#ryan magee smut

[lavender-creame]

Editor's Ecstasy (Ryan Magee x Reader)

| Minors DNI | 18+ only |

7.9k words

Summary: Supermega hires you as a new editor for them, but right before you moved to LA, you roommates canceled on you. Fortunately, Ryan Magee has a spare room for you.

Warnings: smut, nsfw, cursing, boss/ employee relations, unprotected sex, mentions of alcohol

a/n: I pulled an all nighter for this one so y'all best be thankful, mwah <33. You can also find my stuff on a03 at lavender_creame

The sun would be rising sooner than not; but, for the moment being, darkness stretched across the sky; in Los Angeles, it was never truly dark, though, nor was it quiet. Multicolored lights always dotted the sky, and cars were always rushing. Even from the window of the taxi, you could feel the dryness of the air- west coast summers were notoriously brutal. Clutching your cell phone, with nothing else to do besides wait, you anxiously dialed the unfamiliar number of your soon-to-be roommate who seemingly forgot all about your delayed flight; that was if he had even read the message at all. 

The call rang until it hit voicemail, “Hey! You’ve reached Ryan’s cell-” but you hung up before the recorded message could even finish; you had heard it several times already. 

Suddenly, you felt your body jolt with the halt of the taxi, and silently, the driver stepped out. As you stood to follow, your thighs stuck to the leather of the seats before peeling off, reminding you of the heat- you weren’t sure you would ever get used to it; the sounds that filled the city, on the other hand, you took note of, figuring it would eventually all become white noise to you in the same way it had for all of the LA natives.

Glancing across the dimly lit parking lot of the apartment complex, your roommate was nowhere to be found and most likely asleep, just as you had expected. Sighing, you decided on giving him one more call before you would just cut your losses and apologize to the taxi driver, asking him to take you to the nearest hotel for the night. 

The call rang, once again, but this time you heard a ringing from far behind you, accompanied by the slapping of shoes on the ground. You turned to meet the sound and although the ringing stopped, the footsteps continued until they had found their way into the light of the street lamp that you and the taxi fell under; a wave of relief washing over you, you placed your phone back into your pocket. 

Your gaze first met the apologetic smile of your temporary roommate, as well as new boss, before traveling up to meet his eyelids that fell heavy with exhaustion and further up to see his long, deep brown hair fraught with bedhead and thrown into a loose low ponytail. Taking a step back, you studied his figure for a moment, his graphic t-shirt held the form of his broad shoulders and although baggy, tapered a bit at where his waist was, his black shorts were placed low on his hips and his socks were patterned and peeked through his black slides. He looked utterly exhausted and his outfit didn’t match even a bit; you couldn’t help but giggle, although a slight melancholy feeling sat in the back of your mind.

You had obviously seen Ryan before, to an extent, through pictures and videos and such, but this was the first time you had met him in person. In a way, it was a moment you’d dreamed of for years: officially meeting your boss for the job you had always wanted. Unfortunately, however, standing awkwardly in a parking lot wasn’t exactly how you had imagined it; you thought you would walk into an office and shake his hand firmly, you would be dressed in an outfit that made you feel confident, and you would be calm and collected; in your vision, he would be too. However, in an unfortunate turn of events, both of you stood in the stale air of the LA night dressed in pajamas and sweats, bags under your eyes, visibly anxious, messy hair, and exhausted- there was no handshake, and you were less than confident to say the very least. Contrastingly, your focus once again settled on Ryan, and you noticed a modest and natural conviction that seemed to be a part of his aura; he was unfazed, besides his weariness from the late hours of the night. Under the soft light of the street lamp, the details of his face weren’t the easiest to make out, but you noticed a kindness to his features.

Out of breath, Ryan repented, “Y/n, oh my god. I am so sorry, I hope you didn’t have to stand out here too long.”

The sheepish look of Ryan was hard not to tease, but it was clear he was more embarrassed about keeping you waiting than how he looked; either way, you were just thankful that you wouldn’t have to spend your night looking for a room at a hotel. As you replied with gentle reassurance, he peaked over your shoulder to the taxi driver unpacking your bags. Ryan had obviously just then noticed his presence, and quickly left you by the passenger door, waddling over to join him. 

Standing at the trunk next to the driver, Ryan huffed out an apology to him as well, fumbling with his wallet in the process. Eventually, he managed to pull out a few bills to pay for the fare and a few more for a sizable tip, assumingly to make up for any time the driver had to waste waiting for him. 

You tried to stop Ryan, but there was no point. The taxi driver was already stepping back into the car, not caring who paid him as long as he got what he was due, and as for Ryan, the only response he humored you with was a long, hearty yawn. You groaned, already trying to come up with ways you would make it up to him; you felt guilty, but he was indifferent.

The taxi left the lot, leaving you and Ryan with all the luggage that littered the pavement. You cringed, already regretting packing so much. The only thought in your mind was sleep and the last thing you wanted to do was to take two trips up to the apartment; immediately, you began scoping out just how many bags you thought you could manage to carry at once, attempting mental math. On the other hand, Ryan had already stepped in front of you and began to pile bags onto himself.

You watched Ryan from behind in awe, appreciating his spontaneity, and even more, the way the backpack straps hugged his broad shoulders when he threw them over his bicep. Almost instantly, however, you caught yourself, and quickly looked away as your cheeks heated; you were a bit embarrassed that you were looking at your boss in such a way, you weren’t sure why you did it. 

Once he was finished, completely covered in bags, he had one backpack on each shoulder, a large duffle bag thrown across his chest, and was holding smaller bags in each hand, leaving you with only a small suitcase to pull behind you and a tote bag you were already holding. 

Seemingly too tired to genuinely talk, Ryan mumbled a quaint, “This way,” and nodded towards the apartments as he started forward. You quickly jogged to catch up with him before meeting his pace as he led the way through the building. After he guided you down several, identical, barely lit hallways you stopped keeping track of the path he took and instead pondered how you had managed to room with your boss in the first place. 

A month earlier, you had found yourself fresh out of film school and pulling yet another all-nighter while finishing some video projects clients had requested for you to edit and record. Long story short, you had received an email from Supermega for an editor and cameraman. Even though you hadn’t really heard of Matt and Ryan before, you quickly accepted after looking up their channel. Unfortunately, a few days before leaving for California, your would-be roommates called saying they had given the room to someone else and after searching for a place to stay with no luck, Ryan said he had an extra room for you until you could get on your feet.

Traveling up the elevator to the seventh floor, the two of you arrived at his, and now your, apartment.

“We’re here,” Ryan snapped you out of your sleepy daze.

You watched as he gently set down the luggage he was holding to feel for his keys in his pocket, before crossing his hand over to his other and finally finding them.

 As you watched Ryan drowsily search for his keys, you stood next to him, a bit self-conscious that Ryan was doing so much for you; you hoped he didn’t mind. As he swiftly pulled the keys out from the pocket of his shorts, they slipped from his grasp; you were already moving to pick them up from the carpeted ground, but so was he. 

Your fingers met atop the keys and you froze, looking up to meet Ryan’s gaze. At this point, you were suddenly more than thankful for the dark hallways, as you were sure a light blush had reached your cheeks. The distance between the two of you was so short that you were close enough then to take in his scent and notice the patterns in the browns of his eyes; you stared at his lips. Ryan lifted his hand carefully, and you made the move to grab the keyring, the two of you standing up at the same time. You studied his scruffy jawline for just a moment before quickly taking a step back and moving your focus over to the door, then back to him.

“Sorry, I just-” you mumbled out, “here,” you raised your hand awkwardly, handing him the keys.

“Um- yeah, okay,” Ryan nodded before opening the door.

You lifted the bag he had set on the ground and wandered into the dark apartment; Ryan held the door for you. “Lights,” Ryan sleepily grumbled, nodding his head towards the light switch as he set down your bags.

Once the lights were on, you took a step forward, studying the apartment. It was a nice open concept and you were standing in the small kitchen with an island that led into a living space with a comfy-looking couch. The apartment wasn’t particularly dirty, but there were definitely a few objects and clothing littered around.

“Sorry about the mess, I’ll get it in the morning, it’s just been a busy few weeks- which is why you’re here, obviously, but yeah um…” He stated in a sort of jumbled mess of words. 

Rubbing his eyes, he led you to a door and opened it. “This is actually my bedroom, but I was using yours as a storage space and- you know what?” he cut himself off, yawning, “It’s not worth explaining, we’ll talk in the morning,” and with that, he waddled over to the couch and plopped down, cozying himself up with a soft blanket and gray decorative pillow, “Night.”

Finally realizing he meant for you to take his bed, in his room, you began to protest, “Ryan what are you talking about? I can’t take your bed, you’re already so kind for letting me stay here in the first place, and-”, but it was no use. He was already knocked out and it was clear there was no waking him. 

You took this opportunity to study his features- they had turned softer in his slumber; you smiled.

 After begrudgingly turning off the lights and walking to his room, you stripped to just your panties and the tank top you wore underneath your sweatshirt. 

Rolling into bed, you couldn’t help but breathe in the scent that lingered in his bedding. You recognized it from earlier, reminding yourself of the warmth that radiated off his towering figure and becoming a bit thankful for your original apartment plans not working out before giving in to the urge to sleep.

-

Waking up still surrounded by Ryan’s scent, you yawned, feeling the morning sun on your skin and cherishing the comfiness, before finally deciding to climb out of bed. After slipping on your shorts, you quietly peeked your head out of the bedroom and you saw Ryan still sound asleep on the couch; you let out a sigh of relief. Your eyes gazed across his sleeping form and you remembered the night before- Ryan waking up in the middle of the night for you, paying for your taxi, carrying most of your bags, and most of all, you remembered how the only reason you were even here in the first place was because Ryan was kind enough to let you stay in his apartment. More than grateful for his generosity, you decided that the least you could do was make him some breakfast.

Working quickly before Ryan could wake up, you opened the fridge finding eggs, bacon, some vegetables, and a couple of other ingredients, and began cooking with haste. 

As you cracked the second egg for Ryan’s omelet, you heard a big yawn from the couch. Turning towards the sound, you saw a sleepy Ryan who must have taken his hair down. Now that light filled the apartment, you could see him much better, fully appreciating his long brown hair that matched his tired eyes.

“Morning y/n” Ryan mumbled huskily, his deeper morning voice replacing his usual tone while lifting himself from the couch. He began heading for the kitchen, eventually dragging his feet towards the fridge and pulling out a carton of milk before setting it on the island counter. 

Taking a big whiff of the air and glimpsing over your shoulder, Ryan suddenly looked a bit more awake, “Wait, are you making breakfast?” he questioned, noticeably intrigued as he tied back up his hair. 

“Yeah, but you weren’t supposed to wake up yet,” you greeted him with a mix of amusement and slight embarrassment, “but yeah I made omelets and bacon.”

Ryan raised his eyebrows and nodded looking content with your answer. 

You suddenly felt Ryan’s presence behind you as he reached for a cabinet above your head, he was careful not to push his body hard against yours, and instead brushed lightly against your back. As Ryan took the handle of the cabinet with one hand, his fingers lightly held your waist with his other, as if to let you know there was no need for you to move for him. Your tank top had already been raised a bit at your waist so you felt the warmth of his hand clearly, and tried not to pay too much attention to how long his rough fingers lingered on your skin. In this position, you were forced to merely stare down at the omelet you were making in hopes your boss didn’t notice your obvious blush.

As Ryan removed himself, as well as his hand, he set two glasses on the island and spoke as he tilted the now opened carton over one of them, “I’m pouring myself some milk, do you want anything?” 

Attempting to collect yourself before answering, you paused, trying to hide your flustered state, “Uh, yeah. I’ll um…” You took a deep breath and shook your head a bit so as to shake the lewd thoughts out of your mind, “I’ll just have water, I guess.”

Raising an eyebrow, Ryan opened the fridge, placing the milk back in, “You sure? I think I have some orange juice that’s still good in here.”

Pulling at the edge of your tank top to cover the skin at your waist that his touch still lingered on, you finally caught your breath replying, “Nope. I’m all good with water.”

With that, Ryan simply shrugged his shoulders and filled your glass before sitting at the island across from where you were cooking. 

As you finished, the two of you settled into each other’s silent presence. You could tell just from this small moment together that you and Ryan were similar in many ways; the two of you preferred the quiet to awkward small talk, for you both seemed to understand that there was no rush to getting to know each other and that it would happen in its own time.

Once his omelet was done, you rested it on a plate that you had found in one of the cabinets and slid it in front of Ryan with a serving of bacon. 

The two of you ate in silence just appreciating each other’s company and every once in a while, discretely stealing glances.

Ryan eventually broke the silence after taking a sip from his glass, “Thank you for breakfast, of course, but please don’t feel like you need to do this kind of stuff for me. I really don’t mind giving you a place to stay until you can find somewhere else, it’s the least I can do, really.” he said, finishing the last of his bacon.

A bit unsure of how to reply, you decided to ask about your luggage instead, “I wasn’t sure where to move my bags or I would’ve gotten them out of your way.” 

Ryan scratched his scruffy beard at your change in topics, figuring it wasn’t worth commenting on. He glanced at your bags sitting at the door. 

Letting out a quick huff, Ryan groaned seemingly to himself, “Yeah we gotta do something about that.” 

Suddenly, Ryan stood up from the island grabbing both empty plates, and walked them to the sink, leaving you at the island.

As you noticed him begin to wash the dishes, you spoke up to stop him, “I was going to wash those, you weren’t supposed to have to do anything this morning.”

Ryan let you finish your complaint, but paid it little mind, “You cooked, so I clean,” he stated matter of factly.

Nodding, you began to understand Ryan a bit more. You could tell he was a bit stubborn, despite his kindness, clearly enjoying doing things his own way. You took in how Ryan looked, spoke, and moved, silently hoping he was doing the same for you. You had only officially met him a few hours ago, yet you definitely began to catch feelings for him, and were a bit embarrassed of such. 

You watched Ryan take each plate carefully in his hand before washing it, and you had noted the tenderness he used. You blushed again thinking about the way Ryan gently caressed your waist the same way his hands ran over the plate, and you wondered if he was just as gentle when-

“So what do you think about all of this so far?” Ryan broke the silence once again, glancing over his shoulder, “Do you think you’ll be able to start working tomorrow?”

Lost in your thoughts, Ryan had startled you, obviously catching you a bit off guard.

Before you could reply, Ryan noticed your surprise and spoke again, pulling his hands out of the soapy water and drying them off before leaning his back on the counter to face you, “What’s on your mind? I hope sharing an apartment with me isn’t too awkward for you. I’m sure you would rather room with another chick, but I wasn’t sure what else to do for the time being,” he explained, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly.

Ryan’s bashful smile from the night before had now returned, and you couldn’t help but giggle. 

He was nervous about you not feeling comfortable around him, but in reality, you were lost in your thoughts, thinking about the exact opposite, “What? No! That’s not a problem at all,” you tried to bite down your laughter, so as to convince him of your seriousness, “I couldn’t even begin to express my gratitude for you- I’m just tired from the long flight, that’s all,” you reassured him hoping he’d buy the excuse, “and to answer your question, I’d honestly like to start working today if possible; I like to keep myself busy.”

Ryan stared at you, looking for any sign of dishonesty or hesitation, but seemed pleased enough for the moment being, “Alright,” he nodded and signaled you to follow him.

The two of you wandered away from the kitchen and he silently led you down a short hallway. Eventually, he pointed at two doors explaining that one would be your room, when he finished cleaning it, of course, and the other was the shared bathroom. Then, he opened another door to a room filled with PCs, recording equipment, and other miscellaneous props.

“Back when Matt used to live here, the second desk and computer belonged to him, but when he moved in with his girlfriend,” Ryan rolled his eyes jokingly emphasizing the last word before continuing, “he said he’d been planning to buy a new PC anyways, so he decided to just leave it here. You’re welcome to use it, of course, when we're not at the Supermegaplex that is, but I noticed you also brought a lot of your own stuff too so don’t feel pressured to use anything you don’t want to.”

As Ryan spoke of Supermega, he began to sound more and more like the Ryan you saw in videos; bubbly and a bit sarcastic. You watched him lean on the door frame of the room with his arms crossed, defining his muscular biceps. His eyes lit up as he talked about the channel; you could tell how proud he was of it.

 “Anyways, we have a segment to film tomorrow if you’re down, but as for today, I’ll send over the podcast for you to edit. If you have any questions, just let me know,” Ryan finished, tucking a stray piece of hair behind his ear as he turned out of the room. 

You watched him walk down the hallway and open the door of your room with a sigh, clearly not thrilled to clean it. As for you, you settled into what used to be Matt’s chair, closing your eyes for a moment, just taking in the realness of the opportunity given to you. You were so excited to start this new part of your life, especially with Ryan. Trying not to get too attached to the idea of anything more intense happening between the two of you, you opened up Premiere and began editing; your reason for being in LA in the first place.

-

“RYAN STOP!” Matt screamed childishly into the mic of the recording room as Ryan laughed hysterically on the couch next to him.

Every day, you felt luckier to be in California editing for Matt and Ryan, cherishing every stupid moment with the even stupider Supermega boys; although, it did take some time to get used to parts of their humor (you had to look away on more than a few occasions when one of the boys decided it would be a good time to drop their pants on camera). Your roommate was always a plus too, and by the second week, both of you had gotten accustomed to each other’s presence. You found his introverted nature charming, and although he had a few odd habits, like his obsession with milk, you couldn’t help but feel admiration for his humble attitude and ability to make you laugh.

“Matthew, I have no idea what your problem with me is, but you absolutely need to swallow a chill pill,” Ryan said jokingly in a serious tone as he purposely messed with Matt, “My chill pill, like swallow my pill- my large, erect pill. Get it, Matt? I’m telling you to-”

Matt cut him off, already done with Ryan’s antics, “Yes Ryan. I get that you want me to suck you off, but we’re making a video right now, so it’s going to have to wait.”

You were recording for the boys with one hand on the camera and your other hand placed over your lips, attempting not to laugh. Ryan’s big, brown eyes met with yours as you tried not to make too much noise and he couldn’t help but subconsciously smile at you before continuing with the bit.

By the end of the video, the boys had managed to make quite a mess of the room, including more than one spilled drink, “Shit, Matt. We really fucked up this time,” Ryan said displeased with what they had done.

All three of you studied the floor that had been covered in all kinds of trash and liquid during the recording of a mailroom video.

“Yeah, we should probably start putting down a tarp or something before we record,” Matt said nonchalantly, “Hey, y/n, can you grab something to wipe this up?”

You, however, a step ahead of the boys, had already begun to place the camera down, and were starting to head towards the door, “On it.”

Strolling down the hallway, and into the kitchen, you sighed, realizing you didn’t know where most of the cleaning supplies were. Opening the cabinets, you managed to find a few rolls of paper towels and grabbed one. Suddenly, you thought back at how much had been spilled and quickly grabbed one more roll, just in case. Holding one in your hand, and placing the other under your arm, you made your way back toward the recording room, hoping this was enough to at least start cleaning up. You thought about how you would apologize for still not knowing the kitchen layout even after 2 weeks.

As you walked up to the door, you faintly heard your name being spoken by Matt, “Well what about y/n?”

Acknowledging your name, you grabbed the handle of the door, about to turn it, but something about the tone it was said in made you second guess walking in; you realized it probably wasn’t his intention for you to hear him. 

Baffling even yourself, you watched your hand silently release the door handle and fall to your side. You took a careful step back so as to not make your presence known and pressed your back against the wall opposite the way the door opens.

You had always wondered what was said about you when you weren’t around, sure everyone does a bit, but you never imagined yourself going to such lengths to actually find out. In fact, you were a bit embarrassed of doing something so childish, yet couldn’t find it in you to stop; you were eager to hear what Matt, and especially Ryan, truly thought of you. 

“Y/n? No, Matt. Definitely not,” Ryan responded in a harsh whisper.

“Come on man, you can’t lie to me, we’re literally best friends. I see the way you look at her. What about when we were just recording and she started giggling all cute like and you smiled and she blushed and-” Matt responded snarkily and a bit louder than he meant to, but Ryan quickly cut Matt off, shushing him. At the same time, you heard a grunt from the whinier voice, so you could assume Ryan had elbowed him. Your breath caught in your chest and your face began to heat up.

“Dude, shut up! She’s going to hear you!” 

Now, you officially knew the conversation wasn’t meant for your ears. However, you were too deep in to stop, so you lightly placed your ear against the wall. 

Ryan sighed before continuing, “It’s not like that, but even if it was,” Ryan paused and you held your breath, “I would never want her to feel pressured, I mean not only am I her boss, I’m her roommate. I could never do that to her.”

Your eyes widened and you backed up from the wall, unable to process what was said. You tried to shift the words around in your head, you tried to find any other meaning for them, but you couldn’t. Ryan liked you. Ryan felt the same way about you that you felt about him, but he didn’t want to hurt or pressure you. You thought about that first morning the two of you shared together and remembered the sheepish smile he looked at you with as he apologized for ‘the situation’ he had ‘put you in’ by not being another girl for you to room with instead. Everything made sense, all of it: the nights he would abruptly stand up from the couch you two shared and would retreat back to his room for the night, the times he would rush out of the house after eating breakfast with you, and the times he would refuse to drink much around you at all. You had to do something, you had to let him know, but you knew you couldn’t do it here. Taking a deep breath, you turned around and quickly crept back into the kitchen so as to not raise suspicion.

Once you were far enough away from the recording room, you spoke up, pretending you had been there all along, “Can one of you guys help me? I don’t know where some of the cleaning supplies are.” 

After a few seconds passed, you heard footsteps and saw Ryan standing bashfully in front of you. The two of you stared at each other for a moment until you saw him look down at the paper towels you were holding. He thought about what else he should grab before walking past you and opening a cabinet that held some carpet cleaner and trash bags.

You paused before speaking to him, “I’m sorry, I know it’s a hassle for you to have to help me with something so simple, but I-”

Ryan, making his way over to you, quickly interrupted your apology, grabbing one of the paper towel rolls from your hand. 

He stared down at you, and you up at him, his eyes completely genuine, “Y/n. Don’t ever apologize for needing help. It was unfair of us to expect you to know where everything is when you’re still new here. If anything, it’s me who owes you an apology, okay?”

As he grabbed the roll, your fingers brushed, sending sparks throughout your entire body and the two of you stood there for just a moment before Ryan purposefully slid his thumb against your hand, waiting for you to respond. You, however, were breathless and said nothing, just staring back at him.

“Okay?” Ryan egged on a response one more time. You nodded slowly and broke eye contact to look down as to hide your blush, and Ryan did the same, taking a step back. 

The two of you silently made your way back into the recording room to see Matt with arms full of paper, plastic, and cardboard.

“You guys sure took your sweet time,” Matt mumbled out before speaking up, “Ryan, do me a favor and hold that garbage bag open for me.”

-

A couple of weeks had passed since the mailroom situation and everything was going better than you ever could have imagined. The boys were all super funny, and kind, and everything you could have hoped for. Even though you were offered a workspace in the ‘Supermegaplex’, you decided to do most of your editing at your’s and Ryan’s apartment. You knew the living arrangements between the two of you were only temporary, but you wanted to cherish it while you still could.

The boy was definitely a homebody more than anything else and so you noticed Ryan didn’t really leave the apartment unless he needed to, hence why the two of you would spend most nights on the couch with a couple of beers and maybe a joint, playing video games or watching a movie; this night was no different.

“And so I’m on hour two of editing this video, trying to figure out how to do it in a way that actually makes you guys sound funny,” you say barely holding in your giggles as you stared at Ryan who was across from you on the couch, “and Matt walks in, like the idiot he is, not asking the last time I saved, and pulled the plug of the computer, erasing literally everything I had done!”

Ryan now was laughing too, letting out his classic chuckle as he took a sip of his beer.

“Anyways, needless to say, I yelled at him before making him do all the editing on that Let’s Play.”

Placing his now empty can on the coffee table, he spoke with a playful smile, “Remind me not to get on your bad side.”

The two of you giggled again before you shifted your focus to the television, “Ryan this movie is awful, can we please put something else on?”

His eyebrows furrow in response, “Y/N, you say that as if you’ve actually been paying attention to it.”

“Yeah, whatever,” you rolled your eyes jokingly, “Maybe I’d watch it if it were more interesting.”

The remote was sitting on the end table next to Ryan so you tried to reach over him, but as you crawled closer to him, he tensed up a bit, unsure of what you were planning. You did your best to try to reach it without falling on top of him, stretching your body in the process, but Ryan still had to hand it to you, regardless. Ryan did his best not to look at the way your back arched as you reached for the remote or the way your shirt rode up as you did so, exposing a bit of your waist. You pulled away, completely unaware of the dilemma currently playing through Ryan’s head.

Even though Ryan had enjoyed spending most of his free time alone in the past, there was something comforting about your presence that didn’t drain his social battery. You two had a natural and undeniable connection due to your personality- something that Ryan grew attracted to. Ryan would never admit it, but the latter was the real reason he had been considering asking you to just drop your plans to find new roommates, but he worried that it was out of place for him to ask this of you as your boss. 

Because of this, Ryan determined it would be best for him to keep these thoughts to himself, instead deciding he would simply appreciate your company while he could- so when he caught himself glancing at your thighs and ass peeking out of your pajama shorts, or when he had a feeling you were a bit more touchy with him than the others at the ‘Supermegaplex’, he ignored it, doing his best to push away any attraction he began to develop for you.

“Actually, you know what? I’m bored,” you spoke up, breaking Ryan’s contemplation, “How about we play a game?”

Ryan squinted his eyes at you hesitantly, “Uh oh. I don’t know how I feel about that.”

You laughed before continuing, “Come on, it’ll be fun! One full round of Mario Kart, four courses, loser does whatever the winner says,” You looked at Ryan with hopeful eyes when he didn’t respond, “Please, Ryan! We haven’t played Mario Kart in two whole weeks!”

He sighed, “Fine, but if I win, you’re doing my laundry for a week.”

You cheered giddily before turning on the game and setting it to 150cc. The two of you picked your characters carefully; both of you were competitive people, and both of you were eager to win this.

“You’re going down, Magee!” You shouted as the countdown started.

“Yeah right, I can already see it now, a laundryless week full of relaxation,” Ryan replied, cockily.

You won the first round, but Ryan was on your tail the entire race, and the second race was Ryan’s win, but you too were following at a close second. As the third race started, you began to get a bit nervous; it was anyone’s game, and Ryan wasn’t going to give it up easily. Luckily for you though, Ryan got blue-shelled at the very last moment in the race, allowing you to swiftly take the lead. You took a deep breath as the final round started, you knew that it wasn’t over yet, as Ryan could easily tie it all up, which would mean all your hard work was for nothing.

Suddenly, you remembered what you had overheard a couple of weeks back, and even though it was a bit of a low blow, you took your jacket off, leaving you in only an athletics bra; you were hoping it might distract your opponent.

“What’s that for?” Ryan asked skeptically.

You giggled before replying, tossing your hoodie over your shoulder, “It just feels like this race is heating up a bit, so I took off my jacket. Got a problem with it, Magee?”

He couldn’t help but smile at your joke but rolled his eyes, nevertheless, “No problem at all sweetheart, you’re damn right this race is heating up. Expect to eat my dust.”

Sweetheart.

Your breath caught in your chest at the nickname he gave you. Maybe your plan was working out a bit too well.

Perhaps it was a curiosity for whatever plan you had, or perhaps it was because of how determined you looked to win, but Ryan found himself throwing the race once you fell behind him during the last lap. He faked disappointment and allowed you a 3-1 win, even clapping for you in the awards. 

“I told you I’d beat you!” you laughed a bit childishly, throwing your hands in the air, causing your breasts to bounce a bit in the loose-fitting athletics bra, “Alright now to figure out what I want you to do…”

“You didn’t already have something planned?” Ryan questioned.

“Well…” you began, “I could just have you do my laundry for a week, but I was thinking; how do you feel about me staying with you for another couple months in the apartment?”

Ryan’s heart swelled, “Y/N, you can stay with me as long as you’d like. There’s no one whose company I appreciate more; I mean, I like you a lot, Y/N.”

Suddenly, the room felt tenser, and the two of you seemed closer than before. Before you knew it, you were leaning into Ryan, gently placing your lips to his; he pulled away after a moment, though.

“Y/N-” he started, but you cut him off.

“Ryan, please kiss me again,” you begged.

“Fuck,” Ryan groaned before pulling you into another kiss.

You crawled onto his lap to deepen the kiss, teasing his lip with your teeth a bit as your hand snuck to the back of his head, tugging at the roots. Carefully, you ground your hips into Ryan subtly, feeling him slowly harden beneath you.

Ryan once again pulls away from the kiss, this time looking at you intensely and apologetically for a moment before speaking, “Y/N, please don’t do anything you’ll regret.” 

Starting to become annoyed with Ryan, you began kissing his neck and grinding into him harder, pulling a low groan from him. 

“Jesus Christ, Ryan. I’m an adult, aren’t I?” you snapped. 

“Yes, of course, but-” you cut Ryan off by massaging his member through his shorts, crawling off of him to kneel between his knees. 

“Actually, Mr. Magee,” you looked up at him innocently, “I was wondering if you’d just let me suck you off as my prize instead?” 

“Shit, baby,” was all Ryan could muster up as he looked at how pretty you were on your knees for him, pulling you into one more kiss before letting you have your reward.

Removing his cock from his shorts, you stared at him hungrily as his member sprung up proudly, already leaking precum. You were all but drooling at the sight of his girth, imagining what he would feel like inside you; you squeezed your legs together before licking his shaft from hilt to head agonizingly slow, looking into his eyes. Ryan bit back any sounds as you completely removed his pants and boxers, leaving him bare.

Suddenly, you took him all the way into your mouth, not wasting any more time teasing him; you figured he wasn’t the kind of guy who appreciated being teased for too long.

There was no way for Ryan to suppress a needy groan from falling out of his mouth as he hit the back of your throat. He lightly tangled his hand into your hair, encouragingly rubbing gentle circles with his thumb. 

Slowly bobbing your head, you used your hand to work whatever you couldn’t take, giving extra attention to his head with your tongue. You flicked your gaze up to Ryan and felt a shiver run through you when you saw his dark eyes, foggy with lust, watching the scene before him. You weren’t sure what tomorrow would bring, but all you knew now was you wanted to be fucked by Ryan more than anything else.

You pulled off Ryan, kissing his head before speaking, “Can I please ride you, baby?” You asked, drool and precum falling from your chin, eyes looking up at him in a daze.

You could feel his cock twitch in your hand immediately and he held back a groan, “Y/N are you sure you want this? Please don’t let me make you feel obligated to do anything.”

You felt your brows furrow and you stood up to climb back onto his lap. You pulled him into a hungry kiss, tugging at his hair as you did so.

“Ryan, what else do I have to do to show you that I want you to fuck me?” You asked, aggressively nipping at his neck, “I’ve wanted you from the moment I met you. I don’t care if you’re my boss or roommate, hell, I’m sure Justin would love my company for a week or two while I find somewhere to stay.” Grabbing the clasp of your sports bra, you unclip it before tossing it to the side and leaving yourself exposed, “Every day I’ve sat in this apartment yearning for you, and even now I’ve already sucked you off, so do I need to do all the work here, or are you going to finally just loosen up and fuck me into this couch?”

“Y/N baby, I’m so glad your original roommates canceled on you,” Ryan spoke before finally slamming his lips into yours.

With that, he picked you up, your legs wrapped around his waist as he did so.

“Where do you want me?” he asked between kisses.

“Fuck, Ryan,” you moaned as you felt his bare cock nudge up against you, “Your bed, please take me to your bed.”

Ryan kneaded your ass as he took you into his room after nudging open the door. Laying you gently on the bed, he grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it over his head before standing before you in all his glory.

“Ryan, I’ve wanted this for so long,” you couldn’t help but say lovingly.

“Me too, hun, me too,” he replied as he climbed onto the bed.

His finger prodded at the waistband of your panties, slipping down to tease your clothed cunt. “Fuck, you’re already so wet for me,” Ryan says almost subconsciously, "Lift your hips up for me, love.”

You, of course, complied, urgently following his request. 

He pulled the fabric off of you, kissing up your leg, thigh to ankle, as he does so. 

Ryan was beyond gentle, doing everything in his power to give you time to back out between kisses. He carefully spread your legs, nibbling the inside of your thigh before he decided you had dealt with enough teasing; he finally made contact with your cunt. Your toes curled and you let out a quiet moan as your back slightly arched off the bed. 

Ryan slowly made work of your folds, praising you as he did. His tongue ran across your clit, causing you to curse. You grabbed his hair, tangling your fingers in it, searching for stability when Ryan dipped a rough finger into your warmth. At the same time, his lips wrap around your clit in an intense suction. 

Finally opening your eyes, you see Ryan, covered in your slick, looking up at you needily. Wrapping his free hand around your thigh, Ryan pulls your cunt closer to him, causing you to let out a high-pitched noise you didn’t even know you could make. 

You felt a knot forming in your belly as Ryan added another finger, curling them to hit your G spot every time. There was no doubt Ryan was experienced.  

“Come on, baby. Cum for me,” Ryan breathed, “Please baby, I want to feel you fall apart on my tongue.”

Your walls pulsed around his fingers one last time before your grip on Ryan’s hair tightened. His plea had brought you over the edge and your back arched, pushing your cunt into his mouth as you came.

As you came down from your high, Ryan pulled you into a sloppy kiss, allowing you to taste yourself on his lips; you moaned.

“Think you can give me one more, sweetheart?” Ryan asked; you nodded.

“How about this time, you cum on my cock, how does that sound?”

You nodded once more, struggling to speak after such an intense orgasm.

“Sorry baby, what did you say? You don’t have it in you?” Ryan teased.

“Please Ryan, just fuck me already,” You mumbled out.

Ryan bored his needy head up against your hole, dragging it along your folds.

He chuckled before speaking up again, “I know you said earlier that you wanted to ride me, but you can do that another time; for now, let me show you how grateful I am.” 

With that, he began slowly pushing himself into you, sucking on your neck as he did so to try to ease any pain that he worried his girth might give you.

Ryan slowly thrusted in and out of you, gauging your reactions to each thrust of his hips.

“You’re taking me so well, I knew you would,” he groaned, trying to praise you, but you were having none of it.

After a couple of thrusts, it was obvious that Ryan was still hesitant to hurt you, and so his cock moved inside of you at an excruciating pace. 

“Don’t be afraid of breaking me Ryan,” you spoke, “I’m not made of glass, so fuck me so I can feel good.”

Ryan chuckled again, “Sorry baby, I just wanted to make sure you were okay first.”

With his reply, he gripped your hips and began pounding into you.

Immediately, you found yourself completely lost in the pleasure. 

Ryan pulled you into another kiss as he snuck one of his hands to your clit, rubbing harsh circles into it, hoping to encourage a second orgasm from you. You were a moaning mess under him, wrapping your ankles around his hips subconsciously. 

“Fuck, Ryan,” you whined, “I’m close.”

“Me too, Sweetheart,” Ryan replied before adjusting positions so your ankles rested above his shoulders. From this angle, he was ramming into your g spot with every thrust, sending shocks throughout your entire body. 

“You’re so beautiful,” Ryan mumbled between groans, “Cum for me one last time, Sweetheart.”

He didn’t have to ask you twice as you were already on the edge of your high. As you came, Ryan pulled out, cumming on your stomach.

The two of you sat there for a moment catching your breaths before you started laughing, “Ryan, I should probably tell you,” you admitted, “I overheard you and Matt talking after the mailroom video, I’m not usually this forward, I’ve just known.”

Ryan sat up, mouth agape before replying, “Matt’s always too fucking loud, but maybe I’ll let him off the hook just this once,” he said as he pulled you into one last kiss.

[littleskeletonprincessss]

MASTERLIST

This is purely for my own convenience but you're welcome to use it.

💲 Schlatt: 💲

Schlatt Thoughts/Pictures

He's a munch

Better for you

Wedding HCs

Housewife rant

Moaning for him

Step Bro Schlatt

Step Bro Schlatt pt 2

Blurb

Slow Kissing HCs

Pitching a Tent HCs

Anniversary

Dolly Reader

Vague HC

Blurb

Christmas Fluff

Sick

Sick child HCs

Sunburned HCs

Schlatt x SingleMom! Reader

Happy Birthday

🥛 Ted: 🥛

Blurb

Blurb

Christmas Fluff

Fiancée

DILF

🍃 Swaggersouls: 🍃

Blurb

There's been an accident

Christmas Fluff

Dating HCs

Bored

Woken Up

When you're overwhelmed

NSFW HCs

NSFW Blurb

Idiot

Friends

Drunk

🐼 Sapnap: 🐼

He's a munch

Vague HC

Newsies Persona

Vague HC

Blurb

Christmas Fluff

👓 GeorgeNotFound: 👓

The British are coming

Newsies Persona

Blurb

Christmas Fluff

💚 Dreamwastaken: 💚

Daughters Name

Wedding HCs

Newsies Persona

Vague HC

Memory

NSFW Wedding HCs

Blurb

Comforting Dream

Christmas Fluff

Tooth Rotting Fluff

🤖 Ryan Magee: 🤖

I love you

Buzzed

[bigassbowlingballhead]

What you looking at, Ryan?

he's just like me. can't take his eyes off a beautiful man's big fat hairy thighs.

[ghxstlike]

my ao3!

i know i haven’t written here in a long time, and i’m so sorry for that! i am changing to ao3, since i like their lay-out better and it’s more organized. i’ll still post headcanons (maybe) every now and again, but at the moment i’m working on two pieces right now!

one is a fnaf x reader. it’s about reader being the second security guard and being stuck in the building for the night. smut and chaos ensues!

the other one is ryan magee x reader. it’s about the ac being broken in the supermegaplex! smut and other chaos ensues.

my ao3 is ghxstlike! hopefully these intrigue you <3

[ao3feed-themartian]

kink-tober 2021

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3Ghb8lA

by gaymustard

32 fluff/smut works for the end of the year. enjoy.

Words: 528, Chapters: 1/33, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of sluttober 2021

Fandoms: Video Blogging RPF, The Martian (2015), Zach Stone Is Gonna Be Famous, Squid Game (TV 2021), Knives Out (2019)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M, Other

Characters: Original Characters, Dan Avidan, Mark Watney, Ryan Magee, Travis | Traves, Greg LeBlanc, Jeremy Harrington, Mark Fischbach, Hasan Piker, Ethan Nestor, will neff, Matt Watson, Ludwig Ahgren, Charlie | Cr1TiKaL | Penguinz0, Kappa Kaiju (Video Blogging RPF)

Relationships: Dan Avidan & Reader, Mark Watney/Reader, Ryan Magee & You, Mark Fischbach/Ethan Nestor, Mark Fischbach & Ethan Nestor, Travis | Traves/You, greg leblanc/reader, Jeremy Harrington/You, Mark Fischbach/You, Hasan Piker/You, will neff/you, OC/You, Ethan Nestor & You, Seong Gihun & Reader, Ryan Magee/Matt Watson, Ludwig Ahgren/You, Charlie | Cr1TiKaL | Penguinz0/You, Matt Watson/You, Kappa Kaiju (Video Blogging RPF)/Original Character(s)

Additional Tags: Wall Sex, no beta we die like seraphims, Hair-pulling, Sex Toys, Spanking, Knifeplay, Deepthroating, Pillow Talk, Size Kink, Rain Sex, Hate Sex, enemies to sneaky links, Lingerie, Praise Kink, Begging, Suit Sex, Worship, First Kiss, Collars, Gun Kink, Masturbation, Accidental Stimulation, Choking, Prostitution, Overstimulation, Petplay, Wax Play, thigh riding, Window Sex, Spicy Food, Breeding, Sharing Clothes, Corruption, Drunken Confessions, Age Difference, sluttober 2021

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3Ghb8lA

[masterkief]

request: Bruh that last one was 🔥 omg Are you still taking requests? Maybe the reader has anxiety & he helps her when she gets overwhelmed at a party or something (maybe smut idk 😂😈) 💕💕💕

I luv u @cornye-west I hope u luv this too 🥺 there’s not a whole lot of smut but it gets steamy pls forgive me.

- -

Fuck I hated parties.

Watching from a distance, my friends were at the kitchen island throwing back shots of gross, cheap liquor. I could taste it from all their expressions afterward and heaved a bit to myself.

I really hated parties...

With everyone more focused on the booze than with what I was doing, I quietly slipped away to the front porch. Sighing, I sat on the steps and pulled a cigarette from my pack.

“Y/N?”

My insides jumped, the smoke from my cig coating my lungs..forcing a cough out. Stifling the sound of my organs spilling from my throat, I turned to see who spooked me.

“Christ Ryan.” I breathed, flicking ash from my cigarettes burning cherry.

He chuckled and tapped the back of my head playfully.

“You’re such a baby Y/N.” He teased as he sat on the porch chair that was to the left of me.

Shifting on the cool cement, I faced him; taking another drag from my smoke.

“I’m THE baby.” I jokingly corrected him with a childlike tone.

He mouthed the words “oh my god” and lit a cig of his own.

“Enjoying the party?” He asked, exhaling.

My eyes met his before I let them roll into the back of my head.

“I love you and Matt to death.” I stated, throwing my dead smoke towards the street, “But parties just aren’t my thing, you know that.”

Standing, I strode in Ryan’s direction.

“You okay?” He asked, concern draping his voice.

I sighed and playfully ran my fingers through his hair, messing it up on purpose.

“My anxiety is zooming.”

Ryan swatted my hand away and slapped my ass before I straddled the porch railing next to him; staring out to take in the distant city’s lights.

“Wanna go to my place?” He suggested, his voice sounding far off as I zoned out on the city.

“Y/N?”

I hadn’t even noticed that I ignored his suggestion...my mind wondering off. His voice still lingered in my head and after a minute I turned towards him.

“Do. You. Want. To. Go. To. My. Place?” He repeated in a mocking tone.

After another second I thought about telling him no, but considered the alternative of being bored and anxious alone at home so I silently nodded with a grin.

- -

“You really didn’t have to leave just cause of me.” I said once Ryan and I had gotten into his apartment.

Spotting Lego sprawled near the tv, I absentmindedly went to him and plopped myself onto the floor to give him attention.

“You seemed on edge.”

I turned to watch him sit on his couch, propping his legs up on the coffee table.

“You’re too good to me Magee.” I praised, rubbing Lego’s stomach.

“Well besides Matt, you’re my best friend Y/N.” Ryan flipped on the tv.

Deciding food was more important Lego left me, slowly making his way towards his food bowl in the kitchen. Forcing myself up from the floor I floated to the couch Ryan was currently occupying, falling onto it lazily next to him. I wrapped my arm over his stomach and rested my head on his shoulder; snuggling into him.

“You’re my fave Ry.” I cooed, my mind finally at peace.

He stretched his arm out behind me, laying it over my shoulders.

“Scary movie?” He asked, relaxing against me.

“Make it extra campy and gory please.” I said, chuckling.

- -

We made it through 2 and a half movies before deciding we had had enough.

“Wanna fuck around on Red Dead?” He suggested turning the tv off.

Stretching, I nodded. I really didn’t feel like leaving just yet so I quietly followed Ryan to his room. Settling on his bed, we went back to maintain the same position we had been on his couch as he turned his Xbox on. My eyes were getting heavy by the time Ryan had completed the part of the story mission he was working on.

“Y/N.”

Ryan’s whisper barely made its way through my brain. I gave him a barely audible “what” and suddenly felt him maneuver his way out from my grasp. He got up, did whatever he needed to do and eventually I felt him crawl back into bed; my body facing away from him now. His arm snakes over my waist and he pulled me into him.

“You’re sure you’re okay?” He said into my ear.

I smiled to myself and wiggled my butt against his groin.

“Always with you Magee.” I breathed, taking his hand in mind and pulling it up towards my chest.

Thinking sleep would consume me quickly with how comfortable I finally was, the restlessness that came instead frustrated me. Ryan pulled me into him more, picking up on my sleeplessness...his breath on my neck waking me more.

“Y/N just relax.” He breathed.

I ground my ass into him.

“Make me.” I joked, squeezing his hand that was still laced with mine.

He snickered sleepily and his hand suddenly moved from mine downward, making its way to my stomach. His mouth met with my neck, teeth nipping at the skin ever so slightly. His fingers began stroking the skin on my stomach, tracing shapes and lines. My breath caught in my throat as my ass violently threw itself back against Ryan. Laughing breathily against me he planted a kiss on my neck.

“Good to see you’re feeling better.” He said into my neck, nipping at it again.

My eyes were finally heavy again as I inhaled and relaxed into Ryan.

“Like I said you’re my fave.”

[ganglylimbs]

So, smut prompts. I mean. I'm torn between Dark God Ryan's shadow tentacles or Blood Mage Jeremy's nefarious tentacle summon but uh. Gavin getting stuffed?

I have to plug in the wonderful @miss-ingno and her story, Eternal Eclipse, which can be found on her Patreon! I highly recommend it and this draws a lot of vibes from it.  

Gavin is suspended in the air, naked, hands tied behind his back. He throws his head back, gasping, unseeing eyes staring up.

It was completely dark outside, despite the fact that it was supposed to be day. An eclipse, the day the Solar Queen is at his weakest.

Echoing steps has Gavin rolling his head to the side, blinking dumbly at the God before him.

Jeremy gives him a smile, slow and sensual as he runs a hand down the length of his body, ignoring his half-hard cock. “My Gavin,” he purrs before drawing his knife. “Are you ready for the sacrifice?”

Gavin’s tongue is too thick to be able to answer. He doesn’t think Jeremy cares for his answer anyway.

Instead, the Blood Mage raises his knife and cuts into his arm. An endless amount of blood, dark red, flows into the alter, covering it.

Above him, Gavin can feel the pulsing all around him.

Now, it’s the Dark God’s time, where he can rule for a few hours outside his boundaries.

But that does not mean that he can’t be here to receive his offering.

From the ceiling, dark tentacles, inky black with the glittering of stars in them slip from the ceiling, thick and many. Gavin moans, eyes fluttering.

And then he feels the alter pulse again. From the bottom, arising out of the blood, are dark red tentacles. Turning to catch Jeremy’s smirk, he knows. The Blood Mage has no plans of staying out of the fun.

Tentacles slide along Gavin’s body, two coming up to suckle at his nipples. Two others touch his thighs, gently sliding them open so he’s exposed. More and more come. Three to play with his cock and balls, one playing with the slit at his tip. The ones at his nipples push his chest together so that another may slot between them and start thrusting, using his chest. Two push at his mouth, one black and another red. Gavin opens up for them, allowing them to take their turns using his mouth, pushing into his throat and making him gag.

He bucks his body and Jeremy laughs. Eyes slide to the side to see that Jeremy has disrobed, dick in hand as he slowly rolls his fingers over it. His eyes, red with magic, stare into his. Intense.

And then a tentacle pushes at Gavin’s hole. Gavin jolts, bucking again, but the tentacle continues, insistently pushing forward. It’s thick and only gets bigger the more it pushes in. If Gavin had half a mind, he would look down to watch as his stomach bulges with every push forward.

It just goes and goes and goes and Gavin rolls his eyes in the back of his head, dick cumming against his stomach. His senses are overrun with pleasure, pleasure against his dick. Pleasure against his nipples and chest, the tentacle there still thrusting. Pleasure as tentacles pulse in his mouth.

Pleasure as another tentacle pushes into his hole right along the first.

The eclipse lasts for hours. And Gavin knows they will too.

[ao3feed-klance]

Warrior/Mage Klance (wip)

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/31pkRkL

by klicksalt

This is a multichapter Klance fic I'll try to finish (eventually). Considering that I'm not very good at writing stuff with an actual plot, this will probably be a work in progress forever.

(Also I don't know what I should rate this?? I haven't completely decided what's going to happen, so the rating might change ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ idk)

Some ships might be slowburn!

This is actually just so I can practice writing long fics and angst, I guess.

Enjoy...?

Words: 1090, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English

Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Veronica (Voltron), Adam (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Shay (Voltron), Allura (Voltron), Lotor (Voltron), Romelle (Voltron), Acxa (Voltron), Ezor (Voltron), Zethrid (Voltron), James Griffin (Voltron), Ryan Kinkade, Coran (Voltron), Narti (Voltron), Nadia Rizavi, Ina Leifsdottir, Curtis (Voltron), Matt Holt, Sendak (Voltron), Haggar (Voltron), Regris (Voltron), Kolivan (Voltron), Thace (Voltron)

Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron), Adam/Shiro (Voltron), Hunk/Shay (Voltron), Allura/Lotor (Voltron), Allura/Romelle (Voltron), Acxa/Veronica (Voltron), Ezor/Zethrid (Voltron), James Griffin/Ryan Kinkade

Additional Tags: Fluff, Angst, So much angst (eventually), Hurt/Comfort, Mild Smut

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/31pkRkL

[ao3feed-safeklance]

Warrior/Mage Klance (wip)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/31pkRkL

by klicksalt

This is a multichapter Klance fic I'll try to finish (eventually). Considering that I'm not very good at writing stuff with an actual plot, this will probably be a work in progress forever.

(Also I don't know what I should rate this?? I haven't completely decided what's going to happen, so the rating might change ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ idk)

Some ships might be slowburn!

This is actually just so I can practice writing long fics and angst, I guess.

Enjoy...?

Words: 1090, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English

Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Veronica (Voltron), Adam (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Shay (Voltron), Allura (Voltron), Lotor (Voltron), Romelle (Voltron), Acxa (Voltron), Ezor (Voltron), Zethrid (Voltron), James Griffin (Voltron), Ryan Kinkade, Coran (Voltron), Narti (Voltron), Nadia Rizavi, Ina Leifsdottir, Curtis (Voltron), Matt Holt, Sendak (Voltron), Haggar (Voltron), Regris (Voltron), Kolivan (Voltron), Thace (Voltron)

Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron), Adam/Shiro (Voltron), Hunk/Shay (Voltron), Allura/Lotor (Voltron), Allura/Romelle (Voltron), Acxa/Veronica (Voltron), Ezor/Zethrid (Voltron), James Griffin/Ryan Kinkade

Additional Tags: Fluff, Angst, So much angst (eventually), Hurt/Comfort, Mild Smut

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/31pkRkL

[lavender-creame]

i guess this is probably really niche but would you be able to write even just something short about Ryan with a reader who's like almost the same size as him? im afab and a lot of fics cater to smaller bodies and it always makes me feel like Ry wouldn't be into me like at all

if not totally feel free to delete this!! no pressure!! I hope you're having an awesome day!

Thank you so much for the ask, I hope I didn't take too long to reply! I hope your holidays bring you joy as we're rolling up to late December! Also, this isn't niche, or at least it shouldn't be. You are beautiful and deserve to see yourself as such!

| Minors DNI | 18+ only | 1.3k words

Summary: You and Ryan are about to go out on a group date, but you're not so sure about your outfit. Ryan shows you that you mean the world to him regardless.

Warnings: smut, nsfw, cursing, oral (afab receiving)

a/n: Woah! 2 one-shots in a day? I know, right? I would have wrote this sooner, but unfortunately, I've been swamped with homework and studying. Anyways, I am confident that both Ryan and Matt love all body types, and I mean that genuinely. I try to write as non-specific as possible with body types because they are ‘x readers’ not ‘x oc’s’. This stands for my black and brown girls out there too- you are all beautiful and deserve inclusion for all skin, hair, and body types. Anyways here’s a small piece for my big, beautiful afabs out there <33 You can also find my stuff on a03 at lavender_creame

Once a month, Ryan and a few of his friends would all get together to do something fun, often taking the time to invite their significant others, as well. The late August air meant that it was the perfect season for some mini golfing and so when one of them found a popular course not too far away, everyone agreed that would be this month’s destination. 

Stepping out of the shower, you dried off before slipping on the outfit you had picked earlier, but when you saw yourself in the mirror with it on, you began to get a bit embarrassed. It was a casual outfit, just shorts and a crop top, and something that you figured most of the other girls would be wearing too, yet as you tugged at the hems to cover up more skin, the way your plush curves outlined the fabric made you second guess your choice of clothing.

Sighing, you stepped out of your's and Ryan’s shared bathroom to see him relaxing on the bed, probably scrolling through Twitter.

Hearing the door open, Ryan looked up, “Hey Babe, looking cute. If you're still wanting to get there early, we should probably leave soon if you're about ready.”

You blushed at his compliment before responding, “Thanks, Ryan. Yeah, I’m just grabbing a hoodie real quick."

He furrowed his eyebrows before responding, “Are you sure? It’s pretty hot outside.”

You nodded your head quickly, hoping that would convince him to drop the subject, “Yeah, I'm sure," you responded as you searched through your closet for a zip-up.

Suddenly, you felt arms wrap around you from behind and you felt soft kisses dot your neck, "This isn't about your body, is it sweetheart?" Ryan urged you, lovingly.

The way he said that word sent shivers down your spine, yet you weren't ready to just admit it yet, you knew how he felt about your curves- he loved them, but you just couldn't see it. "Ryan, what if I just want something to wear in case I get cold?" You mumbled as you continued searching for the hoodie you needed.

Ryan chuckled slightly, still kissing your neck, "Then I don't mind holding it for you until you need it."

Ryan knew you too well, this wasn't the first time you had tried to change right before leaving, but he wouldn't have it this time. He could tell when you were trying to hide something.

"It's really no big deal Ry," you muttered while pulling the hoodie over your head "Really, I'm fine."

Ryan didn't respond immediately, instead opting to turn you around, pulling you into a deep kiss, "Talk to me, Baby, let's figure this out," he insisted, gently stroking your cheek.

Knowing you wouldn't win, you sighed, finally giving in, "I can't explain it, but the way my body looks in these clothes makes me feel like I'm not enough. Every time I look at myself in the mirror, I feel like I don't belong," you confessed softly.

Ryan gave you a sad smile as he pulled you closer, resting his forehead against yours, "Y/N, I understand how you feel, I still feel that way sometimes too, but we'll get through it together, okay?" he murmured as he pressed a soft kiss on your forehead.

You smiled at his words, wrapping your arms around his waist, "Thank you for being here for me, Ry, but I'd still feel more comfortable with the hoodie."

After letting go of her for a moment, Ryan turned back to his phone and typed out a quick message, "I told the boys we might be a little late. I can't stop you from covering yourself up, but I can show you just how much I love your body," Ryan started kissing down your neck, unzipping the hoodie as he did so, "Okay?"

Your face heated, "Ryan! You've been looking forward to this for weeks!"

He smiled as he removed the rest of your clothes, "You're much more important to me than a few rounds of mini-golf, babe With that, he kissed you again as he stripped you down completely, making sure his lips stayed pressed to yours even after he finished undressing 

You melted in his arms, letting your eyes close in contentment. When you opened them once more, you felt Ryan's gaze on you, his hands caressing your sides slowly.

As Ryan stared down at you, his eyes glazed over with adoration. His lips forming a soft smile as he ran a hand through your hair, "You are truly beautiful, Y/N," Ryan admitted, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to your nose.

You giggled as you blushed, reaching up to place a kiss on Ryan's lips. As the two of you pulled apart, Ryan moved to lay you down on the bed as he settled himself above. Reaching down, he trailed kisses along your collarbone until he reached your breasts, cupping them with one hand before moving his mouth down towards your abdomen and sucking softly. Your hips arched upwards instinctively, a soft moan escaping your lips. Ryan placed featherlight kisses along your stomach, teasingly running his tongue across the sensitive skin.

"All of this, I love all of this," he muttered. He continued to kiss and suck your stomach and hips, moving further down to trace the edges of your thighs.

His hands came to rest on either side of your hips, pushing you up slightly until your legs were wide open to him. Moving slowly, he began kissing his way up your inner thigh and between your folds. Before you could say anything, Ryan slipped his fingers inside you, causing you to let out a moan. With his other hand, he began gently massaging your clit with his fingertips, his mouth still kissing at your plush thighs.

When your back arched and your breath hitched, Ryan grinned against your skin as he continued to praise you, "Fuck, baby, you're so beautiful- especially like this. I wish you could see what I'm seeing right now, Sweetheart "

Unsure of how much longer you could last without coming, you moaned loudly, your fingers digging into the covers as you pushed your hips upwards, needing more friction.

Ryan's fingers sped up as he continued his ministrations, bringing you closer and closer to the e Ryan leaned forward to capture your lips, gently trailing down your chin and chest.  Your hips bucked, and your breathing grew heavy as you came undone beneath Ryan, a string of moans leaving your mouth.

"Come for me, Y/N," Ryan mumbled in your ear, "Come for me if you're the most beautiful person on Earth." 

Suddenly, you weren't sure you wanted to come, you weren't sure you believed him, but it was no use as your walls clenched tightly around Ryan's fingers. Ryan pulled his hand free of you, allowing you to catch your breath, before dipping his head in to place a chaste kiss on your stomach.

"Well, that settles it," Ryan chuckled, "We're all on the same page about that."

He stood up to grab a washcloth to wipe you down before helping you get dressed again, but he didn't leave the jacket on the floor.

"Y/N, I'm not going to make you wear anything you're uncomfortable in, I want you to have a good time above all else, so I'll bring the hoodie for you of course, but just know that I love you and your body regardless," Ryan said earnestly before placing one last kiss on your lips.

You smiled, thanking him before you checked your phone, "Ryan, oh my god, we're already 20 minutes late. We have to go, like right now."

Ryan chuckled and shrugged his shoulders as he took your hand in his, unfazed by the time, just happy that you were feeling a bit better.

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Different [A Superhero AU]

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by Annalise_Neufeld

"You're evil. You've killed people."

Seán "Jack" McLoughlin never asked to be torn away from his home, his family, and everything he ever loved at the age of ten. He never asked to be a monster, but then again, he never got a choice. His life was never supposed to consist of fighting for an evil corporation led by a cynical, corrupt man known only as "the boss". His ability to lead his own life was taken away before he had the chance to discover his life himself.

Mark Fischbach was always a special child. His parents had been so proud to discover that he had been born with powers, unlike so many other children. As soon as he turned eighteen, he joined Curatrix, a company devoted to protecting the world, stopping everything from bank robberies to mass invasions. Yes, this is what Mark is meant to be.

Jack was created to destroy. Mark was born to save.

"Everyone has a little evil in them, don't they?"

Words: 1852, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of The Hero Trilogy

Fandoms: Septiplier - Fandom, Markiplier (YouTube), Jacksepticeye (Youtube), Video Blogging RPF, Phandom

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Mark Fischbach, Sean McLoughlin, Felix Kjellberg, Marzia Bisognin, Dan Howell, Phil Lester, ChaoticMonki | Cryaotic, Matthew Patrick, Stephanie Patrick, Ken Morrison, Bob Muyskens, Wade Barnes, Matt Watson, Ryan Magee, Arin Hanson, Dan Avidan, Matthew "Matthias" Fredrick

Relationships: Mark Fischbach/Sean McLoughlin, Marzia Bisognin/Felix Kjellberg, Dan Howell/Phil Lester

Additional Tags: Gay, Superpowers, Everyone is basically an OC, Dark, Jack has superspeed, Mark can manipulate time, Alternate Universe, takes place in chicago, Did I mention it's very gay?, Some ships become more obvious in the sequel, Fluff and Angst, No Smut, Non-Graphic Violence, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Character Death, Minor Character Death, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Kidnapping

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Battle#4: Incubus Rolo

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by River_Nix

What started out as a pleasant training between James and Ryan ended with James being bit and poisoned by an incubus. When alerting Shiro, Ryan is told that the only way to get the venom out of James' system (before he burns up from the inside out) is to have sex. Luckily, James has two boyfriends, so that isn't the problem. The problem is that James, horny as ever, can't help but plead to be fucked or blurt out to his friend how good it feels when his boyfriends pleasure him. Poor Ryan.

Words: 7014, Chapters: 4/4, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of James/Keith/Lance: Mythical AU

Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: James Griffin (Voltron), Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Ryan Kinkade, Shiro (Voltron), Rolo (Voltron)

Relationships: James Griffin/Keith/Lance (Voltron), James Griffin/Keith (Voltron), Keith/Lance (Voltron), James Griffin/Lance (Voltron)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Supernatural Hunters, Fluff and Smut, Bottom James, Top Lance (Voltron), Top Keith (Voltron), Handcuffs, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Multiple Orgasms, slight begging, Aftercare, Incubus venom, Hunter!James, hunter!Ryan, Incubus!Rolo, Mage!Keith, Wolf shifter!Lance, Phoenix!Shiro, Swearing

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[ahrorha]

Flame of Winter

Bloody Orlesians. As much I find the quest in the Winter Palace brilliant, the whole concept of nobles playing the 'Game' makes me wanna kick them.

In this chapter, Ryan is back to his charming self (some of you commented he had a moment in the previous chapter, fear not he is back XD ). I had a hard time to figure out how to describe decorations, clothing and the judging atmosphere without repeating some words over and over again.

This has become a very long chapter. So much is happening before and during the ball, that I didn't want to cut in two. Also, I didn't want to rush to the last part of this chapter, because finally, the moment has arrived for some SMUT. I give out a warning if you are not comfortable with reading the details don't read the part between the double lines, but I think most of you will look forward to it.

Enjoy ;)

Chapter 17

Skyhold was buzzing with activity on their return. The actions of the Inquisition in the Dales had resulted in a flood of correspondence, visitors and delegates from all over Orlais. This together with the preparations for the ball at the Winter Palace, had Josephine running from one meeting to the next. She even had made schedules for everyone with lessons in etiquette, dancing and court politics. Everything was being checked and planned, from their luggage to their individual roles at the ball. It were hectic days, but considering their objective, it was no wonder Josephine was going the extra mile.

A few days before they would leave Eirlana and Solas were called to Josephine's office. Eirlana groaned. “I swear, if I have to hear one more time how to correctly hold a glass, I will turn all the drinks into ice.” Solas chuckled, he was happy she was her usual self again and that she had forgiven him. They had talked a lot during their journey back to Skyhold, and he had shared with her how important Wisdom was to him and why he had reacted the way he did. Of course, he had been careful not to tell too much, he couldn't afford another slip-up, like before. He even had made amends with Varric and Iron Bull, and he was grateful they had watched over Eirlana in his absence. When they told him about the attack on her, he was horrified. He carefully confronted Eirlana about what had happened to her afterwards. She shrugged it off as if it wasn't a big deal, but Solas could see at her whole demeanour that it was an act. She was trying to push it aside, as he suspected she did with many things. Until deep in the night they talked, slowly and with patience she opened up to him. With her buried against his chest, he listened to some of the things she had endured. His heart ached hearing details from her past, wishing he could take some of her pain away. He kept holding her, murmuring sweet words and encouragements, knowing he could do nothing more than be there for her. He promised himself that night, he would do anything in his power to protect her, to keep her safe, and if he could make her happy.

“Aren't you tired off all these lessons?” Amused by Eirlana's unusual reluctance to learn something new Solas smirked. “Not really.” She looked sceptical at him. “You can't tell me you prefer them over burying your nose in some dusty old tome.” “But my Lady.” he opened the door for her and made a grand bow towards her. “How else would I learn how to properly treat you with the respect you deserve.” Seeing his smirk on his face, she giggled; clearly, he was mocking the lessons they had received. With another ridiculous bow, he opened the next door leading to Josephine's office. She elbowed him playfully on his arm when they entered. Josephine looked up from the different stacks of letters before her. “Ah, you have come. I am happy to report your request for access to the University of Orlais has been granted. Sadly due to our busy schedule, you won't be able to ride for Val Royeaux at the moment, instead the University has provided an inventory of their library. You can compile a list of titles you want to study, and we will arrange for them to be sent to Skyhold. It may also be of interest to you that you have permission to visit the Royal Libraries during our stay at the Winter Palace, courtesy of Grand Duke Gaspard.” She sorted through the letters and pulled out a few. “We have also received several letters inquiring about you miss Eirlana. Your efforts in the Dales has gained the attention of some smaller but influential families. The University of Orlais has requested information about your healing methods and has extended a formal invitation for you to visit them. You will be able to speak with some representatives at the Winter Palace. Judging from the nature of the letters they may offer you a place among them. Of course, you are free to choose to follow another path, but know that everyone in the Inquisition greatly appreciates you and your skills.” Eirlana didn't know what to say. In her mind, she had done nothing special, only that what she thought was right as a healer. It made her happy to hear that some of her efforts were recognised, but she didn't know what to think of the invitation from the University. Her experiences in Orlais made her sceptical about their intentions. Though having access to their medical knowledge could be beneficial for her, the other healers of the Inquisition and most importantly the patients. . “Solas, Eirlana, there you are.” Leliana entered Josephine's office with Ryan, Iron Bull and Dorian in tow. “Please follow us to the war room if you have finished.” They thanked Josephine and followed them, Leliana came immediately to the point. “We have received new reports about the movements of the Venatori. According to my informants, they keep searching and digging in old ruins, especially if they are of elven origin. They have been sighted in these locations.” she pinned several markers on the giant map lying across the table. “As for what they are looking for we still don't know.” Solas was relieved to see that the places they were searching weren't crucial to his plans, but it was still vexing that they were looking in the first place. “If I have to guess they are looking for something that could help them in their goals. With the orb being ancient elven magic, they may be searching for more of such items and other forgotten magic. Judging by their locations, it is hard to tell if they are looking randomly, chasing rumours or have specific targets.” Leliana nodded. “We will be keeping an eye on them. I have also gathered more information about their leader. It is a mage named Calpernia, she has taken over the leadership of the Venatori. We know only a little about her earlier life. She is a former slave of a magister Erasthenes. As far as I can determine, the magister disappeared several months ago, together with her. ” “Erasth....” Dorian brushed his moustache. “I know him. He is an old geezer, more interested in his tomes and books than anything else. He is renowned in the Imperium for his knowledge of the Old Gods and has written many long and dull papers about them.” “This isn't much information we have about this Calpernia.” Ryan stated, his forehead wrinkled as he scanned the various reports. “Say Eirlana you were once a slave.” Most of the room went silent and stared at him for his blunt remark. Solas felt bile coming up, furious he glared at him. Eirlana put her hand on his, signalling it was alright. “Yes, I once was a slave.” “Why would she join Corypheus and do his bidding? Would she be loyal to this new master?” Wondering if he also questioned her own loyalty to their cause, she pondered about his question. “I think, it is safe to say, with Calpernia now in a leading position of the Venatori, that Corypheus had a hand in the disappearance of the magister. As for her loyalty, I don't know. What I can tell you from experience is being freed isn't something that any slave would take lightly. I will never forget that day in my life, and I will always be grateful towards Solas, but that doesn't mean I would follow his every wish or decision. I have a mind of my own, and so does this Calpernia. She must have her own plans and reasons why she is helping him, but judging by Corypheus actions so far, I doubt they have the same agenda. He must have offered her something that she wants. I can't tell you what it is, but I can tell you she must be a capable woman. Leading people is not an easy matter as you know by own experience.” Several people around the table smirked, knowing Eirlana's remark wasn't meant as a compliment. Solas was proud of her, but his heart also tightened when she mentioned him. It was bittersweet to know she wouldn't follow his every wish or decision. Even he himself wouldn't, but there hadn't been any other way, and now there was no other choice. He couldn't change what had happened or what was to come, he had to finish what he had set in motion so many millennia ago. . It was already late in the morning when Varric entered the Herald's rest. He knew he shouldn't have stayed so long at the game of Wicked Grace last night, but it had been the last opportunity before they would head to the dreaded Winter Palace. Ordering a late breakfast with lots of strong coffee, he joined Iron Bull and Blackwall at a table. “How is your head tiny? You look like you haven't slept at all.” Iron Bull only grunted and continued to devour his big serving of bacon and eggs. Dorian joined them a few minutes later, like always well groomed and impeccably dressed, but he moved and sat down awkwardly. “You all right Sparkles?” “Expect from the headache from that horrible ale you served me last night, I am fine thank you.” “You didn't have to drink it.” “What? And miss out on all the fun to drink something that tastes like it was brewed in the Fallow Mire at the bottom of a tar barrel. I can still taste it on the back of my tongue.” “Is that what you taste?” Iron Bull grinned at Dorian and received a deadly glare in return. Varric was more awake in an instant, he obviously had missed something when he went to bed last night. Before he could ask any further, they were all distracted by Eirlana walking briskly into the inn. She ignored them entirely and marched straight to Cabot, the bartender. “Cabot, have our supplies arrived?” The dwarf nodded. “I will get them for you.” “Everything okay Snowflake?” She turned around and was surprised she had walked past them. Varric motioned for her to join them and poured her a cup of thee from one of the pots on the table. “Here, you look like you have been running around all morning.” With a sigh she sat down, thankful she could take a short break.

“So who got on your nerves?” Warming her hands around the mug, Eirlana let out another sign. “Ryan.” This peeked everyone's interest around the table. “I tried to talk with him about moving the infirmary. There is room here in the fortress, but he wants to create more housing space for the templars and new training grounds.” frustrated she kept going. “How does he expect for people to do their jobs or fight when they can't even recover decently. The clinic is still outside in large tents. We can barely keep them warm and not to mention it isn't exactly peaceful being next to the huge training grounds we already have. Our patients can't even get a good rest with the constant yelling, shouting and weapons clanging.” Dorian looked bleary-eyed at her and groaned. “How can be so awake and full of energy after last night?” “Maybe I need to come up with a new nickname.” Varric joked. Eirlana only noticed now that they were all nursing severe hangovers, especially Dorian, who grunted and tried to find a more comfortable position to sit. “You sure you are alright Sparkles?” Eirlana saw he was in pain. “Are you not feeling well?” “I am fine.” he groaned. “Please go bother someone else.” “Oh yeah, Dorian about last night...” Iron Bull grinned at him from across the other side of the table. Dorian facepalmed himself. “Discretion isn't your thing, is it?” “I was just wondering if you want your silky underthings back? Found them after you slipped out this morning. Did you leave them as a token? Or wait, did you 'forget' them so you'd have an excuse to come back?” Blackwall almost chocked in his coffee, and Varric froze, his fork full of sausage halfway to his mouth. “If you choose to leave your door unlocked like some savage, I may or may not come.” “Oh, you came. Three times if I remember correctly.” “WHAT?!” came Sera's voice from upstairs, dangling upside down at her feet over the railing. Dorian groaned now he was sure that everyone would know about his little tryst with Iron Bull by noon. Varric had already pulled out his notes and was writing feverishly, mumbling. “This is getting better and better.” Contemplating if it would be wiser to go back to bed, he noticed Eirlana scooting closer to him. Discretely she hovered her hand over his lower back. The pleasant tingle of her healing magic spread over him, taking away the edge. Letting out a sigh of relief Dorian muttered. “Thank you.” Outside the midday bell was ringing, Varric put away his notes and took one last bite. “We better get packing, or I promise you Josephine will watch us do it, and I for one don't want a lesson in how to properly fold clothes.” With everyone leaving Eirlana took the bottles of alcohol from Cabot and walked back to the clinic, she had a lot to finish before they would leave the next morning. . Restless Eirlana put her book away for the fourth time, she couldn't get used to being at the Winter Palace. They had been housed in one of the many guest buildings, that was a smaller version of the Palace itself. The decadence of the place irked her, everything was lustrous marble, heavy brocade, inlaid and embroidered with gold and silver. There was nothing personal to be found, everything was polished and enriched to show off the power and opulence of the Orlesian Empire. She was anxious about tonight's ball, not that she hadn't prepared for anything imaginable, but her past experiences with nobles weren't the best. Tired of wandering through her own room, she slipped into Solas' through the small discrete door of their adjoined chambers. Solas sat comfortably in a lounge chair, reading in front of the open balcony doors. The room had changed in the two days that had been here. He had moved some of the furniture around, and an extra table had been brought in. On it, several books were spread out, opened and marked at various passages, his written notes lying scattered among them. The clothes he had worn lay discarded on a sofa, next to his open clothing-chest that was rummaged through. Looking around, Eirlana couldn't help but laugh, even surrounded by all this display of wealth and glitter he was acting like he was at home. Solas raised his eyes up from the book he was reading. “Something amuses you, vhenan?” “It seems like you have made yourself at home here.” She began to fold and put away his clothes, shaking her head at how much he had managed to get the room in disarray in such a short time. She wondered how a man, who was so precise and careful in his studies and paintings, could have such a hard time doing the most simple mundane tasks. It struck her how relaxed he was, as if he belonged here, not a stranger to the overbearing riches surrounding them. His presence calmed her down, and she was relieved he would be at her side tonight. Having finished tidying up a little, she took a cushion and sat down at his feet, leaning against his legs. Solas continued to read, but his hand reached out to her, softly stroking her head and neck. Enjoying the simple gesture, Eirlana stole loving glances at him. It was comforting he was acting like this was any other place, he hadn't wavered even once since they had arrived. With a confidence out of this world, he walked around as if he had visited the Winter Palace countless times before. She took his hand and let her lips glide over the back of it. Exhaling Solas looked down at her. Seeing his warm gaze made her heart flutter. Making occasional eye contact, she slowly kissed along his hand, his nostrils flared when she reached his fingertips. “Careful vhenan, you are playing with fire.” he growled. After the Dales, Eirlana felt more comfortable at being intimate, knowing that she could trust him made her more confident. Teasingly she scraped her teeth over his fingertip, making him groan. It was somehow empowering that she could do this to him, that she alone could so easily chip his masks away. He showed her parts of himself only she knew. She squealed when he suddenly pulled her up and onto his lap. His book fell forgotten to the ground. Laughing she tried to escape from his entrapping arms. “I have warned you.” he hummed and started to peck her on her nose and face. Suddenly he gasped when she touched him with an ice-cold hand. “I think I can handle fire.” she smiled at him challenging, biting playfully in his nose. “You little...” before he could finish his sentence they were kissing. . There was a knock at the door. “Excuse me Sir, but do you know... Oh, I beg your pardon.” It was Rosie one of the elven servants within the Inquisition. “Sorry for the interruption, but I have been looking for you, Miss. Your bath is ready.” She had been appointed to them for a couple of weeks now. At first, Eirlana had been reluctant to have a servant, but Rosie's charming open personality had made quick work of any objections she had. “Don't worry Miss, you have your job, and I have mine. Mine just happens to be to make your life a little easier.” she had said when she introduced herself to them. Trapped in Solas' arms Eirlana flustered “My bath? But the ball isn't until tonight.” “And we have to get you ready. There is so much to do. After the bath, we must prepare and curl your hair, manicure your feet and hands. I have some...” Rolling her eyes Eirlana groaned. “All right, I am coming.” Amused Solas listened, he was glad that they were getting along, especially because Rosie was one of his spies. Under those blond curls, rosy cheeks and friendly smile lay a natural snoop and a woman who could take care of herself. She had the critical task to listen in to the whispers behind their backs and warn him if anyone tried to pry around, especially when they were gone. His secrets were well hidden, but it was good to know who was interested in them. It was also a reassuring thought someone was looking after Eirlana when he was away. Eirlana leaned against him before she slipped from his arms with a sigh. Reluctantly he let go of her. He was thrilled that she was becoming more comfortable in her own skin, but especially on days like these, when she was exploring her own comfort zone, it was difficult for him to pull back. It took him a while, after they had left, before he could focus on his reading again. . Checking himself in the mirror one last time, Solas couldn't help but smirk. They may introduce him as a servant tonight, but no one in their right mind would believe it. He was wearing a set of tight dark brown leather leggings, his foot-wrappings, made from the same material, were wrapped in a criss-cross pattern halfway up his calves. His long, high collared, sleeveless vest, was made from heavy brocade. The dark brown fabric was richly embroidered with golden leaves and branches, with deep red and black details. The vest had a split in the back, and a cuff of dark fur attached over his right shoulder, decorated with a pin of the Inquisition. Around his waist, a tan leather belt embellished with golden leaves was bound. Under the vest, he wore a tailored white silken shirt with slightly billowing sleeves. As a finishing touch, he put on a pair of dark brown leather gloves, with an elven leaf pattern stitched onto them. Pleased with himself he took the elongated jewellery box that lay ready and went to the hall to join the others. Noticing his change in appearance a few eyebrows were raised. “Well, you will certainly ruffle some feathers tonight.” Dorian commented. “Hmph.” Vivienne huffed clad in a golden and red evening gown with one of her signature wide standing collars and headdresses. She was clearly not impressed with his non-hedge-mage appearance. “Oh, my.” Dorian said, and Solas turned to where he was looking. “Maker's breath.” Cullen whispered, and Varric whistled softly when Eirlana came down the stairs. Lost for words Solas could only stare at her, it was a sight he would remember forever. Where he and the others had chosen for heavy fabrics, golden and bold colours, she was a breath of fresh air. She wore a gown with a tight white bodice, a high neckline and a white chocker. An oval opening on her chest showed a little of her skin. The white sleeves were elongated over the back of her hand and attached to her middle finger. A long skirt started at her hips and was made of several layers of a very light fabric. They were cut diagonal at different lengths and dyed in various shades of blue and white. They moved beautifully with every step she took. Over her bodice, she wore a low cut tight jacket, in a rich darker blue tone. From its shoulders fell long open flared sleeves, that were bound together in intervals along her upper arms. The fabric was silvery embroidered with an old elven leaf-pattern. When she walked, her bare toes slipped from under her skirt. Her hair was partially pinned up in an elegant updo of several loose braids and twisted tresses. The rest hang loose in a long waterfall of curls and waves. Expect for a silver pin of the Inquisition, she wore only one piece of jewellery. A single silver earpiece, depicting an elfroot plant that curled along and around her ear. Tiny silver chains hung down at the tip of her ear, emphasising she was elven. A hint of make-up adorned her lips and eyes. Joining the others, Eirlana walked towards Solas. “You look beautiful.” she smiled at him and blushed lightly, surprised at her own comment. Solas chuckled. “That would be my line, my Lady.” He bowed before her and gave her a courtesy kiss on her hand. Then he leaned towards her and whispered. “Vhenan, you are a vision. You take my breath away.” making her blush a shade deeper. Ryan was the last to join them, with everyone gathered they got to the carriages and horses. An honour guard was waiting to accompany the Inquisitor to the main entrance of the Winter Palace. Solas had chosen to ride his hart for the short trip, giving him the opportunity to leave if he needed to. With everyone moving he held onto Eirlana's hand and waited. “Vhenan, I have a gift for you.” he handed her the jewellery box. Surprised she stared at it and him before she stammered. “Solas. I... Thank you.” Carefully she opened it. On a cushion lay a beautiful necklace composed of strings of small silver snowflakes, some of them embedded with tiny blue stones. At its centre was a silver pendant, depicting a wolf asleep in the snow. With its head resting on its tail it lay protectively curled around a bright blue crystal. “It is lovely.” Carefully she touched it with her fingertips, she was amazed at the level of detail of the engravings down to the wolfs fur. “Here let me.” Solas took the necklace and stepped behind her. Her heart was beating wildly when she lifted her hair, so he could secure it around her neck.

Touching the pendant, she smiled shyly at him. “Thank you, it is wonderful.” A warmth spread through him, he had designed the necklace especially for her, the wolf meaning so much more to him than the old elven sign of protection. It was his symbol, a part of his name, a part of who he was, but it was also a representation of how he felt about her and how she affected him. Hoping that one day he could tell her the truth about himself he lifted her on his hart and rode after the others. . The ball was drenched in all the flaunting and boasting Solas expected. They had spared no expense for the peace-talks. Grant crystal chandeliers hung from the ceilings, shining their glittering light on the polished marble floors, and the golden surfaces of the pillars, statues, furniture or even the simple door handles. Draperies of blue satin and brocade decorated the halls and walls, and a heavy scent of incense and perfumes hung in the air. Servants in elegant uniforms and simple royal masks walked around, their trays filled with countless small artworks of dishes, and crystal glasses filled with the best wines Orlais could offer, all eagerly consumed by the many guests. Everyone with a shimmer of a title had come to witness the outcome of tonight and to steal a glimpse at the fabled Inquisitor. Dressed to impress they tried to outshine each other, in huge gowns, puffed sleeves, ruffles, grand hats, masks heavily inlaid with jewels, tightly tied corsets and colourful fans. If you walked around, you wouldn't suspect that the country was at war, not to mention suffering from the aftermath of the Breach and the rifts. Nothing had changed Solas thought, even after thousands of years had passed, the people in power still fought and played their silly pitiful games, never satisfied, always wanting more. Hidden behind their masks, they were slaves to their prestige, wealth and titles, thinking that they were more important than any other being on earth. Attached from what was really important they fought like hens and roosters in a henhouse, always trying to better their status. With some amusement, Solas noticed that more than one pair of eyes behind the masks was directed at him and Eirlana, as they made their way to their designated area. Whispers followed them through the halls. “Even the Inquisitor has brought elves.” “Tsss, I would watch your jewellery, if I were you.” “Is this even allowed?” “Celene's orders my dear.” “Never seen one like that.” “Where can I get one of those?” They clearly didn't know what to make of them. He felt Eirlana tensing up next to him; clearly, a little overwhelmed by all the people and whispers around them. Leaning closer to her ear he spoke softly in elven so no one could understand them. Don't worry vhenan. Remember under those masks they are just people. If it helps imagine, them in Vivienne's dress.” “Solas.” she gasped, a little shocked by his boldness, but she smiled imagining just that. . Iron Bull watched the two elves with renewed interest, especially Solas. His whole demeanour had transformed, something that couldn't just be explained away by his change of clothes. He knew that there was very little that could rattle the quiet apostate, but he didn't expect him to be this calm and composed. He stood out. He was walking around with an ease and confidence, like he was used to these gathering. It was as if he were of noble birth himself, something that wasn't possible. Bull had to grin when Solas talked softly to Eirlana, his eyes and movements telling everyone who watched them that she was his and that they shared an intimacy no one could touch. A couple of noble ladies even blushed and started to whisper behind their fans, as if they had seen something private and forbidden. As amusing as it was Iron Bull couldn't help but feel something was off. He had spent some time to discover more about them after the tip-off form Dalish but found nothing. They both were very diligent in their work and helping the Inquisition, almost a little too diligent in his opinion. Nothing had jumped out apart from their unique views on magic, and the occasional disagreement with Ryan. Making a mental note to dig a little more into their pasts he directed his attention back to the nobles and servants, every single one of them liars, spies and schemers, it would be hard to find out who was lying about what. . The ball soon turned into the bloody and twisted affair they all had feared. Solas found it almost disturbing how Ryan was handling the nobles and the Game with an alarming ease. Whenever the ball permitted it he, Ryan, Cassandra and Blackwall slipped away to uncover the secrets and plots behind the scenes. It didn't come as a shock to Solas to see that the servants and guards had paid with their lives for this pity feud within the royal family. Like always the common people were paying the price, just like the People had paid his. As expected the Venatori had infiltrated the palace, the challenge was to find out who amongst the more influential people was colluding with them. The runs behind the scenes were always short and quick, so they would be back before the Inquisitor would be missed. After checking himself for dirt and blood, Solas walked around, before returning to his post in one of the side wings. With growing interest, he studied the people around him and was surprised at how he was soaking up the dense layer of intrigue, plays of power, danger and sex. It was a silent pleasure he hadn't indulged in for so long, the open secrets, the fainted interests and amazement, the little well placed accidental touches, fake giggles and subtle whispers. It reminded him of the feasts of Elvhenan, of what once was his home, though with far less magic, boasting and obsequious flattery. Everyone was acting, watching, faking, no one was bold enough to be themselves. Even he was playing a role, though he was showing more of his true nature then he originally had planned. An elven servant tried her best to look seductively at him, as she filled his glass again. Solas noticed he was enjoying the attention he was getting, the stolen glances of the nobles, the elves watching him with interest. It was just like everyone used to watch him back in Arlathan. He was the wild card, dangerous, trusted and feared by everyone. Even when his world had been rotten to the core, it also had its beauty, freedom and unlimited potential. His ears twitched when he heard another demeaning remark about the elves. It was repulsive how the nobles saw them as nothing more like objects, lesser beings, mere sub-humans to do their bidding. Officially there was no slavery in Orlais, but he knew that most elves toiled for meagre wages. There were exceptions of course, highly trained entertainers and bards that were kept by the nobles like prized pets or possessions. Strolling through the halls, Solas got sight of Briala. He already had a brief encounter with her, hunting down some Venatori. In her short chat with the Inquisitor, she gave him the impression she was a capable and very calculating woman. In just the few months she possessed the key to part of the eluvian network, she had used it very efficiently to rally the elves of Orlais. Seeing the hardened woman giving polite smiles if need be, he was reminded of Felassans companionship towards her. Solas knew he had to approach Briala someday, to get the key he needed to rewrite and take control of the eluvians. Observing her a while, he wondered how Felassan could have seen her in Briala. Even when he now saw she was resourceful and brave to stand up for her people. It was a far cry from what she had done and the way she had changed him. His eyes wandered to Eirlana, who was talking with Josephine to some nobles, wondering who was changing him more. His stomach fluttered seeing Eirlana standing amongst them, she was one of the most kind-hearted, strongest, loving, beautiful and intelligent people he had ever known. He shook his head, she had been right, he hadn't known what love was, that is until now. He noticed a group of nobles whispering and pointing towards Eirlana. One of them, an older man, Solas recognised, the Lord of Val Colline, nicknamed the Pig of Colline, a man with a horrible reputation, with a distinct taste for elves according to the reports. To some extent, Solas didn't mind the growing attention Eirlana was receiving, but seeing the openly lusty stares, especially from such a man, as if she was some trophy to conquer and posses, had him on edge. . It was over, more blood had been spilt, another scheme completed and a new puppet sat on the throne. Solas took a sip of his glass, he could have guessed that Ryan would choose to support Gaspard. It was another military victory for the Inquisition, who now would have the full support of Orlais to fight Corypheus. It would be interesting to see what their powerful allies would do once the Inquisitions usefulness would disappear. For now, there was a macabre sort of cheerfulness in the air, after all the Queen had just been assassinated by the sister of the new designated ruler. Ryan's choices tonight would have repercussions for years to come. Leaning against a pillar, Solas continued to observe the nobles and their games. The sweetness of the wine lingered on his tongue, indulging himself he took another glass, knowing he already drank more then he should. Finally free from Josephine, Eirlana searched for Solas. Josephine hadn't lied when she told her that several families in Orlais had taken an interest in her. Her jaw ached from the forced polite smiles, and her head was swimming from all the small talk she had endured. To her relief most nobles she had been introduced to, were polite and friendly, they were family members of people she had saved, she even recognised some of them from the battlefields. Sadly most of the other nobles acted like she expected and their stares and whispers made her very uncomfortable. Now she was just tired and hoping she could leave soon. Solas noticed Eirlana, with a smile he gazed at her. She looked so fair this evening, it made his heart beat faster. He didn't miss the dark look she gave Ryan when she passed him; clearly, she was not pleased he had sent her out of the ballroom just before the assassination happened. The Inquisitor had shown he had mastered the Game this night, calculating and manipulating everything to his best advantage. “There you are.” Eirlana was relieved she finally found Solas. “Do you want to get some air?” She looked hopeful at him. He nodded and escorted her to one of the more quieter gardens. The laughter and music grew more distant as they made their way along the winding paths leading through the artful trimmed bushes. The night was pleasantly cool, and the air was filled with the honey-sweet scent of blooming flowers. Small lanterns had been lighted, and benches placed in alcoves occupied by a few couples trying to steal a private moment. “It feels good to be out here.” Eirlana stretched her back, glad the end of the ball was in sight. “I had the feeling I was watched the whole time and that someone was always waiting for me to make a mistake. I can't imagine anyone is enjoying themselves tonight.” “I noticed Vivienne had an extra thick layer of importance and snugness around her.” Eirlana giggled, Solas' opinion about Vivienne had taken a more cynical form ever since she lectured them both about proper court magic. “What about you? You looked more at ease here than I would have thought.” “The costumes may have changed, but the powerful have always acted the same as you well know. Empires come and go with the flow of time, with only their memories remaining in the Fade. Tonight was no exception.” “Seen is not the same as walking amongst them.” “True.” Solas said after a while, he didn't know what else to say. Every excuse he could think of sounded to fake or was one he didn't want to tell her. They came to a small square surrounded by bushes of roses in different shades and lighted by several lanterns. Turning towards him, Eirlana lightly took hold of his hands and intertwined their fingers. “I wish it were just the two of us tonight.” she spoke softly. Standing close together they both relished this short moment of peace. Solas leaned forward to kiss her, but she stepped away from him. Still holding his right hand, she turned her body and with a twinkle in her eye, she smiled at him knowingly. Solas recognised the way she moved her body, he was very familiar with that stance. “How do you?” “You are not the only one who has wandered the Fade and seen things.” Eirlana locked her eyes with his. She looked so beautiful, it took Solas breath away. Her eyes drew him in, as if she was leading him to a new world, one she created and only she knew the secret to. A peaceful world full of wonders, where to old and new were in harmony. He gladly stepped into it, but in his heart, he knew it was a dream that would never come to pass. He matched her stance, and they began to dance to the faint distant music. It was an ancient elven dance, one the world hadn't seen for thousands of years. Having only practised the dance a few times in the Fade, Eirlana missed a few steps, but soon she followed Solas' lead, and they glided over their private little square. Gradually the music changed its rhythm and slowed down, staying in tune they began to dance slower, more intimate. With grace, Solas moved behind her, stepping closer to her. Pressing his chest against her back, he leaned into her, curling his arms around her waist. Eirlana could feel his heat through their clothes, swaying to the music she leaned back, letting her head rest against his. Resting her arms on his she closed her eyes, she lost herself in the moment, a pleasant shiver spread through her feeling his warm breath brushing her ear. . “Eh, ehm” Iron Bull coughed. “Sorry guys, but the boss is asking for you.” Solas sighed as reality came crashing back, he wanted nothing more than to disappear at that moment. To take Eirlana far away so he could have her all to himself, without any annoying disturbances. He didn't miss Iron Bull's subtle gesture that something was amiss. Holding onto Eirlana more firmly he kissed her temple. “Stay here, I will be right back vhenan.” “But he said...” “I will see what he wants, wait for me here.” He followed Iron Bull back inside. “Sorry I had to barge in, but you know...” Solas motioned that it was all right, it wasn't as if it was the first time someone walked into them. He had a bad feeling what he would find after Iron Bull's gestures, his instincts warning him to be cautious. It was worse than he expected, the Inquisitor was drunk from the wine and intoxicated by his successes of the night. As the victor, he was surrounded by several nobles showering him with praise and flattery, hoping to get on his good side. Like a plague, they clung to him, sneaky and selfishly attempting to gain the most out of the spoils after the bloodshed. What was most alarming to Solas was to see the Pig of Colline among them, as well as other nobles with a more questionable reputation. “Solass, there you are.” Ryan's voice slurred a little from the wine. “I was jusst trying to explain to these fine people how you do your... your thingss.” “It is most fascinating to hear the grand deeds of the Inquisition by Andraste's Champion himself.” the Lord of Val Colline stepped in, looking with interest at Solas, his eyes searching the room behind him. “May I ask, where is your lovely companion of this evening?” Seeing the disgusting leering look in the man's eyes made Solas sick. Fighting down the urge to set him on fire and strike him down, Solas knew right then that he needed to remove this monster. From his spies he knew Briala was planning to make her move against the Pig, he needed to contact his agents to assist her. Maybe this was the opportunity to help her and gain her trust, all was it a little faster than planned. “My apologies but she already left, it has been a long and trying night.” Solas answered politely. “Can I be of any further assistance Inquisitor?”

Seeing Ryan was already talking with someone else he made a small courtesy bow and left, after all, he was playing the role of a manservant. On his way back he spotted Josephine, quickly he stepped towards her. “The Inquisitor is trying hard to make the wrong kind of friends.” he said to her discretely. To his relief her eyes went big and searched immediately for Ryan, seeing him she thanked Solas and went to him. Trusting she would sort things out Solas resumed his way, it was high time to leave this ball. He needed to get Eirlana away from here fast. Angry at Ryan's ignorance and stupidity he walked back into the gardens. His ears twitched when he picked up Eirlana's giggle from afar, unwittingly he quickened his pace through the winding hedges. He stopped in his tracks when he saw her and Cullen sitting on a bench under a magnificent climbing rose. Cullen was brushing his neck, smiling fondly at Eirlana, who giggled about something he said. Already agitated and the wine running through his veins Solas briskly walked towards them. “Solas.” Eirlana greeted him cheerfully. He forced himself to calm down. “Vhenan, if you wish, we have permission to leave.” Noticing something was off, she nodded and turned towards Cullen. “Good night Cullen.” Cullen opened his mouth, but froze a moment, before he mumbled. “Good night.”

For a while Cullen stared after them, he already had received some not so friendly looks from Solas, but this was the most hostile one yet. His message was clear, back off she is mine. Not that Cullen didn't know that, but smothering his own feelings was sometimes tricky, especially in moments like these. He had come to the gardens to escape the annoying nobles that had pestered him all night long. It was a pleasant surprise when he came upon Eirlana, she looked so beautiful, and before he knew it, he approached her. They ended up talking on the bench, both complaining and laughing about the ridiculousness of the nobles. It made him happy that so much had changed between them, ever since the day she and Solas had stumbled into Haven. She made him smile, and he couldn't help that he sometimes wished for a future together with her. It was an impossible dream of a future free of the order, free of the pain, a future in which he was living happily with her at his side in a simple house in Fereldan. Cullen shook his head, knowing that it would never happen, it would be a miracle if he managed only one of those things. He didn't blame Solas' reaction, in part he could understand him, especially tonight. Eirlana kept silent until she and Solas rode away from the palace. She saw he was struggling, something had happened that put him on edge. “Solas what is wrong?” He kept riding without answering, not trusting his emotions. The desire to take her away and protect her from all that was wrong in this world had never been stronger. He wanted to lock her away in one of his created realms, hidden away, guarded and cared for by people he could trust. It was a selfish desire, one that would put her back in a cage. Even when it would be a golden one, it would still be a cage. “Solas!” she took hold of his face forcing him to look at her. He swallowed hard, fighting his own impulses. “I am sorry vhenan. I couldn't stand those nobles and the Inquisitor any longer. I needed to get you away from there.” . Entering her room, Eirlana let out a sigh. She felt like she could breathe again. Solas followed her, and with a flick of his wrist, he lit the candles in her room. To her relief, he had calmed down a little, but something had rattled him, and a strange tension was lingering between them. Not knowing how she should act she started to pull some of the pins out of her hair. Looking in the mirror she caught him staring at her with an intense burning gaze that made her shiver, and her heart beat faster. Watching him, she opened her jacket and let it slip off, revealing her laced up back. Suddenly Solas averted his eyes and walked away, opening the door separating their rooms. Confused she spun around. “Solas.” The word was out of her mouth before she could make up her mind what to do. She knew only one thing, she didn't want him to leave. He looked at her questioningly, and she turned and pulled her hair over her shoulder to the front. “Can you help me open this?” “Of course vhenan.” his voice sounded strained. Her breath hitched when he stepped closer and touched her. He had taken off his gloves, and his warm hand brushed along her neck before his nimble fingers started to unlace her. The tension she felt intensified with every single touch on her skin. Solas tried to focus on the task she requested with difficulty. His desire for her was set aflame by the wine and the events of the evening, seeing her back slowly unveiling added only more fuel to the fire burning within him. This was getting dangerous, he needed to leave before he did something inexcusable. For a moment his hand hovered over her naked skin before he pulled it back. Clenching his fist he abruptly turned around, “Good night, sleep well.” and with a few paces, he was through the door. Eirlana stared at the closed door, she could guess why he had left, his burning stare told her enough. Now alone, a sadness spread through her. Reaching over her shoulder, she touched her back still heated from his touch. What should she do? Alone in his room Solas ripped off his vest and opened his shirt, a few buttons flew off in the process. He flung open the balcony doors to let the night air in, he needed to cool off. His eyes caught sight of a flagon of wine, and he poured himself a glass. After he took a big gulp, he filled it back up again. His blood was boiling, fuelled by the alcohol and the jealousy he felt thinking back at all the men that had paid Eirlana to much attention during the night. A part of him was pushing him to give in, to stake his claim, to take her and let the world know she was his. He felt disgusted with himself to have these thoughts, they were part of the selfish monster he thought he had left behind. It made him sick that his dark, selfish side was so easily resurfacing by a few greedy stares of a couple of shemlen. His emotions in turmoil he noticed the candles going out in her room. Letting out a deep sigh he closed his eyes, this would have been so much easier if he had listened to himself and buried his feelings. He laughed at himself, when had he ever chosen the easy road. No, even when he had many regrets in his life, he would never regret meeting her, she was his light in a dark time, a blessing he didn't deserve. In a big swig, he emptied the glass cursing his own desires, cursing his past and his task. Letting out another sigh, he reached out for the flagon once more, knowing he would regret drinking so much in the morning. . “Solas?” Solas froze, he hadn't heard Eirlana come in, slowly he turned around and swallowed. Clad in only a sleeveless nightgown and a shawl she stood behind him, her hair loosely pinned up. The moonlight pouring through the windows engulfed her in a surreal light, and for a moment Solas thought he was dreaming, that she was an illusion. Why was she here? He didn't move, frightened to chase her away, scared that she would disappear at any moment. She stepped closer and reached out to him. He took in a sharp breath when her fingers touched his bare chest feather-lightly. Slowly she brushed her lips against his, kissing him tenderly. His resolve was wearing very thin, he had to stop this, he couldn't... “Vhenan?” he broke away from her. “I want to spend the night with you.”

Solas couldn't believe what she just said, she couldn't possibly want to... Eirlana's eyes drew him in, she looked so beautiful, slowly she let her shawl slip from her shoulders. Stunned he watched her, his body already reacting to her presence. Suddenly the dream was shattered when her hand went to his groin, taking it with a delightful pressure, his manhood responding immediately. With a strangled grown he quickly pushed her back. “Sorry! Did I hurt you?” startled by his reaction, she panicked, she had done something wrong. Taking a deep breath to calm himself Solas tried to recover, never would he have expected that from her, it was the total opposite of her otherwise shy and hesitant demeanour. Seeing her reaction only affirmed what he already knew. Everyone had always taken from her, demanded from her, used her. No one had ever loved her, cared for her, showed her what it meant to be together. “No, vhenan.” Solas said a little out of breath. He closed the balcony doors, giving himself a few moments to realise that this was reality. He stepped towards her and saw she was rattled, her mind searching where she had gone wrong. He had scared her and at that moment all of his objections and reason were not important. Softly he caressed her cheek, he wanted nothing more than to banish all of her bad memories. Slowly he started to kiss her and mumbled: “Just let us go a little slower.” His hands stroked her bare arms. Tentative Eirlana raised her hands to touch his chest. Solas could tell she was now questioning every move she made. He didn't want this, he wanted her to enjoy every moment, to receive her touch because she wanted to, not because she felt obliged to. Taking her hand, he brought it to his lips placing sweet kisses on it. . Slower, it was easier said than done Eirlana thought. She didn't know what to do, she felt hesitant to touch him. Not that she was a stranger to sex, but for her, it had always been connected with shame, disgust and pain. She knew it shouldn't be like that. She wanted to be with Solas, to feel his love and touch, and to give him pleasure in return, but now there was a growing knot in the pit of her stomach, fearing she would do something wrong again or spoil the mood. With her insecurities returning, she questioned all she knew. She was afraid to touch him, afraid she wouldn't touch him enough, afraid to disappoint him. Inhaling sharply, her thoughts were disrupted when Solas started to suck and lick at the delicate skin of her inner wrist. A pleasant shiver ran along her spine when he continued to kiss up her arm, leaving a wet trail that cooled in the night air. Like in their dance, he stepped behind her and leaned into her. Concentrating on him she began to relax again. His lips feathered over her collarbone, and her breath hitched when he reached her sensitive spot. His breath brushed hot against her skin, kissing and nipping her, it made her tingle in delight. Sighing she moved her head to the side, giving in to his touch, his warmth. This is what she wanted, this is why she had chosen to come here. There was nothing to be afraid off, there was nothing she could do wrong. Her confidence returning, Eirlana slipped away from him. Watching him she moved slowly backwards to the bed, pulling her hairpins loose. Seeing him staring at her with admiration and desire empowered her. Smiling at him, she tugged at the straps of her nightgown, leisurely loosening them. Solas had to swallow when her nightgown fluttered down, after briefly resting on her hips it pooled at her feet. Standing naked before him, she looked like a vision, with her delicate developing curves, small breasts, her skin almost translucent in the moonlight and her hair a shimmering fall of waves. For a moment he could only stare at her taking in every detail of her, she was so lovely and yet so vulnerable. Mesmerised Solas stepped towards her, his vest hitting the ground with a thud. “You are so beautiful.” he whispered before capturing her lips, his fingers gliding over her arms. He shuddered in delight when he felt her hands move with confidence over his chest, slipping his shirt off his shoulders. Stopping for a moment, he pressed his forehead against hers. He needed to know. “Are you sure?” Eirlana brushed her nose against his, before kissing him tenderly. “Yes and no.” she smiled. It was the truth, there was a strange mixture of want, desire, fear and anticipation inside of her. “And you?” “Yes and no.” Solas confessed, he wanted nothing more than to love her, to touch and feel her, but he was also still keeping the truth from her. Who he was, what he had done and must do in the future. They both laughed nervously, as if they were lovestruck teenagers, getting intimate for the first time. . Sitting down on the bed, Solas slowly pulled Eirlana back, so they were both lying down. He was careful not to lean too much over her, so she had room to retreat if she needed to. They kissed again, and his hands began to wander over her, exploring her sides and stomach, caressing her softly. Leaving her lips, he kissed down her neck and collarbone, before travelling down on her chest. He could hear she was holding her breath when he almost reached her breasts. He skimmed the edge of them, brushing his nose along the soft rising mounts, before moving lower to her ribs. She tensed when he started to lightly kiss her there, dragging his inner part of his upper lip along the exposed skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps that spread over her body. His hands moved all along her figure, cherishing every part of her skin. He kept her on the edge of tickling, caressing her with his lips and tongue until her breath sped up and her stomach began to pulse under his every touch. Only then he moved back up towards her breasts. Taking his time he gently stroked his thumbs along them and placed soft kisses on the tender flesh. Her breath hitched when he finally reached her nipple and took it into his mouth, gently sucking it. He smiled hearing her beautiful moan when his tongue began to lick and roll around. Cupping her breasts more firmly he began to knead them, alternating between them with his fingers, mouth and tongue, teasing her nipples until they turned into stiff peaks. “Solas.” Eirlana panted, she was not sure what she should do. This was so different from what she knew. His hands were on a journey to explore and cherish every part of her, her body was reacting in ways she had never felt before. Afraid of these new sensations and afraid she wasn't doing enough, she desperately took hold of his arms. Solas halted and kissed her on her lips again, looking deep into her eyes. “Shh, don't worry. Just do what feels good for you.” he gave her another heart-throbbing kiss. “I won't stop until I have tasted every part of you.” Her stomach fluttered hearing his low heated voice and seeing his burning but reassuring gaze. Stroking and kissing her, Solas kept his attention on her upper body, giving Eirlana time to relax again. He wanted to show her there was nothing to fear and give her pleasures she had never experienced before. He wished for her to come undone by his touch, to burn her past away and replace it with all the love, tenderness and sweetness he could bestow upon her. . Eirlana felt a strange tension spread through her, but it wasn't an unpleasant one, rather a wonderful anticipation for what was to come. It was as if a burden was disappearing from her shoulders, taking away her doubt, her fear and her shame, all that was left was Solas and his love. Slowly her hands began to move again. She wanted to feel more of him, to explore his body in turn, she loved him with all her heart and wanted him to feel the same pleasure as he gave her. Giving in to her instincts she began to move, her touches and kisses becoming more confident. Her fingers traced and caressed his muscular body and moving her legs she glided them along his, making Solas hum. His mouth began his journey again, after giving her breast some more attention he continued downwards. Her stomach clenched, and she let out a breathing laugh when his lips fluttered lower than before, teasing her taunt sensitive muscles. Gradually Solas let his body slip off the bed until he was on his knees. A little out of breath Eirlana sat up leaning on her elbows, wondering why he moved to the floor. Her breath hitched when he took her feet and pressed a kiss on them and started to work his way up her legs, kissing, caressing, kneading, tasting, worshipping every inch of her skin. Solas was careful when he slowly parted her legs, knowing that it could make her uncomfortable. He watched her closely when he began to stroke her inner thighs. Eirlana held her breath, her first reaction was to close her legs, but by now her mind and body were in a heated haze of anticipation and pleasure. As much as she feared to be touched there, she also wanted it. Seeing how tense she was Solas got up. After kissing her, he pulled several thick cushions towards them, arranging them so she could lie more upright and see what he was about to do. “You are wonderful.” he whispered in her ear. With care, he parted her legs again, kneeling down between them. Not stopping caressing her, he stared at her most intimate parts, even here her hair was white. The sparse soft curls started on her mound of Venus and covered her nether lips leading to her pink folds. Kissing her on her stomach, he slowly made his way to her mound. He could hear her holding her breath again when he started to kiss, lick and suck gently at this soft part of her body, gradually he moved lower until he almost had reached her outer lips. “Solas don't.” Eirlana reached for his face and pushed it away, her voice a heady mix of uncertainty and desire. He looked at her, his eyes filled with love, lust and promise. Pressing her hand against his cheek, he looked her deep in the eyes. “I said I wanted to taste every part of you.” Not breaking eye-contact he turned his head slightly and scraped his teeth over her fingers, nipping softly at her fingertips. Eirlana shuddered and slowly let go of his head and sunk back into the cushions. Solas started to kiss her mound again, slowly moving lower. He could smell her heavy scent of sex, and he couldn't wait to let her drown in ecstasy. Carefully he licked and kissed her outer folds before he parted them. Seeing the gleam of her arousal heightened his own. Eagerly he let his tongue roll over her inner folds and moaned loudly being finally able to taste her. Grabbing the sheets to prevent herself from pushing him back again, Eirlana trembled when she saw him staring in fascination at her most intimate parts. She inhaled sharply when his tongue suddenly moved all over her, the sensation and the vibrations of his voice overwhelming her senses. Her heartbeat sped even more as he kept going, flooding her with sweet pleasure. She wanted to touch something of him, but his body was out of her reach, desperately her hand went for his head again but this time not to push him away. Feeling her stroke his head Solas started to kiss and lick her more intensely, with intervals he looked up at her. She looked gorgeous with her lips slightly parted, her cheeks flushed and her eyes half hooded. Her whole expression telling him she enjoyed every move he made. With his thumbs massaging her mound of Venus he slowly kissed and licked her deeper, time and time again he moved up and teased her on and around her pearl, sucking it gently. Gradually Eirlana's soft moans became louder and more intense, her nails scraping lightly over his scalp. He pulled at her nether lips with his mouth, cherishing and loving every part of her, eating her out more and more. He had to moan when she finally let go completely and parted her legs even more for him, he could taste her heightened arousal. Slowly he let one finger enter her, she was so warm and moist. He felt her stiffen at the intrusion, but he kept licking and kissing her until she relaxed again. With care he began to move his finger, adding one more after a while, massaging her soft passage from within. “ Solas.” Eirlana panted, her body felt like it was on fire from the pleasure he brought her. Whatever he was doing she didn't want him to stop. She groaned and arched her back when he suddenly reached a particular spot within her. He growled, knowing he was the one who did this to her, wanting to give her more he kept moving his fingers, his tongue licking and rolling all over and around her throbbing pearl. He felt her inner walls twitch, not stopping he kept going, knowing she wasn't far from her climax. He curled his fingers inside of her, teasing her spot again. Suddenly she pressed his face against her core, closing her legs around him in her peak. It was exhilarating to feel her clamping onto him, her inner walls pulsing around his fingers. With skilled hands he kept touching and caressing her, drawing out her peak. . Getting back at his feet Solas smiled at Eirlana, her pupils blown wide apart by her arousal, her whole body glowing with pleasure. Letting her catch her breath, he stripped off his last clothes. He sighed, when his throbbing member hit the crisp air, finally free from its confinement. Ignoring the urge to touch himself, he sat down next to her. Recovering from her orgasm Eirlana moved upright and leaned against him. Wanting to have her all the control and freedom she needed, he pulled her on his lap, making sure his member was securely trapped between their stomachs. Lovingly Eirlana straddled him, embracing him she pressed herself against his warm body. Coming down from her high she lazily kissed him tasting herself on him. Solas groaned when her tongue slipped over his lips, opening his mouth they entwined their tongues together. It was wonderful to feel her heated body against his, he brushed aside her hair and raked his nails teasingly over her spine. She arched her back beautifully to his touch, pushing her breast forward with her nipples still hard and sensitive from his earlier ministrations. Eagerly he took them into his mouth, rolling his tongue over them. Her hands grabbed him by his shoulders and pushed him back. Moaning Solas let go, thrilled she was taking control. With lust filled eyes Eirlana kissed him desperately. This was so different, this felt so right. In the past, she had learned to quickly finish the job so she would be left alone again. Never had she enjoyed to give pleasure to someone else. Now she was fascinated how Solas responded to her every touch, how his breath hitched and his muscles flexed under her exploring fingers. She let her hands glide over his body, kneading him, scraping her nails over his skin and could feel his trapped member throbbing against her stomach. Grabbing his head, she pulled it to the side giving her access to his neck. Her lips roamed along it, licking, and scraping her teeth against his muscle. When she bit down on him, she could feel him shiver, thrilled she bit him harder, sucking and rolling her tongue over his flesh. Feeling him grab her more tightly at her hips, she experimentally rolled her hips, pressing her heated centre against the base of his member. The moans that escaped Solas made her smile, and she continued her journey, revelling in the pleasure she brought him, wondering how he would react to what touch. Solas had to force himself to keep his hands still, to give her time to explore him at her own pace. It was exhilarating to feel her move freely against him seeking out her and his pleasure. When she tried to grip his head, he wished he had still his hair, so he could feel her pull it. With closed eyes and parted lips, he gave in to her, moving as she wanted, his body shivering when he felt her kissing and licking his neck. A thrill went through him when he felt her biting him, knowing she was leaving a mark for the world to see. When she rolled her lips, he couldn't help but to grab her and push her more against him. He shuddered when she licked him up his neck until her hot breath brushed against his ear, letting him moan again when she traced it with her tongue and bit down lightly at his sensitive ear-tip. His heart almost pounded out of his chest when she whispered. “I want you.” her voice full of want and desire. “Ma lath.” Hearing Solas slightly out of breath and his deep voice loaded with promise and longing made her shiver. Her pounding heart skipped a beat when his words sunk in. Lost for words she kissed him, and hugged him tightly, knowing that he meant every letter from the bottom of his heart. . A little hesitant Eirlana raised her hips, releasing his member that was trapped between them. Solas' hands were resting on her hips, but he was not guiding or pushing her. Looking into his eyes, she guided him to her core and slowly slid down on him. In union their lips parted, breathing in each other's moans, until he was fully seated inside of her. Holding still she leaned against him, her eyes closed. She could feel her walls clenching around him, stretching her, filling her. Solas didn't move. He grasped her waist more tightly, feeling her finally around him, her heat engulfing him. It was almost too much. The feeling was overwhelming for both of them, to be finally connected. “Ar lath ma” her breath brushed along his upper lip. He grasped her waist more tightly, groaning “Ma lath” once again.

They kissed each other long and passionately until they couldn't resist the urge to move any longer. With her arms resting around her shoulder Eirlana rolled her hips, feeling him shift inside her. With her movement Solas slid his hands to her behind, grabbing her cheeks to encourage her. They began at a torturous slow rhythm, that had them both on edge, their bodies wanting more and don't wanting to stop at the same time. She moved her beautifully against him, and teasingly nipped his under lip only to pull away when he tried to kiss her. They both laughed and revelled in their intimacy. Slowly they bodies heated up, making their movements growing bolder and more profound. Eirlana could see Solas was keeping himself back, wanting him to enjoy it as much as she did she stroked his fingers along his ear, knowing what it would do to him. With a muffled groan he trusted up into her, sheeting himself deeper within her. She gasped and smiled against his lips, breathing in his pleasure. They sped up, moving more strongly, smiling at each other, drinking in their shared love and passion. He felt her fingers curling around his head, pulling and pushing him against her neck. His lips brushed against her fast beating pulse, not able to resist the temptation he hungrily bit her there. Hearing her moan his name he feverishly sucked and worried her skin, leaving his mark on her. She began to lose her rhythm and desperately held on to him. Grabbing her hips firmly he took over, guiding her to her release. He could feel her core throbbing around him, telling him she was close. “Solas, please.” she moaned. “Come for me vhenan.” letting go of her, he moved one hand between their bodies and rubbed his finger against her pearl. She shattered around him, her body shivering and throbbing from her second orgasm. Solas buried his fingers into her hips and bit his tongue, to not follow her. He wanted to pleasure her even more and wished this night would never end. He groaned loudly when he felt her pulsing around him, his name on her lips like the sweetest spell. Her fingers dug into his scalp, pressing her body against his as if she wanted for them to melt together. Out of breath and overwhelmed she went limp in his arms. He kissed her shoulder and held her until she caught her breath, his member throbbing within her, urging him to move. Gently Solas lifted Eirlana, hissing when he slipped out of her, slick and wet from her release. He helped her onto the bed, making sure she lay comfortably against the cushions. Moving between her legs he rubbed himself against her opening, scooping up more of her nectar before he entered her again. “Vhenan.” Breathing heavily he waited, making sure she would be alright with him on top of her. He half closed his eyes when he felt her muscles still flutter from her orgasm. When her arms came around him, welcoming him, he groaned. He wanted to move slowly, but her heat and his need made it impossible. Lifting her leg, he changed his angle, and he began to trust, his eyes not leaving hers for a second. His heart soared when her hands grabbed his butt and wrapped her body around his, meeting his thrusts. She was his, and he was hers. His movements were getting deeper and harder. He wanted to bury himself her, wanted to drink every moan and pant from her parted lips. His hunger and pent-up need was taking over as he sped up. He would never forget this moment, he would never get enough of her. Desperately he moved, kissing her feverishly. Eirlana's mind was going blank, her whole world had shrunken to just them. Her body was melting from the heat of their slick skins moving together. Sweat dripped from him onto her body, tickling her skin as it rolled down. His body was moving fluently under her fingers, his muscles were moving in harmony with his trusts. Overtaken by the sensation she dug her nails into him.

Uttering a wild-sounding growl Solas tried to press himself even deeper inside of her, with even more fever he moved even faster, he was so close, so close. Wanting desperately for them to come together he moved his hand and pressed his fingers against her pearl again. Her reaction was almost immediately, her walls clenching around on him, begging for him to let go. With a deep throaty moan, he came, releasing himself deeply inside of her.

With the build-up suddenly gone Solas' body collapsed, sweaty and heated he lay on her, holding her tightly. Catching his breath, he managed to roll off her with some effort, his body shaking from the high he experienced. They both lay still beside each other panting, unable to say a word. Lazily Solas rolled to his side and put his arm on her waist, her skin hot and sticky with perspiration. He started to place a long slow kiss on the first patch of skin he could reach. Eirlana rolled herself against him, unable to believe what she had just experienced. Smiling and out of breath, she snuggled up against him. With their naked bodies entangled, Solas managed to drag one of the sheets across them, after a few long slow kisses they drifted away, both content and sleepy they dozed off, Solas holding her possessively in his arms. . Already half asleep, Solas' ears twitch. Slowly he opened his eyes, seeing Eirlana curled up next to him he snuggled himself against her, closing his eyes again. “Shuffle.” There was that noise again, it sounded like it was coming from just outside his room. Solas was immediately wide awake, carefully he sat upright, listening intensely. There were people on the move outside on the balcony. Silently he moved out of the bed, wanting to reach his staff. Eirlana stirred, waking up by his movements. “Sol...” quickly he covered her mouth. “Shhh.” and motioned towards the door leading to her room. Alarmed by hearing the clear sound of people moving and muffled voices, she also slipped out of bed. Suddenly they saw the door slowly being opened. With a few quick strides Solas had reached his staff, whoever it was next door, their intentions couldn't be good. He felt Eirlana's magic around him as she erected a barrier. The door swung open and armed masked men stepped through it. “There! Capture the elf! Kill the other one.” Solas could see the leader of the men pointing at him and with their blades drawn the men immediately began to attack him. With staff in hand, he shot out his fade fist, sending the first men flying back. Ice shards and lightning flew through the air, killing the next who came through the door. Solas was alarmed, they were here with a purpose. More men poured into the room, stepping over their fallen comrades, Solas tried his best to hold them back when Iron Bull came storming through the door swinging his battle-axe. Other people were moving in the hall, hastening to come to their aid, the noise of the fight had woken quite a few people. With the odds now against them, the leader and a few of his men escaped over the balcony into the night. In just a few moments everything was over. “What happened here?” Cassandra asked, clad in simple linens. “Someone check on the Inquisitor!” “We had a nightly visit.” Solas replied, still naked he picked up his shirt and helped Eirlana cover herself. She was visibly shaken and looked questioning at him, knowing that this was not a random attack. He was also troubled by the leaders call. “Vints, when do these bastards finally learn.” Iron Bull grumbled, then he turned around and started to laugh. “Look that's what a true warrior is like, always ready to fight, even in his birthday-suit. I should have done that.” “Please don't.” Dorian groaned. Putting on a legging, Solas went over the events. This had been the second attack where they targetted him and Eirlana, and their instructions had been clear, capture one, discard the other. His eyes shot for a second to Eirlana, wondering again if it was him or her they wanted. Who had value to them? There was no doubt the Venatori had their spies within the Inquisition, the same as he had, the Qunari, the Orlesian court, Ferelden and no doubt others. It was a miracle that there was not more bloodshed in the halls of Skyhold. Could it be that Corypheus had discovered who he was? Not that wasn't possible, it was far more logical that they knew what the Inquisition knew, and that was that she is a healer and he an expert in elven lore and the Fade. He would be the more logical target. Why had they come into her room? He had entered hers, before moving to his. Had they assumed he was in there? Had they entered the wrong room? He looked again at Eirlana, no it had to be him they were looking for, she had no connection to anything except her role in the Inquisition as a mage and a healer. She would be of no interest to them. They must have discovered his knowledge of the orb, maybe they needed him in the hopes of unlocking it further. Could he use this to lure them out? Still looking at Eirlana he dismissed it immediately, it was too dangerous, they had called for the death of her. A chill went through him, what would have happened had they succeeded in overpowering him. No, he wouldn't risk her well-being, he had to find another way to get to his orb. “They properly went in here to get revenge for tonight. Thank the Maker they failed.” Cassandra sighed before barking more orders to the guards to double their patrols and be on the lookout for those who had fled. . Soon Solas and Eirlana found themselves in Dorian room, who had 'other' arrangements. “Solas?”

He looked at her while he pulled back the sheets so they could finally get some sleep. “Those men they were looking for someone.” She had kept quiet, not knowing why Solas hadn't said something. “I know vhenan.” “Why didn't you tell them?” After some consideration, he answered. “Because I don't want them to put any guards on us. I don't know why or who of us they were targetting. As far as I know, the only person of interest to them is Ryan. If the others knew they were looking for one of us, they would look even more over our shoulders. They would ask questions about what we are doing and why. Being in the Inquisition is hard enough at it is, and I want to continue my work to fight against Corypheus in peace. I don't see the need to worry them even more.” He took her hand and hated himself for manipulating her. “I know it is frightening to be suddenly attacked, but we are safe here. Besides we are both more than capable of defending ourselves and we are protected by the others. Of course, you can share what you have heard with Cassandra, Ryan or the others. I won't ask you to keep silent on my behalf.” She was silent for a moment and then nodded. He embraced her, regretting there was yet another secret she was keeping for him. “I am sorry.” he murmured. It was already getting light, exhausted Eirlana slipped into bed. After casting a ward to make sure they wouldn't be surprised again and shedding his leggings, Solas followed her. Lying down he possessively took her in his arms, she turned her head towards him, and they shared a long lazy kiss. Slipping his hand under the shirt, she was wearing he softly caressed her stomach. ““Ar lath ma”” he whispered and held her tightly, his heart soared when he heard her whisper. “Ma lath” .

With difficulty, Solas woke up. He had far to little sleep, and his head reminded him of his excessive wine consumption of last night. He frowned when he tried to open his eyes, and the sun was greeting him with her bright light. Not wanting to wake up he buried himself back into the cushions. His legs brushed against Eirlana's, and he hummed as the memories of last night came back to him. Snuggling against her he pulled her more into his arms. Awoken by his movements she stretched herself lazily, she smiled at him, mumbling. “Morning.” and kissed him. Sadly their cuddly morning didn't last long. Too soon they had to get up and pack their belonging. It was strange that all their weeks of preparation was packed up in a few hours to return to Skyhold. “Vhenan.” Eirlana turned towards Solas, she had just closed up her clothing chest. She was surprised to see him with another jewellery box in his hand, although this was a smaller one. In it lay another version of the necklace he had given her. It was a simpler version, attached to a couple of leather cords was a silver pendant. It depicted the same sleeping wolf, but the crystal at its centre was smaller and rougher. “I knew you couldn't wear the other one on a daily basis, so I ordered a second one, one you can always wear.” “Oh Solas, it is wonderful.” she hugged him. “Thank you.” . “Solas, did you pack everything?” Iron Bull grinned at him. “Didn't know elves were carrying that much.” They stood with the carriages and horses, waiting for Ryan. Eirlana started to blush at his remark, and Solas decided to just ignore this one. Dorian groaned and slapped Iron Bull on his back. “Enough you savage.” “Hmm savage? Want me to conquer you again?” he closed in on Dorian, trapping him between his chest and one of the carriages. “Erh erhm.” Cassandra rasped her throat. “If you are finished we have to get moving.” “Yes, Mam.” Iron Bull stepped back from a furiously blushing Dorian. Solas shook his head but had to grin at the exchange.

Ma lath – my love

Ar lath ma – I love you

[sundancingdragon]

Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Doctor Who (2005) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: The Doctor/The Master (Doctor Who), Thirteenth Doctor/The Master (Dhawan), Twelfth Doctor/Missy, Eleventh Doctor/River Song, Tenth Doctor/The Master (Simm), Eleventh Doctor/River Song/Original Character Characters: The Doctor (Doctor Who), Thirteenth Doctor, Twelfth Doctor, Eleventh Doctor, Tenth Doctor, The Master (Doctor Who), The Master (Simm), The Master (Dhawan), The Master | Yana (Doctor Who), The Doctor | Theta Sigma (Doctor Who: Academy Era), The Master | Koschei (Doctor Who: Academy Era), Missy (Doctor Who), River Song, Graham O'Brien, Yasmin Khan, Grace O’Brien, Ryan Sinclair, Jack Harkness, Clara Oswin Oswald, Ashildr | Lady Me, Original Characters Additional Tags: Magic AU, Gallifreyan Culture (Doctor Who), Gallifreyan Empire, Empires - Freeform, mentions of abuse, mentions of trauma, mentions of torture, Abuse, Torture, PTSD, Anxiety, Slavery, Violence, Eventual Smut, Soulmate AU, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Aftercare, soft, they help each other through trauma, it’s cute and soft I promise you, two idiots in love they just don’t admit it, they’re dumb and in love, BDSM elements, evil government, Genocide, Government Experimentation, government aided genocide, shit got dark quick, think this as the hunger games meets v for vendetta, but make it magic, Dark Fantasy Summary:

In the Gallifreyan Empire, Emperor Rassilion works with his High Council of sorcerers to bring order to a ‘chaotic’ world filled with Normals and unruly mages. Slavery is their pillar for society and they destroy those in opposition. It was a shame for them that a previous empress, one Romanadvoratrelundar, created a clause, The Timeless Child Clause, enabling any mage children of the Founding Houses full right to the throne.

The Clause was bound in an ancient magic; unyielding and irrefutable.

The revolution believed there was only one surviving house member, a young woman who gave birth to an extraordinary mage. This mage would soon grow up into a beacon of hope for all though the High Council grow aggravated with her.

It’d be an even bigger shame if the assassin they sent to kill her has a traitorous heart; a heart that beats for his target.

[ao3feed-klance]

Deal with the Devil

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by River_Nix

James Griffin had been raised in a village where hunters were the only mythical creatures that weren't considered monsters. At least, to the villagers. He, along with his friends: Ryan Kinkade, Ina Leifsdottir, and Nadia Rizavi were the present generation hunters. Their job was to protect the village from any mythical creature found in the woods surrounding the village. However, one fateful encounter that James has with a mage leads him to question everything he's ever known about other mythical creatures. Who should he really be protecting? And who's he really protecting the innocent from?

Words: 9714, Chapters: 7/8, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of James/Keith/Lance: Mythical AU

Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: James Griffin (Voltron), Ina Leifsdottir, Nadia Rizavi, Ryan Kinkade, Iverson (Voltron), Sanda (Voltron), Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Allura (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Lotor (Voltron), Nyma (Voltron)

Relationships: James Griffin/Keith/Lance (Voltron), James Griffin/Keith (Voltron), Keith/Lance (Voltron), James Griffin/Lance (Voltron)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Supernatural Hunters, Hunter!James, hunter!Ryan, Hunter!Ina, Hunter!Nadia, Hunter!Iverson, Hunter!Sanda, Mage!Keith, Wolf shifter!Lance, Phoenix!Shiro, Mermaid!Allura, Elf!Katie, Elf!Hunk, Wizard!Lotor, Queen Allura, Fluff, Light Smut

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[lavender-creame]

yo ryan pov would be a fun time just putting it out there

Oh man, I hope this is what you meant by this ask because this is the best my brain can do, also Happy Holidays, sorry it took me so long to do this ask, it ended up much longer than I thought it would be lol

Christmas Gifts (Ryan Magee x Reader)

| Minors DNI | 18+ only | 2.7k words Summary: Ryan is at a Christmas party that he really doesn't want to be at until you bump into him Warnings: smut, nsfw, cursing, oral (afab receiving), penetration, a little bit of voyeurism if you squint a/n: Enjoy this holiday special babes <33 You can also find my stuff on a03 at lavender_creame

Ryan truly loved Christmas, but for him, the season was always tainted by the constant events and so it was no surprise that he was being forced to attend yet another party full of inebriated fools who spent the evening making small talk with people they'd never see again. Initially, Matt wanted to drive along with Ryan to the party, but Ryan was certain that he didn't want to be Matt's ride home because that would require him to stay the entire time.

He glanced down at his phone as he exited his home in his suit- phone rang for the third time. It was, of course, Matt, but he simply pressed decline and texted Matt that he was on his way. 

Ryan was only willing to go to a couple parties each year; he didn't mind small gatherings, but large parties were his worst nightmare. So when he answered Matt's second phone call about 10 minutes prior and he heard far more voices and much louder music than he expected, he was not amused. 

As he pulled into the crowded parking lot, he sighed. He wished Matt was honest with him in the size of the party, but Matt knew better; Ryan wouldn’t have come. Maybe it was the warm California winters, or perhaps it was Ryan’s nerves, but he felt the need to take off his suit jacket and toss it over his shoulder as he walked inside.

The venue was large and was filled to the brim with people in expensive suits and dresses. Garlands and wreaths lined the walls and decorated trees dotted the corners of the lobby. Some sat on couches, others stood at the bar, there were even people dancing in the ballroom before the live band; Ryan didn’t even know where to start in looking for Matt.

Ryan made his way through the crowd trying to avoid bumping elbows or disrupting any conversations. His eyes scanned the halls for the stalky, sickly looking idiot who he called his best friend. Ryan eventually found him seated at one of the tables talking with some random girl who looked like she’d rather be anywhere else except in this room. Matt looked like he was more than a few drinks in as he entertained his one person audience and Ryan rolled his eyes before approaching him.

Taking the drink out of Matt's hand, he set it down, “Hey Man, what's up?”

Matt smiled up at Ryan and stumbled while trying to stand to give him a quick hug. Ryan caught his drunken friend in his arms and looked over his shoulder to the girl, waving her off; she nodded and giggled as she walked towards another group of people to mingle with.

"I thought you weren't going to drink that much, Matt," Ryan questioned as he sat Mathew back down. 

"Chill out man," he slurred out, "I wasn't even sure you were coming."

Before Ryan could reply, Matt cut him off, "OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS SONG!" and with that Ryan was alone again.

He exhaled as he watched Matt dance horribly with another group of people that looked familiar. At this point, Ryan's only objective was to make his rounds so he could say he showed up, then leave.

Deciding he could use a drink before he forced himself to talk to a bunch of people, he headed over to the full bar. Finally managing to squeeze his way to the front, he ordered a whiskey and rolled up his sleeves, his jacket now draped over his forearm.  The bartender, who looked stressed, poured the drink, handed it to Ryan, and ran off to help the next person. Ryan slowly took a slow sip of it before placing it back in front of him. The one redeeming factor for Ryan at parties like this was that he enjoyed people watching. At the moment, he found himself listening into the conversations of the group next to him. Glancing over at them, he noticed the men in the group begin to get louder, in fact, he realized they were getting a bit aggressive to the only woman who stood with them. The woman was closest to Ryan and faced away from him so he couldn't see her face. Her dress, however, was backless and a beautiful Christmas green that matched her skin tone well and had subtle sparkles in the fabric. Ryan felt a bit embarrassed that he was so obviously staring at her, but before he could look away, she was suddenly flying towards him; she had been pushed by one of the men. 

When she crashed into his chest, Ryan caught her and she let out an audible yelp. When he looked down at her, he saw that her eyes were wide with shock, and yet for a moment, he found himself unable to look away; she was even more beautiful then he had imagined. The men from the group began to laugh which snapped Ryan out of his daze, but before he could say anything, one of them took his drink and splashed it all over the front of her dress. Her and Ryan both gasped, and Ryan felt his body heat with anger.

"That's what you get, slut!" The one who poured it on her roared before they all laughed again, walking off. 

This kind of stuff is what made Ryan hate parties so much, he had enough of shit-faced assholes for the night.

The woman, still in shock, stood completely still with tears in her eyes, but Ryan on the other hand turned to the guy behind him and told him to get security before placing his jacket over the woman’s shoulders, to which she finally turned around to meet his gaze.

“Are you okay? Security is coming, but until then, you should probably sit down, here,” Unable to reply, the woman let him lead her to a couch nearby. He kneeled in front of her as she sat down. 

“Can I ask your name?” Ryan said quietly, afraid to scare her anymore than she already was.

Looking into his eyes, and feeling the jacket around her, she began to calm down and took a deep breath, “Y/N” you said, “I’m Y/N, and I am so sorry you got pulled into all of that, I didn’t think my ex would be here or I wouldn’t have wore this low cut of a dress.” 

He could tell you tried to make a joke out of it, but Ryan just looked back concerned before asking again if you were alright, he never got an answer out of you the first time. 

He watched you nod as you apologized again, “I hope I didn’t ruin the party for you.”

Ryan laughed and pulled out the handkerchief that sat in the pocket next to his lapel, “No, you didn’t ruin it for me, if anything you gave me a reason to want to be here.”

Ryan didn’t want to overstep any boundaries, but he saw you shivering and wanted to help clean you up a bit. Leaning in a bit closer, Ryan gently traced the cloth across the liquor that dripped down your cheek to your collarbone. Eventually, when he looked up, he noticed you were already looking down at him with what he thought was a deeper blush than before.

This time, it was his turn to apologize, “I should have asked if I could help you first, I’m sorry, here take this to dry yourself off,” he removed the cloth from your skin and held it in a way that gestured for you to take it. Ryan had no clue what made him do something so out of character.

Ryan, however, was taken aback when he felt your fingers place themselves around his wrist instead of the handkerchief. You began to pull his arm towards your collarbone, continuing to stare deep into his eyes; Ryan’s breath caught in his chest.

“No, it felt nice. I appreciated it, I promise,” you whispered as his hand and the silk cloth met skin, “You never told me your name.”

This was all so much more than Ryan anticipated, but he supposed he was the one who started all of this, “Ryan Magee,” was all he could mumble out.

“Well Ryan,” he watched your lips as you replied before looking back up at you, “It’s been a rather hard night for me, and I’d prefer to not remember it to be completely honest with you, but I’m pretty sick of alcohol at the moment,” Ryan felt your thumb rub against his hand and your heeled foot gently rub his leg, “How do you feel about doing the honors of helping me forget, Mr. Magee?”

If Ryan thought he was hot before, he must have been absolutely boiling now. His face was red with surprise as the dilemma rang through his mind and he visibly swallowed.

“Are you sure? Don’t you want to wait for security so they can do something about this?”

He felt his knuckles meet your lips and you giggled, “Unless security can help me get this sticky, wet dress off my body, then I’m sure it’s your help that I want.”

That was all Ryan needed to hear before he stood and took your hand to help you up as well. He wasn’t usually the type to do something like this, but he’d be lying if he said it was the first time. Ryan, still wanting to be a gentleman as well as inconspicuous, offered his elbow to you as he walked down one of the long hallways, looking for somewhere hidden. 

 As the two of you walked, Ryan could feel his heart beating faster. As he found the door to what he guessed was a closet for cleaning supplies, he tested the handle to see if it was locked; he turned it and it opened. It wasn't very big, but it'd do the job; however, before he could step inside, you pulled him inside by the collar of his shirt causing Ryan to stumble into the closet. 

Your lips met his in a hungry kiss for a moment before he felt you suddenly pull away, “Don’t you think you should shut the door and give us a little more privacy, Mr. Magee?”

There was no hesitation, Ryan immediately complied. After closing the door, he heard you start to fumble with your dress eagerly, letting out a frustrated sigh. He chuckled before instructing you to turn around. Wanting to tease you a bit, he unzipped the dress leisurely, "I bet that feels much better, Y/N."

From what he could tell, the dress must have had a built-in bra because there seemed to be nothing else covering your figure except for thin panties and those damn heels.  He smiled to himself as he leaned in once again, allowing him better access to your breasts and neck, as he did so, he felt your height lower with the removal of your shoes. He teased you a bit more by sucking on your neck running his hands over your skin.

"Ryan, we don't have time for this." 

He chuckled again as he heard you whine out, "Okay, okay, fine."

He unbuttoned his shirt a bit, taking off his tie in the process, and rerolled up his sleeves so they were more secure as he kneeled down to eye level with your clothed cunt. 

Lifting one of your legs above his shoulder, he looked up at you, "You know if it weren't for your ex spilling his drink on you, I might have still been able to grab some of that expensive food they catered," Ryan kissed up your thigh, "Lucky for me though, it seems like I'll still have time to eat."

Deciding to not give you any time to reply, Ryan moved your panties out of the way and gave your cunt a long lick, earning a whispered moan from you; Ryan smiled in satisfaction. You sounded beautiful and he wanted to hear more.  He slid a finger into your slit and began to fuck you as his lips suctioned around your clit. Ryan looked up at you as your moans became a bit louder, and he watched you stabilize yourself with one hand on the wall next to you, and bit down on your other hand to stop yourself from making too much noise. Suddenly, he felt finger lightly grip his hair, nails running across his scalp; he shivered. Pulling his tongue away from you and kissing your inner thighs, Ryan went back to work. He slowly circled your clit and sucked it before taking it into his mouth again, licking and biting it softly, making you gasp and moan again. Feeling your hips thrust upwards slightly, Ryan quickly added another finger, curling them to find the spot that would make you fall apart in his hands. He knew he had found it when he felt you twitch and whine into your fist.

"Ryan, shit-" you mumbled against your knuckles, "I'm close, Ryan."

With all of the beautiful sounds you were making, and the way you tugged at his scalp, Ryan felt himself harden more and more.  With one more thrust of his fingers, he felt your walls tighten around him and Ryan watched in wonder.

Ryan continued to suck until you finished, feeling your juices coat his fingers.

Once you came down from your high, Ryan grabbed your hips and helped you stand straight. Looking deep in your eyes, Ryan smiled as he took one last look at your gorgeous face, before leaning in to kiss you. The second his lips touched yours, you kissed him back, wrapping your arms around his neck, before you pulled away from him, leaving him confused.

"I want you to fuck me, please Ryan, help me forget this stupid party."

Your words made Ryan's chest tighten, "Are you sure?" he asked, searching your eyes for any kind of hesitance.

He was pulled into one more kiss before you whispered a faint, "Please," into his lips. Ryan couldn't hold back anymore and picked you up so that your legs rested around his waist and he pushed you up against the wall. He used a hand to unbuckle his belt and remove his length from his dress pants, slowly rubbing it against your wet folds.

"You ready, sweet heart?" Ryan asked between kisses to your collar bone.You nodded before opening your mouth to breathe a faint, "Yes," your voice sounded strained. Ryan didn't need to be told twice, he wasted no time moving into your core, sliding his cock fully into you before giving you a moment to adjust. As his girth stretched you out, Ryan admired the way you moaned as you threw your head back against the wall. 

When he began to move, your fingers, once again, curled around his hair while your other hand gripped at his shoulders, pulling at the fabric of his button up. Ryan watched as your face contorted in ecstasy and your chest heaved eagerly and he felt himself swell at the sight. As he pumped in and out of you at a steady pace, Ryan ran his fingertips along your thighs. When his rhythm picked up, he noticed how your fingernails dug into his skin as you cried out his name.

"Fuck, Ryan..." You gasped, "Just... keep going. Just keep going.."

Before long, Ryan felt your ankles tighten around him and your thighs begin to shake; you whimpered as you came undone. Ryan watched as your head fell forward onto his shoulder, your hot breath tickling him. 

Seeing you cry out, began to push Ryan to his breaking point as well, "Where do you want me, Y/N?"

"Inside, please Ryan, I'm on birth control, I want to feel you fill me," You whispered against his ear, nuzzling against his jaw. 

Without hesitation, Ryan began pumping in and out of you quickly as you began to more purposefully ride his cock; it only took a few pumps to bring him over the edge. He held you against him as he came, feeling your velvety walls surround him. After a few moments of silence, Ryan felt you shift forward, giving him one last kiss. 

Ryan carefully lifted you off his cock and onto the ground, before smiling as he admired you, "How about we ditch this awful party and go back to my place for round 2?"