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113: “Where did all these puppies come from?”

Lee/Adele

Fluff

Modern Thedas AU

546 words

Adele pulled her coat tighter around herself, tugging herhood lower as she watched spirals of breath dancing in the frigid air. Tiny furrybodies squirmed in the cardboard box, their “owner” fast asleep, newspaperclasped in their gloved hands. She clenched her jaw and looked away, gatheringwhat resolve she could, but found her feet were glued to the pavement. Onepuppy was pushed over, blinking up at the mage, little legs flailing as theystruggled to turn itself back over. Sighing, she bent down and helped it backonto its feet, a smile cracking at her stony expression when the puppy rubbedits head against her hand in thanks.

“How adorable,” a voice interrupted her pleasant train ofthought and Adele glanced upwards. “So small as well.”

The woman stood by her side, peering down at the wrigglingpuppies, her gaze trailing up to meet Adele’s. Pink pinched at the mage’scheeks and she withdrew her hand from the box, smoothing out her face. Thestranger’s grin was a knowing one, however, and she bent down, knee brushingAdele’s own. She watched as the woman picked out a dog with a white body andbrown markings on its face, cooing at it.

“Where do you think they came from?” She asked, pressing akiss to the puppy’s head. “They’re not mabari, and they’re all I see aroundhere.”

“I don’t have a clue, if I’m honest.” Adele shrugged, thensquinted now that she had a proper view of the woman’s face. “Wait…Lee, is it?”

“Adele. Eric’s friend. I knew I’d seen you before,”she said. “I didn’t know you were a dog person, darling.”

Darling. The mage balked for a second, dismissing theendearment. “Well…man’s best friend, you know? Could do with someone elsearound the clinic.”

Lee snorted. “Still running that place, hm? That’sdedication. How many years now?”

“…A couple. Last time I saw you, you were still doing thatdesign degree. How’d that work out?”

“Well. I did an internship for a while, butapparently my ideas weren’t traditional enough for them. I moved out here tostart up my own place, and, besides, Eric is here.”

Adele cleared her throat, tearing her eyes away from thecurve of Lee’s lips. “So, are you going to get a puppy?”

“I think so – they make for great chat-up lines.” Themage raised an eyebrow at that, but Lee just tittered in response. “No, but,seriously; I’m living here for the foreseeable future and I’ve wanted to haveone of my own for years. What about you, darling?”

“I…well, could do with a chat-up line or two, rate my lovelife’s going.”

“A joke, Adele? I’m impressed.”

The man offering the puppies didn’t appreciate being wokenfrom his nap, but hand-waved when they offered money, claiming they were free. Adeleand Lee straightened up, puppies tucked inside their coat, the former avoidingeye contact with the latter, fearing she’d see how nervous she was.

“I need to, uh, get some stuff for the puppy now, and I assumedyou do too.” She cleared her throat.

“And you assumed correctly.” Lee flashed her most dazzlingsmile. “Would you escort me to the pet store, darling?”

“Yes- I mean, of course.”

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1. video games

2. fictional characters

3. the boyfriend

4. staring at the sea from my window

Eyelashes.

They would spend hours like this, sitting with their faces close to each other, carressing each other’s noses, cheeks, sometimes giving fleeting kisses. The intimacy was stronger than any sexual intercouse could give. Graves cherished those moments with great affection and always bathed in love that Credence granted him.

What he treasured most was when Credence moved his face against his cheek. His long soft eyelashes would flick against his skin, tickling and delicate. Those eyelashes were a weakness of Graves’ and he was slightly embarrassed to admit it.

Sometimes they would be still, lining beautiful curves of Credence’s closed eyes. Other times they would be heavy under tears that the boy spillt. But it was when they framed sparkling happy eyes that Graves loved most. And whatever he could do to cause this, he did.

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Jasper + Adele

J: There is that frown again, ma chérie - the guests are frightened of you.

A: You say that like it’s an issue to me.

J: It should be, given the power these nobles hold.

A: What’ll they do? Whine and complain about my frown?

J: Ah. Clever. Then again, that marquis in the corner appears intrigued…the man enjoys the company of…fiery women. I believe he is interested.

A: Ugh. He will have the company of a fireball up his arse if he gets any closer.

J: I expected nothing less.

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Adele + Lee

L: How long have you had that cloak, darling? I’ve never seen you out of the thing. 

A: ...Is this relevant?

L: I didn’t even need to ask. You know, I could make you a new one - I’m pretty nifty with a needle. 

A: Hm. 

L: I’ll take that as a ‘yes’, darling. 

Jasper + Eric

J: Mon cher, you have some dirt in your hair. 

E: Really? Tsk. There really is a lot of mud in Ferelden. 

J: Indeed. But come here, mon amour - we cannot have my handsome prince getting dirty, can we?

E: Prince? My, my, I’ve been promoted. (Chuckles.)

(Sera retching.)

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“Shut up and kiss me already.”

“Let me help you with that.”

Eric/Jasper –Modern Thedas/Stripper!Jasper AU

Eric woke up with a clear head and heavy limbs. He shiftedand sunk further into the mattress, humming at the memories of finely-sculptedmuscles and teasing smirks from the night before. Jasper. The name wasbold in his mind, as was his image – a model in all but profession. The latestproject was one of Eric’s favourites, and he took a deep inhale, revelling inthe sweet fragrance that had permeated throughout the room.

“You’re awake. I…hope you don’t mind.” An Orlesian accentrang out.

Eric rubbed his eyes as he sat up, finally squinting at theman stood by the slit between the curtains. Sunlight filtered through them,casting long shadows that trailed up as far as the foot of the bed, cutting animpressive figure out of Jasper from behind. The red in his hair was stark fromwhere Eric sat, his own light locks drooping into view, mussed from sleep.

“What in the Maker’s- oh,” Eric gasped, looking aroundwildly. “This is…well, it’s not often I’m really speechless, Jasper.”

“I aim to please, mon cher – it is my job.” The smilewas audible in his voice. Jasper turned, resting himself on a nearby armchair,admiring his handiwork. The grin slipped, however, and Eric felt his heartfalter a moment. “I must leave now. Surely, I have overstayed my welcome as itis, no? Thank you for the opportunity once again, Eric.”

Eric…that’s the first time he’s said my name. Theartist shook the niggling thought from his mind, untangling himself from hissheets to rise and cross over to where Jasper stood. Standing only amplifiedthe beauty of what Jasper had done while he had slept: all of the flowers fromthe sketching session last night had been gathered from the living room floorand arranged carefully around his bedroom.  

“If I wanted you to leave, I would’ve asked you to,” Ericreplied, admiring how the shadows sunk into the curves of Jasper’s face. “Trustme – wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been thrown out.”

The Orlesian chuckled. “I’m sure you have a lot of visitors –it only stands to reason that some wouldn’t be as…savoury, as I.”

“Debatable.”

“Excuse me; I am excellent company. My mother is wontto say so,” Jasper protested, feigning offence. He rested a hand on his chest andtipped his head back, huffing in a grand show of dramatics.

“Whatever you say,” Eric said in a sing-song voice, eyeingJasper carefully. “Now, you are a guest, monsieur – get your fine,Orlesian behind into a kitchen and I shall make us something to eat.”

Jasper grinned, wide, and swept out a hand, beckoning for Ericto lead on. The silky kimono dripped off of his tawny skin, almost criminallyloose. A muscular chest was bared for Eric to have his fill of, dusting ofauburn chest hair and all. The kitchen was clean, save for the couple ofbottles of wine strewn on the counter. A vase that Eric didn’t recognise as oneof his own sat on the breakfast bar.

“Gardenias,” he stated, rushing forwards to stroke thesmooth, white petals. “You brought these? When?”

“Well, I am an early riser, so I thought I would get yousomething to thank you. Forgive the cheesiness, but flowers are the best way tosay more than words can tell, no?”

Indeed. Eric pondered the answer as he rummagedthrough the cupboards for ingredients, emptying out the recipe requirements he’dmemorised into a glass bowl. Gardenias? Surely, he doesn’t mean…no. Hardlyanyone indulges in flower language anymore. He knew better than to allowhis mind to run wilder than it already had. Last night had come close, whatwith Jasper posing nude…covered in flowers. The sketch was a good one, as well,in Eric’s opinion. The word “muse” floated through his head as he prepared thepan. Perhaps he was getting too caught up in this. He wasn’t sure.

He opened the fridge and frowned when he came away with nomilk. Eric began to ask about it when he turned to face Jasper, finding itdangling precariously from his fingers. He scoffed and grabbed it from theOrlesian, shaking his head.

“Is there anything I can do to help, mon trésor?” Ericreminded himself the pet names were a character quirk of Jasper’s as his heartlurched at the word.

He glanced backwards and arched an eyebrow, trying to stillhis racing pulse. “You were doing a good job of being a pretty ornament for mykitchen.”

“You wound me, ser – I have many talents. Orlesian cuisineis the best, you know.”

“Said every Orlesian ever. You don’t get much Orlesian foodin the Free Marches, I’m afraid.”

“Oh, I’ll have to cook for you some time, then. I assureyou, whatever I make, you will love.”

“If you put it that way.”

Eric could hear shifting fabric and Jasper softly paddingtowards him. Soon, warm breath was tickling the back of his neck as he pouredpancake batter into a hot pan, the mix sizzling as it made contact with it. Fingertipslingered on his wrist, tapping out a simple tune in time with a soft hum. Itwas a rich sound, warming Eric more the longer it continued.

The pair fell into a comfortable silence, broken when Ericplated two fluffy pancakes and placed them on the breakfast bar. Jasper didn’tbudge, and he exchanged a steady stare with Eric, exhaling before he steppedforwards, cupped his cheeks and pressed his lips to his. For a moment, Eric’smind whirred and spluttered, unable to process all the sensory input – the tendernessof Jasper’s lips, the rasp of his stubble against his jaw, the passion withwhich he drove the kiss – and the fact that they were kissing.

He melted into it and rested his hands on Jasper’s forearms,the Orlesian’s own planted on Eric’s hips. Jasper moaned and nipped gently atEric’s bottom lip, spurring them on in a new bout of ardour. After a foreverand a half in each other’s embrace, sharing themselves so easily, they brokeaway. They still held each other close as Eric’s eyes fluttered open, wide andimpossibly blue, to meet the silver gaze he…he loved.

“Forgive me,” Jasper murmured. “I…I didn’t mean to-…I amnormally good at this.”

A finger jumped up to his lips, still slightly swollen andpink. “Jasper…it was perfect. You were perfect. Maker, you’re…”

“Disarming?”

“Hey! You can’t do that right after you-…really?”

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