#kel answers prompts a million years later
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9. Totally platonic (as sarcastic as you want to take that one...) 11. In public - - for whomever strikes your fancy. =D
(not gonna lie, this was from 2016 so I don’t even remember what the original prompt list was. I thiiiiink snuggling? So we’re gonna roll with that!)
As arduous as the days on the road were, the evenings tended to be enjoyable, even with the threat of the Absolute and the cultists approaching Baldur's Gate. It was a time to rest after the day of hard travel, and enjoy a meal with people who had become close friends. It wasn't uncommon for a dice game to break out (which usually resulted in Astarion or Wyll cleaning everyone else out of their gold), or Devi playing a little bit on her newfound violin, or Halsin telling a story from years past. Even Withers seemed to enjoy the evenings, tolerating Arabella pestering him with questions with seemingly-endless patience.
This particular evening saw Devi chatting with Karlach as both women shared a bottle of wine they'd looted from Moonrise Towers. It certainly wasn't what the upper class would have approved of – gods knew Astarion had turned his nose up at it – but it suited Devi's Lower City tastes perfectly fine. She took a sip from the bottle, grinning as Karlach enthusiastically told her a story. “Listen, Gortash might present himself as some hotshot Lord now, but even he can fuck up, and did back in the day. Insulting a visiting Lady from Waterdeep?”
“I can't believe he referred to her as a maid!” Devi laughed. As she passed the wine back to Karlach, she took a look around the campsite. Halsin, shifted into his bear form, curled up with Scratch and the owlbear cub, who still needed a name… Wyll, patiently teaching Shadowheart how to dance, under Astarion’s watchful eye… Jaheira, lounging by the fire, reading a book… Lae’zel, inspecting her armour for any needed repairs…
And Gale, sitting near Jaheira, also with a book in hand. In the firelight, his orb tattoo was almost invisible. He looked calmer and far more at ease than he had before the assault on the Towers, now that he didn't have Mystra's orders hanging over his head. Devi felt her heart twist a bit at the reminder of how close she'd come to losing him.
As if sensing Devi's gaze, Gale looked up from his book. Their eyes made contact across the fire as his face softened in a smile. Gods, how could that man get even more handsome than he already was? Devi felt herself smile back at him, grateful to all the gods (... even Mystra, she supposed) that her wizard was still alive for her to love him.
“Oh, you two have it bad for each other,” Karlach laughed, bringing Devi's attention back to the tiefling. “Ya know we were all betting on when you were gonna figure it out, right?”
“Wait – you were betting on us?” Devi incredulously asked. “... Who won?”
Karlach’s grin widened. “Withers, believe it or not.”
“Our walking skeleton is invested in my love life?” Devi blinked as Karlach hooted with laughter. “That's disturbing as all hells.”
“You don’t wanna know about some of the questions we were gettin’ from the Harpers and the tieflings at the inn, either. Lots of the tieflings remembered you two making eyes at each other in the grove and wanted to know if you’d gotten in his robes yet…”
“The tieflings were asking?!” Devi groaned as Karlach guffawed. “Oh, hells–” She suddenly squeaked as she felt a giant’s invisible hand wrap around her torso and start to drag her backwards, in a gentle yet inescapable grip. When she looked around, she saw Gale sitting straight up, holding a hand out toward her; she could sense magic crackling around him, almost as clearly as she could see his smug grin as he pulled her closer.
Now no longer obligated to share the wine bottle, Karlach laughed merrily. “Hey! I wasn’t done hogging your lady’s attention, wizard!” Clearly not seriously offended at having lost her conversation partner, she took a swig of the wine, watching Devi float around the campfire toward Gale.
Gale’s ears went red, even in the firelight, but his grin just got wider. “Perhaps not, but I grow lonely over here. And Astarion isn’t quite as pleasant to snuggle as Devi is.”
“I certainly do not snuggle,” Astarion interjected, glancing over from the dancing lessons with a raised eyebrow, ignoring Wyll’s snort of laughter while he guided Shadowheart through a spin. “Unless I am particularly intoxicated, in which case I’ll warn Gale that it takes quite a bit to get me drunk, and I like to nibble.” He glanced over at Devi as she was magically pulled around the campfire, giggling. “Although now I’m rather curious if she likes to nibble as well–”
“That is for me to know,” Gale primly said, “and for you to only hypothesise about.” He set his book down, then extended both hands to catch Devi as she landed on his lap; giving her a kiss on the cheek, he wrapped his arms around her waist, his smug grin becoming a soft smile. “Hello, love.”
“Hello to you too, handsome. Miss me?” Devi laughed and wrapped her own arms around Gale’s chest, soaking in his warm presence.
“Immensely. I find that I require cuddles from a pretty half-Elven thief with the cutest slightly-drunken giggles to make my night complete.” Gale smiled, his dark eyes soft with affection. “Have I ever told you that you are adorable?” he asked, his voice lowering so only she could hear him.
“Adorable?” Devi tilted her head at him, thinking. “Don’t think anyone’s ever called me adorable before.”
“No? Everyone else in your life has been remiss – because you are beyond adorable.” Gale kissed her nose, and chuckled when she wrinkled it instinctively. “See? My point is proven. Adorable, and clever, and beautiful beyond what mere words can describe.”
“My charming, handsome wizard.” Devi beamed and gave Gale a light kiss on the lips, then adjusted her position on his lap until she could rest her cheek on his shoulder. Gale had to shift her slightly to reclaim his book from where he’d set it down; once that had been retrieved, he opened it back up, holding the book with one hand while his other arm wrapped comfortably around Devi’s hips, holding her close to him. “Good book?” she asked after a moment’s comfortable silence, as Karlach took her bottle of wine to go sit with Astarion and interject somewhat-helpful commentary on the dance lesson (earning a groan from Wyll and an indignant raised finger from Shadowheart).
Gale hummed in confirmation. “It’s a book on the creation of antidotes for poisons,” he murmured. He adjusted his hold on the book and started reading in a soft voice, his volume not carrying much further than Devi’s pointed ears. “‘I was sitting in the Elfsong, sipping my usual hot cocoa, the heat soothing the pain in my scale-less hands…’”
Still feeling a slight, pleasant buzz from the wine, Devi snuggled into Gale’s chest, her fingers lazily tracing a pattern on his chest through his purple tunic. This, she thought to herself as she felt Gale’s arm tighten around her, was a perfect night. If it wasn’t for the Absolute and its cultists, she could have stayed like this forever.
#bg3 fic#bg3#gale x tav#gale/tav#gale of waterdeep#gale dekarios#Gale/Devi#Kel writes#Kel answers prompts a million years later#friendship#Karlach#Astarion
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Safe~Kelley O’Hara x Young Reader
Prompt: Reader has a hard home life. Kelley puts an end to that.
This took a darker turn than I originally intended. Hopefully that’s still okay.
Requested by: @goalies71-soccer
TW: Heavy mentions of neglect and abuse and a brief flashback of such. Heavy swearing. Anxiety, mentioned and shown through out.
Kelley PRO//
We had just finished a game against the Portland Thorns, It was a tough one and us losing by one by 1 made it stung that much more. I was pretty frustrated but I wanted to make sure my younger teammates were okay before focusing on myself. One in particular caught my attention right away, Y/N L/N. She was a full 14 years younger than me and had just recently joined our squad. She also had been called up to a few national team camps and while we never really talked too much I was certain I’d be seeing more of her there soon.
I walked up to her and gently tapped her shoulder as to not spook her, but she flinched away from my touch. When she turned to face me I saw fear flash in her eyes before it was gone and replaced with an obviously, fake smile.
“Hey Kel! What’s up?”
“Hey, Y/N. You okay?”
I wasn’t just talking about the game and we both knew it.
“Uh, yeah. Bummer we lost but we’ll be better next game.” She said avoiding my analyzing gaze.
“And you’re sure you’re alright?”
“Yep! I’m good.”
I could see fear once again flash in her eyes but just as quickly as it had appeared it was gone again.
“Well I just wanted to check in to make sure you were doing okay.”
“Thanks O’Hara.”
“Anytime.”
As I walked away I couldn’t help but be concerned for my young teammate. Sure, flinching once doesn’t always mean that someone is being abused or neglected but I’ve also heard horror stories of people who hid it and protected those who hurt them until it was too late to save them.
I went home that night continually thinking about my conversation with Y/N. I knew that I couldn’t be able to sleep if I didn’t at least call to check on her. I made sure to have all my teammates numbers and when I finally found hers I clicked on it, crossing my fingers she’d answer.
“Kelley?” She asked sounding sleepy
“Yeah. Hey Y/N. Sorry if I woke you.”
“No it’s okay, what’s up?”
Well shit... I didn’t really have an excuse for calling her so I just said the first thing that came to mind.
“I was just calling to say Hi.” Oh, wow. Really Kelley?
There was a pause on the other line and then she spoke.
“Oh, well Hi then.”
“Hi.”
“Was that all or...”
“Actually wait, I really just wanted to check on you.”
“You already did, after the game... remember?”
“I know, it’s just- I’m a little worried about you is all.”
“Worried? Why?”
“It’s just when I tapped you on the shoulder- ”
I was interrupted by a loud bang on the other side of the phone. I could tell that Y/N’s breathing had changed and she sounded afraid of something, or someone.
“Kel, I-I gotta go okay. I’m fine please don’t worry. I gotta- ”
“No don’t hang up, Y/N. What’s going on? What’s wrong?”
“I’m sorry I have to go.”
Her voice was shaking and she sounded like she was crying but she hung up before I could tell her not to. I knew there was no way that was getting any sleep so I just laid awake the rest of the night, wondering and worrying about Y/N.
The next morning when my alarm went off, I got up and did my regular routine, I was exhausted to say the least but I just couldn’t stop thinking about what happened last night. I tried texting Y/N to see if she was okay but all I got back was an error message saying my text was undeliverable. That caused me to worry even more, but I knew we had practice later in the evening and she would never miss those.
Finally after what felt like days, the time for practice came around and I made my way to Rio Tinto Stadium. When I got there I quickly made my way to the locker room hoping to see Y/N. I was left disappointed however when she was nowhere to be found.
“Hey Chris, have you seen Y/N today?” I asked my national team teammate Christen Press
“Coach said she called earlier saying she wasn’t able to make it today.”
“What? Why?”
“I’m not sure, they just said she was deal with a family emergency.”
“Oh, no. Do you know where she lives?”
“Yeah, why? Is everything okay?”
“No, Chris I don’t think so. I have a bad feeling about this.”
“Okay I’ll tell coach we’re going to check on her.”
After she did that she told me she would drive me there and we left.
“Why are you so worried Kel, what’s going on?”
“I just gave a bad feeling.”
“About what?”
“I’m not totally sure but I think Y/N is being abused.”
“What? What makes you think that?”
“Well yesterday after the game I went to check on her and when I tapped her shoulder, she flinched.”
“That doesn’t necessarily mean- ”
“I know but then last night I called her to check in and she sounded nervous telling me she was okay and then there was a loud bang on her side of the phone and then she sounded like she was afraid of something or someone and like she was crying, and then she didn’t show up to practice today. You know her, she never misses practice.” I said all in one breath and by the end I was almost hyperventilating.
“Okay, Kelley breath. I understand now, but try not to imagine the worst.”
“I can’t help it.”
I told her to park down the street in case anything went wrong.
“Do you want me to come with, or wait here?”
“I think you should wait here, I’ll be back.”
I went up to the door, I hesitated for a moment and then knocked. I waited for several moments and when no one answered I knocked again. This time after another minute or so someone finally opened the door.
“Can I help you?” a man said in a gruff voice.
“I’m looking for Y/N L/N.”
“What did she do now?”
“Nothing sir, I just wanted to come by for a quick visit.”
“You a friend?”
“You could say that yeah, I’m one of her teammates.”
He eyed me suspiciously but then turned into the house and screamed for Y/N.
“KID, GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE. YOU HAVE A VISITOR.”
Almost immediately I could hear her running down the stairs and then she came to a skidding stop next to who I assumed was her father. She looked at him first and then at me, and when she saw me she looked... relieved? but I also could see fear once again present in her eyes.
“H-hi Kelley. Dad this is- ”
“I know who she is. Just make it quick.” He said stiffly
He pushed her out the door and I barley had time to react before she was in my arms. Then he slammed the door shut on the both of us.
“Hey there, You okay?”
“Y-yeah, I-I’m okay.”
“You, sure?”
“Mhm.”
Her shaky voice gave away how she was really feeling.
“No you’re not. What’s going on? I’m really worried about you.”
“N-nothing. I’m okay.”
“Then why didn’t you come to practice?”
“I’m busy.”
“With?”
“Family stuff.”
“Like?”
“Kelley, please I really should be getting back my dad- ”
“Is he why you’re so afraid?”
“I’m not af- ”
“Stop lying to me! I can see it written all over your face and the way he pushed you out the door? That’s not okay.”
I was still holding her in my arms and prior to this she made no move to leave them but at the raise of my voice she moved to get away from me.
“Hey, hey. Shhh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell. Please just talk to me.”
I got her to settle and took to running my fingers through her hair to calm her.
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“I just can’t.”
“I can help you. Please let me in.”
“Kelley, I don’t need help. Everything is fine.”
She was once again on the defensive but I had to find a way for her to trust me enough to get her out of here.
“Yes, you do. Your home life is obviously terrible and you don’t have to tell me everything right away but please let me take you away from here.” I was begging at this point but I couldn’t live with myself if I left her here.
“He’ll get mad.”
She looked up at me with tears in her eyes and my heart broke into a million pieces looking into her sad Y/E/C eyes, I took her chin in my hand making sure that she was looking at me.
“Who will get mad, baby?”
I had a pretty good idea of who but I needed her to say it.
“My dad.”
“Okay, thank you for telling me. I’m not gonna let you go back in there. Christen is just down the street waiting for us in the car. Let’s go.”
“Kelley I can’t just go... I have to stay here.”
“No you don’t. I won’t let you.”
“You’re going to have to, I’m sorry.”
“No, don’t ever apologize for this. I’m not leaving without you.”
We were interrupted by the door being yanked open and her “dad” reappearing, he was angrier than before and I knew if I let her stay she would be put in serious danger.
“What did I fucking say?”
“To make it quick?” Y/N asked her voice shaking
“Exactly. You don’t ever fucking listen.”
“I’m sorry. We just got to talking and- ”
“Shut up, I don’t wanna hear it. In the house. Now.”
She went to go back inside but I quickly pulled her behind me.
“She’s not going back inside. She’s coming with me.”
“No she’s not.”
“Yes she is. I’ll call the police.”
“For what?”
“Child abuse.”
“What? You’re crazy.”
“The only crazy person here is you.”
“You stupid bitch. You’re not taking my daughter anywhere.”
He went to grab her but I kicked him before he could.
“Don’t touch her!”
I picked her up and ran as fast as I could back to the car, yelling for Christen to unlock the car as I did.
“Kelley, this is a really bad idea!”
“Do you trust me?”
“What?”
“Y/N, do you trust me?”
“Yes.”
“Then trust me when I say this is the best thing for you.”
As I got closer to the car I could tell Chris was confused.
“Christen, Unlock the car!”
She was startled by the urgency in my voice but did as I said. I practically threw Y/N in the back seat, and then got in the passenger seat.
“Okay, what the hell is going on?!”
“No time, Chris just drive!”
“But why- ”
“Just go!”
She started driving away just as Y/N’s lousy excuse for a father was getting close to the car. I looked in the back and saw Y/N laying on the seat, crying silently.
“It’s okay. You’re safe now, I promise.”
“I have to go back, He- he’s gonna, he’s gonna- ”
Her breathing was picking up and I could tell she was beginning to panic so I took off my seatbelt and climbed in the back with her.
“Shhh, Deep breaths, copy my breathing babe. Come on.”
“I-I can’t.”
“Yes you can, I know you can.”
I placed her hand on my heart and took deep slow breaths hoping to get her to calm down. And was relieved when it started to work.
“There we go, just like that. Good girl. You’re okay.”
We drove in silence back to the apartment Chris and I shared and when we got there, Chris asked if there was anything she could do but I told her that I had it handled and she let us have some privacy going into the house ahead of us.
“Kelley?” Y/N asked, her voice small and quiet.
“Yeah baby love?”
“You promise I’ll be safe here?”
“I do. I swear on my life to protect you, You can stay as long as you’d like and I won’t let anyone hurt you.”
“Thank you.” She broke down saying that and crushed me in a hug. After a few more minutes I figured it was time to head in.
“You ready to go inside?”
“Yeah.”
I carried her inside and thankfully Christen left out some dinner for the both of us. We ate, in somewhat awkward silence and I could tell she was still on edge so I did my best to comfort her.
“Do you want to sleep with me in my room tonight?”
“Can I?”
“Of course.”
After getting ready for bed and giving her clothes to wear I went to talk to Christen.
“Hey.”
“Hey, is she okay?”
“No, but she will be.”
“Let her know I’m here for her too.”
“I will.”
We talked for awhile longer, and I thanked her for taking me to Y/N’s house in the first place and assured her that I would take care of anything and everything legal that came my way.
Y/N PRO//
I was waiting for Kelley to get back from talking with Christen when I remembered my phone was in the pocket of my hoodie. When I took it out I saw I had a ton of missed calls and texts from my father. I am in so much trouble. Just as I went to call him back his named flashed on my screen as he started to call me again. I hesitated for a moment and then answered.
“H-hello?”
“Where the fuck are you?”
“I’m with a friend.”
“Tell me where you are.”
“I can’t.”
“YOU CAN AND YOU FUCKING WILL. YOU STUPID WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT. I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING.”
“Dad, p-please I’m sorry.”
“THAT MEANS NOTHING TO ME. GET THE FUCK HOME RIGHT NOW.”
“I c-can’t. I- ”
I was shaking uncontrollably now and He wasn’t even at his angriest yet. He slammed his hand down on something and I was hit with a flashback.
“ “You Stupid. Insignificant. worthless. little brat. I’ve fucking told you so many times I don’t like when you’re late.” I had tried to catch the bus back from practice but I didn’t make it on time so I had to run all the way home. I knew I was in trouble but I was hoping he would understand. He got dangerously closer to my face with every word and then before I could realize what was happening he shoved me to the ground and started to kick me in the stomach over, and over. The pain was unbearable but I knew if I protested it would make it worse. He carried on that way in what felt like slow motion but eventually stopped and went away. I stayed down from several minutes, waiting until it was safe to get up. I knew that if anyone saw these bruises I was in for it so I decided to hide them under a compression shirt until they healed.”
“Y/N!”
Kelley was kneeling down in front of me. I had somehow moved to the floor and I was rocking back and forth, Disoriented and scared. I remembered that so vividly and it felt like it was happening again.
“Hey, hey, hey. I’m here. You’re okay. It’s me Kelley, you’re not with your dad.”
“Where- But he was just...”
“I know, it’s okay now. It’s over.”
She took me into her arms and rocked us back and forth. She did the same thing she did in the car to calm me down and as soon as I felt her heartbeat beneath my hand I started to feel calm. My phone was long forgotten discarded on the bed. It continued to blow up but Kelley picked it up, saw who was calling and threw it against the wall. It scared me and I started shaking again and hyperventilating.
“Shit.”
“I-i’m sorry. Please, p-please don’t hurt me.”
“No, no, I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking, it’s okay. I’ll do better at remembering not to do things like that.”
She calmed me down just as she had before and we ended up on the bed, settling down and finally getting ready to sleep. She tried lulling me to sleep by playing with my hair and rubbing my back. She wrapped her arms around me protectively and before I knew it I was in a deep, peaceful sleep for the first time in a long time.
The following morning when I woke up I was still wrapped up in Kelley’s arms and she was sleeping soundly. I tried my best to wiggle out of her grip without waking her but failed halfway through when I ended up just slipping out onto the floor with a big thud. She sat up quickly, startled by the sudden noise.
“Wha- what happened?!”
“Nothing, I’m okay.” I said getting up and showing her that I was indeed perfectly fine.
“Oh, good.”
She had been clutching her chest and when she saw nothing bad had happened she flopped back down on the bed and let out a relived sigh. We decided it was probably time to get up and headed into the living room area to watch tv. Christen was sitting on the couch drinking coffee when we came out and smiled softly at us.
“Hi guys. Sleep well?”
“We did, thank you”
We all gathered on the couch to watch some morning cartoons and I snuggled into Kelley’s side. I felt safest with her and I knew in time I would come to feel just as safe with Christen too.
Many months later...
Several months have passed since Kelley rescued me from my “father” and after the initial legal battle to get custody of me she and Christen were made my legal guardians and I officially moved in with them. I had grown closer with them both and they were like the parents I never had but always wanted.
My “father” on the other hand was arrested and sentenced to life in prison and any chance of parole was taken away. I was so grateful to never have to see him again.
While I still struggled at times with my anxiety. flashbacks and overall fear of things, I was getting better everyday and Kelley and Christen and all of our teammates were there to support me along the way.
//
THE END
Sorry for any mistakes
-N
#uswnt imagines#kelley o’hara imagine#kelley o’hara imagines#angst but happy ending#kelley o’hara x reader#christen press#kelley o’hara
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One Day- Part 2
*Not my gif*
Pairing: Kelly Severide x Reader; Jay Halstead/Will Halstead x Reader (Sister)
Requested: Yes
Prompt: What happens when you start having feelings for someone else aka a certain firefighter
Warnings: None
A/N: I’m sorry this sucked
Part 1 here // Part 3 here
It was approaching a year since your boyfriend, Derek’s death. So much of your life has changed since that day. Your brothers had been there for you through thick and thin. One thing was for sure though. You were sick of others opinions. If you went out on a date you were moving on too quickly. If you stayed at home you weren’t letting things go. If you went to a bar with your friends you were drinking your grief away. No matter what you did everyone had an opinion on what you were supposed to do and how you were supposed to feel. The only thing getting you through were your brothers and friends.
You had just walked into Molly’s when you spotted Jay and Will sitting at a table. Walking over and casually sliding onto a chair. They continued their conversation pulling you into it like it was nothing. A few minutes later you decided to go get a drink walking up to the counter.
“The usual?” Hermann asked pulling a cup from the shelf as you nodded smiling sweetly. He made your drink handing it over to you, thanking him as you made your way back to the table. Your night had went by smoothly. Mingling with your friends and drinking anything they handed you.
“I have early rounds. I better get going.” Will announced a few hours later, getting up to grab his coat.
“Can you drop me off at my apartment?” Jay asked moving to stand up too. Will nodded turning to you.
“I’m gonna stay for a little longer.” You replied to his unspoken question.
“Okay. If you need anything my phone’s on.” He reminded you, both him and Jay hugging you before leaving.
You looked around smiling to yourself when you spotted Kelly Severide sitting at the bar watching the game on the TV in front of him. You snuck up behind him quietly, wrapping your arms around his waist making him jump.
“Jesus Christ!” He huffed turning to look at you laugh escaping your lips. “Not funny.” He glared.
“Sorry.” You shrugged still smiling as you sat on the stool beside him. Kelly Severide had quickly turned into your best friend since your boyfriend's death. Besides Will and Jay, Kelly was there to be your rock on your worst days. You had been good friends with Kelly since you had first met years before and he had hit on you before finding out one, who your brothers were and two, that you were taken. There was just something about Kelly that made it so easy to connect with him. So easy to feel comfortable around him. You had sat there talking to him for the remainder of the night until Hermann announced last call, something that was not uncommon for the two of you.
“Alright come on.” Kelly said once the game had finished picking his coat up off the back of his chair. You got up heading towards the door. “Where is your coat?” He asked following behind you.
“It was warm out when I got here,” you explained stepping out the door and immediately shivering, “and it is not anymore.” You laughed. Severide shook his head slipping off the coat he had just put on and threw it over your shoulders. You tried to fight him, but he just shushed you. You gave up quickly knowing it would be a lost cause following him to his car. Starting his car you sat back relaxing in the passenger seat. He turned the radio on as you shut your eyes sitting in comfortable silence. One of Kelly’s hands were gripping the steering wheel as the other was rested on your neck his fingers rubbing in soft circles. In the last few months you and Kelly’s relationship had gotten more serious? Not that it wasn’t serious before it just felt more serious beyond friends, more intimate maybe without the actual intimacy. You had grown to rely on him, and he had grown to be part of your routine. Him driving you home from a night of hanging out at Molly’s was certainly not something new, and you had grown to feel stronger about him. Starting to notice the way his jaw tensed whenever a guy would hit on you or the way his brow furrowed whenever the Blackhawks were losing. Jealousy coming over you for a split second whenever you witnessed a girl hanging on his arm. Feeling more protective or anxious every time you knew he was out on a call. You had felt these feelings before. You had noticed these things in only one other person before and that realization was scaring the hell out of you. The warmth of Kelly’s hand disappearing drew you out of your thoughts. Opening your eyes you realized you were parked in front of your building. You moved to take his jacket off but he stopped you.
“Keep it. I’ll get it whenever I come over next.” He said. You smiled adjusting it back on your shoulders. He was turned trying to fish something out of his door whenever you leaned over to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. He clearly didn’t get that hint whenever he turned to face you again his lips accidentally meeting yours. You both froze feeling the heat take over your body. Giving in to the spark that moved throughout your body you moved your hands up to cup his face pulling him into you for a full kiss now. At your movement you felt Kelly relax into the kiss leaning closer to you. His lips moved gently along with yours. Feeling the most whole you had in awhile. He nipped at your bottom lip before pulling back to get a breath. He smiled at you running his thumb along your cheekbone. You adjusted yourself in your seat
eyes locking with the clock on his dash in the meantime. Immediately feeling your breath hitch you backed away from Kelly. He followed your eyes to see the clock read “2:13am” sympathy washed over his face reaching out to you, “Hey..” he whispered trying to get your attention, but you shook your head.
“Kel..I..I..” You tried to get out, giving up and opting to just get out of his car. You swallowed hard rushing towards your building not looking back. As soon as you closed your door you sank to the floor head falling into your hands. “I’m sorry D.” You mumbled into your hands feeling the guilt sink in deeper.
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“[Y/N]!” You heard Will’s voice bound throughout your apartment. Groaning you buried your face deeper into your pillows. You heard him sigh heavily before feeling your bed sink. “You have to get up.” He stated moving his hand up and down your back.
“I don’t have to do anything.” You retorted curling further into a ball.
“Jay’s on his way. If he gets here, and you’re-” He started making you huff loudly throwing the covers off of you.
“Fine. I’m up.” You growled. You already knew how this day was going to go. You had been dreading it since the first of the month. At 2:14am Derek would’ve officially been gone for a whole year. 365 days of living your life way differently than you had planned for so long, but you knew the cycle. You knew that if you refused to get out of bed and push on that would only cause a quick downhill slide for you. So, Jay and Will had promised to pull you out. Whether you wanted to or not they were dragging you out of the house. You stomped to your bathroom jumping in the shower refusing with all your power to let the swirling thoughts take over. Whenever you were dressed and ready for the day you walked out to find Will and Jay scrolling through their phones on the couch. Jay heard your footsteps looking up to see you walking into the living room.
“About damn time. Let’s go.” He complained making you roll your eyes and gather your things before following the two out the door.
They had dragged you numerous places throughout the day keeping your mind occupied when all you really wanted was to go home and curl up in bed with piles of food. However, you knew your brothers weren’t about to let that happen. You were sitting in your favorite diner waiting for the waitress to come over with your food when the table started buzzing. Picking you phone up and turning it over Kelly’s name flashed on the screen, for the 5th time that day. Sighing you silenced it sitting it back down on the table.
“Okay that’s like the 10th time that’s happened who’s calling you?” Will asked.
“Nobody.” You grumbled playing with the straw on your drink.
“Is there a particular reason you don’t want us to know?” He pushed.
“It’s not a big deal. Just cause you're my brothers doesn’t mean you have to know every little detail of-“ You began to rant, but were cut off whenever Jay reached over the table grabbing your phone from under your hand. “Hey!” You screamed moving to grab your phone from him but he was already looking through it.
“Severide? Why’s he keep calling you?” Jay asked confused turning your phone towards Will.
“And why do you keep ignoring it?” Will interrogated handing your phone back to you. You stared at them not answering.
“You know we’re going to find out anyway so might as well just tell us.” Jay shrugged making roll your eyes. But their accusing stares refused to leave you. “Fine. Okay. Whatever. Kelly and I kissed last night.” You mumbled as the waitress walked over to give you your orders. You thanked her since Jay and Will seemed to be rendered speechless. You began to eat as they looked at each other in confusion.
“Alright. I’m super confused.” Jay finally admitted breaking the silence. “Since when? How?” He shook his head trying to get out the million questions.
“I don’t know. I guess I’ve been having feelings for him for a while.” You shrugged looking down at your plate.
“Did you know about this?” Jay asked Will pointing at you.
“No, but you’re the detective. Aren’t you supposed to pick up on shit?” Will retorted causing Jay to glare at him. “Okay but..this still doesn’t answer why you’ve been ignoring his calls all day.” Will added.
“I’m avoiding him obviously.” You answered picking a fry off his plate.
“Why?” Jay asked.
“I ran off after we kissed.” You said.
“Can we stop acting like all of this is obvious and normal?” Will scolded you making you roll your eyes. “I’m serious. For what reason did you run off?” He pushed making you sigh heavily.
“It’s not like I can date the guy okay? I shouldn’t have done it and now I’m not sure how to handle it.” You admitted.
“Didn’t you just say you like him?” Jay asked trying to keep up.
“Listen guys a year ago today my life was flipped upside down. Derek was my person. My one. And now he’s gone. I know it sounds crazy, but I felt guilty. I felt like I was betraying him somehow. Maybe all those people were right maybe I was trying to let go of him too fast.” You swallowed hard.
“[Y/N], Derek wouldn’t want you to do this. He would want you to be happy and I know that probably sounds really cliche, but it’s true. He loved you. A lot and there is no doubt he would want you to live your life to the fullest, and that means finding someone who loves you at least half of what he did.” You sat back running a hand down your face taking in Will’s words.
“Can we just drop this for now? Please.” You begged as the nodded changing the subject quickly. After paying you hopped into Jay’s truck heading towards your next stop. You leaned back closing your eyes listening to your brothers bicker about who got to play the music. Feeling Jay put the truck into park about 20 minutes later you opened your eyes to see you were stopped in front of Kelly’s building. “What the hell?” You asked panic rising within you.
“We’re not going to force you to go in, but we really think you should.” Will answered. You looked between them and the building in front of you. You sighed heavily moving to open the door.
“You’re not leaving right?” You asked.
“Not unless you tell us to.” Jay smiled at you. Taking a deep breath you got out of the truck. You knocked lightly on Kelly’s door, hearing shuffling from inside until the door swung open to reveal Kelly.
“[Y/N]! I’ve been calling you all day I was-“ He started before you cut him off.
“Can we talk?” You asked.
“Yeah of course.” He nodded moving out of the way for you to make your way in. Shutting the door behind you he was closely following behind you to his living room where he sat beside you on the couch close enough that his knee was hitting yours. Looking at him you began to play with your hands. “I’m sorry.” You finally mumbled.
“For what?” He asked looking at you confused.
“Running off, avoiding you. I just don’t know.” You admitted. Sympathy took over his features as he reached for one of your hands. “I’m scared. Really scared. Kissing you made me feel something that I haven’t felt in a long time and then...I don’t know I just panicked. I felt so guilty.” You explained. “Everyone had so many opinions on what I should be doing with my life. How I should be handling things. How I should be feeling, and everyone tells me Derek would want me to be happy. To move on. But how am I supposed to know that? He’s gone. It’s not like I can ask him!” You squeezed Kelly’s hand getting worked up. “It’s just one thing after the other and it’s like a nightmare that keeps coming back and-“ You started to breathe heavily.
“Hey. Take a deep breath.” He encouraged. Making you whimper at the thoughts filling your head. “I’m not here to make you feel guilty. I’m not here to rush you. I just want to be here for you. In whatever way you need. Obviously I have feelings for you. I’m not going to deny that, but I’m not here to push you. If you’re not ready the-“ He promised before you jumped in.
“But...I want to be. I loved Derek. I still love Derek. That will never change, but I can’t keep doing this to myself. I can’t keep getting stuck in this cycle of grief or whatever it is. I just...want to be happy again.” You bit your lip looking down in your lap. Kelly’s hand moved to cup your jaw tilting it so you could meet his eyes.
“You know there’s nothing more in this world you deserve more than to be happy right?” He said swiping at thumb on your jaw. Leaning into his touch you closed your eyes waiting for his lips to meet yours and when they did a warmth filled your body that you had missed for far too long. Giving into him you could finally feel the presence of happiness you had been pushing out. It wasn’t going to be easy. It was going to be a fight between your heart and head, but you needed to do it, and you were willing to do it with Kelly.
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Winter prompts: whipped cream on the nose post-hot chocolate
Baldur's Gate was a warm city, situated on the southern Sword Coast – for most of the year, it was pleasant, if humid and frequently drizzly. Devi had rarely had to worry about the cold during her childhood in the Lower City.
Waterdeep, being further north than Baldur's Gate, actually experienced winters, as Devi found out. She burrowed deeper into the blankets in her and Gale's bed, shivering at the cool air inside the tower. When she reached out a hand to Gale's side of the bed, she only found cooling linens, and not the warm body of her husband.
“Ignis,” she heard from the foot of the bed, and a moment later, she heard the whoosh of a fire igniting in the expansive fireplace. She heard a chuckle before Gale came up to her side of the bed, gently shaking her shoulder. “Wake up, my love,” he murmured, kissing her cheek. “It's morning.”
“‘s cold,” Devi grumbled, burrowing into the blankets. The fire Gale had just spoken into existence hadn't yet warmed the air sufficiently for her liking.
She heard Gale chuckle as he gently pulled down the coverlet over her. “It snowed last night,” he said, kissing her cheek again. That got Devi's attention; she rolled over enough to look at his smile. “Come and see.”
The promise of snow, a rarity in Baldur’s Gate, was enough to pull Devi out of bed. She shivered as she pushed the covers back, and immediately felt Gale wrap her robe around her slim shoulders as she stood up. He had magically heated the garment, along with her slippers; she sighed happily, wiggling her toes in the soft footwear. “Gods, I love you,” she said with a soft laugh.
“Just for heating your slippers?” Gale grinned, then took her hand in his and drew her to the balcony door. “Look at this!”
Devi gasped as Gale opened the door to the balcony, and not entirely due to the cold air hitting her face. Waterdeep was covered in a thick layer of white, fluffy snow, and more was still falling from the grey clouds over the city. She stepped out onto the balcony, cautiously extending her hand for a few large flakes of snow to land on her palm, turning to drops of water on her skin. With a little laugh, she looked up at the sky, watching more snow come falling down, blinking as flakes landed on her eyelashes.
“Beautiful, is it not?” Gale asked, leaning against the doorframe with a fond smile on his lips. “Have you seen snow before?”
“Not like this,” Devi answered, twirling in the falling flakes, and immediately squeaking as the motion made her robe rise, exposing her legs to the cold air. “Snow was so rare there, and never lasted long enough to look like this!”
Gale smiled, stepping out onto the balcony to wrap his arms around Devi. “Was this worth waking up early to see, my dear?” he asked with a chuckle.
Devi nodded and stretched up to kiss him. “Thank you, love.”
“Of course.” Gale fondly returned her kiss, then tugged Devi closer to his chest. They remained still for several long minutes longer, watching the snow fall, until Gale hummed. “You're shivering,” he murmured, rubbing Devi's arms through her robe sleeves. “Back inside, my love. Don't worry; it will probably keep snowing all day. You won't miss anything.”
It was cold, Devi had to admit. She nodded and let Gale draw her back indoors, moving to stand in front of the fireplace as the wizard secured the balcony door again. “Do you have classes to teach today?” she asked, holding her hands closer to the flames.
Gale shook his head. “Not today,” he said with a smile. “Which means you will get to experience a perfect snow day today.” He approached her from behind, his hands caressing her stomach, just starting to swell with their babe within her. “And I have plans to make sure that it is perfect for you.”
“As long as I'm with you, it will be perfect,” Devi murmured, smiling as Gale kissed her. “First in my heart.”
Gale smiled and kissed her again, then released her. “Get dressed,” he softly said. “I'll go start breakfast for us.”
Devi smiled as her husband kissed her once more before taking his leave of the bedroom; once he had left, she turned back to her wardrobe, looking for the warm sweaters and pants he had insisted on buying for her in anticipation of her first winter in Waterdeep.
—
Gale had insisted on bringing Devi out to the public gardens after breakfast, taking care to make sure that she was warmly bundled up. And truthfully, it hadn't taken much coaxing from him to get her to agree. Holding Gale's hand through the gloves they both wore, she walked through the park, snow still falling over the city. The other residents of Waterdeep seemed to have the same idea – other couples strolled along the snowy paths, while children raced with gleeful abandon through the drifts. Setting her free hand on her concealed belly, Devi watched as a group of children started building rudimentary walls of snow and throwing snowballs at each other, with laughter and shouts drifting through the falling flakes. Other children were busy assembling statues of snow, using sticks for arms and pebbles for eyes and mouths. “It's like something out of a story,” she said with a smile, her eyes soft as she watched the children playing in the snow.
At her side, Gale chuckled. “Ah, yes. I spent many a winter as a child playing in the snow, engaging in winter warfare and building fortresses. One year, my friends and I managed to construct a fortress that was easily ten feet tall, with ramparts and a moat. We were the undisputed kings of the park until the spring.”
“A ten foot tall fortress?” Devi laughed. “Did you use magic for it?”
Gale shifted slightly. “There may have been some magic involved,” he admitted as Devi's grin grew wider. “But there was plenty of manual labour too! Both from ourselves, and the fathers and elder siblings we recruited to the cause.”
Devi laughed, imagining Gale as a child, packing snow into a tall wall with mitten-clad hands. “The snow battles that year must have been legendary.”
“Oh yes, they most certainly were,” Gale confirmed with a wink. “Although we were all banned from winter warfare after Elminster was caught in the crossfire of one such battle.” He grinned ruefully as Devi doubled over with her giggles. “Truthfully, he held his own perfectly well, considering he bewitched our snowballs to chase us through the park. Let me tell you, Mother was not amused when she heard about it later.”
Still giggling, Devi tried to imagine child-Gale fleeing from enchanted, flying snowballs. “Oh, hells, I wish I could have seen that,” she laughed. “It doesn't surprise me that Elminster retaliated like that!”
Gale grinned, if a little sheepishly. “It was great fun. He still threatens to conjure up new snowballs to chase me with, on occasion. And I'll take it as a personal kindness, darling, if you don't encourage him to do that.” With a chuckle, he gently adjusted the scarf around Devi's neck. “Are you still warm enough, my love?”
Devi nodded and stretched up to kiss Gale’s cheek, uncaring of who might see her kiss her husband. “Yes, thank you.” She smiled fondly as he gently rubbed his nose against her own. “This feels like something out of a fairy tale – walking through the snow, with my darling husband, watching children playing in the fresh snow…”
“And you're due for another treat when we get home,” Gale promised her with a wink. “Am I correct in assuming you've never experienced a hot chocolate before?”
Devi tilted her head curiously at him. “What's that?”
Gale chuckled. “My favourite winter beverage. I have my mother's secret recipe for it memorised – I'll make it for you when we return to the tower.”
Chocolate had been one of those luxuries that a Lower City urchin would never have been able to even dream of sampling, even with how good thieves Devi and Jehn had been. She smiled happily at Gale. “I'm excited to try it!”
Gale's eyes softened as he kissed Devi's forehead. “And I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. Come on.”
—
An hour later saw Devi curled up on the couch in Gale's study, bundled under a soft blanket and with a book in hand before a roaring fire, Tara sprawled comfortably across the back of the couch, purring away, with Scratch curled up on the floor before her. She could hear Gale puttering around in the kitchen, preparing their treat; when she sniffed the air, she could smell something sweet and heady wafting through the tower.
She looked up from the pages of her book when she heard her husband's footsteps approaching the study. Gale appeared in the doorway of the study, holding a loaded tray in his hands; he paused, his eyes soft as he gazed at her. “This is a sight that I could look at forever,” he murmured. “You are the picture of peaceful contentment, my love.”
Devi smiled up at Gale, setting her book down. “I feel completely happy,” she said. “I'm warm, and comfortable, and being spoiled by my handsome, caring wizard – how could I not be happy?”
“If only you knew just how happy having you in my home makes me,” Gale softly said, stepping closer to her. “Mere words do not adequately describe my happiness with you.” He set the tray down on the table before the couch; two mugs sat on the tray, white cream on the surface not doing anything to suppress the tendrils of steam wafting off the top. A plate of biscuits accompanied the drinks. “Hot chocolate all but requires biscuits to go with it,” he said with a chuckle, handing one of the mugs to Devi before he sat down beside her, his own mug in hand.
Smiling, Devi accepted the mug, taking a curious sniff. “It smells really good,” she said – she eyed the mug for a moment longer before tilting it to her lips. Her eyes went wide as a warm, rich, sweet drink flowed over her tongue; as she swallowed it, it seemed to spread a pleasant warmth through her entire body. She shivered in enjoyment, and started to take another sip, then looked up when she realised Gale hadn't moved. He was still watching her, a fond smile on his face.
Seeing that he was caught, he chuckled. “And what are our first impressions?”
“It's so good!” Devi said, taking another sip of the drink. The second sip was every bit as delightful as the first – she smiled as the sweet taste lingered on her tongue. “And you grew up drinking this?”
“Only on special occasions,” Gale grinned. “But your first snowfall in Waterdeep is a worthy occasion.” He sipped his own drink and sighed happily, then chuckled at Devi. “You have a little something on your nose, darling…”
“Hmm?” Devi tried to look at the tip of her own nose; if she strained her eyes, she could just see a vague white smudge in the centre of her vision. It must have been the cream topping the hot chocolate, left behind on her nose.
Gale laughed, then leaned in to kiss away the evidence on her nose. “Gods, you're adorable,” he said with a fond smile. “How did I get so lucky as to have you as my wife again?”
“Gale, if I didn't already love you more than life itself, and if we weren't already married, I would ask you to run away and elope with me again, just for this hot chocolate,” Devi said with a grin. “And then there's the reading to me, and how you snuggled away all my bad dreams, and how you spoil me now…”
That got a chuckle from Gale. “You could have stolen anyone's heart that you wanted, and you still chose me when I was at my lowest point. I am the luckiest man in Faerûn.” He kissed Devi again, this time on her lips, then sat back and took a sip from his own mug. “Spoiling my perfect little wife is one of my greatest pleasures in life, my love. And the aforementioned perfect wife should let me spoil her more.”
“You already spoil me plenty,” Devi said with a laugh. “I'll become unbearable to live with if you keep this up.”
“Never.” Gale grinned, then settled back in the couch cushions. Devi shifted enough to snuggle against his chest, feeling him comfortably wrap his arm around her to hold her close. She glanced to the window, seeing snowflakes still falling outside, and smiled, utterly content with her life. This, as far as she was concerned, was the perfect happiness she had never thought she would experience in life. She was warm, and comfortable, with a delicious treat in her mug and her husband's arm around her, and their unborn child in her womb.
This was perfection. And she wouldn't trade this for anything in the world.
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Cute, shippy starters: 46) “Hey, have you seen the..? *Oh.*”
Devi loved cats, for the most part. Having grown up in the Lower City, stray cats had been all over the place; and most of them, after some obligatory introductory hissing, seemed to tolerate the little half-Elf thief well enough. Some had even learned that, if they were friendly enough, Devi might share her food scraps with them while she waited for her next mark. It hadn't been uncommon for Devi to have a cat curled up beside her while she had sat on a roof ledge, or prowling around her legs while she'd scoped out a new target. Her father would never have let her keep one for a pet, but she enjoyed giving scritches and pets where she could to the stray animals.
And then there was Tara.
Devi supposed her first mistake had been referring to Tara as “Gale's tressym” – she'd immediately gotten hissed at for that. She hadn't made the same mistake again, but Tara seemed to not ever forget a grudge. Even after Devi had come home with Gale to Waterdeep, Tara had regarded the thief with aloof suspicion. She was incredibly different from the normal cats Devi had grown used to, and even with regular usage of a potion to let her speak with animals, the two regularly butted heads.
She knew it caused Gale distress, that the woman he loved and the tressym he adored seemed to be permanently at odds. “Was she like this with Mystra too?” she had asked one day, watching Tara fly in pursuit of a hapless pigeon.
Gale had snorted. “Given how Mystra and I ended, and the sixth sense that animals have about such things, I like to think Tara would have tried to claw her eyes out if they'd ever met.” He'd smiled and given Devi a kiss on the temple. “I'm sure she'll warm up to you eventually. She's just… cautious with new people.”
That had been well over a tenday ago, and Devi still wasn't sure how long ‘eventually’ was supposed to last.
She sat in her favourite chair in Gale's tower, idly plucking at the strings on her violin. Gale himself was out today – he'd been summoned to some sort of meeting with another wizard, and the tone of the invitation had made it clear that Devi wasn't invited. Honestly, Gale had been more offended at the entire matter than she'd been. She'd sent him on his way with a kiss and a promise that she wouldn't find any mischief in his absence. And so far, she'd been good to her word, reading one of his many books and coming up with a new melody to play on the violin.
She sighed, looking out the window for a moment, then winced as her stomach lurched threateningly. Apparently whatever stomach flu she had somehow picked up (that Gale had dodged. Lucky bastard of a wizard.) was still not fully out of her system. And that had been the other reason Gale had been reluctant to go to this meeting with his colleague – he was worried about her, after the last four days of her waking up sick and struggling to keep anything she ate down.
Maybe it was the coffee he had introduced her to. Devi wrinkled her nose in thought. That was something she had never been introduced to as a poor Baldurian thief – perhaps the rich, stimulant brew was the cause of her–
Her eyes went wide, and she barely had time to set her violin on the table and grab an empty pail before her stomach violently rejected the two pieces of toasted bread and the banana she'd eaten less than an hour ago.
Wincing as her stomach eventually stopped revolting, she spat into the bucket, then shakily stood up, intent on finding water to rinse her mouth out before disposing of the vomited meal. “Fucking hells,” she mumbled, scowling down at her stomach. “Are you done yet?”
“Tsk, tsk,” said a voice behind Devi, one that made her jump. “Mr. Dekarios will not be pleased to learn that you're still ill.” With a flutter of her wings, Tara jumped up onto the table, regarding Devi with a stern look. “Had I thumbs, I would make you drink some tea.”
“Gale's been trying with the tea,” Devi said, finding a carafe of water in the kitchen and swishing a mouthful around to get the taste of bile out of her mouth. She spat into the bucket, still feeling Tara's eyes on her. “I think it helps a little bit?”
Tara lowly growled, then jumped to the counter. “Here,” she said, standing up on her hind legs to paw at a rack of herbs. “Mr. Dekarios keeps ginger up in this rack, and that should help with human – or half-Elf – nausea.”
“... Thank you.” Devi approached the counter, reaching around the fluffy head and wings to grab the large ginger root. Finding where Gale kept his kitchen knives, she carefully cut off a thin slice of the ginger, then put it in her mouth, wrinkling her nose at the strong taste. “Please work,” she mumbled as she put the rest of the root away, then moved to clean off the knife. She knew how particular Gale was with his knives.
Tara sat on the counter, tail swishing as she watched the thief clean and return the knife to its block. “I know you haven't been sleeping either,” the tressym said, “what with constantly waking up sick the last few nights. Go lie down.”
Devi frowned at the idea of taking orders from the winged cat. “I'm honestly all right,” she started to say. “I don't feel–”
She blinked as a paw batted at her arm. “You clearly are not all right,” Tara scolded. “And I'll not have Mr. Dekarios fretting over if you're getting enough rest while you’re so obviously ill. He's made it quite clear that he cares a great deal about you.” The tressym shifted her weight, then jumped onto Devi’s shoulders, making her stagger with a little grunt at the weight of a heavy winged cat perching on her. “To bed with you, Deviali.”
“It’s Devi,” the thief muttered. “What about if I just sit and read or–”
Tara growled threateningly.
Devi sighed, admitting defeat. “Fine, I’m going.” She wouldn’t ever admit it to Tara, but she was tired, after four mornings of waking up sick before the time that she and Gale normally got up. And it was impossible to quietly vomit, as she’d figured out the hard way – Gale was always at her side within a minute of her lunging out of bed, holding her hair back and looking at her with open concern in his eyes. “What do you care about me?” the half-Elf asked the tressym as she started making her way to the bedroom, with a longing glance at her violin. “You don’t seem to like me as it is.”
Seemingly noticing which way Devi’s eyes went, Tara lightly smacked the side of her face with her paw to make her focus on going to bed. “My opinions are moot. Mr. Dekarios adores you, which means that it becomes my duty to look after you like I do him. I’ve looked after that wizard since he was a boy – I’m not about to fly off because he picked you.” She settled across the back of Devi’s neck, like an oversized, winged scarf. “And if I don’t look after you, then it becomes the dog’s job to tend to you, and he is not a suitable caretaker.”
“Scratch is perfectly fine,” Devi protested, obligated to defend what she had come to think of as ‘her’ dog since the day he’d shown up in camp. “And he doesn’t try to nursemaid me or anything–”
“My point exactly. You’re obviously ill, and dogs, while loyal, do not understand taking care of two-legged creatures with no self-preservation instincts.”
“... I have perfectly fine self-preservation instincts,” Devi grumbled as she entered the bedroom and sat down on her side of the bed.
“That’s not the impression I got from hearing Mr. Dekarios’ stories about you during your little adventure,” Tara disagreed. She hopped down from Devi’s shoulders, then settled on the thief’s lap, giving her a pointed look. “If I have to make you lie down…”
Devi thought about arguing with the cat, then saw Tara warningly flex her front paws, revealing sharp claws under her fur, and thought better of it. “I can’t believe I just lost an argument with you,” she complained, laying down and curling up on her side.
Tara’s tail twitched in an almost smug manner. “Please feel free to ask Mr. Dekarios why he doesn’t pick fights with me anymore.” She climbed up onto Devi’s hip and started kneading the half-Elf through her trousers. “Ugh, you’re far too thin still. Is Mr. Dekarios not feeding you sufficiently?”
“If Gale could feed me himself, he would,” Devi muttered. “It’s hard to eat when everything he makes, no matter how good, keeps coming back up.”
“If you wake up sick again tomorrow,” Tara mused, “I’m going to have to tell him to fetch a cleric or visit an apothecary. Then again, perhaps he’ll bring something home tonight for you to feel better.” She jumped down to the mattress and, to Devi’s surprise, curled up against the thief’s stomach. “You are not to move from this bed until Mr. Dekarios returns home this evening, and you do not want to know what the consequences will be if you disobey me. Are we understood?”
“I’m being bullied into taking a nap by a tressym,” Devi groused, and promptly got batted by one of Tara’s wings. “Ow!”
“Somebody has to ensure that you rest and recover, if you’re not going to look after yourself.” Tara’s vivid eyes met Devi’s without blinking. “Now, I will allow you to offer scratches to my ears, just this once. Do not get used to it.”
Devi eyed the tressym for a moment, then slowly reached to slowly pet the top of Tara’s head, rubbing behind her ears. She was quickly rewarded with the low rumble of a pleased purr, vibrating against her stomach. Despite the half-Elf’s reluctance to take a nap, the feeling of curling up in bed with a large cat – or tressym – snuggled up against her upset stomach did feel very soothing. She sighed, then let her eyes drift closed, and felt Tara’s purring grow a little louder, as though the tressym approved. “You’re still the worst,” she muttered.
“Likewise, Deviali,” Tara smugly said, her purring never stopping. “Go to sleep.”
“It’s Devi,” the thief grumbled, even if part of her knew that the tressym would always use her despised full name, until the day Devi married Gale and took his last name for her own. Then it would probably become “Mrs. Dekarios”.
That actually has a nice ring to it, she thought as she felt herself slowly drift away into sleep, lulled by the sounds of Tara's purring.
—
Gale frowned slightly as he entered his tower, expecting to be greeted on his return home. The only lifeform to welcome him was Scratch, curled up by the fireplace; the dog looked up and thumped his tail against the floor, tongue lolling out of his mouth happily. “Where’s Devi, hmm?” the wizard asked, kneeling to give the dog a scratch behind the ears.
Scratch wuffed, then set his head back down on his front paws. “Upstairs,” he said – Gale, once again, was grateful for the spell that let him speak with animals. “She’s been upstairs with Tara all day.”
That got a small wince from Gale – he almost wondered if there had been bloodshed in his home during his absence. “Good boy, Scratch,” he said, standing back up and making his way through the tower. It was suspiciously quiet in his residence: no Tara trotting or flying up to see him with a meow of greeting, no sounds of Devi playing her violin, no pretty half-Elf emerging from a doorway with a smile on her face to see her betrothed. He sighed, wondering if Devi and Tara had managed to kill each other while he’d been stuck all day with his wizarding colleagues. “Devi?” he lowly called out. “Tara?”
No sign of Tara anywhere – perhaps she was out hunting pigeons again. But Devi should have been here. Gale poked his head into the common room, then into his study – no sign of his favourite thief in either room, besides the violin resting on a table beside the window. Perhaps the bedroom, then? Gods knew that she hadn’t been resting well, with waking up sick every morning the past few days. He could only pray that the potions in his satchel, purchased from the apothecary only an hour ago, would cure whatever was wrong with her. He approached the bedroom door, only slightly ajar, and gently pushed it open. “Have you seen –” he started to say as he looked in – a second later, he went silent, his eyes softening. “Oh.”
On the bed, Tara looked up from where she was curled against a sleeping Devi, the tip of her tail swishing before her nose. “Not a word from you about this compromising position,” she quietly said, ears tilting back slightly. “It was the only way to make sure she rested. She was ill again this afternoon while you were gone.”
“Again?” Gale frowned worriedly as he sat on the edge of the bed; Tara stood up and stretched, then climbed up onto his shoulders, curling up around his neck and purring away. “Thank you for looking after her, Tara – I know you disapprove of her, but I love her.”
“I know you do. And it is good to see you happy with her, Mr. Dekarios.” Tara carefully adjusted her wings so she wouldn’t hit Gale in the back of the head with the large appendages. “She’s slept the last two hours after being ill again. You did stop at an apothecary for something to cure her, yes?”
“I did – and I’ve been assured that the potions I bought should fix anything.” The wizard carefully leaned down to Devi’s face, pressing gentle kisses over her forehead, her eyes, her cheek. “Hello, my love,” he murmured as Devi started to stir. “Did you sleep well?”
Devi’s eyes slowly opened as she looked up at Gale; her lips pulled up in a smile once she recognized him. “Hey, you,” she quietly said, reaching up to kiss him. “Welcome home.”
Gale smiled fondly as he returned Devi’s kiss, stroking his hand through her long hair. “And it feels the most like home when you’re here to grace it with your presence,” he softly chuckled. “Are you feeling better? Tara mentioned you were ill again.”
“Traitor,” Devi muttered, frowning up at the smug tressym, before slowly sitting up. “I… think I’m all right? At least for–” She froze, eyes widening as her hand settled on her stomach. “... Shit.”
Instinct had Gale stand up and get the hell out of Devi’s way, a second before she was on her feet and fleeing to the water closet. He frowned, worry becoming full-fledged anxiety as he started fishing around in his satchel for a potion. “Tara, can you stay with her for another minute while I get her some water?”
Tara was off his shoulders and flying after Devi almost before he’d finished speaking. “Do hurry, Mr. Dekarios,” she called back. “I am not an expert on half-Elves, but something is certainly wrong.”
#bg3 fic#bg3#post-epilogue#gale of waterdeep#gale x tav#gale dekarios#Deviali#tara the tressym#tara was fun to write#her and devi bickering pleases me#as much as Tara being a reluctant mother to Devi#also... oh Devi that isn't a stomach flu you've got going on#for the record#this has been sitting in my inbox since 11 November 2017#oldest prompt that's been waiting for me#Kel answers prompts a million years later#Kel writes
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Soft OTP Prompts: person B: ‘i never expected it to be you’ person A softly smiling: ‘me neither’
Devi had always loved the stars. As a child, she would frequently climb onto the roofs of buildings in the Lower City at night and lay on the tiles, gazing up at the night sky and dreaming of being far away from Baldur’s Gate. On reflection, she supposed, one of the few upsides of her entire misadventure with being abducted by mindflayers (besides meeting the love of her life and her best friends) was being able to see the stars even clearer in the wilderness than she could in the city.
In the darkness now, she picked her way down an alley in the Lower City, holding Gale’s hand as she led him to a ladder that she had seen earlier in the day. Her half-Elf heritage gave her the benefit of being able to see clearly in the dark; as a human, Gale didn’t have that advantage. And honestly, Devi had to admit, it was nice to be needed by her strong, talented wizard for such a mundane thing as guidance down an alley in the middle of the night, having stolen him away from camp while their companions settled in for the evening.
Finding the ladder, she guided Gale’s hands to the wooden beams, then quickly scrambled up the rungs, hearing the wizard follow her at a slightly slower pace. On this level of the building they had climbed, she could see another ladder that would take her to the highest peak of the roof; once Gale had caught up with her, she led him over to the second ladder and climbed up to the highest level of the building. Short of scaling one of the guard towers on the wall between the Upper and Lower Cities, this was one of the highest points they could reach in Baldur’s Gate.
And the view of the night sky was well worth picking their way down a messy alley. Devi laid down as Gale conjured up a blanket to protect them from the roof tiles, sensing the wizard reclining beside her. “I told you that you get the best view from here,” she softly said with a little grin that he would hear in her voice. “It’s almost as beautiful as that illusion you showed me the other night.”
Gale hummed in agreement as he slipped his arm under Devi’s neck. “Magnificent,” he murmured, gazing up at the stars stretched out over the black void of the night sky. “They look so close, one could almost reach out and touch them.” As if to demonstrate his point, he stretched his free hand out, waving at the stars.
Devi smiled and curled up into Gale’s side, resting her hand on his chest. He sighed in contentment, and for a moment, silence reigned before he spoke again. “While I was secluded in my tower, I spent many nights gazing at the stars – as beautiful as the gods, but equally as cold and distant, and as ungiving of answers or guidance.”
“Mmmm.” Devi’s fingers started tracing a pattern over the orb marking on Gale’s chest, just under his shirt. “When I was a child, I used to spend almost every night on a rooftop somewhere, wherever I could see the stars and pretend I was somewhere other than here. Sometimes my brother would come with me, but after he… he left, I just came out on my own, less and less, until I all but gave up on looking at them.” She shrugged slightly. “The stars are beautiful, but they’re like the gods – aloof and distant and not helpful for much.”
“People who navigate by starlight on the seas or in the wilderness would argue their uselessness,” Gale softly corrected with a slight chuckle. The arm that wasn’t wrapped around Devi’s shoulders came up to cross his body so his fingers could caress her cheek. “And they’re most beautiful when they’re reflected in your eyes, my love. You have a beauty and warmth that no star – or goddess – could ever touch.”
Devi smiled and caught Gale’s hand in hers, turning it so she could kiss his palm. “You would be the expert in such things,” she murmured. “My wise, talented, eloquent wizard.” She kissed his hand again, then softly laughed. “You know that almost nobody would have ever imagined us together, if they’d seen us a year ago? Me, a feisty, uneducated, rebellious thief with no thought or care for the Weave and even less regard for the gods…”
“And me, the brooding, washed-up wizard who believed his talents were wasted and that all he was good for was a lesson in folly and pride, and who believed that he would never find true love in any of the realms.” Gale leaned in to kiss Devi’s forehead, his lips lingering on her skin. “If I had been told a year ago that I would find the love of my life in a short-tempered Baldurian pickpocket with a fondness for daggers and a deeply buried heart of gold, and compassion enough to make up for all that the gods lack, I would have laughed in the face of whoever told me that.”
“And if I’d been told that I would fall in love with a wizard from Waterdeep who prioritised books and his tressym, and who had loved a goddess before meeting me, and who encouraged the best parts of me that I had learned to hide away from the world, I, uh… probably would have stabbed whoever said that.” Devi smiled as Gale snorted a laugh, then shifted slightly so she could drape her leg over his thigh, as close to him as she could get. “I expected my future to include whoever I could sleep with or scam to get ahead and get out of the Lower City, or for that future to end with being stabbed in a back alley.” She let go of his hand so she could trace his face with her fingertips. “I never expected that future to be you.”
In the starlight, she could see Gale’s eyes soften – and he waxed poetic about how her eyes reflected the beauty of the stars, without thought of his own! “Me neither,” he murmured, his hand rising to trace the tip of her pointed ear before caressing through her hair. “But fate has a way of laughing at the best predictions that people can make. I’m eternally grateful that life gave me you, even if its way of giving you to me… left a little something to be desired.”
Devi softly laughed. “You mean not every great love story in Faerûn starts with an illithid abduction and mindflayer tadpoles being shoved into the heads of the lovers in question?”
Gale chuckled. “Love, I believe our story is entirely unique in that regard. I, for one, still can’t believe that you saw a washed-up fool of a wizard, trapped in his own portal, with a tadpole in his brain and a magical bomb in his chest that was killing him, and fell in love with him. If I wasn’t so grateful for you, I would question your standards.”
“My standards?” Devi grinned. “You got pulled out of your portal and landed on top of a grouchy half-Elf thief who also had a tadpole in her head and was mad as all hells about it, and then ten minutes later almost got into a knife fight with another mindflayer victim who happened to be a vampire, as we later discovered. My standards are perfectly fine!”
That made Gale laugh out loud, a moment before he clapped a hand over his mouth to muffle the sounds of his amusement. He stayed quiet for a moment until he was satisfied that he hadn’t disturbed anyone else, then looked at Devi with a smile. “Gods, I love you,” he said, caressing her cheek again. “Short temper, kleptomaniac tendencies, proficient blasphemies, and all.”
“I love you too, my cocky, mildly arrogant wizard.” Devi grinned at Gale’s chuckle and stretched up to kiss him. It was easy to lose herself in his touches as he kissed her back, seemingly trying to convey through his kisses how much he loved her – it was a sensation that made her weak at the knees and wanting him still more than she already had before. She swore she fell more in love with Gale every day that she was around him.
“Only mildly arrogant?” Gale softly asked when they finally pulled apart for air. He chuckled against her lips. “You both humble me and boost my ego, my darling. You make me feel like I can be ordinary Gale Dekarios with you and you won’t judge me poorly; and yet, the way you praise me makes me feel like I could take on the gods themselves.”
“I didn’t fall in love with the legendary Wizard of Waterdeep,” Devi said, smiling as she kissed him again. “I fell in love with the kind-hearted man who read books to me and snuggled me to sleep every night when I was having bad dreams, who just so happened to be incredibly adept with the Weave.” She breathed a soft laugh against his lips as she kissed him once again. “Although the offer to throat-punch Mystra still stands, after I finish killing Shar for what she and her followers did to Shadowheart.”
“The gods should tremble before you, and your temper, and your fierce desire to protect and avenge those you love,” Gale murmured, a fond smile on his lips. “First, we destroy the Absolute, and then we find a way to kill Shar, and then you can punch Mystra. After that, if you haven’t decided to go after any more gods, I’m taking you home with me to Waterdeep and giving you the life of peace that you deserve.”
“Any life with you is one that I want,” Devi breathed out as Gale leaned in to kiss her. “Whatever happens, I want to be by your side.”
“And I want to be with you, from now until the stars fade from the heavens.” Gale kissed her again, slowly and thoroughly. “I will not suffer anything or anyone to take you from me, my heart. I am yours, as you are mine.”
Devi smiled at his words, feeling her eyes burn with repressed tears of love for this man. “I love you, Gale Dekarios,” she whispered around another kiss.
“And I love you, Deviali Nulys.” Gale pulled back from their kisses just enough to gaze into Devi’s eyes; the stars overhead made his own eyes shine like he was among them. “My beautiful, perfect, compassionate little thief. How did I become so fortunate as to be here with you?”
“I spirited you away from camp when nobody else was looking and brought you up here?” Devi giggled as Gale rolled his eyes, an affectionate, if slightly exasperated, huff coming from him.
“You know what I meant, you brat.” Gale chuckled and leaned in for another kiss, his teeth just nipping at Devi’s lower lip and making her moan softly. He grunted as she gently nudged him onto his back, then straddled him, knees on either side of his hips and her hands just sliding under the hem of his shirt. “Is this what you want?” he breathed out as he pulled back for air. “Right here, on this rooftop?”
“I want you,” Devi murmured. “Under the stars, with nobody to see or hear us besides the gods themselves.”
In the starlight, she saw Gale’s smile in the same breath that she felt his hands slide up under her tunic, palms warm on her bare skin. “Then you shall have me, in any way that you wish,” he whispered as he pulled her back down to him. “I love you.”
“And I love you,” Devi breathed out, easily losing herself in the pleasure of Gale’s kisses and touches and whispered words of love into her pointed ears.
#bg3#bg3 fic#gale of waterdeep#gale dekarios#gale x tav#minor spoilers for Act 3#deviali#kel writes#kel answers prompts a million years later#romance#lovers#stargazing
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21. petrichor
As proof that the wilderness was healing from the shadow curse, a rainstorm broke out as the party travelled on towards Baldur’s Gate. A light drizzle wouldn’t have slowed the group’s progress down… however, the deluge that poured from the heavens forced an early stop for the night.
Devi loved the rain, even if it ran a high risk of making her eye makeup run. While everyone else was diving into their tents, a small cloud of steam forming behind Karlach, the half-Elf took a moment to stand amidst the rain, soaking in the refreshing droplets and smiling contentedly. It had to be washing away the stains that the shadow curse had left on the mountain pass, bringing new life to the region. She breathed in deeply, savouring the scent of petrichor – a far cry from the normal smells that rain brought to the Lower City, and one that she wished she could bottle up. This smelled fresh, and green, and full of life – not like mud and refuse and the enhanced odours of the docks. This, she figured, had to be her wood Elf heritage speaking, connecting to the scents of nature that she rarely got to experience in the big city.
Feeling eyes on her, she turned around and saw Gale in his tent, only a few metres away. The wizard had a fond smile on his face as he watched her enjoying the rainfall. Seeing he’d caught Devi’s attention, he beckoned her over with a wink.
That the wizard was still alive to experience another rainstorm brought a lump to Devi’s throat – she still couldn’t believe how close she’d come to losing him. She willingly hurried over to him, ducking under the canopy of his tent and shaking rain out of her long hair. As thunder rolled overhead, Gale wrapped his arm around her shoulders and tugged her inside the protective walls of his tent, then reached out and, with magic, closed the entrance of the tent, granting the pair privacy from the rest of the camp.
There were few things that Devi loved more than the rain, and the fresh scents of the earth that the rain brought with it. But the feeling of Gale’s hands on her, fumbling to get her out of her wet clothing, and his lips claiming hers in a kiss, definitely topped the list.
#bg3 fic#gale x tav#gale/tav#gale of waterdeep#gale dekarios#Gale/Devi#Deviali#bg3#baldur's gate 3#minor spoilers for act 2#kel answers prompts a million years later#kel writes#thanks for the ask!
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C. A moment’s respite.
The Last Light Inn was a small bastion of safety in the shadow-cursed lands, the darkness held at bay by Isobel's magic. It was a welcome reprieve for the party of adventurers seeking to take down the Absolute and the cultists in Moonrise Towers – the fairy’s blessing had provided protection from the shadows, but it still was good to have a safe harbour to retreat to.
Having tucked herself away in a corner, Devi sat on a rickety chair, watching the tieflings, the Harpers, and her friends mingling about the inn’s common room. Every once in a while, she could hear Karlach's laughter as she conversed with Dammon, or a shout as Wyll cleaned some other hapless dice player out of their gold with a good-natured grin. Yet her gaze kept travelling back to the wizard in the next seat, sipping on a cup of wine and intently reading a scroll that he had found on one of the bookshelves in the inn. Gale appeared to be completely lost in thought, a little furrow lining his brow, his hand sometimes abandoning his wine cup on the table to stroke his beard as he considered something.
It made for a lovely picture, the wizard so lost in thought, focused on the words before him and not on his surroundings. A man reading really shouldn’t have been that interesting – and yet, Devi found herself transfixed. Something about the angle of his brows, or the set of his jaw, or the way his long fingers moved in the lamp light made her want to study him, committing him to memory.
Because Mystra ordered him to become a memory, a little voice in her head muttered. When we find the Absolute, he's going to follow her damned orders to blow himself up taking it out. That made her look away, gazing into her own wine, lips pressed together tightly as though she could avoid having them tremble, betraying her feelings on the matter. Damn the gods for throwing them all into this predicament, and damn Mystra in particular.
A nudge to her side got her attention. Her heart leapt when she saw Gale's smile at her; he'd apparently lost focus on the scroll. “I'm surprised you're not playing against Wyll again,” he commented with a chuckle.
Devi snorted. “And lose even more gold pieces to him? That bastard’s too damn good at dice.”
Gale smirked. “Have you forsaken your goal of winning the pants off of him in payback?”
“It's taking a temporary pause. But I will say, if his left boot goes missing tonight, I had nothing to do with it. I'll get one of the tiefling kids to give me an alibi.”
That got another chuckle from Gale. “Ah, the mark of a wise criminal. As I would not like to have my own boots stolen in payback, rest assured, I'll keep your secrets intact.”
“Smart man.” Devi grinned and sipped her wine, then gestured to the scroll with her cup. “Find anything interesting in that?”
“Not as much useful information for our predicament as I'd hoped for, but it’s still very fascinating reading.” Gale looked back down at the scroll. “Apparently, if we can make our way to the cellar of the inn, we may be able to find a Selûnite refuge, hidden away from the Sharran Justiciars. The former innkeeper, before the shadow-curse took over, was apparently sympathetic to the Selûnites.”
“Huh. Interesting.” Devi nodded thoughtfully. “Shadowheart might get a laugh out of it, at least. I’m just happy she and Isobel haven’t had a spat yet.”
“Yet being the operative word,” Gale muttered. “Still, Shadowheart does recognize that not all of us have the protection that Shar lent her, or the pixie’s blessing, and Isobel is invaluable for everyone’s safety. Regardless of their… disagreements on their goddesses, they’ll keep the peace for now.”
Devi nodded again, watching as Gale rolled the scroll back up. “Sorry if I’m distracting you from your reading,” the thief said. “I know you love your books.”
“Think nothing of it,” Gale chuckled. “You are quite pleasant company to have around, even if you are quite a bit quieter than usual tonight. A gold piece for your thoughts?”
“That’s the most anyone’s ever offered to hear what’s in my head,” Devi laughed. She looked over at the sound of dice clattering, and Wyll gracefully accepting a rare loss with a seated bow to a triumphant-looking tiefling, raucous laughter drifting over to the corner. “My mind’s all over the place tonight. I’m just…” Thinking about you and how unfair it is that Mystra’s ordered you to your death. No goddess deserves that level of devotion! Forgiveness isn’t worth that much. “I’m thinking about how good it is to see everyone relaxed and safe for the moment.”
“It is pleasant to see,” Gale agreed, looking away from Devi to survey the rest of the inn’s common room. “Would that we could see this more frequently, with everything happening to us. The tadpoles, the Absolute…” He shrugged. “But it could be argued that the rarity of these moments of respite make them that much more valuable, when we do get them. We more fully appreciate them.”
“I think I’d appreciate them fully, even if we got them more regularly,” Devi grumbled. She heard Gale chuckle, then looked back at the wizard. “So… found any more interesting reading?” Usually any books that she found while exploring were immediately handed to Gale or Shadowheart – Devi could read, but she struggled in making sense of the markings on the pages. She lacked Gale’s ability to easily comprehend the written words. Education was more valued for a wizard prodigy and not a back-alley Baldurian thief.
“Quite a bit,” Gale said with a smile. “I have a small library growing in my tent from the books that we’ve found on our travels. If you would like, I could read some of them to you.”
“Would you?” Devi perked up, interested by that prospect. “Any chance that book you mentioned about, uh, stimulation is in your library?”
Gale chuckled. “Alas, no – that particular book is in my tower in Waterdeep. However, I do have a few other tomes in my collection here that may be of interest to you.”
“Consider me intrigued,” Devi said with a grin. She finished off her wine, watching Gale set his own empty cup on the table. “Shall we go investigate?”
“Precisely where my thoughts were, my dear.” Gale grinned and stood up, offering her his arm like a proper gentleman. “We’ll leave the others to their revelry for now. Time spent with you is always a pleasurable experience.”
“Even when we’re both covered in blood and gods-know-what?” Devi laughed and took Gale’s arm, letting the wizard lead her out of the inn and back towards the party’s camp, set up on the lawn outside – all the rooms in the inn had been claimed by Harpers or tieflings.
“Even then.” Gale’s smile made Devi’s heart skip a beat. “Although a peaceful moment like this is always preferable.”
“You won’t hear me arguing that.” Devi smiled, savouring the moments she could spend in Gale’s company, in relative peace and quiet. Gods help me, I will talk him out of sacrificing himself to destroy the Absolute. He deserves to live, and I want him to live. She offered up a silent prayer to any god that would listen (except Mystra) – let Gale live. Even if he never loves me the way I do him, let him live.
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The shadow-cursed lands on the road to Baldur's Gate had been a place of near-eternal nighttime for a century. Yet with Kethric’s death, the land was already healing. Halsin had said the curse was starting to fall away as the group had packed up their campsite after the conquest of Moonrise Towers, only a day ago.
Still, it was one thing to hear it from the druid, and another thing to see it happen before her eyes. Devi had barely set foot on the road to Baldur's Gate, just outside of the abandoned village, when she felt warmth on her back. It didn't feel like Gale had decided to spontaneously hug her from behind, nor did it feel like a fireball thrown from an ambush. It felt warm, and comforting, radiating on her partially-shaved head.
She turned, and felt her eyes widen as she watched the shadows fall away, the grotesque vines and roots of corrupted plants withering under a new sunrise. It had been so long since she'd seen the sun, over a tenday – she closed her eyes for a moment, soaking in the welcome rays of sunshine.
To her right, Halsin chuckled. “I told you we would see the land begin to heal before we left,” the large druid said. “Nature is restoring balance, with Kethric gone.”
“And good riddance to him,” Devi fervently said. “Creepy bastard.”
She could almost hear Halsin's smirk before he turned away. “Ah, stop your complaining, Astarion,” he said. “You said your vampire powers were held at bay by the parasite. You can stand some sunlight.”
“So? It's still so bright!” Astarion complained.
Devi grinned, then felt a larger hand gently take hers and squeeze. She didn't need to open her eyes to know it was Gale at her side. “It's wonderful, isn't it?” she asked. “I'd almost forgotten how nice the sun feels.”
“Mmmm. It's beautiful,” Gale murmured in agreement – although when Devi opened her eyes, the wizard was gazing at her, completely ignoring the huge tree rising from the heart of the village the party was leaving behind. Recognizing he was caught, Gale had the grace to look a little sheepish; still, he reached out to touch Devi's cheek with his free hand. “Your eyes have the most beautiful look in the sunlight – they're the colour of the sea,” he softly said. “I could lose myself in them.”
And to think Devi had come so close to losing her wizard lover, in the depths under the towers in the mind-flayer colony... Forcing back the sudden heat behind her eyes that threatened tears, she stretched up on tip-toe to kiss Gale as the sun, briefly passing behind natural white clouds, came back out into the open. “I'm glad you're here with me,” she whispered. “You deserve to see as many sunrises as you can, Mystra be damned.”
Gale smiled and touched his forehead to hers. “And as beautiful as every dawn is, they're no comparison to you and your smile that lights up a room–”
“Oi!” Karlach hollered from the front of the party. “Save it for when we make camp tonight, you two lovebirds!”
“Please, before I get ill watching you two be so nauseatingly sweet,” Astarion loudly muttered. It was almost enough to hide the sound of Jaheira’s amused snort.
Gale rolled his eyes, then grandly gestured to the road in front of the pair. “Shall we, love?”
“Yes, let's.” Devi laughed and, with a final look back at the healing village and its magnificent new tree, started walking west toward Baldur's Gate. Having Gale's hand in hers felt natural and perfect, like she had been missing that touch for her entire life. She needed the wizard like she needed sunlight and water, and it felt good to know that he felt the same about her.
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Dialogue prompts: 3. “How drunk were you last night?” “I still have my pants on, so not that drunk.” “Those aren’t your pants…”
Normally, the sound of Karlach whistling was a welcome start to the morning, a reminder that everyone had made it through the night without growing tentacles. This morning, it made Devi groan and roll over, dragging her blanket up over her head – half to block out Karlach, and half to protect her eyes from the too-bright sun. Her head pounded like an ogre was tap-dancing on her skull, and her stomach churned threateningly.
She heard the whistling pause, replaced with Karlach's laughter. There was the low murmur of voices talking, before a hand grabbed Devi's blanket and rudely pulled it away. “Good morning!” Wyll cheerfully said, the biggest grin on his face that Devi had ever seen him wear.
“Fuck you an’ lemme sleep, jerk,” Devi growled, flailing for her blanket. She glared as Wyll just bundled the blanket up out of her reach, smirking before he tossed it to Gale a few feet away. The wizard looked suspiciously amused by something. Devi scowled at him, then glared back up at Wyll. “‘s too damn early.”
“It's almost an hour after dawn,” Gale pointed out, a grin playing on his lips. “We all slept in a bit this morning.”
“Could sleep in longer,” Devi grumbled. She rolled onto her stomach, rubbing her temples. “Ugh.”
“So, not to make your brain work too hard with your hangover,” Wyll started, a laugh hidden in his voice, “but just how drunk were you last night?”
Devi frowned into her bedroll, trying to kick her sluggish brain into a semblance of functionality. There had been a celebration last night, to celebrate the Harpers’ victory at Moonrise Towers and the lifting of the shadow-curse – she definitely remembered that. She had danced, and she'd played a little bit on the violin that she'd found in a crate in the Tower, and then Dammon had suggested a drinking game…
Oh. Oh, no.
Well, best to play it casual. She craned her neck back to look up at Wyll, and reached down to feel her leg. Her questing fingers met fabric instead of skin, and she inwardly sighed in relief. “I'm still wearing pants, so not that drunk.”
Wyll's grin somehow got even wider. Behind him, Gale chuckled. “Love, those aren't your pants, I'm sorry to say…”
“Liar. You are not sorry about saying so,” Karlach called over with a hoot of laughter.
Gale appeared to be trying his best to not laugh. “All right, I concede that point.” He looked back at Devi, eyes alight with mischief. “Those still aren't your pants.”
“What?” Devi rolled onto her back, and blinked down at the enormous trousers on her legs. “What the hell– where are my pants? Whose pants am I wearing?!” She started struggling to her feet, a task made more difficult by the trousers dangling a good few inches off the ends of her legs; Wyll finally took pity on her and helped her up. Feeling not unlike a small child wearing their parents’ clothes, Devi shuffled around in a small circle, trying to not trip over the hem of the trousers. “It's not that funny!” she growled at Karlach's howls of laughter.
“Yes it is!” Karlach retorted, a grin splitting her face. “I bet I can't even wear those pants!”
Devi scowled down at the offending pants. “What in the hells happened to my own pants?”
“Well,” Gale slowly said, amusement in his voice, “you spilled a mug of beer all over your lap last night. And you were very vocal about not wanting to partake in the party with wet, sticky pants on.”
“Let it not be said that anyone in this group is selfish,” Wyll added, snickering. “You had no fewer than three people offer you their own pants.”
“... Liar,” Devi said after a moment, scowling as Wyll grinned. “Who the hell would offer me their damned pants?”
Wyll said nothing, but raised his eyebrows and pointedly looked behind Devi. The half-Elf thief turned around, muttering under her breath; the mutterings stopped the second she registered Halsin standing there, a blanket wrapped around his waist to hide his legs and a scowl on his face that only the supremely hungover could master. “... Hi,” Devi said awkwardly, hearing Wyll dissolve into snickers behind her.
“Morning,” Halsin grunted out. “Can I have my pants back, please?”
“Yes, once I figure out where my pants are!” Devi tried to adjust her grip on the oversized waist of Halsin’s pants. Her uncoordinated fingers lost their grip on the fabric, and the garment dropped in a pool to the ground; Devi yelped, then blinked when she realized she was still wearing pants, despite Halsin's being dropped. “What the hells–? When I get drunk, I'm supposed to lose pants, not wear extra pairs!”
“Do you recall how Wyll said you had at least three offers of donated pants last night?” Gale had a hand covering his mouth, but Devi could still hear his grin. “You were quite adamant about not offending anyone by rejecting their offers of pants…”
Devi stared blankly at Gale, then jumped when Halsin coughed pointedly. “Sorry,” she mumbled, stepping out of the druid's pants and letting him snatch them up before he shuffled back to his tent. “Am I actually wearing three – no, two pairs of pants right now?”
“Are you?” Gale appeared to be losing the fight against his laughter.
Devi groaned, then undid the laces for the brown trousers she was sporting. “Dammit!” she complained when she realized that yes, she had on still another pair of pants underneath these ones – the bottom layer was tightly fit to her, like a second skin. “Who else gave me their pants besides Halsin last night?” she called out, as Gale gave up and burst into laughter.
A pale hand flew out of Shadowheart's tent. “I did!” she shouted from within the canopy of fabric. “And I need mine back!”
Yes, the brown trousers did look like something Shadowheart would wear. Devi shimmied her way out of the pants, leaving her in the skin-tight breeches underneath. An armoured hand snatched up the pants, and Lae'zel started walking to Shadowheart's tent, smirking broadly. “I doubt Gale will complain if you keep those pants,” she pointed out. “They accent your assets in great detail.”
“My ass looks good in my normal pants,” Devi groused, then blinked when Astarion left his tent and came up to her. From the waist up, the vampire looked relatively put-together; indeed, he looked mostly normal, if one were able to ignore the pasty-white legs all but glowing in the sunlight. “Wait. You gave me your pants?”
“Against my better judgement,” Astarion said, almost sounding haughty despite not wearing any pants, and the rest of the camp dissolving into laughter. “And I would like mine back, if you please.”
“You wear your pants too damn tight,” Devi complained. “Where in the hell are mine?!”
“Right here, despite your best attempts to set them on fire or get Scratch to wear them last night.” Jaheira strolled out of her own tent, a smirk on her weathered face and Devi's normal trousers in her hand. “For someone who seems to hate pants when drunk, you did an admirable job of collecting and wearing them… once you lost your own.”
Devi accepted the pants as Jaheira held them out, unable to look the Head Harper in the eyes, lest the older woman burst out laughing. “What else did I do last night that I should know about, besides manage to get into three separate pairs of pants?”
Shadowheart poked her head out of her tent. “Virtually everyone's pants, except Gale's,” she pointed out with a laugh.
“Not for a lack of trying, either,” Wyll added, still grinning.
Devi blinked, looked at Gale, saw him laughingly nod in confirmation, and groaned. “You hear that screeching noise? That's the sound of my dignity dying.”
“You still had dignity?” Lae'zel asked, snickering.
“... Shut up.” Devi scowled. “Lemme go get changed and you can have your pants back, Astarion.”
“What, you aren't going to simply ‘drop trou’ right here?” Astarion asked, smirking. “You had no issues doing so last night…”
Swearing under her breath, Devi marched off to commandeer Gale's tent with what little dignity she had left to muster, followed by the sounds of laughter.
#kel writes#kel answers prompts a million years later#bg3 fic#the tadfools#baldur's gate 3#Deviali#female!Tav#bordering on crackfic#humour#friendship#Devi is the type of drunk to lose her pants
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“They’re good for each-other.”
No matter how hard Thexan tried to dodge the rumour mill on campus, he still heard more than he wanted (mostly courtesy of Arcann, who seemed to have an ear to the ground at all times. The struggles of having a twin in the arts programs.). Still, some of it was interesting to listen to and quietly judge.
And some of it, he had a front row seat to – especially where his and Arcann's neighbours were concerned. Theron and Jonas seemed to have known each other since high school, and somehow hadn't killed each other yet. Although with how many girls Jonas kept bringing back to their room, kicking Theron out in the process, Thexan suspected there was going to be a murder before the Christmas break.
"No way," Arcann refuted Thexan's theory with a little smirk. "It gives Theron an excuse to go hang out in Xaja's room."
And that was the other bit of drama that Thexan could watch every day. How could Xaja not realize that Theron, obvious idiot that he was, had eyes for the petite redhead from the sociology program?
"For that matter," Thexan pointed out as he looked up from his textbook on Middle Eastern diplomacy, "how does that nerd not realize Xaja's got a crush on him? It's so obvious!"
"You are in no place to call anyone a nerd, Mister Political Science Major," Arcann retorted, not looking up from his own book on Michaelangelo. "But I agree. They're idiots."
"They're good for each other," Thexan said, after flipping his brother off. "And I think they know it. Subconsciously, anyway."
Arcann glanced up. "What, are you double-majoring in psychology now?"
Thexan rolled his eyes, then looked up with a little frown at a muffled, frustrated-sounding exclamation from the dormitory hallway. "Ahh, sounds like Theron's getting kicked out again."
"Really?" Arcann set his book down, then got up and moved over to the door.
"Arcann! You're not twelve, dammit!" Thexan hissed as his twin started to crack the door open.
"Shh!" Arcann hissed, peeking out of the door. "Yep, that's Theron," he whispered back to Thexan. "And… yep, there he goes, knocking on Xaja's door."
"Is this part of Jonas' evil plan to wingman for Theron?" Thexan asked, curious despite himself. "Make him spend time with a pretty girl he caught feelings for?"
Arcann snorted. "Okay, door's opening – and yep, Xaja's home. And… there we go, they're talking, Xaja's laughing, and–" He suddenly jerked back, eyes wide. "... Oops."
"Did they catch you?" Thexan asked with a grin.
".... Maybe."
A muffled "Fuck you too, Arcann!" came through the door, in Theron's definitely-annoyed voice.
Arcann poked his head back out the door. "Buy me a drink first!" he called back. Through the wall, Thexan swore he heard a muffled laugh from Torian in the next room over.
Theron muttered something unintelligible, but probably rude, at Arcann, then there was the sound of a door clicking. Arcann stepped back into his own room, grinning. "Well, they're still together, and I'm pretty sure Kira is off at the gym, so…"
"You'd make a terrible spy," Thexan pointed out. "And you do make an awful wingman. 'Buy me a drink first'?"
Arcann paused. "... I probably should have said something about how Xaja probably would have objected," he slowly said. "... But then she probably would have murdered me, while blushing like an emergency light. The short ones like her are always the scary ones."
"Chicken," Thexan said with a grin.
"Asshole," Arcann muttered. "Maybe this'll be the day Theron finally asks her out?"
Thexan snorted. "And maybe Jonas will decide to become a monk. Maybe you should switch to journalism and put all your theories in the school paper."
"Nah, Lana's already doing that." Arcann grinned and sat back down, pulling his textbook into his lap again. "Your politics classes not giving you any ideas for how to wingman two idiots?"
"If they did, I would have used them already." Thexan tilted his head in thought. "But maybe I'll read ahead in the syllabus and see if anything can be applied to this…"
"Yeah, you're a bigger nerd than the computer geek we're trying to set up."
"... Bitch."
"Jerk."
#kel answers prompts a million years later#swtor#college!AU#Thexan#Arcann#modern!AU#Theron/Xaja (referenced)#referenced mutually pining idiots#the peanut gallery#Thexan and Arcann have commentary on this whole thing#sibling bickering#dormitory drama#yes their entire dorm is in on this
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30. Too quick, mumbled into your scarf - for whoever you feel inspired :)
Maybe read this one first, for some context. Back we go to the College!AU! ;)
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"Well, that was… an adventure," Theron said as he pulled into the student parking in front of the dorms. Thank every power that existed that the campus had cleared off the parking lot during the Christmas break in anticipation of students returning for the winter term. Xaja hadn't been looking forward to trying to dig out a parking spot for Theron's car.
"They say college is the best time to experiment with adventures like that," she cheekily pointed out as she started gathering up her things.
Theron snorted a laugh. "This is true. And the company for said adventure was good too. Convenient that we're both in Coronet City and can just carpool home for breaks."
"Reading week, we'll take my car instead," Xaja nodded with a grin. She eyed the temperature readout on her phone, then sighed and started wrapping her scarf back around her neck. "Have I mentioned how much I hate winter?"
"I think you bitched about all things winter during that night in the Motel Sketchyville," Theron laughed. "Please note that I wasn't disagreeing on any of your valid and accurate points." He turned the car off, and the sounds of Best Of Bon Jovi vanished, replaced with howling wind outside the car. "Honestly, I'm just pleasantly surprised we didn't get stranded there again on the way back to campus."
"What, you didn't want to spend another night cuddling away hypothermia?" Xaja asked with a grin, desperately hoping she was hiding how much she had enjoyed being in such close proximity to the cutest guy at school.
"You do make a good cuddle buddy," Theron smirked, although Xaja thought he was blushing for a moment. Maybe it was just the cold that lent a red tinge to his cheeks. "But I think any time spent there increases the odds of bedbugs."
"Ewww. Yeah, nothing is worth that risk." Xaja shuddered and adjusted her scarf in preparation for braving the January weather outside the car. "Still though, I think I'm in love with you after that," she added, her voice a quick mumble behind her scarf before she quite realized what she was saying.
Theron paused in the middle of opening his door. "Sorry, what was that?" he asked, quirking a brow.
"Uhh… I was just saying thank you for that," Xaja quickly said. "For the carpooling, and the hypothermia cuddles, and everything." She was grateful that the scarf hid how she was blushing as red as her hair.
"Oh! Yeah, don't mention it." Theron winked. "Happy to do anything for a good friend like you." He opened his door wide enough to step out, and promptly cussed as he set foot in an ankle-deep snowdrift. "Fuck blizzards!"
He just thinks of me as a friend, even after spooning me all night in that motel. And he didn't try to kiss me or anything… That shouldn't have hurt so badly, but it did. Xaja sighed and blinked back a tear of frustration, then opened her own door to exit the car. "Agreed," she grumbled. "And fuck Lana for taking the best parking spot by the door!"
Theron growled his agreement as he started hauling his suitcase out of the trunk of his car, followed by Xaja's bag. "Because of course she would. I got your bag, if you want to get the door."
"Thank you!" Hiking her backpack up over her shoulder, Xaja hurried to the dormitory door, swiped her access card, and held the door open long enough for Theron to wrangle both suitcases inside. "You got those okay?"
"Yep. What'd you pack in here, weights?" Theron grunted as he pushed both suitcases into the hallway leading to their separate rooms.
"Only the essentials – flat iron, hair dryer, backup shoes, a few books…" Xaja giggled at Theron's expression. "What?"
"All that for two weeks at home over Christmas? Yikes." Shaking his head, Theron let Xaja take her own suitcase back, then followed her down the hall. "I'm gonna call my dad, let him know we made it back okay. See you at dinnertime?"
"You bet." Xaja hesitated in front of her door, then impulsively stretched up to kiss Theron's cheek. "Thank you again for everything with this trip, Theron."
Theron seemed to completely short-circuit, blinking as he lightly touched his cheek where Xaja had pecked him. "I, uh… yeah, no problem. You're welcome in my car anytime." He gave Xaja a smile, then quickly let himself into his and Jonas' dorm room, leaving only snowy footprints in his wake.
Nicely done. You just completely fucked that up. Sighing, Xaja let herself into her own room. Kira wasn't back yet; it gave Xaja the chance to kick off her boots, flop across her mattress, and silently berate herself for being way too forward and pushy with a guy who only considered her to be a friend. If Theron liked her as more than a friend, he would have said something months ago, right? Or he would have made a move on her during their roadtrip. You completely just ruined things with a good friend, you idiot!
She didn't see Theron lean back against his own door once it had safely closed and touch his cheek again, then elatedly fist-pump in the privacy of his roommate-free room, fighting the urge to triumphantly yell that the girl of his dreams did like him.
Unless that was just something that girls did with their close friends of any gender… That thought made Theron pause and frown. Maybe Xaja did only view him as a good friend. If she liked him, wouldn't she have said something in the motel after their night of snuggling? He supposed he should just be grateful she'd let him spoon her all night.
But for now, he was going to embrace this elation, and entertain the thought of his crush returning his feelings for her.
#thanks for the ask!#kel answers prompts a million years later#honekitteh#theron/xaja#swtor#alternate universe#college!au#slow burn#mutual pining#mutually pining idiots#THESE TWO
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for the cute shippy starters, #42 “I swear it was an accident.”
(So it's not "shippy", and it is a million years late, but!)
Some days, being a parent was more stressful than it needed to be. This was definitely one of those days.
Reanden sighed and paced back and forth in front of the couch, pinching the bridge of his nose. "What in the blazes were you thinking, again?"
"... I wasn't?" Korin cautiously looked up from his seat on the couch, fingers nervously fidgeting with the computer spike he'd lifted from the caf table. "I swear it was an accident."
"You don't 'accidentally' have sex, Korin. That's not how it works and you know it. And especially not with a Jedi."
"It wasn't exactly a planned event, either," Korin protested. "Besides, didn't you do the exact same thing with Mum?"
"We're not talking about your mother and I from almost four decades ago. We're talking about you and your sister's Padawan from apparently the last few years."
"By the way, thanks for talking Xaja down from–"
"I only told your sister she wasn't allowed to murder you for sleeping with her Padawan," Reanden interrupted, eyes glinting warningly in the Shadow's light. "Maiming you is still a possibility if Theron doesn't talk her out of it."
"Technically, Kira's her ex-Padawan–"
"Korin."
Korin shrunk at the warning tone in his father's voice. "Shutting up."
"That's the smartest decision you've made that's even tangentially connected to Kira." Reanden sighed and rubbed his temples. "And yes, I'm aware that you and her are both grown adults and can make decisions for yourselves, but did either of you even think about the potential consequences of this?"
Korin shrugged. "The Jedi can be… willfully oblivious when they feel like it. We figured, as long as we weren't doin' it in the Council chambers, we weren't gonna get in shit for it. The reformed Council hasn't given Xaja a hard time for being married and having kids, after all…"
"Xaja also saved the galaxy multiple times. Kira contributed, certainly, but she wasn't the driving force behind your sister's actions." Reanden looked skyward for a moment, as though seeking patience. "And I wasn't thinking of those consequences. I'm talking about the ones you two have to deal with now. Did you even discuss the very real possibility of a pregnancy?"
"It… uh… no," Korin sheepishly admitted. "It just… never came up much?"
Reanden muttered something about Jedi apparently trying to use the Force for birth control, then looked back at his son. He could feel a migraine forming behind his temples. "And have you discussed this with her now that you know she's pregnant?"
"We didn't exactly have an opportunity to do so!" Korin protested. "Between Xaja trying to strangle me and you doing that whole scary cipher agent glare that you're doing right now…"
"If only the scary cipher agent glare worked on you," Reanden muttered. "Have you given it any thought?"
Korin shrugged. "I dunno… I wasn't planning on ever having kids, I figure Kira was in the same boat. I guess… I'll back her up, whatever she decides to do?"
"And what if that entails her leaving the Jedi and becoming a full-time mother to your child?"
Korin raked his hands through his messy blond hair and released a heavy breath. "Then I guess I pay child support? Or… I dunno, maybe I try to settle down with her and raise the kid?"
"You? Settle down, when you're flirting just as much with Arn as you are with Kira?" The migraine ramped up; Reanden sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose again. "Your love life is more dysfunctional than the entire fucking Senate. At least your type seems to be Jedi."
"Hey!"
Reanden glared at his son, and Korin subsided with a grumble. "It's not that dysfunctional," the spacer muttered.
"I beg to differ."
"... You know, I would have thought you'd be delighted at the prospect of another grandkid."
"Oh, I am. But I'm more worried about that grandkid's future, and if its father is going to be step up and be responsible for it. You realize that if you do back Kira up, and if she wants to settle down and raise that child, it'll mean a significant restriction on your current roaming around the galaxy, seeking out shenanigans in every port. And I don't see Kira putting up with having competition for your affections."
Korin groaned and dropped his head into his hands. "I know," he sighed. "And I really do lo–" He coughed. "I really do care about her. I want to do right by her, and the kid. I just… Impending fatherhood is fucking terrifying. I dunno how to be a dad to the little squirt!"
Reanden huffed out a small laugh. "That's something every first-time father says, son," he said. "Force knows I didn't take it well when your mother told me she was expecting Xaja. But that's something for a different time." He took a seat on the caf table in front of his son. "You ready to own up to the consequences of your actions, kid?"
"I don't really think I have a choice," Korin mumbled.
"Oh, you've got a choice. The cowardly choice would be to run off to the Outer Rim and never be seen in the Republic again. The honourable choice is to stick around and back Kira up, whatever her decision is – and if she chooses to keep and raise the kid, then so be it." Reanden reached over and set a hand on Korin's shoulder. "And you are not a coward."
Korin shrugged. "Yeah, well, don't go around spreading the rumour that I'm honourable or some such nonsense. I got a reputation to uphold."
Reanden snorted. "Your secret's safe with me… for now. Think real hard about what you should do, Korin." He sighed and got to his feet. "And while you're doing that, I need to go remind your sister that her former Padawan is a grown woman who can make her own choices about who she sleeps with."
"Please do, before Xaja decides to actually murder me," Korin muttered.
"I'll do my best to talk her down. You had better track Kira down and have a long, serious conversation with her, now that you two are potentially about to have your galaxy upended." Reanden patted Korin's shoulder. "And if you do decide to give parenthood a shot, you know you won't do it alone. I'll be around, and your brother and sister will be delighted with a new niece or nephew."
Korin finally looked up and offered his father a small smile. "Thanks, Dad. It means a lot."
"That's what I'm here for." Reanden smiled back, then released his son. "Go find Kira. I'll go talk your sister out of something she'll eventually regret."
#thanks for the ask!#kel answers prompts a million years later#swtor#Reanden#Korin#referenced Korin/Kira#Parental Chats#or: Korin has some Consequences he needs to think about#mention of pregnancy#Korin/Kira#Kira Carsen x Smuggler#also Korin is VERY much his father's son#I'm not saying the exact same thing happened with Reanden and Airna#but it DID
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18. “That was kind of hot.” - Korin/Kira
Korin didn't mind Manaan, typically. Sure, the locals weren't the friendliest people around, and he wasn't fond of the constant humidity in the air, and he would never admit to anyone that he had nightmares about the giant sharks that lingered under the deceptively-calm sea. But Manaan was important to Xaja and the Republic, so he would do his part to keep Manaan Republic-friendly.
Although he wished that it didn't involve skulking around Imperial-built facilities, at night, in the rain, with Imp stragglers roaming around, with only Kira's dualsaber for any sort of decent visibility when they were in combat. The only part he liked about this entire arrangement was getting to work with Kira. Everything else could kriff off to the lowest Corellian hell… especially the Sith who had just detected the Jedi on his Force-radar and attacked the pair of them, red lightsaber igniting at the last possible second.
Korin yelped and dived to the side as the Sith slashed through the durasteel deck where he'd been standing a second ago, grateful for his own Force-enhanced reflexes that kept him alive. Green light filled the air around him as Kira activated her dualsaber and engaged in combat with the Sith, sparks flying as green met red, again and again. Korin rolled for cover behind a supply crate and drew up in a crouch, blasters at the ready in case Kira gave him an opening to shoot. But he couldn't get a clear shot without risking hitting her… and that was something he wouldn't be able to handle.
He tried telling himself it was only because Xaja would give him hell if he accidentally shot her former Padawan.
But it turned out that Kira didn't need his help to dispatch the Sith. "Eat lightsaber, jerk!" she snapped as she landed a solid hit on the Sith, driving one end of her dualsaber through his chest. The Sith dropped with a heavy thud and didn't move. "Kriff that guy," Kira muttered as she lowered her dualsaber, then looked over at Korin. "You okay? He didn't get you, did he?"
"Nah," Korin assured her as he stood back up. "I'm all good." He looked down at the Sith's body, then back at Kira, and grinned. "Not gonna lie, that was kinda hot, Carsen."
In the Force, Korin could pick up threads of Kira's emotional response to that: embarrassment, smug pride, and amusement all mingled around her mind. "Are you actually gonna try making a move on me right here, in the middle of this Imperial facility, with pissy Imps roaming around and my hair a wreck from this planet's humidity?"
"You know me," Korin said with a laugh. "You say this like I've never hit on you in a warzone before. Better question is, is it working?"
Kira rolled her eyes. "It's a good thing you're cute, Taerich," she said.
"So it is working?" Korin smirked. "One would think you like getting hit on in the middle of a dangerous situation. Doesn't that just get the adrenaline flowing…"
"Keep it in your pants until we're at least in friendly territory, flyboy," Kira laughed. In the light cast from her dualsaber, Korin could see her wink. "I don't think either of us will appreciate getting interrupted by grumpy, trigger-happy Imps."
Korin groaned, but had to admit that Kira had a point. "Okay, then let's hurry up and finish stealing these supplies back. I got a date with a cute Jedi that I'd much rather be on instead of shooting Imps in the rain. About the only upside to this entire situation is getting turned on by you being a certifiable badass."
"You charmer," Kira chuckled. She fell into step beside Korin; the hand that wasn't holding her dualsaber reached around to teasingly squeeze his ass. "Come on so I can keep getting awed and stunned by your sharpshooting."
"Show off for a hot Jedi? Don't mind if I do."
"Never change, Korin."
#thanks for the ask!#kel answers prompts a million years later#swtor#Korin/Kira#flirting in the middle of a warzone#because why not?#maybe spoilers-ish for Manaan?#Korin definitely has a type#and Kira reciprocates#Kira Carsen#Kira Carsen x Smuggler
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Angst/Fluff Prompt 65: “Why me?”
In Theron’s defense, volunteering for a favour that his cute neighbour needed was a good idea. Volunteering without asking questions first? Perhaps not his wisest choice.
To hear Marcus talk about it, Theron had never demonstrated wisdom in his life, aside from being a wise guy more than was perhaps healthy. But that was beside the point.
Right now, he sighed in despair as he surveyed his apartment, and the disaster that had overtaken it. The garbage had been knocked over and rummaged about in. The side of the couch was in shreds. And he was pretty sure that was a hairball under his coffee table, freshly hacked up. "Why me?" he asked the warzone of an apartment, groaning.
He heard a little mew in answer, and looked down to see Xaja's kitten wrapping itself around his ankles. "Oh, like you're being helpful," he muttered at the cat. "This is your fault to start with."
The kitten meowed again and headbutted Theron's shin, then jumped up and started climbing up the outside of his jeans. "Ow!" Theron yelped, reaching down to grab the cat by the scruff of his neck. "That wasn't called for," he scolded, lifting the cat to eye level.
The cat just purred.
Theron heavily sighed and set the kitten on his shoulder. "It's a good thing you and your owner are both cute," he muttered. "See if I ever agree to catsit for her again." He paused. "Between you and me, I probably would anyway. It's really hard to say no to those eyes of hers. She taking lessons from you in being adorably persuasive?"
The kitten meowed, then started grooming Theron's hair.
Theron sighed, resigned to letting the cat do what he wanted. "It'd be easier if you were just a goldfish, you know," he pointed out. "A goldfish wouldn't have knocked over my garbage or run all over my bed at two in the morning -- ow! Quit biting my ear!" He reached up and retrieved the kitten from his shoulder, wincing as little claws dug into his sweater out of protest. "Nope, you lost shoulder privileges. Down you get."
There was the sound of a knock at the apartment's door; tucking the kitten into his hoodie pocket, Theron went to answer it, and smiled in relief when he saw the redhead on the other side. "Oh, it's good to see you back!"
"Yeah, I'm so sorry about that -- family emergencies and a nephew who's too little to know how to behave with a kitten." Xaja smiled up at Theron, then her already-pretty face turned into an adorable picture of cooing when her cat poked his head out of Theron's pocket. "There's my boy! Oh, come see Mommy. Were you good for Theron?" She reached for the pocket, holding her hands out as the furry demon-spawn clambered out of the pocket with a happy mew. "Did you behave yourself, or are we going to have to move out of shame for your shenanigans?"
Theron shifted to block the sight of his kitchen from the door and grinned. "Nah, he was fine. A little rambunctious, but I guess all kittens are. Let me know if you ever need a catsitter again."
"What a good boy!" Xaja planted a kiss on top of the kitten's head, then looked back at Theron and smiled. "Thank you so much again for watching him on such short notice. Are you doing anything tonight?"
"Maybe… depends on what you say next," Theron said with a wink.
Xaja blushed, but grinned. "Can I buy you a drink as a thank-you?"
"Consider me persuaded, I suppose," Theron chuckled.
"Fantastic! Let me get this little guy back in my place and I'll meet you downstairs." Xaja beamed and hurried off to her own door, holding the kitten securely in her arms.
Theron glanced back into his disaster of an apartment, promptly decided it was worth a date with the cute neighbour he'd been eyeing for the past few weeks, and grinned as he hurried to grab his keys and jacket. For a date with the pretty redhead who lived next door to him? He'd happily babysit the demon cat any day.
#kel answers prompts a million years later#thanks for the ask!#theron/xaja#modern AU#catsitting#the things one does to get a date with the cute neighbour
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Prompt: "I want you to meet my family."
The wilderness outside of Keldabe wasn't somewhere Sorand had ever expected to find himself, much less willingly. And yet, he was pleasantly surprised to realize he was happy, out here in the middle of nowhere, far away from the trappings of Lord Kallig and the politics of the Sith. His companion looked to be content as well -- Shara was relaxed, having taken her beskar'gam off, wearing a tunic and leggings instead of full armour.
Of course, her blasters and his lightsaber were still within easy reach, should they be needed. They were relaxed, not idiots.
Still, he found it easy to stretch out on his back, feeling grass under his lanky frame as he peacefully sighed. This was nice and calm and--
"Yaknow something?" Shara sounded a little pensive as she continued to sit beside Sorand, not looking up from doing some maintenance on one of her gauntlets.
"I like to think I know a couple of things," Sorand dryly said with a snort of amusement.
"Yeah, I know that, Darth Smartass," Shara retorted with a laugh as she gave his knee a light push. "I'm thinking, though…"
"Yeah?" The Sith quirked an eyebrow at the Mandalorian. "What's up?"
"... I think I want you to meet my family." When Sorand didn't immediately answer, Shara continued on, almost sounding nervous. "I mean, 's only my buir -- uh, my dad on-world right now. My brother Jori is off on a big game hunt, and Mom got herself offed ages ago by some Republic shabuir, but Dad'll like to meetcha…"
"I think I've seen your dad from a distance," Sorand said as he sat back up. "And he's a blacksmith, right? He's got shoulders wide enough to make up two of me."
"What, the dar'jetii ain't afraid of an old Force-blind Mando, is he?" Shara teased, looking back at him with an impish grin. "Besides, Dad looks scarier than he is. He's an old softie."
"This coming from the Mando who said that huge-ass rancor was 'just a little thing'..."
Shara's cheeks went dark. "That was one time! And I still beat it anyway…"
"I hear that rancor wasn't the only oversized beastie you've gotten into a fight with, Shar'ika…"
"Whatever Mako told you, don't listen to her."
Sorand snorted. "Mako? No, she's still skittish around me. I think she honestly thinks I'm going to spontaneously electrocute someone. Those stories came from Torian, waxing poetic about your exploits."
"That asshole…" Shara muttered as Sorand laughed. "Well, he still exaggerated half of those stories."
"Like the wampa?"
"What did he tell you about the wampa?!"
Sorand grinned, then sobered. "All that to say, I'm a little skeptical of your claims of anything or anyone being 'an old softie'."
"Pfft. You're smart, an' cute, an' most important, not a psychopath. Dad'll like you, promise." Shara grinned. "Jori's the one you gotta be careful around…"
"Great," Sorand sighed as Shara laughed. "From what I remember of my brother, you'd either love or hate Korin." The thought of his lost family didn't hurt as much as it once had, but meeting that Jedi on Voss, the Jedi who looked so eerily like his mother, had ripped open those old wounds again. An entire galaxy of a few hundred trillion lifeforms and he'd somehow managed to stumble across his long lost older sister...
"Gonna take that as a compliment." Shara nudged him with a grin, although her eyes softened in understanding. "I wish my mom coulda met you -- she would've loved you."
"My mum would have loved you too," Sorand quietly answered with a small, sad smile. "Same with my own dad." He paused. "... I'm not sure about my sister, but…"
"Eh, she's jetiise. And probably still tryin' to get her brain around having a Sith brother." Shara winked. “But we’re not in this thing for our families, yeah? We’re in it for us.” She gestured back and forth between herself and Sorand. “And yeah, their opinions matter, but ultimately we ain’t doing this for them.”
Sorand slowly nodded. “Yes… you’re right,” he agreed, taking Shara’s hand and squeezing it. “Doesn’t stop me wishing my family could see it happen.”
“You found your sister, despite all the odds,” Shara pointed out. “Maybe your brother’s still out there and you’ll find him too. You’re already pretty good at defying the odds.”
“Only pretty good?” Sorand asked with a snort and a raised eyebrow.
“Someone’s gotta keep you humble.”
“Humble? What do I look like, a Jedi?”
Shara laughed at that. “I ain’t ever met a Jedi with a sense of humour, so…”
Sorand grinned. “Don’t tell Ashara that.” He tilted his head in thought, then gave Shara another somewhat wary look. “Are you sure your dad’s going to like me?”
“Positive,” Shara assured him as she got to her feet, then pulled Sorand up. “C’mon, I’ll introduce you to him. I promise he doesn’t bite.”
“That’s very helpful,” Sorand dubiously muttered as he let himself be pulled along.
#thanks for the ask!#Kel answers prompts a million years later#SWTOR#Sorand/Shara#Sith Inquisitor/Bounty Hunter#OTP: opposites attract#meeting the parents
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