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[tobythewise]

Happy Friday and welcome to DADWC! How about A 'please be okay' kiss for Handers?

Thank you for the welcome and the prompt! I hope you enjoy :D

(Written for @dadrunkwriting Warnings for hurt Hawke, Anders' self esteem issues, angsty thoughts but with a hopeful ending)

Anders isn’t sure he’s ever been this tired before. His entire body aches down to his very core. He’s so tapped out that he’s positive he couldn’t even conquer a spark. His connection to Justice is barely there, leaving him feeling completely and utterly alone despite the commotion going on around him. 

“Bandages. I need more bandages,” he manages to grit out through clenched teeth. 

His heart is in his throat, his hands just barely keeping from shaking. It’s a testament to his time as a healer that Ander is capable of keeping his cool at all right now. 

Isabela places more into his outstretched hand. He doesn’t even have the energy to properly thank her. Ander continues his work, patching up every wound he can get his hands on. 

Maker’s breath, there’s so much blood. 

There will be consequences of what happened today. Hawke might have come out of this fight on top, but everyone saw him use his magic. Everyone saw Anders use his magic. There’s no way that Meredith is going to let this go, but Anders can’t let himself think about that. Not yet. Not while Hawke is still fucking bleeding. 

Anders used the last of his magic to stop the internal bleeding and now that Varric and Isabela have helped him carry Hawke back to his estate, he’s working against the clock to patch up the rest. 

As he places the last bandage over Hawke’s chest, making sure it’s secure, clean, and medicated, Anders sits back on his heels. He lets out a long breath, wishing he could feel Justice. He needs the reassurance that he’s done everything he can, that he’s doing what’s right. 

His eyes never leave Hawke’s face. He places a hand on Hawke's chest, just to feel it move. Anders needs the physical proof that he’s alive, that despite everything Hawke should be okay. Anders holds onto that like a lifeline, keeping him from sinking into the all consuming despair nipping at his heels. He’s not sure he could handle losing any more people. 

He’s not sure he would survive losing Hawke. 

A hand touches Anders’ shoulder and he just barely finds the strength to raise his head and look away from Hawke. 

“You did good, Blondie. Hawke is already looking better.”

The gravity of what’s just happened starts to sink in. It’s only a matter of time before the templars are banging on Hawke’s door, wanting to pull the two of them into the Gallows. It’s only a matter of time before the place Anders has put down roots is torn away once more.

He’s so fucking tired of running. 

“Just another day with our fearless leader,” Anders says, trying his best to keep his voice in his usual sarcastic tone, but it falls terribly flat. “The Arishok really should have thought better than to pick a fight with Hawke.”

Varric squeezes his shoulder. He understands, no doubt feeling just as keyed up as Anders after seeing Hawke so close to death's door. “You should get some rest,” he says, his voice achingly soft. Anders has to fight against the impulse to push that softness away. He doesn’t deserve it, not really. Too bad he’s too tired to do anything but shake his head. 

“Can’t leave him,” he says, knowing it’s enough for Varric to understand. 

“Okay,” Varric says after a long pause. “I’ll be nearby. Give a yell if you need anything, alright?”

Varric and Isabela leave the room. Anders rests his forehead against the bed for a moment after carefully taking Hawke’s hand into his own. He gives it the gentlest squeeze, hoping Hawke can feel that he’s here, that he’s not alone. 

“Please,” Anders whispers, his chest aching with emotion. He shouldn't have allowed himself to fall for Hawke. All of this would be so much easier if he wasn't attached, if he wasn't willing to drag another person into his plight.

Loving someone at the best of times is hard and Anders has learned time and time again that it's so much worse to love someone while being a mage.

He kisses the back of Hawke’s hand, not caring that both of their hands are covered in blood that don’t belong to them. Hawke’s with the Arishok’s blood, his own hands with Hawke’s. “Please be okay,” he whispers between kissing each of Hawke’s knuckles, wishing the tales he read as a child about magical kisses were actually true. 

He rests his forehead against their combined hands. Maybe if the Maker hadn’t turned his eyes away from Anders the day he manifested his magic as a child, he’d take the time to pray to him now. Instead, he breathes through his panic as best as he can and waits. 

It could be minutes or it could be hours but eventually, Hawke squeezes his hand and Anders suddenly feels like he’s allowed to breathe again. Tears of relief spring to Anders’ eyes. There’s still so much to deal with and so much to prepare for. Anders can feel it, things are about to change and he’s positive it’s not for the best, but all of that can wait because right now, the man he loves is okay.

A fight is brewing and as much as he wishes he could shield Hawke from it, he knows it's too late from that. They'll fight this side by side and see this through. Anders just hopes that this won't break them in the end.

#handers #dadrunkwriting #tobywrites #fanfic #hurt/comfort #hurt hawke #angst with a hopeful ending

[tobythewise]

Welcome to DWC! Happy friday! For Zevran/Alistair: “Hey, so about—” “I suddenly have memory loss and don’t remember who you are.”

Thank you for the welcome and for this brilliant prompt!! 🥰💚 I hope you enjoy!

(Written for @dadrunkwriting content ahead: mentions of drinking, a drunk kiss, and getting together)

Alistair wakes up in his tent with a pained groan. His mouth is parched and tastes like dirt, his head is somehow both spinning amd pounding, and his stomach is sour. The smell of booze comes from his breath, making him all the more sick.

By the Maker, what did he do last night?

Oh right. They found themselves at the Pearl, deal with yet another job their fearless leader took on. After that, they somehow found themselves playing cards with a pirate named Isabela and after that there was alcohol. A lot of it.

Alistair hasn’t had many opportunities to get drunk, not while living in Redcliffe and certainly not while studying at the Chantry. So for the first time, he accepted every glass put in front of him. Looking back, he really should have stopped after two, but once he started it felt like a cop out to stop. If Wynne could handle a few drinks, surely he should be able to as well!

That was his line of thinking anyway.

Now? Now Alistair promises himself to never drink again. He’s sticking to water going forward.

Alistair smacks his lips, realizing the last time he woke up with his mouth tasting this vile was his Joining. Great, now he’s going to start associating alcohol with Darkspawn blood.

Covering his face with his hands, Alistair groans long and low. Just then, the flap of his tent folds open, letting sunshine through.

“Close that,” he grumbles without looking up. “Too early. Too bright.”

A warm chuckle makes him part his fingers, finding Zevran carefully closing the tent flap behind himself. Alistair’s stomach does a flip only this time it’s followed by a warm tingly feeling instead of the urge to throw up.

“Ah, I had a feeling you would be feeling a bit rough this morning, my friend. I’ve brought you cold water to help.”

Without saying a single word, Alistair reaches out and takes the water skin from him. Their fingers brush and a shiver runs through him. There’s something nagging him at the back of his mind, something that happened last night.

It must not have been that important if he can’t think of it.

Alistair takes a long swing of water, thankful at the way to washes away the gross taste in his mouth. He looks over at Zevran, finding him staring. Alistair feels himself flushing, something he does often when he’s around Zevran.

And of course because he’s him, the attention makes him panic. Alistair takes a large swig, the water shooting down the wrong pipe and suddenly he’s choking on water, coughing it back up while trying not to spit any water onto Zevran.

With dexterity and smoothness that Alistair is jealous of, Zevran slides further into the tent, kneeling next to him. His hand slides across Alistair’s back, patting him a few times.

By the Maker, the blushing is back and it’s even worse now that he’s so close.

Alistair turns his head, finding himself almost nose to nose with Zevran. This close, he can make out the little golden specks in his brown eyes. He’s so close it would be so easy to….

Oh. Oh no. Holy shit. Oh god.

Alistair’s eyes widen as he realizes what he couldn’t remember about the night before. He was so drunk he could barely walk which meant Zevran had to practically carry him here. While the assassin was helping him into his bedroll, Alistair pulls him down into a sloppy, drunk kiss.

They kissed.

He kissed Zevran.

Alistair can tell the moment Zevran notices that he remembers. His eyes grow soft and he puts on an easy smile.

“Hey,” Zevran starts to say, “so about—“

Alistair does the most mature thing he can think to do in this moment. He shoves Zevran back, falls back into his bedroll, and pulls it over his face.

“I suddenly have memory loss! I don’t remember who you are!”

There’s a long moment of silence. It goes on so long that Alistair is half convinced that the man he’s grown to have a giant, embarrassing crush on has left his tent. He just wants to hide and pretend none of this has happened because he’s not sure he’ll survive the teasing this situation is going to leave him with.

“If you wish to play it this way, I am not one to push,” Zevran finally says, his voice surprisingly soft. “In my experience, drunk lips tell what one is too scared to share while sober. If that’s not the case, consider this conversation to have never happened.”

Alistair swallows around the lump in his throat. It would be so easy to let it go, to pretend it was all a drinker mistake. But for once, he wants to be brave. He wants to take a leap. Zevran is worth that.

Pulling the blanket down so only his eyes are showing, he stares up into Zevran’s eyes. “And if my drunk lips were telling the truth?”

Zevran’s lips curls into an easy smile. “Then I would ask you to never kiss me while drunk again.” Before Alistair can apologize or throw himself from the tent in embarrassment and rejection, Zevran continues. “When our lips meet, I want all of your wits about you. I want you to experience our kiss fully. I want your sober lips to talk to me, my warden.”

Alistair might not remember much about their first kiss but their second kiss? He commits it to memory, completely sober.

#dadrunkwriting #tobywrites #alistair x zevran #dragon age #fanfic #mentions of drinking #Zevran x alistair

[tobythewise]

Toby's Prompt List

Here's a list of all my prompt lists and the ships/tropes I'm willing to write! My ask box is officially open for Dragon Age prompts :D

(I recently quit my job and I officially have Friday nights open for writing! *happy dance* So my plan is to participate in @dadrunkwriting every Friday for the foreseeable future so send those prompts my way!)

Ships I'll write: Fenders, Anders/Hawke/Fenris, Handers, (all of these I'm okay with adding Justice as well) I'll probably add more ships in the future as I get back onto writing fics more regularly and as I get used to writing in this world. Some I'd like to try in the future are Warden/Zevran, Zevran/Alistair, Alistair/mWarden, Inky/Dorian, Anders/Dorian, Fenris/Dorian and a few others <3

Tropes I enjoy: I tend to stay in canon or canon divergent, LOTS of Anders love so I won't write anything that's negative towards him, I really enjoy omegaverse, hurt/comfort, badass mages, no SA, noncon, or child abuse on page but mentions of it in the past are fine

Things I won't write: Noncon, MCD, Child abuse, Child injury, heavy hurt, no comfort and things like that

My Prompt Lists:

-Drunk Prompts -Kiss Prompts -Super Sappy Lines Prompts -Omegaverse Prompts -Dialogue Prompts

#tobywrites #prompts

[tobythewise]

the healing hands of a warrior

It’s late and Anders is exhausted from healing after another Bone Pit accident; that’s his only excuse for not hearing the sound of plate armor before it’s too late. 

“Close the door,” he hears himself say, too tired to even feel real fear the way he probably should. 

“What?”

“I don’t want the people down here to hear what you’re about to do. I don’t want to scare them. So please,” he says, preparing himself for the smite he knows is about to hit him. “Close the door.”

~~~

There’s an insistent pounding that makes Fenris open the door, peering out towards Hawke’s estate. A young boy pounds on the door frantically. 

“He’s not in,” Fenris calls out. 

The boy turns towards him with wide eyes. “You’re a friend of the healer, right?”

“What is the matter?”

“The healer. He needs help. Please.”

Fenris pulls his sword from where it leans against the wall beside the door. “What’s wrong?” Fenris asks though he already knows, can feel it in his gut.

That feeling is confirmed when the boy murmurs a single word, “Templars.”

Fenris’ steps are quick and sure. He doesn’t wait for the boy to follow, only running as quickly as his feet can carry him. If Anders was lucky, he’s hiding under the floorboards and Fenris will only have to deal with the mage having a panic attack from his claustrophobia. Based on how frantic the boy was though, Fenris has a feeling he won’t be that lucky. 

His heart is leaping into his throat and he can taste bile at the back of his tongue. Fenris pushes all the thoughts threatening to take over, pictures of Anders with a dreaded design burned into his forehead. 

No. Fenris won’t let that happen. 

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[tobythewise]

A Fenders fic written from the prompt: It's really not that complicated. From this prompt list. If you're interested in more Dragon Age fics from me, feel free to hit me with a prompt from this list <3 My plan is to just make my way down the list whenever I have a little time to write!

~~~

Anders carefully crawls out of his tent, letting the cool night air wash over him. He wipes the sweat from his brow and lets out a long sigh. 

Nightmares. Because of course he can’t have just one night out on the coast where he gets a good night’s sleep. This was one of his usual darkspawn variety and for that at least he’s glad. He doesn’t need reassurance or comfort. He’s mostly used to this brand of horror by now.

Mostly. At least, that’s what he tells himself. 

Standing up straight, he stretches his arms over his head before reaching back into his tent and yanking his coat out. Wrapping it around himself, Anders makes his way over to the fire. 

He sits on a log they’d dragged over by the fire when they’d first made camp. He stares down into the fire, watching the flames flicker and wane. The fire feels nice. A sharp contrast to the coldness of his nightmare.

“Nightmares?”

“Andraste’s tits!”

Anders looks up, finding Fenris sitting across from him, looking completely unimpressed. He runs a hand over the center of his chest, double checking he’s not literally having a heart attack from that scare. 

“Did you really not notice my presence?”

“Sorry,” Anders murmurs. He pulls the tie from his hair, running his fingers through the strands before he ties his hair back once more. It’s something he does when he’s nervous. 

“You should be more aware of your surroundings,” Fenris says, his usual glare in place. Anders rolls his eyes in response. 

Staring into the fire, he listens to the sounds around them. Only the chittering of insects, Varric’s soft snores, and the crackle of the fire. As of this moment, they are safe. Plus, there’s not a darkspawn anywhere near their area. At the thought, a shiver goes through Anders. He disguises it as a chill, getting even closer to the fire. 

Okay, so maybe the nightmare was worse than Anders originally admitted to himself. Maybe it was awful. Maybe it’s left him feeling offcentered and upset. Maybe he wants to get the feeling of all encompassing darkness mixed with images of blood out of his mind. 

“If you get any closer to the fire you will burn yourself, mage.”

Andera doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t. His eyes dart up, staring into Fenris’ green ones. 

“You’ll promise to put me out, right?”

Fenris hums. “Maybe not right away. Eventually.” Anders huffs in amusement, shaking his head. “It would make a good excuse to throw away that coat.”

Anders crosses his arms over his chest. “This coat is the height of fashion, thank you very much.”

Silence stretched between them and for once, Anders doesn’t try to fill it. It doesn’t claw at him like it normally would. He’s too caught up in what he keeps seeing behind his closed lids. 

Justice offers to take over, but Anders declines, knowing that’ll only make things worse. Then he’ll be trapped in the loop of nightmare without any outward distractions. Justice understands, doing his best to send reassuring feelings. Anders appreciated the gesture. 

“Were they bad?”

“Hmm? Was what bad?”

“Your nightmares.”

Anders looks away from the fire, tilting his head to the side. “Not to be a complete dick but I can’t help but ask; why do you care?”

Fenris looks away, his scowl deepening. He looks conflicted. Anders braces himself for the worst. 

“It is really not that complicated,” Fenris eventually says, his voice softer than Anders is used to hearing. Sure, he’s kind to Hawke. He jokes with Varric. He has hushed talks with Sebastian. But when it comes to Anders, Fenris either avoids him or argues with him. Anders is completely blown away and he would be embarrassed by the way his mouth hangs open if he wasn’t hanging on Fenris’ every word. “I care. That is why I ask.”

“You—“ Anders stares for a long moment before rubbing at his eyes. When he opens them again, Fenris is still there, still watching him. “You care? About me? The apostate who lives in the sewer?” 

Fenris simply nods. “Yes.”

“I feel like I’m dreaming,” Anders says softly, more to himself than to Fenris but of course the elf hears it.

“Do you dream of me often?”

Anders buries his face in his hands, letting out an embarrassed groan. When he peeks through the opening of his fingers, he finds Fenris watching him and if he didn’t know any better, Anders would think the look on his face is fond. But that can’t be right. Fenris hates him. Except for the fact that Fenris just said that he cared about Anders. 

Anders clears his throat. “It was a darkspawn dream. The warden special.”

“It seemed worse than usual.”

“I was stuck in the Deep Roads. We were trapped. There was nothing I could do as darkspawn came at all sides. No matter what I did you all were taken down one by one. There was just so much blood.” Anders shudders, shaking himself out of the vision and turning his eyes back up to Fenris. 

Only Fenris has moved. He carefully steps around the fire, sitting beside Anders. “Does it help? Knowing that we are all okay?”

Anders let out a long breath. “Yes,” he admits softly. “I can hear those two snoring and I can see that you’re here. I can see that you’re-“ his breath catches. Fuck. He was keeping it together so well! 

Justice disagrees. 

“I’m here.”

Feeling brave, or maybe feeling stupidly vulnerable, Anders reaches over and takes Fenris’ hand. Fenris goes still at the touch. “Is this alright?”

Fenris nods, his body relaxing again. Anders feels himself slump, his body going lax at the contact. He leans against Fenris’ side and when he’s not cussed out, he leans his head against Fenris’ shoulder. He’s thankful the elf has removed his usual spiky armor. 

Fenris runs his thumb over Anders’ hand, the movement soothing. Anders’ eyes grow heavy. 

“Sleep, mage. I will watch over you.”

This time when he says mage, Anders realize it’s different than how it used to be. Sometime without Anders realizing it, that had become a pet name instead of an insult. He feels a soft press of lips against the top of his head. 

Justice is lulled by Fenris’ presence just the same as Anders is.

He’s not sure how he’s been so oblivious but things are suddenly becoming crystal clear. Just maybe, his feelings aren’t as one sided as he’s always felt. 

“Hey, Fenris?” Anders whispers.

“Yes?”

“Thank you.”

Fenris hums, squeezing Anders hand. “Sleep now. We can talk more in the morning.”

“Promise?”

Anders swears he can hear the small smile in his voice when he says, “promise.” 

#fenders #fanfic #fenders fanfic #tobywrites #hurt/comfort #nightmares #dragon age

[tobythewise]

Last Line Meme

Thank you for tagging me @barbex!! This comes from a lil Fenders ficlet I'm working on.

Fenris might not admit much to himself but he can admit he has feelings. The type that compels him just a little bit faster, needing to make sure Anders is okay.

I'm tagging @foxymoley @broodwolf221 @brightasstars @skylar102 and anyone else who might see this and want to join in! Tag me and show me what you're working on! <3

#tag meme #last line meme #tobywrites

[tobythewise]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Anders/Fenris/Justice (Dragon Age), Anders/Fenris (Dragon Age) Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Fenris (Dragon Age), Omega Anders (Dragon Age), Fluff, Post-Canon, Established Relationship, Nesting, Mating Cycles/In Heat

“Anders is experiencing feelings I’m not familiar with. His body, although omega in nature, hasn’t necessarily acted like an omega in a long time. First, because of the taint, and then because of our merging, and then all the stress of living in Kirkwall. He’s experiencing things again that he hasn’t felt since he was with Karl in the Circle.”

“Oh,” Fenris breathes out.

“His body feels safe enough to go into heat.”

#tobywrites #fenders #justfenders #omegaverse #fanfic

[tobythewise]

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[tobythewise]

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[tobythewise]

THROWBACK THURSDAY

Did you know I wrote a book featuring a human and fae arranged marriage? Think D&D feels but make it soft and gay! If you haven’t read it yet, you can grab your copy HERE

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[tobythewise]

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[tobythewise]

Taken (Jimon | Explicit) Java Jace 

To Be or To Want (Jimon | General) Star Gazing

A Rare Pair (Saphael | General) Blind Character

Techniques for Teasing (Malace | Explicit) Free Square

Set Free by the Truth (Meliorn/Jace | General) Truth Serum

Saving Simon (Saphael | Teen) Tentacles

One Little Bite (Malec | Explicit) Vampire!Alec

The Morning After (Malec | General) The Morning After

Sensitive (Malec | Explicit) Sex Pollen

I wanna go back to last night (Jimon | Teen) Amnesia

Dream Come True (Jimon | Teen) Magic

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[tobythewise]

After a day spent hunting heart eating witches, Dean comes back to the hotel room he's sharing with Castiel to find him just coming from the shower. It seems dinner is served.

Written for a lovely anon who asked for some Valentine’s Day rimming action. I hope you enjoy anon and THANK YOU <3

#tobywrites #destiel #destiel fanfic

[tobythewise]

For the prompt mashup: Destiel + fake dating + only one bed 👀

Castiel closes his eyes, facing away from Dean. They can do this, they can get through this weekend with their friendship in tact. Everything is going to be fine. 

Oh fuck, it’s not all fine. 

Castiel went to sleep on one side of the bed but wakes up in the middle with Dean plastered against his back. Dean whimpers in his sleep, his hard cock pressed against Castiel’s backside. 

Oh no. Oh shit. This is not good. 

“Dean,” he gets out, trying to ignore the way his own cock is rock hard and aching. “Dean! Wake up!”

“What? Oh, morning, Cas.”

“Dean. You’re uh....”

“Oh shit. I’m so sorry,” Dean says, pulling himself away, leaving Castiel cold all over. Cas turns around, watching as Dean’s eyes darts down to Castiel’s morning wood. “At least I’m not the only one,” he says with an awkward chuckle. 

Castiel has no idea where the bravery comes from but he murmurs. “I could uh, I could take care of that. If you want?”

“No way,” Dean says, looking away. “I’m not interested in no string sex with you, Cas.”

“There would be strings,” Castiel blurts out. “So many strings.”

“Oh yeah?”

Castiel nods seriously. “The most strings.”

“Well then, that changes things,” Dean says, leaning down and kissing Castiel’s lips gently. “I like strings when they’re attached to you, Cas.”

#tobywrites #profoundnet #i don't even know LOL #destiel #destiel fanfic #thanks for the prompt Ida! #I hope you enjoy

[tobythewise]

Malec | General  Written for HM500 prompt: Ice Written for the @shadowhunterbingo prompt: the morning after Read on ao3

The morning after is always awkward. Always. At least that’s the experience Magnus has always had and he expects this morning to be no difference as he makes his way into the diner for his usual morning coffee. 

Magnus doesn’t regret hooking up with the grumpy diner owner. Far from it. He’s been harboring a crush on Alec for almost a year and never dreamed Alec could possibly return his feelings. 

What Magnus does regret is not talking things out. Which is a surprise to probably everyone who knows him. He’s usually the first to jump in with both feet instead of sitting down and thinking things through. But this time he has no idea if him and Alec are on the same page. 

God, he hates being so unsure. 

“Good morning!” Maia greets, waving as Magnus walks in. 

“And a good morning to you as well my dear.”

Maia smirks at him as he walks up to the counter. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you and Alec have the same type of smile on your face.”

Magnus quirks his brow. “Meaning?”

“Kinda looks like you both got laid.”

Magnus sputters. “I- What? How- What?”

Maia smirks, looking like the cat that got the cream. Magnus narrows his eyes, ignoring the blush running over his cheeks. But before he can get a proper comeback out, Alec is walking out from the back, coming over to where Magnus is standing. 

The blush of his cheeks is back in full force as Alec smiles at him, the look in his eyes incredibly open. Alec leans across the counter and kisses Magnus’ cheek, leaving him standing there frozen with confusion, hope welling up inside his chest. 

“The usual?”

Magnus nods. “Yeah, an iced coffee--”

“Light on the ice,” Alec finishes. “I know, Magnus.” 

Alec turns around in order to work on Magnus’ drink, leaving Magnus feeling completely off centered in the strangest way. Despite that, he has a smile on his face, his heart beating rapidly against his ribs. 

“Here you go,” Alec murmurs, sliding the drink over. Magnus takes it, staring into Alec’s eyes as he brings it to his lips and takes a sip. 

“I realize this might be completely out of character but I’m a little unsure as to how to proceed.”

Alec tilts his head. “What do you mean?”

“What’s going on here?”

“I’m not sure I understand. We’re doing what we do every morning?”

“Exactly! Shouldn’t things be weird?”

“Do you want them to be weird?”

Magnus sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “No, of course not. I’m just trying to figure out what’s going on here.”

“Oh. Well, let me be clear. I want you to be my boyfriend and I want you to come in every morning so I can start your day with a cup of coffee and a kiss.”

After a moment Magnus nods. “I think I can do that.” Then he leans across the counter and kisses Alec’s lips. 

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[tobythewise]

Relationships: Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, No Plot/Plotless, Vaginal Fingering, Blow Jobs, Hair-pulling, Semi-Public Sex

After Sam gets a message from Dean, letting him know the vampire they're after has been taken care of, he and Eileen find a backroom to relieve a little stress.

Written for the anon who bought me a kofi! I hope you enjoy this anon <3

#sam/eileen #tobywrites #fanfic