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That had been the scariest thing you have ever witnessed. Azog and his goddamn warg were nothing against the giant bear trying to break down the front door. How in the world could Gandalf bring them to this place?
You looked around. There was nothing spectacular. Some cows stared back, busy chewing on their hay. The company seemed to calm down as well. The scratching and gnawing from the door had also stopped.
“Are you all right?” you almost jumped to the ceiling at the deep voice right behind you.
Slowly you turn around. Dwalin was standing behind you. Only a few inches away. If you would lean in a bit and stand on your toes you would have been able to kiss him.
“Yeah, I am fine. Thank you for your concern.” You swallow down the damn thought.
Warnings: Sort of spoilers up to season 12. Disapprovement/Disappointment from a friend
Rating: M (lemon-ish it gets a tad steamy but fades to black before any true lemons)
Summary: Dean stops you from going on a hunt. Crowley drops in for a visit.
There was a vamp nest not too far from here, and you had planned on going with the Winchesters on the hunt but they were having none of it. Or rather one particular Winchester wasn’t. The shorter of the two.
“Dean come on.”
“I said no, and that’s final.”
You look to Sam hoping he’d have your back on this, but he just looked away. You sighed throwing your hands in the air, “Fine, go without me then.” Then you began walking towards your room in the Bunker.
“That’s fine with me, because we aren’t having your death on our hands.”
That stopped you short of leaving the main room, turning to Dean. “Excuse me? Don’t you think it should be my choice whether I put my life on the line?”
“Not when you put others in danger at the same time.”
Your jaw clenches as you try to calm yourself.
“Dean.”
“Sam.”
With a roll of your eyes, though you were secretly glad that Sam felt that comment wasn’t fair. You left the room eventually and finally reached your room.
Sat on your bed just staring at the wall in front of you. You were all in danger when hunting, and each of you had put someone else in danger, so why Dean was picking you out in particular you had no idea.
Not like he stopped a certain flyboy from helping even after what he had done. Your arms slump not liking your internal thoughts, you were friends with Castiel. But he did get special treatment when it came to Dean.
Heck pretty much everyone but you did. “Hello, love.”
You jumped, turned and leaned against the wall all the while drawing your angel blade, heart racing as you swore, “What the frickin’ hell, Crowley?” Then you looked around wondering how he got in, you had thought the brothers had re-warded the the place so he couldn’t get in. “How did you get in?”
“I’m Crowley, remember?”
That actually made you smile, improving your mood profusely. Somehow the current King of Hell managed that quite a lot. “Yeah, right. So what brings you here?”
“Well I had a little job for Moose and Squirrel, but they aren’t here.” You’re pretty sure he should have known that, but wave it off. “Seem a little bit down love.”
You tense, “Yeah well, you’d be a little bit down too if Dean had just told you that you’re a liability.” You wave your hand realising that Dean did think that of him. “Nevermind.” You think back on his comment, “What did you need help with?” Maybe you could help him, unless he didn’t want that either. "Don't you say," here you imitated his voice "They're good but I'm Crowley." With a raise of your eyebrow, "So why'd you need their help?"
"Didn't quite get it right love. You're good but I'm Crowley." As he said this he got closer, "And you caught me." He glanced at the angel dagger, placed his hand over it and looked surprised when you let him take it, placing it in the chest of drawers to the side.
You were watching him closely. Wondering just what it was that he was doing. Heart rate slowly increasing as you were vaguely aware of his hand back at your own. Finger over the pressure point.
Your eyes looked at his, "What are you doing?"
He smiled, "Nothing you don't want love." He leans in smirking a little when your heart rate spikes. But speaks truthfully when he says, "If you want me to stop, tell me." Was the king of hell asking for permission? To say that surprised you was an understatement. Was he still affected by human emotions or was you bringing them out in him?
His lips brush against your ears causing you to suck in a breath, finding yourself gasping out, "Don't stop." As your hand grabs the back of his neck and turn towards him so your lips smash together both burning for the other.
-- Fade to Black --
You shot up in bed, cursing yourself for the dream. That is until a warm hand stroking your lower back brings reality crashing down. It hadn't been a dream. You slept with Crowley. You feel like that should feel wrong but it doesn't.
The only thing wrong was that the others couldn't know. Dean already had issues, if he found out about this? Well you believed you'd be kicked out of the bunker. You turned to him, "How you doin'?"
You were concerned for him, but also worried whatever this was, wasn't something tangible. In which case had you really risked everything for a one time thing?
"Think I should be asking you that particular question, love." You turned away as he got dressed, thinking about it.
"Yes and no." You look at him again, "Why did you stay?" That rang alarm bells. For what you didn't know. You weren't used to this. One night stands or relationships.
"Why didn't I leave?"
You rolled your eyes and stood not bothered by the fact you were in your birthday suit. He Had seen you already after all. "Is this to one up one on Dean or piss him off?"
You see his shoulders sag for a moment, "No, love. But you make a valid point nonetheless. Squirrel won't react well to this."
"To what?"
He gestured between the two of you, "Us. Or whatever this is."
Us. He had said us. So you nod, "Right, well we'll figure it out." You pause looking away, "If you want this to continue that is."
He answers with a whisper to your ears, "Yes, love. I want this to continue."
Fandom: Stranger Things (spoilers for season 1 and 2)
Wordcount: 1,800
Warnings: flashback has descriptions of tense situations as well as killing a demodog. Ptsd. angst oneshot. age difference (reader is implied to be 28-34 so 14-8 years younger than Hopper)
Rating: M
Summary: Memories swim across your vision of the time you went with Bob down to the breaker room to turn the power back on as you see Joyce and Hopper hugging. You had saved Bob but nearly at the cost of your own life. The memories causing you to freeze in the car park as they hit you, Hopper noticing and making sure you were okay. In the moment, things are said.
You liked Hopper. Yes that Hopper. So after all the things that have been happening in Hawkins you decided to tell him. Maybe your timing wasn’t the best, considering what happened at Hawkins Labs, but you weren’t going to be quiet any longer. You had no idea how to tell him on any other day. It was likely the adrenaline pumping through your veins, or the idea you might lose him. Because deep down you didn’t think this was over. You didn’t think that thing would stop trying to get through.
Just as your nightmares wouldn’t stop. The very thing that caused you to wake up with adrenaline pumping through your veins. You had decided to try and go to sleep early, in hopes you’d get some sleep. Instead you found yourself heading towards the school where you believed he would be.
You were finally going to tell him. To hell with demogorgans and all that crap. It wasn’t just liking him, you were falling for him. You couldn’t rightly point out when it started, but you were falling for him. After what happened with Barb and nearly happened to Will, and what nearly came over to this side of the world, you weren’t going to take any chances.
You’d seen the other side, you had decided to be a responsible adult and help Jonathan Byers and Nancy Wheeler when they went after the demogorgan that first time. Because they were going to do it with or without you, and you’d feel better going with them. Which is what you did. You nearly getting trapped over there while making sure Nancy got out. It wasn’t the happiest memory. You were so close to getting caught by that monster.
So not only was what you were deciding on doing, because of the possibility of him dying if that thing ever tried again, but because you had brushed with death now more than once and didn’t plan on doing so again without admitting to Hopper you were falling for him.
You spotted him talking to Joyce. You were getting closer when he hugged her. You felt silly for the feelings running through you in that moment, she had nearly lost Bob. He was currently in the Hospital. So you did wonder why she was here and not there, but she needed a break too. She needed comforting.
She could have lost him and Will.
--- Flashback---
You were close behind Bob trying to make it to the others as you tried to escape Hawkins Lab, you had opted to go with him to the Breaker room, saying someone needed to watch his back. So you had. Agreeing with Bob’s plan for Hopper to get the others to safety and not wait for them. He had looked at you when he said that, asking for confirmation that it was okay. You had nodded. But you hadn’t seen the look Hopper got on his face, when you said you were going with Bob nor when you agreed that they shouldn’t wait for them.
With the guidance of Dr.Owens you had made it there and got the power back on. With his guidance you had avoided demodogs. That moment in that closet was nerve wracking and would haunt your dreams for a long time. That feeling that it was finally going to be that time. Thankfully it had moved away.
With it a sigh of relief, as you exited the closet Bob knocked over a broom. Thankfully you were quick on your toes and grabbed it before it could make a sound. With the continued guidance of Dr.Owens you avoided any other encounters.
Until the foyer. It had seemed you were both scott free. Until a demodog jumped at Bob. You had two options then, use the machete or the pistol. The latter would attract more of those things. So you swung at the thing, as it swung at Bob. Slicing through its skin as you tried to save Bob from the creature. A burning sensation filling your body, but you concentrate on trying to save Bob. Swinging your machete at the thing, making sure to not hit Bob.
Vaguely hearing the sound of screaming. Internally screaming yourself for them to be quiet. That they would attract more of them. Then someone began shooting, and you managed to get Bob free, as the demodog goes down.
Hopper helping you get him and Joyce out of the building just as four more demodogs break through the door you had both just come through not long before. The glass doors as you exited the building stopping them following you all.
Jonathan Byers coming to a halt in the car telling everyone to get in the car. Your hands were covered in blood as you all forced yourselves into the car, hands holding Bob’s wounds. “You’re not going to die on us now, Bob, you hear me?” Your voice was fierce but it was also breaking. After all that you couldn’t have him die. Couldn’t have Joyce lose someone.
But then the dizziness hit you, the sounds became muffled and the last thing you knew was someone shouting your name.
--- End of Flashback---
You were given the all clear as long as you were careful a few days ago. Bob wasn’t out of the woods yet. You were so caught up in your memories that you didn’t notice that both Joyce and Hopper were making their way towards you. Joyce saying something to Hopper, him nodding and her leaving.
It wasn’t until he placed a hand on your shoulder did you react, you grabbed his and made to flip him like you were taught in self defence. But his voice stopped you seconds before you did it. “It’s me. Hopper.”
You looked at him for a moment, his face not registering at first, but when it did you tilted your head, “Hopper?”
He took both of your hands into his, “Yes.”
Your face burns with guilt at what you almost did. “I’m so sorry. I saw Joyce and thought of Bob then…” your mind went back there.
You had never expected Hopper to hug you, but as he did this was the second one you had received from the man. The first being when you woke up in Hospital. When everyone had been hugging you.
Both times were similar, but this was different. As if the lack of anyone around was incentive to let go and hug you exactly as he wanted to. Then you remember why you had come here. “He’s going to be okay, you are okay.” He tensed after saying that, “Just promise me something?”
“What?”
“Don’t ever do that again.” He was deadly serious as he leant away from the hug and looked you in the eyes. “I mean it. The both of you nearly died.”
“We all nearly died, Hopper.”
“Yes, I’m aware. Your point?” You were both getting a bit on edge, now slightly away from each other as the hug abruptly ends.
“My point, Jim is that none of us can promise that we won’t ever do that again.”
“It’s over.”
Your laugh was bitter, “You believe that as much as a pig can fly.”
“I need to believe it, for her.” Eleven.
That poor girl had been through too much. “I know, but I can’t. My nightmares are haunting me outside my dreams now Hopper.”
“They’ll lessen over time.” You could tell he wasn’t sure about his answer but the fact he was trying to comfort you sort of worked. You knew the likeliness of that happening anything soon would be little. But maybe if you had hope like he did, they would.
You were now pacing, thoughts all muddled up. You had initially come here in hopes of confessing your feelings but the memories had ruined all chances of that. Then he stopped your pacing by placing a hand on each of your arms. “You’re going to be okay.”
“When? Because right now I can’t even live in my house. Every shadow making me think they are there.” Living on your own was not the best idea. Joyce had offered you her couch likely thinking the same thing, but you had denied saying you were fine.
Little did you know that she had been telling Hopper her concerns for you, having seen through that lie.
“Then you’ll come live with me and El.” You were shaking your head, “Why not?”
Because your feelings wouldn’t cope with that, because you liked him and seeing him everyday was going to be hell, especially if you found out he only liked your as a friend or worse a sympathy case.
“You like me?” Your face paled as you realised you must have spoke all that out loud. Eyes widening at that realisation.
A minute nod was all his answer, as you were essentially a deer in headlights at the moment. You had confessed, though definitely not how you had planned on confessing your feelings to the man. Though like was thankfully easier than having admitted you were falling for him.
“What feelings?” But he pressed on, eyes staring intensely into your own.
You fight not to look away from as you answer, “I like you, have for some time now.” Before he could react you continued, “Figured with the age gap, you know with me being born in the early 50’s. It felt like that would be an issue for you. Totally isn’t for me. But the idea you might not like made me hold back…” You were going to continue rambling when his lips brushed against yours, his moustache and beard hairs tickling your face.
Your eyes widened for a whole other reason as the kiss deepened. Only when you came up for air did he reply. “I thought the same thing.” Wait he thought he wasn’t alright with the age gap? Or…. ohhh he thought you wouldn’t be alright with it. He shook his head, “You’re still coming to live with me, even if we take this slow.”
“Okay.” You were in a daze, finally something was going right. “So glad El likes me, otherwise living with you would be super awkward. I mean its probably going to be super awkward anyway considering…” He interrupted you again with a kiss, “You going to do that everytime I ramble?”
“It’s cute.” The smile that lit up your face and the feelings blooming in your chest made you feel as if you could take on anything coming Hawkins way. But could you take losing him? Now that you had him? You really hoped things were quiet now. You’d shatter into a thousand pieces if you ever lost him. Especially now something was happening between the two of you. Time would tell. As it always does.
Fandom: BBC Merlin (based in season 1, vague mention of Morgana’s future)
Wordcount: 1,278
Warnings: small fight. threats
Rating: T
Summary: You are Merlin's cousin, also a magic user with a little twist. Except you're a little less of a risk taker unless the situation absolutely calls for it. The lady Morgana went out on a ride with Arthur and his men. When someone kidnaps Morgana you find that you would risk your neck for her.
Also used a quote I always found cute from Pirates of the Carribean.
You had only recently moved to Camelot, but the people there had been welcoming. In fact you felt at home already. Guinevere was one of the most welcoming, surprised when you offered to help her. Denying your help but grateful for the offer.
"You don't shy from work."
You shake your head, "No I do not. Nor do I complain like a certain cousin of mine." You send a wink knowing very well said cousin was in earshot.
"You'd complain too if you had to do some of the things Arthur makes me do."
And he fell for it. You turn to him, arms crossed over your chest. "Really, cousin? Do you not think that Guinevere does not get requests she'd rather not do?"
He pales a tad, "Well, yes but…"
You raise a hand stopping his sentence right there, "No buts Merlin. I do believe you get some odd jobs, but to complain in the presence of others who do similar and same jobs as you. Honestly, what would your mother say?"
He was about to react and while your words ran some truths he finally caught onto your game. Pointing a finger at you, "Haha very funny cousin." He then promptly left, muttering that he needed to tend to Arthur's armour.
"I don't think he got the hidden message, do you?" You turn to smile at Guinevere just to stop short mesmerised by the Lady behind her. The Lady Morgana.
"Are you teasing your cousin once more?" She had such a dazzling smile that it often took you a second or two to respond.
You bowed your head to her, the only formality she'd allow when not in front of other nobles. "Yes milady, but only because it is so easy. Easier than it use to be in fact." The fact being that Arthur wound him enough that it was much easier to tease him.
Neither of you seemed to notice when Guinevere ducked out, "How many times must I ask you to call me Morgana?"
It wasn't proper. Both of you knew that yet you nodded. You wasn't as much as a risk taker as Merlin. So calling the Kings ward by her name? Yeah that was a risk. A risk you wasn't willing to yet to take. She was a good friend but you were starting to care for her more than a friend.
"At least once more, milady, as always."
Her smile dropped and she left you standing there. “At least once more, Morgana.” It was only when she was away did you truly allow yourself to call her by her name. If you were on your own that is, there was no other with such a beautiful name as hers in Camelot. It would not take a fool to work out who you meant.
So the next few days you went around helping others as normal, making some money here and there. Somehow avoiding Morgana or maybe she was avoiding you, in which case you were avoiding each other.
You were sat on the steps when alarms started going off, with shouts. “The lady Morgana has been taken!”
Your whole soul reacted to the shout, your eyes flashing a vibrant gold. If Merlin was here, he’d be reprimanding you for showing your magic. But right now you didn’t care. All you cared about was getting Morgana home. So you dashed to your living quarters, grabbed the one thing she gave you and left Camelot.
Before running into her and her would be taker, you ran into Merlin. For which you was lucky, had you come a moment before. Arthur Pendragon would have spotted your eyes, and the teeth that were protruding from your mouth. “Cousin.” He hissed and hid you behind some trees, you could see the question of why in his eyes until he realised himself why.
“You’re going to get yourself killed.”
“For her I’d do anything, Merlin. Anything.” You stressed the last word, his eyes darting to the handkerchief in your pocket.
“You’re tracking her.” A statement not a question. He knew what you were. Had since the very beginning. See his magic came from his father’s line. Yours came from your fathers as well. You had natural earthly magic, but the main source of your power was your ability to partly or fully shift into a wolf. Which was much harder to control during the days before, during and after the full moon.
Morgana was your shield, the thought of her controlled those animal urges during the cycle of the full moon. So when word of her being taken reached you, it had not only driven your own protective instincts but the instincts of the animal within.
Your voice dropped to a growl, “When I find her, the one who took her should be very afraid.” Before Merlin could warn you not to draw attention to yourself you were off. Barely avoiding the patrol looking for Morgana in your own haste to find her.
Minutes turned into an hour, and you were just beginning to question your tracking skills when you heard her. “I demand you let me go this instant, the king will hear of this.”
“That’s what we’re planning, love. He’d pay a good deal for you I think.”
Both were startled when they heard an animalistic growl. “Go anywhere near her, and I will kill you with my bare hands.” You didn’t mean this, because that was rather gruesome but it was something that scared people. Rightly so. You were furious, wrathful but you had never killed and if you could avoid ever doing so you’d prefer it.
As the skies had grown darker, your eyes were easy to spot. And so the man who had taken Morgana jumped away but not without brandishing his sword. But in his moment of distraction the Lady Morgana caught him by surprise. With a swing of a rather thick branch the man fell to the floor. With a thud.
“Who are you?” Her voice was shaky, something you never wanted to hear. But mostly because that fear causing that shake was directed at you.
“I’m your protector milady, always will be.” You were about to leave just far enough away that you could hear her, as you heard what sounded like Merlin coming closer.
But her voice stopped you, “You’re…” Her pause made you wince. But her footsteps coming closer made you curious. “Turn around.” You did. You could never deny her anything when truly on your own. Except her name, that was most precious indeed. Her hands reached for your face, tracing the changes there. Then she gazed in your eyes, “You truly mean that, don’t you?”
“Aye.”
She smiled but then must have heard the others coming closer. Her eyes darted to you in worry, “You have to leave, you’ll get caught.”
Your eyes dart to the man behind her, “He’ll tell them, I’m already caught. May as well get caught protecting you.” It was your turn for your hands to raise to her face.
Her eyes widened ever so slightly, “I will say the man was delusional.”
Your answering smile was mesmerising, “I might just kiss you, milady… Morgana.”
“Then kiss me.”
And so before you left so no other could find out who you are, you tilted her head ever so slightly and brushed your lips against hers. Whispering in her ear, “Even if nothing comes of this, Morgana. I am forever yours.”
With those words you left, and with those words and your actions you left an impression on Morgana’s soul and maybe her future didn’t look so dark with you in it.
Fandom: DC Legends of Tomorrow with a hint of The Flash and Batman
Pairing: Heatwave (Mick Rory) x GN!Reader
Rating: T
Warnings: implied past torture. Spoilers for end of season 1. Alcohol. Excessive drinking
Wordcount: 1,170
Summary: You had been close friends with Bruce Wayne, and then you had become a prisoner of the Joker. The Bat as you now called him saved you, but you hadn’t wanted to stay in Gotham. So here you were serving drinks in a bar in Central City. Talking to a guy who you’d served a couple of times. The only name he gave you, Mick.
You were running so long that you thought you'd never reach your desired destination. You were running so long you didn't think you could care for someone like you cared for him. You were running so long you didn't you know if you could stop. But for him, you'd do anything. Even die if it meant he lived.
You were supposed to be a hero yet all you ever wanted to do was run. He didn’t even know that you knew who he was. To him you were just the person who remembered what drink he liked. To him you only knew him as Mick.
You had ran here from Gotham. The laugh following you everywhere you went. That laugh of a man who only wanted chaos. A shiver runs down your spine as you eye your suit in the room behind your closet.
You told yourself you'd live a normal life here. The Bat had even wished you luck in finding peace. Yet you had to work at a bar that he liked to visit.
You were supposed to be a hero, yet the man you served was anything but a hero. At least when you first met him. He flirted, you didn't. You were interested in him, yes. But you weren't ready yet.
The Joker had messed with your head. When didn't he? But as you got to leave that life mostly behind, the laughter began to die out.
Until someone made you laugh. Your laugh had changed. Bat told you that much. The fact you even called him the Bat showed how much the Joker influenced you. Before the Bat it had been Bruce. A very dear friend of yours.
"You ever crack a smile?"
You roll your eyes at the comment, trying not to react. He wanted a reaction. He just didn’t know what a comment like that would have gotten him before. But something was off about him. His usual companion wasn't with him either. Then you saw his eyes, and your breathing almost stopped. You knew that expression. You'd seen it in the mirror. In Gotham you'd lost more than a few people you cared for. Hell, you counted your past self among them.
You handed him a shot of whiskey. "I know you didn’t ask for this, but it's on the house." That was your way of showing your condolences. No other way without explaining a few things. No other way to do it in a more comfortable manner for the man.
The grateful but slightly stiff nod said he understood the meaning. For which you was grateful. Maybe one day he'd tell you what happened, just like maybe one day you'd wear the suit again.
It was gone pretty quickly. Getting some money out you put it in the till, and gave him the bottle. You’d seen him drink much more before. Sure you probably shouldn’t have given it to him but it was the same method you had used to grieve. If it helped numb the edge for today then so be it. If he came in again tomorrow you would try to make sure he didn’t drink too much. And the day after that and the day after that.
“Thanks.” You smiled at his gruff gratitude.
“No problem.” You then went on to serve some others, keeping an eye on Mick as you worked.
And he did. Come back that is. Not every day but most days. You grew concerned for the man, and kept to the promise you made yourself of not serving him too much.
The thing with Mick was, that he had this vibe. The one that in your previous life would have had you don your cape and stake him out. Now? It just made you curious what he was doing and why.
Then one day as you were heading home, you heard a scream. That life was behind you, but the instinct to protect was not. So without second thought you were running down the sidewalk not noticing someone had spotted your reaction and was following.
You know what they say about muscle memory? You wondered whether that included instinct. Because as you got down that alley your body went into full cape mode. Minus the cape. That thief stood no chance against you, as you twisted your body this way and that, before the shadows began to respond to you as the guy got a hit in, your eyes turning their instinctively black colour, your hair following soon after. Black veins creeping across your face as the shadows protected the victim and you went even more at the thief.
When he was on the ground knocked out there was another instinct. To keep going. But you squashed that down, that instinct was one the Joker instilled in you. There was a flash of light and then the very man you knew protected Central City was in front of you.
You waved a hand and the shadows were gone, the victim was shaking. But otherwise unharmed. The shadows probably didn’t help but you hoped they realised you had been protecting them.
With the very thing you had avoided using for quite some time now. You were always this way, you weren’t a meta. Though they’d probably still call you that.
The Bat…. Bruce had helped you get control of that side. The Joker had wanted to use it.
The Flash was trying to gauge the situation until, “They’re with me.”
That voice you definitely recognised, you spun to find Mick. Considering you believed he was up to no good, made you wonder if him saying that was good or not. A frown pulled at your face but as you were about to speak you were interrupted.
“You’re the Shadow.” Blinking at the fan like awed voice you now spun to the Flash.
“You know who I am?”
“Well, yes I mean you’re a hero in Gotham. And you know Batman.”
A roll of the eyes, it always ended up with that line. You know Batman. “Know the Joker too but you don’t see me bragging about that.”
He winced, “I’m sorry, I didn’t realise that was a bad topic.”
You shrug, “No one does.” You glance back at Mick, “You know him?” Thumb over your shoulder indicating who you meant.
“Yeah, busted me a few times.” You laugh but wince as you do, the laugh coming to an abrupt stop. You knew both of them were giving you looks because of that. “You’re special, and the team I’m on could do with your help.”
You look at him, “Team of…?” It was Flash’s turn to laugh. You glance at him with a smile before facing Mick again. “Sorry, its just you sometimes give good guy vibe, others bad guy and then sometimes I don’t know what.”
“A team of legends.”
“Yeah that still doesn’t answer my question.”
And that day was how you became a legend, and how you began working alongside Mick Rory. Heatwave.
Summary: You were always told to hide you are, to wear a hat to hide your horns. You understood why but hoped that the one person you cared for would accept you. On the eve of Battle you wonder if you'll ever see him again.
I know the line is used at the end, that is actually what I started with but then decided to write the before. As I just felt like it was a very Morrigan thing to say.
You were different, that much was clear from the get go. But you had learnt from those who raised you to hide your differences. So when the Grey Wardens recruited you, you felt like maybe that could be the start of letting people see you for you. Yet they still asked you to hide the things that defined who you were.
You might scare the locals or worse cause them to become hostile. That's what they always told you. You understood that, but you had to do it even in camp just in case you also had to hide that side of your life.
You should be proud of who you are, yet everyone made you feel otherwise. That was until he joined up. He would look at the oddly shaped hat, and wonder what made you like it so much. When in truth it was there to hide the things you use to love.
Then it happened, they appeared. The human of higher birth. The eyes you so adored looked elsewhere. No longer did your odd hat and odd personality hold his interest, or maybe it was just his nice personality wanting to help this newcomer. Or the simple fact he was ordered to guide them.
But you still couldn’t help but think that this pretty noble had caught his attention beyond that. So you watched sullenly as they got closer, as he laughed. Cursing the day you ever listened to anyone for telling you to hold back, telling you not to show who you really are. It was a miracle you never got caught by Templars and then you began to fall for an ex Templar.
And still they told you to hide, even though with being a Grey Warden they had no standing to take you in as an Apostate. Though the truth of the fact was that being a mage was not their main concern. The main concern had always been and always be what you hid under the hat.
And later the helm that hid the truth by showing the truth as part of the armours aesthetics.
You knew that not everyone liked your kind, or what they represented. You had seen how the elves were treated and still are treated. Whenever anyone saw the points of your ears they just assumed the hat was to try and hide them, and that you were tall for an elf. Little did they know you were and are a Tal-Vashoth. Something they did not like due to looking like those under the Qun.
A sigh left your lips as you continued to check the weapons for the upcoming battle. Later at night, he approached you first telling you of his day. His Ventures in the Korcari Wilds and his meeting with a Witch of the Wilds. When he came to the final piece of information, likely the main reason for him coming to talk to you. “Can you believe it? They don’t want me on the front lines.”
A raised eyebrow was all the answer you gave him, you had your theories on why that was the case. A certain blond king with similar features being the big key point in your theory. There were too many similarities for them not to be related in some form or another.
“Well?”
Another raised eyebrow, “Well, what?”
“Can you believe it?”
You nod a small smile lighting up your face, “Yes I can, and I’m pretty sure you know deep down the reasoning.” It was a test, one he failed when he froze and his eyes widened. You shook your head, “Your secret is safe with me, friend. But it would take a fool not to notice the similarities when seeing you both in such close quarters.” You stand, towering over the man who held your heart without any knowledge of the fact. You placed a hand on his shoulder, “But I did not know completely if my theory was true until now.”
“Oh.”
His embarrassment was endearing, “Promise me something?” When he said nothing you continued, “Don’t ever play Wicked Grace, you will fail miserably.” From the sag of his shoulders you realise he had likely thought you were going to say something much more serious.
You begin to walk away when his hand on your arm stops you, “Thank you.” He clears his throat before saying, “Look after yourself tomorrow and don’t hold back.” Instead he was being the serious one.
Then it was him who walked away, not you. You watched as his figure faded into the night. A heavy weight settling in your stomach, the thought that this may be the last time you lay eyes on him weighing on you heavily as you go prepare for the morning.
Don’t hold back. Did he know?
Then morning came. Then they came.
Your eyes drifted towards the tower you knew he would be going to, hoping it would instill some strength. Then you turned towards the oncoming storm, letting your hat fly off. The metal of your horns glinting in the morning light as you twirl your staff as if you were dancing, slamming it into ground. Watching as your magic takes effect.
You would fight till the end if it meant he would get more time in the tower to light the beacon. The fight was getting horrendous, two others you had befriended were getting surrounded so you lit their foes up in flames after casting a shield for them. Rushing to them, "Hawkes, are you okay?"
They both nodded, looking at the grim sights around them. You would live this day and while the Battle was lost, the war against this blight was yet to happen.
When you reached Lothering you helped the Hawkes prepare to leave but when they'd leave you would not follow.
You were back to wearing disguises, helping anyone you could while you waited in hopes he had survived. A few days had passed and there he was. You just stood off to the side of the Qunari Sten when you spotted him. He was with the noble and a witch of the wilds by the looks of it. Maybe the one he had told you about?
The Qunari made you uncomfortable, he had you pegged in minutes of you trying to talk to him. Which just made you even more uncomfortable. In fact he was still glaring at you. That being the only reason they looked in your direction.
Before you or anyone could do anything you had a human practically leap at you, wrapping you in their arms.
Due to being taller you rested your head on top of theirs. Heart wrenching at the heartbreaking sounds he was making at finding someone he cared about alive and well.
You hugged him back, never wanting to let go. You saw the mages face of disgust and glared when she opened her mouth to likely say something snarky going by the look on her face. Surprisingly she stopped, raising an eyebrow at your protectiveness.
But then she turned to the noble, who then exclaimed, "They're a what?"
Now he pulled away looking at them then you. A sigh left your lips. Glancing at the Qunari behind them half expecting it was him who told the witch of the wilds.
"It was me not your Qunari friend who told me what you are."
It was your turn to raise an eyebrow. "He is no friend of mine. He follows the Qun and would see my kind used or dead." He had made that abundantly clear. Labelling you Saarebas. You knew what the Qun did to mages. No thank you.
"Tal-vashoth? Interesting." You glanced at her again. "I am Morrigan and you are?"
"Not amused." You hear a snort from beside you and look at him. Expecting disgust or even hatred. None of it. He was smiling at you and then frowned in concern.
"You knew?" The noble had apparently worked out what you couldn't. "Well, Alistair?"
It was his turn to look a tad sour. "Of course I knew, I didn't tell you as it wasn't my place. That and judging by your reaction it was a good choice."
He was getting defensive for you. He knew and was defending you. This man had no idea what he was doing to your heart.
The noble sighs, "I do not mind what they are Alistair but a heads up would have been preferable." They nod to you, "I expect you'll be joining us?"
You couldn't help but notice the pleading look in his eyes. He thought you wouldn't? You had a job to do as a Grey Warden. A duty you didn't take lightly.
You also vowed to keep him safe. "I would not leave your side." You told him while looking him directly in the eyes. Ignoring the sound of disgust from Morrigan. Smiling when you noticed his cheeks flush.
He glanced at the others who were now talking to the Sten. Then he looked at you arm raising and his hand going to the back of his neck in what you assumed was a nervous mannerism. His cheeks flushing once more as he looked at you, "And I you."
The Tal-vashoth Grey Warden mage and the human Grey Warden ex Templar.
It was then you heard Morrigan shout at the Mabari, "Now? Now you listen to me!" You smiled thinking you were going to quite like being around all these people. Frowning at the Sten. Well almost everyone.
A hand taking yours made the frown fall from your face as a smile was sent your way from the one person you cared for most. Yes all that had led you here was worth it. And maybe just maybe this would be the start of accepting who you are and letting others accept it too.
Summary: The day your life changed forever and also the day of your first meeting with Dwalin up until you arrive at Bag End.
Hobbit reader.
Stopped where I did as beyond that would be very script heavy even with my changes.
The day had started like any other, in a place usually without whispers of adventure. In a world ripe with it. But like any other day you were making your rounds, greeting the neighbors and gathering what you needed for Tea.
A Tea you expected to be like any other, only between you and your cousin. But today was not like any other day, far from it in fact.
Today may have started quite ordinarily and in what some may call quite well boring. No wait, that's you who says that. Your cousin said it was that Took in you. Making you want more to life than you had.
You should be perfectly happy with it, perfectly content. Then why was it that you sometimes saw that same glimmer in his eyes.
Just as you was passing his home you noticed a most peculiar mark on his newly painted door just of last week. Surely it wasn't him, and surely he knew nothing of it.
With a frown you knocked, but there was no answer. "Most peculiar indeed." But as he was currently not available you saw no need into looking at this strange mark for long. You were after all coming back later. You could ask him then.
With a shrug of your arms you left to finish your chores for the day. Helping the Gamgees with their meal. You owed them for doing such wonderful work on your cousin's garden after all. Well okay not owed but you wanted to show your appreciation. And they much appreciated your cooking, your apple pie especially. But as it were you were running now rather late. The sun had already made its decent in the sky.
Luckily for you the day had no other hiccups like the marking on the door, except running rather late for tea. That is until you and your produces fell to the floor as something very solid walked onto the path you were currently navigating.
"Oof." Your breath left your chest as you landed with a thud. Rather thankful it wasn't one of the many slopes that existed in your home. Or you'd have been running around for your goods. You half expected whomever it was to just walk on, but as you made to gather your things an extra pair of hands helped you. Big ones compared to your own. Ones that had seen a lot of work going by the rough look to the skin. Though considering the little light on the part of the path you were on, you could be mistaken.
For they didn't look like the hands of a Hobbit. Or any Hobbits you knew of. No Hobbit marked their hands in such a way. And those gloves! They looked not like any you had seen before. There was no need for such gloves like he had here in the Shire.
Then your eyes travelled past his hands to his forearms, eyes widening at the muscle mass there. His forearms were huge. Just judging by them alone he could probably lift you like you were merely a chair.
And then he spoke! "Dwalin at your service." It was a rather cute way of introducing himself, but his voice. That was something else you hadn't heard before. Then he went onto apologising, "Sorry, I did not see you there." He finished helping you and only then did you get a good look at him. Only then did you allow yourself to look properly.
You had already been distracted by so little, you'd have never picked up anything had you allowed yourself a full look at him.
Normally you expect one should be intimidated at such a sight. It was unheard-of for a dwarf to be in the Shire afterall. But your Took genes were merely excited, it didn't help that you found both his appearance and voice quite attractive.
Seeming as he introduced himself, you told him your name before telling him, "No bother, all is fine. Might just have one or two bruised apples." You smiled at him in what you hoped was a charming manner. "Are you looking for anywhere in particular?"
It was true in that moment you wondered if he was lost, as surely there was nothing of interest to a dwarf in the Shire.
He paused seeming to think on whether he should divulge that information when he nodded, "Aye. I'm to go to a Mr Baggins of Bag End."
It takes everything not to react, your cousin! The marking? Surely that was a coincidence, but then who else had such a marking on their door when a dwarf was saying that was where he was going. Then whomever put that mark there, made it so someone could easily recognise it. You nod more to yourself then look at this stranger, Master Dwalin. "Just follow me, I know the area really well. In fact I believe I know exactly which door you speak of."
And so you guided Master Dwalin to your cousin's door. Both seeing the marking as clear as if it was day. Him seeming to know what it meant.
Before he could thank you or bid you goodbye. You went up to the door this time ignoring all formalities and opened it. Walking right inside.
"Bilbo Baggins you have some explaining to do!" All this talk of you being happy with what you got and he has a marking on his door and a dwarf coming to see him.
You turn to Master Dwalin, "The Lader is just through there. Please help yourself." You left him there as you went in search of your dear cousin. Who came rushing at your shout.
Normally you'd have probably been more polite to Master Dwalin or not show your disdain that Bilbo hadn't told you about this. However from seeing the mark, to falling over to finally knowing a dwarf was going to see Bilbo. You decided to forgo the pleasantries.
Little did you know that Master Dwalin wasn't the only dwarf you'd meet that day. But he would be the only one to grab your full attention. Not knowing that the reason being, that he was your one and you his.
You were about to embark on the biggest adventure of your life, with many trials and tribulations. The chance to get to know your one and most of all live the life you wanted to live.
Set before the show so no spoilers. First time writing for TDC:AOR so I do apologise if I didn't get Gurjin quite right.
You had just finished your shift guarding the Skeksis and the castle. You sometimes wondered what possessed you to ever become a Castle Guard. But then you’d spot him, and those doubts would wash away. He didn’t know it but you had fallen for him hard, it had taken time as at first he kind of rubbed you the wrong way, but then his charm and that damned smile of his won you over a little too much.
In fact it was pretty easy for him not to know your true feelings . As you just acted like a friend and you did it well. At least none of the others had mentioned anything so it was likely you acted the friend too well. You just couldn’t muster up the courage to finally tell him or show him how you felt.
So you came up with a plan, one you were currently in the midst of. Albeit a somewhat dangerous plan. You never said you were good at working out ways to impress someone. "It will be fun, trust me."
"Scaling down the side of the castle will be fun?" He knew you were somewhat adventurous but even that sounded a tad much for you.
You laugh causing him to pause and look at you, not that you noticed. "It's only one floor and where we are scaling, there will be a landing beneath us. Slightly painful if we fall instead of land correctly, but shouldn't hurt too much."
You stop when you realise he wasn't with you anymore, turning around you just saw him staring. "What? Have I got something on my face?" You feel your cheeks burning in embarrassment, thinking that some food had somehow stuck to your face without your notice. It wouldn't be the first time after all.
"Nothing." It was his turn for his cheeks to heat up at the look on your face. "I mean, there is nothing on your face."
You made a phew motion, then continued to the planned spot once you knew he was following once more.
When you arrived, you looked down to make sure your calculations would be correct. You had done it a few times before. Not exactly something you'd advise elsewhere in the castle. As the area you did it did in fact have another platform below it, just to the side. So while an accident could happen it shouldn't involve falling off the castle. But the fact was you'd never done it with anyone watching or with you. You turn to Gerjin holding out a hand, "Do you trust me?"
Gerjin gave you another look, then smiled. "Yes, though you do get some crazy ideas."
You got up onto the edge of the platform, and he listened as you told him how to go about it. Then you sat on the edge smiling at him, letting your smile say everything you couldn't physically say, hoping that the situation may cover it up.
But just as you were about to go down, he grabbed your hand and brought you back onto the platform, scratching the back of his neck. "You don't have to do this to impress me, you know that right?"
You blink now nodding in confusion even if that was what you were trying to do. Impress him enough that he might notice you more than a friend. It was when you felt something brush your hand that you realised he hadn't let go of it. Cheeks heating up immensely you look up to find Gurjin was closer than before.
"Oh I hope I'm understanding all this correctly." You were about to ask understanding what when Gurjin, your best friend and the one you had fallen hard for kissed you.
If you weren't red before you was now. Just as he was about to pull away you kissed him back. Both smiling immensely when you finally came up for air. Hugging him and he hugging you. "I thought for a second there I was wrong."
"When did you figure it out?"
You felt him shrug, "Wasn't too sure till Rian said you was trying to impress me, to get me to notice you." So you hadn't been as transparent as you thought. You'd have to thank Rian later. "I thought I annoyed you. Been trying to impress you myself."
You lean back looking at him in astonishment, "You were?" Then you shook your head trying to focus on the part that concerned him. "At first you actually did annoy me, but then all that is you won me over." You shake your head this time in amazement, "Never thought you'd like me back."
His grin got bigger, "What's not to like?" Then and in the future you could never one hundred percent say whether he meant you or him. Either way it was one of your fondest memories.
Pairing: Sharky x Female Deputy and some Deputy/Whitehorse friendship
Summary: The deputy has had a rough time, but the last time with the Bliss really shook her. Hope’s County without it was one thing, but with it? That scared the shit out of her. Two men comfort her at the Jail, however the outcomes are vastly different.
Rating: T? It stops before the Lemons.
Warnings: Swearing, dominance (however there is consent)
So I haven’t written lemons before for fanfiction and when I have written it for RPG’s that was some years ago. So I couldn’t get past the end bit, so I wrote a little line to finish it and basically left it up in wind for what happens next.
Today had been an especially rough day, first waking up after my latest trip in the Bliss. And then dealing with more of the a-holes known as Peggies. However, currently I was outside the jail, at the back where I'd normally only see one or two people. It was there that I let myself just have a moment to myself. One of the few places I could have a moment practically to myself.
I was so far away I didn't even notice when the Sheriff leaned himself against the wall beside me.
"You okay Rook?"
Blinking several times to shake away the metaphorical cobwebs in my mind, I turned my head partially to the side so I could see him more clearly. "I'm fine." But after a moment I shook my head answering this time more truthfully than the last, "Actually I'm not. All this with Eden's Gate is really fucked up without the Bliss. But with it? I don't know what to call it. All I know is it scares the shit out of me."
Feeling my hands shaking a little I clenched them into fists, jumping when a rough hand held them.
"You don't have to be strong all the time Rook. You're as human as the rest of us. Even if we sometimes forget that you're not invincible."
A harsh laugh escapes ne before I can stop it but once it's out tears begin to sting the corner of my eyes, " I don't feel very human anymore." Wiping my eyes I turn fully to him. "But thank you. It means a lot hearing you say that."
He watches me for a moment before he steps closer and brings me into a hug.
Then I told him something I hadn’t told anyone, "You know what? I use to be such a hugger before all this. Yet this is my first hug since all this started." I love hugs so it was a shock to realise I hadn't had one in so long.
The hug lasted a few minutes before I pulled back, my face nearly as red as the highlights in my hair. He brought a hand to my face, his smile and his eyes showing true kindness. "If you ever need another, I'm always here for you Rook. I hope you know that."
I nodded, "Thank you."
"No, thank you Rook."
I made to go past him but as I did I squeezed his shoulder in another way of showing my appreciation. I hadn't realised how much I needed a hug until today. It’s nice thinking of how something so simple can improve so much. But sad when you think back on your last one and realise it was much too long ago.
But as I got past him and closer to the chain link fence my face began turning even more red at the sight of Sharky leaning against the wall near the chain linked gate locking this area from the rest.
He fell into step beside me as I wondered how much he saw, walking around the jail we eventually went into one of the less used rooms of the jail. The one I had sort of claimed once realising no one was using it. In fact since I started using it, I think no one else did. I would likely have to ask the Sheriff about it at some time, as after that hug I kind of get the feeling he may have claimed it as mine.
Hell I had even tidied it up a little. More than I can say about other places I’ve crashed at since this shit began. Looking out at the back, I noticed the Sheriff had left. Dropping my bag to the floor, the echoing thud telling me that Sharky had put down his things as well.
"You ain't hugged me like that."
I couldn't help the smile that lit up my face. "You haven't offered either I should remind you." I bumped his shoulder with mine, "Anyway you haven't left me yet or looked like you needed one. Otherwise I would have offered. I love hugs." And I vowed to give more of them as my mood had vastly improved since the warm hug from Earl Whitehorse.
Without warning I had another pair of arms wrapped around me. This time from behind an oof of air leaving me. I turned my face to look at this handsome fool. His big goofy grin infectious.
The way he was hugging me felt much more intimate than the one with Whitehorse. One of my arms rested on the two around my middle. My fingers automatically stroking the skin there. Tracing the flames on his right arm.
My other hand slowly coming up and absentmindedly reaching for his face. Gulping when I realised what I am doing, just as I was about to lower the offending appendage he leans his head to the side closing the distance between my fingers and his cheek.
I was frozen as I watched him lean closer to me, those warm eyes darting down. "I want to kiss you." My eyes widening at his admission, "wanted to since I saw you punch that blissed up fuck that snuck behind me."
That had been the day we met. "And darlin' that voice of yours…" trailing off as he looked down once more.
My breath hitched in my voice as I admit, "I want you to kiss me." But I don't get further than that, I don't get to tell him that his voice was as fiery as the flames that came from his weapon of choice. Or that he radiated a warmth I didn't want to be without. That it was his presence that got me through the day. Got me through being in Hope's County.
I didn’t get to say any of this because my breath was taken away as his lips brushed against my own. The heat I had felt before returning ten fold, my whole body now feeling like it was on fire. One of his hands rising up to hold the side of my face fingers curling at the back of my neck.
Suddenly he turned me around and backed me up against the wall, his hands now trailing up my body, leaving fiery trails in their wake. Out of breath as the kiss ends, one of his hands now playing with the hem of my shirt. Fingers brushing the skin there causing shivers to run up and down my spine.
I was feeling very warm, my brain logging away this memory in the deepest darkest vaults of my mind where no one could touch it but I. Just in case this was it. As surely he noticed? My lack of experience in such matters that is. I hadn't been in a relationship in years well before training to become a Deputy and even then it hadn't lasted long enough to gain much experience with kissing and the like.
Or maybe he did realise and wasn’t bothered, either way the look in his eyes made those doubts eb away like sand in the wind.
His other hand raised up and stroked my face, thumb tracing my lower lip. Acting on pure instinct I pressed them against it, eyes dilating as I catch his. His rough skin sending more shivers down my back. Before my hands reached for his hooded sweatshirt and dragged him closer again, finally pressing my lips against his once more.
Maybe it was the added tension since meeting him, or being physically attracted to the people I was supposed to be stopping. Or just the whole mess I was in since arriving at that church. But I wanted to finally do something for me. So kissing Sharky? That was definitely that. Especially since I realised how much he meant to me. If something came of this, that would be fine. But it would also be fine if nothing came of this. Or after it.
When the kiss ended I was out of breath, chest heaving as I tried to bring air back to my lungs.
“Fuck.” Blinking as I realise I wasn’t the only one to say it, smiling at him as he brushed a strand of hair from my face.
His hand then fell to my neck, stroking the skin there. Smirking when he realises what it's doing to me. Being this close it wasn't hard for him to notice what got reactions and what didn't. Heck I wasn't even sure I knew what I did or didn't like.
The previous guy hadn't been very attentive, likely one of the reasons I had focussed on my career instead of physical or emotional attachments after him.
Sharky? He was taking everything in. From the way my lips parted, the little sounds I made and what caused my body to shiver in pleasure and anticipation for more.
Biting my lip as he brought his mouth to my neck. His hands now wandering lower until they were again at the hem of my top. This time he didn't stop there, his hands trailing under and gripping my hip with one as the other explored further up.
My right leg raising up and hooking around his, head tilting to give him more access. Just for him to stop, my mouth opening in silent protest. Stopping short as he pulls both his hoodie and tshirt off in one swift motion. Leaving my eyes to take in all the skin I could see. Fingers coming up to touch him, however I was thwarted as he took my hands with a slight shake of his head. Raising them above my own when he got a nod of accepatance from me.
He knew exactly what he was doing to me. But it was this action that made me realise he had listened even to the little bits of information I gave him about myself.
The idea that he had heard me the other day after he said I was fiercely dominant, that I had replied with in a joke but truthful manner that maybe that was why the idea of someone else being in control was hot as hell.
Yet when his hands came back to my shirt when he realised I was listening to him and not trying to touch him again there was the question in his eyes. Then he said something I wasn’t actually expecting him to say but all the same really appreciated. "We can stop if you want." The thoughtfulness brought a smile to my face.
I leaned forward stroking his face as I kissed him. "I want this Sharky. So please don't stop."
He gulped eyes darkening further, hands bringing me into another toe curling kiss. The kiss only breaking as my top joined his on the floor. Lips brushing against lips, hands brushing against skin in their eagerness for exploration.
A click of a bra as it joins the rest of the clothes. Completely bare chests pressed against the other as the kiss deepens further. The previous hot rhythm matching each other once more.
All thoughts of the outside world leaving as his mouth now explores the newly exposed skin. Goosebumps the only other sign of pleasure other than the dilated pupils, the mouth open in silent moans, and the head tilted back in ecstasy.
My chest heaving with every breath. This was exactly what I wanted, he was everything that I wanted. And right now? This was perfect. If only the storm would remain stagnant and we could both be stuck in this moment. The calm before the storm.
Summary: You are a Diabetic and going out on your first date with one of the locals. However things don’t go to plan when your blood sugar reader’s alarm goes off saying you have to change your sensor.
First part is in Person. Other parts in the series will second/third person.
Reader gender is not mentioned. That is up to you.
Date gender is genderless in the Prologue. Until you pick the character you want to be the ‘date’ in one of the next entries to the series. I will reblog this when I add new entries for new dates. When first posting this I have only written for John Seed.
Only linking to ao3 and not posting here because of how it is ordered I thought this would be easier. If you prefer that I post the ‘chapters’ here as well I shall.
Prologue
So I’ve added the next part to The First Date and a Helping Hand.
This time the date is Jacob.
Summary: Your big date is with Jacob Seed, having taken too long he begins to think the panic he noticed was maybe getting the better of you. Not wanting the night to end on the chance you wouldn’t want another he makes his way to where he saw you last go. Will he lend a helping hand?
Summary: Your big date is with Joseph Seed, having taken too long he goes in search of you. His concern outweighing his want for you to come to him for help. Will he lend a helping hand?
Summary: You are a Diabetic and going out on your first date with one of the locals. However things don't go to plan when your blood sugar reader's alarm goes off saying you have to change your sensor.
First part is in Person. Other parts in the series will second/third person.
Reader gender is not mentioned. That is up to you.
Date gender is genderless in the Prologue. Until you pick the character you want to be the 'date' in one of the next entries to the series. I will reblog this when I add new entries for new dates. When first posting this I have only written for John Seed.
Only linking to ao3 and not posting here because of how it is ordered I thought this would be easier. If you prefer that I post the ‘chapters’ here as well I shall.
Prologue
I was recently writing something for my Mordern Day witch who had attended Hogwarts ends up in Thedas idea.This is the last bit I wrote;
The room had become deathly quiet. Their hand reaches out to the object wondering what was causing it to shine, their fingers barely just touch the glass when it begins to shimmer as waves ripple across its surface causing their reflection to disappear and something much more mysterious to appear. Before them now was what could only be described as a crossroad.
Summary: You survived the events at Kinloch Hold and ten years later make a journey to Haven to join the Inquisition. There you spot someone you thought you’d never see again. His rusty curly blonde hair reminding you of better times. In Skyhold you finally get the courage to try and talk to him once more.
Pairing: Mage reader x Cullen
Mage is from Kinloch Hold. So they can either be Amell, Surana or another mage that had been there. Reader’s gender is up to the reader. No mentions of Y/N, Y/G etc
Warnings: light swearing, mentions of fainting, innuendo towards the end, death of cookies (baked goods)
Fictober18 Prompts:
8. “I know you do.” 15 “I thought you had forgotten.” 20 “I hope you have a speech prepared.” 31 “I’ve waited so long for this.”
Word Count: 2294
written for @cloakinghawk I hope this improves your day hun it was supposed to be a short 500-700 word one shot but it got away from me ever so slightly.
You walk slowly over the battlements balancing a tray between your hands, nervous about reaching his door. It was true that he was quite happy to see you all those weeks ago when you made the journey to Haven, however that didn’t rid you of your nervous energy. If anything it added to your nervous energy.
You had preferred to try your luck there in Haven than with Fiona and her talks with those Tevinter men. True it had been very risky getting there, but in the end you had made it.
Then you had seen him and it had made you feel like it had been the right decision after all. All that fear of being caught by rogue Templars or rogue mages. The fear of having to kill them to survive if you should come upon them and they attack. All of that had been worth seeing him again.
You had used tips Anders had told you all those years ago, the very tips he used himself to escape from Kinloch Hold.
Before you fainted from fatigue he had turned to you eyes widening in disbelief which quickly had turned to concern when he saw you begin to fall to the ground. You vaguely believe you heard him call out your name, but couldn’t be 100% sure. It could have very easily been a wishful thought after all.
After ten years of not really seeing him it made you jittery as heck. Especially after finding out back in Haven that he had been beyond worried when you didn't wake up for days. You had put it down to fatigue, the healers had said as much as well. But you felt like it was possibly the added shock of seeing the man you had really cared for so many years later.
When you had finally awoken things were pretty hectic with everyone preparing to close the breach. You had been deemed too weak to contribute without hurting yourself. So you had barely seen him, the few times you had your face had flushed red while you asked if he was okay.
A small smile coming to your face when he gave you a look of surprise. Then he had answered he was fine, just busy. So you would leave him the snack you had made for him and then left.
Then Haven fell. You'd be lying if you weren't in awe of the Inquisitor, but standing near Cullen when he had joined the singing had made your knees weak. Maker you had always loved his voice, but his singing voice? You were not expecting that. Yet that night and onwards you not only thanked the Maker but Andraste for gifting him with such a thrilling voice.
You wondered how anyone got any work done with him, you would likely zone out and daydream about him saying more personal things. Though you suspected he was very easy to listen to, even possibly boring subjects would be made interesting with that Maker given gift.
Funnily enough it was now a little like the roles were reversed. You use to make him feel this way, but since laying your eyes on him once more he made you a nervous wreck. You had long lost that youthful confidence, that he had only fuelled with his nervous chatter.
He was damn cute back at Kinloch Hold and now he was oh so very hot. He was one man you could most definitely say grew to be quite the man. You had seen him training the other day with one of his subordinates and well there was no better sight you had seen before that day.
You nearly stumble when you suddenly stop halfway to his tower. You look down at the tray, the fresh made cookies still steaming. You move the tray to balance on the one arm before concentrating, your other hand hovers over the cookies the steam slowly dying down until they were the perfect temperature.
Ever so slightly warm to help give them that fresh taste you knew Cullen liked. Also to hide the fact it was you baking them. If they were piping hot he would likely put two and two together that you were making them. That or stalking the cooks to grab some for him as soon as they were cooked.
Though after Sera spotting you cooking them, you weren’t sure how long that secret would remain hidden. You just hoped that extra batch you had made her made it stay quite a little longer. You weren’t quite sure how you felt about him knowing that you were baking. Baking specifically for him that is.
It was a crush back then, for the both of you. Now. Well you hadn’t fallen in love before but you were pretty sure it was headed in that direction. You lived to see his smile, to see him happy. Even if in the end it wasn’t with you.
You’d be lying if you hadn’t noticed his headaches either. Having seen first hand Templars going off their Lyrium during that ten year gap you knew very well what he was going through. The sweats, mood swings all just confirmed that theory. Unless you were very wrong and Cullen was actually coming off something else entirely.
But then he wouldn’t be Commander would he? You shook your head and forced yourself to move on. Standing there and losing yourself in your thoughts was never good. You were quite prone to losing yourself in thought, something Irving had often commented on. Luckily you were a quite gifted mage, otherwise you often wondered if they made mages who dazed off too often into Tranquils.
Thankfully that last train of thought could not continue as you had reached his door. You’d imagine it was quite an amusing sight to anyone who saw you on the battlements. You knocked and only entered when you heard, “Come in.” Your features scrunching up into a frown when you realise his voice sounded a little off.
Opening the door you finally see why. One hand held to the temples on the side of his head trying to unsuccessfully massage away the pain. He hadn’t looked up yet so you imagine his next words were not meant for you, “I hope you have a speech prepared.” Speech?
“I don’t but Irving use to say I was quite good at making them up on the spot.” He looks up so quick you wonder if he caused himself some pain and then his cheeks redden.
“I though.. Thought you were someone else.” Your eyes widen in surprise and wonder when he stumbles on his words. You can see the frustration in his eyes at having stumbled.
“You know I always found that quite cute.” The words fall unbidden from your lips, you instantly feel heat travel up your chest, over your neck, to your face and finally the tips of your ears. “Maker I am so sorry.”
“I thought you had forgotten.”
It is time for surprise to enter your own eyes. “Forgotten?”
“You have rarely talked to me since you arrived at Haven.” He stands slowly wincing when the light from the windows hits his sensitive eyes. “I had assumed you had forgotten.” Me being the unsaid word, because he knew everything else was very hard to forget.
In those moments you completely forgot about the tray still balanced on one of your arms and as you gesture your complete and utter shock at his words it falls to the ground with a loud THUD. Cullen winced as the tray hit the ground, either from it causing his headache to worsen or a mixture of that and the baked goods meeting the floor.
“Fuck.” You rarely swore other than Maker’s balls and Andraste’s tits but very few people actually have heard you. You hear more than see Cullen come to help you with the mess you had made a small look of surprise on his face at your chosen word, a small chuckle leaving his lips causing a shiver to run down your spine.
Both bending down to pick up the tray and see what was the prognosis of your cookies. You slam the tray to your side causing Cullen to jump not expecting the sound. Seeing him wince you instantly say, “Sorry.” But when your eyes snap to his, forgetting your nerves you tell him truthfully. “How could I ever forget you?” You watch as the red enters his cheeks once more, “You made life worth living to its fullest back then.”
A slow release of air which sounds loud in the now quiet room, “I could never forget you.” His eyes were completely focussed on you. You were about to continue when a Inquisition soldier burst into the room, the surprise causing your nerves to return. While Cullen was distracted you quickly cleaned the rest of the mess. Muttering under your breath, “I should steal back the other batch I made from Sera.”
“You made these?”
Ears burning as you look up to see not only one set of eyes on you but two. The Inquisition soldier slowly backed out while the Commander was distracted, mouthing a quick sorry to you before he gently shut the door. Cullen not noticing his departure. Too surprised by your admission to notice.
“Does that mean the previous cookies were baked by you also?” A smile was slowly filling up his features.
You started playing with the hem of your sleeves as you replied, “Yes.”
Before you could register what was happening, his hand was on your neck and his lips met with your own. The gasp that left your lips giving him further access to your mouth. He was about to back off when you finally responded, your hands pulling him closer feeling like every nerve in your body was on fire.
You felt alive again.
When you broke apart it was like Cullen remembered something, as he quickly looked around the room before a frown pulled down his eyebrows. It took a second till you realised what he was looking for. “He left.”
“I see, Jim really does have the worst timing. Just the other day he walked in when I was discussing some private matters with the Inquisitor.” Your head tilts to the side wondering what it was he had talked with the Inquisitor about but shake your head slightly when you realise your thoughts were drifting away again.
You blink and you see him smiling. “What?”
“I often wondered if you still did that.” You imagined you were nearing the colour of tomatoes at this point. “I found it rather endearing. I still do.”
You are not quite sure how to react to that, so instead you smile and you feel as if you will never stop smiling.
His hand and eyes took in all your features. “Maker I’ve missed you.” Then his eyes flashed with concern, confusing you until you felt him stroke your cheek and it came away wet. You was crying. “Maker. I didn’t. Are you okay?” He was about to pull away again so you grabbed onto the hand on your face as if it was a life line.
“You did nothing wrong Cullen. These are tears of joy.” He seemed to doubt your words so you leant forward placing a light kiss upon his lips. “I don’t want to ever lose you again.”
A look of relief and pure joy enters his features. “Nor I you.” Then he winces and you are reminded of his headache. You stand not letting go of his hand as you direct him away from the ruined cookies before making him sit down at his seat.
You stand in front of him and lean back against the desk as your hands slowly reach up to his temples, “May I?”
He knows what you are asking so he nods, “Yes.”
You let your hands cool down, then began to massage his temples blushing at the moan of pleasure that came from Cullen, at the relief your hands were giving his throbbing head. Seeing his own cheeks redden at the sound. “Next time, get someone to get me.” His eyes open slightly as he nods his consent to your order.
When you finish you lean forward and place a hid on his forehead, letting your lips cool down too. Leaving a chilling kiss on his warm skin. Causing another sigh to leave his precious lips. You then place a kiss on his nose, finally on his lips.
You squeak when he pulls you into his lap to deepen the kiss. Minutes later you break apart. You both blush when you say the same thing, “Maker.”
“I have always cared for you Cullen, and I always will.”
A true bright smile lights up his face, “I know you do.” He breathes in while stroking your face, taking in your features once more. “I’ve waited so long for this.”
“So have I Cullen. So have I.” You lean forward laying your head on his shoulder breathing in his scent as your body relaxes against him, his arms making you feel safe and secure. This was where you were meant to be. It had always been where you were meant to be. With him and he with you.
“I was really looking forward to those cookies. You said something about taking some back from Sera?” You hit his chest gently, he laughs showing he didn’t in fact feel any pain, “Ow what was that for?”
“Cullen, I can make more.So for now can we forget about the death of the cookies?” Another chuckle as you snuggle closer, “Let’s just stay like this for awhile.”
so last night I decided to write on my phone again before going to sleep. used a few lines from fictober18 prompts again that was screaming at me.
First it started as a Supernatural fic... it quickly turned into Supernatural/Dragon Age crossover. I have yet to finish it. But I wrote 1208 (now 1241) words for that randomness.
Reading it again I now have some HC's for it. My Anya Amell after killing the archdemon ended up in Supernatural, where she hides the fact she is a mage (first she feels like a tranquil but receives slowly her magic back) but is also having later serious issues with the fade, it somehow causing her to go into a fade like coma which is where the fictober fic is based in.
Seriously random.
I love writing cross over’s but I wasn’t expecting my fic last night to go in that direction until it very much did.
Small snippet below the keep reading.
The green is very familiar, but I hadn't seen it in so long it felt like a… dream. I stumble to my feet backing away from the once striking man who was now a captivating woman before me. Eyes darting to a far off place behind her. A black city.
“No!” Shaking my head as if that will rid me of what is before and around me. Memories slamming themselves to the forefront of my mind. Not noticing as a wave of energy hits the being sending them flying to the edge of the platform.
The green twisting until I am stood in front of a basin. Men in metal suits on either side, one closer than the rest. One wearing a dress. No all of them even the metal suits wearing some form of skirt. The closest with his blonde curly hair and amber eyes full of admiration and concern.
I want to reach for the familiar shield, my rock in a sea of nothing.
“Anya!”
My eyes snap in the direction of the voice, I want to remain with those amber eyes but a part of me is saying I need to find that voice.
Warnings: Character death. Mentions of blood and wounds.
Dragon Age during Inquisition after Here Lies the Abyss mission.
Pairing: Anders x Hawke mentions of Aeducan x Alistair
Word count: 1031
Summary: Anders recieves a letter he doesn't want to read.
Anders was pacing. Justice was pacing. Both were agitated.
“Would you stay still!” The woman across from them was frowning, her hands on her hips. “And I thought Alistair was a pacer.” She mutters under her breath.
When he doesn't stop pacing she slams the palms of her hands on the table so hard that she hears a distinct crack, as the legs nearly snap under the force of the smack. Papers and letters flying to the ground.
The sound finally snapping Anders out of whatever or wherever his mind had drifted off too.
Her frown nearly began to lessen when he actually stopped but then she spotted the darkening tunic. Darkening with a dark red colour. Her eyes widen, rushing to her friend. “Anders you're hurt!” Her exclamation this time one of concern rather than frustration.
Her hand lifts his tunic without thought, when a hand with blue like veins grabs her own. She looks up and the look on her face practically says there is no room for arguments. Both the man and the spirit calming for the moment under the familiar expression. Though the turmoil in their eyes remains.
He could have likely healed it but Freya knew better than to ask, so she instead tended to his wound. Cleaning the blood away before wrapping him up. Thankful that it was only a superficial scratch she'd ask later about. It didn't stop her from giving them a look of disapproval however.
When he saw her look he spoke without thought and a gesture to his side, “You think this troubles me?” His other hand which she hadn't noticed till now was holding a scrunched up letter. Yet to be opened if the seal was anything to go by. “This troubles me!” He shoved it into her chest where she now spotted one word. A name. Anders.
She looked up in confusion wondering what about his name made him so on edge. What about seeing his name troubled him so much. Only people he trusted knew where he was. What… then she looked closer. Noting the a and r specifically. Two letters their names had in common. Her eyes widened and her hands began to shake as she recognised the penmanship. The penmanship of someone she was now in regular contact with.
Varric had written to him. “Anders.” Her hand reached for his and gripped tight when he tried to rip himself away, pulling him into a hug.
“He never calls anyone by their chosen name unless it's serious.” He was shaking so she held him a little tighter, “He last wrote mentioning that he and Marian were going to Adamant fortress with the Inquisition.”
He didn't continue, if Varric was writing now and addressing him as Anders then that meant bad news, right? He wouldn't do it otherwise, right?
She had only met Hawke once but it was memorable and they were great. Her heart started to pound in her chest when she realised someone else had gone to Adamant with the Inquisition and it felt like time froze as her eyes darted to the letters on the floor.
But she wouldn't let Anders go, he needed her. He peeled himself away as if he was coming to the same conclusion. That another person they both knew had also gone.
Yet when he tried to move away, his legs gave way and he collapsed to the floor.
She tried to make the fall less painful by catching him part way down, yet she knew it wasn't the physical pain that was hurting him. It was the unknown. The letter he didn't want to open. Or the known, that the letter held serious news. News about someone dear, that he couldn't bear to know.
“Open it.”
“Anders,”
“Please.”
So she did, slowly and carefully she took away the wax seal and opened the letter.
Dear Anders, I didn't want you hearing this from someone else. Hawke. Dammit, words are what I do best but when I want them to work the most they fail me. How do I tell you that the person you loved did a stupid and one of the bravest things I know of? How do I tell you that I can't say for certain that they are gone?
You should have seen it. They were amazing. I felt like I did that first time I saw them fight. They were inspiring and I was in awe. But someone had to stay behind. That's what the Inquisitor says. Alistair or Hawke. Alistair told them to leave.
But you know Hawke. They couldn't let the one Warden with brains for miles sacrifice themselves. Knocked him out when he refused, made the Inquisitor carry him out. Made the choice for them.
The Inquisitor told me to tell you. Hawke said That you would know the moment your fade Rendezvous's would end. Also to tell you. That they love you.
That they love you both. And that you know this, you know this to be true. That they wouldn't go down without a fight.
“Stop.” She looked into the face of her friend, the face stricken with grief. Moment passed before, “they stopped a few days ago.” Her brow furrows before her eyes widen at the realisation of his words. He hadn't seen Hawke in the fade for days.
Looking at her friends face she knew deep down it wasn't only him grieving. It was also Justice. Flashes of blue in his eyes and veins as the tears began to stream down his face.
Her own tears a mixture of grief and relief, with an added bit of guilt for feeling the relief of Alistair being okay, while her friends wept at the loss of their lover. So she did what she could, she took them in her arms and held them as they let out their emotions. No longer bottling them up.
Later she could thank the stone for letting Alistair be okay. Right now she would remain with her friends for however long they needed her.
But that didn't stop her looking down and mouthing the one thank you she really needed to say. “Thank you Hawke.”
Summary: Alistair asks the female Mage Warden what magic feels like and she shows him.
Her eyes were alight with reds, oranges and yellows as a flame danced across her skin, from her hands and up her arms. The man opposite her watched with rapt attention, not wanting to miss anything. His eyes watched as she moved closer and closer to him, “Do you trust me?”
He nodded as he found himself not quite knowing what to say.
“Alistair, do you trust me?”
He blinked when she asked again, “Yes.” He finally managed to say, after realising she wasn’t going to continue without a verbal reply.
Nodding to herself she moved closer to him, and very gently lifted a hand towards his bare skin, the fire now dancing in the reflection of his eyes. He had asked would it hurt if she used her magic on him. Maker forbid he ever ask Wynne or Morrigan if magic was ever used in private moments. He can already hear the ridicule from Morrigan.
She had said she had only ever tried it on another mage, to which he got a tad jealous he did admit. Though he knew she had never been as intimate with anyone else as she had been with him.
His eyes widened with surprise as he began to feel heat on his bare arm, the hairs their standing up as goosebumps ran up and down his body. It felt pleasant. He had half expected his hairs to set alight and leave his arms bald.
“Can you feel this?”
Instead of answering the question he found himself saying, “Makers breath you’re beautiful.” Which caused not only her skin to flush as she blushed, but the flames to become even more red. Her fire was blushing! She herself also seemed to notice this as it caused her and the flames to become even more redder, if that was even possible.
A small smile danced across her lips as her hand finally made contact with his arm, and her flames began to dance across his body. Entwining them both in her magic, bringing a gasp to their lips. In the next moments he acted on instinct and his lips smashed against her own in a desperate kiss.
In her surprise the flames went out, yet the heat remained.
