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inactivesimblrr · 5 years

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21 questions tag

i put it under the cut because its Long

tagged by @simending thank u juulian!!!!! (pls follow him hes the Best)

RULES: answer 21 questions, then tag 21 people you want to get to know better.

Nickname: pat, peaf (family thing, its pronounced ‘pea-uff’), pia, hero, anak but only by my mum and its not really a nickname lol, bǎobǎo by my dad

Zodiac: saggitarius :) i dont know if i spelt that right

Height: 5’8 or 5′9 physically but in my heart im 7′0

Last thing searched: SirFarfetch’d

Favorite musicians: the lumineers, st paul and the broken bones, mumford and sons, hozier, the oh hellos, the hunts, the collection, fall out boy, the paper kites, birdtalker, penny and sparrow, bear’s den, gregory alan isakov, the middle east, wolf alice, the harmaleighs, daughter, PHOEBE BRIDGERS, julien baker, pomme, the jonas bros, onerepublic, sufjan stevens, the mowgli’s, firekid, fleet foxes, mandolin orange, rayland baxter, john denver, james taylor, jim croce, simon & garfunkel, don mclean, peter paul and mary, kansas, the new basement tapes, the ink spots, buddy holly, fleetwood mac, matt monro, andy williams, bread, queen, jimmy eat world, CHUCK BERRY, oh shit thats a lot ok im gonna stop now LMAO

If you had a time machine, would you go back to the past or visit the future: BOTH SORRY I KBNOW THIS IS A THIS OR THAT QUESTION BUT BOTH! id go back in time and meet my ancestors and see my ~ancestral~ lands, and then also head over to the isle of lesbos for a bit and “hang out” ;) with sappho ;)))))) and also italy. but also! id go to the future and become a cyborg!!!!!

Do you gets asks: like never LOL :(

Following: 515

Would you rather be rich or famous: hm. famous but for something good so that history remembers me. but also if im hella rich id just do Cool things with my Copious amounts of money and then also have history remember me

Amount of sleep: 8 on weekdays, like 6 on weekends? depends

What I’m wearing: my pyjamas! marvel shirt, tracky dacks, and yeti feet claw slippers.

Dream job: prime minister honestly, or like, someone who works with robots, OR an astronaut, or like someone who brews really ~indie~ soft drinks like ginger beer and cola. or a Rich Famous journalist. or a writer. or someone who just works at bethesda honestly!

Dream trip: oh boy ohboyohboyohBOY! america, philippines (ancestors), china (where my ancestors were), hong kong (where my ancestors ALSO were), israel (ancestors), oooh also scandinavian countries so ! norway, sweden. also the republic of ireland. and just.......... a lot of places tbh

If you were an animal, which animal would you be: dragon

What are some of your favorite:

BOOKS - literally anything by: donna tartt, leigh bardugo, emily a duncan, tolkien, rick riodan etc. maggie stiefvater, ooh madeline miller BUT SOA was better than circe by far

FILMS - SPOTLIGHT, lotr, the hobbit, the green book, your name, ip man, literally so many

SHOWS - o shit uhhhhhhhhh b99, and other shows but i dont get to watch many rn :(

GAMES - literally any and all bethesda games, but mainly OBLIVION and the elder scrolls series in general, gta, minecraft, ts4, donkey kong, animal crossing, all LOZ games, assassin’s creed, dishonored,

Play any instruments: used to play piano and violin but im shithouse at both so

Language(s): english (whip), the SMALLEST bit of hebrew, some french but its rusty, conversational in cebuano and a little in tagalog? like... Four Whole sentences in russian, yiddish slang (JEWISH SIMBLRS RISE UPPPP), and like... cantonese chinese but only a baby bit. oh and like, a fair amount of latin but not good enough for it to be cool

Describe yourself as aesthetics: fidgeting, pen scratching on really nice paper, leatherbound notebooks, stones stuck in your shoe, warm sun and then dark and looming and thundering clouds like hung pillowcases, ducks wading in water quacking as they swim toward bread, bird migration, long green grass with weeds that look like flowers covering the plains, a polished gun in your father’s shed you never knew he had, light shining on white bedsheets, lopsided paper crown

THIS IS SO long ok sorry i just Love getting ahead of myself! i tag @literalite, @llovvi, @floraiio and @sadb0ysims [SORRY IF YOUVE ALREADY BEEN TAGGED DGSD!]

#nonsims #ask game #tag #tag game

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sourdoughserenity · 6 years

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Tag Game: 15 Qs, 15 Mutuals.

1. Are you named after anyone? No. My parents, mostly my dad, did want a name that was simple and easy to pronounce. My dad didn't like having a name that made him feel different as a child.

2. When was the last time you cried? Uff, I cried a little last night because I found out my uncle died unexpectedly. 😰😢 Tamping that down till I talk to my mom about what happened.

3. Do you have kids? I have two boys, 3 and 5. Older one's gonna be a marine biologist, he's already decided, and the younger one will one day run the world. Or be CEO of a fortune 500 company. Something like that. He's going to be in charge, whatever it is he's doing.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? I have this past year, because I just didn't have a better tool to deal with a lot of situations. But I try not too. Been scarred from my childhood.

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people? eyebrows? I like eyebrows. Their clothes? No, I'm not really sure. Different things stand out to me about different people.

6. What’s your eye color? Blue. Medium blue. People have told me I have very bright blue eyes, but I can't see it myself. They just look like a plain blue to me.

7. Scary movie or happy endings? Ha hahaha never scary movies. I can barely watch scary movies in the daytime with people around me. If it's an action thriller and people get what they deserve, I'm 100% fine. But if it's scary to be scary, I don't want to know.

8. Any special talents? I can bake bread, knit, crochet, do crafty things. I have good accents in a lot of languages, as in, I can pronounce the sounds accurately.

9. Where were you born? So, unfortunately, I was literally born in New Jersey. Sorry if I offend anyone from New Jersey, but I grew up in New York, so... I'm not sorry. I grew up right on the border with Jersey, on the other side of the Hudson River from Westchester, about 45 minutes north of NYC. It's great there, except for the weather. I'll always be a New Yorker. But I will probably never live there again.

10. What are your hobbies? Reylo, knitting, baking bread, cooking slowly (meaning taking hours to cook something simple), reylo, reading fanfic, writing a bit... I used to draw but haven't for a long time...

11. Do you have any pets? Not where I live. A friend is taking care of our two enormous ginger cats, Matt Damon and Ben Affleck, back in the States. One of them ran away recently so it's only one now... 😢 But we may not take them back, our neighbor has grown to love Damon, who didn't run away.

12. How tall are you? about 5'6", like 145cm I think.

13. What sports do you play/have you played? I played volleyball in high school, and took dance classes in college, if that counts. The ballroom dance team wanted me to compete but I was kind of a space case back then so I didn't. That's the closest to sports I come 😂 now I just think about going to the gym once I'm back in the US.

14. Favorite subject in school? In high school, English and biology. Oh and bookbinding, because yes my school had that. In college, phonetics and one specific biology class about human evolution.

Thanks for tagging me, @reylo-ology ! I apologise for the time lapse. I'm tagging @midi2020, @monsterleadmehome, @fancykosher, @the-weird-one-with-pen-and-paper, @bb-92, @muluna, @welsharcher, @lvst-jedi, @sparkleypegs, @motherofporgs2010 (umm dramione) and ok I'm not doing the full 15 but there we go anyway!)

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julia-highstorms · 6 years

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If Jane Was Here (Noah’s POV) - Ch. 05

Summary: ILITW by Noah’s point of view. Read Chapter 4 here

Note: F!MC! After 84 years, I finally wrote Ch. 5! I'm sorry it took too much time, guys! Hopefully you'll liket it! Please comment what you thought!

Rating: PG-13 (swear words and dead sisters)

Pairing: Noah x MC

Word count: 2081

Chapter 5 – Buckle Up

Wednesday morning, when Noah arrived at the school, everybody couldn’t stop talking about something that happened to Ben. He knew that the captain of the basketball team was attacked by a bear the day before. Andy texted the gang about it.

“What’s up with all this commotion? Is it about what happened to Ben?”, he asked Lily while sitting beside her in the classroom.

“About Ben and... Seems that a s-snake attacked Mr. C-Cooper.”

“What the fuck?”

“Yeah. And Lucas was with him.” – Ava answered suddenly behind them, startling them both.

“Ava! You have to stop sneaking like this!” – Lily scolded the other girl, who just rolled her eyes before sitting behind Noah.

“What? Is Mr. Cooper alright? Where’s Lucas? Is he okay?”, he asked, feeling his heart beating faster and faster.

“Why don’t you ask him?” – Ava simply anwered, pointing out to the room’s door.

Lucas approached them, before collapsing in the chair in front of Lily’s.

“Lucas! Are you okay?” – the girl asked him.

“Y-yeah...”

“Is it true? About the snake?” – Ava asked calmly. The boy with glasses nodded. He seemed like he couldn’t blink. – “Where the hell did it come from?”

“It was inside his desk drawer...”

“The fuck...” – Noah muttered.

“Two animal attacks happening within twenty-four hours...” – Ava whispered and he felt a chill down his spine.

“Do you think it has something to do with... Redfield?” – he asked her, who just shrugged.

“Seems possible.”

“Talking about animal attacks...” – and then, Lily told them about the crows that went after Jocelyn and Cody when they stalked her and MC the day before.

“Amazing. I want a crow to go after them now.” – Ava said. Lucas was speechless.

“What? And are you and MC okay?” – Noah asked in shook.

“Y-yeah... They didn’t attack us... But it was freaky and terrifying...”

“The fuck...” – he said again as Principal Flores entered the room to tell everybody that Mr. Cooper was already at the hospital.

“hey... haven’t seen you at school today” – he texted MC, after arriving home.

She replied right away.

“yeah, I was a little late this morning.”

“lily told me about the freaky crows attack... u okay?”

“yeah, i’m fine... thanks for asking. :) but it was so weird.” – she texted more: “speaking of weirderness... one of the crows that was smacked by Jocelyn found this old letter...” – she quickly filled him in about the letter’s content.

“weird”

“yeah. Anyway, are you going to the game tonight?”

“can’t. i’m grounded”

“what? why?”

“my mom’s still mad about what happened monday night so she grounded me.”

She couldn’t stop talking about that one time he “broke” into their neighbor’s house, when he was like twelve years old. It wasn’t his fault if he forgot his keys home and she wasn’t coming back home from work. So, he decided to drop by Mrs. Rodriguez’ house to use her phone very quickly to call his mom. The old lady was kind of deaf and she probably was sleeping, so he entered by the living room window. He never thought one of her sons would be there, visiting her, and he would be sleeping on her couch. In the end, the dude called the police, who called his mom. It was a big misunderstood, but Mom didn’t believe him.

She never believed him anyway.

When Jane died, she didn’t believe a thing he said about Redfield.

“damn” – MC texted him.

“it’s okay, i didn’t intend to go to the game anyway. too much people”

“well, this is a bummer. i thought we would make some snarky comments about the game together.”

He felt his cheeks blushing.

Together.

“haha” – he cursed himself. What the hell was that answer? Jeez...

Thankfully, MC texted him:

“i’m going to the game now. Talk to you later?”

“yeah. see u”

He put the phone on his desk and lied down on his bed, quickly falling asleep.

If Jane was here...

Noah was awaken by the sound of his alarm.

“Crap.” – he cursed, realizing that he slept with the clothes of the day before. He quickly changed his t-shirt and jeans before heading out of his room.

He entered the kitchen, yawning, before suddenly stopping.

“...What?” – he muttered, breathless.

There was a redhead girl around his age in front of the stove, cursing to herself.

“Finally!” – she shouted when she laid her eyes on him. Her voice was strangely familiar... As if... – “What did take you so long to get up? You know I hate cooking!”

He was astonished. – “J-Jane...? Is that you?"

“Uh? Of course it is me, Noah. Did you fall from your bed?” – she chuckled. She had the same laugh as his sister.

...But she was dead. Wasn’t she?

“But... You... Died... 10 years ago...”

“What?!” – she walked toward him and slaped him in the arm.

“Ouch!”

“Do I look like I’m dead?!”

“No...”

“Because I’m not! Now stop talking nonsense and come help me with the bacon! You know I always end up burning them!”

Noah was still confused and numb with that scene. It really was Jane.

Jane was here.

Was he dreaming? But it felt so real...

Anyway, if that was a dream, he should enjoy it. Right?

“Hello, Noah? Are you gonna help me or what?”

Slowly, a smile spreaded on his face.

“Always so bossy.” – he muttered to himself.

“What did you say?”

“Nothing. Here, let me cook.”

They’d just sitted by the table when Mom showed up.

“Good morning you two!” – she said, smiling at them.

“Good morning, mommy!” – Jane told back, happily. The woman kissed the twins on the top of their heads.

Noah was not used with her being so affectionate, but he didn’t protest. In fact, he could get used to it.

“So, this weekend your dad is coming to pick you up. Do you know to where he’ll take you both?”

So Mom and Dad divorced anyway... But it seemed like they had a good relationship...

“Dad told me that we’re going bowling! I’m so excited!” – his sister answered.

“Cool! Hm, these eggs are great! You cook so well, Noah! Have you decided to which culinary school will you apply next year?”

“Ah. No, not yet.”

“Well, you should think about it. You have so much potential, honey.”

He smiled at his mom, nodding.

“Anyway, wherever you’ll go, I’ll go with you!”

“But you can’t cook a thing, Jane.” – he answered her, who told him to shut up.

The three of them had a very pleasant breakfast talking and laughing.

During the whole way toward school, Noah couldn’t stop watching his twin sister, amazed that she was really there.

Jane still was the same, though she was older now, obviously. She still wore her ginger hair long and was wearing some bright and very colorful clothes. He noticed that she had her nose and ears pierced. She was talking something about being excited for the game that night.

“We’ve been practicing a lot! Stacy and I have been coaching the freshmen and they’re great! And as much I hate to say this, I must admit that even Britney did a good job. Although I really don’t know why Stacy still lets her be part of the team... Britney is just so awful! Ugh, I hate her.”

“Wait. So you’re a cheerleader?”

“Yes, Noah.” – she looked at him as if he had two heads. – “What’s up to you today? You’re acting so weird. Did you really hit your head and forgot everything?”

A few minutes later, the twins entered the school building.

“Yo, Marshall twins!” – Andy approached them. Tom and Dan were with him.

“Hi, boys!”

“We were talking about the game later today! I’m so excited, it’s my first game! Hopefully I won’t screw it up.”

“You won’t, bro. You’re an amazing player!” – Tom said.

“Thank you, bro!”

“What about you, Dan? Are you going to play tonight too?” – the girl asked him.

“No, being the quarterback is enough to me. But I guess I’ll be there watching. Maybe I’ll go watch the cheerleaders practice too...”

“Hell no!” – they heard a voice behind them. – “If you’ll be there, you’ll be disctracting the freshmen. They’ll all be like ‘OMG it’s Dan Pierce’ and won’t concentrate!” – Stacy said making everybody giggle, even Noah. – “Anyway, Jane practice will be after school today until the game time.”

“Aye, captain.” – the other girl rolled her eyes, but couldn’t hold back a smile, before walking away. Andy, Tom and Dan said goodbye to the twins.

Noah walked down the hallway with Jane to her locker. Lily and Ava were there, chatting.

“Hi, Jane! Hi, Noah!” – Lily said. Ava just nodded at them. They exchanged a few words (everybody seemed to just be able to talk about the game later that night. Lily would be there; Ava wouldn’t) before heading to their classes.

Before they entered the classroom, Jane ran towards someone, throwing her arms around them.

“Uff! You’re too heavy, Jane!” – MC said.

“Where the hell were you?” – the redhead girl asked, after letting her best friend go.

“I put my alarm on snooze. Oh, hey Noah.” – she greeted the boy, who joined them.

“Hey.” – he answered, feeling his cheeks getting hotter just because he saw her side smile. – “Sorry about Jane. She’s just so overly excited.” – MC chuckled:

“It’s okay.”

“Hey! What’s wrong about being happy to see my best friend after a whole weekend away? Anyway, promise me we’ll eat together today during lunch, okay? You too, Noah.”

“Okay.” – they both answered, at the same time. Noah looked at MC who looked back at him before giggling, making him blush even more.

“You’re coming to the game tonight, right?” – Jane asked her friend.

“Yeah, I’ll come to cheer for you. And Andy.”

“Thank you so much, I love you!” – Jane hugged the other girl tight again as the school alarm went off.

The Marshalls said goodbye to MC and entered their classroom, sitting next to each other.

“See, Noah? You should come to the game tonight!”

“Why? You know I don’t like—“

“I know. But MC will be here!”

He felt his face getting hot again.

“And...?” – his sister rolled her eyes.

“C’mon Noah, you can pretend all you want, but I’m your twin. And I know you’ve liked her since... well, always. It’s written in your face. And you act all stupid when she’s around.”

“I don’t act stupid!”

“Whatever. All I know is that you should come to the game. And watch it sitting beside her. You know, there’ll be an after party on Britney’s house tonight. As much as I hate her, everybody knows her parties are the best. You should ask MC to come with you. OH! Even better, you should ask her out! Like, on a date! Maybe go to a diner!”

“I don’t know, Jane... What if... She says ‘no’?”

“She won’t say ‘no’, Noah. In fact, I think she’ll be happy.”

“I don’t know...” – he muttered to himself.

“Anyway, we’ll talk more about this later. I’ll help you on how to ask MC out without sounding like a complete fool.” – she said as Principal Flores and Lucas entered the room.

Noah noticed that Jane sighed all dreamy when she saw the boy with glasses.

...What? Did she have a crush on the Student Body President?

“Good morning all. We’re happy to announce that we have a new teacher starting today at Westchester High” – the Principal started speaking. – “Please, welcome Mr. Redfield—“

Noah felt all the warmth leave his body as a wind suddenly howled up through the classroom and a dark and shadowy figure stepped inside.

“Hello... kids... how about... we start... with a... game?”

“NOOOOOOO!” – Noah jerked into wakefulness, adrenaline burning in his veins and his heart pounding in his chest...

He looked around, realizing that he was in his own room. It was already dark outside.

He stumbled out of his bed, walking around the house, feeling a little lost.

“Jane? Jane?” – he whispered, looking for her, not knowing what was real anymore.

But nothing happened and no one answered to his calls.

The boy felt his heart crushing when he found himself alone on the house.

Jane was not here.

It was all a dream.

Suddenly, tears started rushing down his face and he broke down, sobbing.

Feeling all the hope gone once again.

Jane was not here.

It was just his imagination playing tricks on him.

Of a world where Jane was still here.

Of what if Jane was here.

If Jane was here.

#if jane was here #ilitw fanfic #ilitw fic #noah x mc #noah marshall #ilitw noah #choices ilitw #ilitw #it lives in the woods #choices fanfiction #choices it lives in the woods #choices stories you play

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carvers-hawke · 7 years

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Cullavellan Week - Day 1

Fandom: Dragon Age Pairing: Devanna Lavellan/ Cullen Rutherford AO3 Link: Here! Notes: Whoops, I was so busy with work and being sick I completely forgot to post this yesterday. Written for Cullavellan week, this prompt is

We all know Cullen winds up with a mabari, but are there any adorable animals that the pair share? Or perhaps your Lavellan has someone to add to the mix! This day is all about pets!

Cullen leaned back against the sofa, head falling back and eyes drifting closed as he let his arms stretch over the edge. He liked being here, more than his own quarters sometimes. His loft was good, comfortable even, better now that the runes protected his bed from the weather, but he had a hard time separating it from from the overwhelming concept of work. Whereas Devanna’s two floors of her tower were just… comfortable. Even without opening his eyes he could feel the echoes of her presence all around him; the hand woven blanket, fingertips brushing across the heavy wool, the soft ticking of the little dwarven toy she had found, and the familiar blend of incense that burned whenever the fire was going--which was nearly always now in the cold bite of winter.

She wasn’t there, he knew, but she would be soon. Devanna had some business to wrap up, a discussion she wanted to have with Solas, and he knew that she’d be unwilling to linger in the transit between the rotunda and her tower. By that logic, he should be the only one in the tower, and yet Cullen couldn’t relax--not fully--because he knew without a doubt that he was being watched. He could feel the prickle of it against the back of his awareness, the knowledge that there was something else in the room with him.

Amber eyes opened slowly, head lifting as his gaze swept around to find the source of his discomfort.

Only to find a pair of gold eyes staring back.

Cullen sat up, brows furrowing in surprise and confusion as he took in what had to be the fluffiest orange cat he’d ever seen. It was sitting on the corner of her desk, paws tucked in neatly, and tail curled around its feet. It didn’t move, sitting so perfectly still, that he would have thought it a statue. He stared at it, and it stared back, unwavering, and he couldn’t help but get the impression that it was… accusing him? Wary? As though he were an interloper, and Cullen couldn’t help the indignation considering he had been here first.

Across the room the door opened with a gust of frigid air, snowflakes sweeping in as Devanna stepped inside. She pressed her back to it, shoving it hard as she rubbed her hands together and Maker’s Breath she looked cold. Even from the distance between them--his attention gone from the cat--he could see how wind bitten and red the tips of her ears were. Cullen was up on his feet in an instant, intending wholly to go to her side and pull her into the heat of his body, but the cat beat him to it.

“Ah, aneth ara Hauen.” She grinned down as the cat twined itself between her ankles, pulling off her gloves and scarf, reaching for the buttons on her coat. “Have you been good today? Stayed out of my plants?”

It braced its paws on her leg, making a soft mrrrp noise as its head rubbed against the bend of her knee. Devanna let out a delighted coo--one that she would ardently deny--as she tossed her coat on the hook, bending down to lift the cat up. She hadn’t noticed Cullen yet, a fact for which he was actually quite grateful as it gave him the opportunity to watch her. The open, obvious affection on her face was such a lovely change from the guarded mask she always wore in public and it never ceased to amaze him that he was one of the lucky few who got to see this side of her. Beyond the fierce exterior of the warrior, the Inquisitor’s right hand, down to the softer, gentler woman underneath.

And Maker, but he loved the way her eyes would glitter when she was happy.

When she buried her face in the cat’s fur--Hauen she’d called it--he finally crossed the short space from the sofa to her side, dragging the blanket up with him. He could see, over the crest of ginger fur, that her attention was on him, the corner of her mouth hitched up into a smile.

Cullen didn’t hesitate as he wrapped the slighter woman into a tight hug, feeling the outside chill press in through her clothes as she let him mold her back to his chest.

“Maker’s breath, Dev, you’re practically frozen solid.” He breathed, hugging her even tighter as he nuzzled against the nape of her neck.

“You might not have noticed, but it’s kind of cold outside.” She shot back, teeth chattering slightly. “Take me to the fire.”

He couldn’t help but grin at the plaintive whine in the request, reluctantly stepping away so he could take the blanket and bundle her up in it. “When did you get a cat?”

Hauen hadn’t made an attempt to escape as they were both cocooned in the thick blanket, fluffy head poking out under her chin. He offered his fingers for the cat to sniff, giving it a moment to pass judgement before lightly scratching behind one ear. Gold eyes blinked shut lazily as a low, rumbling purr started up and Cullen couldn’t help but feel that he’d been approved of.

“I found him when we were--uff--on our way back from Sahrina.” She explained, grunting as he lifted her into his arms. “That was… maybe a few weeks ago? Poor thing was half starved and very dirty.”

“He’s certainly filled out well.” He chuckled, crossing the few steps to grab the edge of the couch, dragging it around so that it was closely facing the hearth. “Gave me quite a start when I first saw him.”

“And here I thought you would be jealous.” Devanna grinned up at him, happily petting Hauen even as he settled her down carefully. “He’s your replacement after all.”

Cullen quirked an eyebrow at that, watching as the cat readjusted itself on her chest. “Oh?”

“He’s the new lion of Skyhold.” Devanna nodded, the serious tone of her voice overshadowed by the way her yellow eyes gleamed playfully. “I’m sorry. He’s also the new lion of my heart, so… you know it’s unfortunate but you have to find a new motif. Might I suggest a bear?”

“A bear.” He repeated in amusement, playing along as he set the kettle over the fire for tea. “Blackwall might protest.”

“Oh.” She pouted, shifting slightly so he could sit on the edge of the sofa, free hand slipping under the edge of his tunic to press cold fingers against his heated skin.

It was a relief, and an act that he always appreciated; not only did Cullen enjoy warming her up, but his body had a tendency to run hotter than normal since he’d given up lyrium. He leaned into the touch, his own fingers following the sharp line of her jaw, stopping to rest on the scar that cut across her chin. There was nothing inherently sexual about the touch, really; he liked the contact, liked the fact that he was one of the few people allowed unrestricted access into his personal space. Nonetheless he couldn’t miss the spark of something that darkened her eyes, the slits of her pupils opening ever so slightly as she licked her lips. It was all Cullen could do not to close the distance between them and kiss her.

“And Solas has taken to the wolf motif.” He said instead, hand sliding up so his palm could press against the slightly warming shell of her ear. “There already exists a dragon of Skyhold, so really that’s all of the good predators. It appears I’ve no other course of action.”

He looked down, scritching against the scruff of Hauen’s neck. “I must concede victory, my fluffy friend.”

Hauen purred impossibly louder at that, body stretched out and bleeding satisfaction, as languid and insufferable as his owner.

Devanna laughed at the sight, her head shifting on the pillow as she watched him with such open fondness his heart grew tight in his chest. “You are a gracious loser. Lucky for you the position of Commander is still open.”

“I almost wish he’d take that one instead.” He shook his head, giving into the urge to press a quick kiss to her forehead.

One that would have likely escalated to something farther if the tea kettle hadn’t chosen that moment to start spitting and whistling. Instead he stood from the couch, going through the motions of making them both a cup of tea. Devanna, he knew, liked hers almost sickeningly sweet--hummingbird nectar he called it--and he made sure to heap in the honey. As he did, she chatted at him about her day, and the discussions she’d had with Solas, a continual rumble of purring from the cat drifting with the other ambient noise of the room.

It was all decidedly… domestic, he realized, stealing a glance over at her as he balanced the two cups, and Cullen couldn’t help the swell of utter contentment that filled him.

#cullavellan #cullen/lavellan #cullavellan week 2017 #non-inquisitor lavellan #devanna lavellan #my fic

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