-sounding place where Links aren’t all just rounded up and institutionalized and there are apparently enough fresh ingredients available to inspire even Fenris to take up cooking. For fun!

"Well, you've just got to be a little more creative here in perpetually post-apocalyptic Kirkwall," he says, trying to veer around it without completely changing the subject of Fenris’ cooking skills.

"Creative?” Fenris snorts. “You mean like Merrill? Bio-engineering chickens and hacking fruit trees to grow and thrive where they've no business doing so?"

Anders grimaces. "I try not to think about all of that when she gifts me a basket of fresh produce or delicious jumbo eggs. But if you're so dead set against using her stuff, I'm sure there's plenty of ingredients to be scavenged from the pantries of these abandoned estates."

"Years past their expiration dates, I'm sure," Fenris scoffs.

"Oh, c’mon! Most of those dates were just made up to get people to keep buying more!”

"I don't know if that's entirely true…"

"Fine. Continue eating your boring birdseed, then, while I enjoy these supposedly 'expired' canned goods." Anders takes another, more cautious slurp of his soup and finds it to be less scalding, at least.

Fenris watches him swallow it down with a forced smile. "You're not exactly selling it."

"It's not…the worst soup I've ever tasted. The stuff at the Facility was always watered down and flavorless, like they thought we might somehow be able to channel our connectivity through salt or seasoning and escape via our taste buds. This at least tastes like…something…"

Fenris grabs a spoon from the silverware drawer and pulls the bowl of soup across the island to himself with a frustrated huff. He dips into the bowl and tastes it, frowning.

"Needs more acid…" he mutters as he turns and heads back into the pantry.

He returns with a bottle of some dark liquid with a fancy-looking label in Tevene and drizzles it over the top in an effortless spiral, then passes the bowl back to Anders.

"Try it now." He steps back, bracing himself against the sink, and Anders can't help but appreciate the expectant look in his eyes. He seems to have stumbled upon something here. A hidden passion maybe, and the fact that Fenris is willing to share it with him…well, best not get ahead of himself. It's just a bowl of soup, right?

"What is it?" Anders asks, trying to temper the unexpected flood of fondness he’s feeling with a bit of feigned skepticism and his usual sarcasm. “Arsenic? Cyanide? Deadly nightshade?”

"Balsamic vinegar…very well aged," Fenris snorts, exuding so much smugness at his own terrible culinary joke that Anders now fears he may have unwittingly unleashed a monster.

He mixes it into the soup and tries another spoonful.

"Better?" Fenris asks, looking downright impatient now for his opinion.

"It's good," Anders drawls. But he can’t seem to resist the opportunity to needle him a little. "I think you could balance it out with something creamy…got any powdered milk?"

Fenris makes a disgusted face. "Powdered milk?!" He throws his hands up in dismay. "Are you deranged?"

"Creative…not deranged." Anders laughs. Maybe he is deranged. Or perhaps it’s the exhaustion hitting him now, or the relief he feels here, in Fenris’ ridiculous mansion, of all the places he could’ve ended up tonight…but seeing Fenris, who is normally so measured and stoic about everything, react so dramatically to a bad recipe idea makes him finally just lose it.

“What is so funny, Link?” He hears Fenris catch himself saying it, and he hears the hesitation in the softness of it. He hears him try to sharpen it awkwardly just at the end, too, but it's too late. Anders already knows it’s become a sort of pet name to him.

"It’s just…” He won’t mention the slip up. Not yet. It’s a bit too new and precious to him still. But Fenris is watching him with such heavy expectation again, so surely the situation calls for some kind of teasing? “Fenris…” he breathes, trying to draw it out a little bit longer.

“What is it?”

“I guess...I just didn't realize..." Fenris leans a bit closer, his eyes growing even wider with anticipation. "I had no idea you were such a foodie!”

Anders grins cheekily. And he’s pretty sure Fenris knows exactly what he's doing judging by the annoyed face he makes. But spite is a heck of a motivator…

“If Merrill has any interest in raising goats and making cheese from their milk, I may be persuaded to change my stance on her methods,” he tells him.

Anders can't help looking at him now with all the affection he's been trying to keep in check. “I’ll…be sure to let her know."

😍<- Anders (ok, me), at the thought of having Fenris and Merrill collaborate on a rotating dinner party schedule...

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ndostairlyrium · 1 year

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peeks >:3

Questions you said??

for Ela: Family, n6; Specific question n2, 10, 22.

for Hawke: Party, n2; Specific question n3, 7 (very important.), 12

for Ankh: Family, n4; Specific question n2, 3 and 8

Too many? in Eric Idle's voice

Ela:

6 - [Life, I assume?] Which aspects of the culture they were born into holds the most significance for them?

She was a noblewoman, but not a firstborn, so she has spent less time than Fergus studying for perfecting a role of responsibility. Being proud while acting charitable towards who's in need, I would reply. First one coming from her upbringing, second one coming from her religious beliefs - she claims she's not a believer but I doubt you can cleanse entirely from a cult so similar to christianity.

2 - [DA:O] How did they feel about being recruited into the Grey Wardens? What were Ostagar and the Korcari Wilds like for them?

She didn't really want to be recruited, her ambitions were different. Also it wasn't her decision and she fucking hates when she's forced to do something so massive without her consent. It was frustrating, to say the least, so she tried to read into it as if it was her father's last gift to her before they parted ways. An honorable cause for an honorable woman. That helped her to familiarize better with what was going on. Ostagar was terrifying, because she could see everything that was wrong with fereldan society in a smaller scale. The Korcari Wilds were haunting but at least it was a good chance for her to blow off some steam.

10 - [DA:O] What was their nightmare in the Fade during Broken Circle?

I think I already elaborated on this somewhere else, hold on

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22 - [DA:O] If your Warden survived, did they continue to serve the Grey Wardens? What is their life like after the Blight?

She survived and she continued to serve the Grey Wardens. Her main goal after the Blight was to find a role within the order's ranks, because she felt like her job wasn't done after all. What happened during Awakening confirmed this, so when the Mother was defeated, she started to investigate more on that, by traveling through Thedas to find more clues.

Hawke:

2- [Party] Which companions (or advisors) are they closest friends with? Who do they respect?

He's super attached to Varric and Isabela, being the ones that constantly offer him drinks and shoulders to cry on. But the real deal is Fenris. The two of them started to talk more once Carver got recruited into the Wardens. Hawke felt like he could really avoid to shoot jokes to lighten the mood in his presence, he became comfortable enough with him to just speak his mind and show - to himself first - that he can allow himself to be serious and sad sometimes.

3 - [DA2] What was their relationship like with their father before he died?

Actually, I don't think I've ever explored this! O: I think they were close, but there was some resentment because the twins weren't treated fairly. They both had to count bigger responsibilities than their ages combined in one way or another. Carver was being left behind constantly, Bethany was instructed to keep a low profile and act proper, as if they both were nuisances. He was the best teacher, but he wasn't the perfect dad - but who is tho?

7 - [DA2] What did they name their Mabari?

Cane Dog. Just Dog.

12 - [DA2] How did they feel about becoming the Champion of Kirkwall?

Would have been better if a salary came along with the title. It was fine, well deserved, also it provided him free food and drinks for a while. He boasts about it, but in truth he just doesn't care about titles.

Ankh:

4 - [Life] Describe their family. Who were they close to? Were there any particular childhood friends?

I often talked about her mom and dad, but I never mentioned her inner circle! She has four best friends back home, experienced hunters and overall cuties (except for Fern, Fern is there to look good and somatize). Two of them go back to childhood, the others came along later. I will draw them one day once the chapter is out and about lmao Are step-mothers a thing in dalish culture? Because if so, Deshanna would totally fit that role. Luckily, she's not a Cinderella step mother kinda deal. She was there when Ankh's real mother died, she taught her how to read and behave with other people, and she helped her being independent and responsible for herself and the clan.

2 - [DA:I] What was their reason for attending the Conclave?

To spy on the humans, mostly. She offered to get there to take notes and report back to the Arlathven, as an ambassador. Actually, she wasn't supposed to be alone as she would meet with others to represent her people officially. The clans needed to know if what was happening was a real threat and she was ready to go, along with others from different clans. Another reason would be that she urgently needed to change air because in her opinion the Dalish can be quite shy and selfish when it comes to interacting with other cultures.

3 - [DA:I] How do they feel about bearing the Anchor? For what did they declare the Inquisition stood for?

About the Anchor, she's torn between believing it was destiny, and thinking she was in the wrong place at the wrong time. About the second question, for her I picked "the Inquisition is for all" option. She wants her people to be recognized as equals (socially and bureaucratically), and at the same time she knows that's a slow process that will continue way after she'll die. However, she's trying her best to set an example, being a clever and graceful leader.

8 - [DA:I] What did their Nightmare appear as in the Fade? What was on their gravestone?

Already replied it here💛

The ask meme

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juulle987 · 2 years

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THRONE OF WOLVES

I’m scared of loosing you

⋆ ✶ ★ ☾ ★ ✶ ⋆ Fenrys Moonbeam x Niamh

summary: Hiking is fun, especially in the lovely nature of the Lake District, England, UK. But what if all of the sudden a portal opens and you find yourself in the world of ToG?

words: 4.2k

warnings: angst, mentions of mental health problems, fluff fluff fluff, Maeve’s a bitch, nudeness, Fenrys Moonbeam (that male is so hot, he’s a warning in himself)

note: English is not my first language, so apologise for any mistakes. This one shot may turn into a little story. Depending on how I feel.

One last time I check if I’ve got everything for today’s hike. Enough water. Food and snacks. Sun cream. Very important. First aid kit. Mobile phone. Power bank. Smart watch. All charged and ready to go. Shades. A change of clothes, and clothes in case it gets rainy or cold. Which I highly doubt, but you never know. You never know. I decided to hike my way up from the town centre in Keswick to Surprising View. It should take me one and a half to two hours. So yeah, not too long but one of the most beautiful hikes I’ve ever been on. It’s the last week of my summer holidays and I want to make the most of it before I go back to work. Hearing children cry, scream, poo and wee all the time. Gods, I love working in a nursery.

Before I leave the Royal Oak Hotel I make sure to book a table for tonight. I’ll be starving. I’ll need food.

I make my way up to Surprising View, and already the hike there is amazing. I just love being in the nature. It is a usually hot day and so I have to do a few more breaks than I intended to. I sit down by a small stream, take my flask out of my rucksack and take a big drink of water. This was so well needed. As I look around I can’t help but admire the beauty of the nature. Bees. Butterflies. Bugs. If I could I would move far far away, in the middle of nowhere. Just me, myself and I. But as I can’t, I’m enjoying moments like this even more.

After a while I get up and continue my way. When I finally arrive at Surprising View the view is literally taking my breath away. As it always does. No matter how often I come here. I already know where I want to sit down and have a break. Read a bit. Eat and drink something. On my way there I walk along all the trees until I reach a twin tree. Two trees grown together as they are so close together. I decide to walk straight through them. I’m even thinking about bringing a hammock the next time and putting it in between these two. It would make an amazing relaxing place for me.

As soon as I step through the trees something feels off. I can still see my surroundings but they seem to be blurred out. It stills feels as I’m here, but somehow not. I blink once and all of a sudden I’m surrounded by forest. A different forest than it was on my way here. It’s quiet. Too quiet. I turn around to try to walk through the trees again, but they are gone. I must be dreaming. That’s the only explanation I’ve got. I hear some weird noises and it’s clear that this is definitely not a dream. I’m sweating even more. Not knowing where I am. Or what the hell is going on. I take my phone out of my pocket - no service. Of course. After a moment of contemplating I decide to make my way out of this forest. After about twenty minutes of walking I end up in an open clearing. In front of a small hill. Well, that’s a start. This at least means that somewhere around someone must live. At least I really hope so. I walk uphill and as soon as I’m standing a top, I see a huge villa? No, that’s too small for a villa. A castle? I’ve never seen a castle before, but I assume that by the size… It’s huge. Did I already say that? I see something that looks like a street and decide to follow it towards the castle. I mean, what could possibly go wrong? As I approach the gates, which are golden, of course, I can finally hear other voices. My heart jumps in my chest at the prospect of help. I start going faster, making my way closer and closer to my current destination.

Just as I was about to walk through the gates, a huge white wolf appears in front of me. All I can see are his beautiful onyx coloured eyes. And for whatever reason I’m not even afraid of him. Do I like wolves? Yes. Do I even have a wolf tattoo all over my left arm? Also yes. Do I just want to get closer to him and snuggle myself into his fur? Fuck yes.

“Who are you?”

Did- did the wolf just speak? I feel like getting dizzy. The world around me blurring. I can’t seem to concentrate on one point to calm myself down. That’s when I see the wolf turning into a human being.

Next thing I know is me waking up in an unknown bed. As soon as I opened my eyes, I want to close them again. It’s just too bright in here. Protectively I put a hand over my eyes to let them adjust. Even though my eyes don’t want to work, my eyes work perfectly. I can make out several voices. Men and women.

“Who is she?” “Where does she come from?” “Why is she here? Have you had any letters, Aelin?” “No, I did not, Rowan. Did you?” “Where exactly did you find her, Fenrys?” “At the gates. She was just walking around. Trying to go through.” “I didn’t just try to walk through!” I spit. Not able to contain any of my emotions. I slowly open my eyes. I’m greeted with a women with blonde hair, dressed in, what I suppose, are training clothes. A man with white hair. His entire left side of his face covered in tattoos. And next to him…

“You are the wolf.” “You’re quite clever, little one, aren’t you?” “Well, I’m trying my best after being thrown into”, I point around at my surroundings, “this. Where am I even? And who are you?” “Why don’t you answer our questions first?” It was the wolf man speaking again. For fox’s sake! What are we playing here? Ringelpiez mit anfassen oder was? I roll my eyes and nod. “Who are you?” “Niamh.” “Of?” ”What do you mean of?” “Where are you from?” “Lancaster. England. United Kingdom.” “Where on earth is that?”

I wondered if they really are that stupid or if they are Americans.

“In Europe. You know, the continent?”

All I see is them looking at me as if I’d be nuts.

“How did you get here?”

So I tell them the story. All three of them just look at me. Not able to say anything. Until Aelin finally breaks the silence: “So you are telling us you came through a portal and that you’re from a different world?”

I nod.

“Do you remember where it was?” Asks Rowan.

“In the forest? When I turned around to go through it again, it was gone. Look, I’m really sorry to put of all you through this trouble. I will just get my things and leave. Thank you for your hospitality.” I make to get up, out of bed. I make my way over to my things and shoulder my rucksack. Just as I’m about to leave, Fenrys grabs me by my arm. I look up at him and once again am fascinated by his onyx eyes. They seem to draw me in closer. A feeling I’ve never felt before. He looks down my sleeve tattoo and his eyes stay at the wolf head. Then his eyes go up to mine again and he says “You’re staying.”

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It has been nearly a year since I ended up in Orynth. Terrassen. Erilea. A world full of wonders. Fae. Demi-Fae. Fae warriors. Witches. Whatnot. Whenever she’s got time Aelin teaches me. So does Rowan. I met all of Aelin’s family and friends. Hence how I know about witches and all that kind of stuff. But the one that is constantly by my side - and in my mind - is Fenrys. He really helped me adapting to the situation. To settle into this new world. I can’t deny that I’ve grown close to him. It’s like…

Something nudges me on my cheek before liking a big stripe down my face. I’m currently lying in the grass, enjoying the sunshine during this wonderful warm summer day. I open my eyes to see Fenrys sitting next to me. His white fur gleaming in the sun. A cocky smile on his face. I motion for him to lay down too, and as he does he puts his head on my chest. Demanding that I caress his head. This are the moments I enjoy the most. Just knowing that he’s here.

“I had a child yesterday at work… Holy!” Fenrys looks up as to tell me to continue. “They injured another child so badly, we had to call in a healer. Not to mention that their parents were more than just furious.” Once again Fenrys nudges me. “I know it wasn’t my fault, I wasn’t even in the room when it happened. But I still feel responsible.”

A gleam of light indicates that Fenrys is turning back into his Fae form. Butt naked. I roll my eyes and take one of his underwear shorts out of my bag to throw it at him.

“Last night you had no problems seeing me naked.” “Because you’re always naked. And you had a nightmare. Do you really think in that situation I only got eyes for your dick?” I raise an eyebrow, looking straight at him. He’s still holding his underpants in his hands. His abs beautifully sculptured. Muscles in all the right places. That sexy V-line going down his hips to his private area… I have to bite my lower lip not to act on some primal urge.

“Certainly you’ve got that now.” Fenrys replies with a wink. “Because he’s pointing straight at me.” His cock is standing in attention. I can’t deny that it isn’t a sight I don’t like to indulge in. But maybe not necessarily here in public.

“He likes you just as much as his owner.”

I can feel my cheeks blush. Fenrys and I - we are friends. He helped me to get acquainted with this new live and I help him with his nightmares. It wasn’t long after I first stepped foot into this world that I heard screaming throughout the castle. It came from Fenrys’s room. When I opened the door I knew what was going on. I woke him from his nightmare and held him, all night long. While he remained in his wolf form. And it’s been like that ever since. Sometimes I feel like Fenrys is like an older brother. On the other hand I can’t deny my feelings for him. I wouldn’t dare to act on my feelings. I’m too scared that once I allow myself to open up to him, I’ll vanish through a portal again. Never to see him again.

Reluctantly he puts his boxers on and starts: “Niamh, you know you’re an amazing teacher. It is not your fault that the other staff is incapable of handling children.” “But it would’ve come back to me. As head of the department.” He sits down and takes me into his arms. As soon as his familiar scent hits me, I start to relax. “Is anything going to happen now?” His head rests on top of mine. Kissing me briefly on my head. “I have to send my staff to a special training. And for the curse of two months there always has to be someone in the room supervising my staff. Means, if I need a toilet or go for my break or have to do other things, I first have to get cover.” “But that’s impossible.” “I know. That’s why I already thought about wearing nappies again.”

Both Fenrys and I start laughing at that. I can feel his vibrations flowing through my body. Listening to his heartbeat, smelling and feeling him, making me feel safe. Lulling me into a peaceful twenty minute nap. When I wake up my head rests on his chest. His arm wrapped around me, as my arm wrapped around his waist. My legs tangled with his. I open my eyes slowly, looking up at him. His eyes are closed but I know he’s not sleeping. All I can do is admiring his beauty. His wonderful golden locks. His nose. Those lips. I always wonder if they are as soft as I imagine them to be. The twin scars on his face. During his sleepless nights he has told me nearly all the stories about the Cadre, Maeve, Aelin and Rowan, the Valgs, about the time Aelin was in an iron coffin and Fenrys stayed by her side in his wolf form, how he got his scars and his Gavriel tattoo. The only thing he doesn’t talk about often is his twin brother. And he never talks about what Maeve did to both of them, but especially Fenrys. Nevertheless I can feel his fear and disgust each and every time he dreams of her. And each and every time I wish I could take those memories away from him. To let him finally live freely. Without the shackles of his past.

I don’t dare to move. Just relishing in the feeling of having him so close. I’m aware what we look like and I’m also aware of what the others think. I want to tell him how much I’ve fallen for him. How much I love him. But I can’t. The constant fear of being thrown back into my own world - always present.

“I can hear you thinking.” “I’m sorry. I should better be going anyway.” “Don’t you like me as a pillow?” I can feel the smirk on his face. “No, Fenrys Moonbeam, I love you as my personal pillow very much, thank you. But I’ve got to get ready with the other. And so do you.”Fenrys lets out a huff. Tonight is the yearly summer ball. You can compare it to midsummer in our world. But as we live in a castle, it’s more extravagant, so to speak. I try to get up but Fenrys pulls me back in. Both his hands now resting on my hips. “Will you allow me to dance with you tonight, my lady?” A smile forming across my face as I reply: “Of course, my Prince Charming.” Our faces are so close that my heart starts beating faster. If he would kiss me now, I wouldn’t find the strength in me to resists. But instead I pull away from him, get up, gather my things and bid him goodbye.

The room is filled with laughter, perfume, alcohol and all of Aelin’s female friends and family. Most of them are already dressed and dolled up for later. I can’t deny it, but Aelin in her golden dress just looks breathtakingly beautiful. Next to her, in my plain black dress I more feel like I’m invisible. Which I don’t necessarily mind. Less attention.

“So, are you finally going to tell Fen what you truly feel for him?” Lysandra brings me back from my thoughts into the here and now. I shake my head. “Why not?” It is Elise asking while she puts her long hair into a braid. “I’m not from this world. What if a portal opens and I just slip through. I’d loose him, I’d loose all of you forever. I- I just can’t.” “Oh Niamh.” Now it’s Aelin speaking. “I do not know how that must feel for you. All I know is how it feels to fear not to see your loved ones ever again. If you don’t act now, you’d might regret it in the future though. No matter what your future still got in store for you.” Aelin makes me think. By now I know all the stories about how they met each other. Aelin and Rowan. Lysandra and Aedion. Elide and Lorcan. Dorian and Manon. Elide. Lorcan. Dorian. Manon. Those four names keep repeating in my head. Two humans. One Demi-Fae. One Witch. The longer I think about it, the scarier it gets. Even if I should be lucky to never return to my old life, I’ll die nonetheless. Fenrys is 144 years old. I’m 27. He will live for nearly forever. I’ll die in approximately 60 years. Already now I cannot imagine a life without him anymore. How is it going to be when we’ve lived so many decades together? I have to swallow hard as not to start crying. I want to enjoy this evening. I want to dance and eat and drink. I want to have fun with my friends. Who, by now, are more like a family. With one last deep breath I straighten myself, as to signalling that I am ready to go. All together we walk from our room, in which we got ready, to the main location. It is the ball hall in the castle. For this event it has been decorated beautifully with lots and lots of fae lights, candles and flowers everywhere. The outside area is also decorated. A white fabric tent in the middle of the garden, decorated with lots of, again, fae lights and candles. Fluffy cushions and blankets are laid across the floor, making it very inviting. Some chairs, daybeds and other very comfortable looking sitting (or lying down) options have been added all around the tent. Torches all around. Making everything look like in a fairytale. Being honest this is how I feel right now. Like being in the middle of a fairytale.

As soon as we enter the hall all eyes are on us. Or maybe just on Aelin and her dress. Which again is absolutely gorgeous. Rowan is coming closer towards his wife, taking her into his and leading her to their thrones.

“Thank you everyone for joining us this year. As you all know I’m not a huge fan of speeches, so let the party begin!” And with that the music starts, people start dancing. Children are running around. This is amazing. All of my friends have found their partners and are either dancing, eating or having conversations with others. I look around the room but cannot seem to find Fenrys. So I make my way to the drinks. Can’t say no to a nice glass of wine. As I’m standing on the edge of the dance floor I can feel a presence coming up behind me. Shortly after I can smell the so familiar scent of him - Fenrys. His arms wrap around my waist, his head resting on my shoulder.

“You look … you just look breathtakingly beautiful.” “I’d like to say the same, but unfortunately I can’t.” He knows what I mean and twirls me around so I can face him. My breath catches in my throat for a few long seconds. He’s wearing black leather pants, a black button up shirt that reveals his muscled chest. His hair hanging over his shoulder. His too well known smirk on his lips. “Do you like what you see? Take a picture of it so it lasts longer.” We both laugh at that little joke. After I arrived here I showed him my phone and took a picture of us. One of my fondest memories. “Would you like to dance?” He holds his hand open for me. I place my glass on the table before I take his hand. He then leads me onto the dance floor, apparently just in time for a slow dance. It is by no means the first time we’ve dance together, but somehow this feels different. We are so close to each other, I can feel his breath on my skin. His one hand rests on the small of my back, while his other is holding my hand. My other hand is slung around his shoulder. In swift moves Fenrys swirls us around the dance floor. I’m so totally and completely lost in the moment that all I can see is him. Unfortunately that’s also the moment I can feel my anxiety and panic raise. It is getting harder for me to breathe. I need to get out of here. Now. I untangle myself from Fenrys’s grip and as fast as my feet can carry me I run outside. I need fresh air. I need to be able to breathe again. I find somewhere where I can be on my own. I feel like drowning. Feel like suffocating. I have to remind myself of my breathing technique:

Breathe in Breathe out for four seconds Breathe in Breathe out for seven seconds Breathe in Breathe out for ten seconds

I do this until I can feel my heart slowing down again. Allowing me to breathe again. But not for too long. Once again he is standing behind me. Watching me. And I’ve got no fucking idea what to do. I can feel that he his getting closer. Now standing right behind me. He doesn’t reach for me. He is just there.

After a while he asks so silently it’s barely a whisper: “What are you afraid of?”

I don’t have it in me to turn around. My hands are balled into fists. Then relaxing. Fists again. After calming myself down and noticing that I started crying, I turn around and face him.

“I’m scared of losing you. I’m scared that one day a portal will open. That I’ll never see you again. I’m afraid that- that I fall for you even more than I already have. I’m scared that-“ I swallow, breathing out. “I’m scared that one day I will love you even more than I already do. Just to never see you again.” My tears are flowing freely over my eyes. I’m unable to stop crying. Fenrys cups my cheeks. Wiping some of the tears away. His forehead on mind. Our noses touching. “I’ve been falling for you the moment I saw you walking through those gates. Since that day a year ago I never wanted to spend a day without you by my side. I want to spend my life with you. And even if I get to only spend a day with you, it still will be the best of my life. Niamh, I love you.” “You- you mean that?” “Each and every word. After spending a hundred years under and with Maeve, I never thought that one day I’ll be able to find - you. To find love. To find someone I can open up to. Someone who- who will be there for me. Whenever I need you, you are there. You are the one guiding me through my night terrors. Never judging me. Never pushing me. Niamh, I’m so utterly and completely lost in you. I’d be a fool to let you go.”

My hands, which were resting on his chest, now grab his shirt and my lips crash onto his. Fenrys kisses me back and the kiss turns into something more than just passion. It’s longing. Desire. Happiness. Love. Future.

Fenrys’s hands move down my body. Exploring it in a way he’s never done before. When he reaches my thighs and cups them, I know he’s going to lift me up and I let him. My legs wrapping around his waist, my arms now wrapped around his head, tangled in his hair. First when neither of us can breathe anymore we part our lips.

“I love you, Fenrys.”

Once again our lips and tongues connect and I can feel something strange happening within my chest. I’m so confused that I stop kissing him. He notices and puts me down, without letting go of me.

“You are my mate.”

My eyes widen as his words leave his mouth. I’m his mate. Now everything makes sense. Why I felt so drawn to him. Why I had to think about him all the time. Why I just can’t fucking be without him. .

“That is if you even want me as your mate.” “Oh Fen, don’t be ridiculous. Of course I don’t.” The way I say it he knows I’m playing with him. He scoops me up again and twirls us around. His laughter so warm and full of love. I don’t ever want to leave his arms ever again. I don’t ever not want to feel his lips on mine. I don’t ever want to leave this place. I’ve got no idea how much time has passed. And being quite honest, I don’t care either.

“Do you- do you want to go back inside?” I contemplate for a second before looking at him. “Naaah, not really. But I’d like to test your claim of your indestructible bed.” “As you wish, my lady.”

(The only way Fenrys and I tested the bed that night was my cuddling and kissing. I do know how difficult it for him, even after all these years, to commit to something as huge as intimacy. But I’m willing to give him the time he needs. The last thing I want to happen is me being a second Maeve. He’s my little Moon Moon after all 🥰)

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