Tags: fluff, secret relationship, angst, dating, established relationship, gentleness, flowers
Prompt: “You Remembered?” They thought the other didn’t care. They’re used to being forgotten. But then, in the quiet, the other person says something, something small, something specific, and it hits like a train. - Link
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A/N: Lin Ling my beloved is a hashtag now and I couldn't be more happy! Enjoy, comment and reblog, all that good stuff.
You weren't expecting anything from him, not even to visit you today. After all he had a relationship, fake as it may be, to maintain, an image of a hero to uphold. You were second to that, and that was fine, as long as Lin still wanted you in his life.
A 'tap tap tap' on the window made you jump in your bed, from your position of feeling sorry for yourself. Lin... or Nice, was floating there smiling at you, with two bouquets of flowers, one in each hand.
"Lin?! What are you doing out there?! It's raining like crazy!" You crumbled off the bed to unlock the window and let him in. He was dripping all over your floor but that was the least of your worry, and it really should be the least of his but he looked down and then back at you, his face apologetic.
"I brought you some flowers but they got a bit wet. Hey, at least you won't have to water them for a while!" He winked as he handed you the flowers, or rather, pushed them towards you. With his hands now free he bowed, just like Nice was known to do.
You frowned a little as you saw that charming smile. The more Lin pretend to be Nice the more the line between the two personas seemed to blurr. How long before he was no longer your Lin Ling?
"Why are you here? Don't you have an interview today? And autograph signing. You know I don't mind if you go to these events, it's part of the job after all." Everything about Nice was part of the job but... it twisted and turned your stomach. You wanted Lin, your boyfriend, not Nice, the hero of the people. Was that selfish? Yes. People needed Nice, they relied on him, however you needed and loved Lin Ling.
Sensing your inner turmoil Lin clenched his fists. This was one problem that his powers couldn't solve, he couldn't rely on his charm and persona as Nice. Since... you were one of the only people who knew him before he was Nice, you know the man beneath the mask of Nice.
As you put the flowers in a vase next to your bed Lin was beside you, his arms wrapping around you and bringing you against his chest. "Nothing about Nice could be more important than us celebrating our anniversary."
Your breath hitched and you looked up at him with misty, teary eyes. "You remembered?"
"What kind of question is that? Of course I remembered! I'll always remember to remember you. Nothing's ever gonna pull me away from you. You're the only person who sees me, really sees me, who ever saw me. This superhero thing... it's temporary. You and me? We're forever and ever." His words and gentle smile reminded you of how and who he was before he was Nice. Lin Ling was still there, your Lin Ling, the one who loved only you.
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Runaan and Ethari being the incredibly competitive couple at fairs so whenever they see a game, one of them (mostly Runaan) HAS to win that. The dart booths have an unspoken agreement to only hand Runaan tampered darts and all the Stregth check stalls frantically close as soon as they see Ethari rounding the corner.
They’ve seen ethari’s guns, they know not to let him swing the hammer around.
Alternately some clever clogs mage gives him the hammer enchanted to be twice as heavy, and he still blows the bell and hands the hammer back with a smile and pointers on how to balance the hammer better.
Imagine Chaol and Yrene snuggled up on the golden couch in front of a cosy fire. Chaol combing his hand through Yrene's hair as he softly reads to her after a long day of work. Perfectly content, wrapped in his arms, Yrene drifts off to sleep with a faint smile on her face. No war. No worries. No woes. Complete and utter peace.
