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Breathplay

✨️Kink Education with Elizabeth✨️

If you're looking to add danger to your sex life, look no further.

Erotic asphyxiation, or breath play, is one of the most dangerous kinks in the BDSM community. Breathplay is the act of cutting off air supply during sex with the goal of achieving a more intense orgasm. There's mild forms of breathplay (hand or elbow around throat, closing partner's nose off during oral), less mild (forcing head into pillows or objects, hoods specifically designed for breathplay), to extreme (use of plastic wrap or plastic bags, waterboarding, forcing your partner's head into a body of water) and none of them are 100% safe.

Breathplay is dangerous for anyone, but if you have an underlying health condition, especially one involving your heart or lungs, it's best to possibly avoid this form of play. You can enjoy a hand necklace without the pressure, don't worry.

This form of kink play is not recommended by any medical professional nor sex therapists.

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As always, NSFW below cut.

Rowan Whitethorn x Reader

Warnings - I picture Rowan as a mean daddy dom with a masochistic streak, oral m receiving, p in v, reader passes out, references to her being passed around the Cadre, references to forced submission, hints of degradtion, unedited because I was running a little behind today 🫣

Rowan’s head fell back, a soft grunt falling from his lips as he seated himself all way into your throat. One hand had you back the back of your neck, forcing you where he wanted you for as long as he wanted you.

Breathing was becoming difficult, vision blurring slightly as you did everything you could to take a deep breath with your air way constricted the way it was. “Struggling whore?” You felt yourself clench at his words, at the deep graveled tone of his voice.

Rowan was never gentle with you. He was strict, demanding, and a masochist. He enjoyed watching you struggle, seeing you in pain and begging. He loved watching you cry as he pounded into you withholding orgasm after orgasm until you were so over stimulated you could do nothing but lay there, pliant to his pleasure.

You knew he cared for you, but you were his small fraction of peace in this fucked up world. One he so desperately was fighting tooth and nail to make better.

You weren't a warrior, you weren't blessed with healing magic. You were just a simple fae female. Well, as simple as a female capable of shifting into any form could be.

You were his spy. A spy damn near useless for anything but scouting, but still a spy.

Besides, he found use for you. So many uses actually.

His personal lap pet.

His personal whore.

His personal toy he could loan out to his brothers when they needed stress relief.

Right now, though, your biggest use was being his.

He pulled out slightly, grip on the sides of your neck tightening as his other hand came to hold your nose shut. “If you are struggling this early, how am I supposed to have fun with you?” The lack of air was getting to you. You knew you could tap his leg twice, and it would stop, but you wanted to desperately please him, to be of service. “Such an eager slut. You are lucky I can tell you need to breathe, y/n.” He pulled out completely, letting go of your nose. He forced you up, hand moving to the front of your throat as you gasped for air.

Precious life giving air.

He pulled you to his lips, a messy harsh kiss cutting air back off for a second as his grip tightened again.

This wasn't fully what you had in mind when he said he wanted to try something new, something Fenrys told them he had tried recently.

You would have to talk to the wolf about his reckless endangerment of himself later.

Rowan turned you, letting go long enough to force you down on the bed, forcing you hips up slightly. “Such a pretty cunt,” he slapped your core, watching in sadistic glee as as you screamed and wiggled, wetness now spreading and dripping. “All mine, isn't she?” He shoved your head into the pillow, forcing you into shocked silence.

Forcing you to be unable to answer him. “I asked you a question. Is this pussy mine?” You could hear the smirk in his voice, hear him planning on how he'd punish you.

You felt the slaps land. Three consecutive slaps right to your aching needy center.

Your moans were muffled by the pillow. You tried taking a deep breath to still your body and calm back down, but your airways were mostly blocked again.

4 more slaps came before two thick fingers plunged into you. Rowan growled behind you. “Wyrd, you are so tight. You'd like after this long we would have ruined your holes by now.” He began pulling them in and out at a blinding speed, hand still holding you in the pillows.

Your vision was going black again, mind racing as it pleaded for oxygen.

His fingers curled, and out of nowhere, an orgasm tore through you, ripping a scream of his name and the rest of the oxygen from your lungs. Rowan was silent behind you, hand moving to your hair to pull you up.

“Status?”

You shook your head, throat so sore and body needing air so badly you couldn't answer. You tapped the bed once, a code you normally only used when your lips were wrapped around his throat to indicate you needed him to slow down.

“I figured. You have never done that. You have never come without my permission.” Rowan removed his fingers from you, wiping them on the bed. He went behind you, holding your hips in his hands.

You knew he'd be gentle for a bit as his cock entered your soft walls slowly inch by inch. He took you slowly, a finger playing with your clit until you were calm again, body welcoming and swallowing him.

You relaxed, enjoy each roll of his hips as it sent a wave and wave of pleasure through you. Of the Cadre, he would always be your favorite. His length filled every inch of you so perfectly, so snugly, sex with him felt more like a puzzle finally finding its last piece than it did the obligation you were actually sent to them to fulfill. "Daddy," you moaned out, hips meeting his in a practiced dance. "So good, Daddy."

He groaned behind you. "I know, princess. Daddy's cock always makes you so wet." His hand found the back of your neck again. "Take a deep breath, princess."

He was pounding into you with in second, head forced back into the pillows as he did. You felt your hands curling at the sheets as you writhed moaning and crying below him.

It felt so fucking good. Better than normal, actually. It was as if your body was too lost on where to focus, fighting for air or relaxing and enjoying the way Rowan was ripping you apart.

You felt yourself becoming lightheaded, body softening. Rowan, misunderstanding, smiled, thinking you had fallen into his favorite overestimated dick drunken state. Your vision was filled with black dots, mind focusing on the sounds of him above you. Of his moans, his groans, the growls.

Rowan felt the moment he lost you, pulling himself out of you and flipping you as quickly as he could. "Fuck! Princess, I need you to come back to me," he started rubbing your sternum, eyes wide as he took in your face.

Your beautiful face where blood vessels had ruptured as your body struggled.

Struggled because of him.

He had almost killed you.

And you had almost let him.

He didn't know if he was angry, aroused by your complete trust in him, or just scared, but that first breath, that gasp you took before your body shook in his arms, tears falling. He laid you back down, hovering above your face and stroking your hair back. "Deep breath, y/n. There you go. Good girl."

You were met with light and green eyes staring down at you. "What happened?"

Rowan kissed your brow. "You did not use our fucking safe word or tap system is what happened. I almost fucking killed you."

You smiled below him, eyes closing again. "Felt so good. I wanted you to keep going."

Rowan’s forehead fell to yours, a rare full smile on his face. "Only you would pick dying with my cock inside of you over having to take a quick break."

He heard you moan, lips tugging up at the idea. "I would die a happy female if I died on your cock. Seems like the best way to die, actually. You buried so deep inside me, using me, body spent from pleasure."

He kissed your temple. "You will be punished for this later. Rest, my love."

"Are you sure you want to wait?"

Brows went up as he shook his head at you. "I will be bringing help with me to keep your mouth shut. Rest and prepare, princess."

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Who Gave My Wife Liquor?

Rowaelin Month 2023, Day 20: Drunken Antics

y'all know i cannot resist this prompt 🤭🤭 so enjoy some fun drunken shenanigans involving the whole court of Terrasen plus Fenrys, Dorian, and some potentially bad decisions (but no angst i promise). fair warning: it's total crack, i honestly don't think it makes any sense, but it's (maybe) fun

also based off a prompt sent to @rowaelinprompts: "drunk and clingy Aelin" ;))

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: swearing, alcohol, intoxication, silly goofy times

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Aelin was absolutely beaming as she descended the stairs and headed into the well-lit great room of the castle's private wing, where a fire was blazing merrily in the hearth and laughter spilled from the wide-open doors. Her heart was full twice over at the sound of her friends' laughter--they had all been through so much in the last ten years, and the fact that they could still laugh was a miracle in and of itself.

"You're late!" Dorian called, catching her arm and leading her into the informal party. "And about three drinks behind, Your Majesty." Grinning, his sapphire eyes just beginning to glaze over, he grabbed the nearest flask and poured her a cup, tapping his drink to hers. "Cheers!"

"And you have shit tolerance, Your Majesty," she teased, downing the short glass of wine in one go. Dorian rolled his eyes, and she laughed. "Lighten up, Dor. Not all of us have your youthful ability to recover." Dorian, as a human, had less tolerance than the Fae and the shifter and Elide, who could drink Lorcan under the table, but he also recovered rapidly from his hangovers.

"Again with the you're an old man jokes?" Lorcan clicked his tongue, smirking. "Wasn't it you who kept telling me to get creative?"

"That would be your wife, actually." Aelin raised her refilled cup to the hulking, dark-haired male, whose face flushed bright scarlet at her innuendo.

"Galathynius," he grunted, tipping the contents of his glass down his throat.

"Don't be so put off, darling," Elide soothed her husband. "Aelin's just grumpy because you made me scream so loud last night we woke the whole castle up."

"And I'll do it again tonight," he winked.

Fenrys spewed wine all over himself. "Fucking gods!" he shrieked, pretending to be mortified. "You lot and your insatiable se--"

"You're just as bad, Fenny," Aelin smirked. "Or should I say, good boy?"

The normally roguish blonde blushed bright crimson and said nothing, choosing to grab the nearest ounce glass of liquor and tip it down his throat. "How?!" he demanded, both mortified and genuinely curious to discover how Aelin had heard that little pet name.

She beamed innocently and threw back a shot of her own. "That's for me to know and you--and your pretty boy--to find out."

"Pretty boy?" Lysandra wheezed, slinging her arm around Aelin's shoulders. "Holy rutting gods, Fen, I knew you weren't particular in bed, but I never would have guessed you'd want to be the one taking orders."

Dorian was conspicuously silent.

Observant as ever, Aelin turned towards the young king, a smile so friendly and approachable that it was truly terrifying slipping across her face. "Dor, darling."

"Oh fuck," he muttered.

"Have you been satisfied with Lord Moonbeam's visits to your kingdom?" The enquiry was perfectly polite, even diplomatic, but the smirk on Aelin's lips added a twist to the innocent words.

Dorian picked up the closest flask and drained it.

Fenrys snickered. "Don't be shy, Majesty. We won't--ah!" His teasing was abruptly cut off with a soft yelp. Dorian flicked the blonde Fae a look heated enough to boil water.

Aelin had a very good idea just what (phantom) hands had silenced Fenrys before he could make an incredibly ribald remark. "I see."

"For a queen so revered, Ae, you have no propriety," Aedion fake-sighed, reaching across his cousin to grab the glass bottle of whiskey that had definitely come from the back of the cellar.

"Says the one who cavorted his merry way through the mountains," she retorted, passing her glass to be filled. "Say, how is Kyllian doing these days?"

"He's fine," Aedion said, too quickly.

Lysandra grinned and curled herself close to Aedion's side, whispering something into his ear that made him choke on his mouthful of whiskey and splutter the aged liquor all over his shirt.

She cackled, tears of merriment spilling out of her bright green eyes. "There's no need to worry, Aed. We're all friends here, no?"

"How sweet," Elide crooned. She pinched her husband's cheek. "See, Lor? We're all friends."

"Lorcan doesn't have friends," Rowan said, completely deadpan. He'd been lounging in a comfortable armchair, admiring his wife and sipping on his glass of liquor like the civilized old male he was.

Lorcan snorted. "Fuck you."

"Let's keep the past in the past, shall we?" Rowan smirked over the rim of his glass.

For the second time that night, Lorcan's tan face flushed violently red, and the room exploded into laughter.

"I knew it!" Aelin cried triumphantly, pointing at Lorcan. "I knew you and my buzzard were lovers!"

"Best he's ever had," Lorcan mumbled, barely audible.

Elide gasped for breath through her peals of laughter, clutching at her chest and clinging to Lorcan's broad shoulder for support. "We need to get you drunk more often, love," she wheezed.

"The hell you do," he grumbled. "That sounds like a terrible idea."

"I have a GREAT idea!" Fenrys announced, rising unsteadily to his feet and brandishing his bottle of wine.

"You absolutely do not," absolutely everyone else chorused.

"First of all, that'sh' fuckin' rude!" He pretended to pout. "An' shecon'ly, it's a great idea!" He took a long drink from the bottle and pointed right at Lorcan. "Lorky, I dare you."

"You dare me to what, Moonie?" Lorcan shot the younger male an insolent smirk.

Fenrys beamed, which was both hilarious and terrifying. "Clothes off, an' pose as a sh-sht-stashue for three minutes."

"Fine." Lorcan drained the rest of his drink, stood up, shucked his clothes except for his undershorts, and strolled out into the hall. The others followed him, laughing and playfully ogling.

Elide wolf-whistled. "Don't be shy, Lor, pose like one of the ancient sculptures." She wiggled her eyebrows. "Most of us have seen you naked, you know."

Lorcan sighed, and Aelin swore she heard him mutter something about so much for keeping secrets under his breath. "I'm not drunk enough for that, Li."

"Pity," Aelin snickered. "You'd make such a well-endowed sculpture."

"Careful, Rowan," Lorcan drawled. "Your wife's objectifying other males again."

"Who gave my wife liquor?" Rowan called, laughing. "She only does that when she's drunk."

"You're mean," Aelin teased, frowning theatrically at her grumpy buzzard.

"Thought you liked me mean," he murmured, the words a wicked promise that set her blood alight. He wrapped his free arm around her waist and laid his hand against the curve of her ass, squeezing just enough to make her inhale.

"No!" Aedion yelped, throwing his hands over his face. "Shit, I'm standing right here!"

Lysandra doubled over with laughter, throwing a wink over at Aelin. "Look what you've done to your poor innocent little cousin," she giggled, unable to get all the words out without losing her grip on her merriment.

Aelin snorted. "Lys, if Aedy is innocent, then I'm a virgin priestess."

Lys wiped tears from her eyes. "All right, you--is Fenrys naked?"

Yes. Yes he was.

Completely undressed, Fenrys sprinted down the hall and back, grinning like a schoolboy when he reached the others again. "I didn't fall over!" he crowed, exuberant.

"Didn't stand up, either," Aelin muttered, half to herself.

Rowan coughed, a deep laugh billowing out of his chest. "Give him some slack, Fireheart," he laughed. "Moonie here is a little too drunk to perform as quickly as he usually does."

Fenrys shrieked in protest. "I perform longly!"

"Tha'sh'not a word, Fen," Dorian drawled, his words slurring together.

"Neither is anything the two of you are about to say to each other," Rowan whispered into Aelin's ear.

She around and pressed her face into his chest to stifle the fit of laughter that made her whole body shake. "You and your godsdamn impeccable timing," she gasped once she'd regained her breath.

Her husband winked. "I try."

Slowly, their dear friends began to disperse, first Fenrys and Dorian, the two leaning on each other for support but still staggering, then Elide and Lorcan, and finally Aedion and Lysandra. Aelin looked around the room at the empty glasses and bottles and flasks left on tables and couches. "Should we--"

"Later." Without blinking, Rowan swept her up into his arms. "Right now, you need to go to bed."

"Is that a promise, buzzard?" She looped her arms effortlessly around his neck, lowered her lashes, and smiled lazily up at him, sending a hazy image of slick skin and dancing flames into his mind.

He inhaled sharply, his nostrils flaring. "Don't tease me, princess." His voice dropped to a thick rumble, the way it always did when she'd pushed just the right buttons. In a blur of Fae speed, he whisked them upstairs to their rooms, kicked the door shut, and laid her gently on the bed.

And she promptly fell asleep.

Chuckling softly, Rowan slipped Aelin's shoes off, changed into his nightclothes, splashed some water on his face, and slipped into bed, curling himself around her. She sighed and went boneless against him, her breaths deep and rhythmic. In moments, he was asleep as well, following his queen into dreams as he did every night.

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Finally went through my following page and saw Lorain requests? I’m going to be here so much. Anyway I have an idea of like a soft fluffy lorcan bedtime routine thing. Soft lorcan is my weakness.

Right I need a strong scary fea worrier today

Tender evenings

Walking through the city streets you pulled your cloak tighter around your body. Today was a lot. You usually were able to go through the day with ease even with almost nothing going your way. It was rare for you to slip up or fail to flash someone a fake smile but today you just couldn't do it.

You wanted to blame the colder weather at first. Who truly liked the weather getting more bitter? Well, it was fun at first, sure, but now not even two weeks into the colder months, you were missing the sunshine. The lack of it only added to your cranky mood and not only yours it seemed.

You loved working for Aelin. You were just as aware of the necessity of political arrangements, meetings, visits, and other courtly nonsense. At times it was even fun to be able to have control over things like this. And finishing it off with a drink in a pub with Lysandra while you two laughed over how pathetic some of the males in the meetings that day had been would be more than enough to recharge your battery.

Today was a completely different story. You attended the meetings alone. There had been some unsettling decisions made by some members of different courts. Decisions that threatened your people. Decisions that threatened you queen and king and even if Rowan and Aelin were more than capable of defending themselves you still had your duties to carry out.

Just nothing had gone right. All you had all day were people shouting at your face. Throwing names and insults left and right. At first, you smiled through them. Smiled till the words began to sting and your mind had started to work against you. When you finally managed to get everything settled and make everyone agree on one thing it was way past the time you were supposed to have been back.

You didn't even bother to walk past the dining hall. The thought of seeing another breathing creature made your bones ache within. Plus, you knew that no owner would check the reports you had today anyways. So you slipped up the stairs to the chambers that you shared with your lover. Counting the steps till the mixed scent of both of you would feel your senses.

Lorcan. He was utterly unhappy this morning to part ways. He, Gavriel, and Fenrys were sent on their little adventure. If you could call that. Some people had to be watched and while the other two were brilliant fea worriers no one slipped through shadows more quietly than Lorcan.

"Don't miss me too much", you teased, flicking his nose playfully as you stood outside still waiting for the other two to show up. Lorcan's arms were loosely wrapped around your torso. "I give you an hour before you'll be tugging on the bond asking me to tell you that I love you", he chirped back happily, knowing from the way your mouth fell open that he was right. "Fine, fine I see how it is", you were about to cross your arms over your chest but Lorcan caught both of them in his hands. Bringing each of your plans to his lips before pulling you closer to him, so he could kiss you.

Truth be told you've been missing him ever since you two parented. It was hard not to. Lorcan was a part of you. His absence was hard to miss and you couldn't blame your heart for aching just a little. And it ached even more as you walked through the door realizing that your lover wasn't indeed back home yet.

With a deep sigh, you light the fire in the fireplace. Moving to the bathing chamber to fill up the huge tub with hot water. Knowing well that Lorcan would be as desperate for a hot bath as you were. Just maybe not as cold as you were. Considering that he was never cold, while your bones hover throbbed within you. It truly felt that the dampness of the day had settled deeper into your body than you had wanted to.

You weren't sure how much time had passed when you felt a familiar tinge in your chest. Turning your head to the side just as the door to your bedroom opened. Lorcan always did this. If he loved threatening people with his silent arrivals, breathing onto their backs, and squeezing that fear of anticipation out of them, he never came to you without announcing it first. He had made you jump multiple times beforehand. The second time results in you dropping the kettle with water in it. Luckily not boiling one but it was enough of a threat to Lorcan. Meaning that now anytime he was close you would feel this rush of warmth bubbling inside your chest.

His face was stone cold like it always was. No one could read his expression except for you. To you even his blank face had different emotions lingering somewhere and now you could tell that he was tired. Tired and annoyed. Meaning that something also hadn't gone the way it was supposed to.

"Talk to me", Lorcan threw his jacket over the armchair carelessly. Undoing a couple of buttons of his shirt as he walked closer to you. "I'm fine", you started but Lorcan knew this was a lie. He knew you better than you knew yourself most of the time and even if he failed to acknowledge that, his senses screamed at him that something was wrong. Not to mention that even if you closed off your side of the bond for better concentration his years of experience still managed to slip through.

"Maybe you can trick them, it won't work on me", the warrior stated firmly, letting his much bigger palms rest on your dainty shoulders. Fingers moving to work through the painful knots that had formed in your shoulders. You let your eyes fall shut. Welcoming the warmth that your lover's hands carried and the tender touch it never failed to provide you.

"Lorcan", you muttered, reaching for his palm. You couldn't let him do this. Because this would break through the wall you had built in need to survive today. Too many emotions were pusshed behind it. Letting them out would most definitely mean tears and crying was the last thing you wanted to do. Yet Lorcan didn't care. Even with your hands placed on his he still worked his fingers into your back. Slowly but surely feeling your muscles ease.

"I don't want to talk about it", admitting it felt weird but once you met your lover's eyes as you tilted your head back you knew that he understood. Lorcan gave you a light smile that in his true fashion was more of a grin, "You don't have to but when you do I will listen". Leaning in he pressed a loving kiss to your forehead before returning to his previous position.

You always loved how easy it was with him. How for the most part you didn't even need words. How much love he carried into little things that he did. He knew how you liked your tea, or how some foods mixing on your plate would weird you out. He knew how you needed silence sometimes just like Lorcan did. Being mated didn't mean that there were no boundaries. Yes, you two were one. But you had been two very independent and strong-minded individuals for decades. And as fun and fulfilling as it was to find your other half, your soulmate the desire to still be yourself and be able to find time to be with yourself still stayed a priority.

Your bottom lip quivered and Lorcan kneeled beside you instantly. He didn't say anything and in all honesty, he didn't need to. His hands rested on your thighs as he waited. If you wanted to be alone and dismissed him - Lorcan would go. Even if he wished to stay. But you didn't. Instead, you stretched your arms out, wrapping them around your lover's broad shoulders.

"Hold me...", you muttered out. Lorcan nodded. Pulling your body closer to his, arms looping around your back, putting pressure on your tensed back. To let your body know that he was there. To let your brain know that you weren't alone. Your fingers slipped up into Lorcan's thick black hair. Carefully undoing the tie holdings his hair away from his face. Just so you could run your fingers through it. Just so you can have that one more asset of him grounding you.

"I've got you, dove", he whispered into your hair. Placing delicate kisses onto your shoulder. One after the other. Each is followed by tender words of reassurance. "Just need...", you started, "I know and you got me. I'm right here with you", Lercan was quick to reassure you. Tugging onto your body a bit more so you would sit on his lap. It wasn't very lord-like to sit on the floor of your bedroom but Lorcan was far from caring as he wrapped you up in his arms, making sure you were comfortable in his embrace.

It had been so long till he had given instead of taken before he had met you. Lorcan didn't know the power of true loving until he realized that the spirits above have woven you just for him. Oh, how he tried to fight the odds of loving you. No way, there was no way that someone like you could ever love someone like him but here you were in his arms. Craving nothing more but to keep you safe and happy. Lorcan pressed yet another kiss against your temple letting his lips linger there a bit longer this time. Letting the calmness from within him flow through your body.

The fire was near to going out when you looked back up at your mate. "Hey, gorgeous", Lorcan said softly, brushing a strand of hair out of your hair. You only smiled up at him, going back to nuzzling into his chest. "I suggest a bath and then I'll grab you a plate from downstairs", humming at your mate's words, holding onto his shoulders as he stood up with no struggle, still holding you up in his arms.

[bluerose5]

Fenris, taking a seat by the fire: Finally, some peace and quiet.

Astarion, definitely not buzzed from blood with the Happy condition attached: Oh, Fenris, yoo-hoo! *waves at him as they stumble over*

Fenris: And... There it went.

Zevran, definitely not buzzed from raiding the camp supplies with the Bloodless condition attached: There you are! We—We have been looking everywhere for you...

Fenris: How I wish you weren't. *sighs* Well, you found me.

[They plop down next to him, one on each side.]

Zevran: Now, 'what should we do with you' is the question we are all asking ourselves, yes?

Fenris, deadpan: Would the answer be, 'put me out of my misery'?

Astarion: Ha! No, silly. What a waste of a perfectly handsome elf.

Zevran: Speaking of which, Astarion and I have a wager, you see.

Astarion: A fun one at that.

Fenris: You don't say.

Zevran: Yes, quite! You see, at the beginning, we bet on which one of us could get you to kiss him first.

Fenris: Why am I not surprised?

Zevran: Let us be honest with ourselves. It was an inevitability, only a matter of time before it happened naturally. We are all handsome elves, traveling together, fighting at each other's side, bonding and what-not. A kiss is not so far-fetched a notion if you're up to it, of course.

Fenris: I see.

Astarion: Anywho, that was the original wager.

Fenris: And the new wager?

Astarion: A simple change really, because why deprive any of us of the other’s touch? You should kiss us both and decide who the better kisser is. We promise not to take your decision personally.

Zevran: A win-win situation for us all.

Fenris: Heh, you know what, you're right. *shrugs* Why not?

Astarion: If you don't want to, then no— Wait, what?!

Zevran: Really?!

Fenris, nodding: Although, this is kind of pointless. There is no competition, after all.

[Fenris leans in and, at the last second, changes direction to press a lingering kiss to Zevran’s forehead, followed by one to Astarion's. He smirks at them when he pulls away, getting to his feet.]

Fenris: Because I give the best kisses. Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I'll go train some with Lae'zel.

[They gape as they watch him go, scrambling to their feet as they chase after him.]

Zevran: Wait! I think we need another! Just to be sure!

Astarion: Surely one more wouldn't hurt anyone!

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Whumcember Day 22 Alt 2- Ice (Dragon Age 2, Fenhawke)

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"C'mon it'll be fun." Hawke smiled as she took Fenris's hand and gave it a tug. "Besides, you've never really gone ice skating. And since it's currently winter...no time like the present."

Fenris frowned but let Hawke drag him to the door and outside. He wouldn't admit that all he wanted to do was stay in front of the fire and drink. "Not when she's so excited to show me what 'ice skating' is. This is the first smile I've seen since Carver left." he thought as they made their way through the market and towards the main gates.

As they made their way through the snow, Hawke chattered on about how she used to ice skate with Carver and Bethany back in Lothering, how they would have to wait until Malcolm tested the ice to make sure it was thick enough to support their weight. "-and there was always someone who ended up skating too late in the season and went through the ice." Marian paused, realizing what she was saying. "But you don't have to worry about that, we're well into the season and it's been really cold."

"Are you sure?" Fenris said as they made their way to the pond that Hawke had pointed out when they'd gotten in view. He paused, raising an eyebrow at the ice where the water used to be. "It doesn't look that safe to me."

"It's fine. I went out last week and nothing happened." Hawke said, pausing for a moment before letting go of Fenris's hand and marched towards the bank. Not pausing, she moved away from the bank and onto the ice itself.

Fenris's heart leapt into his throat as he heard a crack...but nothing happened. Relaxing slightly he started to follow Hawke, getting onto the edge of the ice.

"See? It's like I-" Hawke started to say, smiling when suddenly there were several sharp cracks and she fell through the ice with a shout.

"Hawke!" Fenris called out, feeling his heart leap into his throat as she disappeared. Frantically he tried to recall what she'd said in the past if someone was to fall through the ice.

Moving quickly, he lay down on the ice- spreading his body weight so he didn't fall through either. Making his way towards the hole, he risked peeking over the broken ice to see if she was there. But only water greeted him and he swallowed thickly before taking a breath and plunging his hand into the water.

The cold instantly shocked him, shooting through his system almost instantly and it took all of his willpower to keep his hand in-moving about to hopefully brush into Hawke's.

The seconds seemed to become an eternity until something bumped against his hand. Resisting the urge to withdraw it, he stopped moving and felt fingers try to grasp his. Not hesitating, he moved his arm further in and was able to take her hand. Pulling with all his strength, Fenris saw Hawke appear and gasp for air. Still focused on getting her out of the water, he grabbed with his other arm and slowly but surely dragged her onto the ice.

Realizing that they weren't out of danger just yet, Fenris somehow managed to get them both off of the ice and onto the ground. It was all a blur, all he could think about was getting Hawke to safety.

Hawke's entire body was shivering and dripping wet. In the back of her mind she knew that she needed to get warm, but the overwhelming chattering of her teeth made it hard to form a coherent thought. Vision blurring, she was dimly aware of Fenris's body pressed against hers and him saying something about getting back to Kirkwall.

--

Anders stoked the fire in Hawke's room while saying, "I hope you won't go onto anymore ice after this. You were half-frozen by the time Fenris carried you back here. You were lucky yet again."

Hawke let out a sneeze and ignored the comment, choosing the burrow herself under the layer of blankets as much as she could. It had been a few day since she'd gone through the ice and still couldn't stop shivering. Peeking over the covers and she saw that her mabari was spread out in front of the fire. "At least one of us is enjoying the warmth."

Anders let a half-smile appear and leaned the poker against the brick, brushing the soot from his hands. "I'll be back tonight to see how you are and Varric'll be by later this afternoon."

"Thanks." Hawke watched as Anders slipped out of the room and closed her eyes, suddenly feeling tired. It felt like she'd closed them for a minute, but when she opened them next, Fenris was asleep in the chair next to the fire.

Slightly smiling, she was glad that he'd been with her that day and hoped the mild attraction they felt between each other could grow as time went on.

[thegeminisage]

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.

[sapphim]

Welcome to Does Varric Know Their Name? Part 1: Aveline, Bethany, and Carver edition.

Or, all the dialogue in DA2 in which Varric refers to Hawke's companions; by name, nickname, or otherwise. For reasons. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Part 2: Isabela, Merrill, and Tallis Part 3: Anders, Fenris, and Sebastian

(To preface, Aveline was actually kind of difficult, because despite never giving her a nickname, he doesn't actually refer to her by name as often as one may expect? Certainly significantly less than he does (spoilers!) Isabela. As far as I can tell, he largely abstains from getting cheeky about it when it comes to referring to her. I've scraped together what I found but if you notice I've missed anything, please let me know and I'll add it.)

Aveline

Combat barks

Varric: Holy mother of green cheeses! How'd they take that woman down?

Act 1 (Banter)

Varric: So what do you do, Aveline? Aveline: You know I'm a guard, why are you asking? Varric: I mean in your off-duty hours. For fun. You've heard of it, I hope? Aveline: These are my off-duty hours. Varric: And the trend of you scaring the piss out of me continues.

Act 1 (The Way It Should Be)

Aveline: Varric, no. Varric: You're the captain, or you will be. It'll be easy. Aveline: I'm not petitioning the viscount to help you steal ownership of the Hanged Man. Varric: Steal? Madam, you wound me. Aveline: I'm about to.

Act 2 (Banter)

Aveline: Blondie, Sunshine, Daisy, Rivaini… what am I? Varric: Beg your pardon? Aveline: You don't call anyone by name except for me. Where's my nickname? Varric: That's not true. There's Hawke. And Bianca. Aveline: Hawke is a family name and Bianca is a crossbow. Don't change the subject. Varric: Haven't thought of a good one yet. What do you think of "Red"? Aveline: Too common. Varric: Well, when you think of one, let me know.

Act 3 (Banter)

Aveline: Why are you still here, Varric? Varric: Starkhaven's too pretentious for me and Cumberland's too boring. Aveline: You always say you hate commitment, but here you are, six years later, still at Hawke's side. Varric: Aveline, I thought you'd have noticed by now: I lie a lot. Aveline: Strange, I always thought I'd wind up arresting you some day. Varric: If I ever decide to get caught, Aveline, you'll be the guard I let catch me. Aveline: How are you at finales, Varric? Varric: I'm expecting some practical experience fairly soon. Aveline: Make it a good one, will you? Varric: For you, madam, endless sunsets and roses.

Act 3 Climax (Banter)

Merrill: How do you do it, living in this city without picking a side? Doesn't it matter to you? Varric: Of course it does. That's why I don't take sides. Merrill: That doesn't make any sense. Varric: I’ve got you and Aveline, Fenris and Anders. Hawke. Isabela.

Legacy DLC (Ambients)

Varric: Why does it always have to be so complicated? Varric: Can't Aveline just bash through the wall? Aveline: Very funny, Varric.

Carver

Combat barks

Varric: Hang on, Junior, help's on the way!

Act 1 (Banter)

Varric: You know, Junior, it's eerie how much resemblance there is between you two. Carver: We're brothers. What's eerie about that? Varric: Oh, you thought I meant Hawke? I was talking about Gamlen. Carver: Maker, I hate you, dwarf. Varric: You know, Junior, you're looking at this all wrong. Carver: Whatever it is you're about to say, I'm not interested. Varric: I'm a professional younger brother. Trust me, the center of attention's the worst place to be. Carver: Varric. Varric: Carver. Carver: Still think you're helping while burying us in debt to your brother? Varric: Still riding side-saddle while bitching at your betters?

Act 2 (Ambients)

Varric: Hawke, about Junior… Maker, I'm sorry. Bartrand will pay for this, I swear.

Act 2 (Plans for the Future)

Hawke: No plans yet. I'm simply trying to look out for my mother. Varric: I suppose after the whole business with Carver, it's a good idea to hang on to what you've got.

Act 2 (Family Matter)

Varric: Carver would still be here if it weren't for Bartrand. Varric: He has to answer for that. I have to set this right… as much as that's possible. Varric: I should thank you for your help with my brother. Varric: He deserved to die after what happened to Carver, but… I couldn't have gone through with that on my own.

Legacy DLC (Introduction)

Carver: Yes, it's all a big joke. Typical. Varric: Oh, don't get your knickers in a knot, Junior.

Legacy DLC (Banter)

Varric: What's the matter, Junior? Three assassination attempts! You're the center of attention! I thought you'd be happier. Carver: To lure my sister into a trap! Not for me! Varric: It's a start! Keep at it, and pretty soon, you'll get some thugs of your very own. Varric: You've been away too long, Junior. Carver: Running short of fodder for your stories? Varric: Do you know another lovable lug with more sword than sense? Carver: With passion’d breath comes darkness, but with many against Her, She finds His Light untiring as it parts the Veil. Isabela: Not sure if I'm aroused or scared. I like it. Varric: Junior took down the Rivaini? Who’s telling this story?

Mark of the Assassin DLC (Banter)

Carver: How do you put up with Bartrand? He's the most arrogant horse's ass I've ever met. Varric: It's not that hard, Junior. He's my brother. Carver: Don't start with that "unconditional love" rubbish. Varric: Forget family ties: I have blackmail material forever. At any point, I can launch into the story of how he peed himself at a grand ball.

Mark of the Assassin DLC (Rescue)

Carver: Go ahead. I know you're thinking it, dwarf. Varric: What? What did I do now? Carver: "Your sister wouldn't have gotten lost! She'd have us all back at the tavern by now!" Varric: Actually, I was thinking, "All these hallways look alike." But sure, knock yourself out, Junior. Carver: So, we're lost. Varric: Just like old times. Carver: Maker, I hope not. I was an ass. Varric: (Laughs.) Fair comment, Junior. All right, let's get this done.

Narration

Varric: The Grey Wardens left Kirkwall. It was months before we learned Carver survived. Varric: Carver joined the templars, just as he said he would. He didn't turn in the Champion, at least. Varric: I felt responsible for Carver's death. He was a good lad, and met a bad end.

Bethany

Act 1 (Introduction)

Hawke: You must have heard of my sister as well, then. Varric: Only a little. She is certainly welcome to come, but I'll leave that up to you. Bethany: Frankly, I'd rather you take the credit. Varric: Madam! Your secrets are safe with me.

Combat barks

Varric: Hold on, Sunshine, I'm coming!

Act 1 (Banter)

Bethany: Are you really not afraid of apostates? Not even a little? Varric: Sunshine, I'm a dwarf, in case you missed that detail. Bethany: Dwarves aren't completely immune to magic, you know. Varric: No, no, no! I meant there are at least thirty people in this town who'd murder my family over trade deals. Varric: So… Milady Sunshine, what's your first act as a noblewoman going to be? Bethany: A noblewoman with no fortune and no title? Looking for work, probably. Varric: Practicality is for peasants, my lady. You need to do something frivolous to celebrate your birthright. Bethany: Such as…? Varric: Come up to the Hightown Market and complain bitterly that there's no Orlesian silk that matches your eyes. Bethany: But what if something does match my eyes? What will I do, then? Varric: Insist that they're blatantly copying you, and demand royalties. A good noble always has a complaint ready, Sunshine.

Act 1 (Deep Roads Expedition)

Bethany: I'm not going to last until the surface. It's coming on faster. Varric: We're in the middle of nowhere. There's no way… oh, Sunshine…

Act 2 (Ambients)

Varric: Poor Sunshine… Bartrand will pay for her death, I promise you.

Act 2 (Plans for the Future)

Hawke: No plans yet. I'm simply trying to look out for my mother. Varric: After everything that happened with Bethany, that's probably good thinking.

Act 2 (Family Matter)

Varric: If it weren't for Bartrand, Bethany would still be here. Varric: He has to answer for that. I have to set this right… as much as that's possible. Varric: I should thank you for your help with my brother. Varric: He deserved it after what happened to Bethany, but... I couldn't have gone through with that on my own.

Legacy DLC (Introduction)

Bethany: I can't believe you two are joking about this. Varric: Don't worry, Sunshine. The laughter just hides the pain. Bethany: So we're just going to walk in, start cutting off heads? Varric: Don't worry, Sunshine. The bloodstains come out.

Legacy DLC (Banter)

Varric: Sunshine? What's wrong? Not feeling well? Bethany: I'm fine, Varric. Just… I expected… templars, or blackmail. I never thought our home would come under attack. Varric: Good. Keep thinking that way. It's got to be nice to think of someplace as safe. Varric: You're not looking so sunny, Sunshine. Bethany: It's not how I wanted to come back. If I did at all. Varric: Now, maybe the old place didn't roll out the welcome, but it's still home, right? Varric: Good to be out and about, Sunshine? Bethany: It's exciting, I'll say that. How much does someone want me dead to attack me in the Gallows? Varric: A Hawke attracting obsessives with a poor grasp of consequence? Color me stunned.

Mark of the Assassin DLC (Banter)

Varric: What's the matter, Sunshine? Thought you'd be enjoying the whole "fancy Orlesian estate" thing more. Bethany: I used to want this, you know? Varric: Still do. I can tell.

Mark of the Assassin DLC (Rescue)

Bethany: Aren't dwarves supposed to have some sort of "stone sense?" Varric: What good is that? Most of the chateau is stone. Knowing where the floor's at isn't going to help us. Bethany: Can't you… I don't know… always find your way around in… caves or something? Varric: Sunshine, all the caves we go to look exactly the same to me. Bethany: Keep up, Varric. I'm sure we're almost there. Varric: You've certainly quickened your stride in the last few years. Bethany: Too much to learn, or, you know, rescue. Varric: There's my Sunshine. Let's go!

Narration

Varric: The Grey Wardens left Kirkwall. It was months before we learned Bethany survived. Varric: Bethany was in the Circle, now. There was nothing we could do for her, poor girl. Varric: I felt responsible for Bethany's death. She was a good girl, and met a bad end.

[animatedapostasy]

What I love about DA2 is that it's a deeply flawed game about deeply flawed characters. Almost everyone has a critical tragic flaw to them. A glaring flaw that informs everything they do.

- Aveline puts law and order above actual injustice.

-Isabela puts herself first and will happily leave a city to burn if it suits her.

-Fenris blinds himself to vengeance and his trauma fuels immense cruelty to mages.

-Merrill intends to fix the mirror, not just to help her people, but to claim glory as the one who restored history.

-Anders kills innocents to spark his revolution and does whatever it takes to make it happen.

-Varric, fitting for his role as a narrator I suppose, doesn't have a tragic flaw. He's a self-avowed liar and cheat but that's nothing compared to the rest of Hawke's crew.

-Carver is willing to do anything to escape his sibling's shadow, even joining the templars.

- Bethany doesn't have a flaw really (good for her! but I like angst which is usually why I like Carver more but Warden!Bethany is tasty)

- Sebastian doesn't have much of a glaring flaw other than being a little boring.

If Hawke weren't around, then even more tragedies probably would have occurred. DA2 is literally just full of walking tragedies about to happen. It makes them all so much more compelling and fun to love. I want all my favorite characters to be horrible monsters I have to make excuses for.

[dragonagekeeper]

Disclaimer: The keep does not record whether or not your Hawke lets Emile sleep with Nella.

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Emile de Launcet is the fifth son of Guillaume de Launcet and Dulci de Launcet, two minor nobles from Orlais. Emile was born in Kirkwall, but was discovered to be a mage at the age of six and taken to the Gallows in Kirkwall.

Meredith requests that Hawke track down 3 dangerous apostates (Huon, Evelina, and Emile de Launcet) and bring them back dead or alive.

If Hawke returns Emile to the Circle:

If Hawke sides with the Circle of Magi in The Last Straw, Emile is present in the Gallows just before the final battle starts as well as during the first stage of the final battle. Attempting to speak with him will have him say that he regrets not being able to say goodbye to his mother, his cluelessness in helping due to his lack of skills as a mage, Meredith being a pretty woman despite wanting kill him, how he regrets coming back and blaming Hawke for his predicament, and (if Hawke allowed him to sleep with Nella) him stating that they are all going to die, but he is glad he was able to have some fun with Nella.

Returned Emile to the Circle, after allowing him to sleep with Nella

Before returning him to the Circle, Hawke can allow Emile to sleep with Nella. If so, she will later show up at the Comte's estate claiming to be pregnant with Emile's child. If Isabela is in the party, Hawke can also propose that she sleeps with Emile. She refuses, saying that she can whore herself without help (this is possible even if Isabela is in a romance with Hawke).

At some point during the party at Chateau Haine, Emile's sister Babette wrote him a letter telling him of the excitement at the party and of seeing a laborer crushed to death when he rolled down with a barrel of wine.[2].

If Hawke let Emile sleep with Nella and he speaks to Dulci at the party, Dulci will bemoan to Hawke about the fact that they weren't able to stop him from doing so, claiming that they would have rather handled blood magic rather than Emile's scandal.

2. Returned Emile to the Circle, but not allowing him to sleep with Nella

I did not find anything specific about what happens if you do not let him sleep with Nella other than the obvious outcome that she does claim to be pregnant with Emile's child.

3. Allowed Emile to go free

If Hawke allows Emile to leave:

Emile leaves Kirkwall. His mother sends Hawke gold along with a thank you letter. When reporting to Meredith, Hawke can either tell the truth or tell the Knight-Commander that Emile is dead. If Hawke tells Meredith the truth, Meredith will simply state that they will track him down soon enough. If Fenris is in the party and not a friend or a full rival, he reveals Hawke's lie. Meredith then says that her templars will pursue Emile.

[princeoforder]

FicKin Sexualities Challenge

I'm not sending in asks anywhere for this but the idea was fun, so kin sexualities, GO!

Cain: Bisexual, said I preferred men but mems are about 50/50 tbh

Qayin: also bisexual, but too busy hating everyone to do anything with it.

Voryn Dagoth: GAY 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈 (Cannot overstate the number of 🏳️‍🌈. My only female friend was Almalexia, I knew no women.)

Colum Asht: Straight, but too busy to do anything with it.

Sekhet: Gay, but mostly Anhotep-sexual.

Nahkriin: ??? I didn't really care. Could've been bi, but my only attachments were men. Leaning grey-ace.

Selese Dumont: Straight, except for Margo. But that tracks.

Mathieu Bellamont: Bisexual

Mairon: Melkor-sexual, and that's literal. There was no one before or after.

Pella Lachance: Straight

Jyggalag: The Definition of Asexual™ but deeply attached to Dyus of Mytheria in a platonic manner. (And everyone did Sanguine at least once.)

Nicolo di Genova: Gay, but entirely Joe-sexual. Probably would've stayed in denial about it without him.

Lan Xichen: Gay, but it didn't work out. (It worked out in the modern tl, though.)

Yana Arvel: Presumed straight from *gestures at offspring with man*, but didn't really think about it. Fairly ace vibes.

Campion: Gay, but only Paul-sexual.

John Allerdyce: Gay, but mostly Bobby-sexual (You've been my first love a lot, Popsicle.)

Tron: Bisexual

Gerard Keay: Bisexual

Fenris: Bisexual

Bela Dimitrescu: Don't know, actually. Not straight. Gonna say asexual but Castle Dimitrescu is a Lesbians Only Zone, even hypothetically.

Vincent Sinclair: Asexual. (I mean...aesthetically, I liked women, but *gestures at Bo's basement* I wasn't doing any of that. And even that vibe wasn't attraction, I think.)

Udo: Gay

Endara: Bisexual, significantly preferred men. Zurana probably doesn't even count.

Faeniel: Straight

Carpenter: Literally only knew Alice, and we weren't really like that. Asexual/Straight

Ellana Lavellan: Straight

Maxwell Trevelyan: Gay

Ethan Winters: Bisexual

Rosalind Lutece: Straight, but...you know. Robert was it.

[janeway-lover]

here's a fun question: which of Seven's outfits did you like the most? the silver one, the burgundy one or the blue one?

Ohh, that's a toughie. I'm inclined to say silver, cause that's the one I've actually cosplayed as, but I think I do like the blue more.

But, if we want to talk about outfits that weren't catsuits, well, that's a longer list.

Any time we see Seven in a Starfleet uniform, I love it.

In "The Killing Game" we actually get a few new outfits. There's her jazz singer dress, which is so sparkly I love it. There's her casual outfit, which is a very cute dress with a jacket and beret, it almost gives me Kit Kittredge vibes. And then we have her undercover, all black turtleneck.

And her Fenris Ranger look in Picard? I love it. I actually have a cutout of her in that outfit that my mom got me for Christmas. I mean, come on, she gets a sweater and a leather jacket? Yes please.

[rowanaelinn]

Elide: Lorcan has a soft spot for you

Aelin: OH MY GOD REALLY??????? IM GONNA USE THAT AGAINST HIM

Me: ....... Aelin? Sweetie? Right after Rowan broke up with you, you went after Lorcan and Elide and Lorcan said you were family. Lorcan helped you move into your new apartment. Lorcan was at your birthday party. When Helia was in surgery, Lorcan told you you had a support system, that your weren't alone anymore and took upon himself to make the calls and help you out because he knew what that'd do to you and because he simply cared since you're >family<. Oh, and now he has agreed that you should be the godmother of his child. Girl, be serious lmao. That man loves you, he considers you family not because he's related to you by blood, but because you've shown him who you are. You're a good friend to his girlfriend and to his friends, you're a good partner to his best friend and you became a mother to his goddaughter. That soft spot is actually a good part of his heart.

everything you said is so right!!!

aelin, as i see it, knows that inside but from the way she reacted to Elide’s question we know she still struggles and think that she is liked only because she is with Rowan!

and she loves him like family too!! when she said she’d have much fun with it, i believe she meant it in a joking way just like how she and fenrys used to mess with him during the holidays and all to have fun, you know? but i agree, lorcan is a softie for her!! maybe i should have expressed all of this very differently, and i’ll definitely keep this in mind for when i rewrite!

thank you for reading!!

[leiawritesstories]

Omg game night with the Galathynius-Whitethorns and company would be so chaotic 👀

it really would be 👀👀

word count: 2.3k

warnings: language, chaos, naughty jokes, alcohol (they're all adults)

enjoy!!

You Little Cheater

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"Are you serious?" Aelin propped her hands on her hips, raising both brows at her husband. "You do remember the last time we did this, yeah?"

"It was fun!" Rowan protested, winking snarkily at her. "Just because you lost at poker doesn't mean--"

"All right, Mr. Bragger," she laughed, "you can stop there."

He grinned. "But I won bragging rights, Fireheart."

"Gods," she groaned. "I've married a child."

"But you love me," he crooned, coming over to slip his arms around her waist.

"But I love you," she agreed, lips curving into a soft grin. "All right, you can tell everyone we're hosting game night."

"Yes!" Rowan kissed her quickly. "Oh, love, this is going to be so fun!"

"You keep telling yourself that," Aelin snickered, kissing him back. "I'll go make sure we have enough beer to placate Fen when he inevitably loses every single round."

~

"WHO'S READY TO LOSE?" Fenrys crowed, bursting into Aelin and Rowan's house with a huge grin plastered on his face and a bottle of tequila in each hand. "I brought presents!"

"Thank you, Fen," Aelin deadpanned, swiping the liquor from him and passing it to her husband, who prudently stored the tequila in the kitchen. Away from Fen's impulsive grasp.

Fenrys beamed. "I'm gonna win this time, I just know it."

"Bullshit!" Lorcan called from the living room, where he was already settled on the couch with a beer in his hand and Elide comfortably tucked into his side, eyeing that beer hungrily.

At twenty-three weeks pregnant, she'd finally gotten over the nausea, but the lack of alcohol was really starting to get to her.

"Thought you were going sober with me, babe," she teased.

Lorcan huffed a laugh. "Yeah, well, that was before I realized Moonbeam would be here."

"Fair enough," Elide snickered.

"I heard that!" Fen screeched. "Asshole!"

"Kinks to yourself, Moon Moon," Lorcan drawled, tipping his beer at the blonde.

Fen's tanned face flushed red and he whirled around to grab himself a beer from the kitchen, grumbling about stupid fucking drunk decisions.

"Wouldn't have to worry if you weren't a stupid drunk, Fen," Aelin crooned, handing him a drink.

"Fuck off," Fen groaned, laughing through his fake irritation.

"We'll save that for later," Rowan smirked, resting his hand dangerously close to his wife's ass.

"Fucking gods!" yelped Aedion from the doorway, where he and Lys and Dorian had just arrived. "At least wait five fucking minutes before tormenting me!"

Aelin responded to her cousin with a silent, single-finger gesture.

"Love ya too," Aedion smirked, blowing her a kiss as he headed into the living room with the others. "Lochan, how's sobriety?"

"Piss off," Elide snorted, tossing a pillow at him.

Aedion smirked. "Okay, okay, I'll stop."

"Damn right you will," she returned. "And you'll shut the hell up about it when I kick your ass at cards."

"So certain you'll win," Aedion drawled.

"Remind me again who's got the longest losing streak out of all of us?" Lys hummed, raising a knowing brow at her boyfriend.

"Shut up," Aedion groaned, flopping against the couch cushions.

Lysandra snickered. "That's right, darling, it's not the pregnant lady."

"I hate you," Aedion mumbled, his voice muffled by the pillow his face was buried in.

"Love you too, babe." The brunette blew him a flirty kiss, resting one hand on his sloppy half-bun.

Aelin waltzed into the living room bearing cards and poker chips and a broad, slightly insane grin. "All right, idiots!" she crowed. "Who's ready to watch Fen and Aedion lose again?"

~

It wasn't even ten o'clock, and almost everyone was tipsy and giggly.

Probably because they'd played their very own version of drinking poker, where whoever lost had to take varying degrees of drinks ranging from a sip from their cup to a shot to chugging an entire beer.

Out of everyone sprawled around Aelin and Rowan's living room, Rowan and Elide were the most sober, followed by Lysandra and, surprisingly, Aelin. Lorcan was buzzed but not into drunk territory, Aedion was slurring every word he spoke, Dorian was currently laying on the floor crossing his eyes at his cards, and Fenrys was draped all over an armchair with his legs halfway over the armrest and a bright green pillow clutched to his chest, giggling uncontrollably.

In case anyone in the room wasn't aware, he'd lost more than half the hands. And subsequently consumed several beers, a healthy dose of wine, and probably too many tequila shots.

"Lorrrrkyyyyyy," Fenrys sang, his slurred voice warbling over the syllables, "whas'thish shay?" Blearily, he fumbled with his cards, dropping them all over himself as he attempted to show Lorcan the card he was trying to decipher.

It was a five of clubs.

"It's a two of hearts, Fen," Lorcan grunted, snickering to himself at his own little joke.

Fenrys grinned a huge, drunken grin, throwing his cards down onto the coffee table. Attempting to throw his cards down, at least; not a single card made it close to the table before landing on the carpet. "I WIN!" he yelled, kicking his feet like a schoolgirl on the phone. "I WINNNNNNN!"

Ever the voice of reason, Rowan punched the blonde on the shoulder. "What ya got, Fen?"

"Full"--*hic*--"house!" Fen declared, managing to collect his cards and fan them out, displaying two sixes, two twos, and the five of clubs Lorcan had informed him was a two. "Six an' twos!"

"Moonbeam," Rowan sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose, "why the fuck do you even listen to Lorcan?"

"Cause he knows I'm smart," Lorcan snorted.

Rowan flipped off the dark-haired man. "Shut the fuck up, Lor."

"Cause he's riiiiiight," Fen beamed, his gaze completely unfocused. "I win!"

"Bitch, you do not!" Dorian elbowed the blonde enough to send him flopping out of his chair and onto the floor. "Tha'sh two pair, I gotta three'kind!" He eagerly displayed his three tens, smirking in triumph. "I beat you!"

"Not here, ya don'," Fenrys giggled, smirking up at Dorian from where he was now lying on the floor.

Dorian's whole face turned crimson. "FEN!" he screeched, smacking the blonde upside the head. "NO!"

"Yeah, yeah, not here," Fen giggled, patting Dorian's ass.

"Get a room!" Elide hollered, throwing pillows at both of the drunk, horny, overgrown children. "Gods, you two."

Dorian hiccupped. "Shoundsh like a good idea," he slurred, grinning down at Fenrys, who just beamed right back and made no attempt to get up off the floor.

Probably because he knew he wouldn't even be able to stand up.

"Hmm, pretty boy--"

"All right!" Lysandra, bottle of wine in her hand, interrupted before either Dorian or Fenrys could actually make good on their drunken promises. "I've got a new idea..."

"Please tell me it involves wine," Aelin smirked, swiping the bottle from her friend and pouring herself a healthy measure.

Lys's grin was borderline sadistic. "Everyone get your asses off the floor!" she commanded, clapping twice. "Ae, go get Twister."

"Fuck yes!" Aelin crowed, hurrying off to the hallway closet to grab Twister from one of the shelves.

"Love," Rowan interrupted--obviously the overbearing buzzard had followed her--"are we sure that's a good idea?"

"It's a fucking wonderful idea," she assured him, beaming proudly. And a little tipsily, if she was being perfectly honest.

He sighed heavily, smothering his soft chuckle. "No more tequila while you're playing, though, okay?"

"You ruin all my fun," she griped, but she nodded.

His lips twitched. "Oh, love, I don't think I ruin all your fun, do I?" That godsdamned look of his, it would be the end of her.

"Perhaps not," she murmured, sweeping her darkening gaze up and down his form.

Then dodging him and hurrying back out to the living room, her giggle echoing in his ears.

~

Lys and Aedion and Elide and Lorcan had moved the furniture out of the way, creating a space large enough for the seven or so adults to play Twister without fearing they'd break something--body or furniture--when they inevitably fell over. Aelin plopped the box atop the couch, pulling the well-loved vinyl mat out and shaking it out over the floor.

"Gimme the spinner," Elide demanded, grabbing the box and settling herself in the relocated armchair. "This pregnant lady isn't going anywhere near you idiots."

"Then why the hell are you by Lorcan?" Aelin snickered, earning herself a rumbling growl from the hulking brute in question.

"I swear to all the fuckin' gods, Galathynius..."

"Hush, you," Elide chortled, nudging her giant of a husband. "Go on."

Lorcan stared at her. "Absolutely the fuck not."

She stared right back. "Go. On."

"No."

"Yes."

The couple stared heatedly at each other for another thirty seconds before Elide pulled her trump card and settled one hand atop her bump. "Your son wants you to have fun with your friends, Lor."

"Gods fuckin' dammit," he mumbled, conceding in an instant. And turning a sharp scowl at everyone else. "Say something, I dare you."

"Such an old softie," Rowan snickered, obviously enjoying the sight of his best friend being complete putty in Elide's petite hands.

"Fuck you."

"Not my job."

Despite himself, Lorcan released a dry laugh, draining the rest of his beer. "Godsdammit, Whitethorn."

"Come on, old men," Aelin interrupted, prodding both of them towards the Twister mat. "No shoes!"

"So bossy," Rowan griped.

"You love it," she hummed, winking lewdly at him.

Dorian's loud wolf whistle was interrupted by Lysandra swatting Aelin. "Get a fuckin' room!"

"Hell no," Aelin retorted, "I've got a game to win!"

"Yeah, we'll see about that," Elide snorted. "Y'all ready?"

~

Sometime long after anyone had stopped looking at the clock, Aelin and Rowan waved goodbye to Aedion and Lys, the last two to leave their house. Elide and Lorcan went home first, once the round of Twister that of course ended with everyone a tangled mess of drunken and tipsy limbs and indignant squawking had ended. Though nobody could protest that it had been immense fun, what with the alcohol livening things up and the constant stream of hilarity that was Fenrys trying to position his face as close to Dorian's ass as possible.

For obvious reasons.

Despite all attempts to sabotage her, Aelin had prevailed eventually, using her years of dance and athletic training to keep her balance even when both Rowan and Lorcan were pressing into her space, the former trying to kiss her into falling over and the latter just shoving his shoulder into hers. She'd retaliated by walking her hand into the closest green space when Elide had called it, which conveniently required Lorcan to try and reach behind himself to complete the move.

Which resulted in the massive man tumbling all over himself.

"Ouch," she heard him mumble to Elide after he'd extricated himself and gone to curl up at her side.

"Poor baby," Elide crooned, laughter twinkling in her eyes. "Right foot, yellow!"

Aelin shot her foot to the yellow circle, "accidentally" tripping Fenrys in the process.

He flopped onto his stomach, pretending to be mad while being completely unable to smother his giggles. "You little cheater!" he squawked, hiccupping.

"You're a little drunk," Aelin snickered, nudging his side with her foot.

Fen yelped in outrage. "AM NOT!"

She raised a brow. "Dorian? Got something to say about that?"

"You're a lightweight!" Dorian grinned, winking at Fenrys.

"LIAR!" Fen screeched, sloppily pushing himself up off the ground and lunging for Dorian, half-tackling him to the carpet.

"Whoa there!" Aelin called, thoroughly enjoying the sight of the two drunkest people in the room "brawling" with each other. "Save the roleplay for later, boys!"

Fen shrieked in protest.

Dorian's whole face burned scarlet.

Beside Aelin, Aedion groaned. "Every single fuckin' pershon here's fuckin' hornyyyy," he slurred.

Lysandra's muffled response to that had resulted in Aedion tripping over himself as he tried to move to the next place Elide called and sending everyone on the mat toppling to the floor as he went sprawling. Only Aelin managed to somewhat escape the chaotic collapse, keeping herself stable enough to declare that she was the winner.

"Want your prize now?" Rowan smirked, wickedness written all over his face.

Elide threw a pillow at him. "Gods above, you two!"

"Love you too, Ells," Aelin crooned.

Shortly later, she and Rowan were waving at Aedion and Lysandra as they departed, leaving their house quiet, the beer bottles in the bin and the glasses in the dishwasher and Twister safely stored back in the closet.

Rowan yawned. "Gods, I'm exhausted."

Aelin snickered. "Putting up with Fen and Dorian wear you out, old man?"

"Hardly," he promised, closing and locking the front door.

She raised an unconvinced brow. "Mhmm."

"I'll show you old man," he purred, effortlessly hoisting her over his shoulder and striding up the stairs with far more stability than she'd expect from someone who'd drunk as much as her darling husband had.

"Please do..." she murmured, deliberately making her voice soft and breathy, "sir."

The growl that rumbled low in his throat at her teasing abruptly cut off into a jaw-cracking yawn.

Terrible timing, given that he was right in the middle of splaying her out on their bed.

Both of them burst into tipsy laughter, Rowan letting his head drop against his wife's chest. "Sign from above, I guess," he laughed.

Aelin kissed her husband's messy hair. "Guess so. I love you, buzzard."

"Love you more, Fireheart."

Neither of them had time to do more than change into comfy pajamas and halfheartedly brush their teeth before sleep claimed them. Still, just as Aelin let her dreams take over her mind, she couldn't suppress the way she grinned at Rowan pulling her into his warmth, ever the big spoon.

Gods, she couldn't wait to make him a dad.

~~~

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[redratt]

a family of shadow lords! no way the oldest daughter is pissed and resentful about being Kinfolk while her twiggy little sister is the favorite child no way at all (a major theme of the chronicle is/was confronting the issues in Garou society and trying to push back against the established mannerisms of the generations before, but i wanted to do it in ways that weren't typical, so instead of having the kinfolk be terribly treated, i just showed the players the realities of the situation: Camile, the Shadow Lord, in opposition to her older sister Nell, who is six foot three and every inch the Valkyrie that their mother is. Nell remembers very vividly the way she used to be treated, the warmth and promise -- and the way it felt when it all went away as she was confirmed to be merely Kinfolk. Sure, she's treated well, but it's a different sort of treatment, and she hates it -- and confronting the more traditional Garou with this is always a fun time. A lot of them try to excuse it, which makes it even worse when Nell -- depending on things -- can die (and has, in a past campaign, which was so fucking wild because she was so fucking mad about it. deadass looking at the PCs as she gets ready to die like "fuck you guys.") in the name of the Nation. Nell is deliberately cast as being almost a Sam Haight; she's mad about her place, resents it, but the tragedy of it is that she is always, always loyal. She'll never betray the Garou. Unfortunately, several of them don't realize this -- including player characters. Yeah, she's headstrong, but if your mom was a Get of Fenris Galliard... you'd probably be too. After she died in the campaign where she did die, her mother -- Get of Fenris Galliard and Valkyrie -- went into a blind Frenzy of grief because she had sent the PCs to watch Nell's movements, and in doing so, she sent the threat on accident that wound up killing her oldest daughter. The bitterest irony of it was the PCs WERE punished... but not for the death of Nell, who was the only kinfolk to die (and was a known lesbian, which meant several of the more conservative Garou had written her off already), but instead for leading a bane to a storehouse where the Garou had been keeping supplies. This is rambling but whatever lol.

[maggicktouched]

If your muse ever thinks that Beck is fun or they enjoy how playful and care free she is, they can hop right on over and tell Midori thank you. Beck was a wild kid, but I mean that in the way that she wanted to escape. That she liked to hang around with animals. That she had more power than she ever knew what to do with.

But she wasn't fun. Beck as a child, at least after the death of her father was skittish and usually quiet. Beck didn't get in trouble by her mother for being a rebel who refused to conform; she conformed to the best of her ability. The only thing is that it was killing her and that it literally didn't matter how hard she tired because it could never be good enough because her mother literally hated her. So she'd try to escape, or even just try to survive and in doing so embarrass her mother. She didn't understand and she often couldn't keep up due to neglect paired with her learning disability. All Beck wanted to do after her father died was run away. She wanted to go back to the wilds and stay.

Midori made a rebel out of her.

Beck thought she was very strange when they first met, and even stranger her parents never scolded her for dressing oddly or talking loud or expressing herself. It was kind of the first smack in the face that showed her just how fucked up her mother's treatment of her and Fenris was. As time went on, their natural energy bounced off each other and both being feral witches, their magic was in sync as well. Midori didn't ever really tell Beck to do anything or stick it to anyone, but eventually Beck kind of became of the mind if nothing she ever did was good enough, what was the point in smothering herself and living a sad, boring life.

Out of the friend group, Beck and Midori are definitely the closest and when they are in the same room you're due for a wild time. They are, in my mind at least, platonic soul mates. Beck would be a very different person if it weren't for Dori.