HenRen AU where the timelines are all different and Hen is already a mom to Denny when they get set up on their first date.
Hen leaves Denny, sweet tiny four year old Denny, with Buck and Eddie and Chris for a couple hours and can’t help but stress because he has a little bit of a cold and normally she would NEVER leave her kid when he’s sick but Chimney had REALLY wanted her to go on this date with his neighbor and Buck and Eddie said they could handle him no problem and that Chris had the same thing from school last week so they were practically immune now, but she can’t help checking her phone because Denny is her BABY.
And Karen sees Hen’s flighty looks at her phone and her jostling leg under the table and her overuse of nods to answer open ended questions, and she just KNOWS her date is about to find a “convenient” excuse to leave. (Just like the last one did with some made up excuse about her cat being sick — only to find out that she was ALLERGIC to cats)
Which is a shame because Howie is right and she’s exactly Karen’s type. She had picked her up from her place and even bought a new black lacy set underneath her dress that she was hoping to reveal if this went well.
But before the appetizers had even arrived, Hen gets a call that she answers and furrows her brows with an almost practiced little worried wrinkle, and Karen KNOWS she’s about to be left all alone.
And maybe Karen is still a little bitter from being ditched by her last date or the fact that this new underwear is pinching her in places she doesn’t like being pinched, but when Hen delivers the smooth apology that her son was sick and it seems like he was developing a rash, Karen offers to drive her there instead of her friend coming to get her with a big, sweet smile.
Because she’d be DAMNED, before she was ditched by a date by a fake excuse AGAIN.
Hen tries to claim that it’s not necessary and they can pick her up no problem, but Karen INSISTS. If she’s gonna be ditched, she’s gonna make Hen admit it straight to her face and not use her kid as some kind of scapegoat. However, when Hen eventually caves and accepts the offer, Karen bluster begins to fail and the creeping doubt that maybe this time her date is telling the truth is starting to settle in.
When she pulls up outside a house, a sturdy dark haired man comes rushing out with a big old smile and the sweetest looking toddler in firefighter pajamas, and Hen doesn’t even wait for the car to stop before she’s bounding out of the car and scooping the kid up from his arms. And in that moment, Karen knows she’s royally fucked up.
“Sorry for ruining your date, Hen. Buck was worried for nothing. Turns out this little man and Chris were sneaking strawberries when Buck wasn’t looking. Wasn’t a rash at all, just some really juicy strawberries. I was just about to call you when I saw you pull up.” He is scratching the back of his head looking a little bit ashamed, but there’s a twinkle in his eye when he spots Karen trying to sink deeper and deeper into the driver’s seat, and he gives a genial wave. “And I guess I should apologize to you too. My husband is a bit of hypochondriac when it comes to kids. He was freaking out and called Hen before I could stop him. Sorry for crashing your date. I’m Eddie.”
Karen gives a pitiful wave back. Her face burning with shame. Trying to run through the logistics of how she could move out of her apartment and never have to explain to Howie how massively she had fucked up this date, she offers back, “Karen.”
“Well Eddie, tell your husband thanks for the heart attack, and you mister, you know the rules about sneaking food. I’ll let it pass this time but you better not be sneaking any more treats when your Uncle Buck isn’t looking ,” Hen muses to her son after doing a quick visual examination on the giggling child in her arms. She smacks a hearty kiss to the toddler’s cheek before handing him back to the man. “Can you bring him inside while I finish off with my date? I’ll be in in a minute.”
Eddie gives an affirmative before heading back inside, but not before throwing a wink over his shoulder at Karen.
Once the front door slams shut, Hen whips around to Karen and raises her eyebrows in a self satisfied smirk, “So, are you satisfied that I actually had a sick child and wasn’t just trying to ditch you?”
Karen’s face burns again. She rests her hot face against the edge of her steering wheel. “I was pretty transparent with that one, wasn’t I?”
“Well, most first dates don’t offer to drive you to their sick kid after 20 minutes of awkward conversation,” Hen says, and Karen can hear her lean her weight against the still open door. “But given that I wasn’t a very good date to the beautiful woman in front of me since I was still in mom mode, how about we call it even and do a do over?”
Karen sits up, blinking up at Hen in her loose jean jacket and the black pants that hugged her thighs, confused. “You would still want to go on another date with me after all that?”
“What can I say, I like my women a little uptight,” Hen says with a little shrug of her shoulders and a heavy lidded look that has Karen wishing that their night was ending in a different way. “Sunday work for you? Eddie’s husband likes to bring the kids to the science museum so I have the whole afternoon free if you want to try this again.”
Karen gives the affirmative, and the smile Hen gives her back has her heart doing backflips in her chest.
“Sounds good then I’ll text you the details. Have a good night, Karen, and thanks for the ride.” Hen says it then leans in to press a lingering kiss into Karen’s cheek before closing the car door behind her.
Karen isn’t sure how she even got home — the feelings of Hen’s lips against her skin taking over every bit of brain power — but she’s already drafting a thank you message to Howie for setting her up before she even unlocks her front door.
Will is so much stronger than me. If I heard my childhood best friend (who i’m madly in love with) tell my sister his life started the day I disappeared and became traumatized like no other….my face would appear on the news.
I just went through someone's Insta account bc they had Frenrey there and it was making me wail and I am only now wondering if people have ever made art for my fics and then I never saw it because I refuse to use Insta or Twitter
I am slowly writing more chapters for Daughter of Fire, Herald of Spirit and this is a bit from chapter two. I’m indulging into my headcanon that Solas didn’t like Lavellan that much when he took care of her in that nasty prison cell. And I like to write him a bit more....hmn rough.
She stammered, the life force leaving her body. The green light stole her sight altogether, but she could feel the man grabbing her hand from behind her back. Her fingernails sank into the man’s flesh and he hissed.
“Do not fight me. If you die, we all die.”
Elluin choked, but she could not oppose him, hardly breathing as her neck tightened. The green magic strangled her, stealing away her breath.
Crisp magic flashed in her hand and Elluin tried to pull back, but the elf yanked her arm again. She cried in pain when another foreign magic spread through her skin.
“Stop it!” The man growled at her. “Do not fight my magic. Stubborn fool, I am draining my energy to heal you. Are you that eager to die?”
Even close to unconsciousness, her anger swelled in her throat at the man’s words. Elluin dug her fingernails deeper into the man’s flesh, fire licking at her fingertips and burning his skin. He hissed in pain but he did not stop.
“Mala suledin nadas!” *
The familiar language softened the anger rippling in her. Elluin tried to respond, but the Elvhen words fell off her tongue when his icy magic spread under her skin.
Her muscles spasmed, waiting for another flash of pain. But it never came. The cold followed the green light and tamed it, healing the damage it had done.
But suddenly, the fire inside her responded with tenfold fury, enraged that a third magic dared to occupy its host. Elluin screamed, punished by her magic, and collapsed against the man’s chest.
He clicked his tongue, venom oozing from his voice. “Stubborn and unbending, eager to die,” he murmured, but Elluin heard him.
She struggled to speak, a caustic reply on the tip of her tongue, but an avalanche of cold magic stopped her in her tracks. Her eyes rolled back in her head, the last flicker of light extinguishing behind her eyelids.
*“Mala suledin nadas= you must endure
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I’m backkk with a new fic!? Which is actually not that new because it’s been in my drafts for so long I had forgotten about it... It’s not one I’m the proudest of but I hope you’ll enjoy it either way! ✨
Here’s the summary:
It’s inspired by this Tumblr post:
“one time at a wax museum i thought one of the tour guides was a wax person cuz they were just standing there not moving so i go up to them like “who the fuck is this supposed to be” then they just looked at me and laughed”
