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I am a real sucker for fluff, adorable ness all around! But some angst is good too sometimes.
Hiya could you do it’s so cold for Vale and Silver, please? Thanks.
"It's so cold."
"You should have worn a coat." Vale muttered before sweeping his eyes over Silver, taking in the greyish palour to his skin and the almost blue tinge to his lips. He quickly pulled his coat off and wrapped it around the Fae's shoulders. "We need to get you inside." He took Silver's hand, like ice in his grip, and tarted walking faster, pulling Silver along.
He pulled Silver into his rooms, up the stairs and toward his bedroom. He sat Silver on the edge of the bed and wrapped him up in his quilt before turning to start building up the fire. "You know, I've been wanting to get into your bed for a while, and now it's because it's raining." Silver whined. Vale snorted.
"You should ask, none of this hinting business." Vale replied as he stood up, bruised knees aching from a recent arrest. "I ignore subtle hints. If you want something, ask for it." He swept messy hair out of Silver's eyes as he dragged fingers over his forehead. "I'm going to make coffee, you need a hot drink."
"No whiskey?"
"I can mix some into the coffee." He added a generous splash of whiskey to Silver's cup and left his own without alcohol. He held the glass out to Silver. "It's spiked, so it should be to your taste." He took it and smiled. Vale checked that the fire was happily burning away before taking a seat next to Silver. Silver lightly clinked his mug against Vale's.
"It was a nice night."
"It still is."
"Its raining."
"But its getting quite warm in here." Vale said. "Dinner was nice, and the offer to walk me home was too."
"And the opportunity to cuddle in front of a roaring fire?"
"I'm not the cuddling kind."
"For me?" Vale sighed. "C'mon, you know you want to." Silver pouted and Vale knew that he didn't need to use his glamour to get what he wanted. He wrapped his free arm around Silver's shoulders and pulled him tight against his side.
Silver's lips were cold but tasted like whiskey, and they kept going until they were warm, and the whiskey burnt on Vale's tongue.
And no one died!
Awww, they’re so cute! I loved this! Also big congrats on not murdering anyone, I’m proud. Thanks for making it, was awesome.
Hiya could you do it’s so cold for Vale and Silver, please? Thanks.
"It's so cold."
"You should have worn a coat." Vale muttered before sweeping his eyes over Silver, taking in the greyish palour to his skin and the almost blue tinge to his lips. He quickly pulled his coat off and wrapped it around the Fae's shoulders. "We need to get you inside." He took Silver's hand, like ice in his grip, and tarted walking faster, pulling Silver along.
He pulled Silver into his rooms, up the stairs and toward his bedroom. He sat Silver on the edge of the bed and wrapped him up in his quilt before turning to start building up the fire. "You know, I've been wanting to get into your bed for a while, and now it's because it's raining." Silver whined. Vale snorted.
"You should ask, none of this hinting business." Vale replied as he stood up, bruised knees aching from a recent arrest. "I ignore subtle hints. If you want something, ask for it." He swept messy hair out of Silver's eyes as he dragged fingers over his forehead. "I'm going to make coffee, you need a hot drink."
"No whiskey?"
"I can mix some into the coffee." He added a generous splash of whiskey to Silver's cup and left his own without alcohol. He held the glass out to Silver. "It's spiked, so it should be to your taste." He took it and smiled. Vale checked that the fire was happily burning away before taking a seat next to Silver. Silver lightly clinked his mug against Vale's.
"It was a nice night."
"It still is."
"Its raining."
"But its getting quite warm in here." Vale said. "Dinner was nice, and the offer to walk me home was too."
"And the opportunity to cuddle in front of a roaring fire?"
"I'm not the cuddling kind."
"For me?" Vale sighed. "C'mon, you know you want to." Silver pouted and Vale knew that he didn't need to use his glamour to get what he wanted. He wrapped his free arm around Silver's shoulders and pulled him tight against his side.
Silver's lips were cold but tasted like whiskey, and they kept going until they were warm, and the whiskey burnt on Vale's tongue.
And no one died!
Oh my god, yes! That would be awesome and I’d read the hell out of it!
Raziel referring to Kai as Irene's Prince makes me want to write a fic about them getting trapped in a fairy tale. I do not need more ideas until I finish what has already been started
Yeah, Irene gets up to a lot of shenanigans.
Irene: Do you think all of my wanted posters are for petty theft?
Irene: [Several stolen books fall from her jacket]
Irene:
Irene: Well, that’s part of it.
Also the murders.
Irene: Do you think all of my wanted posters are for petty theft?
Irene: [Several stolen books fall from her jacket]
Irene:
Irene: Well, that’s part of it.
Sometimes (actually quite often) Kai is wonderfully impractical but still super sweet!
Irene: When you said you did magic in bed, this isn’t what I expe-
Kai: [holding up the ace of spades] Is this your card?
Irene: Holy shit…
This is wonderful! Kai just laughing in the background, like this is gonna take forever to explain.
Vale: We’re not gonna burn it
Irene: C'mon dude, you never let me burn anything
Wow, I didn’t know that. Thanks for a cool fact! I’m a massive nerd for language. I mean since Vale is a detective he should be pretty up to date in slang, I didn’t realise that I needed Vale saying dude in my life until today, you have given me a great gift!
Vale: We’re not gonna burn it
Irene: C'mon dude, you never let me burn anything
Is that a word in his world? Cause otherwise he’d just be majorly confused like most people are with Irene.
Vale: We’re not gonna burn it
Irene: C'mon dude, you never let me burn anything
Lmao, they all have such nuts lives!
Vale: We’re not gonna burn it
Irene: C'mon dude, you never let me burn anything
Perhaps. A lady never tells.
Vale: We’re not gonna burn it
Irene: C'mon dude, you never let me burn anything
And Silver gets his whole diabolical fae shebang.
Vale: We’re not gonna burn it
Irene: C'mon dude, you never let me burn anything
And that’s his treat: Irene gets some arson, Kai gets some grievous criminal assault. They’re both very happy.
Vale: We’re not gonna burn it
Irene: C'mon dude, you never let me burn anything
Yeah, we’ve got to let Irene have some treats at least. She is currently well below the ideal quotient for punching Silver.
Vale: We’re not gonna burn it
Irene: C'mon dude, you never let me burn anything
When Vale is the responsible one, you know you’ve got to worry!
Vale: We're not gonna burn it
Irene: C'mon dude, you never let me burn anything
That really is navel-gazing, sorry but I just thought of that appalling pun!
Here's a little secret about me, I hate the word belly. You will never ever hear me say it and very very rarely see me writing it, I avoid it whenever possible
"You... Don't have a navel?" Irene said, almost frowning as her eyes glided down Kai's firm muscles, following the trail that her fingers had made as she unbuttoned his shirt.
"A what?"
"Navel? A belly button? Do... Do dragons lay eggs?"
"Of course. What did you expect?"
"I don't know!" She exclaimed. "Have you never been with a human before?" He ruffled his hair. "I thought, well, you implied, that you'd had a good many partners."
"No, I said that I was good in bed. No, there were no humans before you." He said. "And I take it that you've never been with a dragon then?"
"No, only humans... Well, there was a vampire once." She shrugged. "Never a dragon. God, that's weird."
"What's a navel?" She opened her mouth, and shut it again.
"Well it's... Well, do you know what an umbilical cord is?"
"I have vague memories from a biology class well over ten years ago." He said. "Something to do with repro... Do humans not have gen-"
"We do!" Irene interrupted. "I just assumed that your bodies would be identical to humans." There was a side note that she hoped that they were... compatible. "No, its to carry nutrients to the foetus before we are born. Everyone has one, its a small mark on our stomachs."
"Really?" Kai wrinkled her nose. Irene sighed and started on the ties of her dress. "Oh..."
"Shush." She muttered, she let the dress pool to fall at her feet before starting on the strings of her corset. "Men have it so easier with fashion." She said, not unkindly but with a sharp edge.
"I'm more than happy to help." He smirked as Irene managed to get the knot undone and parted the boned fabric at her chest. "Heaven and earth, how many times have you been stabbed?"
"Not that many times? Maybe four or five times?" She said, looking down.
"That one is awful." He said, putting his index finger on her navel.
"That's my navel." She said. "I guess it's technically a scar?"
"But you said it was so you could eat as a baby."
"No, it- have you ever studied human biology? And- oh you- you're messing with me, aren't you?" He grinned and nodded.
"I'll admit that I have never seen one in real life and was unaware that it does in fact look like a scar." He said. "But I'm not that dim."
"You are the worst."
"Yeah, but you like me anyway." He said, stroking her jaw. "It looks weird though."
"Says the man without a navel."
"Technically, not a man."
Irene doesn’t know how good she’s got it, that sounds epic!
Irene: Guns can kill. Knives can kill. [Holds up Kai] Even pets, launched at a great speed, could kill
Vale: nO-
Ooh, I understand the belly thing, it’s just a strange word. This is great fluff!
Here's a little secret about me, I hate the word belly. You will never ever hear me say it and very very rarely see me writing it, I avoid it whenever possible
"You... Don't have a navel?" Irene said, almost frowning as her eyes glided down Kai's firm muscles, following the trail that her fingers had made as she unbuttoned his shirt.
"A what?"
"Navel? A belly button? Do... Do dragons lay eggs?"
"Of course. What did you expect?"
"I don't know!" She exclaimed. "Have you never been with a human before?" He ruffled his hair. "I thought, well, you implied, that you'd had a good many partners."
"No, I said that I was good in bed. No, there were no humans before you." He said. "And I take it that you've never been with a dragon then?"
"No, only humans... Well, there was a vampire once." She shrugged. "Never a dragon. God, that's weird."
"What's a navel?" She opened her mouth, and shut it again.
"Well it's... Well, do you know what an umbilical cord is?"
"I have vague memories from a biology class well over ten years ago." He said. "Something to do with repro... Do humans not have gen-"
"We do!" Irene interrupted. "I just assumed that your bodies would be identical to humans." There was a side note that she hoped that they were... compatible. "No, its to carry nutrients to the foetus before we are born. Everyone has one, its a small mark on our stomachs."
"Really?" Kai wrinkled her nose. Irene sighed and started on the ties of her dress. "Oh..."
"Shush." She muttered, she let the dress pool to fall at her feet before starting on the strings of her corset. "Men have it so easier with fashion." She said, not unkindly but with a sharp edge.
"I'm more than happy to help." He smirked as Irene managed to get the knot undone and parted the boned fabric at her chest. "Heaven and earth, how many times have you been stabbed?"
"Not that many times? Maybe four or five times?" She said, looking down.
"That one is awful." He said, putting his index finger on her navel.
"That's my navel." She said. "I guess it's technically a scar?"
"But you said it was so you could eat as a baby."
"No, it- have you ever studied human biology? And- oh you- you're messing with me, aren't you?" He grinned and nodded.
"I'll admit that I have never seen one in real life and was unaware that it does in fact look like a scar." He said. "But I'm not that dim."
"You are the worst."
"Yeah, but you like me anyway." He said, stroking her jaw. "It looks weird though."
"Says the man without a navel."
"Technically, not a man."
Excellent pun!
Someone needs to stop giving me the opportunity to kill characters
You always have a choice, don’t pretend you don’t enjoy being a mass murderer of all my faves!
Someone needs to stop giving me the opportunity to kill characters
Ooh, tension! Ao guang ships it. Thanks for writing this, it was very fun.
Hiya, can I get may I have this dance for whoever you fancy writing it for, please?
"May I have this dance?" Ao Guang asked Irene, offering her a gloved hand, black silk she decided as she carefully lay her hand atop of his, conscious of Kai watching her. She could feel the power through the gloves, there was no shielding the strength of a dragon, even in human skin.
"I'd love to, though I confess to not being much of a dancer." She said letting him lead her toward the other swirling dancers. "I will try my hardest not to tread on your toes." He had similar laugh to Kai's, very soft and low, like the gentle rumble of a vintage car.
"Well, I hope that I do not tread on yours, I usually watch these things, but I wanted the opportunity to talk to you without arranging a formal meeting. Those things are so much effort and take up so much time."
"Oh, I am beginning to realise that too." Fear gripped her despite the forced lightness in her voice. "I... What is it that you wished to discuss? If it's something serious, than maybe a meeting is necessary."
"No, I wanted to thank you."
"Thank me? For what?"
"A good many things I believe. Shall we start with Venice?" He swept her in a turn and straight onto the dance floor. He caught her with the poise and grace of a professional dancer and she wished that she could claim to have the same set of skill. She'd attended plenty of dance classes in her youth, but she'd never enjoyed being on show in such a manner.
"You really don't need to thank me for that." She said, following his lead in the steps of the waltz, trying not to count the music beats aloud, rather than just in the back of her head to keep in time.
"You saved my son from a fate that many consider to be worth than death, as my brother tells me, at great risk to your own safety, and at the risk of your position in the Library."
"Kai is, was, my responsibility." She said. "It was through my own action that his kidnapping was able to take place. I do not deserve gratitude."
"I will have to disagree. From all accounts, you risked your life for my son, for that, I will be eternally grateful and in your debt. For your assistance in Paris, and your discretion, I also thank you, we would have been unable to get a treaty without your presence." She blushed a little bit. "Truly Irene. Or, do you prefer miss Winters?"
"Irene is just fine." She said, smiling. She caught a glimpse of Kai. "Your son is important to me, I was always going to go after him, I do regret asking him to meet me in Paris somewhat, he was kidnapped and injured due to the... Events, but I would not have succeeded without him."
"He said you were humble." Ao Guang's eyes flashed happily, sparking like stars in midnight skies. "He also speaks very highly of you, he has a great deal of faith and trust in you, I am glad that he's finally got someone as loyal as he is. You're a good match." Was there more implied there? They certainly were a good match, but Irene had no desire to made it a publicly known relationship. What had Kai said to his father?
The music swelled before slowly ebbing away. Ao Guang kissed the back of Irene's hand before she dipped into a curtsey and he bowed.
"I believe that my son wishes to be your next partner." He said as Kai made his way over to them. "Thank you for the dance, Irene, and thank you for all that you have done for my family, I am indebted to you."
"I hope I am not interrupting?" Kai said.
"Not at all." Ao Guang said. "Thank you for the dance, Irene, I hope that you enjoy the rest of your time here."
"Thank you, your majesty." Irene smiled as Kai offered her his hand. They waited for Ao Guang to walk away before turning back to the dancers.
"So, are you enjoying yourself?"
"I am, yes. Though I have to say," His hand was warm on her back. "Your father is a better dancer than you are."
Such a Silver move!
Silver: Yeah, we're best friends, but I would totally fuck you if you asked.
Vale: what
Irene: [eating chips as she watches from the background] he said she'd fuck you if you asked.
Ooh, that would be genuinely painful to read! And I think Kai would lose the few remaining fragment of his sanity.
One of these days I am going to have to think of the crackest ship that there is and write something for it
I'm thinking Irene x Ao Shun
My eyes, my eyes!
One of these days I am going to have to think of the crackest ship that there is and write something for it
I'm thinking Irene x Ao Shun
You have a genuine problem! 😂 can’t wait to see who’s in the box this time.
I am not sorry in the slightest
Enjoy Irene crying over the death of...
Read it and find out
Kai is out here straight up speaking the truth we all need.
Kai: Chillax!
Vale: That’s not a word
Kai: Sometimes the ones who deny ‘chillax’ are the ones who need to chillax the most
How have I not seen this before?! It’s awesome
Today’s problem
what do chairs for dragons look like.
He knows her so well. Squee, what a cute couple!
Kai: [gets down on one knee and holds up a small box]
Kai: Irene, will you mar-
Irene: If that’s not a small dagger I can fit in my boot then the answer is no
Kai: …
Kai: [opens box to reveal a small dagger she can fit in her boot]
Kai: Do you think I’m an idiot?
This is awesome, they’re a really talented writer- so enjoy!
Suggested by @pictishdolphinbookworm22
"This is your fault." Silver whined. He lay on his back staring up at the ceiling of the cell. He'd start whining about the filth on his suit when he sat up again. Vale leant his forehead on the bars and slowly exhaled. "You just have to poke your nose in, don't you."
"And you have to break the law, don't you?" Vale sighed. "Should I just give up and pretend that you don't exist?" Silver shot up, sitting bolt up right.
"Why on earth would... What have I been laying in?"
"Four years of dust and dirt. I hypothesise that these rooms flood when the river gets too high, like it did after the storm we had two weeks ago. Hence why the floor is still damp and the plaster is damaged. Four years of dust and dirt, mildew and whatever the river dragged in."
"Ugh. You could have stopped with dust." He climbed to his feet and joined Vale at the bars. "What are you looking at?"
Vale turned to him. "A nuisance." Silver blinked slowly, like a cat.
"How rude."
"I apologise if it hurts to hear the truth." Vale replied, looking away from him. "I'm trying to work out how to get us out of here since you're more worried about your clothes." Silver ran his hand over the shoulder of his suit and wrinkled his nose in disdain at the filth that clung to his fingers. He stared at his hand, and then at Vale's shoulder, and then back down to his hand. He smeared the dirt off and onto Vale's sleeve. Vale jumped back.
"What on earth are you doing?"
"My hand was dirty."
"Your face will be dirty if you keep this up." Vale hissed. "Will you shut up so that I can get us out of here? Or do you want to remain in this cell forever?"
"And spend my days with you? Yes please." Vale muttered something under his breath that seemed to rhyme with 'Silver you piece of quit.' not that Vale would often use such profanity when there were people to hear him, but sometimes the situation, or person, called for it. As long as Winters couldn't hear to call him a hypocrite.
"Have you tried the door handle?" Silver suggested, before trying it himself.
"You're a genius." Vale snapped when the handle wouldn't even budge. "What's your next solution? Turning semi corporeal and slipping through the bars?"
"How stupid do you think I am?" Silver asked, before. "Nevermind. Don't answer that." Vale rolled his eyes.
"Now, unless you have any bright ideas, please be quiet."
"Shout for help."
"Pardon?"
"Shout for help. Tell them I'm not breathing or something and the guard will come to investigate and open the door."
"Why would that work?"
"I saw it in a movie."
"A what?" He sighed.
"Get Winters to show you." Silver said. "Do you want to try that then?"
"I suppose that it wouldn't hurt. You'll have to lay on the floor again."
"I'm already dirty, a little more won't kill me. Hopefully." Silver said, he sat down where he had been before, before carefully laying down with his back to the cell bars. Vale took a deep breath.
"Guard! Guard! He's not breathing!" He waited and a guard started to slowly stroll closer. "He's going to die. What have you done to him?" The guard peered through the bars.
"Will you be quieter if he's dead?" The guard asked. Vale glowered at him. "Our instructions were to keep you here. Nothing about keeping you ali-" Vale's hand shot through the bars and grabbed a fistful of his hair, using it to slam the man's head against the metal bars until he went limp and Vale released him to fall to the ground.
"That works too, I suppose." Silver said, getting up, he went to brush the dirt off himself before remembering. Vale rifled through the guards pockets, finding a small flick knife, a pistol and the keys. The cell key was the sixth that he tried.
"Let's get out of here."
Bold of you to assume Silver would attempt to correct himself, this was his diabolical plan all along!
Vale: Fuck you, Silver!
Silver: Fuck me yourself, Vale!
Vale:
Silver: No, I mean—
Vale: [sigh] Okay.
Silver: Wait, what...?
Vale: [already taking off clothes] Yeah, why not?