oc kiss week, prompt: excitement
fae + jo/raf/mia (coughing roses)
one. Raf picks her up, twirls her around in his arms, and Fae feels like a princess. He isn’t the first one she kisses, but is the first one she kisses by surprise. They were walking to meet with Jo at the gas station, 11:59 and then 12:00—it’s your birthday, Fae! happy birthday! Raf always got so much more excited about that than her. He bragged later about getting to tell her first. This was her idea of a birthday, still up after dark and headed to the cove after staking up on junk food. Jo and Raf would buy her a tiny tea plate-sized cake and candles with the numbers 1 and 7. Fae kisses Raf before he puts her down again, her smile against his choked gasp.
two. Jo carries her on his back until he doesn’t—walk, you legs work. Her legs are tired from standing too long and dancing in place. The local talent concert at the park wasn’t that good but at least it was so loud no one could hear her sing. Flowers only grew from the grass, not out of people’s mouths and ears. I liked the third song, Fae says, all she can supply, because even just humming might plant forget-me-not in Jo’s windpipe. He sings it, a little off-key, but not all can be cursed and blessed in uneven parts with a magical voice. That one, Fae grins and he kisses her because they do that now.
three. Mia comes running to find her, like they hadn’t texted that morning while Mia was on her way back. I know my mum is trying, she said, but I would rather stay with you guys than endure this quality time with her. Mia is the last she kisses, it happened in a quieter environment—cigarette smoke and cherry bubblegum. Fae just about sees the mum trying hard for an opportunity from the daughter who’s not there yet, the sister judging selfishness. The car idles ten feet away. Mia kisses her and says, I’m so happy to see you. I want to see the others. Let’s go. Fae grabs Mia’s hand and together they run.
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from FEBRUARY 14th, 2022 to FEBRUARY 20th, 2022
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Tulin is @rosella-writes‘s Solavellan child of Virelan Lavellan and Solas. Ixchel Lavellan is my own resurrected Inquisitor, who met Virelan through some multiverse-spanning eluvians. Rosella wrote a lovely and emotional addition to the Mirrorverse, where Virelan is having a very hard time as a tired new mother and Ixchel relieves some of her stress.
Which prompted me and Rosella thinking about Ixchel sitting in Skyhold’s gardens, with the trees blooming above her as she holds Tulin and thinks about hope. The oneshot might be written someday, but for now, we have this.
I was really inspired by the way Bugs painted Ixchel yesterday! But the baby I made up from scratch!
WIP: Time Borrowed
Pairing:Lora & Valetta
cw: none
Words: 1026
Tag List: @irnalia, @waysofink, @ashen-crest, @spacetimewraithwrites,@dustylovelyrun, @idreamonpaper, @abalonetea, @jaimistoryteller, @kaiusvnoir, @writeouswriter, @reininginthefirewriting, @concealeddarkness13, @winterandwords(Used the Time Borrowed taglist, please let me know if you’d like to be added or removed from this event or the main taglist)
To Lora, the scariest thing about dating Valetta wasn’t the fact she was a bomb tech or an adrenaline junkie with a motorcycle. It was the thought of meeting her five sisters. Lora herself came from a large family, with two brothers and two sisters, and she knew how protective siblings were. In fact, as the second eldest, that was her job.
So when she arrived at Valetta’s for dinner, she was pleasantly surprised when she was flocked with hugs and excited chatter.
“Come in, come in!”
“We're so excited to meet you!”
“How are you?”
Lora laughed shyly as she was tugged into the apartment. The floor was light hardwood, making a border around the sunken, square sitting area of plush carpet. It was lined with dark couches and pillows. A wall separated the kitchen to the left, arranged with small river rocks with sparkling LED lights that twinkled between each stone. There was a doorway to the right, giving view of the bedroom. Straight ahead was a rolling door, propped open to the mechanical workroom.
“Will you guys friggin’ calm down?” Valetta called, tossing a hand towel over her shoulder as she emerged from the kitchen. She was already apologizing with her expression as she came over to interrupt her sisters. “God, you’re going to give her an aneurysm.” She took Lora’s hand smiling. “Sorry, they can be a bit much. Glad you could make it.”
“I brought dessert,” Lora smiled, feeling her face heat up when the sisters awed and peeped. “I didn’t want to show up empty-handed.”
“You didn’t have to do that,” Valetta smiled, taking it from her with a peck on the cheek. “Thanks, babe.”
She then introduced Lora to each of her sisters. They were each so different, from their personalities to their occupations, and even their styles. But it was instantly apparent Valetta was the feistiest of the bunch and one of the only ones who lived out in the city. Lora felt almost instantly at home, welcomed, and had no problem sitting with them as Valetta finished helping her mother in the kitchen.
“Oh, I’m sure you’ve heard all about the cool side of Valetta,” her eldest sister, Andromache, said, “But what about the dorky side?”
“Um, I would love to hear about the dorky side.” Lora snickered, leaning as the second eldest, Joi, leaned in to share her phone.
“I think it’s our job to share baby pictures.”
“Absolutely,” Lora snickered. Joi tipped her phone to the side to better blow up the photograph of a child’s ballet class, zooming in on little Valetta in her little tutu and leotard, hair pulled back in a messy little bun. Lora couldn’t help the squeal as the phone was handed to her, taking a closer look. “Look at her!”
“Yup, she loved dance class.” Joi smiled. “She had just gotten fitted for a new prosthetic and she was so excited to dance.”
“She was good too!” Andromache nodded. “But the best part was, the instructor told us on her first day –she was, like, eight –they went around introducing one another. You know, say your name and something about yourself. And at Valetta’s turn, she puffs up her chest and said ‘I’m Valentine Barbie!’ like it was her entire identity!”
“Aww,” Lora laughed, staring down at the picture. The sisters started laughing.
“We’d call her Valentine sometimes, but we have no idea why she decided to tag that on!” Joi snickered.
“What are you guys talking about?!” Valetta called from the kitchen.
“Valentine Barbie!” They all chimed, prompting Valetta to storm out.
“No!”
“Yes!” Joi clapped. Lora turned to look at her, smiling as she held up the photo. Mrs. Hsieh followed her out confused but smiled when she saw the phone. “We have to!” Her younger siblings took her by the hand, pulling her down into the conversation pit.
“Remember when Val got really into baking when she was little?”
“Oh my god, I was like four!”
“And she’d always make the biggest mess because she thought when the box said mix by hand she’d literally stick her hands in the batter like a little gremlin!” Joi snickered, jostling Valetta.
“It was always in the middle of the night,” her mother joined in, stepping in to sit beside Lora. “She would call me to help, so I would rush down to the kitchen, and there she was -with batter up to her elbows. She was always trying to make them to surprise us.” She reached over patting Valetta’s knee.
Joi continued swiping through her phone, showing her different pictures. One was Valetta fishing, another with her learning to drive, helping at the orchard, or working with her dad on a car. Lora stopped her at one with a massive, scruffy old dog.
“Aw, who is that?”
Her mother squinted at the screen before smiling, “Oh, that’s A-di. He was the dog most of the girls grew up with. He was very sweet and very careful with them.” She took a moment, thinking of something before she started to softly laugh. “He was very close with Valetta. Every night after dinner, she would come and ask me for a cookie. And she would take it over to A-di and break it in half to share. He would get one half and she would get the other. And sometimes the cookie would be too hard to break so Valetta would just give him the whole thing.” She reached over, pinching Valetta’s cheek.
Lora smiled sweetly, tearing up. “She’s sweet like that.”
“Yeah, she is,” Joi cooed.
“Oh, quit,” Valetta laughed, swatting them away as they babied their teasing. It wasn’t long until the silvery voice of Valetta’s home assistant announced that dinner was ready. The girls got up, helping their mother out and back into the kitchen. Lora caught Valetta’s hand, pulling her close to kiss her on the cheek.
“See, I knew you were sweet.” She giggled.
“So much for my reputation,” Valetta laughed, leaning against her as they started for the kitchen.
“Don’t worry, Valentine Barbie, your secret is safe with me.”
