Interrupted

Interrupted

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summary: Nesta and Gwyn don’t realise that they’re interrupting something when they go to help out in Emerie’s shop

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My addition for @sjmromanceweek 2023 day 7 free day. I wanted to write about a couple I haven’t written much for before, but also to write about platonic love and the Valkyries’ chosen sisterhood as a kind of valentines too. Galentines ftw :)

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"Em?" Nesta called out, setting a fresh set of spices and hot chocolate powder on the countertop of Emerie's small Windhaven shop. She knew her friend would never outright ask for them - Nesta had taken up the habit of snooping in Emerie's cupboards whenever she came to help out in the shop to check when she needed more. She told herself that it hardly counted as snooping when Emerie would never ask for herself, but she couldn't deny that she may have been nosing a little more often after she had started noticing things here and there - a second wine glass out, someone else's jacket hanging on the door…Nesta knew that Emerie would tell her and Gwyn everything in time, knew that she would just have to be patient for whenever Emerie decided that it was time to fill them in, but Nesta was not known for her patience.

Gwyn set down a romance she had promised Emerie beside the spices, looking around the shop with her wide, teal eyes. She still rarely strayed from the library, and even then it was only ever usually to the safety of Velaris streets. Like the first time she had been here, the priestess looked mildly like she might vomit out of panic, but she smiled at Nesta's reassuring glance. She could hardly blame her for her nervousness - the last time all three of them had been staying at Emerie's together, they had all been kidnapped and taken into the blood rite. Thankfully Rhysand had heavily warded and protected the shop since then.

Even so, Emerie should be up by now. She was almost never late opening the shop, and even though it wasn't set to open for another half hour or so she was usually already pottering around whenever Nesta came in to help out for the day.

It was hardly like she needed the help, to be fair, but they both enjoyed the company and Cassian was more than willing to drop her off on his way to working in the Illyrian camps. Scaring off any asshole customers that were hassling Emerie with her supposed 'witch powers' came as an added bonus.

"Emerie! I know you can hear me, I brought that fancy hot chocolate!" Nesta called again, huffing to herself as she crossed her arms. Gwyn's worried glance had her shaking her head once more. "She must have overslept. Come on" she reassured quickly, stepping behind the till to the small staircase. Emerie's rooms sat above the shop.

Nesta paused halfway up the stairs, Gwyn frozen behind her as Emerie's door slammed loudly behind her. The Illyrian surveyed her friends with wide, surprised eyes. Her dark hair was in an unruly tangle, her shirt only half-buttoned, and if Nesta looked closely enough…yes, her pants were on inside out too.

"Rough night?" Nesta asked with a wicked grin, cocking one eyebrow as Gwyn rose on her tiptoes to peer over her shoulder at their friend. Nesta felt Gwyn's chest shake with barely contained giggles as Emerie blushed, rolling her eyes at the pair of them.

"I was just getting ready, thank you for coming to help with the shop, I'll be down in ten minutes or so? Just let me-"

"Babe, do we have any-" Mor cut herself off as she stepped out of the bedroom seeing the two Valkyries staring in disbelief at the pair of them. She was still in her characteristic scarlet, but this time as a barely-there nightgown scandalous enough that it instantly had Gwyn's pale cheeks flaming. Her lips still held the faint smudges of her lipstick, the same colour barely visible on Emerie too. The four of them stood there for a moment, Gwyn and Nesta meeting the Morrigan's carefully tailored unfased stare as Emerie clearly silently begged for the ground to swallow her up then and there.

"Didn't realise that we were interrupting. We'll be downstairs while you put some clothes on!" Nesta said fair too chipperly as she turned on her heels, shooing Gwyn down the stairs as the redhead teasingly waved goodbye to Mor and Emerie.

It was a few minutes before Emerie reappeared downstairs, Mor presumably having winnowed off to attend to her duties as third in command of the Night Court. Emerie's stare practically dared either of her chosen sisters to say anything.

Nesta and Gwyn took one look at each other before immediately bursting into raucous laughter. Emerie huffed, sitting beside them and stealing a spare mug of hot chocolate, hiding her own smile in the marshmallows.

It was Gwyn, stealing breaths between giggles, who finally managed to say "No wonder you've been so happy at training recently!"

Emerie couldn't hold back her own laughter any longer at that comment, grinning to herself as she shook her head.

"Go on, Em. Tell us everything" Nesta murmred, the three Valkyries leaning in closer to discuss the new gossip over the hot chocolate.

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Amren❤️🩸

hi i’m new here :) i’m all onboard for pro-IC and all of that, but how do u feel about all the discourse rn basically calling Mor a liar and siding with Eris bc personally eris vanserra fics make me wish i couldn’t read

First of all, I totally get that people are curious about Eris. I, myself, am a curious little bird who wants to take a peek into big boy Vanserras mind. What is SJM planning? I also want to get all the names of his dogs

BUT saying Mor is a liar is the stupidest fucking thing in this goddamn fandom. We literally got Mors POV and people still say she is lying? NOT KNOWING THE FULL STORY ≠ LYING

There definitely is more to the story of what happened, and I'm curious what it is but Mor DID NOT lie

You can be curious about and stan a character without dragging a victim. Twist it as much as you want, Mor is the victim in this scenario. It's canon. There's more to the story. That's canon. The rest is purely speculation