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My WinterFRE2018 gift for @linane-art <3 Sorry again for the terrible delay, I hope you enjoy your gift! <3

Nous sommes, nous sommes

“Don’t write to me every day, I’ll be too busy being cooler than you!” Fili calls out, his smile wide, his skin all but glowing in the pale sunlight.

Kili takes him in, all of him, ravenous – the curve of Fili’s lips, the tip of his nose pink from the cold, the way he holds himself, like a mischievous child in a grown man’s skin, and knows that he’ll never get enough of this.

“Every day? You’ll be lucky if I write to you at all!” Kili bellows over the wooshing and whirring of the Express, and there’s a brightness in Fili’s eyes – the kind that speaks without a single word. The kind that would move even mountains to tears, knowing that they were so loved.

The kind that makes Kili feel hungry and full at the same time, his heart sated and yet begging for more.

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: World of Warcraft Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Polemarch Adrestes x OC, Polemarch Adrestes x female OC Characters: Polemarch Adrestes, Adrestes (Warcraft), Eridia, Visephone, Lysonia, Arios, Maw Walker Additional Tags: Soulmate AU, Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort Summary:

To be honest, Bismuth had thought that she wasn’t ever going to see Native Bismuth again. Silly or not, she’d thought that maybe her matron would be disappointed in her for joining the rebellion all that time ago. There she was, though. ...Right back to spouting off puns.

“Heh... I know what you mean. But did you... Bismuth me?” There was Bismuth, firing off puns right back. Not the best one to start with, but it had earned a sort of special place with her. It was the first one she’d used before Ruby and Sapphire’s wedding. The one that had led to her friends confirming what Steven had said and taking her back without question.

Hopefully, it would lead to the same thing here.