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A little request from the discord server about Castle “Daddy” Alistair and No Nut November.
CW: free use spice; everything is enthusiastically consensual and part of an established dynamic.
It’s all Keegan’s fault.
Looking back on all the devastation, every fault line to this disaster can be traced back to Keegan fucking Russ and his stupid cocky mouth.
It started like this: the team was playing cards and sharing drinks, the dinner Nova prepared long since enjoyed. They were discussing silly internet trends and challenges, trying to explain to an unimpressed Nikto what the point of it all was.
Castle was listening with mild amusement, shaking his head at the nonsense of it all. The fact that these arbitrary tasks were considered difficult was a mystery to him and he said so. Then Keegan tapped his finger on the table, a glint in his eye.
“Ya know… November is coming up…” he mused.
“What about it?” Castle asked.
Nova to perked up, eyebrows arched. No way would Keegan actually suggest—
“There’s this one challenge I think you’d struggle with Cap. It happens that month.”
Castle snorted softly, tossed a couple cards down. Let the moment draw out just to fuck with his partner, even though they all knew he’d humor him in the end.
“Yeah? What is it?” he asked, taking a swig of his beer.
“It’s called No Nut November. Pretty much what it says on the tin. You don’t cum for the whole month,” Keegan explained. He sat back and crossed his arms, looking smug. “Tell me you wouldn’t fold, Cap.”
Castle leveled him a steady, smoldering look. “I wouldn’t fold.”
Nova shifted, face flushing when Castle focused on her, eyebrows arched in silent invitation. She debated all of three seconds before throwing caution to the wind; Keegan could use a bit of backup against a man so formidable. And besides, she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t curious about what would happen.
“I’m not saying you couldn’t,” she mused, “I’m just saying that given your usual libido, I don’t think it would be a walk in the park.”
He snorted, seeing right through her half-hearted attempt at diplomacy. “Is that right? And what do you think, Nikto?”
A pause as he considered, then spoke low and measured. “The sergeants are getting too cocky.”
Castle smirked. “I agree.”
A week into the “challenge” Keegan had nearly forgotten. The team was busy, not much opportunity for more than cuddles and stolen kisses.
Two weeks in and he was enjoying himself immensely. Teasing Castle with wandering hands, climbing under his desk and getting him right to the edge, only to be stopped by a firm hand in his hair and a low warning that he wasn’t as sly as he thought. It wasn’t like Keegan (or anyone else on the team) was taking on the challenge. They were getting to indulge themselves as often as time and energy would allow - usually with their Daddy right there, talking them through it, organizing them as efficiently as he would in the field. Taking care of them with his mouth and hands to stave off some of his own frustration.
But week three… week three he started to worry. It wasn’t that Castle was struggling. It wasn’t that he was snappish or pent up or frustrated. It was that he seemed perfectly fine. A quick adjustment of his pants here or there, idly stroking himself while he watched his partners together. But he was like fucking iron for himself, and Keegan’s normal admiration was taking on a frightened edge.
And then week four began the silent, unknown countdown. Keegan felt it on the back of his neck like a sniper scope. A little, private smirk on his captain’s face, or a slightly rougher than usual sigh. An unusual flex in his jaw or twitch in his steady hands.
On November 30th, the team was lounging in their private rec room, idly watching a tv show together. Nikto was curled up with Nova in one of the big arm chairs, her head settled on his shoulder. Keegan and Castle were sharing the couch, the latter with an arm thrown over the back around his sergeant’s shoulders.
Halfway through, he glanced casually at his watch. Stood up to take his empty glass to the sink. Sidled back around to his spot.
Then snatched Keegan by the shirt and threw him to the ground.
“What the—”
His sweats were yanked down to midthigh, but his underwear didn’t survive, split right down the seam by brutal hands.
“Did you have fun?” Castle asked, dangerously low and even.
Keegan started to push himself up, but a big hand on the back of his neck stopped him. And then a heavy body followed, pinning him prone to the floor. He shuddered as he felt the thick, hot, rocking fucking hard cock sliding between his asscheeks.
“S-sir…“
A thrust hard enough to rock his entire body, dragging his quickly-filling dick across the carpet. He choked out a noise as reality began to set in. Christ, he almost wished that didn’t feel so good.
“Daddy, I—”
“Asked you a question, didn’t I?” Castle rumbled, voice deceptively casual. “Did you have fun?”
Keegan shuddered, any defiance or self-preservation draining when he felt the pierced head of his daddy’s cock catching at his rim. His well-stretched, well-used, still-wet rim. Because Castle had spent an hour before dinner getting him off on his thick fingers.
“Yeah…”
“What was that? A bit louder, kid.”
“Yes, Daddy, I had fun.”
Castle chuckled, so deep and low and rough that Keegan could feel it in his own chest, all the way down into the pit of squirming stomach.
“Good,” he cooed, “I hope it was worth it. Because now it’s my turn.”
Keegan was a stupid, drooling mess when midnight struck. Stuffed full of his captain’s cock and shuddering on oversensitivity. Would forever deny the high-pitched whine that escaped when he felt the absolute flood of cum being fucked into him. There was so much, it leaked out around Castle’s still-hard cock and dripped down Keegan’s reddened thighs.
“Happy December 1st,” Castle chuckled, pulling out.
Keegan shuddered as he stood, could hear the audibly pop as he cracked his neck.
“Nikto, take care of Keegan. I’m not done with him yet.”
“Yes, sir.”
A heavy, tense pause.
“You know what’s next, don’t you, babygirl?”
“Daddy, I’m not the one that—”
“If you run, I’m fucking you wherever I catch you,” he warned, taking a languid step towards her.
Nikto silently slipped out of the way to kneel down by a dazed Keegan. Nova despaired. “So make your next choice very carefully.”
He had them both twice over that night, leaving them whimpering and sobbing in his bed. They only got a break when Nikto took one for the team, kneeling down to suck Castle off so his partners could get a rest.
The next ten days were a lustful sort of hell. At any moment, without warning, Castle would grab a teammate and press them against the nearest surface - his desk, a wall, a chair, even the counter at gun range - and pound the daylights out of them. Sometimes even going out of his way to sneak up, appearing like a shadow and dragging one of them into a supply closet to ruin them.
On a normal routine, Castle had an almost improbable level of stamina and lust. But after a month without getting off, with satisfying himself on his partners’ pleasure and indulging their teasing? He was utterly insatiable. Keegan made a comment about him being so horny that Castle would override biology and get him pregnant. One day, he’d learn to keep the thoughts inside. Blame it on his brain being ruined by astronomical levels of cock.
The compensation fucking finally began to taper off halfway into December, Castle seeming to level out back to his normal libido. Still high, but not anytime-anywhere-anyone levels anymore. He did chuckle at his jumpy teammates in the aftermath though, watching their pupils blow out whenever he looked at them a certain way.
The next time they played cards (everyone but Castle sitting gingerly in their chairs) he smirked at Keegan around his beer bottle.
“So, you wanna try your luck next year?”
#cod#thoughts™️#my writing#fanfiction#cod oc#my oc#castle ‘daddy’ alistair#captain daddy#keegan p russ#nova cod#cod nikto
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Captain witnesses Bunny's strength first hand.
Once again, writing about my favorite captain, Castle "Daddy" Alistair, an OC made by @charliemwrites, this one is more of a drabble I suppose but I hope you all enjoy nonetheless :) This is set a year before my last fic and is more from Castle's POV.
Warning: The following contains violence and suggestive content.
Reader's discretion is advised.
MINORS DON'T INTERACT
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"Shit..." Castle hisses, his stomach churning with anxiety as it becomes increasingly obvious that he's pinned, armed with no ammo and a simple combat knife, hidden from sight with a tipped over, flimsy ass table.
The crunch of shattered glass and rubble beneath heavy foot falls only promising danger as the enemy approaches.
He freezes, breath trapped within his lungs to listen carefully, only for his heartbeat to begin pounding in his ears.
Dammit.
The footsteps grow louder and clearer with increasing proximity, death knocking on Alistair door, waiting to be let in with the final step.
"Hey! What're you—"
A pained yelp echoes from the enemy, wood chips and pieces of—wait...
That's a chair leg...
There's a sudden, quickly approaching sound of footsteps, causing the captain to tense with anticipation, readying his knife for the attack as he keeps himself hidden behind the side-turned table.
A gunshot pops in the air, contorting Castle's facial expression into a wince, but it falls into that of concern and shock as he hears a familiar voice echo out.
"You missed."
Quickly, the CO jumps to his feet, just in time to see the newest addition to his team tackle the enemy, throwing them to the floor with a grunt.
"FUCK—" just as quickly as the enemy shouts in startlement, they're silenced with a jerk of their head, Bunny easily snapping their neck with a sharp crack.
That man was twice her size.
And she put him down so fucking easily, without struggle.
And the captain is unsure whether he should be alarmed with how easily he chubbed up in his pants.
Now's not the fucking time.
"Sir, you a'ight? Nothing broken or bleeding?"
Finally, he releases the breath he's been holding this whole time, chuckling lowly in relief and warmth.
"I'm fine, came right on time, doll."
Bunny grins beneath her helmet, her only indication is the squint of her doe eyes through the visor of her goggles.
"Bunny, sitrep."
Her radio crackles to life, Nova's voice echoing from the device.
"Solid, found Daddy. We're coming to you."
Jesus, why did she have to sound so good saying his callsign like that?
#cod#cod oc#oc x oc#call of duty#captain daddy#Captain Castle “Daddy” Alistair#Castle “Daddy” Alistair#Tommi “Bunny” Clyde#Sergeant Tommi “Bunny” Clyde#Sergeant Bunny#suggestive#nsfw?#cod specgru#oc
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I am shamelessly blaming @charliemwrites for this little ficlet before I even manage to get my (wholeass team wtf) OCs character profiles written and posted.
Tags/CWs: Written while at work, not proofread, in which Mimic is forever hopeless, wholesome, my captain is shamelessly designed after an Overwatch character (fite me).
Result of brain worms under the cut
Mimic could tell by the way her hands ached that a storm would be rolling in soon. She often joked that weather prediction was the only benefit to having arthritis in her 30s. The dull ache had her absentmindedly massaging her hands as she sat in the common room of a different team's base. Captain Reinhart and Captain Alistair were in the latter's office, discussing the team up for the upcoming mission. Rusty was chatting away idly with you and Keegan, clearly enjoying every moment that he made the two of you laugh.
The team up was going to utilize you, Nova, Rusty, and Mimic, under Captain Alistair's command. Once discussions were finished, Captain Bastian Reinhart was going to head back to his own team's home base. Mimic didn't mind working with other teams. She enjoyed meeting new people, and spending time in new places. She was currently enjoying the sight of your face lighting up every time Rusty got you to laugh. It was adorable.
She feels a hand come down on her shoulder, large, warm, and gentle. Her first thought was that it was Reinhart, ever the father figure checking up on his little Maus. Mimic was expecting bright blue eyes when she turned to look up at the person behind her. The dark brown eyes staring back at her were a surprise. Those eyes, combined with a gentle, friendly smile were enough to make her cheeks flush a soft pink.
"Alright, Lieutenant?" Captain Alistair asks her, with a slight nod to her hands. Mimic nods and quickly tucks her hands between her plush thighs, her blush getting darker.
"Oh! Yes, sir. I'll be fine. Just a little achy with the inclement weather incoming." She replies, her voice surprisingly timid for a special operative. She stands, moving herself out from under his hand as politely as she can, trying to think of an excuse to let her escape. Rusty picks that exact moment to call her over and invite her to join his conversation with you and Keegan. Mimic excuses herself with a polite nod to Captain Alistair, joining the three of you to help Rusty tell a story.
"Don't you worry too much about Maus, Castle." Reinhart says, clapping the other man on the shoulder. "She is not one for accepting help willingly. But she will not neglect herself, either. Do not be put off by her being skittish." The giant German man grins down at Captain Alistair, who looks back over at Mimic, an idea already forming in the back of his mind.
#I have no idea how to end this#mimic writes#cod ocs#my cod ocs#captain castle alistair#captain daddy#lieutenant renee foster#lieutenant mimic#captain bastion reinhart#sergeant logan steiner#sergeant rusty#charliemwrites#dammit charlie#a waltz with patience
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Tomorrow
@charliemwrites
I debated for some time whether or not I should post this, but in the end, my desire to share stories won.
Cw/Tw : mentions/discussion of losing faith (religious) & mentions/discussion of child death. Take care of yourselves <3
It was rare for Nélida to be uncomfortable. Sure, there were things that annoyed her, things that stressed her and things that made her afraid. She wasn’t ashamed to admit that- she was human, and it was in Men’s nature to feel, whether the emotions were positive or negative. Things that made her uncomfortable though? Things that made her skin crawl with unease and the desire to be anywhere else than where she was at the moment? Those were rare. Oh, they existed. And they made her soul tense up when mentioned.
“I don’t think that’s right, though…” Nova said, sprawled on the couch with Keegan as they argued. Nikto was sitting in a love seat, doing crosswords almost absentmindedly as he quietly listened to the sergeants talking. Castle was reading a book, not really paying attention. Meanwhile, Nélida was sitting on the ground in front of her Captain, her back leaning against his legs.
“No, I’m quite sure… It's like that thing with Adam and Eve, right? Banned from Paradise for touching the forbidden fruit or something.” Keegan replied.
“Adam and Eve were expelled from Eden to prevent them from eating from the tree of life, which would have made them eternal, not because they ate the forbidden fruit of the tree of knowledge of good and evil.” Nélida absently corrected, shocking the two sergeants into silence. Noting the absence of talking, she blinked and looked up, meeting the bewildered gazes of her team.
“What?” She asked, a bit confused.
“I didn’t know you knew so much about… Bible-y things.” Nova said, tilting her head in curiosity.
“Oh.. yes, I guess I just… never talked about it.” Nélida tensed slightly, her hands playing idly with Castle’s shoelaces.
“Are you Christian?” Keegan leaned forward, eager to know more about her. A small pregnant pause followed the question, broken by a shuddering breath Nélida took.
“…was.” She whispered. Nikto frowned, shuffling in his seat.
“Oh.. well, what is, or was maybe, your favorite Bible quote?” Nova frowned a little at Keegan’s question, eyes darting between his oblivious self and Nélida’s crisped expression.
Castle had put his book down, lips pursing at the tense atmosphere in the room. He let one of his big paw-like hands slowly come down to rest against Nélida’s nape, the weight reassuring.
Keegan, realizing his mistake, opened his mouth to apologize, before being cut off by the older woman.
“It..” she started, clearing her throat as her voice broke.
Nikto crouched down next to her, presenting his gloved hand, palm up, to her. Nélida took it, taking a deep breath, before starting to speak once more.
“It is… or was, perhaps, Isaiah 41:10." She admitted, clearing her throat once more.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean-" Keegan started, before being cut off by Nélida throwing a small smile his way.
"It's fine, amor, you didn't know."
Silence reigned for a while, before Castle hummed.
"Well now, what do you all say we play a game, hmm? Anyone up for strip poker?"
As Nova got up to go take the cards, Nélida squeezed Nikto's hand in thanks and threw a grateful glance over her shoulder at her Captain.
~~~
Nélida prefered to be the big spoon when cuddling. She just liked that position better. But sometimes, she just wanted to be held, to feel like nothing could hurt her when she was safely cocooned in her lovers' arms.
Castle rumbled quietly, scratching at Nélida's scalp gently.
"What's bothering you so much, mamí?"
"...just.. memories.." The woman mumbled, her voice slightly muffled due to the fact that her face was burried in the older man's pecs.
"Wannna talk about it?" Castle gently asked, like she was a feral animal that was being cornered.
"...Perdí a mi bebé... Mi hijo- mi hijo sólo tenía dos años y- murió..." She erupted in cries, Nélida's body was wracked with sobs, the comforting weight of Castle's hands caressing her back seemingly ineffective.
"I prayed.. I prayed so fucking much-! And my s-son, my son still.. still-!" Nélida gasped breaths in as Castle grounded her, his voice in her ear telling her to breathe helping.
"Doctors said it was CNS tumors..that there was nothing they could do, that- that it was too late.. that I noticed it too late.."
"I just- I- I miss him so much.. I wondered, why God? Why my son?" Her voice broke on the last word, trailing off into whimpers and sniffles.
Castle hummed, pressing a kiss to Nélida's forehead. He didn't quite know what to say, but he knew that what Nélida had said had probably been weighing on her for quite some time.
It took a while for Nélida to calm down, her eyes puffy and red with her anguish.
"Thank you for listening.. I-.. it's probably not fair on you, but I really needed to talk about it.."
Castle smiled sadly, a thumb drying one of his mamí's tears.
"I know this was difficult to talk about, but I'm glad you let it off your chest, love. If you ever want to talk, know that I'm here. If you don't want to talk and just want someone to hold you, I'm also here." He said, gaining himself a wobbly smile.
"Thank you, Castle... I really appreciate it."
Thye both knew she would hide anything was wrong the next morning. That she would burry her feelings deep inside her heart until they rose to the surface again. But for now, they fell asleep. Tomorrow would be different.
"...Perdí a mi bebé... Mi hijo- mi hijo sólo tenía dos años y- murió..." : “…I lost my baby… My son- my son was only two and he-.. he died…”
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Isaiah 41:10
“Fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God; I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.”
#writing#cod mw2#oc x oc#oc x character#Nélida ‘Mommy’ Álvarez x Castle ‘Daddy’ Alistair#Nélida ‘Mommy’ Álvarez x Nikto#Nélida Álvarez#Castle Alistair#Captain Daddy#Nélida x Castle#cw: child death#(mentioned/discussed)#cw: loss of faith#tw: child death#mentioned/discussed
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ISOLDE.
#oh the essay i could write on how much i DESPISE her#alistair started talking about her and all the hatred i had for her came back in force#and now i'm face to face with her and i'm starting to think it's morally and logically correct to sacrifice her#first for being a child neglecter and second for enabling all the chaos and death and destruction to redcliffe#all so she wouldn't disappoint her fereldan daddy who is ALSO a child neglecter but she's worse and i can't kill him tragically#but even fucking. about to enter the castle after saving the village after SEVERAL NIGHTS OF DEATH BECAUSE OF THIS#and she scoffs at alistairs mere presence?? bitch he was 8 when you saw him last and sent him away! EIGHT!!#fuck you and the noble you rode on#dragon age origins#and as for logically correct: if you leave the village at all before battle everyone (except teagan) is killed. EVERYONE. and that's 1 night#after several days of attacks! no one else is left!! but the demon is still alive in the castle and anything can happen#and it takes 1-2 days to get to the circle to get the mages. leaving for up to 4 days to get more help to *possibly* stop more deaths?#and it's clear arl eamons life takes priority over all else....#so yeah time to kill a bitch i guess 💅
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its 5am. i am very tired. i do not want to go through and pick out all the best responses when i have a test today. so what youre getting now is:
every single character that was submitted [unless i didnt feel comfortable adding them to the data]
^ this includes:
- i didnt feel comfortable putting them in [they are a kid is the most likely answer]
- they break the rules
and goodnight everyone im going back to bed you get your pairings later today. feel free to demand your malewife be in the pairings in the notes of this post all you want but be nice
and sorry to the ppl checking the tags in the search bar for ANY of these characters
read more because we got 301 and then some submissions:
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Yoo Joonghyuk [Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint]
You [The Voter]
Zagreus [Hades]
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Petals in the Wind Chapter 3
Awakening in the legendary city of Pacheco Delphinium speaks with yet more familiar faces... Not to mention the mysterious Lord who rescued her in the first place.
Once again I was broken out of my introspection by yet more familiar voices. The shrill joyous laugh of a child mixed with the whoops and howls of werewolves.
I saw Randall first, a steely gray wolf who stood taller than I. His large sweeping tail somehow missed all the expensive decorations the lavish castle had to offer, but I still found myself moving towards the excitement. Upon getting closer the small form of a child rode in on the shoulders of a short red-headed, and wild haired woman, Abbott. Willow laughed and laughed as the dogs jostled her around taking extra care not to hurt what I assumed they would affectionately be calling her, little puppy.
Abbott stopped dead as she looked down the hall, her yellow eyes staring directly at me,
“Mcgowan?” I smiled looking to her,
“Just call me Delphinium, Abbott. I don’t want to be related to the Mcgowan’s anymore.” There was a silence before Abbott rushed forward and held me tightly. Willow giggled, hugging my head and Randall curled around us. The embrace was warm and full of smiles. It felt like what I had assumed being in a family to feel like. Abbott backed away but cupped my face,
“You… You look so much happier Delphinium! I’m so happy you’re here. I’m happy you’re not going back.” Randall made a sort of gruff wolf noise in reply to Abbott and she huffed,
“Well o’course I don’t mean it to be rude Randall, but the poor thing was getting treated like… well me. No living soul deserves abuses like that, least of all Delphinium. Which by the way, Randall and I thank you for helping us Delphinium. If you need anything from us you just let us know, alright darling?” I smiled as Randall headbutt my shoulder gently before resting his head on mine. The werewolf had explained to me through the silver chains my family had bound him with that he preferred being a wolf over being a human. The form feeling right over the body he’d been born with. I remembered Abbott saying she’d felt the same about her own body. How she’d been born into the wrong one, and after she’d been bit by Randall and changed for that first time she knew who she really was,
“Wolves don’t lie. They see beyond your eyes and fur. All wild wolves know, and welcome Moon wolves- it’s what they call us werewolves- but they see farther than that. They saw who Randall and I really are.”
The werewolves doted over me as Willow climbed down and suddenly jumped onto my leg,
“Hello Del! Mommy’s gonna have my baby sibling soon!” The werewolves stopped and picked her up squishing her gently,
“That’s right puppy! And we’re here to look after you and your brother while she focuses on… uh…” Randall barked, as Abbott smiled,
“Right! She’s gotta command the Storks to bring the little pup here! Vampire powers and all that.” Willow nodded, totally believing the lie. Abbott nodded before looking around and sighing,
“Willow, speaking of your siblings, where’s Valere?” She smiled sweetly, innocently,
“With Mommy and Daddy.” The werewolves groaned and I spoke up, feeling for them,
“I can go send him away. I still haven’t seen Rodriguez and Penelope yet.” Randall made a series of gentle barks and grumbles, Abbott nodded in agreement before turning to me,
“Sure darling, just ask him to go to the fountain courtyard. We’ll get out of your hair. Say hello to Alistair for us if you happen to see him!” The wolves trotted down the hall as Willow waved goodbye to me. I turned to ask Sybil where the vampires were but I caught only the faraway sight of Tabitha on a cloud and the distant view of the blonde Lilith and Sybil zooming around the sky with a few other figures that I didn’t recognize. The mansion grew quiet, and the halls long. I started down the hall the wolves had come down, with luck I’d find the family or perhaps a member of the house staff. But the more I walked the quieter the house seemed to become.
Two candles flanking a door blew out as a cold gust of wind pushed past me, creaking open the door. I could never explain the feeling but the need to enter the room was like a dread filled curious pull. I shouldn’t have, but I entered that room and found a quiet reading room filled with flowers. Bookshelves covered the walls and a fireplace sat dusty and unused under the watchful presence of two armchairs. Though the mantle too was covered in flowers of which I couldn’t make out in the darkness, I noticed what looked to be a covered painting on the wall above. My feet tiptoed across the floor without my knowledge. But I bumped into a table between the chairs and there was a slow pluck from a music box. Although I heard only one note I recognized it immediately. I glanced down to the twinkling music box, the light from outside hitting the gems that decorated it. The wind up key was still in its place and after a few turns I let the small metal ballroom dance. Just as I had suspected, the song it played was identical to what I had heard in my dream. Now the notes were clear and strong. I listened as intensely as I could to try and remember where I knew the song from because I did know it… but from where? The words I knew the song had were right on the tip of my tongue but no words would fill in this blank.
Knock knock,
“H-Hello?” I turned and gasped at the imposing figure standing at the door. With a wave of their hand the candles and fire around the room jumped to life. Alistair was illuminated by the glow of the firelight, the shadows making him look cross. So too were the many coloured stalks of delphinium flowers that were scattered and seemed to memorialize as well as decorate the room. I sputtered as the music did too, the song coming to a disjointed end. Alistair stepped forward and passed me for an especially blue stalk by one of the bookshelf counters. I stood nearly shaking, he was an imposing figure and I knew he was powerful. The last thing I wanted to do was inspire distrust in him since I quite liked what this new life was shaping up to be. No need to end it prematurely…
He handled the dried blooms delicately. His deep ruby eyes inspected the flowers deeply, searching for something with no particular haste. His voice was quiet,
“Do you care for your namesake at all? The flowers that is.” I fiddled with my hands slowly walking beside Alistair,
“Sure I like the flowers. But it’s not like I’ve ever been around them. They weren’t allowed in the village.” Alistair put down the flowers as I traced the petals of a pink delphinium,
“Oh? Then how do you know them at all?”
“Books,” I replied smiling to myself, “I spent hours bedridden having nothing to do but read. I traced the pictures so many times the ink wore thin.” As angry as I’d assumed him to be, he seemed to be just as melancholy as ever. He sighed, as he turned away I turned too. Just watching him walk memoratively tracing his hands around leaving trails in the dusty surfaces of the room. He paused looking at the painting before staring down at the music box. He stared at me for a moment, for a moment I saw his skin become rosy, there was the ghost of smile, but the vision flickered till his porcelain white skin and blank, yet… pointed expression stared back at me. I wanted to say something, anything- but the words wouldn’t come. Alistair hummed,
“You aren’t in trouble, you know. All the off limits areas are locked and guarded. I do wonder how you found yourself here though… Not many enter this room, fewer still wind up the music box.” I swallowed thickly, even though he gave good news, his voice tilted. He was looking for something in my reply,
“I don’t know. I just felt drawn here. What did you use the room for?” Alistair beckoned me to follow him outside the room, waving the candles to snuff their flames as we left,
“It was a reading room for… Someone who lived with me long long ago. They passed away so I filled their favourite room with their favourite flowers in remembrance. You are welcome to read the material there. I just ask you to mind the flowers, yes?” I nodded captivated with his every word as he basically glided beside me. His pace perfectly matched mine in an effortless manner that gave an air of regality to him. As we walked in silence I thought back to what the witches had gotten me thinking about. It wouldn’t be rude to ask, right? I mean I deserved to know what had so suddenly compelled the statue-like vampire to save me: A dying, timid, and plain girl who’s cruel family had been his jailors. Only to create a burden or a damper at the very least, to a large group of weak and injured people needing to move as quickly as possible.
“Alistair,” I began, unsure exactly how to word the question. He looked to me, coming to a full stop. I swallowed thickly,
“Or should I call you My Lord? Lord Alistair-”
“Just… Alistair, is fine. Please, speak your mind.” There was a deep breath before I spoke. A false confidence settling into my bones,
“Why did you save me…?” He was still. Eerily so. There was a familiarity in his posture, his hand twitched… He didn’t meet my gaze. (Like he always did when he was hiding something-) What? Why- How did I know that? Was it even true? Alistair coughed looking miserable as he motioned toward the door beside us,
“Rodriguez and Penelope are here. Have a pleasant day Delphinium.” and with that… Away he went. Cape spread behind him fluttering in the breeze of his strides.
I stood outside the door for only a moment longer. To think such a thing… Sybil must’ve given me something strange
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Dreaming Out Loud
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Chapter 118:Poison & Wine
"What is taking him so long?" Ravenna complained impatiently, as she paced the garden.
"Patience...finding a person to trap in the tower is actually harder than it sounds," Gothel admonished. The Queen huffed.
"Have you thought about how you're going to administer the poison to your step-daughter yet? Because that will not be easy either," Gothel warned.
"No...the little retch is always surrounded by family and she'd never agree to be alone with me. It will have to be by surprise and the only time we're ever in the same room together is the weekly meetings," she mused, as she bit her bottom lip.
"But if I can get close enough by doing something to make her irate...I can thrust the vial toward her heart, assuming she doesn't have to drink it?" Ravenna questioned.
"No...if you break the vial, it takes an ethereal form and will infect whatever you aim it at," Gothel told her. Ravenna smirked.
"Excellent...then I think I know exactly how I will do this and then the Chernabog will help me make a quick escape," she replied, as they saw the beast flying over head. He had returned and there was an unconscious girl in his talons.
"You went for a Princess, I see?" Gothel stated, as he dumped the blonde youth at their feet and transformed back into his human form.
"She wandered away from her palace and into the woods. She made herself an easy target," he responded.
"Do you know this Princess?" Ravenna asked.
"I know of her. This magical forest is divided into three territories. There is the southern marsh region, ruled by Queen Eudora and her daughter Tiana. Then there is the central plains region, which is ruled by King Wesley and his son Prince Gregor. Both are benevolent rulers, but will be easily overthrown when the time comes. Then there is the northern region, Corona, which is ruled by King Frederic and Queen Arianna," she explained, as she looked down at the girl.
"And this is their daughter, Princess Rapunzel. This seems like fate," Gothel mused.
"What do you mean?" Frollo questioned.
"Years ago...I almost stole this very newborn Princess to put in the tower so I could come and go as I pleased while I cultivated by potion and ultimate plan. But then I realized that the only way I would eventually have the power I need was to have a child of my own," she answered.
"You have a child?" Ravenna asked. Gothel smirked.
"I did...but don't worry, I lack the humanity to care about her like most parents. She will only be useful to me when she is grown," Gothel replied, as she poofed the unconscious Princess into the tower.
"We should be going now. I'm eager to leave this place for greener pastures," Gothel said, as they followed.
~*~
Flashback
New York
Nearly 32 Years Ago
Kenneth Grimm arrived at the library that afternoon. His family had owned this library since its inception, but it was no ordinary library. Housed within these walls was a room that was off limits to ordinary patrons. It was the room where he housed all the books of story that his family had been long guarded with protecting. His ancestors, two brothers of the same last name, had been the original authors to pen stories based upon the fantastical things they had witnessed; such stories that were thought only to be fairy tales and myths now. His ancestors had taken a lot of creative liberties in those stories and over the years, many other authors had created their own versions. But within the last century, Kenneth's grandfather, Alistair Grimm had decided that they needed a real account of all those stories as they had actually happened and were still happening. These stories would not be for mass production or consumer consumption. These accounts were to be historical with no author manipulation. It was an undertaking that he needed help with though, so he had traveled to one of the few supernatural meccas in this land without magic.
There were a few places where this world could converge with the realms of story and magic. Upon arriving, his grandfather met with the Sorcerer's Apprentice and presented his idea. The Apprentice agreed that the idea had a lot of merit and agreed to commissioning the books of historical story, but with the stipulation that he was allowed to appoint the authors and that they might not always be of the Grimm bloodline. Reluctantly, Alistair agreed to that and while his son went on to be an author, Kenneth's father's life was cut short due to cancer. Since Kenneth had not been ready at the time to take the enchanted pen, the Sorcerer's Apprentice appointed a man named Isaac Heller as the next author and he went on to record some of the Enchanted Forest's greatest stories, like the real account behind the story of Persephone and Hades, the real story of Snow White and Prince Charming, as well as the real story of many other well known fairy tale entities.
But as with any author, the temptation to leave his own mark and manipulate events proved too great for Isaac. He grew jealous of heroes like Prince Charming and Snow White for all the glory they received. He planned to sully their heroics by manipulating them into doing something terrible by using fear through their unborn child. But fortunately, before he could complete his deception by giving Snow White a very unpleasant vision about her unborn daughter, he had stepped in and stopped him by taking the pen. And since he had broken the rules of the author, Isaac was cast out of their order and Kenneth was awarded the authorship in time to save everything. As a result, Snow White and her husband remained on a path of good and did not commit an atrocity against Maleficent.
Unexpectedly though, as he sat down to record that day's events, something unprecedented was happening. Something that had never happened and something that would change everything.
"I don't believe it…" he uttered, as he watched the pen record events as they unfolded. There had been occasional crossovers between this world and those beyond, but they had always been minor occurrences. But this...this was something that had never happened.
"She did it…" he uttered.
"Did what daddy?" little Annie Grimm asked.
"The Evil Queen...she cast her curse and has brought everyone to this land," he told her. Though she was only eight, his daughter was forever enthralled by the stories and already had aspirations of becoming the author someday.
"Is that bad?" she asked.
"It definitely changes everything. There are people in this world that know about them like us. But they want to destroy the magic," he replied.
"You mean the Order of the Jackal?" she asked.
"That is their ancient name, though these days, they have been going by the Home Office, led by none other than the disgraced sorceress, Circe," he answered.
"What will you do, daddy?" Annie asked.
"I cannot interfere...I would be no better than Isaac if I did. I will record these cursed years until the Savior breaks the curse in the twenty-eight years. And by then, you'll be the author and pick up where I leave off. I daresay your tenure as author will be very interesting," he told her.
~*~
Present Day
New York
Annie sighed and closed the book. She didn't like this development at all. She was very fond of Snow White and her family. She had grown quite attached to these characters and Ravenna's plot weighed heavily on her. But she would never violate the Order of Grimm's rules and could only hope that once again, Snow White and her family could overcome evil as they had always managed to.
"Annie…" she heard a voice and looked up to see her brother Adrian there. He was younger than her and an aspiring author himself.
"What is it?" she asked.
"Circe's father...he's gathering a meeting of his daughter's order now. Something tells me this is big," he replied.
"It doesn't matter...you know we can't interfere," she reminded.
"Father said that in the most dire of circumstances that we could use the pen to access Storybrooke," he reminded.
"Adrian...I don't know…" she lamented.
"Don't you think this is dire circumstances? You know that the Dragon plans to do," he reminded. She sighed.
"Most people in this land wouldn't believe in magic even if it was being shown to them right in front of their faces," she admonished.
"But there is plenty that would and then the process of storytelling would be irrevocably ruined for all time. Storybrooke would become like a living zoo for people to parade through for their own amusement," he warned.
"That's only if the Dragon really succeeded in controlling all the magic," she countered.
"Can we really take the chance that he might? This is what our family does, Annie. We're Grimm's and we have to protect the secrets of the story realms beyond this one. We need to keep the Land Without Magic from meeting the United Realms of magic and story," implored. She sighed, knowing he was right.
"Let's pack and then get on the road. If we drive all night, we can be there by morning," she said. He nodded, as they hurried off to pack their things.
~*~
The day had started out routinely for them both, but they quickly received word of growing turmoil in the Southern Isles. It appeared that the resistance that had been building had finally reached a boiling point and they were threatening war on the palace. Ravenna was strangely no where to be found and neither was the Chernabog, which might have been the reason the resistance against her had chosen this time.
Her brothers had requested aide from neighboring Kingdoms and Midas had responded militarily. Snow and David didn't like that at all. They didn't want Midas' army to incite a war and create a bloodbath. So they had left the palace through one of Hades' insta-portals and were now approaching the castle of the Southern Isles. It was her, David, Lancelot, Grumpy, and a few other soldiers.
The people of this Kingdom were rioting outside the castle walls and the sound of it was like a whirring in their ears. Lancelot and his top soldiers were wearing traditional chain mail, ready to go to battle if needed. Snow and David donned traditional royal attire for matters of diplomacy. She wore a whitish gold gown and he wore his formal red coat and black leather pants with boots. As they arrived at the castle gates, Snow put her hands up and the riot quieted briefly.
"We're here in hopes to find a peaceful resolution to this situation," she declared.
"There is no peaceful resolution!" a man said, as he stepped forward.
"Either remove that corrupt woman from her Throne or we will do it and there will be nothing peaceful about it," he growled. David put his hand up.
"Ravenna will be removed. She has failed to serve her people adequately and Persephone has already declared that she is no longer fit for her Throne. But we ask that you allow us to handle this," David implored.
"If you don't...we will," the man promised, as they portaled inside the castle and were met with Hans and three of his elder brothers, Nikolai, Emil, and Johan.
"Where is Ravenna?" David demanded to know. The four brothers exchanged glances.
"She's not here," Hans spoke first.
"Then she's running?" Lancelot inquired.
"We don't think so. She's left the Kingdom, but for what purpose, we do not know," Nikolai reported.
"If she left the Kingdom, it would have been aboard a royal liner and the journey would have been recorded," Snow said.
"Yes...but we discovered after she was gone that she chose to board a commercial cruiser," Emil offered.
"So she can hide where she's going and what she might be doing," David deduced. Snow sighed.
"You're aware that your people are ready to overthrow your entire family, are you not?" Snow questioned. They nodded.
"None of us agree with what Ravenna is doing. She's obsessed…" Johan revealed.
"Obsessed with what?" David questioned. Nikolai shifted uncomfortably.
"With killing you, Your Majesty," he informed, looking at Snow. David clenched his fist.
"What about Dalben? He's the oldest after Arawn. He can ascend the Throne rightfully if he's freed," David said.
"If we could have done that, we would have already...but Dalben is dead. We found him hanging in his cell this morning," Emil said.
"Do you really believe he committed suicide?" Lancelot questioned.
"No...we do not," Johan responded.
"Who is next in line?" Snow inquired.
"That would be me, Your Majesty," Nikolai stated.
"You must understand that we haven't been impressed by your family's conduct. First Hans tried to Kill Queen Elsa and Princess Anna to overtake Arendelle. And then Arawn killed thousands in his conquest to rule all the Kingdoms," Snow reminded.
"We know that our track record is not good, but Hans will mind his place, Arawn is imprisoned and I assume that we can count on your help to place Ravenna under arrest as well?" Emil asked. David nodded.
"Yes...but you have to be ready to step up and lead. Your people are at their wits end. They won't tolerate another corrupt ruler," David warned.
"And I would very much like to follow the example that I have seen set by rulers such as yourselves," Nikolai claimed.
"We are united in this opinion," Johan added.
"We do not want to see our people suffer any longer," Emil continued.
"Then we'll be calling an emergency meeting of the Kingdoms immediately to install you as King and issue an official arrest warrant for Queen Ravenna and Claude Frollo. In the meantime, the rest of you must quell your people and assure them that justice is in the process of being one," Snow declared.
"To help them believe your words, we'll immediately dispatch relief aide. Your people will have food, water, and other comforts within hours," David added. The brothers looked relieved.
"Thank you, Your Majesties. We will not spit on this chance and strive to repair our sullied reputation," Nikolai stated, already sounding like a King.
"See that you don't...because this will be your final chance," Snow declared, as they used another insta-portal to return to their palace, with Nikolai following to claim his new Throne during the actions that were about to take place.
~*~
Emma looked at Percival through the glass, as he sat in the interrogation room.
"He looks nervous," Neal commented.
"Yeah...which seems odd for a Knight of the Roundtable. I mean, these guys are supposed to be legendary pillars of good," Emma observed.
"Yeah...but if you're doing something you're not supposed to be doing, even the coolest heads can sweat," he replied, as she looked at the vial of glittering red substance.
"Any luck with that annoying witch?" she asked.
"No...she just seems smug and keeps speaking in riddles. She definitely knows what's going on and if my gut is right, she could probably blow this guy out of the water on whatever he's hiding," he replied.
"But getting her talk will be damn near impossible," Emma said.
"Maybe for us...but I made a call," Neal replied. She smirked.
"You know my step-grandpa isn't all that scary anymore, right?" she teased.
"Emma...that hurts, you know," Hades quipped, as he appeared through one of his insta-portals. She smirked.
"Okay...so you can still be scary. Just not to us," she amended.
"Thank you. I may not be the God of the Underworld anymore, but I can still have your grandmother inform Prometheus when there is a particular soul that deserves harsh judgment," he reminded, as he looked through the window.
"You arrested Sir Percival?" he asked, his voice having an impressed note.
"Yep and the witch of Dunbroch," Emma replied.
"That's even more impressive, but she's irritating. I hope you don't want me to talk to her," Hades said. Emma winced.
"She's not talking so a threat from you might help loosen her tongue," she replied.
"But first...this is what he was trying to get from her. That and this," Emma said, as she showed him the vial and the helm.
"The helm of King Fergus…" Hades said knowingly and then he focused on the vial.
"Yeah...we got that out of them about the helm, but not why it's important. But neither of them will say a peep about this vial," Emma replied.
"The helm is enchanted. It ensures the wearer will be victorious in any battle," Hades told them.
"And if Percival wanted it…" Neal started to say.
"Then it means Arthur wants it," Hades finished.
"So...he wants to wear this to win a battle?" Neal questioned.
"I guess that makes sense in a way," Emma mentioned.
"Except it doesn't really," Neal replied, as he looked at Hades.
"Why does Arthur need this helm when he has Excalibur. It's an unbeatable weapon," he said.
"I'm afraid it's not what it seems," Rumple interjected, as he and Belle arrived.
"What do you mean?" Emma asked.
"It's something that best rather shown, but walking into Camelot to confront Arthur is risky, even for me," Hades replied.
"We won't have to. Snow has called an emergency council meeting," Rumple stated.
"Why?" Emma asked.
"Your parents just narrowly stopped a war in the Southern Isles. The people are ready to revolt there. They are sending relief aide to that Kingdom as we speak as a gesture of peace and goodwill. At the meeting, they are going to officially install Prince Nikolai as the new King and issue an official arrest warrant for Ravenna, who is M.I.A, currently," Rumple explained.
"Wow...we better lock these two up and go there," Emma said.
"And while we're at it...we'll confront Arthur. It's time to expose his deception," Hades replied.
"Deception?" Neal questioned in disbelief.
"I'm afraid so. We allowed him to remain on his Throne as long as the people were well taken care of and the status quo didn't change. As long as he didn't make any grab for power, we wouldn't move against him," Hades told them.
"The helm I get, but what kind of power is in this vial?" Emma questioned.
"That is the last of the sands of Avalon. We'll explain more once we confront him," Rumple said, as they locked up Percival and the witch, before using an insta-portal to travel to Snow and David's castle.
~*~
Ravenna stepped off the ship and onto the dock, as they returned to the Southern Isles.
"Where the hell have you been?!" Hans exclaimed, as he, Emil, and Johan were waiting for her.
"None of your business…" she refuted, as she and Frollo pushed past them. Gothel remained hidden, for it was far from time for her plan to come to fruition. But she would watch the current turmoil with great interest from the shadows.
"The people almost revolted! King David and Queen Snow had to come and appease them," Hans reported.
"You let them into our castle?" she growled.
"We had no choice. They came to keep the peace and there is more you must know," Emil stated. She huffed.
"I have more important things to do," she responded.
"You are being dethroned as we speak," Johan informed.
"What?!" she growled.
"Queen Snow has called an emergency council meeting. A warrant is being issued for your arrest and Nikolai is taking over," Hans said. She seethed. That was the last straw and she was now going to make her insipid step-daughter pay for all her treachery.
"Is that so? Well...we'll see about that," Ravenna growled, as she took out the Promethean flame.
"Take me to Misthaven now…" she ordered, as he took to his monster form and she rode upon his back to the Kingdom of Queen Snow and King David. She clutched the vial of deadly poison inside her dress pocket. By the time dusk fell that night, Snow White would take her final breath...if it was the last thing she did...
~*~
They had been driving for hours, all through the night and his sister had drifted off in the passenger seat, but she was jarred awake when she felt the car lurch and accelerate roughly. She opened her eyes and looked at her brother, who had a white knuckle grip on the steering wheel.
"We're being followed…" Adrian said nervously.
"Adrian...we can't lead them into Storybrooke," she reminded.
"I know Annie! Hang on...I'm going to go off road and lose them," he said, as he took their jeep off into the ditch and started weaving through the trees. It was a very rough ride and they screamed, as another off road vehicle suddenly intercepted them. Adrian swerved and they hit a tree. Fortunately, they were both belted in and their injuries were minor. But that wouldn't matter. Several operatives exited the vehicles and approached with their highly specialized plasma ray guns. They put their hands up in surrender, as they were pulled out of the vehicle. They watched as the smug Mushu, also known as the Dragon, approached them.
"Hello author…" he greeted.
"There is no way in hell that I'm leading you and these psychos into Storybrooke," she refuted.
"That is unfortunate…" Mushu stated, as they grabbed her brother and pressed the barrel of one of the guns to his temple.
"If you refuse us...then he dies," the Dragon warned.
"Annie...don't," he pleaded.
"Adrian…" she said, as tears filled her eyes.
"You can't let them in...it will destroy everything," he warned.
"I can't let you die…" she said, as she relented.
"I'll do it...just don't kill my brother," she pleaded. Mushu smirked.
"A wise choice," he said, as they were led back to the road and put in one of the vans, as Mushu got in the front seat.
"Why are you doing this? You're from there...you're betraying everyone. The damages of these actions could have catastrophic consequences!" Adrian warned.
"These people mean nothing to me. They have taken my daughter away and all to hide their existence from this world. A world they do not even belong in. As the author, you know the dangers of their entrance into this world, yet your father did nothing," Mushu accused.
"My father took the vow of the author to not interfere very seriously, as do I. We had an author that once planned to manipulate the story to leave his mark and it would have had devastating consequences. And this will too," she implored.
"Oh...I'm counting on it," the Dragon answered, as the van pulled back onto the road the line of vehicles followed, as they drove along the winding roads of rural Maine. With the author in their presence, Storybrooke would appear to them when they reached it and allow them passage...
#Snowing#SnowxCharming#Charming family#Swanfire#HadesxPersephone#AU#Greek Mythology meets fairy tales#Rumbelle#romance#adventure#family#dreaming out loud
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In-Character Interview
Rules:
1. Choose a character
2. Answer as them
3. Tag 5 people!
I was tagged by: @haledamage
I’ll tag: I feel like all my typical tag-ees have done this before with multiple OCs, but if you happen to see this and want to do it, feel free! Consider yourself tagged by moi, and mention me when you fill it out so I can read it!
I’ve done this meme before for both Lucia and Niamh, but not for dear sweet Liss, so here we go!
What is your name?
“Elissa Odette Cousland, but most people call me Liss. I prefer it to my full name.”
Do you know why you are named that?
“My mother had a childhood friend named Elissa, I think. I’m not actually sure.”
Are you single or taken?
“Well… I’m not single, but I wouldn’t say I’m taken. I don’t like to think of relationships like that. Love isn’t possessive, you know?”
Have any abilities or powers?
“I’m proficient with a sword, or so I’m told. I’ve been practicing since I was a child. I remember winning against Fergus once. He was twice my size at the time, and so embarrassed because Oriana was watching.”
Stop being a Mary Sue!
“I’m not Mary Sue, but she sounds like a remarkable woman. I would very much love to meet her!”
What’s your eye color?
“Dark brown. I used to be self-conscious about them —all of the other girls I knew had lovely jewel-colored eyes, and mine were like… dirt or something. I don’t think of them that way anymore.”
How about your hair color?
“Technically, I’m blonde, but when I’m outside there is a reddish tint that comes out in the sunlight. ‘Strawberry blonde’ my mother always called it.”
Have any family members?
“As far as blood relatives go, Fergus is the only one left, but I don’t think family ends with blood. There is, of course Nate, Delilah, and her son Thomas. There are also the Wardens. In a way, my family has never been bigger.”
How about pets?
“None right now, but Fergus said that one of his hounds just had a litter. He’s asked me to visit and see if one imprints on me.”
That’s cool, I guess. Now tell me something you don’t like.
“Rendon Howe. Next.”
Do you have any hobbies/activities that you like to do?
“I love reading and writing! I’ll have to share my favorite books with you later. I think you’ll like to read some of them.”
Have you ever hurt anyone in anyway before?
“Many times. I speak and act before I think, and that impulsivity has caused people I care about a lot of pain. I’m not sure I’ll ever forgive myself for getting mixed up in Alistair’s relationship (although I’d argue that was his fault, too).”
Ever...killed anyone before?
“Yes. I’d rather not talk about it, if you don’t mind.”
What kind of animal are you?
“A lion. Grrr.”
Name your worst habits.
“Like I said before, I’m impulsive. I do dumb, foolish things on whims and then always regret them later.”
Do you look up to anyone at all?
“I looked up to my parents while they were alive. My mother was a force to be reckoned with and my father was always so gentle and good. I miss them.
“I also admire Queen Anora. She’s one of the smartest people I have ever met, and such a competent leader too. Long may she reign.”
Are you straight, gay, or bisexual?
“That’s certainly not very many options is it? What if I didn’t fit any of those categories?
“To answer your question, I’ve been with both men and women. I like both men and women. I suppose that makes me bisexual.”
Did you attend school?
“Sort of. I had a tutor, Aldous, but I always learned faster than he taught. I read all the assigned readings and had the lessons memorized before he taught them, so I had a reputation for not going to class and getting up to all sorts of mischief. Fergus got in trouble a lot for covering for me. Aldous thought I was a rotten child, so did Nan, but my parents knew that I was just bored.
Ever want to marry and have kids some day?
“I think so, yes. I know I always did before all this mess with the civil war and Blight. I chose to become a Grey Warden because I admire them and what they do, and because it’s something to be a part of, a purpose that I lost. That makes a family more difficult, but not impossible.”
Do you have any fangirls/fanboys?
“Not that I know of, no.”
What are you most afraid of?
“Losing people I love. I’ve already lost so much. The thought of something happening to Fergus or Nathaniel or anyone else I care about… it keeps me up at night sometimes.”
What do you usually wear?
“Warden-Commander Lucia tells me it’s impractical to wear skirts while traveling, so I’ve begrudgingly agreed to wear the standard warden uniform while we’re on the road. I think it looks rather nice actually.”
What is one food that tempts you?
“I have quite the sweet tooth. Father once brought home these delicate little cakes from Orlais - Macarons, I believe they were called. I’d kill a man for one of those.”
Am I annoying you?
“Of course not! This is quite fun.”
Well it’s still not over!
“Oh good!”
What class are you (low/middle/high)?
“I suppose, as the sister of a Teyrn, that’d make me high class. I had all the privileges of the wealthy growing up. It’s been rather a shock to see how harsh the world is outside my safe castle walls.”
How many friends do you have?
“Too many to count. I seem to know people everywhere I go. Although, as far as good friends go, I can count them on one hand. There’s Nate, Alistair, Queen Anora, and Bria the Blacksmith. I think that the Wardens here will count among my friends too. I just need more time to get to know them, is all. “
“I would include the Warden-Commander too, but I’m not sure she’ll be able to forgive me for what I…did.”
What are your thoughts on pie?
“I prefer cake, but it’ll do. So long as it’s not that Starkhaven fish pie. Blech.”
Favorite drink?
“I love a good cider!”
What’s your favorite place?
“Until a little over a year ago, I would have said home, Highever. Now, I’m not sure. Denerim was rather nice… Amaranthine is too!”
Are you interested in anyone?
“It’s weird to say it out loud, but yes, in a way. It’s been this kind of unspoken thing between Nate and I for so long and it’s so different than anything else I’ve ever experienced. I don’t know that “interested” is a strong enough word for it.”
That was a stupid question…
“No! There are no stupid questions! Don’t beat yourself up like that.”
Would you rather swim in the lake or an ocean?
“Lakes seem safer, but it might be nice to take a dip in the sea sometime.”
What’s your type?
“You’re probably expecting me to say something like ‘grumpy dark-haired archers with daddy issues,’ and I’m going to disappoint you greatly. I don’t have a type so specific as that. When I think about people I’ve been attracted to in my life, they’re all so different. Some of them polar opposites even. They have all been kind, though. Kind and smart and good. I suppose that’s my type.”
Any fetishes?
“I don’t kink and tell.”
Camping or outdoors?
“As long as it’s not cold. I hate the bloody cold.”
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❝ pride was fed to him from a silver spoon and now that he’s grown up, he’s grabbed the spoon and fed his ego some more. ❞ THOMAS HAYES? No, that’s actually CASWORAN ROWLE. Only EIGHTEEN years old, this SLYTHERIN alumni works as a PHILANTHROPIST and is sided with THE DEATH EATERS. HE identifies as A CIS MAN and is a PUREBLOOD who is known to be SNOBBISH, ENTITLED, and CRUEL but also DISCIPLINED, METICULOUS and CHARISMATIC.
LINKS: stats, pinboard, playlist.
CHARACTER PARALLELS: schmidt (new girl), henry winter (the secret history), alistair ryle (the riot club), chad radwell (scream queens), chad charming (descendants) --- (how are two of these named chad wtf)
HELLO uh just a heads up that i donut condone any of the behaviour this shithole throws into the world. yikes! also there’s some triggers in here for abuse and terminal illness, but they will be marked <3
history
let’s get one thing straight --- emrick rowle and hemera rosier did not love each other when they married each other and they knew about it. they both agreed that their marriage was a good choice, a smart move, that it would benefit both and --- well, they both had ambition streaming through their veins, so the choice was made easily. they married, for political reasons, for money, but absolutely not for love.
casworan was born a year into their marriage and was the perfect son. he wasn’t given a welsh name like so many rowles before him had, but a cornish one, celebrating hemera’s mother’s cornish ancestry.
casworan means one who is powerful in battle, which emrick liked. he wanted a soldier, a pawn, a piece in his great chess match that was the world.
cas is a cousin to genie, wes and lo, and also to seren on his mother’s side.
and casworan’s parents might not love each other, they did love him. his mother’s love was doting and smothering, but genuine and unconditional. his father’s was conditional, and based on expectations and constantly changing from hot to cold. emrick raised casworan to the perfect heir, the perfect son, the perfect pawn.
emrick rowle is a strategist, but also a coward. he uses his money and influence to pull strings behind the scenes, but is never the one to publicly call the shots. casworan is his son, but he’s also ... another piece in the game. he’s the person who’ll pick up where he left off, and emrick won’t leave everything to someone he does not trust and respect.
hemera is evan rosier’s daughter, by the way, and by no means a sweetheart, but a better parent. compared to emrick, the standard is quite low but still --- she is a better parent, and casworan is a complete momma’s boy.
so casworan grows up --- spoiled dirty and loved by both parents. he learns languages (french and kernowek from his mother, latin and english grammar and such from a tutor), learns to play the violin, learns about his family’s history and legacy and how it intertwines with the rest of the history of the wizarding world, learns about blood purity and how one day he and his parents will rise above all the unworthy members of their society. he takes it all up and questions nothing, both because he has no reason to, and because his parents are convincing.
abuse tw (verbal and physical) // that’s not to say life was perfect. there was always a certain coldness at home. the lack of love between cas’ parents was clear to him from a young age, and it’s quite a strange thing, when your parents don’t seem to love each other but dont have any issue with it. there was no room for failure at home, no room for toeing the line. his father’s words could go from praising and prideful to harsh and cruel in seconds, his hands hard and unforgiving. casworan learned to keep his back straight and work harder and to swallow whatever anger he felt. he listened to every word that came from his father’s lips and took them in as truth and never questioned the way things were. end of tw
casworan went to hogwarts at age eleven ( he’d seen the castle before, of course --- he’d visited hogsmeade plenty of times before with his mother ) and was sorted into slytherin there. it was an easy sorting --- there were not many non-slytherin qualities the hat saw, besides maybe a sense of loyalty and a hunger for learning but cas’ cunning, shrewdness and ambition outweighed everything.
hogwarts came easy to casworan. he was a good learner and knew plenty of people from his life before school -- people who ran in the same circles. to branch out wasn’t something he felt he needed to do, with a few exception here or there ( for either particularly skilled people or other purebloods he didn’t know yet ). casworan likes learning, values his education and was, well, a nerd. a hardworking student. was in a few clubs too, i’m sure --- i will get back on that when i have it figured out for plotting purposes!
terminal illness tw // in casworan’s third year, his mother fell ill. it was a genetic disease, an incurable one, one that soon left her weakened and bedbound and tired. his father’s response wasn’t to stick to her side --- they didn’t love each other after all, and in all honesty, hemera didn’t want him on her side either --- but to flee in stead. his involvement in shady dealings grew and he retreated to the city more and more for work. casworan ... well, didn’t respond very well.
abuse tw // he raged. he cried and raged and kicked against his father’s shins and demanded that he solved this because, well, the world had always given casworan exactly what he wanted, and when he got something he absolutely did not want, the one person he could blame was his father. he acted like a child because he was one, and his mother was going to die, and his father broke the news in such a cold way that he couldn’t help but rage. his tantrum was met with cold eyes and the same cruelty cas had felt before.
this was when a seed of hate for his father started to grow, something he’d never even dared to feel before. it’s still growing to this day. end of abuse tw //
a family friend moved in to help his mother, and they got a second house elf and life changed, thigns shifted. casworan learned what it was to feel out of control and well, he didn’t like it one bit. he’s entitled and spoiled and used to getting everything he wants and this situation is something he has absolutely no say in and it drives him mad. rather than give him some perspective, it just makes him act more entitled and controlling in the rest of his life. end of terminal illness tw //
so cas makes his way through hogwarts, acting like an entitled twat, hanging with his lads, having a laff here and there and earning a whole lot of NEWTs. he had no qualms sharing his world views or sharing his entitled nature, here and there showing a more violent and cruel streak. casworan is a bully, an elitist prick, someone who looks down on most people.
when the war breaks out, well --- he’s quick to sign up. he believes in the cause, of course, and there’s no other option, really. he’s been prepped for this life. this is what he was made to do. he doesn’t even consider not joining. and so he joins and feels pride and power and a thirst to proof everyone around him that he’s the motherfucking shit. what an IDIOT.
besides his death eater life, cas is mostly focused on maintaining his image. like his father, he works hard on things like charity and philanthropy, so his name appears in the newspaper linked with good news almost exclusively. he’s picky, of course, about the causes he works for ----- things related to education, he genuinely works for, but there’s also some questionable things he donates to.
and then besides that, cas is mostly focused on enjoying life. getting drunk or high out of his mind, fucking shit up with the lads, having a good old time because guess what? the world is his to own and ruin, and he won’t stop at nothing. he’s entitled and obnoxious, but he always pays and tips well and sees absolutely no issues with his behaviour. he can’t wait for the world to become even more his as the war progresses.
personality & tidbits
...... an asshole.
no literally he’s such an asshole. he’s so fucking used to the world catering to his ugly needs and getting everything he wants and he’s so entitled and such an ASSHOLE.
someone please punch him
anyway --- he likes Extra things. velvet and silk and rich fabrics and leather shoes and accessories with snake themes and polo shirts and ... he dresses like a frat boy, but then mixed with wizarding fashion
ugly.
pretentious and snobbish to a fault. wants nothing but the best and is used to the best. would often complain about the house elves and their quality of food at hogwarts, because his house elves were much better cooks, they had been trained in france after all!!!
kind of hates his name and prefers to go by cas at all times, and i dont blame him
has daddy and mommy issues lmao !!!
capitalist right wing scum, tbh. would have voted trump and brexit and all that shit if he was a real person. I HATE HIM SO MUUUUUCHHHHHHH.
“if youre poor, thats your own fault!”
he is literally the worst person
i hate-write this character its a load of fun
he loves his hair lmao
plays the violin and generally likes classical music? a snob, i told yall. also likes other music, let me figure it out pls thanks
okay let’s talk about some of his better sides because so far all ive done is drag this kid and thats reasonable, but ... he’s got some good things, i guess.
he’s a good friend. like, if you’re his mate, you’re his mate for life (or until you turn your back, which is when he will feel hurt and will hurt u back yike!). he’ll be there for u Big Time. not good at emotional support, but good at sitting with a glass of wine/whiskey and talking/listening. will finance u if u need it (he doesnt like poor ppl but makes an exception for friends i guess?). will punch someone for u.
he ... does really value education? he would just like to see hogwarts change around bc there’s so much unnecessary shit (read: muggleborn students and subjects like muggle studies and divination). but yeah, he rly thinks that learning is important and that u have to ~broaden your mind ( but not too much ofc )
he is pretty family oriented, and rn he’s of course 18 so that’s not a big thing, but he’d be a ... proper dad? i think? he rly wants a big fam eventually
still a dick
good dueller and generally a pretty skilled wizard which is a bummer :/
loves partying and getting drunk out of his mind and then breaking stuff that isnt his, very riot club like
idk what else to say but HE IS AN ASSHOLE.
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not to be too down bad but I just have gotta say I feel like captain daddy would give the most delicious, echoing spankings ever. Have the perfect mix of pain and soothing, so you’re in tears but not pushed too far
Ohhhhh yes. He knows just what kind of spankings to give you too. Hard and rough, softer and drawn out. Plays with you throughout to keep it riding that line.
And always with his hand. No paddles or crops or anything, you're getting his palm. He loves having you bent over his lap for it too, or on display for the rest of the team to see, making an example of you. Maybe even letting them get a couple swings in....
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This is so entirely self indulgent, it's unreal.
Part Two to what was initially supposed to be just a little blurb ficlet where Captain Castle "Daddy" Alistair meets the ever skittish Mimic. Part one is here.
Thanks to @charliemwrites for letting me use Captain Daddy and making a little suggestion that I personally think added the perfect touch
Tags/CW: Mostly OCs, Wholesome, Reader is the first SpecGru op to get to use Mimic as a pillow, Mimic is still hopeless and Castle falls a little harder than he expected
The storm rolls in shortly after Captain Reinhart leaves. Mimic was sitting on the common room couch again, reading a book while Rusty sat on the floor in front of her with his head resting on her knees. He hated thunderstorms. To the point where he would panic if he wasn't cuddled up to someone. Mimic was gently rubbing his scalp as she read, working her fingers gently through his ginger coils to keep him relaxed.
You were feeling apprehensive, though you weren't sure why. Seeing Rusty so relaxed under Mimic's care made you want to cuddle up with the two of them despite only having known them for a few hours at this point. You walked over casually and sat on the opposite end of the couch, trying to seem nonchalant as you slowly scooted yourself closer to her.
"You're not as subtle as you think, sweetheart." Mimic says, not looking up from her book. You couldn't help feeling embarrassed about having been caught, only to smile when she continues talking. "Come lay your head down. There's plenty of comfort to be found here." She didn't have to ask you twice. You settled your head onto her plush thighs and melted into her soft warmth. The minute her fingers started running through your hair, you were gone, complete putty in her hands.
How sweet you looked, lying peacefully on Mimic's lap almost forehead to forehead with Rusty. The two of you doze off, oblivious to the raging storm outside in lieu of the soft comfort provided by this one person. And that's how Castle found the three of you. He was walking past the common room with Keegan, discussing mission tactics when he happened to look over and see you and Rusty dozing with your heads so close to each other.
Mimic didn't notice her sudden audience. She was humming softly to the two of you, her fingers gently massaging your scalps as you slept peacefully on her lap. Keegan waved Nikto and Nova over so that they could also witness the scene. Castle remembered talking to Captain Reinhart about Mimic after she had gotten skittish and practically fleed from his attempt to talk to her.
"Meine kleine Maus is very timid around people who show her care." Reinhart had said, grinning like a proud father. "She is a caretaker herself, but does not seem to know how to feel when people want to take care of her. She does not even let Welpe care for the way she does for him and others. She would rather feel useful than like she's a burden, ja?"
How Mimic could ever see herself as a burden was beyond Castle. Even in the short amount of time he'd known her, he couldn't imagine her to be the type of person that would be a burden. He couldn't help but smile as he watched how sweet and gentle she was with you. Already having you feeling so safe and comfortable that you're sleeping deeply.
Mimic stops humming and looks sheepish when she realizes she has an audience. Castle sends the test of the team off to their rooms, and walks to the couch, kneeling in front of you and stroking your hair.
"She wasn't any trouble, was she, doll?" He asks, looking up at Mimic to find her avoiding his gaze.
"No, sir. She was no trouble at all." She replies, soft and timid. He wants to reach up and cup her face, look into those soft grey eyes, make her feel as safe as she made you feel. But Rusty starts to stir and looks up at her.
"Alright, Mama?" Rusty asks, rubbing one eye, his Southern drawl slightly slurred in his half-asleep state. Mimic looks down at him, and the warm smile that appears on those pretty, full lips makes Castle want to kiss her as she tells Rusty that it's time to get to bed. Rusty asks if he can share your bed, since you had offered earlier, and Mimic nods. Castle picks you up, cradling you gently to his broad chest, and Mimic plants a soft kiss on Rusty's forehead before he follows behind the captain to your room.
"Thanks for taking such good care of her." Castle says, smiling at Mimic and making a soft pink blush rise to her cheeks. "It's been a long while since she's been able to sleep likes this. I really appreciate you being so gently with her." Mimic fidgets and mumbles something about it just being how she is before Castle takes you to your room, tucking you and Rusty in with each other. He goes back to the common room to find that Mimic had already vacated and hidden herself away once again. Dammit.
#cod ocs#other people's characters#mimic writes#sergeant rusty#lieutenant mimic#captain castle alistair#captain daddy#we're doing slowburn here y'all#castle is gonna have to work to get mimic to accept his affection#a waltz with patience
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Nightmares
I blame @charliemwrites for this 💀 I’ve been obsessed w/Captain Daddy for a while now, so enjoy I guess.
There was something poetically horrible about relieving past horrors in nightmares.
As Nélida sat up in her bed, the sheets pooling at her waist, she sighed. She rubbed her eyes with the heel of her palms, grimacing as she felt the sweat on her back slowly cooling. She looked down at Nova as she felt her move slightly, grumbling in her sleep.
Nélida winced slightly as she carefully got up so as to not wake up the woman sleeping in her bed, and placed a hand on her lower back, massaging lightly a sore spot. She sighed through her nose as she put on slippers, bending down to press a sweet kiss to Nova’s lips before quietly leaving her bedroom.
She silently made her way to her Captain’s chambers, her heart still heavy with fear and despair at the unwanted memories she had relieved. As she came to a stop before Castle’s door, she pursed her lips. Nélida knew she could always ask for comfort, of course. It still didn’t feel right to do so, no matter how many times her loved ones assured her it was fine.
She rapped her knuckles on the door, the knock seeming deafening in the silence of the corridor. Not waiting for an answer, she quickly got in the room before closing the door behind her, her legs rapidly eating the distance between the entrance and the bed.
Humming slightly at her sudden appearance, Castle scooched to the right to make place for Nélida in his bed as she took off her slippers. She crawled into bed with him, immediately burrowing herself into his chest, wrapping herself around him the best she could.
“Bad dream?” He whispered, caressing her back with one hand as the other lightly scratched at her scalp. Instead of responding, she nodded.
“Wanna talk ‘bout it, sweetheart?”
Silence reigned for a moment before Nélida replied, her voice full of the tears her eyes refused to shed.
“No.”
Castle hummed at that, moving one thick arm to place Nélida on top of him, corded muscles bunching and releasing. She let herself be moved, plopping down on top of him as he gently patted her ass to comfort her. She took a shuddering breath, small hiccups leaving her clenched mouth.
Nélida calmed herself down by listening to the strong and steady heartbeat of her Captain, her tears slowly but surely drying.
“Feel bad.” She croaked out after a while, her voice hoarse.
“Why?”
“Left Nova ‘lone…” she said, mentally chastising herself for that. Surely Nova would be confused and worried when she woke up alone…
“I’m sure she’ll forgive you, mami. Just gotta tell her why you left.” Castle gently cooed, effectively putting a stop to Nélida’s worries.
“Just go back to sleep, Néli. Leave everything else for tomorrow, hm?”
And with that, Nélida nodded, her heartbeat slowing as she fell into a dreamless sleep.
(Please tell me if I mischaracterized Captain Daddy)
#writing#cod mw2#oc x oc#Nélida ‘Mommy’ Álvarez x Castle ‘Daddy’ Alistair#Nélida Álvarez#Castle Alistair#Captain Daddy#Nélida x Castle#Nélida ‘Mommy’ Álvarez x Nila ‘Nova’ Brown#Nélida x Nila#Nila Brown#Nova
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A Medieval Arrangement (ch. 1)
The western kingdom of Skystead was a beautiful place in the middle of the beautiful, green rolling hills of the highlands. Today was one of the few days where the weather was warm and inviting and not even a single cloud in the sky. Merchants were shouting to announce goods that the townsfolk may want and you could hear the blacksmith hard at work in his shop making weapons and whatnot while at the same time a mouthwatering scent filled the air as the bakers were baking fresh breads and pies and scones. It was also one of those days where all of the townsfolk stared and watched in awe as their ever beautiful, elegant, and kind princess walked among them, buying some of their goods and speaking with them as if she was one of them.
Her name was Carolyn, but she preferred to be called Carol for short. It just felt better to her, for whatever reason the castle staff would never know. Her light red hair was down and flowing freely as well as her elegant, royal red gown. Her kind, gentle smile and other features made her close to approachable despite being royalty.
“Princess!” One child ran up to Carol, a little girl with blonde pigtails and a simple peasants dress came up to her and tugged on her dress. “Princess, my daddy made some really yummy pies and he said that he really hopes that you’ll buy o-” she was cut off when her father ran up to her and put one hand on her shoulder and one over her mouth.
“Please, excuse my daughter. She just overheard me talking to my wife and-”
“I would love to buy one of your pies, and maybe one extra as a treat for my father.” Carol smiled at the man, whose face lit up with happiness and excitement. His hand left his daughter’s mouth and he nodded quickly.
“Yes, my lady! Please, right this way.” he said and motioned for Carol to follow him to his bakery. He let her inside first and Carol inhaled the scent, closing her eyes for a moment and letting out a happy hum. Everything here smelled delicious, somehow even better than the baked goods she would be served at the castle. These must be made with more love put into them. “Here, these apple tarts were just taken out of the oven. Careful, they’re still quite warm.” said the baker as he put the pies into a basket for Carol, covering it up with a cloth to keep them warm and to protect it from the flies and other bugs...and rats.
“These look and smell delicious, sir. Thank you.” The red haired princess took out her coin pouch and pulled out twenty whole shillings. “Here, for all of your hard work and for your kindness.” Carol took out twenty shillings and handed them to the shocked baker.
“P-princess! I-I..this is far too much! Please, you don’t have to pay me anything.” He tried to hand the money back but Carol just let out a soft laugh and gently pushed the money back to the man, making her to close his fingers around the coins.
“Please, I insist.” she spoke softly and so kindly, the man couldn’t refuse.
“Thank you, princess. Thank you so mu-”
“Princess,” The man was interrupted when a strong, male voice spoke up from the doorway. “Your majesty the king wishes to speak with you as soon as possible.” It was her father’s servant, sadly coming to retrieve her when she just now got to bond with her people.
Carol let out a deep sigh and thanked the baker before one more time before taking her leave. “What is it? Is it a matter of the upmost urgency?” Carol sounded slightly annoyed when she asked this and the servant sighed before responding.
“Yes, it is, actually.” He had a smirk on his face and Carol furrowed her brow in confusion as they entered the gates, leading to the castle’s courtyard and front steps that led to the large doors. The two knights standing at the door opened them for their princess and she walked inside, immediately seeing her father on his large, magnificent throne.
“Carolyn, come here. I must speak with you.” said the king, whose name was Alistair. Carol nodded and walked forward to stand in front of her father.
“Yes, father?” she asked.
“You are eighteen now, my dear. You are well past the time for marriage.” the king began. Carol’s heart dropped and a lump formed in her throat when she started to realize what her father wanted to talk to her about. “I have recently came to an agreement with the king of the eastern kingdom. To unite our kingdoms, you will be wed to his eldest son, Leonardo.” Carol’s eyes widened and she took a step back. She couldn’t even seem to form the right words to show her displeasure in this whole agreement.
“Father, I-I’ve never met the prince.” she said. Her father just looked at her, wondering what could be so wrong with that. “What if I don’t love him? Shouldn’t I marry the one I love?” Alistair just let out a deep sigh and he stood from his throne and walked over to his daughter, giving her a serious and matter-of-fact look.
“Dear, that is for peasants.” he began. Carol frowned and looked away from him. “We do not marry for love. We marry to keep our money and our kingdoms. Our duties must always come first. Even before our feelings.” Alistair had a stern and emotionless expression. Carol teared up and the king turned on his heel, leaving the throne room completely before stopping at the door. “You get to meet Leonardo tomorrow morning along with his family. I suggest you wear your finest gown, and please,” he paused. “Do not mess this up.”
That night Carol laid in her bed crying softly to herself until she fell asleep. She tried to tell herself that maybe she will end up actually liking Leo. It’s possible that he could be a kind gentleman who had a chance at winning her heart. Still, she would be marrying a stranger.
‘This isn’t what mom would have wanted for me...’
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The intoxicating scent and sound of pork fat popping against a hot fire broke through Reiss' hazy dreamland. She tried to fight against the illusion by turning to the side, but the aroma curled through her nostrils as well as a hint of...smoke? Bolting upright, Reiss' groggy eyes honed right in on the back of a blonde head holding onto the end of a fry pan and trying to coo the pork belly to flip over. He'd bypassed her spatula, probably because it was in one of the 'to be washed' buckets and was attempting to use a fork. A rather festive and garish red sweater covered his chest, straining at those delectable shoulders. Was that on purpose, or did the knitter merely forget to adjust for his imposing proportions?
Tugging the thick fur off her lap, Reiss placed a foot to the ground, then yipped as ice froze up from the unheated floor to her naked toes. That drew Alistair's attention instantly, a smile beaming wide across his face. "Good morning," he waved with the fork before returning back to his attempt at cooking over her pitiful hearth fire.
"Morning to you too," Reiss answered. Without leaving the warm oasis of her bed, she strained to snatch up a pair of wool socks discarded on the floor. "What are you doing here?" she asked while swaddling her first foot.
"Attempting to make breakfast. The bread is half toasted, half burned. But I got the eggs fluffyish. Yes, I know," he glanced down at the floor, Reiss following suit. A puddle of water bloomed at his feet, but it was the grey fur twitching its tail expectantly that called out helplessly to the man. Sylaise mewled as if she hadn't eaten in a month, her yellow eyes wide in anticipation of swiping all that pork belly when no one was looking.
"She's been wheedling and begging since I arrived. I'm surprised it didn't wake you."
Reiss rose out of her bed, her socked feet cautiously stepping around the puddles of unexplained water, to scoop up her cat. Sylaise put up with it because she hoped food would be the reward. "I'm glad she didn't take to knocking over every ink pot in order to get sustenance. That was her favorite approach until I had to start locking her up at night. Which is how I lost that entire closet."
Unimpressed at food not magically appearing, Sylaise twisted in Reiss' grasp and leapt out of her hands to land paws first on the table. Sure enough, a vase sat there overflowing with greenery and a single snow white flower. Shaking her head at the continuous gesture, Reiss ran a hand over Alistair's back. "I didn't think you were going to be able to make it today."
He paused in jabbing at the pork belly to gesture outside, "I nearly didn't. We got enough snow dwarves are going to have to jam reeds in their mouths to make it through the march." White coated her dingy window, creating a claustrophobic feel to the suddenly tinier apartment. Through a narrow gap of the snow all she could see on the street was more swaddling every inch of Denerim. He trekked through easily two feet of snow just to sneak into her room and make breakfast. It was so stupidly romantic, Reiss wrapped her hands around his stomach, her cheek nestling into the wet sweater clinging to him.
Alistair shifted the frying pan off the fire, letting it sit perched precariously on her tiny counter, in order to spin around and wrap her up in a proper hug. Nestling deeper into his warmth, as well as the wool that smelled of rich pork fat and a spicy winter blend, Reiss sighed in contentment.
"Glad to see me?" he chuckled.
She answered by catching those sunny lips in a kiss. With the winter chill in the air, he tasted as earthy as mulled wine sipped beside a fireplace. More than likely after a night of sleep she was more of the rotting chestnuts found forgotten in a drawer by Wintersend, but Alistair must not have cared. He thumbed her chin and tipped her head slightly to deepen the kiss even more. A warmth wrapped through her body, which drove away the chill skirting around her bare legs. He was better than any fire she could strike up.
"We should eat, before it gets cold," he was playing the surprising practical one.
"Or Sylaise swipes it all while we're not looking," Reiss said. "Yes, I already know what you're planning, cat." Sylaise merely meowed a nonchalant response as if she hadn't been tensing her muscles to leap all four paws onto the counter.
As Alistair spooned up his attempt at a hearty Ferelden breakfast onto one of Reiss' mismatched plates, she asked him, "I thought you weren't coming at all today. What about your kids? Satinalia and family...?"
After handing over a plate to her, he plucked a kiss to her forehead, then began to pile breakfast on his. The man could eat, no one doubted that fact. "When one has a five and two year old, there is no such thing as sleeping in on a holiday. Spud got the entire place up long before dawn. Did you know they have fours in the morning now?"
"Really?" Reiss smiled. With her spoon, she dug into the eggs and was impressed to find they were surprisingly good. A little heavy on the salt maybe, but he'd added something sharp to bring out a new flavor. Glancing to the side, she caught a wedge of cheese scraped down to the nub. Of course it was cheese.
Using his toast, Alistair sopped up both the eggs and pork belly before jamming it all into his mouth. He chewed thoughtfully for a minute before speaking. "Hard to sit patiently in bed where there's presents and enough candy to create a life sized gingerbread castle waiting for you downstairs."
"I'm getting the idea it wasn't just your daughter who roused the palace early," Reiss turned a sly eye on the man.
"Who, me? You know I adore sleep and would write love letters to it if possible." She only stared at him a moment which got a slow shrug, "I at least wait until we're nearing dawn." Laughing at the confession, Reiss plucked a kiss to his whiskery cheek. A burn of the winter chill remained on his skin.
"By the time the sun actually rose, Spud had already opened all her gifts, consumed the weight of her mother in candy, batted her pretty eyelashes at enough servants to gather a pile of coppers that'll feed twenty orphans for a year, and then fell into an ecstatic sugar coma."
Reiss chuckled at the image. A tiny part of her wished she'd accepted his offer if only to have watched the whirlwind child at work, but that wasn't where she belonged. "How did she like her gifts?"
"Oh Maker, that dragon ride thing...I think she bounced on it for an hour straight. Up and down, up and down, 'Daddy, watch me!' Jam another sweet roll in her mouth. 'Whee!' The springs were squealing so bad, Eamon oiled them up while she was still going." It'd become a source of contention for the King who had to suffer first with over a year of delays and then needing to fight with both sides of the crafting team in their messy divorce. Finally, he extracted his hard won prize after paying twice over for it. "Spud's bouncing up and down, crying about being some big stabby hero, suddenly she pauses, shouts 'I'm sleepy,' and then boom, falls right off to the floor."
"Oh no!" Reiss cried.
"It's okay, that kid bounces. She rubbed her head, we both kissed it a few times, and then she trundled off to bed to sleep it off. Pretty much the whole castle went down, instant feast nap. Bea said I wasn't going to be needed until the big dinner tonight so..." He parted his hands, leaving the picked clean plate on the counter in order to swoop both up around Reiss. She sighed at the attention, slightly leaning into him even while she clung to her half finished breakfast.
"Sounds like quite the morning," Reiss said while gently dipping the edge of the burned half of her toast into the pork belly to try and break it up. It sort of worked.
Alistair watched her, clearly lost, before he slapped his forehead, "Right, Spud loved your gift. It was very shiny, that kid's half magpie at this point. Threw it on over her shoulders the second it was out of the box."
That caught Reiss' attention. "It was a skirt."
"Five year old," Alistair whistled, drawing a laugh from her. "And Lanny sent her books, tons and tons of books." His voice dropped at that, the man child seeming as excited about it as the real one.
"Books are good, an investment," she placed her spoon on the plate and scooped up Alistair's mess to add to the growing wash basin. Maker, she really needed to spend a day scrubbing her place down.
"Tomes on rune crafting? The Historical Inaccuracies of Folklore Through Southern Thedas?" Alistair's eyebrows rose with each title.
"A very long investment," Reiss giggled.
"I know why, she thinks it's funny that Spud's always dragging out those rat crushing books for bedtime. Probably hoping I'll absorb something. Well, joke's on her with this thick of a skull," he gently wrapped his knuckles against the darkening blonde hair. It began the summer with a red sheen that faded away to a dusky blonde as winter set in.
Reiss ran her fingers up through his hair, letting each strand tug through before pulling his hand away. He paused in attacking himself to twist his fingers around until they curled with hers. Completely alone on Satinalia morning, she dressed in a night shirt, and they were right back to adorable hand holding. It was foolish how often he could still make her feel butterflies without trying.
"What'd you get Cailan?" she asked, trying to distract from the silly little blush rising to her cheeks.
"Well, his being not quite two or however many months that is, I figured there wasn't much reason to go all out. So..." even while holding her hand tight he brought both of his together in a time killing clap.
"So...?" Reiss prompted.
"I took a box and filled it with used parchment, some bows, and other various pieces of old cloth," Alistair shrugged.
"Maker's sake," she began to giggle, "I assume every member of the Bannorn watching hated it." Alistair's slow eye roll and nod of his head told her all she needed to know. A good dozen or more of the fancy titles wintering in Denerim to be near the high crown all gathered before dawn's light in preparation to coo at adorable toys only to find the box full of nothing.
Sliding closer to him, Reiss danced her fingers up those straining shoulders to circle around the back of his neck, "But I bet your son loved it."
That drew a big smile to Alistair, his eyes shut tight, "Threw every single scrap of paper up in the air in glee. Then, because I think we have a tiny accountant on our hands, proceeded to stuff them all back in the box. That was how I left him, everyone asleep while Cailan keeps packing and unpacking his box."
Reiss dipped his head down to hers, pleased to sample a much slower kiss than before. At least there was little chance of the advisors beating down her door to find the wayward King, especially if they were all sleeping off their long morning. While her lips teased his, Alistair's fingers wandered away from her back to cup behind her head. It wasn't until she broke for air that Reiss felt her hair tumble out of the bun she slept in. With a laugh, she shook out the last of the clinging hairs.
"I'm afraid it's a mess," she apologized, prepared to try and comb it into shape, but Alistair's fingers beat her to it. His eyes glazed over while he gently tugged out any knots, softly laying each detangled wave upon her shoulder before returning to more.
"You're beautiful," he smiled down at her. Then he scrunched up his nose which couldn't be good. Oh no, had he really been given leave or was it a vague suggestion and there'd be a horde beating down her door? "I know you said that we shouldn't waste our time with gifts but..."
Slipping out of her arms, Alistair turned to yank up, sure enough, a papered over box sitting on her counter. Reiss tried to cross her arms in annoyance, but he popped the gift into them before she could.
"Open it, then decide if you want to yell at me."
With a soft sigh she tugged on the string, which released most of the paper to the floor. Sylaise hopped off the table, prepared to investigate this dangerous foe to enter into her domain. While the cat darted through Reiss' cold ankles, her fingers hovered over the flap of the box. She moved to tug it open, when a blast of freezing air wrapped around her hand. It felt as if it was coming from the box itself, but that was madness. Keeping one eye on Alistair, and another on the gift, she pried it open.
Ice crystals formed on every inch of the inside, as jagged as wolf teeth. Sitting at the bottom was a single square rock. An insignia was etched into it which pulsed bright blue. She could feel the eternal cold of winter blasting off it without having to get anywhere close.
"It's a new frost rune, for your ice box. I thought something practical wouldn't really count as a gift gift, it's not like it's a shiny rock. Well, it's kinda shiny at night with all the frost power, but... You said the one you had was going out," Alistair needlessly explained.
"Aye, except it's winter. I store all my perishables outside in a bag hanging off the window," Reiss said, an eyebrow darting up. Her old one could be picked up with her bare hands; she feared her entire arm would turn to ice if she touched this one. How much did it cost him?
He shuffled back and forth on his feet, "Well, that's how I was able to get it cheap. Who buys a frost rune in winter? I'll get you a fire one for summer to help balance things out."
Chuckling, Reiss placed the box on the counter far from her inquisitive cat, then wrapped her cold hands around Alistair's cheeks. "Thank you, Ser. It's perfect," she whispered before kissing him.
"Oh, thank the Maker," he gasped. "I was worried you were going to get all 'We made an agreement!' and kick me out into the snow. Then I'd be left frozen on the sidewalk because my unending tears caused my nose to stick to the glass."
She couldn't stop running her hands up and down that expansive chest buried under such garish wool. Maker, what she wouldn't give to pry it off him. "In truth," Reiss scrunched up her nose, "I sort of got you something too." Slipping out of his hands, she bent over to rustle through her chest where she'd hidden his gift deep below her clothes for fear he'd find it early.
"Oh ho, I see how it is. You tell me that you don't want anything all to lead me into a trap! Then you're left all sad on Satinalia because I didn't love you enough to read your mind and know exactly that I shouldn't do what you wanted," he said rocking back forth on his smug feet.
"Are you finished?"
"I was going to fold some conspiracy with Tevinter in there, but it seems wasted now."
Lifting out the smaller box, she deposited it in his fingers. "I truly didn't anticipate anything, didn't want anything, but I saw this and thought...just open it."
Tearing into it the same way his children ravaged their packages, Alistair rained paper down upon Sylaise's ecstatic head. It revealed a small wooden box for turnip deliveries. Lifting it up, he said deadpan, "You shouldn't have."
"Open it," Reiss laughed, nudging into his shoulder with hers.
Yanking off the sliding top, Alistair gasped at the small piece of painted wood nestled in strips of old straw. "How did you...?" he fumbled for words while picking up an old golem doll.
"Spotted it in a sell-off shop. They're not considered collectables by anyone, but elves will often hang on to this stuff for years because we can't afford anything else."
"This is it," he turned the doll over and over in his fingers as if it was more priceless than the crown jewels. "This is the exact one I had before the dogs bit off the head, then I dropped it and cracked off an arm, and had to leave the remaining decapitated torso behind when joining the templars. I..."
Tears glistened in his sweet brown eyes. Reiss softly drew her thumb over his cheek before cupping it and tugging him to her. "Happy Satinalia," she whispered, her voice breathy with desire, "Alistair."
He kissed her full on, one hand clinging tight to the doll from his past while the other cupped around the small of her back, trying to crush Reiss as tight to him as possible. "Happy...Maker's breath, I love you. I mean, Satinalia. Happy Satinalia, Reiss."
"Do you forgive me now for breaking our little deal?" she asked, batting her 'summer eyes' at him.
He butted his forehead into hers and chuckled, "Always." Tipping his head to the right, he moved to kiss her when a muffled bwoof echoed from her closet. What in Andraste's name? Reiss yanked her head to the source, uncertain if she imagined it when another more pertinent one broke from behind her thin door.
"Ah," Alistair waved his hands back and forth as Reiss marched over to investigate the sound, "because I kinda, sorta, got you another gift."
He winced as she yanked back the door to reveal the wiggling backend of a ten week old puppy buried under one of her tunics. Reiss pulled it away to get a good look at the small nose and big black eyes staring up in adoration at her. "You got me a dog?"
The puppy yipped at the attention, already running circles in and out of her legs once it was freed of its trap in the closet. It was so excited, it completely missed a divot in the floor and tumbled ass over end across the floor. Stunned but unharmed, the puppy sat on its haunches a moment before that stub of a tail twitched faster than a humming bird's wing. Instinctively, Reiss bent over and snuggled the puppy in her arms.
"Alistair..." she raised her eyebrow at him to get an explanation, while a pink tongue slobbered up and down her chin.
"I," he scritched his fingers up and down the soft tan fur, "you're all alone out here and I thought having your own mabari guard dog would, you know, keep you safe. Protect you if any of those dangerous criminal scum you interact with get the dumb idea to come after you."
Hefting up the puppy, his round tummy bulging and tail thumping, she asked, "Do you really think anyone is going to be scared of this?"
"He'll get bigger. And I figured you'd want to train him yourself, you know for all your investigating things. Not like you'd have much use for a hunting or war dog here. But one that could follow you around on the street and protect you..." his fingers slowed in scratching the puppy.
He worried, a lot, which she knew. Reiss was probably more aware of the dangers lurking in the street than damn near anyone else, but the King got reports and she'd tell him when situations grew dicey. It wasn't as if she didn't always keep a sword at her hip, and a dagger in her hair, but... Glancing down at the ecstatic eyes and lolling tongue that felt like sandpaper across her skin, she couldn't say no.
"I suppose having a dog in the office would be good. Keep some people on the up and up," she sighed, scooping the puppy closer to her chest, but he wasn't about to put up with that. Wiggling with all the skills at his trade he tried to flop out of her arms and Reiss placed him down on the floor. He ran around her legs, then Alistair's, before spotting the cat that'd been watching this whole news very carefully.
Sylaise raised a single paw, no claws outstretched, which the puppy bounced his nose into. Something must have passed across the species barrier as Sylaise, the old alley cat she pulled into her life, began to playfully bat at the puppy. He was happy to chase the paw with his slobbery tongue.
"I knew that cat would love the idea. Bet she misses all her time in the kennels," Alistair smiled wide, his arms scooping around Reiss' stomach as he rested that sharp chin on her shoulders.
Absently, she reached behind to run her fingers through his hair while watching the new puppy tumble back and forth with her old cat. After a time, Sylaise grew tired of all this exuberance and without any leave leaped off the floor onto the counter. Her tail swishing in cat aloofness, she began to lick up the remaining bits of fat clinging to the cooled frying pan. Below, the pup watched expectantly, certain that his newest best friend would return for more play.
"What are you going to call him?" Alistair asked. He felt so good wrapped around her, his warm and taut body holding back the cold creeping through the cracks in her windowsill. She was so focused on him she almost missed what he said.
"Hm? Oh, I don't know. Don't they all come with names?"
"Sure, but it's Lord Sinisterclaws of the High Winds of the North, which we'd all call Nick for short for some reason. Something about registers or whatever. I think the kennel masters just like to get really fancy and charge by the letter. You can call him whatever you want."
Her fingers danced over the sleeve of his sweater, carefully digging in to find his body below. "I'll have to think about it. I didn't anticipate naming anything today." At that she spun in his arms and crinkled her nose, but any cross sentiment faded while wrapping her hands around the back of his neck. Reiss stretched up onto her tiptoes in order to look right into his eyes. Alistair scrunched his nose against hers, every crinkle in his face reading like a smile before he caught her with a kiss as bracing as peppermint tea.
Reiss gripped tighter, losing herself in his hands rubbing over the small of her back and slowly dipping down to find her ass. While his tongue rolled around with hers, he tugged up the end of her sleep shirt, giving his hands the room to dig into her skin.
Gasping, Reiss slipped away from the kiss to cry, "Your hands are cold!"
"Really?" he smiled, "let me warm them up." With all the orneriness she came to love, he stuffed both under the waistband of her knickers. Kneading each cheek with his crisp fingers, Alistair's palms warmed to match Reiss' quickly ramping up body heat. Even while giggling at his tenacity, and trying to maintain her stance so he could reach, Reiss couldn't stop kissing up and down his jaw. In true Alistair fashion, he'd been letting his beard go to as he called it "mountain man" levels. While none sprouted along the edge of his jaw, the tuft on the chin and mustache part were a dirty white and nearly to his neck. She didn't care if it was an out of fashion choice, it made her happy just to see him again.
Her true Satinalia present.
Alistair tugged his hands out and let her nightdress return to its proper position. While patting it in place along her back, he paused and eyed up the neckline again. "Is this...?" He fingered the edge, playfully tugging the drawstring back and forth before crying in mock outrage, "This is my shirt? You stole my shirt, you sneaky laundry pincher."
"I..." Reiss bounced back and forth on her feet, gazing out the window flocked with white, "you caught me."
"I am wounded deeply," Alistair said, pretending that she'd stabbed him right in the heart.
Giggling, Reiss grabbed onto his false dagger hand and pulled it back around her. She didn't want to abandon his warmth for anything. "It's so soft, and long, the perfect shirt to sleep in," she explained.
"Which maybe is why I like to use it from time to time," Alistair said, those ornery eyes widening in his attempt at sympathy. "But no, you pilfer away with one of my dozens of tunics, leaving me to shiver under the blankets completely naked."
"You..." Reiss stumbled in her comeback at the image he painted. Her eyes danced down his chest, once again wishing that ugly sweater weren't in the way. "I like to wear it because..." the foolish blush returned and she rocked back and forth on her toes, "it smells like you. Reminds me of you when I'm, uh..."
His faux-wounded frown shifted to a bittersweet smile in an instant. Butting his nose against her cheek, Alistair whispered, "I miss you too. A lot."
"But, uh," she tried to shake away the emotion burbling in her body, "I didn't realize it was so important to you and if you'd like it back..." Reiss drew a finger across the neckline, prepared to give up her favorite sleepwear.
Alistair watched her, his eyes darting down her form rendered nearly invisible in the billowing fabric. Past the hemline, he honed in on her legs, naked despite the winter chill. Licking his lips, he sighed to himself, "You can keep it, but..." Grabbing onto the bottom of the hem, his warm breath tickled her ear, "I'd like to borrow it for a few minutes."
Reiss barely had time to lift her hands up before he yanked the night shirt clean off over her head. She almost expected him to put this coveted tunic on, but Alistair tossed it to the floor without a care. His lips pressed a heat to her, which his hands tried to match across her exposed skin. Every trail of fingers against her naked hips, cupped around her breasts, and kneading her butt left a scorching need in their wake. Reiss leaned tighter and tighter to the man until his knees buckled and, with a terrified giggle, collapsed to the bed.
She barely lifted from the kiss to survey the surroundings and make sure nothing broke before diving back. Her hands scrabbled at his cursed sweater's hem, trying to yank it up without stopping the kiss. Below she felt a tremble of his tempting skin, but it kept falling below more of the scratchy wool. Taking the lead, Alistair slipped away. He grabbed onto his sweater, kissed the tip of Reiss' nose, and tugged it clean off.
Starting at the stomach, Reiss' eyes moved over every perfect inch of him until she stopped at the shoulders. Knocking up her eyebrows, she whistled, "Happy Satinalia, to me."
"Damn, that was going to be my line," Alistair laughed before grabbing onto her. Giving in to his pull, they both fell back onto the bed, Alistair's warm hands caressing her skin while she kissed up and down that poor chest that'd been abused by such crimes against fashion. Maker, he tasted even better than she remembered.
Alistair's freed fingers drifted down to knot against the knickers strap on her hips. At first, he only playfully tugged the strap outward, letting it snap back, before returning to try again. Reiss lifted away from his chest, her knees digging into her tiny mattress as she whispered, "Do it."
Smiling as bright as a ray of sun over new-fallen snow, Alistair began to worry her knickers back and forth off her hips, the man loving the build up of anticipation. She was about to grab his hands and move them down, when a squeak echoed on her staircase. Reiss froze, her stricken face catching Alistair too as his hands paused in fully undressing her. She was about to say she heard someone, when a knock broke on her door.
Oh shit!
"I know you said you wanted to be alone today," Lunet's voice broke from outside the door. Reiss scrambled to snatch up anything to throw over her head. "But then I thought..." the door began to open, Lunet still dressed in her party attire but looking far too bright eyed and perfect for being out all night. At the last moment Reiss jammed something on her head and looped one hand through the armhole.
"You..." Lunet's eyes gazed over at the shocked elf still astride the shirtless King of Ferelden, "would like some company." Lunet shook her head at the picture before her, barely able to suppress a grin, "Hi, Reiss."
"Yeah," Reiss swallowed, finding it impossible to say anything. Not just the tips, but the entire length of her ears burned in this blush.
"Hello, your Majesty," Lunet snickered. She never called Alistair that unless she was trying to be a butt.
Alistair wound his arm out from between Reiss' thighs and waved at the woman standing in the doorway, "Morning, Lunet." He tried to sound cheery as if this wasn't one of the top awkward moments in his life.
"Funny, I didn't think you were going to have visitors today. Something about 'I prefer to spend the day alone, and it gives me a chance to get caught up on work.'" She was still smirking but Reiss knew the look in her eye. They'd patched their relationship after the big assassin den blow up, but every once in awhile a cold breeze would blow through.
Reiss tried to explain, but it was the half naked man trapped under her who began, "It's my doing. I couldn't stand the idea of being away from her, so I snuck down here."
"You snuck?" Reiss turned on him, worried that the next person through that door would be Karelle, and then the new Commander of the royal guards.
He rolled his eyes and jerked a chin towards the cockblock filling the doorway. Right, he was trying to get rid of her as fast as possible. Lunet read over the scene slowly, rolling back and forth on her heels. She seemed to be in no mood to head back down the stairs and pretend none of this happened.
"I mean," Alistair began, "you're here too, seems no one can keep away from Reiss." His words faded to a sweet murmur as he curled his fingers around her hip. Her naked hip. Not the time to go melting into his lips while your friend is glaring in the doorway.
Lunet looked like she wanted to argue, to tug Reiss off him under some kind of semantic breaking rule, but Reiss cut her off. "How was your evening, Lune?"
Sighing, she blew her hair back with the exasperation, "Long, and..." she winced, "loud. With more alcohol than one should be able to consume while remaining technically alive. I don't know how any of them managed."
At Alistair's confused look, Reiss filled in, "She was with the dwarves for Satinalia Eve."
"Oh," he smiled, before a pang broke it apart, "my sympathies. I had to celebrate for their calendar turn over once and I don't think my body ever recovered."
Lunet smiled a moment, before sticking her hip out, "I'm sure Reiss would be willing to inspect it for you."
"That, uh..." Oh Maker, the blush had to be flashing bright red now. She was probably visible through a thick winter fog from as far north as Highever.
"And by all the scumcrawling asschabs in the world, what are you wearing?" Lunet jabbed a finger at Reiss who finally glanced down to find it wasn't her nightshirt she slipped on but the King's garish red and gold sweater. The red part wasn't bad, it currently matched Reiss' face, but for some reason the knitter crafted to it a golden pattern of undulating rows of mabari leaping through the air. She picked the hem up, in disbelief that it somehow wound up upon her body, before remembering she didn't have any trousers on.
"It, uh...it's a gift," Reiss shrugged.
"Hope you kept the invoice," Lunet nodded, before a little body plowed right into her boot and yipped for attention. She stared down at the creature incredulously, "You have a dog?"
"I, yes, for the office. A mabari that'll guard us from criminals or just the place in general," Reiss tried to throw on a smile, willing her friend to finally leave the situation so awkward it was approaching highly flammable.
Lunet tried to play the aloof, above it all women, but as the pup beamed his big black eyes up at her, the cool exterior melted. Dipping to a knee, she roughed his fur back and forth, the pup's eyes lolling back as he slipped off to doggy heaven. Reiss let her play with the puppy a few seconds longer, before she coughed. That got her a quick glare from Lunet, but Reiss answered it by waving her hands first down at the man and then the door.
"Right," Lunet staggered to her feet, "since you seem to have matters well in pinning inner thigh, I'll be heading back to the festivities."
"Are you marching?" Reiss asked, surprised that Lune would head anywhere near the alienage.
"Maker no," Lunet grimaced, "Lacey's whole family does something else with burning logs. I think they throw them, or juggle them...I'll make certain to stay far downwind in case of an updraft."
"If you come into work missing your eyebrows, I'll know how it went," Reiss cracked a smile at her friend.
That got her a deeper snarl. Nudging the pup away from the door, Lunet yanked it open and oozed half her body through it. "Happy Satinalia, Rat."
"Back at you, Rabbit."
The door began to close, but before it latched, Lunet's, "And one to your piece of manflesh, as well," echoed in the room behind her.
Reiss waited a moment holding her breath until she heard that 13th stair squeak as her friend was no doubt grumbling about having to return to her Satinalia duties.
"Well, so..." Alistair's slack hands rose to skirt up the outside of her thighs even as his eyes gazed through the ceiling. "That happened."
Tipping down to kiss him, Reiss' freed hair landed against his cheek, the snowy beard snagging them almost as readily as Alistair's fingers often would. Through the half curtain of her hair, she glanced down at the man who was sometimes the King and sometimes all hers. "I love you," she whispered.
"I love you too," Alistair smiled, catching her lips in a soft kiss. Then his eyes darted back to the door, "which I hope your friends are well aware of."
"What? Worried a little elf is going to stomp in and somehow manage to completely alter your life?" Reiss chuckled.
With his fingers massaging into her weary legs, Alistair smiled, "I know one that could."
Andraste's grace! Reiss folded tight to his naked chest, her lips trying to repay the compliment in the form of kisses. The mood, only slightly dinged by Lunet, was ramping back high. Alistair's hands worried under the travesty against all sheep, cupping her stomach and walking higher to her breasts, while Reiss' took the downward slope. How did that man eat so much and still keep fit? Alarmingly fit? And, by some twisted will of the Maker, she was the one gifted to caress every taut muscle to it.
While her lips plied his apart, her fingers moved to unknot the belt impeding her fun, when a trill of bells echoed through her thin walls. Reiss sat up, twisting around to try and count the number, but her ears were buzzing, blanketing out the sound. With a blush, she realized it was her own aroused throat causing the buzzing noise.
"Wh...was that the bells of the chantry?"
"I think so, unless there's a traveling bell salesmen outside."
"Oh Maker, what time is it?" she tugged her hair back behind her ears and foolishly glanced around her tiny apartment as if she kept a sundial in there.
"Since I left the castle at 9 bells, I'm going to guess 10, or the Sisters have gotten into the good wine and decided to just tug on that ol' bell rope all day long," he cracked a smile, while scooping his hands back behind her neck. Clearly in no hurry, Alistair tried to tug her back down, but Reiss shook her head.
"No, I can't. I...the march in the Alienage, it starts at noon," she explained. He released her and she stumbled to her feet to begin to pace back and forth in her tiny apartment trying to find the clothes she should have left out the night before.
Even having let her go physically, Alistair shook his head, "Okay, but that's in two hours. Seems to me to be plenty of time to, uh...deck the halls?"
Reiss' panicked attempts to find something suitable and professional to wear in the cold all crashed. She turned a coy eye on him and asked, "Was that the best you could come up with?"
"I was thinking trim the tree but then started imagining what one would trim exactly," he mimed a pair of scissors with his fingers and shuddered. Sweet Andraste, he looked gorgeous; the soft light of a snowy morning glancing upon that freckled skin. Alistair propped himself up on an elbow to watch her while he absently kept flipping up his hair, the movement drawing her eye right to his flexing shoulders.
No, you made a promise. "As part of the community, sort of, I agreed to sponsor one of the trees. They want me there right at eleven to make certain the people are standing in formation. It's a pretty big deal," Reiss whispered. He rose off the bed, his hands clasping her fingers. Somehow her legs began to wobble like jelly from him beaming that bright smile upon her.
"So I've heard. Barely a year in business and already a tree of your own." He could have been mocking her. Few humans understood the importance of it. Sure they marched, it was tradition, but with their own clipped branches or trees. No one sponsored it. But as Reiss glanced up at him, she saw no scorn, no eye rolling, just genuine pride at her accomplishment.
"I wanted to get there early, to make certain everything was set in place. We don't have another elf on staff. Well, one willing to go to..." her words trailed off as she placed first one hand, then the other against his shoulders. Entranced by how her thumbs barely dented into his flesh, Reiss' libido grabbed onto her brain and threw it into a box to be opened 'After the New Year.'
Alistair's arms found their way back around her waist, where they belonged. He didn't say anything, only watched her fighting an internal war. Coming to a decision, Reiss stared into his sweet eyes, her being melting from how kindly he looked at her. With one hand upon his cheek, she remarked, "I suppose I can be a little late. It's my first year, I could have gotten lost."
"Are you...?" Before he could even finish asking, she tugged his lips down to her for a kiss. Around her ankles circled the nameless puppy, begging for attention. But that would have to wait. All of it would because right now she had everything she could ever want.
Breaking from the kiss, Alistair's eyes gleamed. He scrunched his nose up with an orneriness she adored. Reiss moved to wrap an arm around him, when he dipped down and, showing almost no strain, scooped her fully up not just into his arms but over his shoulders. She yelped in surprise, Alistair's hand steadying right on her ass, as she gazed backwards at his own backside.
"What are you doing?" she giggled.
"Figured you might want to get up close and personal with your favorite feature. Take your time, I can hold you all day."
She knew how hollow his bravado was, the strain evident in his words. Besides, she had something better in mind. "You better be putting me down," he shifted as if to comply before she could finish her thought, "in bed, then stripping off those trousers. I intend to deck all the halls."
With a slightly gentle toss, Alistair heaved Reiss back to where they began, her ass sinking far down in her cheap mattress. Red from the strain of holding her highlighted his body, which -- despite her proclamation -- she latched onto before he could strip. Arms upon his chest, legs wrapped around his waist, Reiss pulled him right down on top of her. The best gift she never thought she wanted, kissed her with the promise of so many more better Satinalias to come. And come. And maybe once more.
"You know," Reiss yanked his belt off, finally giving herself the room to properly explore, "that euphemism is terrible."
Alistair, his own hands tugging yet another piece of his clothing off her body, whispered, "I'll work on something better."
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Everyone’s reaction to December 1st
Me: Finally. 25 days of Christmas specials and carols.
Alex: ... I must step out for a while...
Maxwell: (nudges Petra) Hey, sweetie, 24 days left until my little surprise for you ^^
Minerva: (attaches a Mistletoe on her bobbed hair) Time for some Yuletide necking <3
Menlo: That time of the year... -nods- Let’s go then!
Roswell: Time to go out!
Euphrates: Mistletoe time? Anyone care to explain this? I just usually give my subjects gold. That or just kiss them all.
Elloani: it’s cold.
Christine: Well, we must keep our strenght about us, right?
Alistair: Time to upload the VHSN for the Holidays ^^
Dr. Early: Season’s Beatings, fools!
Icarus: (hibernates all winter long)
Maryland: (laughs Maniacally)
Sado, Renzo, and Mahuro: Christmas!!!!!
Laguna: Christmas, nyaa! Time to spend with Daddy and Mommy, Arcadi-nyaa, Cordi-Nyaa, and my babies, Nyaa ^^
Lusinda: Time to share the love.
Arcadia: Time to go A-carolin’
Carol: Dates Dates Dates Dates Dates!
Jillian: More games
Naoto: Hopefully I can get some downtime
Hasani: I hope Mommy will be okay with me using my Water Sprite powers...
Cosmo: Hey, Nevi? Guessing it’s Feliz Nevidad, amirite?
Nevan: (I’m gonna make your boobs grow way to big to move.) I guess so, Momo ^^
Natalia: Love love l;ove love you!
(She sings in a mirror)
Erinite: Gotta get that festive look in the castle....
Kagome: Dude, you got this. Just don’t mix anything up, alright?
June: Yeah, big brother ^^
Jane: Big bro has this in the bag ^^
Julie: (Claps as she dances around) Big brother’s gonna get the look right! Make it so warm like a Christmas Night!
Madison: Nephew? Whatcha doin?
Maximillian: (Sits as a time lord)
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