sending love and an open invitation for loghainposting <333
literally talking to harker / @vigilskeep abt this right now but it's actually insane that he'll say & think things like oh everyone loves maric easily, maric wins loyalty easily and everyone's terrified of me and i dont care about it, and then you have cauthrien, whose life he saved and whose life he built and who wouldnt have had anything she did without him, basically on his side 100% even when he's not on his own side - even when you convince her not to fight you, she does it because she cares about him and his reputation and she basically all but begs you to spare him for the man he can be, and you have threnn who anora moves out of the fereldan court bc she's still vehemently defending loghain ten years later and the tone of her voice when she talks about what a fucking horrible shame it is for him to be destined to die for the deep roads and how he's the best general she's ever served bar none and if he's alive in the worldstate, she's fucking right, and he remembers her by name over a decade later. and he'll still say it's maric that people will flock to, to be willing to follow to the ends of the earth.
Alright fellow goblins, the pure filth WIP I've been talking about and hinting at for literally years is finally happening 😏
*If Student/Teacher fic bothers you, don't even look at the rest of this post*
We're starting out with high school Thrawn (17) having the hots for his sexy science teacher Fenn, and getting much, much dirtier from there. Mind the tags, and if you're so inclined please climb on in and join us in our handbasket ride to hell 💙
Chapter 1 on AO3, excerpt under the readmore below
“Thrawn.”
Thrawn started in his seat, abruptly realizing his name had already been called several times. He’d been dreamily watching Mr. Nisien lecturing— distracted in turns by the hint of dark chest hair peeking past the top of the teacher’s shirt; the silvery-grey streaks at his temples and that strong, lightly stubbled jaw; the way his mouth and throat moved while he spoke with that mesmerizingly low, warm, rumbling voice— and hadn’t been listening to what the teacher had actually been saying.
Again.
“I’m… sorry, sir. What- what was the question?” Thrawn stammered, desperately trying to fight down the hot blush creeping into his cheeks from both the titters of his classmates and the sound of his teacher sternly barking his name.
Mr. Nisien raised an eyebrow at him. “Perhaps I ought to ask someone who’s been paying attention, instead. Ronan?”
Sighing, Thrawn fought the urge to slouch down in his chair in embarrassment as Ronan immediately began droning on in that irritating know-it-all voice. He’d always done just fine in all his classes before— it was only this year, and only in Chemistry, that he constantly lost the ability to focus. And all because he couldn’t stop his mind wandering to extremely distracting fantasies about the unfairly attractive sixth form science teacher.
He wasn’t called on again, fortunately, and spent the rest of the period trying with partial success to will away his usual persistent half-erection before he had to stand up to leave. When the bell rang, he started shoving everything into his bag with no small measure of relief, listening with half an ear as the teacher called out homework reminders over the bustle and general hubbub of twenty-odd students packing up books and binders and already chattering amongst themselves.
“Not you, Thrawn,” Mr. Nisien said firmly, catching Thrawn’s eyes just as he started making his way up the aisle towards the door. “A word.”
Threnn: I served Ferelden under Teyrn Loghain Mac Tir. Best commanding officer this world has ever seen. After they all turned on him at Denerim, though, there wasn't much use for people who held that opinion.
