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A thing for @orihharas !! Their character Rosette is featured here with her gf Marie! This takes place during last session when a certain painting came up. Marie was pretty scared to say the least. But her gf right there to help the entire time. 

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[kanochii]

Marking

Marlowe belongs to @paper-bridge

Nox is mine

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Being marked was nice in it’s own right, especially considering Nox didn’t think he would ever be marked by anyone, let alone someone he deeply loved. As an omega in a world filled with more alphas and betas, he often felt inferior. The Shepherds didn’t know that Nox was an omega, save for the medical team. He needed their medicines to suppress his heats, and he was embarrassed to share his place in the world with people. He was afraid of unwanted bonding and being treated like someone of lower value. So he hid, telling everyone he was a beta just looking to help Chrom in his army, and from that point he was respected as a tactician.

           Marlowe never made him feel like he was inferior, however. Marlowe finding out Nox was an omega was n accident. The ginger had been getting his refill of medicine from Lissa when the monk came into the medicine tent. While he didn’t hear the whole conversation, he did hear Lissa say something about suppressing his heats. Nox was embarrassed and slightly ashamed, but Marlowe saw nothing wrong with it. His and Libra’s clergy had Omegas and they were all treated the same, respectfully and like brothers. It made Nox feel better about his situation and he often went and spoke to Marlowe about his concerns as an omega.

           When Nox told his white haired friend he didn’t think he would ever be claimed, the monk looked sad. Marlowe found Nox very desirable, given the chance he would have marked Nox had their relationship progressed. But he, as an alpha, didn’t quite understand Nox’s complicated feelings towards the subject. Instead he offered an ear to listen and a should to cry on. It was then that his feelings for the hardworking omega began to take over. He slowly but surely fell in the love with his ginger friend and wanted nothing more than to be with him.

           It took the two almost dying several times and being whisked away to a new land to finally realize they loved each other. In the heat of battle, Marlowe had confessed his love for the tactician. He almost died that day, leaving Nox in panicked tears for a few days before he was healed and ready to be seen. Nox scolded his silly now dark flier for going off to die. Nox kissed him and held him, crying into Marlowe’s chest as he let out his emotions. He loved Marlowe. He loved him so much. There was no one else in the world he wanted to be with.

           It was in that quiet medical room that Nox was marked. He sat in his lover’s lap, his face pressed to Marlowe’s chest as he listened to his heartbeat. Marlowe stroked his hair lovingly and hummed him songs to calm him. Nox sighed deeply and looked up at his lover, uttering quietly his next few words.

           “Marlowe… Will you make me yours…?” he asked. Marlowe stared at Nox, wide eyed with a huge smile on his face. He nodded before hugging his boyfriend and whispering back to him.

           “Of course… Of course I’ll make you mine… That’s all I ever wanted…” Now felt tears pool in his eyes as he was held. He felt a sudden calmness wash over him as Marlowe said he would mark him. He gripped Marlowe’s clothes tightly and cried happily into his shoulder before he pulled away. Nox removed his tactician’s coat, letting it drop to the floor, before he pulled his shirt off his shoulder and offered the nape of his neck to the flier.

           Marlowe leaned in to kiss Nox quickly, weaving his finger’s in the tactician’s hair before kissing down his jaw and to his neck. He rested his lips on the nape of Nox’s neck and kissed it softly before giving it a bite. His teeth sunk in and Nox let out a breathy gasp. It didn’t hurt one bit, in fact Nox felt better than he had ever felt in years. He felt safe and secure as Marlowe bit him. He didn’t think that being marked would make him as happy as it did.

           Now, years later, Nox still looks at his mark. He rubs it when he’s nervous and finds comfort in knowing that it’ll never go away, and that he’ll always belong to Marlowe as his omega. He no longer hides himself and instead is rather proud of his status and is especially proud of his husband. He shows off his mark, wearing low cut shirts so that it’s always showing and even bragging about it to others when he feels the need. Marlowe is in love with the fact that Nox is so up front about his mark and also takes comfort in knowing Nox will never belong to anyone else. Neither one could have asked for a better soulmate.

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Missing You

Marlowe belongs to the lovely @paper-bridge

Nox is mine!

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              It had been a lonely day for Nox. Marlowe had business with Corrin at the Hoshido castle, so he was gone most of the day. He spent his time alone doing chores. The tactician cleaned their small but comfortable house, tended to their garden, fed their many house pets, and started the laundry. Since the Nohr and Hoshido war ended, the life the two shared on the country side was peaceful and much needed. Things were quiet and pleasant, Nox couldn’t have asked for a better place to settle down and start a family with the man he loved most. He was happy… Happier than words could even describe. After years of no contact with Chrom, the couple decided to send mail to Ylisse to let the prince know of why they disappeared and how they were doing now. Chrom and Sumia always replied, along with drawings and pictures from Lucina and Cynthia. Though he wasn’t ready for it, Nox one day hoped him and Marlowe could send things from their own children to the prince they once worked so dearly with.

              As the ginger set the rest of the laundry out to dry, he sat on the back porch of his home and read the newest letter he received from Chrom. It seemed Lucina had been sick and Cynthia tried her best to act like Lissa in order to take care of her. Nox couldn’t help but smile at that thought. Chrom then mentioned that Lissa was expecting a child soon, her and Lon’qu had gotten married only two years ago, but it seems she was eager to start her family. The letter mentioned other things about how life was in Ylisse now and how he wished for Nox and Marlowe to visit one day. The tactician hoped that he would be brave enough to make the trek back to Ylisse, he felt he could do it with Marlowe at his side. There was a letter from Sumia as well, containing her best wishes for the couple. She even included her famous rhubarb-and-fiddlehead pie recipe, she finally remembered how to make it. Since being in contact with the royal couple, Nox had been trading recipes with Sumia, along with a few Marlowe had found as well.

              After reading the letters Nox began to write a reply, but found himself unable to say much. He decided to leave the reply for a later date and finish the rest of his chores. By the time laundry was done and tending the garden, it was evening. Marlowe still wasn’t home… Whatever was going on at the castle must have been pretty important if he wasn’t home yet. Nox merely shrugged and began to cook dinner. He decided on a stew recipe Sumia gave him, one that could be left to simmer on a fire for hours and still taste fine. He figured that would be best if his husband was going to be late. Nox cooked alone, though the several cats they had rescued over the years tried their best help, and by helping they mean making a mess on the counter as Nox tried to prepare the food.

              Despite Nox’s delicate hand work on the battlefield, wielding a knife to make food was a task that did not come easy to him. He was clumsy, often cutting himself as he cut vegetables and meat. Marlowe, a man with only one hand, was much more skilled at doing such things. However, the tactician was getting better and hoped he would soon be as good as Marlowe when it came to cooking. After a few nicks in his hands and oddly shaped vegetables later, the stew was finished and left to simmer. Nox stirred it every few minutes until it was ready, then poured it into a bowl for him to eat. He sat at the small table near the kitchen, looking longingly across to the seat in front of him. It felt so wrong seeing it Empty… The ginger sighed as he ate, realizing how much he missed the flier he loved to dearly… He hoped he would return soon.

              After dinner, Nox fed his animals and prepared for bed. He drew himself a bath, using a bit of fire magic to stoke the water and make it hot. He melted in the warmth of the water, wishing he could share this quiet moment with Marlowe. Next time he went to the castle, Nox decided he would ask if he could come along… Being home alone felt a little sad. He soaked in the bath for quite a while before getting out and changing into his night clothes. He tucked himself into bed, brought out a book, and began reading until he fell sound asleep.

              “Aren’t you sweet, little robin” s soft voice called. Nox blinked his eyes open before muttering a small “nh…?”. Standing above him was a beautiful man with long, white hair and a smile that could charm dozens. The tactician sat up and rubbed his eyes “Marlowe…” he cooed, reaching out to hug his husband. The flier hugged back and kissed the ginger’s head, smiling contently as they held each other. “You looked so cute with your book to your chest, sleeping soundly… I almost didn’t want to wake you…” he said quietly “But I missed you so much I couldn’t help it…”

              “I’m glad you woke me… I was lonely all day” Nox said, pulling away from the hug to press a hand to his lover’s cheek. “You look exhausted… Did you eat…? And bathe…?” he asked. The flier nodded and crawled into bed with Nox. “I did… You stew was delicious, I see Sumia’s recipes are doing you well yes?” Marlowe said. Nox couldn’t help but blush and he nodded his head sheepishly before burying his face in his husband’s chest. The flier merely smiled and stroked Nox’s hair, humming quietly. Nox listened to Marlowe’s heartbeat. To him, it was the most beautiful sound. Nothing sounded better than Marlowe being alive and well…

              “I must have worried you… Being out so late,” the monk began “Lady Corrin asked me to help train some newly classed Dark Fliers… I didn’t think I would be much help, but it turns out they really took my training to heart… I felt good… It was nice to see Lady Corrin and the Hoshidan royals again… I don’t miss war, but I do miss them at times.” Nox smiled against Marlowe’s chest. He didn’t doubt the trainees took a liking to him. Marlowe could light up a room with only a smile and a few words. He was kind and warm, a person who wouldn’t hesitate to help you.

              “I understand… There are days where I wish I could make a trip to Nohr and see Lord Kamui and Lord Leo… I miss sparring with them at times.  But Nohr is much too far, letters make them seem close though, so it’s not all bad” Nox said in reply. Marlowe nodded, not saying any more on the subject before leaning down and placing a kiss on Nox’s lips. Nox kissed back, wrapping his arms around his flier and holding him tight. They kissed for what felt like ages before they pulled apart, both panting lightly. “I’m home…” Marlowe whispered. Nox smiled and cupped his husband’s face “Welcome home, my love” he cooed back, taking time to kiss his lover once more.

              The two continued kissing until Nox found himself under Marlowe. He pulled away, blushing hard as he spoke “Are you wanting to go further…?” he asked. Marlowe nodded sheepishly and smiled “If that’s what you would like as well, Nox” he said. Without much hesitation, the tactician nodded and kissed the man once more, now inching his hands to the bottom of Marlowe’s shirt to pull it over his head. He continued to help his lover undress and himself until they were both naked. Normally Marlowe liked to undress Nox himself, but it seemed he was struggling to do so in the dark. Nox at times felt bad for helping him, his husband was capable of doing lots with one arm, so he often felt bad for helping when not asked. However, this didn’t seem the case this time. The flier seemed happy to have each other undressed so quickly.

              Marlowe kissed Nox’s body and caressed him gently, taking things slow. This is just how Nox liked it… Having rough sex with Marlowe was wonderful, but he preferred the slow and gentle side of him. The white-haired man treated his lover as if he were glass, kissing him gently and running his fingers along his body, as if even the littlest of pressure would break him. Nox did his own work as well. He curled his hands in Marlowe’s hair and kissed his neck, leaving beautiful purple bruises with each press of his lips. The two continued on like this, soft gasps and moans coming from each other as their touches got more feverish and needy. Soon Nox found he couldn’t keep up like this and began playing with himself, often using his other free hand to do the same for Marlowe. By now, the flier was pressing his fingers inside the tactician’s ass, scissoring him gently to prepare for the next step. Nox leaned in and gave his husband a hot kiss before whispering “Marlowe please… I’m ready… I want you…”.

              “Anything for you little robin” the flier cooed back. Marlowe reached over to their bed side table, pulling out a rubber and rolling it on. Before he went further, Nox changed their positions so he was now sitting in his husband’s lap. “More comfy…?” he asked. Marlowe nodded and smiled, placing a kiss on the tactician’s cheek as he lowered himself onto his hard on. Nox gasped, his hands curling in Marlowe’s shoulder before he relaxed. “Be gentle… I want this to be long…” he asked. The flier couldn’t help but laugh, but he nodded and began thrusting into his partner at a slow pace.

              It felt wonderful. The softness of their sex felt refreshing and well needed. Both of them felt loved and wanted, as if they absolutely had to have each other to continue on. Marlowe looked at Nox, finding himself lost in the man’s beautiful pleasured faces. The ginger had a habit of keeping his eyes closed when they had sex, but his lips were always slightly parted when he moaned. Marlowe’s favorite look though, was when Nox had his eyes half lidded. He looked fierce, as if he was the ginger’s prey, and he would gladly give himself up to the man with just that look alone. For a moment, he saw Nox give him that half lidded eye look. There were times where Marlowe wished he could convey how beautiful Nox was, but the tactician always denied it. That’s why, in times like this, he hoped his lover felt beautiful.

              These thoughts swirled in the flier’s head as Nox kept his pace. What would he do without this man? Did he deserve him? How was he able to land such a wonderful, caring person? Marlowe didn’t know. All he knew is that Nox was his and he would sooner die than be without him. He continued to think this until his face twisted into a pained expression and tears pooled in his eyes. Nox was his everything… He didn’t deserve such a man, but by the gods was he going to treasure him. The tactician lidded his eyes once again only to see his husband crying. He stopped moving and cupped his lover’s face, kissing his tears away. “What’s the matter…? Darling please tell me… I’m here. Did I hurt you?” he asked softly. The flier accepted the kisses and places his hands on Nox’s, holding them there. He shook his head and drew in a short breath before speaking.

              “No I’m not hurt…” he whispered “I’m so lucky to have you Nox…. Gods I love you so much… If I ever lost you… Gods… I would die… Please don’t leave me…” more tears spilled over the flier’s beautiful amber eyes. He pulled his husband close and kissed him all over before wrapping his arm around his neck “Even if you tire of me I will keep following you and never let you go… You’re stuck with me, you hear that…? S-Stuck… Gods Nox I love you… Say you love me too… Please…” Nox was a little taken aback by the request and behavior of his lover. It was so unlike him to cry, especially during sex. It hurt the tactician’s heart to see this, so much so that he started crying too. He kissed Marlowe sweetly and nuzzled him.

              “You fool… I love you so very much… I’ll never leave…” he said, his voice cracking a bit “If I’m stuck with you I’m the luckiest man in the world… I would rather die than part with you… I love you…. Gods you fool I love you…! Never forget that… You’re mine and I’m yours and that how it’ll be forever, understand?” the two shared a long embrace, wiping each other’s tears, and giving each other tender kisses before continuing their love making. They held each other close and whispered sweet nothings. They held on for quite a while before Nox could no longer take it and he climaxed, Marlowe was quick to follow though. Once done, Marlowe removed his rubber and helped Nox clean himself up before they laid back in bed together, snuggling.

              Nox traced patterns into the flier’s chest, finding himself listening to the man’s heartbeat again. It was beating fast, a most beautiful sound. “You’re the most wonderful thing that has happened to me…” Marlowe said after a long period of silence “I never had a lot of good things in my life… But you’re one of them… I’m holding onto you and never letting go, like a spoiled child”. The ginger laughed and nodded, lifting his head up to place a kiss on Marlowe’s jaw. “It’s the same for me… Now go to sleep, you had a long day… I promise when you wake up, you’ll still be holding me…” he said, closing his eyes. The white-haired man nodded as well and closed his eyes.

              “As long as you promise…” was the last thing he said before they drifted to sleep. And just like Nox said, in the morning, they woke up holding each other. Just like they would every morning after that.

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Sick Fliers

Marlowe belongs to my good friend @paper-bridge

Nox is mine!

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Despite Nox’s never wavering fighting spirit, he was quite a fragile man. He was short, scrawny, and pale, which made him one of the few members of the shepherds that caught colds and other illnesses often. However, that did not stop him from being a beast on the battle field. While in Nohr, he got sick more often than before. He wasn’t sure if it was because of the ever-hanging darkness or the cold, musty castle he lived at the time, but none the less, he never let his illnesses get to him.

           Fast forward to years later and he’s living on the country side of Hoshido with his lovely husband, Marlowe. Marlowe was as strong as an ox, he always remained in perfect health. Nox could never recall a time Marlowe had been sick in any of their adventures together. Perhaps the Dark Flier was some sort of mythic beast that never got sick. The ginger believed that up until now. It came so suddenly, but Nox woke up one morning to a pale and sweaty Marlowe.

           “Marlowe…?” the ginger called, tapping his lover gently on the shoulder “Marlowe…? Are you okay…?” eventually, the Flier rolled over to his side and gave Nox a pitiful smile, followed by a short cough. “Ahh… I’ve done it now… Heh… Looks like I’ve caught a cold…” the man said in a tiny, strained voice “You should… leave…. So you don’t get sick too…” he coughed a few more times before groaning and burying his face in his pillow. This was so rare, Nox didn’t know what to do. Marlowe had never gotten sick before… Well, sitting here and staring at him wouldn’t get anything done.

           “I’m not leaving your side, Marlowe. I’m taking care of you. Just rest okay?” The Tactician kissed his sickly husband on the forehead and got out of bed. He dressed himself comfortably and made his way to the kitchen. Alright… Whenever he was sick, Marlowe would always make him porridge… Right! It’s plain and easy to digest so it’s good for the sick! Nox began rummaging around the kitchen for a recipe book. They DID have one, right? After opening a dozen cabinets, Nox finally found the recipe book. He flipped through the pages until he found the one he was looking for.

           Nox was never very good at cooking, even with recipes. He was going to have to be very careful this time! He diligently worked, making sure he cut and measured everything just as it had to be. He lit the stove and let the porridge stew for a few minutes. While that cooked, Nox prepared some tea with lemon and honey in it. He always liked that the best when he was sick… Marlowe’s tea always tasted so good when he was ill. It seemed to work miracles too, within a few hours Nox would start feeling better and less lethargic.

           Sadly for Nox, he got too caught up in making his tea he forgot about the porridge. “Crap..!” he called, rushing over to the stove and removing the bowl from it’s spot. Another thing went wrong, as the ginger forgot to put his mitts and now was faced with burning hot hands “Ouch ouch ouch!!!” he cried. Nox rinsed his hands off in cool water and looked at them sadly. “Ugh… Marlowe is sick and I’m being a nuisance… I can’t even cook properly…” he decided to let feel sorry for himself for just a brief moment before went back to focusing on his sick love. Nox checked the porridge, only finding it a little burned on the edges and the bottom. If he scraped off the edges it should be just fine!

           The ginger then put the meal in a proper dish and placed it on a tray along with the lemon honey tea. His hands still hurt a bit, so he had to carry the tray with his hands wrapped in a towel, but it was manageable. He walked to his and Marlowe’s shared room and entered quietly. The Flier was laid out in a sad looking heap, panting ever so slightly. Oh crap! His fever! Nox forgot to cool him down before cooking! He quickly set down the food and rushed to the bathroom, filling up a bowl with cool water and placing a small towle in it. He came back to the room and kneeled at Marlowe’s bed side. The man chuckled.

           “For such a lovely tactician… Y-You’re pretty flustered huh…?” Marlowe breathed, placing a weak hand on his husband’s face. “Of course I am…” Nox said with a shaky voice “My husband is sick… I-I’m worried… And useless… I didn’t even remember to cool you down before cooking… You must be s-suffering…” small tears pooled in Nox’s eyes as he got the towel out of the bowl and wrung out the water. He placed it on Marlowe’s head and wiped his eyes. The Flier chuckled a little and shook his head “Don’t cry, little robin… You’re fine… Just seeing you… M-Makes me happy…” with that, the man sat up and smiled at his husband “I’m hungry… Can I eat now…?” he asked. Nox nodded quickly and retrieved the food from where he placed it. He set the tray in Marlowe’s lap and sat at his bed side. Marlowe reached for the spoon but Nox slapped his hand away. “I-I’m feeding you…! So… So just stay there, you fool…” the ginger’s face was in full flush as he spoke, and Marlowe merely smiled.

           Nox took hold of the spoon and scooped some of the porridge onto it before gently feeding it into Marlowe’s mouth. The Flier chewed slowly, a soft smile on his face, before he swallowed. He said nothing, which made Nox nervous “S-So…?” he questioned “I-Is it… Okay…?”. Marlowe nodded. “It’s delicious… A little burnt but it’s good… Once I’m well I’ll… T-Teach you how to cook more… O-Okay…?” he said. Nox smiled shyly and nodded, going back to feeding his love.

           Once all the food was gone, Marlowe took his tea and sipped it slowly until it was all gone. He sighed contently and reached his hand over to hold Nox’s. They stayed like that for a bit, saying nothing. Nox enjoyed moments like this… Where they could just enjoy each other without saying anything… It almost seemed more meaningful. But eventually, the Flier broke the silence.

           “You burnt your hands…” he whispered “I didn’t want to say anything… I-I knew you would tell me not to worry… But… A-Are you okay…?” Marlowe rubbed Nox’s palms gently with his thumb, feeling the slight blisters that had formed after the burn. The ginger flinched a bit, but he didn’t seem too badly hurt. Knowing Nox, his pride was more hurt than his hands. Eventually Nox nodded, a sad smile on his face “I was making the tea… I forgot I had food on the stove, and then it started to burn…” he began “I picked up the pot without thinking and hurt my hands… Heh… I really am only good on the battlefield huh…? Can’t even take care of my own husband when he’s sick…” he laughed pitifully before leaning over to brush Marlowe’s white hair out of his eyes and kissing his forehead.

           The Flier couldn’t help but laugh a little. He reached upward and placed his hand on his husband’s cheek “You’re doing just fine, little robin. Your clumsiness… It makes me feel better… And you just being here at my side is enough…” Marlowe leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his husband’s lips, and they stayed there for a few moments. Nox felt as if he were floating… But, he had to tear himself away form those slightly chapped lips. He bonked the white-haired man on the head playfully “Fool… What happened to not wanting me to get sick…?” he asked, laying down so his head was placed against Marlowe’s chest. The Flier smiled and shook his head, closing his eyes as he began playing with Nox’s curly, orange hair.

           “One kiss wouldn’t hurt… Right?” he said simply. Nox just nodded, closing his eyes as well. They fell asleep like that, not waking up until dark. The Tactician resumed his duties of nursing Marlowe for the next few days until he was in top health. Once Marlowe was all better, their quiet life in the country continued as normal.

           Until Nox got sick afterwards due to their constant kissing.

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Afterwards

Marie belongs to @vvakarians

Rosette is mine!

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           Rosette and Marie had just finished a session of love making. The moments after their fun was always gentle and kind. Rosette often got tired easily, Marie had much stamina to spare while Rosette could get drained easily. The Tiefling was usually dazed and drowsy, but the Shadar-Kai found her sleepy little eyes so adorable. The way her hair messily fell around her shoulders, the dark love bites littered on her neck, shoulders, and breasts… All of it was cute, yet beautiful in a way. Tonight was one of those nights that Marie couldn’t help but have her eyes wander around the Warlock’s body as they snuggled together. They both sat upright against their bed’s headboard, Rosette sitting herself against her girlfriend, back pressed against her chest.The Monk ran her hands through her lover’s hair and traveled her hands to her legs and hips, even brushing against her chest lightly.

           Rosette giggled and sighed, turning her head so it was now resting under Marie’s chin. She smiled softly, and Marie felt herself blush. How could one girl be so cute? Not hours ago was this Warlock blood soaked and seething with rage, but here she was now, soft and vulnerable. A side that only Marie had the honor of seeing. It was magical in its own way. The monk found herself toying with Rosette’s long black hair. She weaved it between her fingers, untangling the knots she had made earlier by pulling on it.

           Rosette’s hair was long and think, and Marie found it extremely beautiful. It reached all the way down to her butt and it had a slight curl to it at the ends. The Shadar-Kai noticed that the Warlock’s hair was the one thing she made sure to groom. It seemed her brother was the same. Even when beaten and reckless, Eremiel said that Bramble always insisted on making sure his hair was brushed and braided neatly. While Rosette wasn’t much for braids, she always brushed her hair when she woke up.

           “Rosey?” Marie whispered, as if scared someone would hear them despite their private room. “Hm?” Rosette hummed, tilting her head up to get a look at her girlfriend’s face. “May I… Do your hair…?” a red tint entered Marie’s cheeks as she asked. Why was she embarrassed? They had just had sex for goodness sake! What was so embarrassing about asking to do someone’s hair when it should be more embarrassing to ask to have sex with them?

           “Hmm… Okay…~ Sure. Make it nice and pretty for me, okay?” the Warlock said. She scooted a bit away from the Monk before sitting upright, ready for her hair to be taken care of. Marie fumbled around for a moment before she found a brush and something to tie the Tiefling’s hair up. She got behind Rosette, sitting on her knees, and then began brushing her hair slowly. She was gentle, trying her hardest not to tug too hard. Marie found herself in awe at how soft it was, almost surprised at how someone who came from the woods could have such well managed hair. She brushed and brushed, running her fingers through it on occasion to get some of the tougher knots.

           Rosette sighed happily “That feels good, Marie,” she said “I should let you brush my hair every morning” the Shadar-Kai found herself blushing again at the statement. She would be honored to do that, and would do it happily. “Rosette… If I may ask… Why do you make such a big fuss over your hair…? You don’t seem to keep other parts of you unruly… Why your hair…? Your brother is the same… Is it just a family thing?” Marie was now braiding small strands of the long black hair. The Tiefling chuckled a little before answering.

           “Hair is special in my tribe,” she started “Long hair is considered very beautiful and cutting it is somewhat frowned upon. Allowing someone to tend to your hair means you care for them and see that person as special. Locks of hair are often kept as keepsakes, and when two people get married it’s considered good luck to weave a lock of your lover’s hair into yours.” Marie blushed deeper. She hadn’t realized that by allowing her to do Rosette’s hair that she was thought of as special. It was touching and the Monk once again felt honored she got she was able to share this moment with her Warlock.

           Marie gathered the braid she had made and tied them into a loose, low ponytail “all done, Rosey” she said. Rosette turned around and ran her hand through the ponytail with a smile on her face. She crawled towards Marie, wrapping her arms around her neck and laying on top of her. “It’s beautiful. I love it.” She pressed a soft kiss to her Monk’s lips before nuzzling her neck. Marie smiled too, savoring the kiss and resting her chin on the Tiefling’s head afterwards. They sat in silence for a while before Rosette giggled and looked up at Marie.

           “I hope that when we get married you’ll give me a lock of your hair.” She said it without missing a single beat and Marie’s heart fluttered. She couldn’t respond, she merely buried her face in Rosette’s hair and squealed. Her face was bright red, which made her girlfriend laugh again.

           “Don’t say such mushing things so lightly, Rosey… You’ll catch me off guard.” she said, earning a laugh from the Warlock.

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Trading Insults

It’s been a hot minute since I wrote anything for the resident Angry Couple ™. Krie Mahariel belongs to @orihharas !!

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Amongst the half drawn up tents and healers patching up the broken, three elves stood bickering in the chilling weather. Two of them barely stood out against the snowy landscape of the mountain with their stark white hair and pale skin, the only color about them the markings upon their face; the other- well he might as well have been an angry shadow.

“What do you mean I have to share a tent with him?! He nearly sliced me right open fighting those templars!” the shadow argued in a thick Orlesian accent, nearly drawing the attention of every Chantry mother in the camp.

“Ari, please. It’s been a very long night. I don’t have the time to change your tent mate to someone more ‘reasonable’”, one of the pale elves grumbled. Calliope had been thrown down a mountain and had said mountain come down upon her, not to mention she had just faced an insane darkspawn would be god. It was hard enough being the Herald of Andraste without her friend blathering on about how he didn’t like his sleeping arrangements.

“He just doesn’t like me because I’m far better at dueling than his dumb ass. I had a lot more kills than he did,” the third member rolled his eyes while he mumbled, “And he calls himself a /bard/”

“Not helping Krie”, Calliope growled, flashing a glare at the other albino. Krie only gave her a look that seemed to say 'you know I’m right’, and in that moment the Herald wanted to ship him right back to Denerim.

/Creators, it was much too cold for this/

With a heavy sigh that made the air steam around her, Calliope turned on her heal- waving a hand at them in dismissal.

“You can either play nice or sleep in the snow banks. If not, I’m sure /Solas/ has plenty of room in his tent”

That got both of the rogues to shut up for the time being, specifically the few seconds it took for their friend to walk away towards Mother Giselle. Once she was gone they both shot daggers at each other, one with his neck craned up and the other craned down.

“If you think I’m going to share a tent with your no good dog-lord carcass, you have another thing coming”, Ari spat, accent growing thicker with annoyance.

“Suit yourself, I didn’t want to have a /chevaliers lap-dog/ as a tent mate anyway. Have fun with the resident scholar”, Krie hissed right back and turned to walk away. All the while the angry dark shadow followed him practically screaming obscenities bad enough to make Leliana blush.

Neither of them wanted to say it was actually embarrassing for both parties, seeing how since coming to Haven they had found each other quite attractive. Of course the only solution was to throw insults at each other.

There was a secret pool gathering of how long it would take before one of them snapped and they slept together.

[kanochii]

Less worry, more kissing: OC kiss week day 2, Emotional Kiss

For @orihharas !! ___________________________________________

Most days were simple enough, the dignitaries from Orlais hadn’t come around in weeks, and those pesky Agents of Fen'harel had left well enough alone for a long time. Keeping up with the work wasn’t hard at all, lately it had been finding Krie at any point not sitting on the edge of the battlements that was hard for Ari. The King, Queen, and Hero of Ferelden had left on some trip or another this particular day in question and their son hadn’t shown up to tell them goodbye, which was odd. Recently he had been so good about voicing his emotions, so if something had been amiss….Ari tried not to think too much about it. Right now he had to do his rounds out front and make sure that the guards were in order for the day.

With a hefty sigh the Orlesian elf tried to push back all of his worries and hauled himself up off the couch in his shared room with Krie. His thoughts could wait, or at least he supposed. Although as he passed by Stab Junior lying upon their desk, he couldn’t help but notice all the parchment strewn about. The psuedodragon puffed smoke lazily when Ari approached and only quirked his head about when the elf seemed much more worried than before. Ari’s pulse began to pound much too hard and he could feel the sweat bead up on his temple.

Those papers were for the wedding.

Tauriel and her soon to be son in law had been planning for a small ceremony to wed her son and himself. There had been a little worry as Krie could be extremely anxious about these sorts of things but when Ari had proposed he seemed all too happy…. Had he missed something perhaps? Ari’s heart skipped a beat at the thought of Krie somewhere, overthinking, as he usually did. It could get fairly bad.

Stab Junior squeaked in protest as Ari bolted for the door, barely able to drawn in breath while he clamored down all the sets of stairs, not even wincing when he ran into a bannister and almost knocked over a rather irate servant. All he had on his mind was Krie, who could be somewhere beside himself, and that only made Ari’s own anxiety worsen. He launched himself down the last few stairs, catching a glimpse of the familiar white shock of hair and pointed ears of his lover just as he landed in the throne room. His ankles would be complaining later but it didn’t matter.

“Krie! Wait!” Ari shouted, stumbling towards the adopted prince, who turned around with a confused look.

“Somethin’ the matter, love?” he asked, eyebrows raised while Ari approached. The other elf attempted to catch his breath before saying anything, trying to suss out what exactly could be on Krie’s mind by studying his face. Leliana had taught him to always study the facial expressions.

“I-I uh…the papers about the wedding were all over the place when I went to leave the room. You were gone before I could get you up to say goodbye to your parents and when you weren’t there I went back to our room-I didn’t notice-are you okay?” Ari sputtered a reply, reaching for Krie’s hand. The elven princes red eyes flickered with a bit of confusion before he let his lover intertwine their fingers.

“I don’t really know what you’re talkin’ about. Stab Junior must have messed them up or somethin’,” for a moment Krie looked away, muttering, “I didn’t even know you were plannin’ a weddin’”

Oh, Andraste. Ari hadn’t even considered Stab Junior having just knocking those papers over when he had laid down on the desk, that stupid dragon probably was the real culprit here.

“Why were you worried about the papers, anyway?” Krie interrupted Ari’s thoughts.

“Well I know you get upset sometimes when I say I love you..I didn’t know if perhaps you were anxious about it. I-I know it can be hard-”

A soft touch lighted upon Ari’s cheek, once again interrupting him mid-thought; Krie had placed his palm against his lovers face, running a thumb over his sharp cheekbone. In a moment of gentleness Ari leaned into the touch and felt a smile tug at his lips. Even if the worry hadn’t fully disappeared it was still nice to feel reassured.

“I’d only be upset about the wedding if you had invited Solas”, Krie chuckled, letting go of Ari’s other hand so he could pull him in closer. His lover laughed in reply, badly resisting the urge to stand on his tip toes to reach Kries lips.

“Careful, someone could be watching. I’m a dirty Orlesian you know”

“Let them watch”

Their lips met with a gentleness, melting all of Ari’s residual worry away. The familiarness of Krie’s scar against his top lip eased his beating heart and somehow he truly didn’t care that some Ferelden lord could be watching them. He was the Spymaster of the Theirin family dammit, he could kiss their son whenever he wanted.

[kanochii]

‘ you’re in no condition to be walking around. ‘ Ari and Krie

The moment the tent flap opened Ari’s eyes narrowed and he took a glance over his shoulder. Krie, the poor sap, had stumbled out of bed finally, blinking at the firelight in the middle of camp. Try as he might, Ari could not be angry that Krie had thrown himself in front of the Red Templar. There was only an intense, deep fear that he would lose him. With a heavy sigh he rose from his place on the rocky ground, adjusting his gloves nervously. Krie only watched as the smaller elf approached, face still swollen in places from the beating he had taken.

“Vhenan, you are in no shape to be walking around”, Ari murmured, reaching up to press his hands to Krie’s cheeks.

“I was cold”, the man simply mumbled and leaned into the touch making Ari’s heart thrill. A gentle smile came to his lips as he brushed a thumb across a pale cheekbone.

“Do you want me to come to bed and help you warm up?”

The gentlest of hums escaped Krie and for once he allowed Ari to lead him back to bed. What the hunter wouldn’t do for this would be prince of Ferelden. Thedas would burn if it had to.

[kanochii]

And 67 for Krie and Ari because I’m greedy

Damned be his headaches and the twinge in his ribs, Ari could not take it anymore. The smaller elf pulled Krie down into a searing kiss. His fingers shook around the fabric of the would be princes shirt, still singed from the torture he had endured. But he didn’t care. They parted with a gasp and Krie looked down at him with heavy lidded eyes, eyeliner smeared from his earlier tears.

“Are you…sure you..?”

Passion and determination ran wild through the bards body as he pulled Krie down again. Ari would not let this man believe he wasn’t worth his time. Never in his life had he felt this strongly about someone. He had been held captive since birth by a cult, watched his father figure be beheaded, been thrown off a cliff; he had lived through all of that shit and he would live through this too. They both would.

“Yes, you fool. I love you, to the Black City and back. To the depths of the Boeric Ocean. I’m sure as Varric’s chest hair is unruly and thick”

Krie’s nose scrunched up as he laughed into Ari’s mouth, voice softening, “That’s disgusting, Ari”

“Hey, didn’t say I was a good bard. We can’t all be poetic, princeling”

[kanochii]

19 for Rosette and Marie

In the dark, Marie for once didn’t feel exposed or vulnerable. She felt safe and secure, Rosette sitting in her lap with her tail wrapped loosely about one of the monks arms. Never in all of her years had Marie experienced such a warmth that was this comforting and gentle. It didn’t do much for her nervousness but the embarrassment had melted away at the very least. There was no judgement here. Any affections she wanted to give would be welcome.

Ever so slowly Marie bowed her head towards Rosette’s, first tucking some hair behind the tieflings pointed ear. A smile alighted upon her lips as she felt her girlfriend shift a bit and relax. She truly was adorable. Mariel leaned even more forward to close in the distance between them, lips close enough to touch.

“Can I?”

“Gods, please”

With some shyness still Marie planted a chaste kiss against Rosette’s lips and relaxed as Rosette nervously returned it. They just needed some time to themselves to figure it all out. But for now, these small kisses were all the shadar kai needed to know she was in the right place. With the right person.

[kanochii]

Bear Maulings

Eremiel belongs to @vvakarians

Brmable is mine

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Being mauled by a bear wasn’t the greatest way to end a night. But none the less, Bramble managed to do it. He had performed earlier that evening, combing his druidic magic and bardic magic to put on a lovely show with his beloved owlbear, Cannoli. Eremiel always watched lovingly from the sidelines, smiling bashfully whenever Bramble gave them a side eye wink. He was quite the charmer for someone so shameless. After the show ended, a few of the performers had complained about some strange and scary noises they heard in the woods. Bramble along with Hugo and a few others decided to investigate.

There wasn’t much surrounding them, just thick woods teeming with wild creatures. Generally, they were no bother, but it seemed some of them had caused quite a fright to the children and guests attending the circus. Bramble parted ways with Hugo and walked through the thick brush of the woods with his lazy owlbear. As the two walked, rustling and foot stomping could be heard in the distance. The Tiefling stopped himself and his companion, listening before making their next move. Now, Bramble did not want to cause whatever this creature was any harm. He merely wanted to shoo it away. So he listened and waited. Foot steps drew closer and closer before the creature appeared. It was a bear, nothing more or less. It was quite large, a male it seemed. All the commotion from the circus must have disturbed the poor thing.

Once right next to the druid and his owlbear, Bramble jumped out and performed thaumaturgy to scare it off. However, it just made things worse. The bear roared with anger and raised its arms up to hit Bramble. Luckily, Cannoli butted heads with the beast to move it away from his master. Roars and owl screeches could be heard in the distance, and Bramble began to fear for the life of his pet. He plowed his horns into the bear’s side, angering it even more. All attention was on him now, and bear lifted it’s paws up, clawing into Bramble’s sides.

The Tiefling fell, wincing in pain as he was then bitten and thrown across the way. Cannoli stepped in once more, angrier now, and fought the beast. Eventually, the beat ran off, but Cannoli followed. The druid tried to call out to his pet, but no words escaped his lips and he soon faded into unconsciousness.

When Bramble awoke, he was bed ridden. His drowsy eyes searched the room, spotting a familiar man across the way. “Ere…miel…?” he muttered, trying to reach his hands out. The winged elf stood and briskly walked over to the Tiefling’s side. They held Bramble’s hand and sighed in relief.

“You absolute moron…” Eremiel muttered, kissing their lover’s hand “Why must you be so reckless always…?” they hugged their boyfriend gently, kissing his forehead before pulling away and bringing a chair to sit next to his bed. They stroked Bramble’s long, unruly hair. The poor man always had to go through so much… why did he always have to be the one that got hurt?

“Cannoli… Where is he…?” the druid asked. Eremiel shook his head “When Hugo found you, Cannoli was nowhere to be seen… He said it looked like you had been mauled by a bear… He guessed that Cannoli ran off to teach it a lesson…” Bramble tried to sit up and leave bed, but Eremiel was there to push him back down. The Tiefling pouted.

“Eremiel” he said

“Bramble” the other replied.

“I need to go find him. He is big and fat and lazy, he’ll never survive alone!” Bramble felt tears pooling in his eyes. He already lost Bella in the fight against Claudius… He couldn’t lose Cannoli to some stupid bear. Eremiel looked sad but still shook his head.

“Cannoli is a huge owlbear, Bramby. He is a fierce foe and you know that. He’ll come ‘round. When you’re healed we’ll look for him, okay? Don’t worry, love. He’ll be okay. You need to rest first.” Eremiel pressed a kiss to Bramble’s forehead and the Tiefling hugged him, small tears still welled in his pitch black eyes. Eremiel was always so level headed in these situations… They were Bramble’s rock, keeping him grounded in reality and from doing reckless things. But he was so worried about Cannoli… Silly bird was going to get hurt… The thought of losing his friend hurt him more than any mauling he could ever endure.

Bramble nuzzled his face into Eremie’s hair and took in a shaky breath “Lay with me…” he muttered. The elf couldn’t seem to refuse their poor boyfriend and they climbed in bed with him. They two snuggled, Bramble’s face buried in his partner’s chest as he softly cried. Eremiel did not speak, they just simply stroked the druid’s hair and let him weep. The tears did stop eventually, Eremiel assumed it was from exhaustion because after an hour or so Bramble has passed out on top of them. They smiled to themselves, figuring they would be stuck here for awhile, and they were fine with that. Being stuck under their sleeping Tiefling lover was better than worrying about him doing something reckless once more.