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fanfic directors cut.

Chapter 25, the sort of end to the slow burn... even if it was only temporary xD 

33. If money was no object, what would your wardrobe be like?

Thanks for the prompt! This is kind of an early Thanksgiving fic. Also, it’s been years and years since I have played an instrument of any kind, so hopefully I didn’t screw that part up too much. I really hope you like it! 

Adam knows Ronan is anxious. It’s the first Thanksgiving dinner at the home he’s made for himself, with family, now that old wounds have begun to heal, and with friends, who have been gone for far too long. Their own reunion three days ago was charged enough and Adam had only been gone for six weeks.

Gansey has been gone for six months. Just his phone calls over the summer were enough to send Ronan into a spiral of sadness and grief. Adam really wants this day to go well for him. He’s not surprised when Ronan slips away as soon as the turkey is in the oven, seeking some form of distraction.

Adam expects the distraction to involve cars and mud, so he’s bewildered when he finds Ronan in the living room sitting at the upright piano in the corner plinking away at the keys. As Adam crosses the threshold, he launches into a melancholy tune that stops Adam in his tracks. He knows that Ronan can play a variety of instruments thanks to Niall Lynch’s legacy, but Adam has never heard him. Halfway through the song, Ronan stops, shakes his hands and anxiously glances out the window.

“Hey,” Adam says quietly. “Want some company?”

Ronan pushes over so Adam can sit on his left.

Adam takes a seat on the bench. “Teach me how to play?”

fanfic asks. 

26. Are titles for your stories easy to come up with?

oh god no 😂 I think all of them but one now have song lyric titles. and that’s gotten easier since I started making playlists for more characters/ships. easier to scroll through and find the song that suits the piece the best. even then I still take FOREVER. 

35. Where’s your favorite place to write?

Soft Prompts or 100 Prompts

this is a little short but!! thanks for sending in a prompt.

9. “It’s a hobby of mine to prove you wrong.”

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Cullen didn’t know how many hmm’s or that’s an interesting choice’s or contemplative nods he sat through before he’d had enough. “Is judge my personal library really the only thing you have to do today?” Cullen questioned, fixing Dorian with a look he hoped said ‘regardless, please leave’ as the mage pulled yet another book off the shelf in Cullen’s office, stroking a finger down the spine before briefly flipping through the well-worn pages.

“So they are, then? They’re actually your books?” They hadn’t simply been left here by the previous occupants of the keep to rot, or stocked in an effort to make their Commander look like a double threat, scholarly as well as soldierly. “I didn’t expect you to be so—” Well-read is how Dorian intended to finish that, but a warning glance from Cullen had him snapping his mouth shut before he could. “Some of the titles surprise me,” Dorian amended. Yes there were books on tactics and history, but that wasn’t all. The several poetry volumes tucked amongst the rest were what really threw Dorian for a loop. “They’re not ones I would have expected you to own.”

“You once told me I needed a hobby.” Something that, to quote Dorian, didn’t involve, ‘skulking around the keep or terrifying recruits,’ if Cullen recalled correctly. “It’s a hobby of mine to prove you wrong.”

kissy kissy.

have both!!

13. kiss on the ear

Cullen would probably call it ‘thoughtful silence’ or ‘quiet reflection,’ but to everyone else, it’s brooding. He’s already at it when Dorian opens the office door to find Cullen staring hard out of the narrow slits that pass for windows. It’s in the arms folded across his chest, the slump of his shoulders, the set of his jaw. Wordlessly, Dorian slips his arms around Cullen’s waist from behind, hooks his chin over his shoulder.

“You think too loud,” Dorian remarks, words only a murmur as his lips brush Cullen’s ear. There’s the faintest nip to the lobe before a kiss is pressed in the space just behind. It always does the trick.

Cullen sighs like he’s going to say something but never does, only relaxes back against Dorian. One small kiss and the tension is already easing. No more spiraling thoughts, just Dorian, warm and solid against him. 

9. “war’s end” kiss

There’s celebration after the fall of Corypheus. It’s subdued—many lives were lost—but there’s no denying the current of mirth, of relief, that spreads through the keep. The inquisitor has even gathered some of their closest companions in the main hall in memorialization of their triumphs.

Dorian tries not to monopolize Cullen’s time even though he wants nothing more than to permanently attach himself to his side. There’s several others who wish to congratulate the Commander on his part in their success, and Cullen deserves the praise. And Dorian knows he’ll get his moment, knows Cullen will slip away from the festivities earlier than most, and after waiting just enough time as to not seem too eager, Dorian follows suit.

Cullen is waiting for him in his office, leaning up against the desk. It only takes a few quick steps for Cullen to cross the room to Dorian, taking his face in his hands. There’s a moment’s pause, and then Cullen is kissing him. Then kissing him again. Dorian gives himself to it fully.

6: Favorite title you used?

the knight, dressed in armor, kneels in prayer --it's part of the description of the statue at the MFA, and it's my favorite sculpture there, and I feel like it conveys the kind of reverence Ronan and Adam have for each other (even though the fic has goofy blowjob jokes)

I already did 1 and 17, so I'll do 7 instead:

7: If you use song lyrics, which artist’s songs did you pull from the most

okay so. fun fact. i mostly picked lyrics from songs I sang when I studied music in college (info about each song in the notes)

fear no danger to ensue, the hero loves as well as you 

mo mhúirnín