#microficlet

[jellysharkbat]

What if...

Dorian had a reaction to something? For a split second, the threat of blood magic was so real that Dorian saw his father; a man determined to get his way and destroy Dorian in the process.

Then he blinks and he's in Cullen's arms, sword-roughened hands sweeping down his back and cradling his head as a soft Ferelden voice murmurs nonsensical reassurances to him.

It's okay.

I have you.

Just breathe.

You're safe now.

[ladykf-writes]

shit, it's the same cover but a different edition.

“What?” Angeal glanced at Genesis, baffled.

“It’s a different edition - the book is different, I know it by heart!” Genesis insisted, staring wide-eyed at the passage he’d been at. “Son of a bitch, does that mean there’s more? How did I not know this?”

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[ladykf-writes]

"I can read you better than a comic book?" Genesis wondered if the boy was illiterate.

“Do you think that’s clever?” Genesis asked, arching a brow. He’d heard an abundance of pickup lines, but that one was truly awful; he was going to chalk it up to age. The teenager flushed and stammered, before quickly retreating.

“Maybe he means he likes staring at you for hours,” Zack offered, grinning as he slid an arm around his boyfriend’s waist. “Cause I know I do.”

[ladykf-writes]

"Believe it or not, Veld," said Vincent, "I actually do know what I'm doing."

Veld eyed his partner over his coffee cup, scowling. He was on his second cup of the morning and things made no more sense than the first time he’d walked into the back yard. Vincent was still sitting in the middle of a ring of materia, with a gods damned summon on his lap. “An’ what the fuck are you doing? Because this looks like mystic shit an’ we have talked about this.”

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[ladykf-writes]

Zack Fair didn't want to admit he was in over his head.

It couldn’t be that hard, right? Angeal did it all the time! Alright, bad example, Angeal was a First and also had a good three inches on him without even getting into those shoulders or sheer strength. But his puppy eyes were better, and he was armed with really good coffee. He could do this.

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