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spicywarl0ck · 3 months

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Happy Friday! How about “You’re breathtaking” for Fenhawke?

Thank you so very much for this ask x3 I had something romantic in my mind, but when I started writing, I remembered the first time I encountered Fenris in DA2, so this came out instead. @dadrunkwriting Pairing: Fenris/male Hawke Rated: T (only because of blood) Length: 519

There could have been many words he could’ve uttered when he watched the blood-covered elf step down the stairs, but he never knew why the following sentence had escaped his lips instead.

“You’re breathtaking.” Hawke couldn’t pry his eyes from the still faintly glowing eyes. He didn’t even notice the baffled faces of his companions as they looked at him in disbelief from behind him.

What he noticed, however, was the slight arch in the elf’s dark brows when he came to a halt before him, cocking his head to the side in slight irritation.

“I apologise.” He chose to ignore the strange remark obviously as he paced around them. “When I asked Anso to provide a distraction for the hunters, I had no idea they’d be so numerous.” the elf added, his voice so smooth it baffled Hawke.

By the Maker, he had just watched this man tearing a heart out of a chest. That act alone should alert all his senses.

But he was a Hawke, and all he could think about was how beautiful the elf’s skin looked as the moonlight fell onto it and how the white hair fell so smoothly into his face. Not to mention the graceful way he moved around Hawke and his party.

“I…” he coughed as his voice gave way. “I take it they were looking for you?”

“Correct.” The elf’s green eyes studied him as he turned around. There didn’t seem to be any more hidden hunters waiting to ambush them. “My name is Fenris. These men were imperial bounty hunters. Hired to reclaim a Magister’s lost property. Namely myself.”

Hawke took only half the words in as he studied Fenris, getting lost in the green eyes and smooth lips as they moved.

He had never seen a man more beautiful or terrifying, but he couldn’t betray the fast pace his heartbeat took upon as it threatened to burst through his ribcage. There just was something about him.

“So, you needed help taking them out, I take it? So you hired Anso, who hired us?” Varric concluded since Hawke hadn’t been moving, the mage's lips moving like a fish gasping for water.

“Correct. I couldn’t face them alone, and thankfully, Anso chose wisely.” Fenris's lips twitched as he spoke his praise.

It wasn’t truly a smile, but enough to take Hawke’s breath away again. He realised it might have been that infamous love at first sight, which probably was a bit strange, considering the elf was still covered in his enemy's blood.

But honestly, that wouldn’t be the first strange thing Hawke ever felt or did.

“If they were slavers, then they deserve their fate.” Hawke tried to sound smooth but failed. At least Varric’s face told him so. “So what happens now?”

“They’re not the only ones in town. There will be more. Besides, ” Fenris ducked beside one of the corpses, face turning into a sneer. “It’s as I thought. Their Master accompanied them. I need to confront him before he finds me first.”

Fenris paused for a moment, eyes studying Hawke.

“And I could use some help.”

#dragon age #dragon age fanfiction #prompt #writing #fenhawke #dadrunkwriting #my writing #prompt fill #dadwc #fenris #hawke #Fenris/male Hawke #male Hawke/Fenris #first time meeting #Hawke is a dork #this was my reaction to meeting Fenris okay?#don't take this too serious

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the-human-fionna · 5 months

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@multi-muse-transect

First time meeting starters (put here because Tumblr won't let me save and edit asks put into drafts)

✋ - Your muse is in trouble and my muse decides to lend a helping hand (going with adult Fionna since no version specified)

Fionna had been improving her athletic and fighting abilities since her last world-hopping adventures and was glad that she had been working on it now that she was world-hopping again.

She found herself in a version of Ooh that looked almost just like the one her friend Simon had been from but knew there had to be something different.

It did not take very long before she found out what one of those differences were when she came across someone in trouble, hanging off a cliff.

Fionna raced to them and immediately grabbed the person's arms to pull them up to safety.

"Are you okay?" She asked though cut her own sentence off as she looked to see who it was.

At first she was angry at seeing him but something seemed different about him, he had a few different features, not looking exactly the same.

"Um, do I know you? You look familiar," she couldn't help but ask to be sure.

#multi muse transect #first time meeting

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starclast · 6 months

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When we first met...

“Oh, that reminds me! We haven't properly introduced ourselves yet!”

...I didn't know what to expect...

“The name's Zuke!”

...I had just lost my job...

“And you are?”

...and you were no more than a street musician...

“...Mayday”

...But in the end...

“Miss Mayday eh? Nice to meet you then!”

...I took your hand.

#no straight roads #no straight roads fanart #no straight roads comic #nsr #nsr fanart #nsr swap #swap #swap wolrd #nsr comic #mini comic #nsr mayday #mayday #nsr zuke #zuke #implied mayzuke #bunkbed junction #b2j #first time meeting #traditional drawing

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notgoru · 5 months

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Title: What’s his name?

Description: A mother is sending her disobedient eleven year old son to military school. This is her first encounter with the Lieutenant. More words…Blah. Read to find out what happens next.

Author’s Note: ENJOY! i’m writing more but it’s only little pieces like this! i figured that it’s better than nothing *shrug*

The room I was standing in looked expensive.

The trash cans I passed by to get inside said room were definitely more expensive than whatever I was wearing. I didn’t even want to be here. I didn’t want it to ever come to this, but at last, I followed the yellow brick road all the way to military school. No, not for me, but for my wonderful child.

Not the sarcasm. If my child was wonderful, I wouldn’t have to call off from work, wake up very early to get here at the crack of dawn, and sweat out my silk press to finally place my feet in the principal’s office. But since this was a military school, what was the correct wording? General’s building? Commanding officer’s? President’s?

He would tell me. The he who has not turned around from facing the window since we arrived not long ago. All my wonderful child and I have had the pleasure of looking at and talking to was the furniture surrounding us. The desks, the chairs, and the goddamn wallpaper were screaming one word: broke, broke, broke. I didn’t know how long I could take the insults. Although it was very dull inside the room—a clown would cry in this room and it seemed like the decorator had a fear of bright colors—I wanted out. I was uncomfortable. I’ve been standing here for at least two minutes and hadn’t been regarded for. I knew that he knew we had come in. The huge hardwood door opening and closing was a big factor in my discovery.

I was losing my patience. I looked to my right and saw my child—I had to pause—standing still?

Who was this child to the right of me and where did my crazy baby boy go?

I promise you this eleven year old boy had less patience than an infant. One time we had been standing outside Ralphs Supermarket and we spotted a girl outside selling Girl Scout cookies. I picked up a box and paid for mine and since he had an allowance, I made him pay for the things he wanted. He wanted cookies, so he gave the young girl his money. There was trouble opening the cash register, so a minute had passed by, but a minute was too long for this child. He made a noise then threw the box of cookies right at her father’s pudgy stomach.

Of course I had to buy ten boxes of cookies because of the occurrence—I didn’t want any legal trouble. I yelled, I cursed, and I took his iPad away, but things like that still occurred. He didn’t take me seriously and everytime I did yell or curse, I felt bad about it later—he was my only baby. I didn’t like to see him upset. I didn’t like being upset at him.

Yes, it was a tough situation. And even tougher situations came out of it because of my style of parenting—which was why I was here. Here being ignored. I had to speak, so I spoke,

“Um excuse me sir—“

Finally, he turned around and. . .and. . and what are we talking about again? Oh, his eyes? Well they were more sparkly than a disco ball. My eyes were definitely dancing all over him. His face, his arms, his uniform—

Stop. This was my son’s principal. No, Officer. No, General?

“Please sit down.” He said. His voice was just as I imagined. Deep and captivating.

Strangely it felt like that please was forced out.

My son and I moved around from standing next to the door and sat down in the chairs that were placed in front of the desk. Well actually—I was the only one who sat down. My son—my wonderful son—said,

“Mom, I don’t want to be here.”

I gave him a small encouraging smile. “I know baby, but you’ve been kicked out of three schools and I don’t have the ability to persuade you into another school again. This school will be perfect for you.”

“I’m not a baby.” Was the only thing he said to me in response, still standing.

“Sit down, son.” Mr. Curtain Watcher spoke up from behind the desk, sat in his chair.

And to my surprise, my son listened.

Mr. Military man wasn’t done with speaking though. He continued, “Your mother believes that this school is a perfect fit for you, so that means that I believe that this school is the perfect fit for you. Do you want me to become a liar?”

“No.” My little boy replied back in a small breath. It seemed that my little baby was nervous around this man and I knew this because his knee was bopping uncontrollably and he kept gulping.

I didn’t know whether to laugh or comfort him.

Scary man who made my son nervous turned his attention back to me. Weirdly, it caused me to sit up in my seat straighter. I didn’t know why I was slightly scared of the man. I wasn’t attending the school. “Ms. Rontol, it seems to me that you already filled out all the required documents online, you paid your fees and have turned in his suitcases to the front desk. Great. That makes my job easier.” Suddenly, he stopped gawking at me and switched it to my son. His eyes moving up and down. “I noticed that we have your address on file, were you not able to receive a package of the uniform?”

“Oh, we received it.” I said. His eyes moved back to me and I had to take a gulp. Why did it seem like I was in the hot seat? “I just didn’t think it was required for the first day.”

“It’s required. Every time he steps foot on campus, he’s required to wear a uniform.”

My back went straight. Is it really that big of a deal? He wasn’t officially a student until I left the premises. “Okay well I was going to take him out to lunch after this meeting, for our final goodbye, and I didn’t want him to be fitted up at Taco Bell.”

That was a joke. Like I would ever take my child to rotten Taco Bell… McDonald’s is more my forte.

It was silent for a second after my response. Then he said, “We have a dress code for everyone who steps on campus; including parents. It’s only fair that everyone applies by the same rules.”

I wanted to laugh. “What? I have to wear a uniform too?”

“No, but we have guidelines.”

“Excuse me? Are you trying to say something?” I didn’t think he even saw my outfit. The whole time we’ve been here, his eyes have either been connected directly with mine or on my son. Trust me, I would’ve felt if his gaze had wandered down a bit. Not because it's him, but I knew when anyone’s gaze wandered down a little too far for my liking.

I wasn’t even wearing anything scandalous. This outfit was produced from the modest side of my closet. My shirt did have a drop down v neck and because I was blessed in the chest area, some cleavage was showing, but you have to be kidding me? It was an ounce of cleavage and my skirt was past my knees. I was basically a nun.

“All I’m trying to do is inform you of the rules.” The man behind the desk said. “Your child watches everything you do and say.” He rudely reminded me.

But he was right. To my right, Knight—my son—was staring at me with wide eyes and an open wide. He couldn’t believe that I just talked back to the teacher.

“Yes, of course. I will look at the dress code right when I get back in the car.” I faked a smile and agreed.

“Great.” He said.

“Great. I said.”

#first time meeting #writing #wattpad author #romance #romantic #singlemom #cold man #sharingbcwhynot #drafts #original writing #not fanfic #original content

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selenadrawsstuff · 1 year

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Elsa, do you remember when you and Victor first met?

E: Of course! We were really really small and was about to rehearse for a Halloween performance at our school. We had to play a big part together so we decided to get to know each other a little bit more. At the end of the performance we had to kiss! That’s when we realized that we liked each other!

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colorfulspiderwoman · 2 years

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Maybe I Don’t Hate Geese

By colorfulspiderwoman

A Heartstopper Oneshot, fluff and soulmate au, idk how many words & I’m not gonna check

I suppose I didn’t expect this to happen in this way… but I suppose I never expected it to happen but then it always does. I look down the hallway at it, it stares straight back at me. It looks like it is giving me a moment to run, but I wait for things to be different.

Maybe this time it won’t, maybe this time it will be nice? Trying to give the thing some sympathy. But it only glares at my soul, I know it is going to attack me, and I’m scared.

It bends it head down,

I move backwards a step,

It’s wings are spread,

I look for an opening in the crowded hallway,

than bobs it head up and down, I start to quick shuffle to an opening,

And finally,

“HONK, HONK, HONK”

I sprint down the hallways.

“Fuck,” “fuck,” “Fuck,” I curse as my mind wonders, why the bloody hell does this keep happening to me?

(Charile age 7)

I love it when Tori and I can go to the park. Usually I don’t like the outdoors much, but with Tori it’s more fun.

We aren’t the one to run a lot so we explore the ground and trees. I see a ladybug on a plant and go to pick it up, it’s so small in my hands.

My grandpa says I have much too small hands for a boy my age, but they look so big compared to the ladybug. I like bugs, or at least the pretty ones. I don’t care for plain beetles, but Tori also likes bugs. Dad says that’s unique because most girls don’t like bugs.

Dad is in the car on a phone call, we are supposed to leave in the next thirty minutes or so, but I don’t mind, I get to see Grandma and Grandpa later today. I like seeing them. I always get treats.

I want to show Tori my ladybug, she sits under a tree reading a small book, she is almost entirely still. Tori doesn’t look for bugs with me anymore, Dad says it’s unique for her to like bugs but girls at her school called her weird for liking bugs. Tori doesn’t help me look for bugs anymore.

I stay with the ladybug in my hands and look at my sister, she looks sad. I don’t want to make her unset by showing her the bug, but I don’t want her to be sad all alone.

I sit down and look around at the rest of the park,

A man with his wife on bicycles,

A woman setting up a picnic with her toddler,

And at a football game of boys my age, I suddenly feel a bit nervous, I always get nervous around boys my age. Mom says it’s because I am just sensitive and shy and one day I won’t feel nervous around them. I don’t know if I believe her yet.

I watch them kick the ball around, I could ask to play, but I think I want to hang around Tori until she feels better. I look at the game one more time. It looks like another person is about to join the game as a blonde boy runs up, but then I see it.

A goose, no more than six feet away from me.

I didn’t know this park had geese. I reach out to pet it with the hand that is not holding the ladybug, it stares at me as I move closer. Then it moved its head down, and flared its wings. I stay still in confusion. Then it hisses, I stand confused as “HONK, HONK, HONK,” It runs towards me and I scream, running as fast as I can away from it.

I run over the mud, over the little creek, around the bushes, through the flowers, near the trees and I am about to run into the field when, “WAP!” I stop and look around. It’s Tori, with no more book in hand as she had thrown it at the goose.

Tori stood firm, but the goose looks like it’s getting back up, Tori grabs my hand and runs us to the car. We ran quickly and Tori opened the door and got me in, but Tori barely made it but not before getting bit by the goose.

Dad turns around looking at his frazzled children and Tori’s now bleeding hand, asking us why we interrupted his phone call. We explained the goose, and the running, and Tori’s hand, Dad just laughed.

In fact he laughed until we got to Grandpa and Grandma’s house, and there in between the laughing he said to tell the story to Grandparents and we did, to which they started laughing.

After a minute or two, Grandpa interrupted the laughter by saying, “Chin up kiddo, a story like that will only happen once, you have a good story to tell.”

I laughed awkwardly, little did I know that I was going to wish Grandpa was right about this.

(Charlie age 13)

The park had become a bit of an unsafe zone for me since the Incidences. Since I was seven, I've had two goose attacks, both of them ending with me sprinting to the car. Other than seven I was also attacked at age ten. Luckily Tori had been with me both times and saved me. She still has the goose bite mark since the seven year old goose attack.

This made me have a bit of fear of goose. Or geese. Whichever works. Either way I have been terrified to go to the park by myself. But now it’s different.

I have made a lot of friends since I was seven, or at least a lot of friends for me, Tao, Issac, and now Elle.

We all made friends because we weren't quite normal. I couldn’t make friends because I’m Charlie, I'm very highly anxious. Tao couldn’t make friends because he was just very… passionate about things. Issac had a hard time making friends because they always had their head in a book and barely looked up.

And Elle, well Elle came out as transgender and lots of people found that weird for some reason.

But nonetheless they all became friends, it was a strange mixture but it worked. In a lot of ways they all had fun with each other.

Now, they were all walking through the park, all with ice cream in hand. And for a moment Charlie forgot he was in the park. And little did his friends know that he needed to be aware when he was in the park.

“-and so as I was saying, DC movies have no reason to survive, and will die off within the next Marvel movie phase,” Tao said, moving their beanie a bit out of their face.

“Not really I mean think about it, DC has been around way longer than Marvel, comic-book-years-wise at least,” Issac interjected,

“Actually I think I’m gonna agree with Tao on this one, the DC movies are horrendous, and Marvel seems to be taking over the world,” Elle says twirling her short but growing hair.

“Maybe they’ll actually-“ I start but don’t finish, as I make eye contact with once again the only goose in the park.

“Bloody hell,” I whisper, as my friends stand very confused, at not hearing me curse very much and for apparently having an eye contact contest with a goose.

I think to myself don’t, don’t, please don’t.

It’s head bends down and I don’t wait for what to happen next, I drop my ice cream cone and start sprinting to my house.

As I run I hear my friends calling out for me but then I also hear “HONK, HONK, HONK,” so I decide not to stop and sprint all the way to my house.

Back at the house I quickly explained to my friends on the group chat what was happening and the other two stories of getting chased by a goose.

All that group chat had to say is that a new inside joke was created. And it was titled “Charlie don’t look now but there’s a Honk Honk.”

I am glad that my friends can laugh at it, I just wish that I could.

(Back to modern time)

Five times! This has happened to me five times, and why?! Who the bloody hell knows! I do have to give the goose points though this is the first time it tried to chase me not in a park, how did it even get to the school?

Not the matter now, now the goal is trying not to get bit by a goose well running to my next class.

I make it to the next hallway where my next class is, and for a moment I swear I see and hear another goose on the opposite end of the hallway. What the hell are they ganging up on me now? But I realize it looks like it’s chasing somebody else.

Thank. Fucking. God.

I run into the classroom as the hissing gets too close to my legs for comfort. I barely get a chance to say good morning to the teacher when I have to run over to a table and jump up away from the goose.

The goose starts to calm down a little bit but not enough to try and stop getting onto the table. Then all of a sudden a tall blonde boy runs into the classroom, and what was tailing him? but a god forbidden goose.

He sees my idea and runs up to the same table, having to grab my arms to get up, and once he gets up with a little room on the table, he kind of just holds me there.

At that moment the geese seemed to calm down. In all my years of being chased by geese they have never calmed down well I was around.

I’m not sure if I’m all safe yet from them, but I do look at the boy is holding me, he’s tall, blonde, a bit familiar, seems to be covered in freckles, but the thing I seem to notice in that moment is that he is very, very cute.

“Hi,” he says still holding me, but looking in my eyes,

“Hi,” I say back with a sneaking blush coming to my face,

“Nice to know someone has similar problems as you,” he smiles,

“What?” I question,

He points at the geese,

“Oh yeah…Yeah!” I laugh, it’s weird I have never been able to laugh at my misfortune with the goose but now I feel so easy to.

“Nick Nelson by the way,” he says.

“Charlie Spring” I say in return.

We stood there for a moment.

“Ahem,” The teacher says,

“Oh right of course,” We climbed off the desk as the goose was all calm and now it was picked up by two older boys in class and thrown out the window.

we sit down next to each other, he looks me in the eyes and I look in his.

Maybe the goose wasn’t so misfortunate after all.

Nick; “Oh my God you got chased around by a goose five times too?!”

Charlie; “Yes, like honestly what the hell.”