May 16, 2024
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I love this au and creator normally
(Au by @bryleeoz) (pleeeease check it out) (for me)
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Tennis Twins
They are the folf and wox twin brothers. Roman and Remy Brylee Roman is the folf in the blue shorts, Remy is the wox in the red shorts. Picture for Stefan Calico, as Patreon reward (Thank you!!) Digital. Photoshop
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A Winter’s Ball
My laptops been out of commission for all of Vivienne appreciation week, but it didn’t stop me from picking back up an older ficlet I never finished and breathing new life into it.
So. Here’s A Winter’s Ball, a quick fic focusing on Vivienne/Brylee. I’m on mobile, so no read more, but it’s super short and sweet so it shouldn’t be too bad!
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It was a bit of a pleasant surprise, really.
Vivienne found Brylee out in the gardens, laying back on the fountain ledge, gazing peacefully up at the starlit sky. She barely paid Vivienne any attention as she approached; Brylee offered only an idle wave of her hand in acknowledgement. The fountain’s stone chilled Vivienne’s legs as she sat. She could only imagine how much colder it was against Brylee’s back.
“I suspected I would find you out here, my dear.” Vivienne murmured.
Brylee cocked her head aside and hummed. “Where else would I be?”
“Perched in the rafters?” Vivienne mused dryly. “Wherever birds fly.”
Chuckling, Brylee sat up. She hugged her legs to her chest and rested her chin atop her knees. “I take it that's where Étienne scurried off to when we scattered?”
Vivienne nodded. “For awhile.”
“And I take it Monsieur Dorian was the one to find him?” Brylee smirked.
“Naturally.”
“Mon petit faucon is growing up.” Brylee said softly, shaking her head. “He never could resist a pretty mage.”
Vivienne gave a wry smile. “Mhm. Neither can you, my dear. I suspect that's where he gets it from.”
Brylee snorted. “I'm like an open book to you, huh?”
“My favorite story, darling.” Vivienne chuckled, and leaned forward to catch Brylee in a gentle kiss.
Brylee let go of her legs and let them slip over the edge of the fountain. She scooted closer and brought a hand up to cup Vivienne’s jaw, brushing her thumb over her cheekbone. Vivienne deepened the kiss in response. She fisted her hand in the material of Brylee’s vest and let their foreheads bump together.
Slowly, breathlessly, they pulled apart giggling.
“I…” Vivienne paused, another giggle breaking her concentration. “I appear to have drunk too much wine tonight…”
“Or are you just drunk on me?” Brylee pondered aloud, a smirk playing at her lips.
Vivienne ducked her head against Brylee’s shoulder, squeezing her thigh half-heartedly as she sighed. “Arrogance will get you nowhere.”
“How about a clever tongue, then?”
“That might be a better lead.”
Brylee laughed like a ringing bell, leaning back in to kiss Vivienne once more. Vivienne’s lips were soft and sweet, tasting of ice wine and lemon cakes. As Brylee brought her hands up to cup Vivienne’s jaw, she felt Vivienne’s arms snake around her waist.
The cold stone warmed as Vivienne laid down against it. The night’s sharp chill was completely forgotten in the flurry of Brylee’s kisses down her jaw and neck.
“No marks, dearest. We’ve still got another party tomorrow!” Vivienne chuckled.
Brylee huffed, kissing the spot at the crook between Vivienne’s neck and shoulder where she would’ve placed a hickey. She followed Vivienne’s instructions regardless of the rebellious part of her brain that whispered to do it anyways, to show these stuffy Orlesian bastards that Vivienne is hers.
The calmer part of Brylee’s conscience reminded her that Vivienne liked to display that enough on her own. Attending the fête tomorrow with Brylee hanging off her arm would be announcement enough. She had the heart of the most powerful mage in Thedas, and none could take that from her.
“I can feel your smugness from here, dearest.” Vivienne chided. “Put it to good use before I change my mind.”
Brylee was more than happy to oblige her.
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