She wrested the tray out of Guaba’s hands, turned around, and closed the door with her back.
Kavik had collected himself by then. “Smells good,” he said. “Did she buy it?”
Gossip was universal, but for some reason servants were stuck with the bad reputation for it. “Between the people who saw us in the street and good Mistress Guaba, you have a solid cover.” The more a story embarrassed a powerful person, the truer it appeared. “Come on. Let’s eat.”
invader zim fun fact: when tallest purple and red tower over zim in the show's opening, their bodies form a heart around him. which might mean nothing
PRaZr (definition): acronym of Purple Red and Zim Romance, which is pretty self explanatory i think. i am indeed really passionate about their dynamic in the series! i do think about it a lot! thank you for asking me about it, i made sure to write down all my thoughts in a cohesive way ↓
I - the second R in PRaZr
the "Romance" is definitely the most derivative aspect of this fanon take on the three irkens, and naturally comes with lots of fanworks playing with various romantic tropes for these characters - good for them, good for them. but as you can guess, this is about MY preferred view of prazr, and so to get on the same page i have to define what exactly the word Romance means to me in this context.
even as i play around with my cartoon dolls, i like when my derivative self indulgent fanon resembles the original in tone or dynamic. because of this, my favorite prazr visions have always been agressively One Sided, for one, because at best Zim is an insignificant speck of dirt on the Tallest's robes, and at worst he's the Most Horrible Thing In the Whole Universe Ever... and then you have Zim, who i think is very aware of what the tallest represent to him, or at least cognizant of how much their opinion of him matters (regardless of how many times he'll ignore it for the sake of protecting his ego lol), but i don't think he'd describe it as romantic love ; and either way, his view of the tallest is so distorted and warped by his intense desire for approval, simply calling it romantic doesn't begin to encapsulate it.
rather, i believe zim glamorizes them the same way he glamorizes, well, himself. he tries to appeal to the tallest not just out of hierarchical deference to them, but because he wholefully believes they're the only ones great and worthy enough to see his genius. even when he rightfully reaps what he sows in the form of his old boss kidnapping him, or narrowly being publicly executed for his crimes, he's convinced the tallest will be on his side to bring him justice no matter what. it's always "the TALLEST will see to it!" or "you'll regret when the TALLEST hear of this" with this guy. it's a rose-tinted perspective, of course. he doesn't see the tallest as they are (stupid mean and gay), but as a projection that will hopefully reflect his own perceived greatness back at him.
still, the idea that zim's peculiar obsession for the tallest, disconnected from reality as it is, can present as romance-y isn't too far fetched. if the tallest were ever to make some grand romantic gesture towards him, i don't see why zim wouldn't respond to it positively - this is a guy who probably fantasizes about the tallest praising him the way a teenage girl daydreams about her school crush, who draws pictures of them saying they love him and everything. like many things about zim and irkens in general, there is no straight forward real world equivalent to what zim's relation to the tallest is. but passionate, obsessive parasocial infatuation... i think those are all fitting describers.
II - the magnification of it all
prazr is so good because it really elevates the endless torment the whole (gestures around) thing brings to all three of them.
i love how zim is somehow so confident, so assured that his tallest love him as much as he loves himself, yet simultaneously pathetically scraping for any kernel of approval at every corner like he's gonna die without it. the seesaw motion between adoring them both as familliar peers, and a sort of vague yet sharp looming presence all at once, almost divine in its scrutiny. their big eyes staring him down. the imagery seen at the beginning of every opening is very evocative to me, two shadows with barely any discernable features towering over an oblivious zim. it's funny then that, almighty and sinister as they appear, even they don't seem to know how to handle this guy.
i love how the tallest only have scorn and contempt for this horrible little thing when they're not completely blasé about him. they will comfortably mock him as they manage to sidestep him again, but all they're doing is buying time - because zim always manages to reinsert himself into their peripheral eventually. and so, they willingly trap themselves in this charade of making up yet another lie, another excuse, giving the guy Just enough leeway because its the only course of action that might not get them Literally Killed on the spot. it's like a game of Tug of War but where if one party loses they all lose, and one of the players is too delusional to even realize that's the kind of game they're playing. it being resolved by the Tallest doing a complete 180° and suddendly returning Zim's... adulation? is cute, but it's not that interesting to me. i want this struggle to end in their demise. i want zim's hunger for love to suck them in like a black hole. i want the tallest caught in zim's web and struggling against a prison of their own making. i want them tied to the train tracks and screaming in horror as zim excitedly approaches them on his shitty trolley, cognizant of the fact that they are also actors of their own misfortune. i want zim to get so neurotic about them to the point of self-destruction that he pulls them down with him as well. they're an absurd doomed greek tragedy to me.
a satirical romance.
a car crash in slow motion.
now, let's zoom in on some of those key moments together ↓
prazr top car crash moments !!!
4 - zim is funny
i wanted to put a gif there at first, but then i realized i actually love this whole scene, if only because seeing the tallest having so much fun brings a smile to my face. please enjoy this short clip of red and purple goofing off and being whimsical together :)
arguably the only positive the tallest can see in him. if zim is at a comfortable enough distance (at least as far as they're aware), they'll happily mock him, and i think them getting a kick or two out of some of zim's calls is a regular occurence (i showed battle of the planets as an example, but there's the tallest puppet call in tak's episode as well). anyways, congrats zim, the tallest think you're positively hilarious! ...well, they're definitely laughs at his expense, but you know. we're grasping at straws here
3 - having??? a normal conversation ??¿?¿¿¿
incroyable mais vrai. the tallest and zim are in fact able to have an actual conversation - discussing how humans are tall yet dumb. it's unknown how common this occurence is... for as little as the tallest care about zim's mission and his plans and so on, they do seem to show at least some interest when the subject of the report is specifically relevant to them. their height in that case. typical! well, red seems invested at least - as usual, he's the one most likely to entertain zim's little fads. purple's just along for the ride, adding his little comments here and there. it's kind of cute how he starts mimicking red's body language before the transmission cuts :)
2 - the kernel of approval that keeps you going
gif source
this kills me. this gif is like 4 seconds. the way he goes off erratically with uncontained excitement as the tallest look on completely static, probably stone-faced. just nothing going on. this is the kind of incident that, in addition to the tallest passively playing along with zim, really supplies him the love kernels fueling his delusions. how unfortunate. zim bringing up how he won't forget them when he rules not just the planet, but the UNIVERSE... i wonder if he's just saying that, or if he really would stay loyal to his tallest even if he were to surpass them. which won't ever happen. i wonder though... (he better for his own sake, or i'll kill him personally)
1 - this.
link to the full gifset because it's so glorious
this might be the worst scene of them together like of all time. what do you mean he's not only stalking his leaders, but admitting to it in front of them with a big smile on his face in the most cryptic way possible. "oh i know all kinds of things about you" what the fuck are you saying my guy. shut up. at least purple's telling it like it is. and this is without mentioning the fact that this moment comes right after zim excitedly yelling "MY TALLEST" for almost one whole minute (which red mentions was actually 3 hours) because he was just so eager to invite them to Earth, then is later followed by zim falling into a 1 hour long catatonic state after the tallest implicitly reject his proposal. awesome. incredible. and then he decides the best course of action is to organize what is effectively a glorified kidnapping to force his tallest to witness his awesomeness. not normal! and it's not even the scene in of itself either, it's also everything else around it too. years ago, i used to think the tallest were unfair to zim, but upon second thought this is actually more unfair to them. you decide to ghost him for once, and then he tries kidnapping you and almost gets you killed. i'd blow him up too. people need to get on the stalker zimcel shit immediately. i need to see the tallest ah heem heem whimper and holding each other when they see him like two shaking chihuahuas. anyways this has been invader zim and basically he fags it up out there
like salt for sugar (explicit NSFW 18+ only)
chapter 3/3
11k-ish words total (chapter three: 3.3k)
Reth/Original Trans Female Character; drunken frotting; feelings are dumb and hard
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The next morning brought warm, golden sunshine and a pleasant breeze. Han woke leisurely, stretching and allowing herself a slow start. She tended the garden, which had been sorely neglected over the last week, and fed the animals. By the time she had finished grooming the horses and ormuu, it was well past 11 A.M. and she was starving. She made two servings of bacon-stuffed mushrooms and packed them in boxes, then headed into town.
Tish was in the shop, her golden hair spilling down her back in neat waves, as usual. When she saw Han coming through the shop window, she waved cheerfully and met her at the door.
“Brought lunch,” Han said, her mood lifted even higher by her friend’s enthusiasm.
“My hero, I’m so hungry I could eat a riffroc!”
They sat down on the couch behind the desk, and Tish poured them each a cup of tea. They chatted amiably while they ate, happy for the break in their respective workdays. Tish was so appreciative for the meal that she made Han blush from the praise. She waved her hand like it was nothing, because she was happy to do it.
“Reth looks like he actually got some sleep last night,” Tish said, apropos of nothing and with a sly glimmer in her blue eyes. Her voice had a put-on, extra-sweetness to it, but Han could also hear a note of strain. “I’m really glad, I’ve been worried about him.”
“That’s your sibling responsibility, to worry about him,” Han replied, popping her final mushroom in her mouth. Tish smiled, but shook her head.
“You know, I always hope he’ll end up with someone like you.” Han had to work very hard not to choke. “Someone who won’t judge him or discount how hard he works. I’m not naïve, I’ve heard the rumors, but he does work so hard. And he needs people in his life who believe in him.”
“You’re a good sister, Tish,” Han replied, because she couldn’t think of anything else to say. It was too awkward to say anything else, especially since the only other thing she could say was, “Well he doesn’t feel the same way about me.” So instead she drank her tea and leaned her shoulder against Tish.
With nothing else to do around town, after she bid farewell to Tish, Han decided to head back to her house for the rest of the day. There was plenty to do there, plenty that she had been neglecting. She planed some wood and ran the smelter for a few hours, then took a long bath so she wouldn’t stink like wood shavings and slag ore and horses.
Evening bled into night, and the stars lit the whole world with their brilliance. That was her cue. Han found a small leather pouch and placed ten large gold coins within it, counting them four separate times to make certain she’d gotten the sum correct. She noticed a tiny shake in her hands, but was unsure if it was nervousness about the meeting or seeing Reth again. She packed her usual adventuring bag and headed down the hill.
Even at a leisurely pace, it only took Han 30 minutes to make her way down to the boathouse - she was wicked early. After she double-checked that the box was still where she'd hidden it, she set about checking her hiding spot. It wasn’t the best spot but it was really her only option. The trees were sparse near this patch of shoreline, this was the only tree both large enough to conceal her and close enough that she could keep an eye on the meeting. It was good that she had time to prepare tonight. Instead of pressing her back against the tree's trunk, she could face the boathouse to hopefully be able to see the meeting. It would be better if she could hide the bulk of her backpack somewhere else, but after some consideration, she decided that the darkness was enough cover.
Reth appeared maybe 10 minutes later, slipping along the shoreline. She noted that, while he did look slightly less exhausted, there was a new line of tension running through his body. In the darkness, she could see how wary he was, his eyes darting around fervently. It didn't get better when she handed him the bag of gold.
"Han, are you sure?"
She exhaled.
"Yes, absolutely,” she replied, trying to keep her voice light. "I'm living on free land with everything I own made by my own hands - I'm not exactly paying a lot of bills. So if it can help you, I want to help."
He gave her that almost-misty look again, his ocean blue eyes nearly black in the night. After tucking the pouch into his belt, he seemed to steady a bit. The clench in his jaw relaxed. Their gazes met again.
"You're a good person, Han."
"Forget it." She crossed her arms in front of her defensively. “I hid the box under the ropes in there. I'll stay in the same place as before, just in case."
"Are you sure? You don't have to be involved with this. Any more than you already are, I guess."
"Positive. Be safe."
With that, she turned to go tuck herself behind the tree. Reth watched her go, studying the tree for a moment. He had an almost regretful expression, though she couldn’t tell if it was because he actually didn’t want her staying for the meeting, or if his mind was on other things. There were a few moments of silence, laced with anticipation. Han wasn't exactly sure what time it was by now, but it had to be getting close. From behind the tree, with one eye she could peek out to see the boathouse. It felt better having eyes on the situation, less chaotic.
Reth stood on the dock steps, his gaze far away, looking through the fog rising off the lake. He cleared his throat, throwing a quick glance back toward Han’s hiding spot. He spoke quietly, barely loud enough that she could hear him.
“I know this is such a coward's thing to do, but we all know I'm a coward," he started. Han's brow furrowed, heat rising to her cheeks. "I should be able to say this to your face. I'm really sorry about…" He trailed off. She could guess what he meant. At least he was apologizing, though if she thought about it hard enough, she didn’t think he needed to. It wasn’t his fault that she had pushed too hard.
It sounded like he might start speaking again, but then a light appeared out on the lake, startling them both into silence. After a moment came the splash of oars on water, and then the boat appeared. There was movement by the boathouse, which was difficult for Han to see from her position. Then the Majiri stranger appeared in her line of sight. Reth had already picked up the box from inside the boathouse, and was holding it under one arm.
"Ah, how industrious are we?” the stranger drawled, approaching Reth. He was taller than Han had expected, and broader too. He towered over Reth, both in his physical stature and his imposing presence. His blond hair was slicked into a neat bun, his eyebrows furrowed deeply over bright, intelligent eyes.
"The customer's always right!" Reth exclaimed, maybe a little half-heartedly.
"Indeed. And my reimbursement?"
Reth held out the coin pouch. The stranger snatched it, felt the weight of it in his hand, and apparently satisfied, tucked it into his vest. Then he directed Reth to load the box in the boat. Too good for even an ounce of manual labor, evidently. Dislike for the stranger seated itself even deeper inside of Han. This whole situation was making her incredibly uncomfortable.
Once Reth had stepped off the boat, the stranger approached him again.
"Give my thanks for cooperation in this matter to your employers. And just to ensure that it doesn't happen again-"
Quick as a flash, the man seized Reth by the jacket collar, hauling him forward. At the same time, he produced a knife in the other hand, pressing it against Reth's face. Han’s heart caught in her throat. She felt frozen, shock at what she was witnessing rooting her in place. Her voice caught in her throat. Reth also was still as a statue, his eyes wide with fear.
"Tell your human friend to be careful," the stranger said, loud enough for Han to hear clearly. In one swift movement, he drew the knife down from Reth's earlobe to the corner of his mouth, the cut blooming blood instantly. Then he pushed him down, turned on his heel, and boarded the boat. It took off almost immediately, as if by magic.
Han scrambled to Reth's side. He'd landed on his ass. When she knelt beside him, he tried to cover the wound and move backwards away from her. She grabbed ahold of his elbow, pulling him toward her.
"I'm fine, don't-" She could see the fear in his eyes, his expression slack as he worked to process what had happened. Blood was trickling between his fingers.
"It's my choice to be involved," she argued, "So don't even start."
She was already fishing a clean rag from her bag, and gently pulled his hand away from his face. The fight left him almost as quick as it had come on, and he stiffly allowed her to carefully press the rag against his face.
"Hold that in place, try to stop the bleeding. Come on, up you get." She grabbed his free wrist, pulling him to his feet. "I have my first aid stuff in my bag, let's go to the inn."
"The inn?" Panic rose in his voice. "What if someone sees?"
"We'll go in the back," she replied, patiently. “Let’s hurry."
They did, winding into town from the western edge and slipping down the stairs behind the inn, alongside the keyway, and into the storeroom. The whole time, Reth’s head was on a swivel, eyes darting around. When she locked the door behind them, he breathed a tremendous sigh of relief.
"That was the hard part," Han said, a little sarcastically. She placed her pack down on the table, digging through it for all her supplies. Cotton, healing salve, suture kit, and bandaging kit. Reth watched, still pressing the rag to the left side of his face.
"You use all this stuff?"
"Adventuring is a hell of a hobby," she replied with a wink. She directed him over to the sink, methodically setting up her supplies on the countertop. There was a shake in her hands that she was having trouble calming, the adrenaline from the attack and her helplessness and panic bleeding through her now that they were safe and alone. She managed a few deep breaths before turning towards Reth.
Slowly, she peeled the rag off his cheek, tossing it into the sink. Blood had run down his cheek and neck, spotting the collar of his jacket. The wound itself was still oozing, making it difficult to see what was going on. Han carefully tore off a few chunks of cotton, soaked each in warm water, and carefully daubed at the wound. Reth hissed under his breath.
"Unfortunately, it's going to get worse before it gets better. Sorry for getting your clothes wet."
His only response was to clench his jaw. Han kept working, cleaning the edge of the wound and then the drying blood below it. It was only as she drifted down to his neck that Reth cleared his throat. Han all but jumped away.
"Sorry," she said sheepishly, heat going to her cheeks. She tried to clear her mind, focus only on the task. The shake returned to her fingertips.
"What's the damage?"
"Well, it's not great. It's going to need a couple of stitches, just to hold it together." Her fingertips brushed the skin underneath the wound, indicating where she needed to place the stitches. "Start thinking of your excuse now, because this is going to be a noticeable scar.”
He groaned.
"Just the kind of attention I need."
"Tell them you screwed up fishing, like, really badly."
He laughed, and then hissed when the movement irritated his wound. Han was busy prepping her suture kit, pulling out a length of thin white suture. The curved needle glinted. Reth leaned against the counter, gripping the edge with knuckles that were rapidly going pale. Seeing him so clearly freaking out somehow had the opposite effect on her, as if her body was forcing itself to settle. At least one of them had to be calm in this situation.
"Last call for a fortifying beverage," she warned him. He stood a little straighter but was otherwise unmoved. His expression was a pale grimace , his eyes turned as far away as they could possibly get. She didn’t blame him - a needle coming at one’s face wasn’t a comforting sight.
"When I begin, don't speak, don't move, but do try to breathe. If you pass out, it's going to be an even bigger mess." He nodded. Han had to step closer to him, and gingerly tilted his head slightly to the right. His skin was hot under her fingertips.
"Do you want to be distracted by talking, or do your own ‘inner peace’ thing?"
"Talk to me." His answer came through grit teeth. She nodded, and began speaking the moment before the needle pierced his skin.
"I heard your apology, but I don't think you have anything to apologize for. If anything, it's me who needs to apologize to you." She took a deep breath, steadying both her hands and her voice. She completed the first suture, tying it carefully.
"That night, it was me who pressured you to stay, and everything else…" She tried not to trail off, but Reth's eyes had snapped toward her. "Anyway, and after you made it clear you thought it was a mistake, I shouldn't have reacted so strongly. I feel like I'm the reason it's been so awkward." Now his eyes were wide, and she could tell he was doing everything in his power to stay still. She closed the second suture, and tried not to second-guess what he might be thinking. Hopefully it wasn’t that she was a fucking lunatic.
"But I understand if you're not interested in being friends or anything after this, I wouldn't blame you. I know I can be kind of a lot." Third suture closed. She clipped the thread, backing away, placing the needle down on its piece of wax paper.
"You can move."
He turned to face her, forehead crinkled, eyes bright. “Hang on, are you saying you thought I don’t like you?"
Han froze.
"Is that not what…When I came here the next day, you wouldn’t come anywhere near me!”
"Well, I was nervous, but I wanted to give you space in case you were feeling negatively about things. You seemed…upset.”
Han felt her whole worldview collapse around her. His distance hadn't been rejection, but respect? And by getting sensitive and spiky, she'd effectively communicated to him that she wasn't interested. She clapped a bloody hand over her mouth to keep from breaking into hysterical, panicked laughter.
"Are you fucking kidding me," she breathed.
"I'm sensing we need to back up a couple of steps."
"I'll say. Let me," she closed her eyes for a second, “finish with this."
Reth returned to his place against the counter obediently, but he couldn't hid the smile that was tugging at one side of his mouth, the creases of amusement at the corners of his eyes, the flush of his cheeks. It was extremely distracting, especially as Han was trying to focus on cleaning the sutures.
When they were more or less clean, Han gathered the final few items she needed. The healing salve was both a potent anti-inflammatory and antibiotic, and she applied it liberally to the wound and sutures. Then she rolled a small amount of cotton up, placing it as a barrier against the salve. Finally, she applied a strip of bandage, which had been soaked with an adhesive.
"That should stay on for three days, then we can change it. Hopefully it will only need one change."
"Adventurer, field medic, criminal co-conspirator. Is there anything you can't do?"
Han laughed, her first real laugh in a while. She shook her head, moving to wash her face and hands, then she started to pack up her things. It was going to take a while for her to get her head on straight, for her feelings to re-sort themselves out. She kind of felt like she’d been turned upside-down, shaken, and then spun around.
"Can that wait for a second?"
She glanced up. Reth was holding something behind his back. She straightened, taking a step toward him.
"I was going back and forth on sending you this. I wanted to, but I was worried you didn’t…”
He took out a letter in one hand, and a long, thin paper-wrapped package with the other. She took the package gingerly, certain at once that she knew what it was. Her heart thudded in her ears, almost drowning out his voice.
"I had Zeki enchant it, it's not supposed to die for like, a year."
Sure enough, it was a delicate, deep red flower. Its petals arched gracefully away from a shining pink center, the pollen dusting them catching the light like glitter. A heartdrop lily.
Han stared at it for longer than she should have, feeling the cogs of her brain slowly process what it was, what it meant, and ask itself “when did he get this?”. She didn’t voice the question, instead turning her attention to the letter.
Han,
I'm not sure if this is the right way to do this, but I dont know what else to do. Things were weird the other day.
You can disregard this if you want, I’ll understand, but I didn't feel right letting it go yet.
So… now you know. See you soon, I hope.
-Reth
Han looked up, meeting Reth's gaze. His deep blue eyes searched her for something, his expression tight and hesitant and hopeful. He seemed a little more reserved than a few moments ago, a little more like he wasn't sure where they stood. A smile tugged at the corner of Han’s mouth.
"So, are we stupid, or what?"
He smiled too, lopsided so that it didn’t hurt. He took a few hesitant steps toward her, closing the distance between them. She thought he might kiss her, and she would be lying if she said she wasn’t interested, but instead he pulled her into a tight hug. He smelled like dirt and blood, but underneath that, like baking bread and salt. She pressed her cheek against his collarbone.
They stood like that for a while, holding each other tighter than was probably necessary. The adrenaline of the night combined with the relief of new understanding made them both a little wobbly. When Reth pulled away slowly, he kept ahold of one of her hands, shaking it like a greeting.
“Hi, I’m Reth, I like cooking and getting in over my head with illegal trade activities.”
“Oh, hi, Reth. I’m Han, I like painting and enacting dramatic rescues.” They grinned at each other. It felt good to tease and share a joke.
“You don’t happen to have a thing for guys with rugged facial scars, do you?”
“Now that you mention it, I think I might.”
“Great, cause I’m about to have one hell of a scar.”
This time, he did kiss her. It was light and sweet and he tasted like spice sprouts, warm on her tongue. Fire danced in her veins, her heart jumping to keep up. They were both smiling, and for a moment, the world fell completely away from them.
Just like life to come and teach me a lesson every time I swear I forget it
A New Direction?
Best known for his childhood roles in Superboy and the Newsies Legion and Paradise High — or, more recently, for showing up in TMZ in compromising positions — it seems Conner Kent has turned over a new leaf. Kent was recently announced as the lead of Rita Farr’s upcoming boardroom drama, joining previously announced cast members Basil Karlo (The Man with a Thousand Faces; Multiplicity) and Jennifer-Lynn Hayden (The CW’s Infinity, Inc.).
Kent’s casting is a departure for Farr, whose previous film projects have centred Garfield Logan (Space Trek 2022). Speculation has been rampant that Logan’s snub is due to his recent marriage and the rumours of Satanic rituals and occultism that surround his new wife, social media influencer Rachel Roth.
“Okay, Gar didn’t even audition, and it had nothing to do with his marriage,” Kon says, rolling his eyes at the tabloid post he’s just read aloud to Tim while they drive down to Metropolis. It’s not like Kon to go around reading his own media coverage, but he’s been particularly anxious this morning.
Tim is happy to play along if he needs a distraction. “Also, I know Rachel Roth, because WE has donated a bunch of money to her foundation. She’s a social media ‘influencer’ in that she’s providing an outreach program to help kids escape abusive biological families. She’s, like, Miss Honey from Matilda except she’s also goth,” he supplies.
“Yeah, pretty sure most of the ‘rampant speculation’ about occultism has come from this exact gossip magazine.”
Frank Langdon/Abby Langdon/Trinity Santos, 10K Explicit
“No. No. You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Frank says finally, face setting into that arrogant mask she remembers so well.
“She told me she was in love with me,” Trinity says, the words tumbling out. “That she’d never felt this way about anyone else, including you. That she’d leave you for me, if I’d take her. Sounds like I know a lot more than you do, bro.”
“She didn’t — you're lying —” Frank breathes, anger twisting his pretty-boy features, but Trinity can’t stop herself.
“Have I ever lied to you?” Trinity says. “Unlike you two, spinning a metric fuckton of bullshit. ‘I'm straight’, ‘I'm not an addict’, ‘I'm always here for you’, ‘I love you,’ ‘I care about the wellbeing of my children’—”
Fast and mean, nicking every artery she can find, bang bang bang til Frank’s in the fucking ground.
“Stop talking,” Frank shouts, literally throwing his hands up to get her to shut up. “Just stop fucking talking, Santos!”
Chapters: 6/6
Fandom: Dragon Age: Origins
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Major Character Death
Relationships: Anora Mac Tir/Female Warden, Anora Mac Tir/Female Tabris
Characters: Anora Mac Tir, Female Tabris (Dragon Age), Female Warden (Dragon Age), Alistair (Dragon Age), Loghain Mac Tir
Additional Tags: Angst, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Lovers to Strangers, Heartbreak, Smut, not me forgetting to tag smut smh
Summary:
Warden Asteria Tabris and (temporarily crownless) Queen Anora Theirin respect each other, and quickly grow to love each other as they prepare to face Anora's father at the Landsmeet. But Anora knows that it cannot last. Her duty to Ferelden must come before anything else, after all.
