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Henry Lucas – Scientist of the Day

On Jan. 18, 1664, King Charles II of England officially established the Lucasian Chair of Mathematics at Cambridge University.

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Kinktober Day 1

Prompt: Daddy/First Time Pairing: Henry/Blackwall Synopsis: Blackwall shouldn't like that word as much as he does. Not on Henry's first time.

There's a lot of regret Blackwall bears. His past, his actions, the lies he forced himself to speak. At points, he regrets the flirting. Henry is young, full of life, and he's a false Warden with a misspent youth. He shouldn't allow this. Should have the strength to back away, to retreat.

But Henry wants him. Pursues him. And Blackwall can't deny that he appreciates it. This youthful man desires him. Practically drools whenever he sees Blackwall without his shirt. And Blackwall runs out of patience and forbearance. And when Henry comes to him, he pushes the man against the wall of the stable and kisses him. He tastes of salt, of honey, a mead that Blackwall would love to get drunk on every night.

Henry yelps when the oil touches him, and his eyes screw in a mingled pleasure and pain, and when Henry arches as Blackwall enters him with two fingers, Blackwall's eyes soften.

"This your first time?"

Henry nods.

Blackwall groans. "Maker's balls."

"Rather have your balls." Henry teases, and Blackwall twists his fingers just so - Henry gives a desperate whine, and Blackwall loves the sound.

"I'll be gentle."

Blackwall has never been particularly wordy when he fucks. But it appears that stimulation to his nether regions loosens Henry's tongue. The lad babbles desperately, switching between whining and begging, his cock drooling against his stomach as Blackwall stretches his hole. "Hush, boy. I've got you."

"Fu-! Yes, Daddy!" Henry cries out as Blackwall adds another finger, and the man freezes. Just for a moment.

Blackwall gives a low growl as the word enters his consciousness, lights a fire deep in his belly. "Say that again."

"P-please... daddy. Want m-more."

He shouldn't like that so much. This is Henry, not some common strumpet at a brothel. He loves this man, wants to make him feel good, but there's something in him that wants to take. Wants everyone to hear Henry calling him daddy. But dutifully, he opens Henry up enough to keep it from hurting too much.

"Relax, lad. I've got you. D-daddy's got you." Blackwall tries it out, watches Henry's eyes darken.

Henry begs, and Blackwall presses into him. Even with so much stretching, Henry is tight, and Blackwall moans at the sensation as Henry squirms.

Eventually Blackwall has to cover Henry's mouth with his hand, or muffle his cries with his own mouth, but before the night is out and Henry is tucked into his side, Blackwall is satisfied that at least the whole stable knows that Henry belongs to him.

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Dorian lending Henry Tevinter silken robes to show off to Amayian in and tease him

Amayian gets a touch red and lets his hands wander over the soft silk gently, whispering sweet words in Orlesian on how wonderful he looks in them. He knits Henry some afterward, with little alterations of his own design.

[truecrimeguru]

Body exhumed due to possible link to serial killer

A body of a woman was exhumed this morning from a grave in the Elgin Cemetery after an inquiry suggested the woman could've been the victim

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Wearing Each Other's Clothes

Flufftober Day 1 Prompt: Wearing Each Other's Clothes Pairing: Henry Lucas/Blackwall Synopsis: Blackwall enjoys the sight of Henry in his shirt.

Blackwall has always been bigger than Henry. Even after Henry started to train and began to put on bulk and muscle, the lad was done growing in height and six feet was a faraway dream. Blackwall's barrel chest and thick arms made him wider and more burly than the boy as well.

So, when they shared a bed, and Henry would arise and grab the nearest article of clothing, it at first looked like anyone else would trying on the Iron Bull's circus tent pants. He was absolutely swimming in Blackwall's shirt, part of it slipping over his shoulder.

But that had its own appeal. Blackwall moved closer to Henry, who was leaning on the balcony of their room, and he lowered his lips to kiss the bare shoulder. Henry giggled a little at the feel of sharper short bristles, as Blackwall had recently trimmed down his beard, unwilling to give it up completely yet.

"I believe that belongs to me, lad." Blackwall chuckled, bracing himself on the railing, caging Henry in with his arms. Neither made any other move, except for Henry leaning back into Blackwall's chest.

"You've got hair and muscle and stuff. I need a little more up here to protect me from the mountain air." Henry mock-pouted.

"You've got me." Blackwall smirked, wrapping his arms around Henry.

"That I do." Henry closed his eyes, tilting his head back to kiss Blackwall again. "Now, my big knight, take me inside."

"As you wish, lad." Blackwall grinned, pulling Henry up into his arms. "And let's get my shirt off you."

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A Little Out of the Ordinary

Whumptober No.1 Prompt: Adverse Effects | Unconventional Restraints | "This wasn't supposed to happen" Pairing: Henry/Blackwall Synopsis: Henry, apparently, reacts badly to mana potions.

Henry collapsed almost as soon as the first swallow passed his lips. Blackwall caught him before his head hit the floor, but the boy looked awful - the glowing blue passing through his veins seemed to have stalled, starting to look black.

"This wasn't supposed to happen!" Cassandra yelped, looking to Blackwall in alarm. "He's a mage!"

"This isn't that. We've all taken a mana potion just to see what happened."

Cassandra gave a double take. "I haven't."

Blackwall rolled his eyes before looking at Henry. "Can people even be allergic to lyrium?"

Henry began to shudder. "I think he's having some sort of seizure!"

Cassandra scowled. "I will find a healer. Keep him from biting his tongue or thrashing too hard!"

Blackwall glanced around - how? With a sigh, he quickly unbuckled the belt keeping his gambeson cinched at the waist and looped it around Henry's arms and torso, keeping his upper body in once piece. With that, he maneuvered Henry into his lap, wrapping his big bearlike arms around the lad to keep him as still as he could.

Leliana sighed when she returned with Cassandra and Madame de Fer. "Mana potions wouldn't work on him, he's not from our world!"

It was Vivienne who returned with the most simple solution, sighing deeply before holding Henry's jaw and shoving two fingers into his throat, causing him to convulse and purge the mana potion from his system.

Still, Blackwall did not remove the belt nor move from his position. Not until he was sure Henry was safe...

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For your book lovers OCs, what genre and series would be their favorites?

Tash: Fiction and fantasy would be very much good for him. I see him liking The Hobbit and stories with magic.

Mysen: He likes fiction with humor and maybe even a little sarcasm. I see his favorite being The Princess Bride

Mila: Pretty much everything. I see her loving to read and absorb stories and information.

Henry: He won't admit it but romance stories. He's actually a big fan of Twilight although he knows it's awful.

Vylandin: Pretty much anything. Although I can see him liking the Hunger Games.

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Satinalia Spirit

My response for Day 8 of the 12 Days of Satinalia! I’m really happy for these!

As the night had drawn on, much of the revelers had migrated to the Herald’s Rest for warmth and drinks. The magic lights had faded to dim bursts of color in order to let people sleep. But the party was going strong for the revelers. 

After a shared bottle of honeyed wine, Emmanuel and Leliana cuddled in a booth in the corner. Leliana allowed herself a little giggle as Emmanuel pressed his lips to her neck.

“I haven’t heard that noise in too long, mon cherie. I want to hear it more.”

Leliana chuckled at the words. “Charmer. I prefer the sounds you make far more.”

“Perhaps, since we are in public, we make music of a different nature?” Emmanuel proposed. Leliana nodded.

Emmanuel glanced to Maryden. “I don’t suppose, good lady, that Sister Nightingale could borrow your lute?”

The said lute was immediately handed over. Though he would have preferred Leliana retaining her position on his lap, Emmanuel allowed her to sit on the table, and stood, preparing his violin. 

“What shall we play, Warden-Commander?”

“Something soft, and sweet. A song for the lovers on this glorious night.” Emmanuel responded, punctuating the words with a soft sustained note trembling from the strings.

Instantly they began to play, the song a gentle piece they used to play around the campfire together, back in the days of the Blight. Leliana invited Maryden to sing the words, but the focus was on the lovers, their souls on display as the music they played danced together through the air.

Henry had been sitting with Cole. The spirit-turned-man preferred being with him to not, but this was the first time Cole looked straight at him and asked softly, “Dance with me? I do like to dance.”

“Of course, Cole.” Henry stood, and pulled Cole into his arms. The blond man had a way of making him feel like nothing else existed. So they slowly pressed together, heads on each other’s shoulders, and pivoted across the room, slowly joined by other couples.

“Movement and music, a magic moment... I don’t want this to end.”

“It doesn’t have to, Cole.” Henry whispered. “I’ll stay with you long after the music stops.”

He felt Cole smile into his neck. “I... I love you.”

“And I love you.”