#killius

[darkandstormyart]

🌱bringer of life and commander of dead💀

and they were roommates

[practicefortheheart]

Wip wednesday thursday!

I was tagged by the lovely @r0entgen and @iamabsurdian! Thanks! I’ll share an art WIP and a bit of fic, but I didn’t write much new since last wednesday…

The art is fanart for @littleraeofsunshineda but I’m having trouble drawing Henry’s face 🥲 so here is Hans and a lil leggy:

And here some more Killius!

Solus dipped a rag in the water and started to rinse the wound and clean the skin around it with careful swipes. Killian felt the water drip down his side and soaking his trousers. As Solus began picking out bits of fabric and dirt, it was impossible to ignore the stinging pain, the sensation of his flesh tearing and fresh blood welling up.

“Did you see the creature that attacked you? What it looked like?" Solas wasn't looking at him, but kept working, hands precise and quick, moving between cloth and pincers. Killian felt the shift of muscle beneath his arm.

Even though he knew the question was meant as a distraction, Killian was grateful for it all the same.

"It was hard to see, we didn't make it out before nightfall. But it was large and gangly. And fast. I didn't ha — ahh!"

"Sorry." Solus held up the pincers, holding a twisted scrap of leather, darkend with blood. "This was the worst of it, I think."

Killian let out a strained breath. "I hope you're right."

After a few more minutes Solus made a small satisfied noise, and unhooked Killian's arm from his shoulder. When he turned away to dispose of the bloodied rags, Killian saw the angry scratches his fingernails had left on his neck.

Tagging @littleraeofsunshineda @katkrisis @by-ilmater @darkandstormyranger @queenaeducan and @rat-spit-village

[by-ilmater]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Oaths & Empires (Podcast) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Killian of Blackrest/Solus the Healer Characters: Killian of Blackrest, Solus the Healer Additional Tags: gratuitous descriptions of treating a life-threatening injury, Sexual Tension, killian is down fucking atrocious for solus, solus is a stubborn asshole as always, killian of blackrest has a praise kink, this fic pulled itself out of me like i was exorcising something Summary:

Killian spoke then, through gritted teeth and labored breaths, each word seeming to take enormous effort, "Solus....I need help. Please."

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IT’S DONE!!! DRINK UP, BABES!!! COME GET Y’ALL JUICE!!!!!!

[moustawott]

Beyond Solus’ “looks like a cinnamon roll but will kill you” and Killian’s “looks like he’ll kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll” contrast, I also really enjoy the fact that Solus, being a doctor and all, appears so composed and rational, but is prone to paranoia, chronic lying, and tunnel vision—especially when it comes to his family’s safety—whereas Killian, a man of the wilds, who is brash and passionate, is able to see the bigger picture and put aside personal grievances for the greater good when needed—as seen with Anya

[toyboy-molloy]

solus 'I don't need protecting' the healer and killian 'I know but I'm going to do it anyway' of blackrest, dynamic of all time

[iamabsurdian]

Apparently I have three ideas of how the smut in my Killius fic would go down (all of which have snippets I had written down in my doc) and now I have to pick which one I want to go with. 🤣

First option: Killian lying his arse off to get Solus to kiss him and Solus was super tender with him

Second option: Killian kissing Solus because he just did not think, and Solus went the Dom route

Third option: Killian kissing Solus because he just did not think, Killian apologised, but Solus asked if it helped so–

[carmasi]

Mercenary for Hire 17- Cursed -part 1

I have to re write this like  4 times...sorry

Her heart  beneath her chest beated faster as she ran. Her breathing became ragged with each step she took, and her palm sweated with the idea of him. The idea that she’ll finally get to see him, to ask him; Why? She finally reached the empty hall that led to the yard, the place where they were standing, where he was standing. Her heels clacked through the castle halls as she got closer, his ear perked up as the sound became louder. His eyes, those glittering silver eyes raised up from where they were, almost as if they knew, and just like that, they met those of honey. Kyrius halted as she met his gaze. Her steps stopped and she just stared. Was he really this close? Her chest raised up and down as she tried to catch her breath. Her lips parted to say his name, those pale rose colored lips. 

“Killian?” 

Allen, called out his pupil to get his attention, Killian had suddenly gone quiet, the man was normally one of few words but this was different. His silver eyes were fixated across the yard and passed his teacher and his wife. That spot right behind them, the hall to the castle. Killian almost felt as though he was being pulled, his body didn’t move, despite the urge to leave them there and walk passed, to run right to where she was.

“Dear?” Lily called, as she patted her husband’s shoulder and brought his attention to the spot those silver eyes never moved from, and  there,  she found the figure of her daughter standing by the hall.  Allen might not have noticed, but Lily's crimson eyes shimmered with mischief and a smirk tugged on the side of her lips. Her gaze moving between her daughter and the former mercenary,  the look of awe and longing on her husband’s pupil’s face was nothing short of intriguing.  She watched them, noticing as if they suddenly had gotten lost into each other’s stares.

“HONEY BEE!!” Allen all but screams his dearest daughter’s nickname  for all to hear and Lily all but chuckles as she sees her husband run over to where their daughter stands. With less than a couple strides, he reached the blond and held her hand on his own  “I’m so glad you’re here! Come with us is a great time to celebrate” he cheered and as he did, he walked back to where he had left his wife and his pupil. Kyrius couldn't even fight it, something didn’t allow her to. 

Just as fast as he reached her, he reached his pupil and his wife but this time accompanied by Kyrius, his daughter. 

“I know you expend most of your time in Geffen back then but allow me to introduce you dea –”

“ – Killian..” Kyrius's voice came out before that of her father’s and he only blinked before he looked at the dark haired man who stood there, with no words, eyes as blank as if his own soul had left his body.  He looked at his daughter confused, asking himself how she knew his pupil’s name. For all he knew, they never crossed paths “ – mercenary..” Kyrius continued and it was as if a light went off on Allen’s head.

“I almost forgot, you recently contracted a mercenary, did you not honey bee?” he chuckled. “ You must’ve seen him at the mercenary guild didn’t you? Perhaps even tried to hire him, haha knowing him he refused huh?” 

She looked at Killian almost searching, asking for a response but his eyes showed no emotion, no reaction at all. Please say something. Killian's throat bobbed when his name came out of her lips and Allen all but slapped his back to elicit a response “Did the cat get your tongue Wrightstone? Don’t tell me you really refused? ” Allen asked and Kyrius looked in the direction of her father “Wright.. WrightStone?” she looked back at Killian as she said his given name, and he only bit his bottom lip. 

“No I.. didn’t, I- I rather forget I was ever called a m- mercenary, leave that part of myself behind, and be better”

His words were cut off and his stuttered once again came back fuck.. He cursed himself mentally, how come the moment he saw her again his voice had such a hard time coming out. 

“So, she did Hired you?” Allen asked and Killian cheek’s tinted ever so slightly and his head Shook

“N..No  – ”

“Killian…?” her voice cut  though his thought, so soft so gentle, he met her gaze but the hurt in her eye was unbearable, the glimmer of watery tears forming on her honey colored eyes, was too much to bear, so he looked away. What Am I doing? not yet, not like this… I’m sorry, Please.  Killian brought his hand into a fist and Kyrius's heart skipped a bit as his gaze pulled away. 

“D- do you know who I am?” She asked with a smile, gently still, calm, Such lovely voice, such lovely tone.

“Yo- You’re... My teacher’s daughter” he replied but he fought himself not to say anything else,  it wasn’t the right time. What was he to say in front of his teacher? In front of her father. 

“Is that all?” Kyrius continues softly, her honey eyes trying to meet those of Killian's silver. He couldn't take it, he couldn't do it, what was she expecting him to say? What could he say? He wanted to kiss her, but why would he? His silver eyes tried to come up to meet hers but her rosy lips tempted him. His hand grabbed hold of his folds and he kept his gaze on the floor. 

“S-Shou.. Should I know anything else?” Kyrius bit her lips at the response, as her eyes darkened but the smile on her lips never faltered, “I see” she mumbled so softly no one but her could hear what she’d said. Does he not remember me?.

“Aww come on Kyrius, stop smiling at him like that!! He’s weak, he has a problem with women and you're making him uncomfortable, no one can resist that smile, sweet child!’ Allen teased looking at his daughter and what he thought was his embarrassed pupil. 

Kyrius giggles and they all look at her, the way she giggled, the way she brought a hand up to her face to hide her smile and the way she looked up at the tree of them. 

“Right, I – I’m sorry” she said and Killian's lips parted,  but they closed up again, what was he to say? her face showed nothing more than a smile, the brightest smile he’d ever seen, but for some reason, what she showed him, what he saw was pain. 

Kyrius held in a breath to steady herself , and then let it go “ It’s  nice to meet you..Killian Wrightstone” Her voice cracked and she had to turn around, to prevent them from seeing the single tear that ran down her cheek “ C.. congrats… I guess..”. Kyrius turned on her hills faster than they could even get another word in and ran. 

“Really!! Even while being shy you managed to scare her off Wrightstone!” Allen whined as he scolded his pupil whose eyes darted up from the ground and couldn't stop following her figure as she took off. Lily observed him and then Kyrius. Noticing the faint frozen steps she left as she ran. She wondered, what short of emotional grudge did her daughter hold against the man, or was it a grudge at all? Was this really because of their encounter as children, or was this more than what they let show?  

[darkandstormyart]

can't believe it was foretold all these months ago