[ID: a traditional sketch of carey and killian. killian is a buff half-orc with long braided hair, wearing a long poofy dress with over the shoulder sleeves. she’s smiling softly and holding carey in her arms. carey is a small dragonborn wearing a tunic and pants. she’s smiling with her eyes closed and her arms wrapped around killian’s neck, and she’s kissing killian on the cheek. END ID]
A gift for @its-tarantula-time, created by @inncarnate!
happy candlenights! here are some sweet carey/killian wedding kisses <3
“a smile better suits a hero.” with Magnus and Carey? :3
A/N: ooooh this one got me thinking
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“Do you ever think about it?”
Carey, out of the corner of her eye, waited for Magnus to finish his thought as she watched him take a swig of the almost-empty bottle in his hand. Still waiting, and leaning back on one hand, she finished off her own drink and, when Magnus never completed the thought, finally turned to look at him.
“Think about what?” She leaned over and grabbed the bottle of whatever shit he was drinking. She took a sip, grimaced, and shoved it back.
Magnus took a drink, staring out off the Bureau headquarters. “Getting out of here.”
“Oh.” She thought for a moment and then shrugged. “Not often, I guess.”
Magnus nodded, still looking forward, across the grass and out into the vast night sky in front of them.
Living on a moon, even a fake one, was like that: no cities to traverse or alleyways to drunkenly stumble through and, instead, just cool grass beneath their hands and a decent look at the stars around and the city below.
At his silence, Carey bumped her shoulder against Magnus’s. “Come on, Mags,” she said. “We’re not that drunk to be spewing, like, deep metaphorical bullshit yet.”
Magnus shot her a grin and rolled his eyes, bumping her shoulder back. “Hey! I’m a very, uh, philosophical and thoughtful person and- okay, yeah, I can’t keep this shit up.”
Carey laughed as Magnus finished off the rest of his drink and dropped the empty bottle next to her’s.
“Do you?” she asked, pulling her knees up to her chest.
“Do I what?”
“Dumbass-” she shoved his shoulder, this time and he laughed “-Do you think about getting out of here?”
Magnus stared out again, just for a moment, and Carey thought it was the most contemplative she’d ever seen him. Finally, he said, “Yeah, I guess I do. But in a… not in a ‘oh I want to run away or commit treason or whatever the fuck’ way but… I don’t know, just… it feels like something’s missing, doesn’t it?”
Carey cocked her head, this time following out Magnus’s gaze, and thought.
If she thought she had a life to return to outside of the Bureau, she would be lying through her teeth and, even though she was a pretty damn good liar, that one would be a bit too painful to play for the long run. It wasn’t like she was missing the family that didn’t care if she came home or not, or the city that would’ve rather seen her gone.
Instead, it was almost like… she found what she wanted on the Bureau, and only then did she begin to miss what she couldn’t have in the first place.
“I guess, yeah,” Carey said, nodding. “I mean… in a different way, I guess?”
“Like how?”
Carey sighed and shrugged, building walls in front of walls. “This seemed like something you wanted to talk about-”
“Carey,” Magnus said and, when she looked over at him, he smiled. “I’m asking you first.”
She’s never had a best friend before.
She’s glad it’s Magnus.
She rolled her eyes but, nonetheless, smiled. “It’s more like… there’s stuff I never thought I’d have that now I feel like I’m missing out on? Like, I love Killian. I have a ring for Killian-” they high-fived “-We can probably get married here, right? But like… we won’t have a married life. We won’t be able to have a nice little house and kids, maybe a cat. And, like, I know it’s small, right? Like, I shouldn’t be complaining because I have her and that’s all that matters, and it’s through the Bureau that I know her, but it’s kinda like… under other circumstances…”
“What could’ve been,” Magnus finished and Carey, sighing, nodded. “I get what you’re saying. I think. Maybe a little different. Like, it’s through this that I know you, Killian, Avi, the whole lot. It’s what got me here that I know Merle and Taako. And like… with Raven’s Roost…” He sighed and shook his head. Carey leaned her shoulder against his. “Even outside of that, it feels like something isn’t… complete? Like… I’m missing something?”
“Like what?”
Magnus huffed out a laugh, though there wasn’t much humor to it. “Hell if I know.”
Carey nodded and, for a moment, the two of them stared off across the Bureau.
And then, Magnus shook his head and smirked. “Wow, melodramatic much?”
“Hey, sometimes we need it!”
“Says Miss Must-Be-Level-Ten-Friendship-To-Learn-Anything-About-Me.”
“Oh, shut the fuck up,” Carey laughed and pushed against him. Magnus laughed but, when she turned to look at him, her stomach knotted at the far-off look remaining in his eyes, as if he was reaching for something just out of his grasp.
“Come on,” she said, poking his cheek,“A smile better suits a hero. And you, my bestest friend, have a very nice smile.”
Magnus dramatically laid a hand over his heart. “That means so much coming from you, Carey Fangbattle, my favorite lesbian. Don’t tell Killian I said that.”
Carey laughed and threw her arms around him, tackling both of them down onto the grass. “I’m good at keeping a secret,” she said. “The ring you’ve made? Been hiding that in our room. She has no clue.”
Magnus laughed, genuine this time, and rolled Carey off of him. Both still lying in the grass, their heads rested right next to each other.
“But really,” Carey continued. “I know it can be… weird up here. I mean, listen, I trust the Director, and I believe that she knows what she’s doing. But I think we all can admit that shit’s weird up here, right? But like… if we were to ever get off this fake-moon, I think you’d be able to make a pretty fucking great life with some pretty fucking great friends.”
“Alright, Carey, you can just say that I can’t get rid of you.”
“Hey, asshole!” She sat up and punched his shoulder as he laughed. “I’m trying to be nice!” She softened. “I mean it.”
Magnus then beamed up at her. “And I appreciate it!” He pushed himself up. “I really do.” He then tugged her into a tight hug, and Carey tucked her head under his neck. “You’re my favorite lizard.”
“Oh shut the fuck up,” she mumbled into his chest, laughing despite it all.
Can you draw some taakitz at their wedding for me, please? XD
I think this was not meant for me, as I am not an artist, and even if I was I haven’t said anything about prompts or requests being open right now.
As it is, I would have drawn some stick figures for you, but my computer is broken, so we’re all kind of shit out of luck. Sorry! Better luck next time!
“after all you’ve been through, all the pain, suffering, lies… how can you stand there; tall and unbroken?” with Carey and Killian? thank u :DD
@its-tarantula-time said: "i know it hurts, i'm sorry." with Carey and Killian? OwO
A/N: I’VE REALIZED I CAN COMBINE BOTH YOUR PROMPTS AND I GOT REALLY EXCITED!
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Realistically, Killian knew that Carey would, eventually, be fine. The bruised ribs would take a while to heal, the ankle—sprained or broken, she couldn’t tell yet—would be a pain in the ass to deal with, and the blood soaking through from somewhere under Carey’s shirt- well... they could deal with that, yeah? It would all heal in due time and Killian, who prided herself on being a realist more often than not, knew this.
Though even she had her falls from grace on occasion, and that came in the form of Carey, hissing in pain, as she was jostled in Killian’s arms while they tried to trek their way back through the cave they came in through.
One of their seekers thought they got word of a relic in the caves a couple miles out from Rockport. They hadn’t been able to specifize what, but when word of a “powerful magical object” comes through the Director’s office, they can’t just... ignore that. It wasn’t enough to send out Magnus, Merle, and Taako yet—they couldn’t risk their sole reclaimers—but Carey and Killian had been the ones assigned to scope it out.
Turns out, no relic, just an obscenely powerful magical tome wielded by a sorcerer who- she didn’t fucking know, wanted to harness the power of the universe or some shit.
They had been able to dispatch (that was always the “nice” way of putting it) the sorcerer and whatever lackeys he brought with him; though, not before Carey had been blasted into—and almost through—the cave wall and dropped into the debris left behind.
After that, Killian didn’t quite remember much. Watching her girlfriend be flung across a cavern kinda sent her into a bit of a rage.
“I know it hurts,” Killian murmured, trying her hardest to carry Carey gently and praying that her voice didn’t betray the fact that her heart felt like it was pounding out of her chest. “I’m sorry.”
“I can walk, you know,” Carey mumbled, though everything about this situation pointed to the exact opposite. Despite her stubborness, her head tiredly lolled against Killian’s shoulder as she kept a tight arm around her torso.
Killian didn’t think she was bleeding too badly.
Fuck, she hoped she wasn’t. She could only move so fast while carrying Carey in the first place, not event taking into account the fact that she was injured, and then they would have to wait for one of the Bureau cannonballs to get to their location, and then getting to the Bureau and the infirmary and-
“It’s faster this way, babe.”
“I’m injured, Killian, not incapacitated.”
Killian didn’t say anything. They were both exhausted, Carey was in pain (and in a bad mood), and Killian didn’t feel like starting a fight over whether or not Carey could walk her bruised, bloodied, and sprained self out of a craggy cave.
Instead, she pushed forward. If she was correct, they weren’t too far from the-
“I’ve been through worse, you know,” Carey continued, that edge still in her voice. “And walked myself out of it.”
Killian kept walking forward. “I’m sure you have,” she said. “But right now I’m more worried about getting you out of here than testing your ability to walk.”
“I’m just saying, I’ve had to run with worse. I can handle this myself.”
She took the path to the right. “We just have to get out of-”
“Speed means shit, we’ll have to wait for-”
The lantern they passed fifteen minutes into the cave flickered as she walked by again. “Okay but we need to get out of here now and-”
“My wounds aren’t even that bad-”
She passed the rockslide blocking off another path. “You’re bleeding and-”
“If you would just let me-”
Her feet crunched the gravel beneath them. “Your ankle-”
“I can do this-”
She took a deep breath. “You need to rest and-”
“Why can’t you let me do this?!” Carey’s voice, suddenly loud and angry, reverberated through the cave. She glared up at Killian, who had stopped dead in her tracks to gape back down at Carey. “I can walk on my own, I can get through this on my own, I- I can take care of myself!”
Perhaps it was because Killian didn’t want the two of them to keep butting heads, or maybe it was the shock of hearing Carey get so angry, but, slowly, Killian found herself putting Carey down.
“Okay,” she said, exhausted. “Fine. Here you go.”
“Thanks.” Carey wasn’t looking up at her.
When Carey put her full weight on her injured ankle, she winced and shifted her weight again.
And then, she began to limp down the cave’s path. She had an arm drawn across her stomach and, with each breath, Killian heard her labored, hissing breathing through her teeth.
Killian trailed close behind her, caught somewhere in between frustration, exhaustion, and concern.
Carey limped, and hissed, and panted, and Killian followed behind, her heart cinching more and more with each step-
And then, Carey finally stopped and leaned against the cave wall. “Wait,” she gasped, letting her back collapse against the wall before actually whimpering in pain. “Just-” her voice was strained “-give me a sec. I need- I need to catch- catch-”
Her voice caught in her throat and broke, and she tucked her head down against her chest.
Okay, fuck frustration and exhaustion, Killian was fucking concerned.
“Carey, sweetheart,” Killian said quickly, kneeling down in front of Carey, who was now pressing her hands to her eyes. She tried not to think too much about the blood dripping off one of her arms. “What else hurts, Care? Come on, we need to-”
“It’s not that!” Carey forced out, loud yet shaking, as she vehemently shook her head. She choked out a sob that seemed to taper off with pain. “It’s not- not this!”
Killian carefully, carefully, reached up to take Carey’s hands, and Carey let her.
They needed to keep moving, but Killian just couldn’t let her girlfriend cry and not do anything about it.
“What is it, honey?” she asked softly.
Carey sucked through ragged breaths for a moment, seeming trapped between trying to compose herself and the waves of pain swarming her.
“I’ve never-” she finally began “-never needed this before! I’ve been doing this all- on my own! Forever! I don’t- I don’t get help! People never cared and people sucked and no one was ever there to patch me up and- and I had to do it all on my own and I need to be able to because no one’s ever been there and-”
She broke off again, shaking her head, and Killian believed that she could hear her own heart shattering.
But they really had to keep moving.
“Carey,” she whispered, and Carey, her eyes red-rimmed, glanced up at her. “We- we can talk about this, okay? But we have to keep moving. We need to get you help.”
Carey looked away and said, her voice wavering, “You don’t understand.”
“You’re right, I don’t,” Killian admitted. “And I want to. Understand this. Understand you. But I can’t sit here and watch you hurt. Please, just... let me help you for right now, and we can talk, okay?”
Carey looked back at her, new tears forming in her eyes and, finally, she nodded.
Gently, Killian took Carey up in her arms, and they continued forward.
They were almost out of the cave when Carey whispered, “It’s a pathetic story.”
“You don’t have to tell me if you’re not comfortable, honey.”
“No, no, I... I should. Want to,” Carey continued, finally letting herself relax into Killian. Killian, patiently, waited for her to find her words. “I... growing up in Neverwinter, I was kinda... on my own. All the time. My parents didn’t wait for me to come back, and a lot of the time I was on my own at night. And... you have to learn how to fight when you’re like that. And a kid. And no one was ever there for me. No one there to unlock the doors and get me something to eat and patch me up so... after a while... I don’t know, I learned to do it myself, and move on when I couldn’t. And... I just... I’m not used to people... caring. Care has never been something I could just have before.”
In a matter of seconds, Killian’s mind passed over Carey forgoing recovery days to hone her skills, her extreme conservation of anything she could find, her stubborness and her want to keep pushing forward and avoiding the big hits and- everything.
And, for a second, Killian was stuck between her blood boiling and her heart breaking.
From the moment she met Carey, she wanted to give her entire being to her, and to know that there have been people to just push her aside... Killian couldn’t fathom it.
“Carey, I-”
“You don’t have to say anything.” Carey wasn’t looking at her. “It’s pathetic, I know.”
“No, Carey,” Killian said. “Not at all! Just- shit, how can you do it? After all you’ve been through, all the pain, suffering, lies… how can you stand there, tall and unbroken?”
Carey laughed something that sounded sarcastic and pained. “If this right here, what you’ve got in your arms, is your idea of tall and unbroken, then we have a problem, babe.”
“No, I mean-” Killian sighed “-You went through so much, but you’re still here.”
“So?”
“Carey, that’s... I’m so happy you got through all of that, and that you’re here, because now I have the fortune of being able to love you every day, but...” She sighed again, trying to keep her own emotions at bay. “Listen, I know it’s not easy to just... forget years of pain and survival instincts, but the fact that you got this far on your own? It shows your resilience, yeah, but you don’t need to do that anymore. You have me in your corner, along with everyone else on the Bureau.”
As Killian turned the bend, she could see the light from the setting sun shining in the mouth of the cave. “But I... it’s always just been me,” Carey murmured.
“I know,” Killian said. “And I know that you can’t just get over that. Easier said than done, you know? But... but I want you to know that I want to be in this with you for the long run. We’re... we’re a team, Carey, in more ways than one. You’re my partner and my best friend and... and the love of my life, and I will always be there to pick you up when shit goes south.”
“Like when a sorcerer blasts me against a rock wall?”
“Exactly.”
“... It hurt like a bitch.”
“It looks like it did.”
Carey let her head rest against Killian’s shoulder as they finally exited the cave and Killian could summon one of the Bureau cannonballs.
“I’m sorry I snapped at you,” Carey whispered.
Killian kissed the top of her head. “It’s okay,” she said. “I’m sorry for not listening to you.”
“It’s okay.” Carey released a shaky breath. “I love you so much.”
“I love you, too. Have for a very long time.”
“Such a fucking sap,” Carey mumbled.
Killian smirked. “For you? Always.”
When the Bureau cannonball finally landed at their location, Carey, still in Killian’s arms, looked up to her and said, “So, think you can help me over there? I’m kinda in... a fuckton of pain right now.”
“Don’t even have to ask,” Killian said with a smile, already walking over.
oh hell yes!!!!! i feel like this isn’t a topic i can have a Huge Say On (just bc i want to stay in my lane and not step on any toes, you know?) but i absolutely love trans magnus headcanons and have seen so much good art for him
I had already signed up for this, but I haven't gotten my prompt yet. I there something wrong going on with something?
Nope, I’m still working on putting together assignments! I’m running this event by myself, and a lot of people signed up, so it’s taking a little bit to make the match-ups!
You should get your assignment in the next week or so, but it might take a little bit, depending on what’s going on in my life. That’s why I put out sign-ups so early- so that I would have time to make assignments and you would all have plenty of time to make your gifts.
I’ll update on this page if things get set back, but it will probably still be at least a week before you get your prompt!
