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The Wolf King & the Great Stag

(Story inspired by this drawing under read more ↓)

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It was twilight.

He was overlooking the lake, without focusing on anything in particular, when the wind carried a voice to him. One of his ears folded in its direction, and then the rest of his body followed.

“Greetings, Wolf King! It is a pleasure to finally meet you! I'm the new Great Stag.”

He narrowed his eyes with a puzzled expression. “But you’re a doe.”

She chuckled, amused. “In the Herd, whoever can best lead and protect everyone receives the Antlers. I believe the same is true for the Crown in your Pack, yes?”

“... Indeed, it is.”

A silence settled between them, and after a while, the Great Stag cleared her throat. “I will get going, then. Thank you for your time. Be well, Wolf King.”

“Be well, Great Stag,” he replied, watching as she walked away. There was a large scar over the left side of her face, but what really caught his eye were her Antlers; truly majestic, a crown in their own way.

***

“How did it go, my child? Did you meet the new Great Stag?”

“Yes, Pap- Elder, but… she is a doe.”

“A mighty one, no doubt, if she has received the Antlers.”

***

She peered over the pasture, ears perked up and eyes sharp. All seemed well, until she picked up a scent that meant no good. The Great Stag immediately ran ahead, gesturing heavily, but trying to make no sound. Those who caught on moved out at once, while she circled back to warn the others.

The helpless cry of a fawn made her turn around, towards the lake. The Great Stag managed to get between it and its pursuer. A large, gray-and-tan wolf bared its fangs, ready to pounce. She lowered her head, and steadied her arms.

A whistle, however, was enough for the wolf to back down, and away, towards the tree line. Not far from there, sitting on a rocky hill, the bright golden eyes of the Wolf King focused on the lake shore. Without a word, he returned to the Den, in the thickest part of the woods.

***

Even though it was freezing, he couldn’t help being outside. It was one of those times when the night sky lit up with electric greens. The form of a Higher One allowed for so many new experiences, and ever since he was given the Crown, this became his favorite one. Out of habit, the Wolf King went down to the lake. After all, it was even more breathtaking when it reflected on dark waters.

To his surprise, there was someone already there, looking up at the sky. Her ears flickered as he approached.

“Greetings, Great Stag.”

“Greetings, Wolf King. Did you come to see the Norðrljós (1) too?”

“‘Norðrljós’? Is that their name?”

“That’s what the Raven called them the night I received the Antlers. They said it was a coincidence, as they come and go frequently… but I like to think something special happens when they light up the sky.”

The Wolf King crossed his arms, lowering his gaze from the Norðrljós to her. “Like what?”

“Oh, I don’t know. I didn’t mean to say that it happens to me,” the Great Stag replied, looking back at him. Her eyes were bright silver, like two full moons stolen from the sky. “You have my gratitude.”

“For what?”

“For calling off the wolf pursuing that fawn. Poor young one, trembled all the way back.”

“There’s no need to thank me. A fawn so small would not feed many. Besides, I’d rather not lose a member of the Pack to the Great Stag. Our numbers must not dwindle.”

She nodded. “The form of a Higher One gives so much knowledge and understanding, every day I learn something new. Like now, I learned the Wolf King is kind.”

He scoffed, an awkward smile on his lips. “You are a strange one, Great Stag. Your predecessor would have left the moment he heard me.”

“Indeed… Does it bother you?”

“I am at peace with it.”

“Then I hope we can speak again soon,” she said, nodding as she smiled. “Be well, Wolf King.”

“Be well, Great Stag.”

***

When there was a chance, and sometimes even when there wasn’t, they managed to find each other and share some time together. Once again, they met by the lake shore to see the Norðrljós.

The Wolf King reached out and gently caressed her left cheek. “May I ask where this scar came from?”

“I was just a fawn, cornered by one of you, mighty wolves. I thought my end was near, but I somehow managed to see another day,” the Great Stag explained, noticing the Wolf King was not actually looking at her scar.

“As expected, you truly have… doe eyes…” he said, lost in thought.

The Great Stag leaned in with a smile. “Wolf King, up close, you’re quite handsome.”

The Wolf King’s ears immediately perked up, and a light blush spread through his cheeks. “Those are kind words, considering the Great Stag holds great beauty.”

Her ears lowered, taken aback. “Beauty? With a scar like this?”

“A scar that shows the Herd you understand their struggles, even though the Antlers now protect you from harm. You faced pain and near death as a fawn, yet retain a gentle nature. Indeed, the Great Stag holds great beauty.”

There was a pause, and then a gentle kiss. They parted, staring into each other's eyes; the amber gaze of the Wolf King, and the silver moons of the Great Stag. A sparkle shone in both of them.

***

“Regardless of the relationship between you, our Pack will never stop hunting the Herd. You understand this, my child?”

“Yes, Elder. The Great Stag has never requested otherwise.”

“Nor will she. The Great Stag also understands. However, the Pack will not grow from this either. A doe…

"Is unable to bear my pups. I understand… I will choose a Queen when the time is right."

***

A loud crack froze the Herd in place as an incredibly sharp pain went through the Great Stag’s skull. All eyes were on her, and each face seemed stunned in horror. Panting, she sprinted as fast as she could to the lake’s shore. Her reflection showed the right Antler was covered in fissures. Another loud crack did the same to the left.

The Great Stag’s scream was heard all over the land, even in the Den in the thickest part of the woods. The Wolf King immediately took off, stumbling a few times as he hurried under the bright green sky. It didn’t take long to spot her, collapsed near the water. He helped her up, and felt a shiver as the blood stained his hands.

“What is happening? Are the Antlers punishing you? Did I… cause this?”

A part of the left antler broke apart and seemed to explode in a million pieces. The Great Stag let out another soul-crushing scream.

“We do not know… this has never… happened before,” the bases of both antlers were bleeding profusely onto her face. She cupped his cheek with a feeble smile. “Even if it was because of you… I have no regrets.”

The Great Stag grew weak, fainting from the pain as another piece broke off and disintegrated. Terribly afraid of what this might mean, the Wolf King carried her back to the Den, out of breath. "Papa! Something's wrong!"

The big, older wolf came into the light. His fur had gone gray with time, but the blue eyes remained as bright as ever.

The Wolf King kneeled. "Please, help her."

The Elder let out a deep sigh. "I don't know how. The Antlers are not from the Pack, their rules are a mystery to me."

"The Herd doesn't know what is happening either! What should we do?"

"My child, what you should not have done is bring her to the Den," the Elder said, melting back into the shadows. "The Great Stag's blood is still prey's blood, and there are nothing but hunters here."

The Wolf King suddenly noticed the growls all around him, humbly asking for a piece to nibble on. He left immediately, sprinting to reach the spot by the lake once again. Every time a part of the Antlers broke off, strands both in her hair and in her tail bleached white and the Great Stag would let out a weak groan.

“I don’t know how to help you,” the Wolf King sniffled, holding her hand.

Her eyes half-opened, and fixed on his. After a great effort, the Great Stag’s lips managed to curl into a feverish smile.

“Maybe you can’t, and that is alright. If I must go, either back to my simple form, or away forever, I’m glad it’s beholding what I love the most. The Norðrljós… and you.”

The last of the Antlers crumbled and disappeared. She would probably revert to her regular doe appearance soon, and be lost within the Herd, awaiting death once again. The Great Stag was trembling greatly, but did not move, nor say anything else. The Wolf King laid her on the snow and held her close, gently kissing her lips.

“I will stay with you until this is done, dear one. For the love we share, and that I will carry with me until the last of my days.”

***

He couldn’t recall falling asleep, and jerked himself awake. The Great Stag was still there, in the form he had always known her for, but something was amiss. A long, fluffy tail, not unlike his, replaced the short one, and her ears�� her ears had moved up, and changed shape. Even the colors of the furs she always wore had faded. She was completely still.

The Great Stag was, somehow, not a deer anymore, and he wasn't the only one who noticed. There was a loud flap of wings around them. Ravens saw everything, and remembered plenty, but kept little to themselves. "Ahh, so you've finally chosen."

"What do you mean?"

"Exactly what I just said. You chose her, is that not so?"

"I- I do prefer her over other mates, yes."

"And so, the Antlers have gone away, away, away for another deer to lead the Herd."

"Oh… It really was because of me. Her pain and suffering, I caused them all."

“That much is true, true, true.”

The Wolf King quietly sobbed over the former Great Stag, and was noticeably spooked when she cupped his cheek with a feeble smile. “Up close, you really are quite handsome.”

He immediately embraced her, while the Raven cackled on a branch above them. “You chose, but her head cannot hold both the Crown and the Antlers, so one of them has gone away, away, away.”

“The… the Crown rejects the Antlers?”

"Choice! The Pack cannot prosper with just a King, he must have a mate. The Herd is safest under the Great Stag's watchful gaze. AND YET! You both left these matters behind to be with one another. All that has happened was due to your choices, choices, choices!"

"Is it… is it alright with you?" The Wolf King asked, holding her hand. "To leave your Herd?"

"It is too late to ask," she replied, giving him a meaningful squeeze. The color was slowly returning to her cheeks. "I had already chosen you, so the Antlers-"

"Went away, away, away!"

"I see… Both the Crown and the Antlers follow their holder's will…"

The Wolf King helped her wash away the blood from her face. She noticed two things reflected in the dark waters; one was the remnants of the Norðrljós, and the other was that her ears and most of her hair, just like her tail, were now snow white.

He helped her up. “Come on, let’s go home to the Pack so you can rest.”

“But… how should I present myself now?”

The Raven interrupted. “Isn’t it obvious?”

***

“Great Elder of the Pack, may I introduce the new Wolf Queen?”

The old wolf’s eyes shone with approval. There was honest joy in his laughter. “A white Queen, no less!”

As a fawn, and even as the Great Stag, she had always felt a healthy fear of wolves. The mere sight of them put her on guard, and yet, now that so many were around, there was no more fear in her heart, just a familiar desire to keep them all safe.

The Wolf King guided her to the Elder’s side and whispered, not without surprise. “No one seems to recognize her.”

“Recognize who? Before you left, you were carrying the Great Stag in your arms. Now, you come hand in hand with the Wolf Queen. Much has happened in that time, but to those who don’t sport he form of a Higher One, or Elders like me, it will remain unseen.”

“The… the Raven saw. Won’t they say something?” the Wolf Queen asked quietly.

“Ravens see everything, my child, but worry not. Those who hear their whispers will not mind.”

***

It was twilight.

The Wolf King stirred, and immediately shuddered when he noticed no one by his side. However, before he could fully panic, his eyes fixed on a ghostly silhouette at the Den’s entrance.

“I did not hear you wake,” he said, sitting by her side.

“You’re not alone in that regard, dear one,” she replied, briefly looking back at all the other sleeping wolves. “Has the moon always been so bright? I can't seem to stop staring at it.”

“Me neither,” the Wolf King said, not looking up, but deep into her eyes.

They shared a kiss, and then leaned into each other, admiring how the moonlight shone brightly over the land. Deep in their hearts, they realized that something special certainly happens whenever the Norðrljós light up the sky.

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(1) Norðrljós: lit. “Northern Lights'' in Icelandic.

Pose reference by @LTMOG14 (twitter). Aurora pics by Tobias Bjørkli.

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Ottar e Ilya

Cuestionario:

PRE-RELATIONSHIP

How did they first meet?

Ilya es el jefe de un equipo bastante particular, quienes hacen muy bien su trabajo cuando la situación lo amerita, con toda seriedad y profesionalismo, pero que en el día a día son un verdadero tornado. Llenos de energía, se gastan bromas y hacen travesuras, y a veces sin querer, el precio lo paga la infraestructura o implementos del cuartel.

Así es como Ilya busca un mecánico, rogando que alguno tenga la voluntad de ir a trabajar de noche/madrugada, y encuentra el número de Ottar. Ottar va y lo primero que ve es a Ilya sermoneando a su equipo como si fueran niños regañados. Al reírse por la escena, Ilya sin saber de su llegada reclama por aquello. Ottar se presenta, lo que hace que Ilya de un respingo y se tome un momento para bajar la vergüenza. Ese es el comienzo de su bonita relación. Aquí está el momento What was their first impression of each other? Ottar: "Es más bajo que todos ellos pero se nota que tiene el control sobre todos… parece una mamá enfadada". Y cuando Ilya reclama por su risa sin saber que fue él, eso le agradó bastante. Did any of their friends or family want them to get together? Todo el team de Ilya termina conspirando para facilitar su cercanía. Tras notar la química, comienzan a romper cosas "sin querer", o notificar de fallas, para que así el "mecánico guapo" venga a reparar todo. Como pago lo invitan a comer con ellos y crean situaciones en las que tarde o temprano Ilya termina más alterado y comenta algo que expone un poquito más sobre sus sentimientos por Ottar. También se da lo mismo con Ottar, solo que él no se altera, sino que es más transparente, pero muy educado y también termina por frenar esas instancias si percibe que Ilya está ya muy incómodo. Por otro lado, Ottar cortó lazos con su familia, más bien con su padre, quien es una persona en alta posición socioeconómica. Ottar buscó su propio camino y felicidad, lejos de las imposiciones de él. Su padre está en contra de todas las decisiones que él ha tomado, y luego reaparece en su vida, tras años de no saber nada mutuamente, solo para terminar juzgándole de nuevo e intentando que vuelva a su "verdadero mundo". Ottar desde luego no accede. Who felt romantic feelings first? Podría decirse que fue mutuo Did either of them try to resist their feelings? Ilya intenta ir con cautela respecto a lo que siente. Ottar no se reprime lo que va sintiendo.

If you had told one of them that the other would be their soulmate, what would they think? Ottar lo habría creído sin muchas dudas. Tiene una facilidad para poder percibir la esencia de las personas. What would their lives be like if they had never met? Por parte de Ottar, lo más probable es que hubiera seguido viajando, conociendo, y teniendo relaciones breves. Quizás hubiera regresado con su antigua pareja, con quién quedó en buenos términos, para retomar eso o solo por amistad.  Ilya hubiera seguido siendo bombero y probablemente hubiera muerto en el derrumbe de un edificio al que entraron por una emergencia (la única razón por la que cambiamos su destino fue porque surgió su ship con Ottar, antes solo era un amigo de Seb). Un guiño a eso es que es Ottar quien físicamente va y con la ayuda y autorización del segundo al mando, entra y logra sacar a Ilya de entre los escombros, salvando su vida aunque quede en coma temporal. El no perder la esperanza de que Ilya se recupere y puedan volver a estar juntos de alguna manera lo salva también. GENERAL Who initiated the relationship, and how did it go? Ottar se atrevió a invitar a Ilya a tomar un café. Antes de eso, le hizo una importante rebaja (prácticamente no le cobró dinero) por una reparación e instalaciones que realizó para Ilya y su equipo. Le preguntó a Ilya si podía tomarse un café con él, y charlar, porque hace días que no se tomaba una pausa del trabajo, y el ruso parecía ser de cafés. Aunque si no quería, estaba bien. (Desde luego se dio por pagado ya que Ilya aceptó)

Did they have an official first date? If so, what was it like?

Se puede contar cómo primera cita el café What was their first kiss like? El primer beso llega después de varios intentos que no se concretan. A Ilya le ganaban los nervios o ciertos temores, lo que llevaba a que eso quedara en pausa, pero no afectó mayormente en la relación, sino que al contrario, aumentaba la ilusión de cuando se concretara. Finalmente llega y es muy bonito (/w\) toda una experiencia sensorial y emocional intensa dentro de lo soft que es. Ottar es súper paciente. Were they each other’s first anything (kiss, relationship, etc.)? Por parte de Ottar no. Él ya había tenido una relación más larga anterior y algunos encuentros breves con otras pocas personas. Para Ilya tampoco serían sus primeras experiencias, pero sí es el primero con quien puede proyectarse mucho. What’s their height difference? Age difference? Ilya mide 1.75 y Ottar mide 1.90, tienen una diferencia de edad de año y algo, casi dos. What’s their relationship with each other’s families? La verdad es que ninguno de los dos es muy cercano a su propia familia así que con la del otro no hay mayor relación. En el futuro, después de varios años, Ottar retoma su relación con su madre, y ella quiere mucho a Ilya. El padre de Ottar nunca aprueba a Ilya, y en verdad no aprobaría a nadie. Está en veremos todavía el regreso del padre de Ilya.  Who takes the lead in social situations? Ottar más que Ilya.

Who gets jealous easier? Ilya

Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear? Ottar, y es muy hot LOVE Who said “I love you” first? Ottar. Lo dice de formas alternativas antes, hasta que ocupa esas palabras (/w\) What are their primary love languages? En el caso de ambos, el tiempo de calidad. Por aquí dejo uno. Who uses cheesy pick-up lines? Ottar, y hace sonrojarse seguido a Ilya How often do they cuddle/engage in PDA? No mucho, Ilya más bien prefiere las muestras de afecto en privado. Who initiates kisses? ¿Ambos? Ambos, ambos. Who’s the big and little spoon? Ottar es la grande e Ilya la chiquita What are their favorite things to do together? Estar en la casa rodante, viajar. Estar donde hay madera jajaja. Tienen esencia de hombres del bosque.  Who’s better at comforting the other? Ottar, verbal y físicamente. Who’s more protective? Los dos en diferentes maneras. Si Ilya está en riesgo, Ottar no respeta ningún protocolo o regla y es capaz de entrar donde no debería para sacarle y ponerle a salvo. Ilya también está atento constantemente al desgaste de su pareja y si es necesario lo obliga a tomarse unos días. Do they prefer verbal or physical affection? Ottar prefiere ambas por igual. Ilya cuando se acostumbra, le agarra el gusto al contacto físico, pero al principio era más retraído. What are some songs that apply to their relationship, in-universe or otherwise? Kiss: I was made for loving you Danheim: Ulfhednar Hay muchas más pero se nos olvidaron x'D What kind of nicknames do they call each other? Ottar le dice "lobo" a Ilya, porque el ruso le recuerda la elegancia y majestuosidad de ese animal. También le dice bebé y alguna marca top de auto cuando están disfrutando algún juego. El resto son palabras cariñosas de pareja. Ilya le dice "Mishka" a Ottar, que significa "osito" en ruso. También juega con la literal nobleza de Ottar (tiene sangre noble pero se fugó de esa vida) y le dice "Mi señor". Del apodo Mishka, aquí está la primera vez que se lo dice.  Who remembers the little things? Ilya es muy observador y atento así que recuerda varias cosas. Ottar también, pero más en el presente. Algunas cosas se le pueden olvidar sin querer. DOMESTIC LIFE If they get married, who proposes? Ottar, y de una manera bastante propia de él, que incluye una cita muy romántica y luego la puesta de anillo a Ilya mientras él está con la guardia baja recibiendo mucho amor. Típico de Ottar salirse de las cosas tradicionales y ser más sorpresivo. What’s the wedding like? Who attends? Howard va como el Best Man (¿cómo se traduce eso al español?) De Ilya. También van todos los del team(Sam, Zeki, Hawk y Seb), Cal, y amistades de Ottar. En la boda hay madera seguramente.

How many kids do they have, if any? What are they like? Tienen tres bellos retoños: Raynor, el mayor, Ila y Eiki. Do they have any pets? En algún momento de sus vidas tienen un perro grande, que aún no tiene nombre.

Who’s the stricter parent? Ilya. Ottar es muy relajado, sería el papá más permisivo. Who worries the most? Ilya, tiende a sobrepensar mucho, la culpa la tiene el estrés. Who kills the bugs in the house? Ilya. No lo piensa mucho.  How do they celebrate holidays? No suelen celebrar mucho las festividades tradicionales. Más bien celebran fechas especiales para ellos. Who’s more likely to convince the other to come back to sleep in the morning? Ottar ocasionalmente, pero Ilya también lo hace cuando puede descansar un poco más de sus turnos. Si Ottar se quiere levantar para preparar desayuno, lo ataja y le pide otro ratito más de solo estar acurrucados. Who’s the better cook? Ilya, no es que cocine mejor pero tiene tiempo cocinando así que tiene más costumbre. Who likes to dance? Ilya, aunque usted no lo crea de Ripley. A Ottar también, aunque prefiere más cantar, sobre todo cuando va manejando por alguna ruta.

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Fenrir & Artica in casual clothing

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Artica and Fenrir: *Watching the Nordic Combined competition when they get on the Kiss Cam*

Artica: *Blushing like crazy, covering their head*

Fenrir: *Making an obvious no gesture*

Crowd: *Boos*

Artica and Fenrir: *Kiss Cam comes back to them several times during the game and both object*

Fenrir fed up with this bullshit after the millionth time: OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE!! *Grabs Artica by the collar, kissing her*

Crowd: *Cheers loudly*

Artica: *Sits quietly for half an hour, staring ahead blankly in shock* I wonder why the camera kept coming back to us?

Fenrir: *Shrugs and continues to watch the competition*

Bud and Karianne, slipping a hundred bucks to the nearby cameraman: Thank you, my good sir.

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Bahar x Lykes

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PRE-RELATIONSHIP

How did they first meet? Devil’s Dance Floor I

What was their first impression of each other? Bahar: está perpleja de ver que lo despedazó a sus atacantes es una persona, y además una que es muy amable con ella Lykes: (siente admiración al instante) ”Toda mi vida me he defendido con violencia. Nunca había escuchado a alguien defenderse tan regiamente con palabras”

Did any of their friends or family want them to get together? Iago hubiera preferido que no, porque tiene un crush con Bahar.

Who felt romantic feelings first? Bahar.

Did either of them try to resist their feelings? No realmente, pero es importante recordar que Lykes no tuvo su alma completa durante mucho tiempo mientras estaba viva, lo que significa que no conoce su propio rango emocional. Por otra parte, Bahar viene de una cultura donde una relación como ésta sería mal vista.

If you had told one of them that the other would be their soulmate, what would they think? Ninguna de las dos cree en ese concepto.

What would their lives be like if they had never met? Para Lykes, no muy diferente, pero ciertamente menos interesante. Bahar habría sufrido un trauma terrible, y tal vez algo más allá.

GENERAL

Who initiated the relationship, and how did it go? Bahar. Fue necesario ser muy directa.

Did they have an official first date? If so, what was it like? Fueron a Tivoli Gardens. A Lykes le fascinó.

What was their first kiss like? Muy dulce, casi con vergüenza.

Were they each other’s first anything (kiss, relationship, etc.)? Bahar es la primera (y única) relación formal de Lykes.

What’s their height difference? Age difference? Lykes es 11 cm más alta que Bahar y ésta es dos años mayor.

What’s their relationship with each other’s families? Do they share a friend group? Ninguna conoce a las personas que la otra considera parte de su familia. Supongo que podemos contar a los Espectros como su grupo de amigues.

Who takes the lead in social situations? Es mejor si lo hace Bahar.

Who gets jealous easier? Bahar, y es dfícil saber por qué.

Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear? Bahar, y no es difícil saber por qué.

LOVE

Who said “I love you” first? Lykes.

What are their primary love languages? Bahar prefiere Acts of service, y Lykes Words of affirmation.

Who uses cheesy pick-up lines? Ninguna.

How often do they cuddle/engage in PDA? Siempre que se pueda (que normalmente es cuando no andan el Surplice puesto)

Who initiates kisses? Lykes.

Who’s the big and little spoon? Se turnan constantemente.

What are their favorite things to do together? Sentarse a compartir espacio juntas. Por ejemplo, mientras Bahar lee un libro, Lykes escucha música a su lado.

Who’s better at comforting the other? Lykes, lo cual es irónico considerando que por mucho tiempo le costó entender las emociones en otras personas.

Who’s more protective? Están a niveles muy similares.

Do they prefer verbal or physical affection? Un balance entre ambos.

What are some songs that apply to their relationship, in-universe or otherwise? Sofia - Clairo (Lykes a Bahar) I wanna be your girlfriend - Girl In Red (Bahar a Lykes)

What kind of nicknames do they call each other? Bahar a veces le dice a Lykes “La fierecilla nocturna” cuando sale a cazar. (Es un understatement, por supuesto)

Who remembers the little things? Lykes.

DOMESTIC LIFE

If they get married, who proposes? n/a

What’s the wedding like? Who attends? n/a

How many kids do they have, if any? What are they like? n/a

Do they have any pets? ¿Cuentan los framentos de almas que pastorean?

Who’s the stricter parent? n/a

Who worries the most? Bahar.

Who kills the bugs in the house? Lykes, y sería mejor usar el verbo “desintegrar”.

How do they celebrate holidays? Bahar le echa muchas ganas, para que Lykes entienda mejor el sentimiento que transmite cada fecha.

Who’s more likely to convince the other to come back to sleep in the morning? Lykes.

Who’s the better cook? Están a niveles parecidos.

Who likes to dance? Bahar.

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A dinner for Valentine’s

I couldn’t make a drawing for Valentine’s, but I managed to write something up. Part of a very modern AU where Fenrir has a secret (but the fic itself isn’t finished yet).

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Fenrir stood outside her apartment door, his mouth watering. He'd picked up the smell about two blocks ago, but couldn't have imagined it came from here. He knocked three times and waited. Artica opened the door, wearing a black apron with white polka dots over her clothes. There was nothing special about it, but the domestic connotation had him pleasantly surprised.

"Hey! C'mon on in! I'm almost done," she said, giving him a kiss, gesturing for him to take a seat.

Before doing so, Fenrir grabbed her wrist. He then pulled out something from the paper bag he was carrying and pinned it on her braid. Artica was flustered, and beaming, at the sight of the winter rose. Fenrir then placed the bag inside her fridge.

"You brought drinks?"

"No, just dessert."

"Ahh, I'm glad! I didn't have time to make one."

"Sorry I couldn't get here earlier to help you cook."

Artica chuckled. "Actually, I was counting on it, so I could surprise you."

She brought the steaming plates to the table and put one in front of him. Fenrir's mouth was watering again.

"Ta-da! I made-!"

"Venison pot roast (with gravy)," he interrupted, suddenly very hungry. "Northern venison, yes?"

"Y-yes! Wow, how did you know that?"

Fenrir couldn't tell her his sense of smell had been accustomed to it since a very young age, when he would go on hunting trips with his mother.

"That's hard to get here in the central region."

"Yeah, I know. That's why I went hunting with Pa a few weeks ago," Artica replied, not without a hint of pride. "Don't wanna brag, but it was one of my best hunts."

He gave her an impressed smile. It was easy to forget that this well adjusted woman in the city came from Eastern Asgard, where life was less complicated.

"Thank you for going through all that effort. You didn't have to."

"Maybe not, but I wanted to," she replied. "And now, let's enjoy this bad boy!"

It had been a long time since he'd had proper, cooked venison, so to Fenrir, it tasted a hundred times better than he remembered. He sent some pics to his parents, and they both complimented the cook on her skills.

Fenrir then cleared out the plates and washed them before bringing out the dessert. Artica's jaw dropped when she saw the exquisitely decorated little cake. It had two very familiar plastic figurines on top next to a small card, making it look like Fang was asking Fauna "Awoo you be my Valentine?"

Her heart melted then and there. She pulled Fenrir into a kiss with half a laugh. "Awoo love to be your Valentine!"

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Cuando tienes que levantarte y comenzar el día, pero estás atrapado en un abrazo de oso.

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