#this chapter was fun

[goldenstorm0]

everybody shut up, this is the most important thing ever

[shypitaya]

"Fluff continues"

"You said angst?"

"I SAID FLUFF"

aka my version of tadc beach episode

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[altschmerzes]

drive the wedge

a (very long) slow horses gen fic about kidnapping, trauma, survival, recovery, and what a family is and isn’t

At the end of 4x05, Patrice abducts River at gunpoint. This time, they go to a remote, isolated manor where Frank is waiting for them. The slow horses do not see or hear from River again for almost five months. During that time, Frank does his level best to break River and rebuild him into a tool he can use, with Patrice as his assisting shadow. This… doesn’t really work. In fact, the process ends up breaking not River, but someone else.

Meanwhile, Slough House is on overdrive trying to find a missing colleague who the Park is all to quick to deem presumed dead and rubber-stamp his file as such. Louisa almost quits, and finds an odd solace in working alongside Lamb to try to bring their missing agent home. She is having a bad one - the maybe-loss of her best friend is tearing her apart.

It all comes to a head when Louisa follows a lead that she knows better than to follow. She is meant to be the last blow that destroys River's resolve. It doesn't shake out like that. By the time they're both rescued, it's a long road to recovery. But there is a road, and there's help along the way.

chapter six up now on ao3!

“Arrangements made for us to meet this CIA contact of yours?” she asks. “CIA contact of a contact of mine, to be pedantic, but yes. Got your things?” Louisa nods. “Let’s go, then. We’ll get a cab, I’m not parking at Heathrow.”

[mythals-whore]

have i mentioned i love them lately?

anyway, new chapter, excerpt below (:

faction dividers here <3

"I go where you go," Davrin says finally, unwavering.

Her mouth pulls at one corner, a bitter taste in her mouth. "Thought you'd say that."

His head tilts just slightly to one side, brow creasing. She offers him an indigent smile, one that attempts to cover the horrifying truth with an easier-to-swallow lightness. Davrin leans fully against the banister now, sliding until his shoulder is pressed to hers. He extends an arm past the rail, palm turned over in offering. After a moment of hesitation, Cyri threads their fingers together.

She stares at their entwined hands for a long moment.

How long has it been since all this started? She feels a hundred years older since she first returned to Minrathous with Varric. It's been little more than a year. Herself and her city an unrecognizable wasteland.

She looks into Davrin's face, the one that twisted her tongue the first time she saw it. Those eyes that made it impossible to staunch her words when that often seemed like the cleverest idea. Always patient, always amused. He'd been waiting for her, she's sure now. Waiting for her to realize that the reason she had to run was that she wanted to stay.

It all feels like some sort of sick joke. One to which she's realizing the punchline after everyone else has long since left the party.

When did you know? Cyri thinks of asking, wondering if the answer would make her feel better or worse. She can't pinpoint the moment for herself, though she imagines it was somewhere between their first kiss and realizing that she was more afraid of missing him than of staying.

"I can't lose you, Davrin." She tells him plainly. Her fingers have tightened around his, her bones pressing in to the point of discomfort. "I know what it feels like. And I can't."

[melonsinthesky]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapter #05: Midnight Reveals

[Damian is always right. He just is, like right now, he doesn’t remember why or how he knows, but he does. The headache isn’t helping much.]

[gayalanwake]

AHHHH NO WONDER PEOPLE ARE HOMOPHOBIC!!! THIS IS SCARY AS FUCK!!!!

[diveintovortex]

Oh, sweetie! 🥹

[goodfellowe]

Unexpectedly, there was movement- less like the hulking form of Queen Vanessa, but more like a visible trembling of the air inside, obscured by shadows.  A sudden weariness crept up her spine, and with it, the prickling sensation reminding her that she wasn’t supposed to be here, kicking up dust and stirring what wasn’t meant to be stirred with her presence.

The Queen's Labyrinth (AO3)

Chapter 2: Frost, Carried on the Breeze

Continuing her search for Hattie, Bow finds herself at Vanessa’s manor. It turns out she’s not the only one with an interest in what hides behind closed doors.