#together verse

polyship-meme

Thank you Gala, for capturing them so beautifully, the love and the tenderness. I love the outfit choices and the whole mood - Solas being relaxed an protective, Iwyn romantic and Ellana allowing herself to be a little vulnerable. It’s so perfect and I love it so much. 

Ellana mumbles and he rearranges Iwyn’s arm, and she turns and sighs and stops snoring. He takes up the space in the bed where he belongs, and thinks a little of belonging, permanently, somehow, before he drifts into sleep.

Very tiny drabble of ot3 smut.

Solas smiles, and thinks of the future, and all its possibilities.

likes artificial watermelon | sleeps in what they’re already wearing | eats their cereal with milk | listens to music with earbuds | hates the summer | can recite past the first four digits of pi | eats frosting out of the jar | doodles on their notebooks | can bake cookies | has a garden (will eventually / soon) | has had a snowball fight | eats pancakes without syrup | prefers shorts to pants | can name more than ten superheroes | has a plan for the zombie apocalypse | uses the same password for everything | can’t hold their breath for more than fifteen seconds | watches anime | hasn’t read harry potter | can say ‘I love you’ in more than one language | prefers mechanical pencils | thinks space is cool | takes personality tests more than once to make sure | can’t tie their shoelaces | has a purse | likes salad | likes cool colors better than warm colors | knows how to braid hair | reads biographies | can ice skate | knows their mbti | reads astrology charts | prefers the star wars prequels to the original trilogy | plays video games | reads the newspaper | likes chocolate ice cream better | doesn’t cuss (much) | memorizes song lyrics | collects coupons | has a preferred order at starbucks | likes movie theater popcorn | has seen a play | listens to music with headphones | owns a hoodie | would rather own cds than online copies | has written a poem | can shuffle cards | subscribes to a magazine | double dips when eating | drinks directly out of the milk container | keeps a journal

Well, here's the final chapter. I chose to end it here due to the omeliaweek prompts during family week, which picked up right after this fic ends and some were in the future. --- Part 10 Owen packed the boys lunches, making sure they each had their correct ones and handed Ben his lunch before ushering him into the truck to be dropped off at school. He then secured Ollie into his car seat before driving off. “Uncle Owen, where's Aunt Amelia?” Ben asked as they drove towards his school. Owen looked in the rearview mirror. “She had to go to work early again, Bud.” He told him. “Will she be home for dinner?” Ben asked. “I don't know.” He answered truthfully. “If I'm not here at three, April will be. Just be good for her because she has the baby with her.” “I will. See ya.” He said softly, getting out of the truck and heading into the school building. “Ready for daycare, Ollie?” He asked his nephew. Oliver smiled. “Yeah! I have fends and toys vare!” He cheered. ••• Amelia looked up at the knocking of the window. She could see own standing above her in the gallery and she picked up her tools, passing them over to Stephanie before walking over to the door of the OR. Owen met her at the door moments later and he frowned. “Where were you this morning?” He asked. “I had surgery.” She said. “Ben keeps asking and I'm tired of not knowing how to answer him. Why are you pulling away? We were doing so good. It's been four months, Amelia. What changed in the past week?” He asked. “Nothing, just nothing. I'll be home later. I have to go. I don't want this patient to die.” She deflected. “That's a routine aneurysm and you're already letting Edwards do the rest. Tell me what's the matter.” He pushed. “Dr. Hunt, I need you to leave my OR.” She instructed firmly. Owen furrowed his eyebrows, frowning as he walked out, hurt. Amelia returned to her place beside Edwards and watched over the resident. “What was that all about?” Stephanie asked. “Nothing.” Amelia brushed off. ••• “We have an incoming trauma. Nine year old boy fell off the jungle gym, complaining of severe forearm and elbow pain.” DeLuca said, walking out to the ambulance bay followed by Owen and Wilson. All three doctors gowned. “Someone page Karev.” Hunt called. “I'm here.” Alex said walking out of the automatic doors as the ambulance pulled up. “Nine year old Benjamin Hunt, broken radius and fractured humerus.” One of the EMTs recited. Owen stepped back. “Ben, are you okay?” He asked, shocked. Ben was seated upright on the gurney with tears streaming down his face. “It hurts.” He cried. Alex wheeled him into an exam room with Jo close behind him and she shut the door, instructing Owen that he could not treat a relative. ••• Owen leaned against the desk in the ER, dialing Amelia's phone but sighing when he got a voicemail. He then paged her but received no answer. Deciding he should go look for her instead. ••• Amelia walked out of the scrub room, drying her hands with a towel and looked at her phone, seeing a missed call from Owen. She shrugged, heading down to the ER to wait for any incoming traumas. She passed by an exam room, peeking in the window and to her shock was surprised to see Ben sitting up on a bed while Jo was administering a plaster cast to his arm. She quickly stepped into the exam room and looked at Ben. “What? How did this happen? Ben, are you okay?” She asked, concerned. Ben frowned at her. “You would've been here sooner if you answered your phone. Uncle Owen was calling you. I was watching him through the window.” Ben snapped. “I was in surgery. I couldn't answer my phone.” She defended. “Amelia, you shouldn't be in here.” Alex spoke up. “I'm not related to the patient.” Amelia snapped. “You are emotionally attached to him and he lives with you. Please step out.” Alex instructed. Amelia crossed her arms over her chest and walked out with a frown. “What was that all about?” Jo wondered. Alex just shook his head and scooted the chair closer to Ben and took a seat. “Ben?” He said and the boy looked up. “You didn't fall off that jungle gym, did you?” He asked. Ben hesitated but slowly shook his head. “I jumped, on purpose.” He spoke quietly. Alex nodded, placing a hand on his knee as he winced when Jo placed on more plaster. “Trouble at home?” Alex assumed. Ben nodded slowly. “Amelia's been working a lot more in the past week. She keeps leaving super early and coming home really late.” He says. Alex nodded, understanding fully. “So you did this to get her attention?” He asked. Ben nodded. “How'd you know?” “I've been in a few foster homes growing up. I know what it's like when people ignore you. It's tough but that's how life is. You can't go trying to break yourself every time something doesn't go your way. My little sister once threw herself down a flight of stairs when she was six, right after we were placed into our first foster home. I was the one to bring her to the hospital and after that, we got removed from that home on the count of child neglect and endangerment. They were good people, but she made them look bad by doing that to herself. So don't go jumping off jungle gyms. I don't want to see you in here again.” He warned in a playful tone. Ben nodded. “And tell Shepherd and Hunt how you feel. It doesn't do any good keeping it bottled up. I'll send them back in to sign your release papers. Cast is on for six weeks.” He informed. ••• Amelia walked back into the exam room, looking at bed. She opened her mouth to speak but Ben beat her to it. “You come home late.” He started. “You leave early and you come home late.” She nodded, guilt written all over her face. “And every night you poke your head into my room and whisper goodnight. I pretend I'm sleeping but I stay up just to hear you come home, because I'm afraid if I don't stay up late, you won't come home.” He cried. “And before this all started, I got up in the morning to get some water and heard you crying in the bathroom. It was last week, and Uncle Owen had already left for work. I just went back to bed. I didn't want you to know I was awake.” “I'm sorry you heard that.” Amelia apologized, knowing exactly what she was crying about. “You promised.” He said quietly. She looked up and met his hurt filled eyes. “You promised you wouldn't leave.” He said with a sob. She took a step closer to where he was sitting. “Ben, I'm sorry. I won't. I won't do it again.” She promised. “I don't believe you.” He shouted. “Uncle Owen doesn't know where you go or when you'll be home. He gets worried. You're hurting him!” He shouted. “If you're just going to leave, then do it. Take all your crap and leave.” Ben told her. Amelia looked at the boy, tears filling her eyes as she realized just what she was doing. She was hurting him. Unintentionally hurting him and this was his armor to protect himself. He didn't want to get hurt again from someone else he loved that was leaving. She sniffled back tears and wrapped the crying boy in a hug. “I'm sorry Benjamin.” She said quietly. “Come home.” He sobbed into her shoulder. ••• Owen had picked both boys up at the hospital daycare that night, driving them home and ordered a pizza to be delivered. He sat down at the tablet with three plates, placing a slice of pizza on each and putting two plates in front of the boys. Ben had adjusted a bit throughout the day with having use of only his right arm. “After dinner it's bath then bed.” Owen told. “It's a school night.” Both boys nodded, even though only Ben was in school, Ollie still had to be up for daycare. ••• Amelia turned off her lights and pulled into the dark driveway, putting her car into park and shutting off the engine, but leaving the light above her head on. She grabbed her purse from the passenger seat and unzipped the inside pocket, pulling out its contents. She swallowed the lump in her throat before putting it back and getting out of her car, walking up the steps of the deck and unlocking the door. Three pairs of blue eyes stared at her as she walked in the house. “Yo’ home buhfo’ bed!” Ollie shouted with a mouthful of pizza in his mouth. “Ollie, don't talk with your mouth full.” She reprimanded. Owen followed her with his eyes as she walked to the kitchen to grab a plate and a slice of pizza, cringing at the toppings. She sat down at the table next to Ben and he gave her a smile before standing up. Amelia was surprised when his arms wrapped around her in a hug. “Thank you for coming home.” He said quietly. Owen still watched as she barely picked at her pizza. Ben had gotten up to get another slice and Ollie was playing with his cut up pieces. “It's Hawaiian. You like Hawaiian.” Owen spoke finally. She looked up at him and nodded. “Yeah, just not right now.” She said quietly. “Why are you pulling away?” He finally asked. Amelia swallowed another lump in her throat and sighed. “I took a pregnancy test last week. I'm pregnant.” --- Now, it's yalls turn. If you want more, you gotta request things for this universe. Right now, where this ended, she was pregnant with Everett. But remember she had Joey after him and then got pregnant again. So, don't forget to read those omeliaweek family week fics! And request more! I have a few ideas which didn't get written into here and I'll write also. But I want you all to be involved. What would you like to see?