#lecrinn

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From another one of my "still a ways off because it doesn't have a plot yet" fics, this is literally all I have of it XD:

            Andel Indarys walked into his throne room and was taken aback to find Lecrinn in the throne.

            She sat nonchalantly, a leg crossed over her knee as she smirked at him.

            “Wha-” he stomped forward. “I could have you arrested!”

            She lowered a brow. “For sitting in a chair?”

            “This is usurpment! I can have you fined at least.”

            “That was your last guard captain; but don’t worry, I don’t want your job,” swinging her leg uncrossed, she stood, “just to give you a message.”

            He glared. “Which is?”

            “That while I may be afraid of many things,” she stepped forward into his personal space, “you’re not one of them. Your people are under my care now, you hurt them, you answer to me.”

            “And who are you that I should feel threatened by that?”

            Her voice lowered. “I think you already suspect the answer to that.”

            “So you admit it then?”

11. A kiss... in joy shameless thiefguard bc i love criminal/law ships

(probably) non-canon sillies under the cut >:D

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This is the intro to a fic that's probably a ways off (if ever 😅) because most of it's a conversation between Lecrinn and Dervera and I don't know what they should talk about.

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            Lecrinn’s fingers drummed along the counter as she stared off in thought.

            “Need a drink?” asked the innkeeper, Dervera.

            “No.”

            She looked past Lecrinn to the door, but her gaze kept shifting back to the drumming fingers, growing more and more annoyed.

            Mouth pulling to the side, Lecrinn looked almost nervous.

            “I wouldn’t tell anyone if I saw you take someone to your room.”

            Fingers freezing, her eyes snapped to Dervera. “What?”

            “Look, you’re not giving me much to go off of here.”

            She sighed, “It’s Garrus.”

            Dervera’s face remained neutral. “Uh huh.”

            “He hasn’t been eating and he’s being stubborn, but I figure,” she smirked, “that were I to make him something he wouldn’t be able to let my hard work go to waste.”

            “Sounds like a solid plan,” she said plainly, but looked a little suspicious as to where this was going.

            Smirk dropping into a nervous smile, she looked down. “Only problem is, I really only know the cooking basics.”

            Dervera gave a casual smile. “Well luckily all you need to cook are the basics and a good recipe.”

            “…Would you have a recipe for something like an ash yam pie?” her eyes turned up to her, hopeful. “He really likes ash yams.”

            She considered. “I do, I’d write it down for you, but I’m getting the feeling that you’re about to go until you’ve found a way to rope me into helping you.”

            Lecrinn smiled sweetly. “I could pay you.”

I realized that Martin is probably always getting Lecrinn out of trouble so here's more platonic martinhok shenanigans, this time with Baurus and Jauffre.

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            Martin stepped out into the Cloud Ruler courtyard-Baurus close behind-for some fresh air and the view of the crystalline sky.

            At running steps, Baurus whipped towards them, concern setting in. “What’s wrong?”

            A Redguard woman ran behind him and Martin. “Save me!”

            “From what?”

            “Lecrinn!”

            They all jumped.

            Jauffre stomped up, Martin taking a step to meet him. “Lecrinn has been pardoned of all her crimes.”

            “She committed more.”

            He looked nervous. “Then she’s pardoned again.”

            “She went on a spree across Bruma, robbing inns and bakeries of hundreds of desserts.”

            Martin looked back at her, she giving a guilty grin. He looked concerned before facing forward and down, considering. “Well, then…” looking up, he bolded his voice to sound confident, “we reimburse the inns and bakeries.”

            “All of them?” he asked flatly.

            “Yes.”

            He looked over the three, Martin remained unwavering, Baurus tried not to smirk as he looked impressed by how he’d handled it, and Lecrinn just looked smug. He sighed, there wasn’t much he could do now that the would-be-emperor decreed it, so he sulked off to go take care of it.

            Once he was gone, Martin turned to Lecrinn. “Hundreds of desserts? Was that really necessary?”

            She looked off nervously. “Some kids looked sad, so I decided to cheer them up… along with the… entire rest of the poor community.”

            “Ah,” he smiled, “a noble goal then.”

            “And what have you been hiding behind your back this whole time?” Baurus asked knowingly.

            Martin looked confused, having not noticed.

            Smirking back, she pulled out a sweetcake. “I thought the three of us could share this one.”

            “Thank you,” said Martin, “but I don’t feel it’d be right for me to eat something stolen.”

            “It’s not,” her smile widened, “you just paid for it.”

            Baurus smirked at him. “She has you there.”

Just some married thiefguard fluff of them waking up together and being too cute for the other to physically handle.

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            Golden hour shined through the window, casting a shadow of its heart shaped ironwork on the wall over the bed. Under the sunbeams was still shadowy.

            Lecrinn slowly awoke to warmth and the sound of a steady heartbeat.

            She laid on her side, up against Garrus’s, her cheek pressed against his bare chest. He had an arm against her back to support it, the other held her hand atop his chest.

            Opening her eyes, she squinted against the light. She tilted her head back to look at Garrus, finding him already awake and beaming at her, brighter than the sunbeams.

            “Good morning, my love.”

            She gave a sleepy smile back. “G’mornin gorgeous.”

            His smile turned giggly.

            “Did you have sweet dreams?”

            His voice swelled with adoration. “No dream could ever match the one I wake to.”

            Her eyes flicked in a playful eyeroll but sparkled with joy.

            Raising their held hands, he slowly kissed her knuckles, drawing her gaze back to him. His eyes softened as they gazed into hers.

            Heart fluttering, her lips pressed together, trying and failing to contain the swooning smile.

            Eyes brightening, one side of his mouth tilted up in a victorious smirk.

Garrus can always tell when Lecrinn is having a bad, even when she's the Mad God.

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            It was a seemingly normal day in the Mad Court, Lecrinn ruling from her throne of Garrus’s lap.

But he could tell something was wrong, her expression was harder than usual, her voice sharper, and her patience thinner. “Perhaps we should take a break?” he offered.

            “I told you I’m fine!” Ah yes, and her attitude snappier.

            “But you have been at it for a while, and no one’s here right now.”

            She rambled on a protest, getting cut off as he hefted her up into his arms. “Hey!”

            “Haskill, can you take care of things for a while?”

            “I always do, sir.”

            “Thank you.” Standing, he walked off with Lecrinn.

            She narrowed her eyes up at Garrus. “I could smite you, you know.”

            “I’m aware.”

            Once they were up the stairs and down the hall, her annoyance had eased to a smirk. “Carrying away a Daedric Prince, have you gone mad?”

            “I must’ve gotten it from you.”

            Her voice grew quiet and sincere. “Thank you, Garrus.”

            He looked down. She was smiling sadly up at him, her eyes glowing more than usual, he soon realized the gold was reflecting off tears rimming her eyes. She’d been having a bad day and just couldn’t admit it. He returned the look and tone. “Anytime, my love.”

            Her smile widened before her gaze shifted to the corner of her eye. When the smile fell, she quickly put on a flirty smirk, looking back at him. “So what are you planning on doing with me?”

            “Whatever you want.”

            “You carried me off without a plan?”

            “The plan was to stop you from working.”

            She gave a quick laugh. “You really did get it from me.” A moment later, the smile fell flat. “So…” her voice cracked. She finally let all the pretenses drop with a sigh. “Can I just cuddle you and cry?”

            “Of course!”

            She tried to smile but her lips shook, eyes welling up.

            His heart panged. Luckily, they were almost there. He glanced up. “Can you get the door?”