Amateur writer, olympic doom-scroller
Currently sometimes writes for One Piece, RDR2, Cyberpunk, BG3, and now Starfield!
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Sam Coe X GN Captain (spoiler for a random interaction in space)
Budding relationship (short sentimental snippet)
āIs it true captains have someone in every port? You know a special someone. For lāamor. Or s-,ā
āYou donāt have to answer that!ā
āOh, I think the captain absolutely has to answer this question.ā Sam chimed in. The grin was evident in his voice, making the captain flush. āThis is going to be good.ā Apparently heād also been listening to the previous questions where theyād given the most noncommittal answers possible to what could only be described as the most bullshit romanticized versions of space travel ever asked. Captain mentally face-palmed, horrified at who else might be on comms right now, too.
Suddenly desperate to stop before anyone could dig further, a quick āItās been nice to meet you all!ā was sent out.
The tour guide for the Faraday Budget Tours hurried to cut off intercoms and send over some credits. Captain was just as glad to never see the Tour ship again. In fact, she had the idea to start keeping the grav drive powered on just enough that they could jump within two seconds if she ever saw them again. Hell, maybe a new reactor so she could designate enough to jump in a second flat.
āWhoās driving next?ā It was close enough to shift changeā¦and honestly whatever was left (even if it had been hours) would have been covered, no matter who had been in the pilots seat as long if theyād put up with that. Even Vasco. Actually Vasco might have handled all that the best. Maybe he should be put on comms screening in this sector of spaceā¦
When Barrett accepted his position in the pilots seat (his chuckling earning him a glare), the Captain checked in with everyone still awake before heading to the newly installed Captains quarters. It was still new, and still being unpacked and made into a simple home, but it had been obviously needed.
At first even Sam had thought it wouldnāt be a big deal to squeeze into the same bunk some nights, but the reality had quickly set in between Samās abundant body heat, one or both rolling off the side at the slightest direction changes, even the feeling of others being too close for the new couple to really have any kind of intimate moment.
Now Sam was sitting on the edge of the full-sized bed, leaning back on wide arms with an all-too-pleased look on his face.
āSo, Captain,ā he drawled. āShould we have a talk about the many, many ports we end up in? Or maybe a special someone?ā He was leaning back on his arms, the picture of Freestar cockiness. It only got worse when he heard the exaggerated sigh and wry smirk that graced his captainās face.
āYou know perfectly well no one is waiting for me at any port, Coe.ā Not much had happened, but somehow the words sounded tired. āThe oneās who matter are usually on this ship with me. Oneās got her face in any book she can get her hands on. The other is looking damn good on my bed, right now.ā
Sometimes it was hard to really see any color change on his face. Heād done a good job of getting his beard high enough to hide anything, but now it was too easy. His cheeks had turned a ruddy red and he had to take a second to look all around the room before finally looking at the one before him again.
āHave I told you today just how lucky I am to have you? I know this just started, but damn does it feel like the best thing thatās happened to me in a long time.ā Heād said different versions of the same thing before. It seemed like after the confession in front of Solomon Coe, Sam had gotten the courage to say everything he seemed to have been piling up for who knows how long. He never seemed to lack anything encouraging, sweet, and almost sickeningly poetic anytime the Captain asked.
It still made his partner blush every time, and there was no hiding that from anyone, much to the rest of the crews delight. They had been trying to keep their budding relationship quiet, but it had become obvious lately that everyone knew.
āI can make something even better happen, if youāre up for a bit of action,ā the suggestion was met with an even more sheepish grin and a quick tug had them quickly joined together while sheets and clothes were flipped through the air in utter chaos.
I have wanted to write a certainFanfiction for years. Today I felt THE URGE. The complete soul-deep compulsion to open the WIP that is not only my oldest blank page with a title...also the one that I've typed out a page to and deleted the most times.
So now im a paragraph in after two hours and once again want to delete the whole thing.
Every time I do something good (work on a wip, finish a lesson, make the bed...exist when I dont want to) I tell my cat he's done a good job. Little guy may have to take a lot of naps in between, but he gets stuff done.
Viago, when playing as Rook De Riva: you IDIOT you were my favorite fledgling why did you have to make a mess of this now I have to jump through all these convoluted hoops to keep you safe. Teia stop telling Rook how much I missed them it's not funny they could have DIED. also your room is exactly the way you left it please come home
Strife, when playing as Rook Aldwir: Why hasn't this weird bug i kicked out of our camp ages ago died yet :|
Me: TODAY IS THE DAY!! It's the first scene of montage that will span the rest of my life that is filled with productivity, healthy emotional connections, laughter, and success!
Solas: WHAT'S YOUR TYPE
Rook: Anything, honestly, but nerds especially
Solas, desperately, as Rook bleeds out: YOUR BLOOD TYPE
Rook: Oh! B positiveā¦
Solas: I'm trying to but you're bleeding
A short drabble I've been wanting to expand the Teifling party scene. Mostly became an exercise in dialogue, but I needed the practice. I know it's been done a million times, but I had to contribute to the million and one.
SFW; no warnings, just Tav being a bit insecure/obtuse
gender neutral Tav/reader insert Tav
Also shamelessly asking for help as I've recently become unemployed (hence why I finally finished/posted this shameless indulgence); even cup of coffee to calm the demons.
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The party was beginning to wind down, and you were coincidentally coming to the end of your own nightly rounds around the camp. It was something youād been doing since day one of this adventure though tonight you had to admit was the first time youād truly enjoyed doing so. Most everyone was in high spirits, Halsin and Nettie had happily healed some injuries that had been bothering your party, and the tadpoles were mercifully quiet since a few nights ago.
All in all you could enjoy yourself, and were on your way to grab another bottle of whatever was left/drinkable (the selection at the beginning of the night was questionableā¦what was left might be poison when mixed for all you knew), when you passed by the resident light haired elfās tent and caught him scowling at the bottle in his hand.
āEnjoying the party?ā Your voice jolts him out of his stupor. For a moment his scowl remains, but then he pulls what may be the most serious face youāve seen on him.
āYou know, I never pictured myself as a hero. Never thought Iād be the one they toast for saving so many lives. And now that Iām hereā¦ā A dramatic swig and enhanced scowl follow. āI hate it. This is awful.ā
You and Astarion had not been seeing eye to eye since the day you found him on the beach. It wasnāt that heād pulled a knife on you! If anything you had laughed about it when, an hour later, heād mentioned that Galeās introduction was ānot the bestā. He had rolled his ruby eyes and snorted something about at least being memorable. And he hadnāt minded delving into an ancient ruin and fighting burglars and zombies, or at least heād been silent about it.
But the moment youād walked into the Emerald Grove something had shifted. He was snarky in front of Zevlor. He sneered at Wyll and the kids, especially when you saved or didnāt mind their thieving. Youād heard him scoff when Nettie made you swear to take Wyvern poison. You soon realized he seemed to have a problem anytime you helped anyone in anyway that didnāt promise immediate reward.
You had thought leaving him at camp would help, but then when you found the monster hunter, and then discovered his vampiric traightsā¦maybe you hadnāt reacted the best you could have, but you were already under a lot of pressure, and being chased by a vampire lord and offering your blood like a lamb to sacrifice had been just over the threshold of things you could handle calmly.
Youād still ended up letting him feed that night, but youād had mixed feelings about it. Especially when you woke the next morning still tired, slightly woozy, and had to face a several conversations with goblins while trying to ignore that you could literally feel how pale you were.
Since then youād mostly left him to his own devices, and the few conversations since were short and didnāt offer much to repairing what you assumed wasnāt a very good relationship.
āReally? Saving lives is awful?ā You could almost feel his approval drop lower if the deepening scowl on his face was any indication.
āWe killed some goblins to save some tieflings. The tally of lives didnāt change much. But what do I get for all my hard work? A pat on the head and vinegar for wine.ā With his signature scoff he turns his head, surveying the camp as though they should all apologize for his present irriation.
Feeling a little tipsy from the previous bottles you make the bold decision to grab the bottle in his hand and take a much longer swig than he had.
āSee what I mean? Awful!ā With only a moment of hesitation he took the bottle back and drained it himself. Once he was satisfied he cocked an brow in your direction. āAll I want is a little fun. Is that so much to ask?ā
Maybe it was the alcohol in your system. Maybe it was the genuine desire to bridge a gap youād felt growing with the vampire youād genuinely enjoyed fighting alongside. But you found yourself asking āAnd whatās your idea of a little fun?ā and almost instantly dreading it.
āBy the hellsā¦Sex, my dear.ā For a moment exasperation took over his face, before he seems to catch himself and plaster his usual smirk on his face. āA night of passionā¦ā
It wasnāt only the wine getting your face to flush as you surveyed the remaining companions around the camp with a shocked āAh!ā, remembering a night not long ago when Astarion had played a particularly gruesome āgameā of asking which of your companions you would feed off if you had the same appetite as him. You could barely remember your answer before scampering away, hoping he hadnāt heard and you hadnāt admitted to anything anyone else would hear of.
āSoā¦who have you decided on?ā You ask casually, hoping to get out of this conversation as quickly as you had the last, preferably without inviting any follow up. If you felt your heart skip a beat and land heavily in the bottom of your stomach, well, that was the wine.
Your companion was quiet for so long that you finally had no choice but to turn to face him with some dread and curiosity. You were met with furrowed brows, wide ruby eyes, and an even wider jaw.
For a dreadful moment you both stared at each other in silence, until some thought flashed over Astarionās face faster than you could recognize what it was.
āI recall telling you before you have more charm than you think. You, apparently, did not believe me then.ā He stepped closer till he was almost whispering, but you could hear every word like a hammer in your head. āSo let me assure you now. Youāve only gotten stronger since that starry night, and your charms have increased alongside that strength. Iāve decidedā¦on you.ā
There was a something in those ruby eyes that twinkled like a small candle peeking through a dark night; a certainty settled in you that he meant those words now, even though youād been unsure on the night he referred to.
His arm moved up slowly, giving you plenty of time to stop him, to one side of your face, brushing a hair back where it had fallen. Your eyes were locked on his, finding this serious side to be much more enrapturing than his usual snarky self, even if that side of him left you flustered sometimes too.
āLetās wait till things quieten down. Once the others are asleep, weāll find each other.ā For a moment you could feel his breath on your face, his fingers brushing your jaw so gently, yet you felt it like a warm tingle that sent a haze over every thought. It should have been sending off warning bells, but you only realized the danger when you caught a moan just before it could escape.
You caught a quick flash of some emotion you hadnāt seen on him before he became his usual smug self again. If you didnāt know better youād almost call it guilt, but you were too hazed to give it anything but a passing thought.
āTill later, Darling. Donāt let anyone else carry you off. For tonight, youāre all mine,ā were Astarionās parting words as he turned and stepped into the shadows with barely another glance over his shoulder and a small wave.
Like you could think of anyone else when your legs were jelly, heart was pounding like youād fought the goblins again, and there was a ringing in your ears like youād once heard when you were being sucked dry of blood. The party noises started crowding for your attention again and you shook your head trying to recover before anyone could notice their āleaderā standing in the middle of camp with a mind far away in the clouds.
āIāve decided on you,ā such simple words, no doubt they didnāt mean anything and heād used them thousands of times. As heād implied before he was no stranger to picking up conquests among Baldurās Gates elites. That knowledge didnāt stop your stomach from flipping and cheeks from burning. It seemed impossible that after everything, even Astarion seeming to pull away from the group lately, that he would want youā¦but thatās what he said, and he hadnāt proved to be an outright liar in the time youād known him.
You decided on one more lap around the camp, noticing with another jump in your heart that people were starting to disappear into their tents, or back to the teifling camp. You tried to focus on their cheerful good nights, even offering half-hearted help getting a few of the more tipsy safely back, but were guiltily happy when the help was declined with small jokes and friendly waves.
As the last of your guests disappeared into the trees you noticed yourself peering around the camp, checking that everyone there was turning in as well. If you happened to peek at one particular tent with a mirror outside, it was just to see if he had settled in for the night for safety reasons. There were still hunters after that one, after all. No other reason.
Yet you didnāt stop your feet from wandering further and further outside the camp, the opposite way the others had gone. And when you passed Shadowheart and she tipped her mug at you, then towards a particular patch of forest just far enough from camp to be peaceful, but close enough you were sure it was still safe, you knew already that she had no doubts what you needed that patch of trees for.
And for once, you had no doubt that you would find someone waiting for you there with moon white hair, blood red eyes, and a grin that could slice your heart.
I just pulled an all nighter bc my brain would not stfu. Thought I would be tired today and completely useless, but still have to put on my smiley mask and somehow not end up in prison.
For some reason, at 6am, my body started doing the thing I've been putting off for two weeks now. I got it done in an hour and a half...I don't think I made a conscious decision to do it!?
I write this so everyone knows, if I dissappear today it's bc the exhaustion induced miracle drug couldn't handle productivity AND customer-service grade enthusiasm.
Hear me out, Dorian hosting a victory ball in Tevinter and poor Rook being used as very pretty bait to draw out the last of the Venatori in the Magisterium. Meanwhile Lucanis plays hidden assassin/guardian angel in the rafters employed to clean house of said Venatoriā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦..
I wonder how Lucanis felt the first time he fed the team. It was only Rook, Harding, Neve and Bellara at the time...he had to track them down since they were so used to Bellara being the one who cooked, and she hadn't said anything about dinner plans. Even if they smelled food from the kitchen, at that point they were all only really cooking their almost-non-edible dishes for just themselves.
But they were in awe at the spread waiting for them on the dinner table, and Lucanis watched for any hint of suspicion that any good crow would show at such blatant hospitality, ready to assure them by taking the first bite. Instead they dug in like rescued shipwreck survivors. Not a one pulled out a poison test kit! Even Harding, who seemed the most hesitant bc of his predicament, dug in and kept digging. (Dwarf joke not intended)
The whole team were all smiles and Lucanis couldn't remember the last time he'd made 1 person smile, let alone 4! And they might not trust his deal with Spite...but they trusted HIM enough to not even think he might be trying to kill them, and that's a trust he barely had in his own house before. He didn't even think anyone would eat...he just wanted to try bc they had saved him, and this was the only thing he could think that they needed.
Yes, Bellara helped him sometimes, but from that first meal he was more than happy to become the head chef for the team.
I wonder how Lucanis felt the first time he fed the team. It was only Rook, Harding, Neve and Bellara at the time...he had to track them down since they were so used to Bellara being the one who cooked, and she hadn't said anything about dinner plans. Even if they smelled food from the kitchen, at that point they were all only really cooking their almost-non-edible dishes for just themselves.
But they were in awe at the spread waiting for them on the dinner table, and Lucanis watched for any hint of suspicion that any good crow would show at such blatant hospitality, ready to assure them by taking the first bite. Instead they dug in like rescued shipwreck survivors. Not a one pulled out a poison test kit! Even Harding, who seemed the most hesitant bc of his predicament, dug in and kept digging. (Dwarf joke not intended)
The whole team were all smiles and Lucanis couldn't remember the last time he'd made 1 person smile, let alone 4! And they might not trust his deal with Spite...but they trusted HIM enough to not even think he might be trying to kill them, and that's a trust he barely had in his own house before. He didn't even think anyone would eat...he just wanted to try bc they had saved him, and this was the only thing he could think that they needed.
Yes, Bellara helped him sometimes, but from that first meal he was more than happy to become the head chef for the team.
Can you imagine the pressure Davrin is under if Lucanis is dating an elf Rook?
He has one shotājust one shotāto pull off the perfect āTrust me, broā prank with bogus bullshit about elves.
He probably lies awake at night trying to craft the perfect lie. Lucanis isnāt an idiot. Itās got to be believable and not easily disproven. It has to be something personal so he wonāt ask Rook or Bellara about it. And heās got to time it for maximum hilarity.
The others notice heās distracted and ask if heās okay. He nods solemnly and says he just has a lot on his mind. The others understand. Risen gods, blighted dragons, responsibility for the last of the griffinsā¦ theyāre all overwhelmed.
Meanwhile this man is thinking, āI am going to get that Antivan motherfucker if itās the last thing I do.ā
People would say he needed to get a hobby. He had a hobby. This was just for fun. And the man deserved it. Joked about adding poison to his food one too many times, little Antivan Bastard. Emphasis on the little. He may not have been much taller than him, but he was feeling particularly petty so you know what? Fuck it.
āHey, Lucanis.ā
The assassinās eyebrows perked up as he was chopping vegetables for their dinner, and greeted the warden with a friendly nod, āDavrin.ā
He looked around to make it obvious that he wanted to speak to him alone and Lucanis was perceptive enough to pick up on the signs, placing his knife down on the table and focusing his attention to the elf in front of him.
āLook man, I know this is gonna sound weird- especially from me. But likeā¦ have you and Rookā¦ you knowā¦ā
āWhat?ā
āYou knowā¦ā he said pointedly, one eyebrow quirking and flashed him a smile just dripping with context.
āIā¦ that isnāt appropriate to talk about, Davrin-ā he replied, expressionless- which just proved he was hiding his reaction on purpose.
Gotcha bitch.
āListen, I donāt want details. Iām not asking for that. Rook is like my sister. Iām just saying thatā¦ when you do. Donāt be surprised if she asks you to lie on the ground and walk on you.ā
Lucanis blinked.
āSo sorry. Would you care to repeat that?ā
Oh, I have you now, you little winged shit.
āItās a weird, old elven thing alright. When we have sex with people we really care about, we walk on each other, barefoot like we always do. Itās a way to show that weāre connecting with them on a physical and spiritual level and weāre not scared of the weight of our bond to each other.ā
Large brown eyes widened further and his mouth fell open at the wardenās explanation, the little cogs in his head turning as if he had just revealed all the worldās secrets to him in one go.
āDoesā¦ does that mean, Iā¦ I will also have to?-ā
āYes. You will also have to walk on her. She may not ask you to return the favour, not being an elf but if you ask her, sheās going be to so surprised that you knew our traditions that youāll probably get lucky twice over.ā
He nodded and brushed his beard thoughtfully, leaning back into the dining chair. āAnd this will be.. forā¦ every time we do this?ā
āEvery time. Itās even hotter if youāre out in nature and just get right into it out there. Something about it manā¦ā he made sure to fade off and look dreamily into the distance as if he were remembering a particularly great memory. Actuallyā¦ he was recalling a great time he had with another warden out in Weisshauptā¦
Lucanis kissed his teeth and set his jaw resolutely. Nodding to the side as if he were listening to the demon saying something, whispering responses under his breath like, āI wouldnāt do it to hurt herā, āyes of course she can dance on him if she wanted but no, he was not askingā and āno you will not ask Rook to walk on you in heelsā.
Fuck, Spite. Chill.
āThank you, Davrin. For giving me insight intoā¦ such personal and cultural matters. I truly appreciate it.ā
āNo worries, you got any questions, come to me. Bellara would probably turn red at the mention of it orā¦ sheād want to know exactly what youāve done. In graphic detail. For inspiration.ā
A bark of laughter escaped the bearded assassinās mouth. āYouāre speaking from experience?ā
āUnfortunately. Anyway, Iāll leave you to it. Happy uhā¦ travels, I guess.ā
He knew he was going to be murdered in his sleep. But it would be worth it to know that it was because Lucanis had asked Rook to step on him just before they had sex.
What if Lucanis accidentally mentions 'walking on each other' in front of Rook without any context, and she immediately agrees that's a thing because she's panicking and doesn't even actually know if it is.
So after her awkward conversation with Lucanis, she runs off to Bellara who also doesn't know, and they circle back to Davrin who somehow has to keep a straight face as they interrogate him with questions like "Is this a regional practice done by clan?! How is it done?!"
Bellara: Iāve asked the Nadas Dirthalen and it says it has no such information but- maybe Iām not asking it right. So, any more information I could get on it would be great ā¦ so, do you and Strife do it too?
Emmrich: Iā¦ no. I cannot say that we have. Iām quite baffled that heās not brought this up to me, do you think he does not care for me as I do for him? Oh dear.
Bellara: No, no. Irelin never brought it up with me either- perhaps it really is clan specific. Maybe we can go to Eldrin and confirm if -
Davrin: N-No! Itās fine. I will tell you everything you need to know.
Emmrich: I have half a mind to march right into Arlathan and give Strife a piece of my mind! Heās lucky if I donāt walk over him with my boots on, at this rate! I trekked for three hours in slime and dirt for him. And he doesnāt want to walk on me? The nerve.
Davrin: No, Iām sure itās not like that. Iām sure he cares for you very deeply.
Bellara: Itās fine. Rook has said sheāll be asking Solas next time she speaks to him. See where the whole thing started and-
Davrin: š š š butā¦ weāre not gonna trust the eleven god of lies and trickery are we? Hahaā¦. Right?
Davrin is worried that Antoine will be the one to finally put a stop to the chaos he's started, but the polite elf only blushes and suddenly can't look at Evka.
"That's interesting" he thinks, but ultimately decides not to pursue it bc there are some things you just don't want to know about your boss.
Rook, however, is now determined to get to the bottom of it.
"Well, yeah, have you SEEN how sad he can look? He walks all over me!" Evka says with a chuckle. (Emmrich is now muttering about custom boots).
"Mon amour, that was once because I didn't have the strength to get that knot out of your back." Antoine finally mumbles, still not looking at anyone.
"OH, so it's also practical for health reasons? Wow, so many layers!" Bellara is scribbling in her notepad.
Oh my GOODNESS, yāall!! Sathynae is back at it again and gave me more absolutely gorgeous fanart, this time of Viago and my Rook, Belladonna, in one of my favorite scenes from my fic Recordare, their encounter on top of the Chantry. Iām so absolutely blown away by their beautiful work, and I am so, so incredibly grateful.
you can check out the original upload and more of their incredible work on their DeviantArt - and if youād like to see more of Vi and Belladonna, please consider giving my fic a try!
psst- the scene depicted here is in Chapter 9 š
napping is easy because your brain is connecting to the Sleep Server at low traffic hours for your region.
when everyone is trying to get on the Sleep Server during high traffic hours, night in your region, the lag is at its worst and many people canāt even connect to the server at all thatās why falling asleep at night is hard thank you for coming to my ted talk
I'm replaying Cyberpunk again after years of not paying attention to it and...yall...this is Lucanis, but cyber'd out!! The parallels are AMAZING!! Johnny is programmed to take over...Spite was summoned to take over. The host doesn't want to give up their autonomy to the new thing living in them. Johnny and Spite have to learn about the new world they now live in THROUGH their hosts. And it's up to them to make the choice to bargain with the host vs just take over. (And Johny is pretty Spiteful from the jump). I'm crying and gaming and I love it...and hate it bc I'm sobbing.
In honour of me gobbling up @morrriiganās Love Letters fic! I am HIGHLY entertained by the thought of Rook and Lucanis discovering thereās romance fiction written about THEM
They both KNOW it was Bellara (printed under a whole new alias than what she usually uses to try to hide it), but it's adorable that she'll deny it completely.
...Until Lucanis let's it slip that it's his new favorite bedtime story.
