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"My new aesthetic is the Bane deciding Aedion needs to rest, and so they just toss him from person to person till he takes the hint and goes to get some sleep." Can you plz write this!!! I would love it and it sounds sooo funny!
I’m FINALLY catching up on asks.
Are some of them over two years old? Yes. Don’t judge me.
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Gavriel has many habits. He’s a man of routine - wake up, eat, train, work, and so on. Of course, those routines have been up in the air as of late with all the changes that have happened. Nowadays it’s more so wake up, deal with some shenanigans, eat, force the others to eat, join Aedion on a morning run, more shenanigans, and so on.
Falling back into a military routine while visiting the Bane is easier. The fact they’re helping clean up a recent avalanche isn’t all that good, and he’s freezing his fingers off while his son only needs to wear a light jacket, but he enjoys the familiarity of it all. There’s a purpose to every day. They shovel the snow, clear debris, and work on relocating the small amount of people who have damaged homes.
What he can’t work out amongst all the mess is where in Mala’s name his son is.
“Erickson!” Gavriel pushes through the snow towards the lieutenant, a large man wielding a shovel. “I heard Aedion was with you!”
He had hoped he’d be able to spend time with his son on this trip, the two of them busier than usual with Terrasen opening up new trade routes through Lysandra’s uncle and his merchant company. Instead, he hasn’t seen hide nor hair of his son. Granted, he’s enjoyed hearing stories from the members of the Bane - many of the inner circle knowing Aedion for years - but he’d enjoying seeing his son once this week.
“Gavriel!” Erickson grins, rakish and delighted as he props his tool against his shoulder, turning away from a pile of wreckage. “How are you? Keeping warm with those spare coats?”
Yes, Gavriel had to borrow an extra coat. He wasn’t raised in a cold climate like his son and most of the Bane members.
“Trying to keep the chill away,” Gavriel chuckles. “Have you seen Aedion?”
“Ah, he was with Lorrison, then he was passed onto me, but I just sent him to Smithy so he’s getting closer to his tent,” Erickson chuckles, scratching his beard. “How’s hoping we can shove him in there, eh?”
Hesitating, Gavriel raises a brow. “I… may be a little lost.”
“Oh!” Erickson snorts. “Guess no one filled you in. The general tends to,wear himself out, and when he does we just send him from person to person to tire him out while leading him back to his tent. Lorrison asked him for help setting up barricades, I had him shoveling snow, and I’m pretty sure Smithy asked him for help moving supplies. He should be dead on his feet soon enough, then Kyllian’ll shove him in the tent and stand guard.”
“That’s-“ Gavriel tries to scramble the words together. “You’ve done this before?”
“Ah, we help our own here,” Erickson smiles. “He does the same for us. It use to be easier though, back when he was with Kyllian. The two would just drag each other to bed-“
“Right, thank you,” Gavriel clears his throat. “I’ll-“
“Say, is Lysandra coming? She’s got a tight rein on him-“
“Thank you, Erickson!” Gavriel calls over his shoulder, heading towards the tents.
“Aye! He’ll probably listen if you tuck him in-“
Ignoring the laugh, Gavriel picks up the pace, wrapping his cloak tighter around himself as the sun sets and takes its warmth with it. The mountains are glorious, full of beauty and a wild, untamed spirit. As well as deadly creatures, frostbite, and a wind that’s like a knife through the chest.
(He may only volunteer for spring trips in the future.)
Aedion’s tent is easy to find - the Bane members had put Gavriel’s right next to it before whisking him away to tell stories. Their enthusiasm to have Gavriel in the camp is touching and funny every time.
As he reaches the tent, Kyllian exits, stopping once he sees Gavriel.
“Thank fuck,” Kyllian groans, tilting his head back. “Please go in there and make sure he stays down. He hasn’t slept in three days.”
“That’s why I haven’t seen him in the morning,” Gavriel sighs and rubs his eyes. “Thank you, Kyllian.”
“Good luck,” Kyllian pats him on the shoulder and trudges off, muttering about ‘stubborn bastards’ under his breath.
Walking into the tent, Gavriel snorts at the sight of his son buried under a pile of furs. A blue eye peeks out at him, irritation emerging in the form of a huff and shuffle.
“Are you aware your army has a method for getting you to sleep?”
Grumbling, Aedion buries his head in the furs. “Did you find that out while searching for another coat?”
They’re close enough now that Gavriel feels no fear in snatching a blanket from his son, laughing at the outraged cry that follows.
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Kyllian.
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How would the RO’s react if, during a not so serious argument, the MC said, “You’re cute when you’re angry.”
Ezra/Elaria: They tilt their head. “I don’t quite know how to respond to that.” An almost amused smile ghosts across their lips. “Weren’t you mad at me a second ago? Is this some sort of trap?”
Caleb/Catherine: A flush takes over their cheeks, but the happy smile quirking their lips showcases how your words touched them. “Th-Thank you.”
Jaden/Jade: Sapphire blue eyes narrow playfully. “You’re quite a sight to look at yourself, sweetheart.”
Aidan/Aylin: They scoff, folding their arms over their chest. “If you think that’s going to distract me from the fact that I’m right, you have another thing coming.”
Faolan/Faolyn: A bright grin takes over their face at the words. Crimson eyes lightening exponentially as you gave them a reason to end the fight. “You’re quite cute yourself, moon.”
Laurence/Lauren: A light chuckle falls from their lips; emerald eyes glinting with warmth. “I know what you’re doing, darling, but I can’t say that I mind.”
Irithiel: She shakes her head in fond exasperation. “Only you, my love, only you.” Adoration fills her violet eyes; causing them to shimmer like precious gems. “You’re quite lovely too.”
Kyllian: He shakes his head, an unimpressed look etched across his face. “You won’t distract me, Anon. Not like you always do.”
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Unburied Secrets
Characters: Ursielle de Vauquelin, mention of Kyllian de Fosse (@thedarknesssings)
The sound of heels clicked soft on the polished wood of the hallways that led from the sitting room she had just abandoned, to the main study that her father had once occupied. It had been moons since the rich scent of his pipe smoke had filtered through the air, and it lingered like a thought in the back of her mind, ever persistent, loitering.
Hands smoothed across the gilt handles of the doors and she loitered there for several moments. The will had been read, and she was the Baroness. That was an uncontested fact. There was, in her mind, no one else to take her place. Save that the solicitor, at the reading of the will, had detailed and outlined a single piece of property that was meant to go to a bastard son.
She had been blindsided by the news, and not taken it gracefully. More than one glass had been broken that day, and while she’d had the servants clean up the study in the wake of it, she hadn’t returned to the room, instead content to let it stand silent and untouched.
Now fingers gripped the handles and turned, pushing the double doors into the study open. Anger filtered quick and hot in her veins. This place should have been filled with remnants of good memories. Things that brought her comfort, or peace. Instead, all she could wonder was how many times he had lied to her over the years.
Her father had last sat at that desk, nearly half a year ago at this point, and told her that all would be well. He was just sick with a cold. A cold had turned into something more, had turned into a rot in the lungs, and in four moons she’d had to fold his hands across his chest. That suddenly Baron Stephane de Vauquelin was gone.
He had left her entirely alone in the world; Giselle, her mother, having passed just over an epoch earlier due to an ailment of the heart. Except, as she knew, she was not in fact alone. Somewhere out there in the world, there was a brother. A brother who she had an inheritance for.
Hours had passed since she’d entered the study. Books and papers lay in disarray around her on the wide desk that had been her father’s. A hand lifted a bell that had sat, gathering dust, and she rang it sharply, once. It took less than a minute for one of the nearby servants to step into the room.
“Bring me the Steward.” Ursielle’s voice was sharp as a razor as she stared at the maid across the desk. “The Steward, and a fresh glass of brandy. You will not allow the first into the room until I have been served the second.” As the maid curtsied and rushed off to tend to her tasks, the dark haired woman turned to slide down into the empty chair behind the desk.
The seat was plush, just as she had expected, and it cradled her when she let herself relax back into the cushions. One of the papers was lifted again. It was a letter her father had written sometime during his last month, in the company of his solicitors. She now understood why he had employed so many of them.
She shifted, one of her hands smoothing across her mouth as she read over the details within again. She had a brother. A bastard. Alongside the letter, explaining things to her, was a deed to be given to said bastard. He’d had his schooling paid for, but nothing else. He had been afforded no comforts. None of the things that should have been his by right of his birth.
“Dammit!” She slammed the paper back down onto the desk, and was leaning forward, her hands clasped in front of her when the maid entered once again. A glass of fine brandy was set down in front of her, and the maid curtsied again as she dismissed herself. As she did so, her father’s steward─now her steward─stepped into the room.
“Find me Kyllian de Fosse.” She lifted the glass to bring it to her lips. “Sooner, rather than later. And bring me one of the solicitors my father employed. I don’t care which one. I have documentation that must be drawn up.” The steward started to speak, and Ursielle’s violet eyes lifted to peer at him over the rim of the glass, eyes narrowing in a way that was sharp, and had him almost recoiling.
Ursielle was possessed of her father’s complexion and his same vivid eyes. But they were cold now in a way that made the man uncomfortable. He had watched her grow up, and there was nothing now of the warmth he had come to expect from her. Had that kind mien vanished into the unyielding stone of the catacomb that held her father along with him?
“Yes, my Lady.” He bowed low, straightening a moment later. Ursielle downed the rest of the brandy as he excused himself from the room.
“You may have left these things unfinished, but I am not going to repeat your errors.” The words may have been to fill the silence now that she was once more alone with her tumultuous thoughts, but they were meant for the specters that felt as if they haunted the room. If any part of her Father was listening, would he be proud? At this point, did she care?
She stepped back out of the room and closed the doors behind her, her eyes going to the maidservant who accompanied her. She was perhaps only a year or two younger than Ursielle herself was.
“I want a bath drawn. I will eat once I have finished.” The maid dipped into that curtsy once more, before hurrying off, leaving Ursi to stroll down the halls alone. Portraits and paintings of their family members hung along this corridor, and she walked until she neared the doors that lead to the master bedroom, just shy of her father’s painting.
Her father had moved out of it before he’d gotten too sick. His bed, too, had gone with him, and all of the furniture. They couldn’t risk the ailment spreading. Her father hadn’t even died in his own room, relegated to a guest bedroom that would continue to be scrubbed regularly and left unused for years, just to make certain the malady wouldn’t spread.
All that dominated that wide room now were her own possessions. Her bed, her desk. All that belonged in the house, belonged to her. Her brother, too, belonged to her, whether he knew it or not.
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Um jude has more followers on his tag than kylian mbappe on this app
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Prompt #28: Blunt
Characters: Antoinaux, Kyllian @thedarknesssings
Warnings: Stalking, implied violence and physical abuse
The evening air had started out cool and with a hint of snow. Now, after several bells had gone by and the stars shone overhead, it was bitterly cold.
Antoinaux is grateful for the warm coat and thick gloves he had thought to dress in, even at the same time that it irks him that he had to wear them. His dear Kyllian hadn't answered his messages for the past several suns, a fact that he had grown increasingly concerned over. And so he had decided to pay him a visit, and check to ensure he was all right--and, if necessary, perhaps remind him why it was unwise to ignore him.
He had expected to find him home sometime during the evening. And yet the bells had dragged on and on, and there was no sign of the pretty former Inquisitor.
No sign--until now.
There he was, strolling down the street. And he wasn't alone.
A viera walked by the other man, though 'walked' hardly did the situation justice. Walked was far too innocent of a word for how close the two were, how their shoulders and hips were practically brushing, how the hand of one fell onto the ass of the other when they thought no one was looking. And when the two disappeared into Kyllian's apartment building, it became so much worse.
For a few moments, Antoinaux completely forgot about the cold as rage burned in his chest.
You little slut.
His first instinct is to barge up the stairs, to burst into the flat like a thunderbolt, and show the viera the wrath of the oncoming storm. In fact, he can feel his feet moving that direction, until his better sense kicks in. He had tried to break into Kyllian's place before; he knew how heavily warded it was, how numerous the locks.
No, he would have to be patient. He would have to wait until the viera left, and then seize the moment.
Until then, he would have to endure the thought of what Kyllian and his viera "guest" were doing in there.
Needless to say, he was pretty sure they weren't having tea at two in the morning.
His right hand explodes in pain; the thick glove he wore could only muffle so much of the impact as it slams against the stone wall of the building he was loitering in the shadow of. He draws it back, clutching it to his chest as he gazes upwards, towards the place he knew was Kyllian's. The windows were covered, but that didn't matter; he knew enough. And before too long, he was going to make Kyllian know, in the most blunt way that he could manage.
He was his. And no one else's.
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playful attraction towards names apparently
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Hey! I looooove your stuff and I am looking for the fic where Aedion gets high? Its the drunk/clingy Aedion with Gavriel and it starts off with Kyllian bringing him back to the palace. I noticed that you don't have it on your masterlist and I am wondering where it went!
Hi! Sorry for the late reply, I couldn’t find the post but here’s the story.
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“My head hurts,” Aedion states glumly, his expression turning even more downtrodden as his boot lands in a filthy puddle.
“I’m sure it does,” Kyllian grunts, Aedion’s arm slung over his shoulders.
“It’s because I fell.”
“You don’t say,” Kyllian huffs, shifting his weight.
“Kyllian?”
“Yes, Aedion?”
“I feel strange.”
The commander reigns in his frustration, the palace walls looming around them and flickering with the shadows of the night. The bar had been suspiciously empty when they arrived, and no one had questioned it when Aedion accepted and lit a pipe. The only surprise was that, instead of the usual slightly soothing drugs most pipes obtain, the one he had been given was filled with a stronger substance. One that’s left him leaning heavily against Kyllian’s side.
“That would be the herbs you smoked,” Kyllian sighs. “Did you seriously think it was just a normal smoke?”
“You said it was!” Aedion snaps. “Walking is hard.”
Kyllian sighs, nodding to a guard as they pass through the gate. “For all we know your father will spot us and-“
Aedion gasps. Kyllian grunts and jolts to a stop with him.
“Gavriel!” Aedion cries, stricken. “Kyllian, he’s my father!”
“...I know?”
“And I haven’t seen him today!” Aedion frets. “What if he’s dead?”
“That is a very large jump,” Kyllian winces, tightening his grip on Aedion. “Why don’t I get you some good food and water and we try our best to avoid the male that will rip me apart if he sees what I did to you.”
“...I want Gavriel.”
“What did I just say?” Kyllian scowls, tugging Aedion towards a kitchen. “You have to- Aedion, no!”
The demi-fae tears free of his grip and sprints down the hallway, following a familiar scent. Kyllian watches him with wide eyes, then slumps and sighs. He turns and makes his way to his own room, mentally calculating the benefits of sleeping in the armoury instead.
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“Gavriel!” Aedion knocks repetitively on the door of the most common room the cadre members meet in for their late night talks. “Gavri-“
The door flings open, Gavriel looking to Aedion in concern. The Lion quickly takes stock of his son, Rowan, Fenrys and Vaughan all watching with trepidation from where they sit in the armchairs.
“What happened?” Gavriel frets. “Are you alright?”
“Gavriel!” Aedion wraps his arms around his father. “You’re alive!”
“What?” Gavriel stiffens for a moment. “Of course I’m alive. Aedion, what are...” realisation sparks in Gavriel’s eyes, and they soften along with his voice as he wraps his arms around his son. “Did you have a nightmare?”
“This entire night is a nightmare,” Aedion mutters before yawning, going lax in his father’s arms.
“Come in, sit,” Gavriel directs Aedion to the couch he was previously occupying. “Where’s Kyllian?”
Aedion shrugs, scratching at the fabric of the chair.
“You look exhausted,” Fenrys states in concern. “How king have you been back?”
“Around two,” Aedion thinks back.
“Hours,” Rowan nods.
Minutes, but Aedion is in no state to correct him. Instead he looks pleadingly up at his father.
“Can you hold me?” Aedion asks, bluntly. “Please?”
Gavriel jerks, taken back. Even the others seem surprised by this blatant request. Vaughan stands and gives the others a gentle look.
“We’ll leave you two,” he nods, Fenrys and Rowan following suit. “Feel better, Aedion.”
“Do you want to talk about your dream?” Gavriel asks, arm wrapped around Aedion with his son’s head resting on his shoulder. “And you’re still wearing your clothes. You should at least get comfortable before trying to rest.”
“I know,” Aedion mutters.
“And you...” Gavriel trails off, taking in Aedion’s eyes. “And your pupils are large.”
“Probably because I love you. They get bigger when you love something.”
Gavriel stiffens. “Aedion, where is Kyllian?”
“Don’t know.”
“When did you last see him?”
“After he gave me a funny pipe. It was sweet.”
“Right,” Gavriel stands, grabbing a blanket from a near basket and dropping it securely around his son. “You wait here.”
Huffing, Aedion squirms out from under the blanket and stands to follow his father. Gavriel frowns.
“I need you to stay here, Aedion,” Gavriel pushes him to sit again.
As soon as he turns to go to the door his son follows him once again. Gavriel winces and leads Aedion back to the couch.
“Cub, just-“
“I can take you to Kyllian!” Aedion stands, delighted.
“I think I’ll be fine,” Gavriel frets, shifting in uncertainty. “If you could just stay- that’s it, I’ll be back-“
And as soon as he reaches the reaches the door Aedion is once again by his side. Gavriel sighs, bowing his head in defeat. Aedion bounces slightly on the balls of his feet, humming quietly.
“Alright,” Gavriel concedes. “I may as well take you to Lysandra along the way.”
“Oh!” Aedion’s eyes brighten. “I love her!”
“I’m aware you do,” Gavriel huffs a laugh.
“I love you, too.”
“Thank you,” Gavriel leads Aedion down the hallway, firmly holding his son’s hand in his own. “Do you love anyone else?”
“Aelin, she’s basically my sister,” Aedion muses. “Evangeline, definitely... Rowan is becoming like a brother... I don’t love Fenrys and Vaughan and Lorcan yet... Kyllian is my best friend, so yes...”
“What about Dorian and Chaol?” Gavriel prompts, a smile in place.
Aedion stares back incredulously. Gavriel chuckles.
“Where’s Lysandra?” Aedion suddenly asks. “Is that my room? Lysandra!”
Gavriel immediately hushes his son, his loud cry booming through the palace. The bedroom door immediately swings open with the shifter popping her head out to search for the disturbing sound. She placates as she spots them, hair and clothes disheveled from bed. Aedion jumps free from his father’s grasp and flings his arms around her.
“Lysandra!” He announces. “I love you!”
“I feel the same, darling?” Lysandra replies, blinking rapidly. “Aedion, it’s three in the morning.”
“No it’s not. It’s four.”
“It seems he and Kyllian found some interesting substances,” Gavriel informs her. “I’m going to hunt him down now.”
“You’re too harsh on him,” Lysandra chastises, running a hand through Aedion’s hair to his delight. “The human equivalent of cat nip was just legalised, it’s fully possible Aedion just grabbed the wrong pipe.”
“We need to break him of that habit,” Gavriel grumbles.
“Just taking other people’s pipes or smoking at all? You are aware he doesn’t use harmful substances?”
“The borrowing pipes parts,” Gavriel confirms. “It’s unsanitary. Either way, I’ll go find Kyllian to ensure he’s safe. Good luck.”
Lysandra snorts as he turns and walks away, Aedion leaning his face into the palm of her hand.
“Alright, you oaf. Bed time.”
“Is Kyllian going to die?”
“Possibly. Now shush.”
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How would the RO’s react if the MC snuggled up to them and whispered “You make me fee safe.” Into their ear?
Ezra/Elaria: Wrapping a loose arm around your waist, they angle their head to press a light kiss to your forehead. “You make me feel safe too. You make being the Heir of Gallinia that much easier to handle.”
Caleb/Catherine: They jump slightly in reply at the feeling of you suddenly appearing, but they quickly settle as your words register in their mind. A look of pure adoration soon etching itself across their face. “That’s something we can both be to one another then.”
Jaden/Jade: The flirtatious smirk, and witty retort, that had been on their lips fades away at the soft revelation. Sapphire blue eyes softening in such a way that would only ever be for you or Vessarel. With one arm, they tug you closer to their body so they can nuzzle closer. “What would I do without you?”
Aidan/Aylin: Blue green eyes observe you with thinly veiled warmth; the ghost of a smile curling their lips as they caress your cheek with their fingertips. “Is it because I always have my sword on me?” Humor suffuses the question, but before you can reply they place a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose. “You make me feel safe too, love. You make me feel wanted.”
Faolan/Faolyn: The moment you were within their embrace their arms tighten around you; as if they were daring anyone to try and take you from them. Crimson eyes flashing with their protective need to shield you— only softening due to their love. “I’ll forever protect you, my moon.” They nuzzle closer to you. “This I swear.”
Laurence/Lauren: A bashful smile curls their lips at the revelation; green eyes glinting with warmth while they tug you closer. “I’ve never felt better than when you’re by my side.” They press a light kiss to your cheek. “I’m glad that you feel the same way.”
Irithiel: “You make it easier to remember, my dearest one.” She gently cups your face, angling your head to be able to look at her. Violet eyes shimmering with the depth of her emotions; with the depth of her love for you. “You make the nightmares go away, I’m so glad I make you feel safe too. That’s how I always want you to be.”
Kyllian: Argent eyes reveal nothing as he presses a light kiss to your lips. He didn’t feel the need to say anything— his love for you, as his innate protectiveness, didn’t need to be spoken to show the depth of it. He’d forever keep you safe; no matter what.
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Made a new edit for A Dance Of Roses And Fire!!!
The best duo of all of westeros!!!
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just saw fumi kaneko x roberto bolle spring waters vid on instagram i have to see robertk bolle live before he retires or i will
#and now that i theoretically have a place to stay in milan........#god im dying to go in february and watch whatever kyllian thing theyre doing then. but thats my friends busy season and feels rude. idk
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