#dennea

CRACK:

“I guess we’ve discovered your greatest talent,” Denna teased, studying her lover’s new face with a tender caress, “What is it, your sixth body?”

FUTURE FIC:

Denna has never been particularly fond of children, but as little Edwin squeals out “mama, mommy,” his arms open to hug her and Dennee, she notes that he is most certainly the exception.

FIRST TIME:

“I’m sorry it’s taken this long, and I know you already know but,” Denna paused to take a breath, sweeping a strand of hair behind her lover’s ear, “I love you, Dennee.”

FLUFF:

Denna watches, her heart pounding in anticipation, and breathes out in relief at Dennee’s teary eyed smile as she accepts her marriage proposal.

HUMOUR:

“If I had known what absolute beasts toddlers were,” Denna sighs, shifting her gaze from the sleeping boy in her lap to his mother’s mischievous grin, “I would have used them to train my pets years ago.”

HURT/COMFORT:

Denna kissed each tear that rolled down the Confessor’s cheek, her leather clad hand rubbing Dennee’s back as she shook with grief.

SMUT:

She felt herself lose control of her magic as Denna’s lips clamped onto her nipple, experienced fingers dancing up Dennee’s inner thigh — somehow unaffected, Denna continued her pursuit of pleasuring the Confessor.

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