#dazzle me

[advicebrat]

@advicebrat Fairydust

[724bees]

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[felrend]

Unpopular DA4 opinion coming up...

I actually hope we don’t get anything on the game for another few months or even a year. I want the writers and creators to take their time with developing this game. I don’t mean like a huge gap in time, it has been 4 years since DA:I, but I don’t want them rushing themselves. 

Of course I want it as badly as everyone else, but I don’t want what happened with Andromeda. I don’t want EA pushing a teaser or release when the game isn’t ready. Dragon Age is such a beloved series and deserves to be done right. 

But one thing I really hope they do is listen to some of the fan feedback. I hope they hear what the fans did and did not like with Inquisition. I hope they go back to some of the features from DAO and DA2. I hope they have fun with the characters and game design. I can’t tell you how excited that we will most likely get to go to Tevinter and Antiva. Which opens a whole new world and lore. 

Let’s give Anthem a chance so the creators at BioWare have a chance to give us the best damn game they can give us. With hopefully great expansions and DLC’s for DA4. Don’t put too much pressure on them, because EA could feel that pressure and push something out that’s not going to dazzle the fuck out of us.

And damn it, I wan’t to be dazzled! I want my breath taken away and I want to stay up until 4 in the god damn morning because I can’t get enough! AND FOR FUCK SAKES GIVE US SOME DECENT HAIR SELECTIONS AND ROMANCES!! 

So don’t be dicks about it if we don’t get anything on DA4 yet. 

[kaespo]

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[katzuyas]

I miss the werewolf fic :( when will you write more?

I miss that fic too, anon ;u; but I honestly have no idea when I’ll be able to get back to it, life’s real busy rn and I have a couple of projects to finish this and next month, so it’s just a big unknown tbh

BUT pls don’t think I’ve abandoned you!! in fact I’ve been plotting out things and weaving solutions and problems together to get some plot points going along the way, and it’s coming

one day

I promise

and for those who want to catch up or are curious about the fic: it’s called dazzle me with gold, and it’s easily my heart, soul, and life put into one

[katzuyas]

dazzle me with gold

from the start | ao3 | previous part

They spend the day in bed: talking, lazy, in love with each other and the world.

Yuuri does not speak of what matters he and Lady Alisa touched upon when they spoke, and Victor does not ask. He can feel Yuuri tense up every now and then once he gets lost in thought, but all it takes is a caress of Victor's hand to bring him back – and he does come back, with a smile and a kiss pressed to Victor's forehead as if in protection or apology... For what, however, Victor does not know, yet he is certain that should he ask, Yuuri would not be willing to tell him.

So he doesn't.

It's a little bit suspicious, but Victor has learned to trust his gut over the years and what his gut is telling him now is to trust Yuuri and wait for him to open up. To meet him with love and acceptance once he does.

Instead, Victor asks what Yuuri wishes to do once they make it to the little cottage beyond the Belt Woods.

"Just rest," Yuuri says with a wistful curl to his lips. "A lot has happened since I left home and... it would be nice to simply sit back and think of nothing for once, don't you agree?"

"I do, yes," Victor replies then. "No watchful eyes, no spies, no one to pretend before. Added to that, your mother's fabulous cooking? What else could a man want?"

Yuuri's laughter is a soft thing in Victor's ear. "I'm sure she will be happy to see you again as well."

The servants come and go, asking this or that, but Yuuri handles it all while Victor simply lounges around on his chest like one of those harlots that the nobles are so fond of keeping. As he does so, Victor thinks he would not exactly mind being one. If, of course, Yuuri was his noble keeper, that is. After all, Victor is far from the type of man to easily submit his free will to others, but to his Yuuri? He would do so without having been asked.

"Thinking deep thoughts?" Yuuri asks just as the doors close after a maid who came to receive confirmation on supper. "Care to share with me, my Vitya?"

Warmth blossoms over Victor's heart at the name that now passes through Yuuri's lips easy as breathing. It's lovely, the sound of it, and Victor basks in it like he basks in Yuuri's attention.

"Just thinking about you, my love," he says back. "About how lucky I am to have met you."

Yuuri offers him a brilliant smile. "So am I, you ought to know that."

"I do," Victor admits, pleased by it beyond belief. "I surely do. You keep telling me that whenever I confess my admiration for you, after all."

Yuuri's laugh is a little sheepish as if he was caught red-handed at mischief. Victor allows a grin to stretch his cheeks, too.

"I keep stealing your moments, aren't I?" Yuuri asks. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Victor answers easily. "I love hearing you say it, too. And I love... well, I love everything about you, my darling Yuuri. You can steal whatever you want that is mine, because it all belongs to you anyway."

Yuuri remains silent for a second, before he snorts gently into Victor's hair, where he is hiding his face.

"Is it really stealing if it's mine already?" he asks, and Victor realizes the reason for his mirth. He chuckles as well, warm in the arms that Yuuri has wrapped around him.

"Well then," he says, "There is no need to be sorry in that case. What's mine is yours, my love."

Yuuri only kisses his head in a reply. He's been overtly indulgent the entire day and hardly be it in Victor to complain, oh no, but the fact remains – it is unusual. And Victor knows the reason for it. How could he not, when the back of his mind is wrapped in darkness that only Yuuri's presence keeps at bay?

He shudders to think of what the night could bring, but thankfully, it is still a few hours away. Yuuri's hand sliding down his back is a good enough distraction and Victor allows himself to enjoy the caress.

"How are you feeling?" Yuuri asks, gentle as always.

"Mostly healed, I believe," Victor says truthfully. He shifts his legs and the pain is only minimal, something that will surely go away overnight. "Could I stay in bed with you for all my ails, my love, I would never complain about it again."

"As long as you'll want me here, I will be," Yuuri tells him with a smile.

"Unless, of course, you get ill first. Then I will be by your side for whatever you need," Victor returns, but Yuuri shakes his head at him.

"You already were, remember? That day when we swam in the lake?"

"Oh, that!" With a smile Victor recalls the day and Yuuri's impressive dive off of Lamorak's back. "It seems like it was so long ago, but it couldn't have been more than a few weeks, could it?"

"Not even a month," Yuuri confirms, wonder in his voice. "But I feel the same way. It feels as if... as if we were always together."

He seems to catch himself before saying something else. A tender pink blossoms on his cheeks, maybe from shame, maybe embarrassment, and maybe something else. Victor takes it in with adoring eyes, regardless of what it is, because to him it's one thing and one thing only – beautiful.

"I apologize, that was a silly thing to say," Yuuri follows.

"No, my love, it wasn't. I feel much the same," Victor confesses softly, watching how Yuuri's face melts into warmth to match his own. "It's mysterious how it works, no? Love. We have only just met, it seems, but I feel like I have adored you for a lot longer."

"As if..." Yuuri licks his lips, a nervous tick that Victor fully adores. "As if we were meant to be?"

"Yes," Victor agrees.

There is something in Yuuri's eyes, soft, yet red, that shines from within his soul and Victor wonders if it is that, if it's Yuuri's soul calling out to his own – its other half.

"As if we were meant to be," he repeats. "Do you truly believe that, my Yuuri?"

"I can't help it," Yuuri admits. "I was drawn to you from the first moment, and maybe it was simply curiosity at first, maybe it was silly infatuation, but... I don't think so. You see, I was never interested in people this way. I never bothered. But you, you made me want to be bothered. I believe there must be more to it than simple attraction, but even if there isn't... I would choose you, still, Vitya. I would always choose you."

Clumsy as his words are, they take Victor's breath away.

"I love you," Victor simply says, because he cannot think of any other way to answer a confession like that. "I love you with my whole heart, my Yuuri."

Carefully, he presses his lips to Yuuri's and repeats the words once more against them. And Yuuri, his sweet, kind Yuuri, he smiles into the kiss and whispers it back, because he has made a choice that matches Victor's – a choice to stay, a choice to love.

[katzuyas]

dazzle me with gold

from the start | ao3 | previous part

The consciousness does not return to Victor easily. He hears some noise, some sounds that do not make much sense to his mulish mind, but he does not feel inclined to decipher what they are. He is far too lethargic to try and it isn't until he hears a scream somewhere not far away that he snaps out of the fog that has overtaken him upon waking.

He blinks – and blinks again behind the sack that still firmly sits upon his head obscuring his vision – because the scream that he's heard had an eerily familiar timbre to it. Something in Victor's disposition shifts then and, all at once, everything that's happened returns to him: the library, Yuuri, the kidnappers, the pain, Yuuri.

And Victor realizes that the scream just now belonged to none other than Yuuri himself.

Relief fills him so strongly and so suddenly that he goes limp against the hold of his captor. If Yuuri is here, close enough to hear, then it must mean that he was not harmed too badly in the library. He is alive and well, and he's come all this way, perhaps... perhaps to save–

The high-pitched horse squeal stops the thought from forming. It sounds pained, desperate, almost as if the horse was dying and fear once more trails its cold hand down Victor's spine.

Yuuri is a brave heart, a sweet man, filled with courage, strength and determination. If Victor has learned something about him in all the time he's known and loved him, it's that Yuuri will never allow himself to take no action when someone he cares about is in danger. So when he hears Yuuri's voice again, not a delirium, but a true roar of rage and desperation, only one word makes it past Victor's trembling, cold lips.

"No..." he whispers as if a prayer.

Yuuri shouldn't have come. He shouldn't have...There are too many opponents for him to face alone, if he is alone, but Victor doesn't hear any sounds of scuffle, no more hooves following, no clink of armour that could indicate that his own guards have come as well.

It's just Yuuri, Victor feels it in his heart. And said heart weeps, because it's a fool's errand and for his sake, no less, his Yuuri will come to be harmed yet again.

Without much though, Victor buckles against the rope that he's been tied with, but it's no use.

"Don't struggle, my lord," the man with the proper accent says. "You don't want to fall off the horse."

"If you let me go, I won't have to," Victor replies. "Let me go now and I will allow you to leave with your head on your shoulders."

"I will take my chances, if you will, my lord," the man answers. The horse takes a sharp turn and Victor sways in his spot, slung over the neck of the animal. "It's not every day that I am offered what Her Ladyship has promised."

"Who?" Victor asks, but his question remains unanswered, so he demands again. "Who?! At least tell me that much! Was it my mother? Tell me!"

Before anything can become of his inquiry, Victor hears a sharp nicker from somewhere close. That, and the sound of hooves, but not just the ones of the horse they are riding on – someone is coming after them.

Hope bursts in Victor's heart and it spills over his limbs, warms him until he's hot under his golden robes with nerves and expectation. His captor gives a sharp curse and kicks his steed into a faster gallop. Even as he bounces on the horse in a somewhat painful way, Victor cannot help the joy that overtakes him when he recognizes the angry snort of the horse that is giving chase, because only one fiery steed can measure up to that temper.

Before Victor's happiness can make him shout Yuuri's name with as much triumph as he feels, the sound of hooves gets even with them and Victor's breath is pushed out of his lungs when something hard knocks him in the face and kicks him off the horse's back. The ground meets him hard and Victor groans at the impact, which deafens and blinds him for a few long seconds.

Later, as he struggles for a breath that has been stolen from his lungs, he hears the clutter of steal, the grunts and groans, a sharp yelp, and more than that – the sickly sound of a blade piercing flesh.

It all lasts no longer than a minute or two, but as Victor lies on his back with his hands uncomfortably bent underneath him, he feels the time stretch into unknown. He tries to unbind the rope around his wrists, but it's a feat he doesn't achieve no matter his efforts.

Fear for Yuuri, for his beloved sweet Yuuri, settles in him once more. He should be helping, Victor thinks, he should be the one protecting Yuuri, not having him lay his life for him.

To no avail, Victor tries throwing off the sack that stubbornly remains atop his head and it's during that struggle that he realizes that all around him has fallen into silence.

Until footsteps come near.

Breath stuck in his lungs, Victor waits. Hands grip the sack and in one full motion they pull it off of Victor's head. Momentarily, he's blinded by the light of the setting sun, but Victor blinks quickly through it so that he can see, because he must see what became of his–

"Yuuri–" he breathes, but the rest falls short on his tongue once he sees the Yuuri before him.

His clothes are in tatters, bloodied rags that drape on him like a hanged man does on his noose. Yuuri's face, hands, hair, all of him is covered in splatters of blood: some of it still fresh, some dried, some thick, almost black.

He looks as if he's been through hell, as if he's fought a dozen men, as if he–

And he has, Victor realizes with a strangled sob that rises in his throat despite the joy of seeing Yuuri again. He has – Yuuri has killed, he's been injured, he's been hurt, all because of Victor. For him.

"I'm sorry," Victor whispers as untameable tears roll down his cheeks. "I'm so sorry, my love, I'm so–"

"Shh," Yuuri shushes him. "It's alright, Vitya. I have you now. You're safe."

Yuuri lifts a hand to Victor's face, but he hesitates. It must be the blood that's still fresh on his fingers, but Victor cares little for it when he leans forward to put his cheek in Yuuri's palm himself. That is all it takes for Yuuri to gather him in his arms and squeeze him, hard, so hard that Victor's breath leaves him again, but it is a wonderful feeling nevertheless.

The harsh heartbeat that Victor feels on the rise of his shoulder where it presses against Yuuri's chest settles into something calmer while they remain embraced. It does not last long, because Yuuri soon pulls away and undoes the rope that has been keeping Victor prisoner. And once he does, he takes Victor in his arms again, but this time he picks him up like one would a fainted damsel.

"Let's go home," Yuuri says.

And flushed, breathless with wonder at the strong set of Yuuri's jaw and the fire in his eyes, Victor says not a word of protest – he allows his love to put him on Lamorak's back and leans into him once Yuuri takes his seat behind him.

Safe, bewildered, and smitten despite the gore around them, Victor allows himself to be taken home in the arms of the man who has made it so.