#kirduin

"Brrr!" Akirlia shivered as she and Anduin made their way back into Ironforge, after a day of exploring the world outside of the Dwarf capital, taking in the sights, experience the snowfall, and playing with the small animals that lived in the frigid conditions, Akirlia threatening to take a snow leopard cub back with them, though as its mother approached, they found it safer to leave it be.

"Cold doesn’t normally bother me," she mused, rubbing her hands together, attempting to warm them as the King walked beside her, reaching for her freezing hands, taking them in his own. "But this cold is more than I’ve experienced." Stepping into the warmth of Ironforge, the Draenei unwrapped her scarf a bit as they walked, finally feeling at ease as the temperature rose around them. As they walked to their room, dwarves bowed respectfully to the King and his Lady, and human and Draenei nodded their heads in greeting to each and every man, woman, and child as they passed, smiles plastered to their faces.

Finally in the peace of their room, Anduin began to shrug himself out of his winter clothes, his blue hues wandering to Akirlia, who rid herself of her own, watching as more and more of her beautiful, blue skin appeared to his eyes, a smile crossing his lips. Pulling his shirt over his head, he slyly strode over to his beloved, his hands slipping under her shirt, a surprised jump escaping her as his cold hands touched her warm skin. Peering over her shoulder, noticing the expression upon Anduin’s face, she grinned, a soft laugh escaping her as he eased her out of her shirt.

"My King, we’ve just only gotten back," she mused, the tone of her voice playful. "Shouldn’t we have a bit of time to warm ourselves up?" Though despite her words, she allowed her shirt to come off, feeling lips press themselves against her spine, causing her to shiver in delight, a smug smile crossing Anduin’s features, his hands wandering down her waist to rest upon her hips.

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Even as Queen, it didn’t stop Akirlia from being plagued with the nightmares which had always haunted her soul.

Anduin had been awake already when Kir had woken up, screaming, and the Draenei, in a panic, had fled the room, unable to bare her beloved’s concerned gaze upon her as she cried tearfully. That hadn’t stopped Anduin from following her, however, and soon he found her upon a balcony, her elegant form shaking, her tail twitching nervously back and forth as her shining gaze found the stars.

Her ear twitched as she heard him approach, and a small, sad smile crossed her lips before she sighed, shaking her head. “I’m sorry, my love,” she murmured, unable to meet his eyes. “I didn’t want you to see me like that…I…” Not a moment had passed and the King held his Queen in his arms, cradling her gentle, feeling the wetness of her tears upon his shoulder.

"Dry your tears, Kir. I vowed in front of the entire Kingdom that for better or for worse, I would be by your side. Through anything, Kir. And I’ll be with you now as you fight the night terrors." Her arms wrapped around him as she brought him into her embrace, nuzzling him tenderly.

Anduin chuckled, kneeling down to pick up his daughter and placing her on his hip.

"Well," He began, nuzzling his face to hers for a few moments and placing a kiss on her forehead. "That’s because Mommy is a Draenei and I am a Human. So you have all the cutest bits from both of us." 

who wakes the other one up with kisses

As Anduin is King and has Kingly duties he needs to perform early in the morning, he is the one who wakes Kir up with lots and lots of kisses.

who cooks for who

Lots of cute arguing would happen when Kir tries to cook for Anduin but he refuses because he wants to spoil her. So she just argues right back until they decide they’ll cook dinner together if the servants haven’t already done so

who is the morning person/night person

They tend to both be the night person as they like to lay in bed and just talk to each other about everything and nothing, though Anduin, again, is the morning person because of Kingly things

who is the romantic one

Anduin, definitely. Though Kir does her little things that could be considered romantic, Anduin goes above and beyond in his romantic antics.

who is the top when it comes to sex

Kir. She likes to see the King completely at her mercy, though they do switch it up

who would lead in ballroom dancing

Anduin. Kir, being a monk of no royal bloodlines, isn’t all that confident dancing. So Anduin leads her along and tells her everything is going to be fine.

who is the more cuddly one

They are both equally cuddly, especially when they fall asleep at night. Then they’re cuddle monsters.

who is the one to most likely pick the movie they watch

Kir would, but only because Anduin wants to make sure she’s happy with their selection, though Kir would be more than happy to watch whatever he wanted.

who is the one who would pay for dates

Anduin wouldn’t even allow Kir to think of paying, though she would argue day and night. 

who is the one who would initiate a quicky during classes

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"Mama, mama!"

A small child’s voice reached the Draenei’s ears, accompanied by quick-paced hoofsteps of her two oldest children. The door burst open, and in trotted a boy and a girl, carrying the biggest bunch of flowers, roses, daisies, violets, and anything they could find, bringing it to Akirlia, who stood at the window, a hand resting upon her swollen belly as she smiled at her children, taking the flowers from them.

"They’re lovely," she murmured, inhaling their sweet scent. "Thank you." Bending over, with difficulty, she brought them both into a sweet embrace, giving them both a kiss on their crested brows. While they were not fully Draenei, they carried many of Akirlia’s traits, though both looked quite like their father, who walked in the door a moment later, a small girl on his hip, her round face framed with hair as blonde as his. Two small horns poked from underneath her tresses, almost identical in shape to Akirlia’s.

"Momma, I got one, too!" she exclaimed, holding out a lily for Akirlia to take. "I hope you like it! Daddy helped me pick it out. He said they were your favorite." A smile spread widely across Akirlia’s face as she took the flower, holding it between her delicate fingers. Her eyes flickered over to Anduin, whose smile matched her own, a sheepish shrug moving his shoulders.

"Well, daddy was right," she said, giving her a kiss as her hand rested upon Anduin’s cheek, her thumb brushing over his cheekbone softly. "Now why don’t you and your brother and sister go along? I need to talk to your father about something." The youngest wriggled out of her father’s arms, jumping to the floor, yanking on her brother’s tail before the three ran out of the room, their hooves echoing in the hall.

Anduin turned his gaze upon his pregnant wife, taking in her glowing beauty as he caressed her face, allowing one hand to rest upon her stomach. “By the Light,” he breathed, his smile unfaltering. “You are so beautiful, my love. Every day, your beauty increases and every day I consider myself the luckiest man to have won your heart.” He brushed his lips against hers, pure happiness upon his features.

"You were the only one, Anduin. The only one…"

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Night had fallen, and Akirlia’s skin glowed in the pale moonlight, sharing the evening with the King.  They had been walking through the courtyard for hours, talking and laughing, making faces at each other while the citizens watched on. Akirlia has made herself popular among the court, earning the love and respect of the people, and too often, she’d find the children approaching her, asking to touch her hooves or poke at her horns. Of course, the Draenei would happily oblige as Anduin watched on, an expression of utmost adoration for the monk upon her features.

By this time, everyone had gone to their homes, retiring for the night, leaving Akirlia and Anduin alone in the moonlight, the monk happily enjoying his company. She felt the king nudge her softly, and as she turned her silvery gaze upon him, she couldn’t help smile at the curve of his lips. Though as he spoke, she bit her lip softly, her tail softly tapping his rear.

"But my King," she said playfully, stopping short to grab him but the scruff of his shirt, backing them up both against the wall. She rubbed the tip of her nose against him, a smile crossing her lips. "Whatever will the kingdom think, should they happen to see?"

His eyes swept across her lovely face, hovering upon her lips, licking his own in want. His breathing became deep as her lips hovered near his, pressing her body against his.

"Let them know," he purred, his hand reaching up to stroke the tender tendrils behind her ears, causing a shiver down her spine. "Let the whole damn world know."

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Anduin sat bolt upright, sweat dripping down his body. His chest heaved as he tried to regain control of his breathing. Another nightmare. He reached up, running a hand through his hair. 

He was about to get out of bed when he felt the bed shift beneath him and he glanced to the side to see the sleeping form of Akirlia. He smiled tightly and his hand went to twist the wedding band on his finger; a habit he was quickly falling into.

She was beautiful when she slept, her face had the most tranquil  expression. He reached out, trailing his hand down her arm lightly. After a few moments he settled back down in the bed, nuzzling his face in between her shoulder blades and wrapped his arms around her.

There was a small mumble from Kir and Anduin pressed a kiss to her back.

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Akirlia walked by the King’s side as she patrolled the corridors with him, keeping her expression impassive as they went. While the feelings within her were far from impassive, there was always the chance of the shrew coming around the corner to find them, and a scandal was the last thing Anduin needed. As they turned into the next hall, the words that slipped so casually out of Anduin’s lips, which had curved into a smirk, had the Draenei blushing deeply.

"Anduin…" she hissed, her eyes wide, though a slight smile curved her lips. "What if a certain…someone…hears you?”