So, here’s the fanmix that accompanies the fic I posted last night (stupidly early this morning): Love is the Real Disease [Cullen/f!Amell] for Sholvakree.  Full of angst.

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Tracklisting:

1. Can’t Help Falling in Love - Ingrid Michaelson
2. Don’t Let Me Fall - Lenka
3. Never Let me Go - Florence + the Machine
4. Into the Night - Tarran the Tailor
5. A Drowning - How to Destroy Angels
6. After the Storm - Mumford & Sons
7. Through Hell - We Are the Fallen
8. Some Will Rise - Dead Heart Bloom
9. Broken Pieces - Apocalyptica
10. Flaws - Bastille
11. Final Conversation - The Butterfly Effect
12. Give Me One Reason - Tyrone Wells
13. You Are Not Alone - Mavis Staples

HAPPY (angsty) VALENTINE’S DAY! <3 <3 <3 <3

sholvakree:

Dragon Age Fandom HOLIDAY CHEER: Fic: Love is the Real Disease [Solana Amell/Cullen | PG] for Sholvakree

cherith:

Love is the Real Disease
A valentine’s day gift for Sholvakree [Cullen/Solana Amell]

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“I knew an Amell once. She was a special woman. Never met her like again.”

“Solana, stop.” Cullen bends to put his hands on his knees so he can catch his breath. “Just. Hold. On.” He…

MMMMM DELICIOUS ANGST. Thank you very much! :D

I was late(/early?) when I put this up and I didn’t really think to put a warning on it about all the angst, but you said that was okay, so I kind of ran with it.  I’m really glad you liked it.  :DDD

Love is the Real Disease
A valentine’s day gift for Sholvakree [Cullen/Solana Amell]

——

“I knew an Amell once.  She was a special woman. Never met her like again.”

“Solana, stop.”  Cullen bends to put his hands on his knees so he can catch his breath.  “Just.  Hold.  On.”  He looks up at her with a grin, watches as she steps back towards him with smile as wide as his.  His chest tightens and it’s not just that he’s winded, he’s fallen.

She bends down and reaches a hand out for one of his, slender fingers with tiny cuts from turning too many pages, wrap over his.  “Have you had enough then?”  

He nods and gulps down air before lifting himself back up, his back aches and he knows it shouldn’t, but it just doesn’t feel right without his armor.  There’s a lightness in his shoulders that means moving is more free, and still strange and uncomfortable and twin slivers of pain slide down his arms.  He slides his hand so that he can lace his fingers with hers.  He pulls her close, his other hand finding its way to her jaw, rough fingertips over soft skin.  Solana lets out a soft gasp as he leans in, her other hand against his chest where he knows she must feel the racing beat of his heart.  With an exhale of the breath he’s been recovering, he kisses her.  

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