I should catch up on tags this evening. Sorry been editing dabb and getting art ready and stuff. But also lowkey working on stuff for @shadow-dragon-week. Maybe not get to everything I want to do but here's a snippet I been toying with.
In which Riley Mercar should learn to mind his own business. And stay out of Lena, Ashur, and Tarquin's business. I'm sure Gladius is laughing his ass off.
"You don't understand-"
But before Riley could continue, he felt a cold presence behind him. Like a shadow the woman in question appeared, all pointed smiles and deadly grace as her pale blue eyes caught his and held him enthralled. A viper in her own right, fingers playing along the daggers on her hip as if she would strike him with her fangs.
"And what don't we understand, Riley Mercar?" Lena asked as she approached him with measured steps. "If you would be so kind as to enlighten us all…"
Rules for your Copy and Paste: Free form a blurb or drawing based on the weekly lyrics prompt. It doesn't have to include the prompt just whatever you're inspired to write, write it! Then tag some friends so they can play as well. It doesn't have to be finished on Thursday just post it whenever you can (you have a whole week between Thursdays).
This week's Banger just really jumped out and spoke to me so I hope it does the same for you. I am getting suggestions for weekly bangers and I love that and am adding them to the request line.
No matter what happens, he cannot come between us again
I know we're better than friends- Million Dollar Baby by Tommy Richman
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Let's go a little Lenashur this week. From my The Dragon's Den series. Where a broken-hearted Lena has returned home to Ashur after Lucanis broke up with her. Special thank you to @redheadsramblings for a line I stole from one of her comments
“Ashur-”
The Shadow Dragon leader looked up from his desk as the door creaked open. Revealing his smallest dragon, his little assassin, with rumpled parchment clutched in hand. His jaw already clenching as he saw her red rimmed eyes. Her lip trembling as he closed the space between them in three strides. Not pausing as he pulled her into the safety of his arms. Where she belonged, would always have a home, as a fresh wave of tears began to fall.
“Shhh, whatever it is I'm here,” he murmured gently against her hair as she clung to him.
He wanted to scream in frustration, but it wouldn't help the situation. It had been a week, an entire seven days since his Rook had her last breakdown. Since they stood on the roof and he forgave her. Since she kissed him softly through the leather of his mask.
It had gone no further and he was happy enough with his little slice of heaven. She needed time. Support. His fragile Lena healing the pain that bastard had caused. But Ashur would always be there to catch her. Love her. As he had silently done for years, and would continue for decades more.
If he didn't finally lose his control and kill the Crow for what he had done. The Divine was supposed to show mercy above all else, but some sins were beyond forgiveness.
Especially when she pressed the note against his armoured chest. A shudder running through her as she took a ragged breath. “He- wrote to me,” she whispered as her gaze fixed on the ground. “He wants me to come to Treviso. To- talk about what happened.”
He was glad he wore his mask, though it did little to hide the growl that rumbled from his chest. And the low curse of venhedis that escaped him when she jumped from the harsh sound and obvious anger radiating from him. Fear in her eyes that he hated to be the cause of as she subtly pulled away.
“Little assassin, I'm sorry. I didn't mean-” He attempted to reach for her but she sidestepped him. Her head clearer now that she was no longer wrapped in his arms.
“It's alright,” she brushed off as she stuffed her emotions back down. Hiding from him for the first time since her return to Minrathous. “I will deal with this.”
It wasn't Lucanis that finally broke his careful leash on his emotions, it was her. The coldness in her eyes as she turned from him. The stiffness to her shoulders as she walked towards the door.
There was only so much one man could endure. So much understanding he could give. The Divine spoke for the Heavens, but he needed someone on earth to keep him grounded. And now that his anchor had returned to him, he was in danger of losing her once more.
“Rook.” Her name was a command, an order from his lips. A tone he rarely used with his little assassin, and one that had her freezing in her tracks.
“Yes boss?” She didn't hide her annoyance, and he didn't care. Desperation made men crazy, as did fiery women with pouty lips and broken hearts.
“Look little assassin,” he began in a calmer tone as her body visibly relaxed. “I have not said much these last few weeks regarding that Crow, and I feel I have been very understanding.”
She cast a look of uncertainty over her shoulder at him as he spoke. A call that he answered as he stepped forward and gloved fingers reached out to dance along her jaw. “We are friends, Lena. Better than friends if we will both be honest with each other.” She licked her lips then, a subtle agreement that made his heart thunder in his ears.
“I want no secrets between us,” he said as he leaned forward. Her eyes fluttered closed as his words echoed into her very soul. “I love you, amate. I always have. And while I support whatever decision you make, I'm not sure how much more my heart can take if you return to him.” It was true. He would always be there as her friend, but a return to Lucanis would be the end for anything further between the two of them.
She smiled then. A warmth as if she knew a secret she was about to share. Turning to reach up as she unclasped the buckle of his mask. Calloused fingers tracing the angles of his face. Until her thumb came to the fullness of his lips and he sucked in a breath.
“Good,” she replied with a slight grin as the last of the tension finally left her. “I just needed to hear that. That- you would never let him come between us again. That you would protect me. Even from myself.”
She was still fragile, but he made her strong. Enough that she could face the days ahead. That she could continue to heal. That she could reach out for something new. Something she had been craving for much longer than she had allowed herself to realize.
She kissed him then. A full press of her mouth to his that was gentle at first, but grew more hungry as he pulled her against his chest and greedily took all that she offered. Only stopping when a soft whimper escaped her. Satisfied when he looked down to see her lips swollen and her eyes unfocused.
“I promise little assassin,” he chanted as his lips ghosted a soothing train across her brow, “No one will ever take you from me again.”
Rules for your Copy and Paste: Free form a blurb or drawing based on the weekly lyrics prompt. It doesn't have to include the prompt just whatever you're inspired to write, write it! Then tag some friends so they can play as well. It doesn't have to be finished on Thursday just post it whenever you can (you have a whole week between Thursdays).
This week's Banger brought to you by @fiberpunk027 who suggested on of my favorite songs for use.
I don't know what I'm supposed to do
Haunted by the ghost of you
Oh, take me back to the night we met - Lord Huron
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Yes I know it's still Davrin week. And while these lyrics work perfectly for the Veilguard's mightiest hero, I am celebrating EMS week with @amlusa. This is in response to Caffeine, Nicotine, and Spite one of the best AUs I have ever read. So have a little Lenashur. A little Ashurook that's sad
“Medic one to med control over…”
Lena's face went pale as the radio buzzed before her. She knew that voice. Would recognize Luca's clipped accent anywhere.
For fucks sake. She had known it was going to be a bad night when she stalled out on I95. But this… this was something she wasn't sure she was ready for.
Thankfully, Lorelei appeared at her side and smashed the receiver as she grabbed a pen. “Med control to medic one. Go ahead over.” Her fellow nurse shot her a wink as she wrote down whatever was coming in. From the lazy way she rolled her eyes, it wasn't anything serious. Though Lena couldn't process the report over the rushing sound building in her ears.
It had only been a few months since she returned to her charge position in the ER at Minrathous General. She had been doing well so far. Going to therapy. Taking her meds. Actually sleeping most nights.
But now it was all rushing back. That night. The trauma. Luca calling in. His voice breaking through the static on the line.
“Lena, I'm so sorry. It's Ashur-”
Her mama always said don't marry heroes. Of course, her dad had been a Marine. And just like her Ashur, he was KIA. A nice flag in a case to press against her chest when she sobbed into the darkness. Haunted by the ghost of him everywhere she looked. Even here, at work, she was reminded of the night they met.
And the night she lost the only man she had ever loved to the duty he held above all else. Nurses and EMS. The best of the worst combo.
“Are you gonna be alright, Mercar?” Tarquin asked as looked across the nurse's station at her. He was trying to act tough, but there was a similar paleness to his face as memories flooded him as well. Ashur had been his best friend. They went through fire academy together. Hell even had matching medic tattoos. And he had been working PRN as a tech that fateful night.
She wasn't sure if she hated or loved that he went through the same hell she did. Maybe if he would have been with her love, Ashur would have made it out alive.
Or she would have just lost them both. And Maker, was she thankful to have his presence right now.
“Yeah I’ll be ok. Gotta leave the baggage at the door yanno.” She shook her head as she tried to focus once again on her work. Her nurses needed her to get her head out of her ass. There were patients to save. Docs to wrangle. Admin to appease. The usual shit.
No time for her to dwell on her broken heart.
But as a heavy hand fell on her shoulder and she looked up to see Tarquin's reassuring smile, the world seemed to still. He brought her a calmness. A peace she only knew when he was near. He had been the only reason she survived these last few months.
And she didn't know what she would do without him.
I should catch up on tags this evening. Sorry been editing dabb and getting art ready and stuff. But also lowkey working on stuff for @shadow-dragon-week. Maybe not get to everything I want to do but here's a snippet I been toying with.
In which Riley Mercar should learn to mind his own business. And stay out of Lena, Ashur, and Tarquin's business. I'm sure Gladius is laughing his ass off.
"You don't understand-"
But before Riley could continue, he felt a cold presence behind him. Like a shadow the woman in question appeared, all pointed smiles and deadly grace as her pale blue eyes caught his and held him enthralled. A viper in her own right, fingers playing along the daggers on her hip as if she would strike him with her fangs.
"And what don't we understand, Riley Mercar?" Lena asked as she approached him with measured steps. "If you would be so kind as to enlighten us all…"
Hi everyone. I'm sorry I disappeared for a week or so. I had some personal stuff go on. I'm ok. I am slowly returning. Please don't worry. We should return for another week of Thursday Bangers this week.
DMs are open if people want to ask I don't mind talking about it all. Missed you guys.
Sliding my current weekly work list down here
Foray Into Antivan - Bellara asks Teia to help her learn Antivan for Lucanis. Viago can't help but interfere. Bellara maybe writes down the ensuing argument and makeup that she fans the flames of. And learns a fun phrase along the way
Discordant Days on Repeat - letters and Lenashur. How bad can it hurt right?
No Rest for the Wicked - Davrin is sent down south for the Wardens. Rook chooses to accompany him. They get trapped during a snow storm. Welcome to forced proximity and my shameless these two need to get it on like Donkey Kong
Violet Hue - For DreadRook Week Day 3 - Mirrors
Rook has escaped the Fade Prison and reflects on all that has happened between her and Solas
Aka Baby Girl is pissed
Flowers for the Living - Marina and Emmrich discuss his lichdom. She does not approve
Aka Antivan women have a way
I Had You For a Time - Dreadrook Week Day 4 - Regrets/"And I suppose I had you"
The final battle has come, and Rook isn't in a forgiving mood
why do you write the viper like some kinda caricature? i was excited for more stuff about him but he seems like all he is is a big guy and is so possessive and calling your rook little all the time.....does he have a personality? it feels a bit racist at times honestly the way he acts like just this huge boss guy for your rook to be hung up on
Because I'm just a shitty fanfic writter out here writing what I enjoy. With my no personality Mary sues being in love with each other and living life with their size differences and possessive behavior.
@basedonconjecture tagged me (along with the likes 50 other tags I had but we won't talk about that as I shove them in the closet)
Anyway only going to tag some usual suspects since I will tag the whole list in my Thursday Banger in a bit but @blackwall-my-tiny-husband @davrinsleftpectoral @jenn2d2 @mythals-whore @serensama @elishnord @chaosherald @vorchagirl @babblingrook @amlusa @serstolas @sandcastlekings @archduchessgortash @biowaredisasterbisexual @waxlyricalmoon
And if you are reading this...
You
Um.... back to kinktober anyone?
It had always been like this between them from their first moments together. Their passion was a raging inferno that threatened to consume them both, and fuck how she loved to dance in the flames.
He tasted like victory, like dark desire, like something forbidden and sharp with broken promise.
She tasted like sin and salvation all at once, and he couldn't get enough as his rough fingers tangled in the soft strands of her hair.
Ashur wasn't quite sure when this became their new norm. When he found himself nightly with Rook curled up in his arms. But he wouldn't complain as her breath fanned his cheek. Fingers tensing as she dreamed, as she reached for him in her sleep.
