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angstywaifu · 3 months

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The Lost Sister - Part 5

Synopsis: Xaden is known as an only child due to his sister who 'died' during the Rebellion. Little do they know she didn't die and has been so close this entire time.

Garrick Tavis x OC A/N: Thank you for all the love on this little series guys! Literally makes my day seeing you guys interact with it. Little bit of a shorter one, but I hope you like it. Been thinking about maybe taking requests? Obviously I am still quite new to this so I may not be good at writing everything. But if you have any ideas feel free to throw them my way :) The Lost Sister Masterlist | Masterlist

Challenges only happen once a week, so the next few weeks I continue to feel Imogen’s gaze on me every time we’re in the same room. Which is only a few times a day for meals and battle brief. But every single time I feel her eyes on me, watching my every move. I get the feeling the only reasons she hasn’t tried to start a fight already is us being on the same squad, and the fact I am Xaden’s sister.

As we stand around the mats watching the matches take place, I can practically hear my heart beating in my ears. I know I can hold my own on the mat, but something about the prospect of me being called up with Imogen terrifies me. The boys have assured me its nothing and I am over thinking. But the looks they give each other, mainly Garrick, do not convince me in the slightest. And despite how many times I had asked Garrick directly, he would not budge. I hadn’t talked to him or the others in the last few days, mostly keeping to my fellow first years in my squad. I wasn’t the only one who had noted their annoyance at me ignoring them. With Violet and Rhiannon commenting on it. Multiple times Garrick had tried to get me alone between classes or at the end of the day.

The moment I’ve been dreading is here. Emetterio points a finger at Imogen and I with a smile on his face. “My two best female fighters. Lets see what you can do.”

I’m kind of glad Garrick and Xaden are busy with their own fights to see us called up. But Bodhi is not. He goes to move but I give him a look, trying to convey I do not want him to interfere. He falters for a second before nodding and staying in his place. He’s probably going to get an earful from Xaden and Garrick later. But I don’t care. I need to know why she’s been acting the way she is. And if Garrick and Xaden get involved before the fight starts, they have the power to call it off.

Imogen starts circling the mat as if I am her prey. As if she’s out to kill me. As much as I would like to think my squad and being Xaden’s sister keeps me safe, the reality is people die in the riders quadrant. Nothing keeps you safe here.

”You need to keep away from what’s not yours Riorson.” She spits out at me.

What's not mine? Her eyes flick to Garrick a few mats away who is still focused on his fight to see Imogen and I have been paired up. That’s when it clicks. There is either history there, or she wants him. And here I come, essentially back from the dead and either put a divide between them, or wrecked any hopes she had of being with him. She’s jealous. And honestly who wouldn’t be. As per usual he is fighting without a shirt on, and its definitely a site to see. All the girls near his mat are watching him. She thinks I’m his. If only her words were true.

I don’t get a chance to respond back. In a blink of an eye Imogen has run at me and starts berating me with punches I can barely keep up with. Occasionally she gets a hit on my ribs, stomach or the side of my face. She’s coming at me with every thing she can. She tires for a second and I step back before launching a well placed kick to her stomach, sending her stumbling back before I am on her again. She not as lucky as I was when it comes to blocking punches and I manage to her a few decent hits on her. One of them lands on her nose, sending blood down her face and across the mat.

I vaguely hear male voices yelling that sound like Garrick and Xaden. But I block them out, focusing on the fight at hand. My luck runs out and she gets a well placed knee into my stomach causing me to double over, earning me a knee to the face and a sickening crunch to my nose. The familiar taste of blood trickles into my mouth. She pushes me to the ground and I have enough time to shield my face before she’s punching me again. Someone tries to pull her off but they are pulled away. I use the distraction to flip us over so I am on top. She comes at me with her knees and elbows, and manages to get a foot up and kick me off her. I land on my back and my head hits the hard ground in stead of the mat with a loud thud. I barely hear Imogen approaching me with the ringing in my ears. I look up in time to see her foot coming for my face, barely rolling out of the way in time. Her eyes flare with anger as I get away and am able to get back on my feet. I need to end this fast. The knock to my head has definitely given me a mild concussion paired with the knee to the nose I received earlier. If she gets another good hit on me I’m done. I need to win this to get her off my back.

She screams and runs at me with all she’s got. I can use her anger against her. She won’t be thinking straight. I plant one of my legs between hers, duck under her arms and use my ground foot to pivot around her locking my arms around her neck in a choke hold and locking both her legs between mine. My extra weight throws her off and we land on the mat with her on top of me, but I manage to hold on.

She claws at my arms and tries to kick her legs out. It takes all my energy to keep her locked in place. But slowly I feel her become weaker and weaker. Around the mat others yell for her to fight back and yield. If she’s anything like me, she wont yield. This is personal. After another minute her arms fall away and she passes out in my arms. I don’t even hear Emetterio call the end of the fight due to the ringing in my ears. But I know its done. I push her weight off me and do my best to sit up.

I look to my right and see Imogen coming to on the mat next to me covered in blood from where I got her in the nose earlier in the fight. We just stare at each other for a few second before she nods her head at me. Once we’re both healed and recovered I’ll have to find her and talk to her. A few other second years come and help her up and lead her towards the doors, most likely to the healers quadrant.

I go to stand but a big pair of arms wrap around me and pick me up as if I weigh nothing. I don’t even have to look up to see who it is as their familiar scent invades my senses despite my nose feeling like it should no longer work. I look up into Garrick’s hazel eyes as he walks with me bridal style in his arms out the doors and towards the healers quadrant.

Part 6

@riorgail @going-through-shit @fw-gt

#fourth wing #fourth wing fanfic #violet sorrengail #xaden riorson #garrick tavis x reader #the empyrean #bodhi durran #garrick tavis #garrick tavis imagine

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bestpigeon · 2 months

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Alastor x Female Reader

Alastor x female reader- reader is a fallen angel.

The reader falls from heaven after siding with Charlie, thanks to the meeting she had with Sera. She meets a red demon fellow. How will their relationship evolve?

Word count-1473

Part 1 part 2

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Im a very well-known powerful angel in heaven. I never thought I found myself falling down to the pits of hell.

For context, I was having a meeting with Sera, Adam, and Lute. We were talking about Angel dust. Since Charlie wanted him reformed and to go up to heaven. I have my turn talking, and I said that we should let him arise to heaven. He didn't know everything he should, he showed change, why could he?

Yeah, well, they didn't clearly like that since they threw me out of heaven. I fell to the ground with a huge thud. I wince in pain as I hit the floor. I get up and lean against the wall.

My wing was definitely broken. If people knew I was an angel, I'd definitely be hunted down and killed. I retract my wings and lean against the wall in pain. My golden blood gathering underneath me.

I hear footsteps approach me, and I pain slightly. That's until I see Charlie. I'm thankful she found me. I sided with her in the meeting.

"Oh my god? It's you! You were in the meeting! What the hell are you doing down here?" She says with a worrisome look before kneeling in front of me.

"They uh, they sent me here. All 'cus I sided with you 'nd angel, " I say as I hold my chest in pain. I can see Charlie's eyebrows furrow.

"I'm sorry you hear that. Since it's my dauly your here, why don't you stay at my hotel? For free." She says with a bright smile. How on earth is a soul like hers on hell?

I smile at her. I could use a safe place to stay. "Sure. Thank you. But could we keep this..angel shit to us?" I say nervously. I didn't want anyone else to discover the face. I'm an angel. That could cause me harm.

"Oh, of course! My girlfriend an Angel, actually. I won't tell, no need to worry!" She says with her usual bright smile before. Her smile is contagious, I swear. I return the smile. She lends out a hand, and I take it. I stand up and smile at her again. I'm slightly taller than Charlie.

I was bleeding yellow, and if people saw that, they'd know I'm an angel. So I rip some of my suit and cover it. "Follow me!- Oh, what's your name again? I don't believe you ever told me." She says as we start walking together down the street. I smile at her and walk along beside her.

"Y/N, thanks for taking me in. I really appreciate it a lot." I say with a smile.

"A pretty name, it's nice to meet you! Once we arrive, I'll introduce you to everyone. Also, thank you so much for siding with us! I appreciate that." She says, and we chuckle with unison.

"Ah, no problem, Charlie! I agree that.. Angel should have another chance. I believe he should have been allowed in heaven. It just wasn't fair, " I say. We finally arrive, and Charlie introduces me to everyone. There's was one other person she didn't introduce me too though.

I point at the mysterious fellow, and Charlie sighs. "That's Alastor.. he's a bit peculiar, I should say? Don't ever make a deal with him or trust him, really. But he's the boss of this place!" She says as she leads me to him.

"He's nice when you get to know him- Alastor! This is our new guest, Y/N." She says. Alastor turns to me, and I automatically notice his bright smile. I smile back.

"It's nice to meet you. Alastor, was it?" I say as I extend a hand for him to shake. He shakes me hand happily and smiles widley at me.

"Ah, a pleasure! It's such a pleasure. Indeed, my name is Alastor. It's nice to have new demons around here!" He says as he shakes my hand and quite aggressively before moving a hand to my shoulder. I smile widley at him. He seemed harmless, though I already knew not to trust demons

Charlie giggles as she sees the tension between me and Alastor. She puts a hand on my shoulder. "Our friend here is staying here for a while, Alastor. Mind giving her a tour?" She says. I immediately knew what game she was playing, yet Alastor still agreed enthusiastically.

"Of course! Please, Y/N, join me!" He says, the staic in his voice was noticeable. Was he some sort of radio host? I'm not sure. I followed beside him.

"This is some of the many hotel rooms! That mysterious room is Charlie's office. Those two are Angel dusts and Huskers room -" I completely zoned out of thought. I felt bad for Angel dust. I mean, the poor guy got denied from heaven for no reason. He shouldn't be here. I suddenly feel a hand on my shoulder, and I feel my face grow a little warm.

"This room is mine, don't go in there, and this room, my friend, is yours!" He says as he pats my shoulder. We make eye contact for a while before I reply. His red eyes are alluring for some reason. I go red from embarrassment and look away quickly.

"Ah, thank you! Much appreciated, Al." I say as I avoid eye contact as we stand awkwardly outside my new room. I feel a hand go to my chin before being forced to make eye contact with Alastor. I felt my heart flutter.

"Smile, my friend! You're never fully dressed without one!" He says as his smile increases. I do what he says and smile widly at him.

"There it is! Who wouldn't want yo see that pretty smile!" He says, and I swear I feel my stomach twist and turn. In a good way. For some reason, this demon made my heart do weird things.

He pats my head before moving a hand to my waist. Was he teasing me, know? I swear he's being touchy on purpose.

"Why don't you have a glance at your new room, hm?" He says. I nod at the idea. Plus, it gets us away from this awkward situation.

"Yeah, sure," I say as I walk towards the door and lightly push it open. I look at the beautifully painted red walls. They were covered in some pretty pattern. It had simple decor but nothing I didn't like. It feels like home already.

"It's beautiful in here. I never thought the colour red would suit me." I say to myself, completely forgetting Alastor was stood behind me. He was leaning on the door frame.

"Red does suit you, sweetheart." I hear him whisper. I whip my head behind me and raise my eyebrows. He quickly covers the up by approaching me and putting a hand on my shoulder.

"Red is such a wonderful colour, my friend! You'd look good in it, too!" He says as his smile widens. From how big his smile was already, I didn't know what was possible.

"Hm. I'll consider it! Thank you again, Al, " I say. I've just met him, and I've already given him a nickname. I hear him chuckle before moving a step closer to me. I had to tilt my head up to male full eye contact with him.

"Ah, my pleasure! New guests should always feel welcome!" He says. He then leans towards my ear and whispers. "I have a feeling you'll fit perfectly here, Y/N." He says before backing away and returning to his usual manor. Charlie was right when she said not to trust him. But I can't ignore the fact that everyone he touches me, even in the slightest, I feel my heart do backflips, jumps and turns, everything. He makes me feel flustered. It's probably because he's handsome.

"It was nice meeting Y/N, I'll see you later!" He says as he walks away and towards the door. I smile and wave back. "Thank you for being so welcoming!" I say as he nods and leaves the room. I stood there flustered.

I mean, I didn't really know anything about hell. I know the basics but not really the people. I had no idea whether he's a bad influence or a big hazard. I don't know. I couldn't really ask him either since I couldn't have any suspicion about my lack of demonic quality's. If anyone, but Charlie, found our I'm an angel, it would backfire and, if probably be killed or worse, tortured.

Nevertheless, I still need to learn things. I'll just keep quiet for now. I mean, Alastor is thankfully welcoming. So that helped. I'm still thinking about how he makes me feel. It's different too anyone else I've met. He's.. different

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I know this is the second Alastor post I've made but I wanted to do a female reader instead of male to balance it out. Give some recommendations of who/what stories you would like next!

#hazbin hotel #romance #female y/n #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x female reader #alastor altruist #alastor

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obsessivevoidkitten · 2 years

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Just Trying to Save You

Yandere Male Alpha Ferret Hybrid x Gender Neutral Omega Human Reader (CW: Kidnapping, dubious content, A/B/O dynamics, smut, musk/sniffing kink, ferret monster man, general yandere behavior, biting, claiming/marking, dacryphilia, breeding, heat cycles, implied impregnation) Word Count: 1.7k (I am still working on the much longer and complicated yandere wolf pack fic, but since it will be a longer project I like to take a break to do other things too. I was chatting about ferrets with one of my beta readers and got the idea for a ferret man. Shout out to @lilliumumi for beta reading, making suggestions, and helping me develop the idea. A quick fact about ferrets to put the whole fic into context: female ferrets die if their heat is not taken care of.) You were an omega, alphas and omegas were especially rare in humans. Many of your fellow villagers looked down on you, but what choice did you have but to stay for your own safety? Monsters and stronger races could easily be attracted inadvertently by your scent. You were a bit miserable, you could feel your heat approaching. It was once a month and always lasted about 4 days. 4 days of being bed ridden and horny with no release. 4 days of feeling too hot for your own skin. You were all by yourself on the outskirts of your village, just outside the fence that helped prevent wolves from getting the chickens and deer or rabbits from getting the vegetables. You liked to walk around the village to be alone with your thoughts. At least you had thought you were alone, out of the woods walked a thin man with a long, brown, slender, furred tail, fur up to his thighs, and soft looking ferret ears on top of his ears. His skin was white which contrasted well with his dark brown fur, His yellow eyes locked with your own and he came towards you, his long brown hair swaying gently in the breeze. “Excuse me sweetie, what’s your name? I am Remy and I do believe you are the source of the most tantalizing scent I have ever smelled.” He, obviously having no sense of personal space or boundaries, nuzzled his nose into your neck and underarms, making you blush deeply. “You smell like you are unmated and are about to go into heat. Do you have a mate?” “Uh I am (Y/N), and uh, n-no I am not mated, but that’s okay! I-I don’t need one.” Your mind was a bit fuzzy from the strong musk emanating from the ferret man. He was clearly an alpha of his species. You backed away but he grabbed your wrist suddenly and pulled you closer. “WHAT!? You don’t have a mate?? But you’ll die if you’re not knotted and bred, oh you poor thing, you’re lucky I happened by! Don’t worry, I’ll take you and keep you safe and breed you as much as you need.” And with that Remy pulled you into the forest, your mumbled protests and cries for help ignored or unnoticed. “I’m not a ferret! I won’t die if I don’t get b-bred!” You twisted and turned in his grasp, but he did not let go and just continued dragging you. “Ah, you don’t have to worry about it being a burden, it is no imposition, I promise! I was looking for a mate anyway! You smell so nice~ And I just know that you’ll love my nest, and I have so very many trinkets and treasures in my hoard, but you will be the crown jewel of my collection.” He was so engrossed in his excitement that he barely even took notice of your struggles until you tripped him and made a run for it. You bolted off in the direction of your village, weaving around trees and through bushes. He wasn’t far behind though. “(Y/N)! I am just trying to help you and keep you safe!! Please come back!” His voice wasn’t that far behind you and could tell there was genuine panic in his words, but you did not know him and were scared of what he would do to you. If anything his pleas only motivated your legs to go faster. Suddenly you were practically tackled from the side and knocked down. Remy had managed to catch up and flank you. He was smiling down at you as he jumped and hopped erratically in in all directions. “Haha! Yes, I got you!” The triumphant ferret continued his odd dancing, but you just stared at him with fear. “Oh.. uh.. sorry, sometimes my people dance when we successfully catch something. Anyway…” Remy pulled you up to your feet and began dragging you off again in the direction of his home, his scent was stronger after the chase, it kinda made you want to submit to him, but you had to stay focused. You resumed your struggles in his grasp. “I know you’re scared, but you gotta calm down. You can’t just leave me and run off on your own, what if you got away from me and your heat hit? You could die! I am trying to save you!! So just relax. I won’t let your heats hurt you. Here maybe this will help.” He stopped dragging you and instead pulled you close with one of his hands pushing your head into his hairy sweaty underarm. You tried to hold your breath and turn your head away but you could only delay the inevitable and eventually you had to inhale. His pheromones were powerful, so manly and dominant. You nuzzled your nose into him to get more of the scent, you could not help it, it just made you feel so calm and safe. He chuckled at your sudden change of heart and kissed your forehead gently, “Come on sweetie, we got to get home.” You were much more compliant. You couldn’t help it. You felt a flutter in your stomach and your instincts and timid personality told you to just submit to the nice smelling alpha. They told you that Remy would take care of you. And that would probably be a good thing, since his smell accelerated your looming heat cycle and you could feel slick start to run down your thighs. You shyly clung to his arm and let him guide you to your new home, you stared at him the entire way, had he always been so handsome? He was all smiles. Remy knew a powerful dose of his scent was just what you had needed to know that he was a strong, safe, and compatible alpha to be with. He led you into his den at the base of a great tree and took you into his room. It was a surprisingly large space with a big bed. The ferret man stared down at you as sat you on the bed. “You’re so precious (Y/N), you’re lucky you found me, it smells like you’ll going into heat much sooner than I thought!” Remy sniffed all over you, nuzzling his nose between your thighs as his cock got hard. He pulled off your shirt and started licking at the sensitive scent gland on your neck. You blushed at the new scent of his arousal and submissively leaned your head to one side to give him better access. He sucked gently at your neck before starting to remove your remaining clothing. “You’re such a good little mate for me. So obedient~” The alpha scooted you to the edge of the bed and got on his knees, positioning himself between your thighs with your legs over his shoulders. You gasped as he started licking around your slick-lubed hole. The strong muscle grazing over your entrance teasingly. Remy, unable to hold back any longer now that he was losing himself in your scent and juices, plunged his long tongue into you hungrily. His tongue explored every inch, groove, and contour of your insides, eagerly lapping up your slick, savoring the flavor. It was, by far, the most delicious thing he had ever tasted. He started stroking his cock as he continued tasting you, your little gasps and whimpers of pleasure spurring him on. You spread your legs wider for him, desperate for more, your mind too sex-addled and clouded by the powerful scent of aroused alpha surrounding you, far stronger than any human alpha. You started sobbing, his tongue no longer enough to satisfy the heat inside you. You felt so hot, you were starting to become drenched in sweat, his scent and attention finally sending you into a full blown heat. “R-remy I n-n-need more”, you managed to choke out between sobs. “More what babe?” He looked up at your face, red from your heat and tears streaming down your cheeks. “Remy pl-pleeeeease!” You could not even form the words to ask for what you needed, you were sobbing so hard now, so desperate to be knotted and for your heat to calm down. Your whole body was shuddering with the force of your crying. As beautiful as he thought you were all wrecked and sobbing for him he wouldn’t tease you any longer. He’d give you what you needed. “Okay, okay, don’t worry (Y/N). I got you.” Remy pushed you back on to his bed and put you in a mating press, kissing your lips sloppily as he plunged his entire cock into you all at once. Your wet hole accommodated the large man eagerly and with no pain. Your sobs started to fade and you relaxed slightly as you finally had a nice dick in you. Remy started by fucking you slowly and deeply. He caressed your side with his soft tail as his lips dominated yours and his tongue explored your mouth. He removed his lips from yours and started biting somewhat hard in various places, your wrists, your arms, the area around the scent glands in each side of your neck, your chest. It hurt but it mixed beautifully with the pleasure of him breeding you faster, diving his cock in and out of your needy little hole. “So good, such a good mate, perfect omega~ Gonna knot ya, gonna fill you with cum (Y/N), gonna fill you with my kits!” His knot inflated inside of you and locked him into you as he came deeply. Remy did not stop yet though, he kept rocking his cock inside of you, his knot rubbing so wonderfully against your walls, until he came again. When he did he bit the scent gland in your neck hard, causing your whole body to shake as you came. Your tummy was bulging with his seed, you would almost certainly be knocked up. You clung to him tightly as he was still tied to you and he licked all the bites he left on you clean, with much emphasis on the beautiful claim mark he left on your neck. Your heat had calmed down a lot, though you would probably still need a lot of breeding for the next few days, it probably was not done flaring up. Maybe life with Remy wouldn’t be so bad, you couldn’t convince him you would not die like a ferret if your heat was ignored, but at least you had a nice alpha to take care of you and a knot to fuck away the worst symptoms of your heats.

#yandere teratophilia #male yandere x gn reader #yandere x reader #yandere alpha x omega reader #alpha x omega reader #my oc #my oc remy #monster boyfriend #gender neutral reader #yandere a/b/o #a/b/o dynamics

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emberstoriesandtales · 2 months

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Hello my fellow Persona fan! 😃 We need more of them in this world!

May I please request headcanons for Mitsuru and Akihiko reacting to their female S/O going missing during a large tsunami?

Hi, here are the headcanons. I did add in a trigger warning just in case, so anyone that doesn't want read this if it's a sensitive topic for you, you don't have to read these. I'll write more stuff that isn't a heavy topic.

TW: mentions of tsunamis

Mitsuru Kirijo:

♡ When Mitsuru had heard about the tsunami that hit the town that you visiting, she was so scared.

♡ She had tried to get in contact with you nonstop and watching the news while praying that she would hear and see anything that showed her that you were safe.

♡ The other Sees members had never seen Mitsuru this way before, and they also hoped that you were alive out there somewhere.

♡ When you were finally found, it felt like a heavy weight was lifted off of her shoulders as she heard the news, and she hurried to the hospital that you were at.

♡ As soon as she got there she instantly pulled you into a hug, tears running down her face as she muttered that she was so happy that you were alive.

♡ She was never going to leave your side again after what happened.

Akihiko Sanada:

◇ After seeing the news about the tsunami that hit the town you were visiting during the weekend, Akihiko was both livid and scared.

◇ He was angry at himself for not being there with you to protect you, and was scared when he heard from your parents that you went missing after the huge wave subsided.

◇ He traveled to the hospital that your parents were staying in and kept them company, also wanting to be there whenever you were found.

◇ When they received the news that you were found, he couldn't help but shed tears as he heard that you were alive.

◇ During your time in the hospital, Akihiko never left your side as you were recovering, he even spent a couple nights there with you.

◇ You were one of the most important people in his life, and he was gonna make sure he'd never lose you.

#persona #persona 3 #persona 3 x reader #mitsuru kirijo #mitsuru kirijo x reader #akihiko sanada #akihiko sanada x reader #tw: tsunami

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moriahwritez · 6 months

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I’ve waited for you (Sevika x Female reader)

Hello guys! Finally time to continue back on writing Sevika’s fics. I remember writing a bit of her back in 2022. Guess I didn't had motivation to work on more, BUT HERE I AM! So here you go my fellow lesbians who needed something.

I do miss Sev it's not funny :(

My bad y’all I had to reread cuz I type so fast and had to go back for correction, forgive me😭😭😭

Anyways, please enjoy.💜💜💜

Lovely night in Zaun, the green lights dim throughout the streets. It was pretty silence on the road. You stayed in your wife’s bed, waiting impatiently to see her adorable face again. The room was very quiet and felt so empty as you thought about it. All you could hear only is the air conditioner cooling down the heat from all day and some of the noises from downstairs. That's the only thing you could hear but not the road outside. Could tell it was some people having a good time... but not for you it is. You didn’t want to think about other things, but your wife only and only her. It was now 1am, as you check on the clock on top of the wall above the headboard where your laying at. Suddenly, your heart skip when the keys jingles close to the front door as you heard it opened. Could it be her? “Sevika, love?” You ask yourself. Finally, you waited for hours to see her. You heard the sound of your wife mumbles as she walks in the bedroom quietly and takes off her jacket, hanging it up on her chair not noticing you were up. “Oh! Love, I didn't know you was awake." She jumps a bit. She saw how dark was the room and never knew you was up, til she saw your shadow from the dim light of the window. Sevika turn the light to finally see you look extremely tired. "Why you still up, sweetheart? You’ve been waited for me all night?” Sevika says in concern. She didn't want to be mean to you for staying up too long, so she pulls herself together, coming towards you. She bends down to kiss your forehead, meeting the same height. You were pretty short comparing to hers lol (like me XD) She holds you tightly enjoying the embrace she’s giving to you. “Well, I’m here now.” Then, you reply back. “Sev, I was so worried.” You caress her soft cheek, trailing your finger on her blue scar trying to not start crying. “I’ve waited the whole entire night. I couldn’t sleep. I just kept thinking about you for so long.” You said while leaning on her chest as a tear came down on your cheek. “Oh, my love.” Sevika caress the side of your beloved face, pressing you more. She then places your chin back up to meet her eye. “No need to worried, dear. I was thinking about you too. Now that I’m here, it’s over, love.” You had your anxiety moments thinking something would happened to Sevika if she wasn’t home. All those negative thoughts in your head had to be erased. Luckily, your wife had came to save you. “I was just nervous how long you was out there. I wanted you to come home early-“ Sevika shushes you. “Shhh, love don't worried so much. I’m fine. Everything went well. Were both safe.” She looks down at your beautiful eyes sparkle like diamonds. “You know how much I love you, right?” You sniff your tears and lifts a small smile. “Yeah, I know.” You calmed down for a bit and sighs. “Just wanted to make sure you was safe. That’s all. I can't keep thinking what would ever happened to you if-” Sevika cupped your both cheeks together, admiring how adorable your face were like a baby. “Love, do I have to say it all over again? Y/N, look at me.” She ordered you softly to do what she says and you did. “I was fine at work, I promise. And I came home safely didn't I? Yes I came home safe and sound. Nothing's ever gonna happened towards me...or you. I’m still here and we’ll continue to move on.” Your wife does her best to comfort you. She continues looking at you, which was such an awe moment. She couldn’t bear to look away from that puppy eyes of yours. “Now, can we finally get sleep? I’m exhausted…” Sevika says letting out a yawn. You nod. “Yes, same here.” Sevika lifts you up into her arms and without wasting enough time, she carries you to bed. She let you lay down first before she gets on top and turns her whole body to have her head lied on your upper chest. “Goodnight, love,” says Sevika droozing off to sleep with her work outfit on still. You caress her simple bun, while watching her. You finally felt relief from all the anxiety had in you. Eventually, you closed your eyes and gently fall asleep, not wanting to let her go.

The end.

(Yay! What a cute and heartwarming short story. I hope you enjoyed this a lot with Sevika. If your more into my fanfics, please follow me and I’ll be back writing more cute, romantically stories of our favorite milfs and others hehe). (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠)

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drabblesandimagines · 5 months

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Snippets

So, I have a fair few half-finished Clive Rosfield x female reader fics that I thought I'd share some snippets of. The brainrot is back after playing the DLC, so let's put a vote up to see if there's a certain one people are keen to see finished... (and give me the motivation/fear to finish it/them all?)

---- Winter Mead Your head is pounding as you come round, blinking in the harsh sunlight through the small window. You’re fully dressed and seem to be at the wrong end of your bed – your boots resting on your pillow.

What had you done last night? You blink up at the ceiling a few times, slowly becoming more conscious and aware of how dry your mouth is. Water. You need water.

Cautiously, you slide to sit up, putting one foot down on the ground to hear a soft yelp and you jump back, staring at disbelief as you realise Gav is on your floor.

“I’m up,” he grumbles into the boards. “You don’t have to step on me, like.”

“What are you doing in here?”

“I imagine I passed out after that,” he gestures to the quarter-drank Winter Mead on the side. It was potent, all right.

“Oh, Founder…” You rubbed your temples. There’s a pitcher of water on your desk and a goblet, thankfully. You get up from bed again, careful not to step on Gav, and take the two short steps over, pouring yourself a drink. As the lukewarm water quenches your thirst, you realise the paper all over your desk has half written letters all over them.

Clive,

Please can you kiss me? I promise I don’t bite.

Love, your admirer.

PS: Well, I don’t unless you want me to.

Gav gets to his feet besides you, “Can I have some of that?” When you don't reply, goblet still held up at your lips, his eyes follow your gaze to the discarded letters on the desk. “Fuck me.” “We didn’t. I didn’t.”

----- Lemon Tarts

“Come on now, I know I have a scarred mug but I’m a nice fella under all that.” Gav – after all, he’s introduced himself several times now – says, softly. He’s crouched down in front of the crevice you’ve squeezed yourself in, huddling your knees. He’s broader than you and his shoulders won’t permit him entry, despite his best efforts.

Your master was harsh in his demands. Sometimes it felt that breathing the wrong way was worthy of a lash from his whip, so however many years ago you’d decided it was better off not talking back and then, eventually, not worth talking at all. It wasn’t like he cared for your opinion either way. Couldn’t get whipped for saying the wrong thing at least.

Then these people had shown up, announcing they were Cursebreakers – whatever they were - that they were here to take you and your fellow three Bearers somewhere safe, bundling you up in a cart and then onto a boat and up a dock, being told you’re going to escorted to their infirmary to be checked over and it was too much.

You’d ran, ducking from outstretched arms trying to halt you. Being in the middle of a lake, you couldn’t really go anywhere and now as you’d ran, you knew you were going to make whatever punishment awaiting you far worse – at least with your master you knew what to expect, what to brace for…

You’d sequestered yourself in a narrow gap, out of reach. Numerous people were trying to coerce you out but you ignore them, cuddling your knees in fright.

“You can’t stay in there forever. That’s not a threat, like! I mean, it’s not practical, and not when we’ve a warm bed waiting for you, eh?”

Warm bed…? It’s a trick. Don’t be an idiot.

“Gav, what’s going on?” A gravelly voice draws his attention elsewhere and he ducks back from the opening to talk to someone behind.

You’re trapped, you know you are, and they’ll drag you out of here one way or another eventually but you’re too terrified to move.

“Hello.” The same gravelly voice from before sounds cautious now. You look between your knees to see another broad-shouldered man with shaggy dark hair framing stormy blue eyes, clad in red and black armour, crouched down on a knee to peer into your hiding spot. “My name’s Clive. What’s yours?”

“She doesn’t talk much.” Gav’s voice comes from over his shoulder and Clive turns to face him. “Or ever. That’s what the other Bearers said anyway. They’re all pretty new to the bastard’s service, though. Not sure how long she’s been there – they didn’t know her name either.”

“That’s all right,” Clive turns back, smiling as he catches sight of you peeking at him between your knees. “You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to. We just want to help – I promise.”

He waits, patiently, for a response that you won’t give.

“Please?” He presses on, tenderly. “We have a healer who can treat whatever ails you, and I’ve heard there’s a delicious stew on the menu tonight. Plus Molly, our cook, made some exquisite lemon tarts for afterwards. You can have mine too, if you like.”

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Trust

“Bearer ran off – she looked terrified. We tried to stop her but I think we frightened her more than anything,” Cole sighed, cursing himself internally. “Her hands were bound too - I’m worried about her being out there alone. If Imperials or a fiend were to find her…”

“Which way did she go?”

“Into the thicket. I was going to go and look for her after we’d got the Bearers to the skiff.”

“You go." Clive folds his arms, forming a plan. "I’ll go look for her. Torgal will help me – won’t you, boy? He has a fine nose.”

Torgal barks, wagging his tail.

Your heart is still pounding from the climb where there is bark from below. Between your dangling legs, you see a giant wolf looking up at you.

“Good boy, Torgal.” The dark-haired man rubs the wolf’s head affectionately – is he going to allow him to maul you as a reward? You try and scramble further up the tree but it’s no use, the way your hands are bound prevents you from getting a grip and progressing further.

“Please, be careful. I do not wish for you to fall, my lady.” The stranger pleads, holding his hands up in surrender.

The concerned tone in his voice would’ve been a clever trick if it wasn’t for the hulking blade strapped to his back, the leathers he’s dressed in, the wolf sat at his heels, panting with hunger.

“Allow me to introduce myself - my name is Clive.” You wish you could scoot back more, hide yourself from his view, but there’s only so much room. “My lady, I know you are frightened, but I swear I’m not here to hurt you. Quite the opposite, in fact - I want to help you. We want to help you. The Bearers you were with, they are safe with my allies back at what we call the Hideaway.”

Hideaway? A cosy name for a prison.

“You’ll be looked after there, your ills seen to. A warm bed, a hot meal every night...”

There’s no such place in this world that would treat a Branded like that. Does he think you’re stupid?

“I would rid myself of this blade if it were to reassure you, but we are in dangerous territory – fiends and Imperial soldiers – so I require it to defend myself, and you, my lady."

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The vote will be up for a week, but please let me know what you think in the comments too!

Masterlist . Requests welcome . Commissions/Ko-Fi

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katyspersonal · 7 months

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Bloodborne WLW ships stuff

Me and @brainhyperfixed touched the topic of how there aren't enough wlw ships around (there are like, 2-3) and then I mentioned I see many of them (because my two braincells somehow contain every single loreless gremlin at once).. They wanted to hear out my ideas but since it is A List I wanted to put them in a separate post 🤔

Just some ships besides the "obvious" ones; Mariadeline (self-explanatory), female hunter x female character (it can be very individual!), Ariadella (heavily controvercial classic, same as Aflred x Crow) and Yurimposter (that's what I call... well, Yurie x Imposter Iosefka, since we don't know imposter's real name...)

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Eileen x Doll (Dolleen??): Eileen is the only character in 'outside' world that mentions the Doll, seems like she left an impact on her! Hard to tell whether Doll felt anything back since she seems to care about all dreaming hunters equally and it is implied Doll feels her first (1st) genuine emotion after holding Small Hair Ornament, but it is all speculation that is not THAT restricting... Like I love to say:

Adeline x Doll (Adolline): I guess it is more AU/speculation stuff, imagine them meeting however you like! I am particular on Adeline being able to reach Doll and dream after ascending, personally xd They could just vibe on higher plane of thinking. But it also feels like both Maria and Adeline having sort of a chance on happier fate in afterlife? It is broad in interpretation, really!

Eileen x Viola (I am NOT calling it Violeen xd ..okay maybe I do haha): That's just good old idea about Gacoigne and Viola having open relationship or a polycule! Usually little daughter referring to "grandfather" is interpreted as Henryk, but it is not binding, and in many cultures words like 'grandfather', 'auntie' or 'uncle' can be used towards like, just a close friend of family lol. So yeah, Gascoigne x Henryk whereas Viola x Eileen. Or you can make it a cheating if you want dsjfdhs

Adella x Imposter: Not sure about a creative name for this one, but IT CAME TO ME IN A VISION fsjdjdfs Not a joke, actually! I saw it in a dream! Adella is another person that can be sent into the clinic, so I guess it is an alternative turn of events lol. Adella is acknowledged as someone of 'lower' rank in Church:

Me and @val-of-the-north love joking that Adella simps for strong/smart fellow Church members regardless of gender fdjhfds In my dream, Adella basically kept distracting Fauxsefka from her work by switching between coy and clingy, until they were really affectionate. Adella also really liked her hair 🤔 The mental image seriously got stuck in my mind fdhfdhs But what I am saying is, it feels not as random as what I first thought!

Adella x Iosefka (Iosella): See previous ship, but this time there is no need to twist events to have Adella be safe xd They could just be sitting on operation table and K-I-S-S-I-N-G

Adella x Henriett (Henriella?): Henriett is implied to have been a Church hunter previously, since she has Church weapons yet a drip of a common hunter and is a summon against Church-related bosses! These two could be bitter EXes but were a thing before, or they might be in the love/hate strain after Henriett's "betrayal"!

Henriett x Iosefka (Henriosefka??): See previous ship, but I'd imagine Iosefka being far less bitter, if at all. She is a white Doctor, she sure knows that Healing Church's is very shady and full of dirty secrets! Not to mention her research to free the healing blood from... well, blood:

I like to think they're both redpilled, but Iosefka sees herself more useful staying in Healing Church and doing what she can "against" it in secrecy.

Henriett x Amelia: I am not sure what this ship is called, because actually I've seen it enough times? But I don't know the name! I assume Ameliett? Usual context is the two being close even if Henriett walks her own Hunter way from now on, and Henriett having agreement with Emilia to slay her if/when she becomes a beast! A promice, even.

Yurie x Rom (Yurom, or Vacurie xd): Since Julie is known as 'the last scholar', she could've been one of the original ones! Why she hasn't aged a single day is up to interpretation. But her purpose as a hostile NPC boils down to not letting us reach Willem... and/or Rom. Willem encourages us to hunt Rom, so seems like Julie does NOT want us to hurt her, ritual or not. She really could simply care about her and protect her even after ascension!

Rom x Ebrietas (Spiderietas): The petrified spider Ebrietas is weeping could be Rom's mortal body, especially considered it's 12 large legs and Rom having 12 large holes above her smaller legs... And Ebrietas' lyrics mention Mensis Ritual:

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(If you never angered anyone to the point of them mentioning you in a song, what WERE you even doing with your life? xd)

Their bond is speculative, and considering running theme of Great One yearning for a surrogate child Rom could've been exactly that! But we also don't know! Besides, Ebby is a 'special' Great One who is a half human (is adult version of celestial larvae)... It could be love!

Maria x Rom (Romaria): I wrote Adeline and Rom being very similar, so in my headcanons Rom is Maria's type of a girl! But also, Maria and Rom have many parallels (elaborated in this ( x ) post)! They protect fucked up secrets even after death and their teacher is now some guy in a chair fsdhfhsd It can be a ship similar to Mariadeline, but without the same touch of guilt from Maria's side.

Black Church hunter x White Church hunter (nightmaresearch): Did you guys know that.... both of the ladies that kick your ass when you enter cathedral that leads you in Research Hall do not have names ;-; I feel like this seriously robbed the fandom off more ships involving them since they can't even be referred to properly! But they are a perfect dynamic of a smart, arcane-attuned woman and her bodyguard. Take Forgotten Madman and his escort but make it lesbian instead, you see?

Maria x White Church hunter (Knightmare? lol): They could've been close since Maria used to be a caretaker in the Research Hall! The white church lady is not as simple as just another 'nun', since she is praying at the secret Surgery altair and not at the facade 'normal' altair, as well as shoots Blacksky Eye projectiles! And, well:

She was one of the doctors! If not THE doctor (maybe Laurence was REALLY busy with blood instead of eyes!). Depending on how aligned you make Maria with the Healing Church, maybe she was close with this "coworker". We know that Maria dreaded the hunt, but maybe she had faith in the research, rather than feeling like a trapped person there. She did give Adeline a key to go play with other arcane-attuned patients at Lumenweed garden after all!

Maria x Annalise (Mariannalise): Another controvercial classic! It is not very popular for obvious reasons and I am not fond of the ship myself, but some people enjoy it for the potential of exploring really fucked up dynamics. (Some people also think being just collateral relatives is not a big deal in this historical context..)

Maria x Gratia (idk... Maratia? how do you mix these...?): Gratia is wearing Old Hunters set, but with a cap instead of their wide cap and without a glove on her left arm! They were old hunters together! This ship is doomed, of course, since Gratia is found dead in underground jail of the Healing Church. But maybe they were close for some time. And maybe Gratia lost her sanity rather than was caught as "heretic" of the Church. There is a room for this ship, even if not a huge one! I like how they are both very tall and strong women, but Gratia is a brute and Maria is soooo elegant x) They're similar but also not!

Eileen x Henriett (Henrileen): I largely base it on the headcanon that 1) Eileen survives after the night, just retires from the hunt and 2) Henriett was familiar with Gascoigne's family same as Eileen, since both and Gascoine detracted from the Church! They could get together afterwards. Maybe even adopt the little girls (they survive in the scenario where Hunter doesn't try to "help" them because I said so </3).

Viola x Henriett (Henriola): Similar explanation for Eileen x Viola, just different character!

Fauxsefka x Iosefka: I don't know what it is called, but I see it sometimes? It is very vague because based on their identical face data, they could be twins... so, that'd be incest :т But they can also be interpreted as just similarly looking people and "devs were lazy", and I've seen a few artists drawing them somewhat different! It is controvercial in either case since Iosefka tries to help the patients and Fauxsefka just """solves""" the beasthood problem by making them Kin (included Iosefka herself), I'd say it is AT LEAST straining.

Yurie x Amelia or Fauxsefka x Amelia: Since School of Mensis yeeted itself into Nightmare and Choir kinda fell apart, these two are the last people from high rank Church echelons left. I've never actually thought much about them, but as (presumably) next most important people in the Healing Church after the vicar themselves, they could be close!

Fauxsefka x Arianna, Maria x Arianna or Fauxsefka x Maria: Again, I didn't give much thought to these (at least not yet lol), but Fauxsefka is strongly implied to descend from Cainhurst herself! (I only mention justification for that headcanon in every second post, I think you all remember the 'moonlight scent', the Cainhurst summon and the trademark Cainhurst potions prepared by Fauxsefka! I headcanon that Arianna was already born in Yharnam, but we can't know ages of these characters or timeline for sure. These characters are not necessarily related, either! I personally think that Maria x Fauxsefka has the most fundament because they both seem to abandon blood antics of their castle and side with the Church's research instead!

Yurie x Arianna (Yurianna): I will just leave this here:

I doodled it so fast that I forgot to de-colorize Arianna's hair, but that ship happened after a doodle request ask for them both! (featuring my former variant of Julie before I finally accepted her canon hair color data :pensive: ) Julie would be actually helpful to Arianna with caring for her eldrich baby, and maybe help to be less terrified of it, haha. They could get close as a result!

Yurie x White church doctor: Haven't come up with a creative or funny name for this ship, but I enjoy it a lot! My headcanons go so far down as that one White Doctor being one of the original Byrgenwerth people!

In my headcanons, her and Julie are sole most 'responcible' and serious scholars in the whole institution! They'd spend a lot of time together as a result. In Research Hall, too.

Fauxsefka x White church doctor: See above, but with different vibe! In my headcanons, Julie is way more interested in experimenting on creatures and chemicals than actual people... But these two absolutely were super passionate doctors :')

Yurie x Adeline (Yurine?): Came to me in a random idea that Micolash kept getting a little too weird towards Adeline (who was too eager and not at all afraid of Deep Sea horrors unlike others), so Julie felt protective and elbowed him, becoming her doctor instead. I mean, not much things can stop Adeline from her eagerness, but they could've formed a similar bond to Mariadeline!

Yurie x Maria: I don't know how to name this ship in such a way that it doesn't simply form a third real name dshfdh But they both are close with very smart but slightly unhinged girls all too fixated on transcending their humanity. Who also don't understand their worth. Who are also fixated on a guy who is a bad influence (Laurence and Micolash). They have so much to talk about! Though Maria ships are all very sad, since no matter who she had proximity with, apparently it never was enough to prevent her from self-isolation and death...

Honorable mentions:

1) Izzy and Caryll have masculine names according to Japanese original script (イジー/Jiří and カレル/Karel), but some people say 'fuck it, regional variant 🙏', and also he/him or they/them lesbians, or GNC women easily could pick masculine names! So, Karel could have good ship with Rom, especially under assumption that they both were way more in touch with Willem's ideas and were nerds together. Or maybe Karel x Yurie! At the same time, consider Jiří x Maria or Jiří x Gratia!

2) I've listed pairings, but these characters can always make poly ships, remember that!

3) I haven't found a sapphic ship personally for Dores, but Dores is a feminine name, and in original script Dores is not a 'he'! There is no gender, actually:

Error appeared from translators referring to Dores and not their mask! But yes, this can be female character, who can also be shipped with any woman from Byrgenwerth, or from Old Hunters!

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Okay that's all..... for now fsdhdfs I tried to focus on the context and explanation, and not dive into my vision of characters' personalities or else I'd be here all day. That was interesting to revisit! Again, obviously I do not ship all of these, and some even really contradict my headcanons; this is the post of IDEAS!

#bloodborne #shipping #multi character post #bloodborne headcanons #use later #damn I expected much more text #looks like I am finally learning to compress the amount of my text haha!! good #some people just don't know how to say more with less... I am one of them

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rosemaryandarsenic · 2 years

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Mine

pairing| Gareth Emerson x female reader

readersynopsis| Gareth has an important question to ask you, but you almost spoil it because of a misunderstanding. (Happy ending, DW) Based on Mine by Taylor Swift

warnings|SMUT! 18+ only as always, minors DNI. Also, the reader struggles with symptoms of burnout and overreacting, self-doubt, intense emotions, and insecurity. Parental trauma. Alcohol. Oral sex, daddy kink.

AN: This is not my finest work, honestly I've been feeling shitty so I wrote this for myself lmao. Mental illness sucks, and I don't see it often in fics bc it's depressing so I wanted the reader to struggle a little. I have Bipolar and it makes relationships stressful sometimes, but it doesn't make them impossible. This one is for my fellow mentally ill friends, ily <3 Also, Gareth and the reader are in their early twenties! The reader is in college and waitresses for work. Her roommates are Robin and Vicki! Everyone is happy and nothing unusual exists in this universe anymore.

You’re staring at the worn-down tiles in the classroom, your professor drawling on about the upcoming final you have next week. It’s hard to concentrate, and your anxiety makes you agitated. Between finals and work, you have already been stressed the hell out, on top of both your boyfriend was practically nowhere to be found. You’d called Gareth three times this week, with no answer, which was abnormal. He usually called you every day, especially when you were too busy to be together in person, but this whole week had been radio silence. The two of you had been fine, to your knowledge, except for a small spat a few weeks before. You tried not to think about it, wincing. Because of your parents, even little fights felt ginormous, weighing down on you like a pile of bricks from the quarry. He wouldn’t leave? Right? Your stomach turned, and you tried to quell the fears in your mind. Instead, you pictured the worst possible cases - anxiety fuels delusions splashing across your vision. Gareth never gave you a reason to feel jealous or insecure, but you’d never really gotten over knowing his ex in high school. You’d been there for ground zero, and despite his insistence over the years that their 3-month long relationship meant nothing in comparison to how he felt about you, it clouded your mind. Relationships were something you avoided after your parent's divorce. They were messy, even the best ones. It felt like too much was on the line when it came to trusting people. You chided yourself - you knew better than this. You are safe, you’re loved, and all is well. But the feeling stayed with you all day, growing worse as you still didn’t hear from him.

Slinging your bag into the passenger side of your car, you sighed heavily and rummaged around for a tape to fill the silence. You needed a distraction, something that wasn’t bussing tables or writing papers. A movie maybe? Your Roommates wouldn’t be home till late tonight, both working the closing shift at the diner. You started the car in frustration, feeling hopeless. Maybe a movie AND alcohol would be better. Your thoughts trailed again as you drive home, feeling genuinely down in the dumps. When it got this bad you usually called Gareth, something about his voice calmed the nervousness in your mind. It hurt worse, feeling like he wasn’t there, but it wouldn’t last forever. He was probably busy, also with work and school, and the band. You perked up, changing direction from your apartment towards Eddie’s. Eddie was one of your oldest friends, and he always seemed to know what to say when you needed to vent. Maybe he’d be home, it was Friday after all. You pulled into the entrance to the trailer park, feeling slightly better at the idea of not being alone when you noticed that another car was parked next to Eddie’s van. Gareths car.

You groaned, pulling into the spot next to him and parking, questioning your options. Go inside? Leave? They all felt bad, so you opted for the what was hopefully the most sane - go inside. As you neared the trailer, you could hear music coming from Eddie’s window, a small waft of smoke sneaking out his cracked window and trailing upwards to the sky. You knocked rather loudly, and heard the music stop as Eddie’s footsteps sounded inside.

“Who in gods name-“ he started, as he swung the door open and saw your face. Your expression must have been more obvious than you thought, because his brows immediately furrowed together.

“Hi sweetheart.” He smiled, tone completely changed. “Cmon in.”

You smiled at him, trying to shake off your anxiety.

“Sorry to bug you, Ed’s. Got out of class and was feeling restless.” You say, pushing hair behind your ear.

“You can never bug me.” He chuckled, looking at the ground like he was thinking too hard.

“I didn’t realize you and Gareth were hanging out.” You nod towards the cars outside. “I uh, I can leave if you want!”

He looks confused, “We weren’t planning on it,” he looks down again, “Um, he’s actually not here anyways so you’re fine.”

You feel a jolt in your spine at his words, the anxiety flooding back in. You don’t want to show it on your face but you’re not sure what reaction would be better.

“Oh. Okay.” Your palms are sweaty.

“Wh-where is he?” You mumble.

Eddie looks like he’d like to crawl under the table, his eyes still directed at the ground. He shakes his head, a small smirk on his face.

You’re absolutely falling off the deep end mentally, your anxious mind going a thousand places at once. You can feel tears burning behind your eyes and will them not to fall. What is it with the men in your life? Why can’t they just say what they’re thinking?

“Eddie.” Your voice quivers more than you mean it to and he quickly looks up at you, the smirk disappearing.

“Are you crying?” He looks shocked, and walks over to you with a worried expression.

“No.” You sniff, “no. Actually yknow, I think I probably should go. Um.” You avoid his reaching toward you and bolt towards the door, trying to keep your composure. This is silly. This is so silly. You wanna go home, just take a shot and go to sleep. Eddie is following after you as you swing the door open and walk directly into the person on the other side of the door.

Gareth, despite his arms already being full, catches you as you ram into him, nearly pushing the both of you off the front steps.

“Whoa there,” he says, stopping you as you push past him now, desperately wanting to be in your car and away from this mess. The sound of his voice sends you over the edge and you let out a choked sob. Jesus Christ this is embarrassing.

“Honey, hey, whoa.” He says, dropping serval bags on the ground as he sees the tears streaming down your face.

“What the fuck, Munson?” He’s red in the face, grabbing you to him as he looks back at Eddie, who’s just as confused as he is. “What is going on?”

“Wasn’t me man,” Eddie exclaims, throwing his hands up in the air.

“Y/n, hey.” Gareth is clinging to you now as you wipe your face, cheeks burning.

“It’s fine! I’m fine!” You stutter, “Eddie didn’t -“ you gasp, trying to catch your breath, “he didn’t do anything. I’m fine! Okay?! I’m fine!” You push him back, stepping towards your car. “I gotta - I…” you manage to get out before turning and bolting. Absolutely not. This is too much.

Gareth and Eddie watch, both looking totally lost as you sprint back to your car and nearly eat shit on the muddy ground.

“What the hell did you do?” Eddie says Gareth.

He just shakes his head. “I don’t know but I think I gotta go.” He replies, leaning down. “I got it though.” He whispers and hands a small bag to Eddie.

“Can you hold onto this please?” He asks, and Eddie nods.

“Go get her man.” Eddie nudges him, looking back towards your car as you drive away.

Gareth does.

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You slam your keys on the counter in your kitchen, tears rolling freely down your cheeks now. Nothing sensible is going through your brain, so you let it out, sliding down onto the floor and letting your head fall into your hands. There will be an explanation but it’s not right now, and you feel terrible. Where had Gareth been? Why was he being so sneaky and quiet? And Eddie, was Eddie in on it? It felt like you were thirteen again, crying on the kitchen floor as your parents screaming sounded through the house. A door bangs as your mom storms out, your dad watching from the front window.

“Go to your room.”

“Daddy?”

“Now.”

You bawl harder, the loneliness crawling into your gut, a familiar feeling after all these years. You don’t want to lose Gareth. You can’t bare the thought.

Trying to compose yourself you gingerly stand, your knees wobbly from the rush of emotions. It didn’t matter, you would make it. You just needed to stop crying. Maybe a shower would help? You stand there, shaking a bit and holding your arms close to yourself. It’s fine. Everything is fine.

You jump at the sound of knocking on the front door and feel your heart leap a little. Stop hoping, you mumble to yourself, it’s probably just the neighbors wanting to know if someone is dying. You cry louder than you mean to sometimes. Irritated, you swing the door open and feel a rush as you see the dark blond ringlets you know so well.

Gareth is standing at the door, clearly flustered from rushing to follow you, a concerned look on his face. He hadn’t expected you to answer on the first knock. Silently he reaches out to you and you give in, crawling into his arms and burying your face in his shirt. You both stand like that for a minute, without speaking.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper.

“You don’t need to be.” He whispers back.

Gently, he pulls away and lifts your face towards him, wiping off excess tears.

“You wanna tell me what’s going on, my love?”

The pet name elicits more tears from you and he pulls you back into his arms.

“Is it me?” He asks, bluntly but softly. “Did I cause this?”

Your heart aches, and you try to find the words to explain. It feels stupid, how upset you are.

“I…where were you?” You ask, deciding to start there.

He tenses and you feel your gut drop again. Here it comes.

“I was looking for a surprise for you.” He says, turning slightly red.

“What?” You say, pulling away.

“A surprise,” he holds your eye contact, running a hand through his hair.

“What kind of surprise takes all week?!” You blurt out, more confused than before.

He looks stressed, like he’s trying to find a way to tell you without telling you everything.

“Can we sit?” He asks, gesturing inside.

You move, letting him inside, and he sits down on the sofa with his legs criss-crossed underneath him. You didn’t sit, so he taps the sofa next to him.

“Baby, please.”

You sit down with a huff and raise an eyebrow. This better be good.

He can see the irritation on your face and groans internally. He’s not gonna let you in on what it is, he’s worked too hard, but he needs to calm you down.

“Listen I’m not ruining your surprise, but I can tell something’s bothering you.” He starts, wringing his hands together. “I didn’t realize I’ve been so distracted and I’m so sorry, honey.” He leans in and puts a hand on your leg.

“Why not just answer the phone?” You groan, letting him touch you. It helped, but you were stubborn.

“The phone?” He asks.

“I’ve called you three times this week!” You snap.

He groans, “shit. Jeff forgot to pay the bill. It was disconnected till last night. I thought I left you a message?”

You turn red. “Our answering machine is broken.”

He chuckles, pulling you closer to him.

“I’m so sorry.” He says again, “I should’ve just come over.”

Your resolve is starting to crumble, as you lean into him. You missed him.

“You know I'd never ignore you, right?” He says as he strokes your hair. “I could never forget about my sweet girl.”

You nod, trying not to cry again.

“I just…I get scared sometimes.” You let it out. “I don’t want -“

“We aren’t your parents.” He says adamantly. “I won’t let it happen again.”

The two of you stay cuddled together on the sofa for a while, until you drift off. Gareth chides himself as you sleep in his arms, working through the rest of his plan. He needed to be more careful, it would only take a few more days and he didn’t want you to feel like this. He watched as your chest rose and fell, still stroking your hair. Just a few more days. He hoped his plan would make up for this week.

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The next few days progress more normally, your anxiety lifting as you finish most of your finals for the semester. It’s Monday, only one test left this afternoon and then you have no school and two full days off of work. You were in between classes, eating lunch outside as the late spring sun shone through the clouds. Rainy days were your favorite, and today had been no exception, though you appreciated the chance to eat outside. Gareth still seemed jittery, but you brushed it off. You knew now that he was planning something, but you also know better than to push it. He’d get ideas and be stuck on them for weeks sometimes, unable to focus on anything else. Your concerns about his attention being directed elsewhere were no longer plaguing your mind because you knew he’d tell you eventually, so you focused on the tasks at hand. Stretching, you took in the humid air and smiled. Just a few more hours and you’d be curled up on the sofa with your friends and your favorite snacks. The whole summer was ahead of you, with only work to deal with before your senior year of college came around. Sliding off the bench, you pulled your bag to your shoulder and threw away your garbage as you waltzed inside. Just a few more hours.

While you finished your exams, you had no idea about the commotion happening at Eddie’s. Your roommates, Robin and Vicki, were hauling ass as Eddie followed them around bossily. Gareth had finished his finals that morning and was sweating his ass off trying to stay calm. Dustin and Jeff argued in the kitchen. Steve and Max were supposed to be arranging flowers around the living room but were instead arguing as well.

“It should go here!” Max insisted, pointing at a pile of roses that had been prodded the point of wilting.

“No way, those are supposed to be over there.” Steve flung back, stabbing himself on a thorn and wincing.

Lucas sighed, moving the bouquet around for the third time in the last 5 minutes as the two of them continued to argue.

“I need to leave to get her in like ten minutes, can you just DECIDE.” Gareth pleaded, his cheeks red as a tomato.

“You need to cool down, man.” Dustin said, handing him a bag of frozen peas and earning a glare.

Wayne walked through the door with boxes of pizza, chuckling at the chaos.

“Where is the man of the hour?” Eddie called from out front, struggling to fit through the door as he carried in another bouquet of flowers.

“Don’t crush them again Eddie, I swear to god.” Robin yelled behind him. Vicki and her had been moving flowers all day from the flower shop where Vicki worked, and she was covered in scratches, a bit of mud on her knee.

Will was leaning on the counter, observing the chaos, and he moved to grab the flowers from Eddie before he suffocated them into a second death.

“You have the ring?” Eddie asked, sending Gareth into a spiral as he laughed, pulling it out of his pocket.

“Eddie, stop it.” Nancy swatted him as she came from the bathroom, rolling her eyes. “You’re gonna give him a heart attack.”

“Man, don’t stress, half the town is here to help.” Jonathan said, following Nancy in and giving Gareth a sympathetic smile. “It’s gonna be fine.”

Gareth gave a half hearted nod, he’d barely made it through his exams this morning because of the anxiety. What if she said no? Even more terrifying, what if she said yes? Y/N was his dream girl, they’d been together for almost five years and he still got butterflies. What if he threw up? What if he passed out? He started to sweat again and pulled the bag of frozen peas to his face. Wayne smiled and patted his back, giving Eddie a solemn look.

“Everyone out!” Gareth's mom hollered from the doorway, “out.”

The group finished their tasks and trailed out, moving to their assigned positions as Gareth's mom wandered to him with a smile.

“Hi,” he mumbled, still holding the frozen peas to his cheek.

“Hi.” She whispered back, putting an arm around him. “How are we doing?”

She always talked like this when things were stressful. In his entire life he’d never heard his mom speak of his problems with a “you” instead of a “we”. It was always them together, never him alone. He wanted that for him and y/n. Always together, a team.

He sighed. “Im fucking nervous.”

“You should be,” she laughed, rubbing circles on his back. “She’s a good girl, it’s been a long time coming.”

“What if she says no?”

“She won’t.”

“But-“

“Gareth Emerson, remember who you’re talking about.” She said, smiling again. “I have seen the way she looks at you, since the day she stumbled onto our porch with that bloody lip.” She laughs, and he laughs with her. The day they met, she’d just moved in next door, and had gotten the houses wrong in a panic from falling off her bike. He’d opened the door to a furious girl, hands cradling her mouth and eyes wide as she realized she’d almost walked into the wrong house.

“Oh my god I’m sorry.” She sputtered, blood dripping out of her mouth. He’d fallen head over heels immediately, and they’d been tied at the hip since.

“She won’t say no.” His mom whispered again. “Now, let’s get your ass moving, lover boy. Her parents will be here in five.”She poked him, and shoved him out the door. “Time to go get the girl.” She winked.

Over the moon, Y/N turned her face towards the sky, admiring the clouds forming overhead as she waited for her ride. Gareth would be there any minute and she didn’t want to wait any longer. All day she’d been dreaming of the sound of the rain on top of Eddie’s trailer as they celebrated the end of the school semester and relaxed. The sound of Van Halen blaring from a beat up sedan drew her attention with a grin. Gareth is always so loud, you can hear him coming from a mile away. He parked and she slipped towards the car happily.

“Someone’s in a good mood.” He smiled, opening the passenger door from the front seat. She slid in and pulled his face in for a kiss, lingering an extra minute to appreciate the softness of his lips against her own.

“Someone stole my cherry chapstick again.” She laughed, pulling away. Gareth blushed.

“I keep loosing mine.” He grins.

The drive to Eddie’s is calm, Gareth breathing intentionally slow to calm himself and smiling as he watched Y/N lean back in her seat. Her eyes were closed, the wind blowing through her hair as a small smile spread across her face. He loved her so much it felt a bit like he could explode.

“Do you think the boys will let me get away with watching Ferris Buellers Day Off again?” She mumbles.

He laughes, “not on your life.”

She giggles and pouts, opening her eyes.

“It’s a great movie, okay?”

“You just have a crush on Cameron.”

“I do not!”

“Sure, sugar.”

You roll your eyes, smirking. “Maybe I just like grumpy boys, is that a crime?”

“Are you calling me grumpy?” He feigns offense.

“Absolutely, gare. What’re you gonna do about it?” You retort, grinning and batting your lashes at him. “My grumpy boy.”

He chuckles, pulling into a spot behind the trailer to park and trying not to give away the excitement that’s buzzing around in his head.

“Listen,” he says quietly, “before we go in, I want to give you that surprise I’ve been working on.”

You nod, smiling at him. “Okay! Are you sure you wanna do that now?”

“It’ll only take a second.” He nods. “Hop out, and then close your eyes. I gotta get it from the trunk.”

You raise your eyebrow but comply, getting out and closing the door. Your brow furrows as you wait, not hearing the sound of the trunk at all, only the breeze around you.

“Gareth?” You ask. Silence. Slowly you open one eye and nearly jump out of your skin. “Dustin! What the hell are you doing?” He’s in front of you with a huge smile, Gareth nowhere in sight. “What-“

“No questions, m’lady. Follow me please.” Dustin says, gesturing broadly as he leads the way. As they walk towards the trailer, Will and Mike are waiting, also smiling.

“You guys are creeping me out.” You laugh, “what is happening?”

“No questions!” Max says, as she, Lucas, and El also join the group that’s leading you inside. In front of the trailer, Steve, Vicki, Nancy, Jonathan, Jeff and Grant are all waiting. Each of them holds a single rose, which they hand to you as you walk towards the door. The realization of what’s happening is kicking in as you see the cars out front. Your parents, hopper, Gareth's parents. Everyone is here - which means…which means.

“Makeup check.” Robin says, stopping her at the door with a huge grin and fussing with your hair.

“Rob-“ you start to ask.

Robin cuts you off, “listen to me, pretty girl. I know you well enough to know you probably know what’s behind that door, right?”

You nod.

“Good. Now get your ass in there before I start crying.”

You nod again, hugging her aggressively as she tries to fix your hair again.

She opens the trailer door and you can hear guitar, softly playing. You know it’s Eddie but you can’t see him, instead all you see is wall to wall flowers and candles. The inside of the trailer has never looked like this before, or smelled so sweet. Gareth is standing in front of you now, in the center of the room, a sloppy grin on his face.

“Hi” you whisper shyly, reaching out for him.

“Hi.” He whispers back, pulling you in.

“You ready?” He whispers in your ear as he holds you close, and you nod.

Carefully pulling away from you, he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a little black box before he shuffles down onto one knee.

You’re trying incredibly hard not to cry, and shockingly, so is he. You wipe a tear off his cheek with your thumb as he stumbles out a few words before clearing his throat.

“Will you - will you marry me?” He gets out, eyes watery as they look up at you longingly.

“YES.” You shriek, toppling into him as he laughs. You hear the guitar squeak as Eddie throws it off and bounds out from the kitchen.

“SHE SAID YES.” He yells, slamming the door open. “YES!”

Chaos is erupting around you as everyone floods in, the room filling with your friends and family. You stay wrapped around Gareth as choruses of congratulations and “finally!” surround the both of you. This is the best day ever.

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Hours later, well into the night, you’re back at your apartment with Gareth. At midnight, Wayne had ushered everyone out, sneaking the both of you out first with a box of pizza and some champagne so you could escape the clean up. You’d barely made it inside the car before Gareth had you smashed up against the door, hungrily attacking your mouth with passion that could only come from being pent up for weeks about the day. You leaned into it, rolling your tongue along his teeth as he moaned into your mouth. He only pulled back when Eddie slapped the passenger window and yelled , “get a room.”

You flipped him off as Gareth rolled the windows down and started the car.

He visibly was in a rush as he drove back to your apartment, glancing at you every few minutes with a huge smile on his face.

“Someone’s happy.” You teased, giggling as he shook his head and laughed at you.

“I’m marrying the prettiest girl in the world, can you blame me?”

You blushed, and leaned over, sliding your (now ring-laden) hand across his denim-covered crotch.

“Prettiest girl in the world, huh?”

He groaned, leaning back to give you room.

“Don’t tease me, baby.”

“I’m not!” You say innocently, running your hand over his growing erection.

His face was all red again, eyes locked on the road as you reached for his zipper and slid out of your seat.

“How could I possibly tease the cutest boy in the world?” You say slowly, nuzzling your face into his stomach as he drives, his cock pressing out of his boxers underneath you.

He moans again as you slide your hand up his clothed shaft and press kisses to his tip.

“You’re gonna kill us both,” he whines, one hand flying to your hair as you start to pump him with your hands.

“So pull over then.” You say, pawing at his boxers until his cock is free.

He’s panting, cock leaking precum as he pulls off to the side of the road. Your hands are fully wrapped around his length, pumping away, and you lean in and take him in your mouth as he parks.

You can hear him letting out the most guttural noises as you suck, letting drool slide out of your mouth and onto his legs as he ruts into your mouth.

“S-so good.” He stutters, pulling your hair away from your face as you bob up and down, your own whining echoing through the car as you feel him twitch against the roof of your mouth. Flattening your tongue, you run it up the underside of his shaft while looking up at him, eyes begging him to cum on you. It sends him over the edge, as he grunts, cum splattering across your face and the steering wheel.

You giggle, straightening up. “See, not dead!”

His cheeks are bright red, eyes locked on you as wipe your face with one finger and pop it into your mouth, savoring the salty taste.

“Keep doing that and I’m gonna cum again.” He mutters, reaching around you for something to wipe off the rest of your face. Finding nothing, he pulls off his shirt and delicately wipes away the mess from your face, then the car. You plop happily back in the passenger seat, snuggling in as he gives you a confused look.

“My turn when we get home.” You wink and he grins, starting the car again.

The best part of giving him head in the car is getting to watch him after, cheeks glowing and hair tussled as the music blares. You also know you’re in for it when you get home.

As the two of you pull into the apartment complex, you fumble for your keys, not bothering to get your book bag out of the back. Gareth barely lets you out of the car before picking you up and slinging you over his shoulder. He’s short, but he’s strong as hell, which comes in handy when you like to be man handled. You walk inside, and he tosses you onto the sofa and slams the door shut behind him.

“Mine.” He mumbles, not bothering to undress himself before diving between your legs. You’d worn a skirt today, and he thanked Ozzy for the easy access. Ripping your panties off, he slides both hands under your ass and licks at your wet folds, making you cry out.

He hums into your cunt, lapping away as your hands run through his hair and tug him closer to you. When Gareth eats pussy it’s like the rest of the world stands still. He always starts hungrily, like he’s starving and then get slower, letting you wind up before sending you crashing down again. He angles your hips up with his hands still grabbing onto the flesh of your butt, tongue circling around your clit as you start to beg.

“Gare-“ you cry out, writhing as he pulls his face away. Your juices cover his chin, and gloss his lips.

“Yes honey?”

You giggle. “I wanna ride your face.”

His eyes get wider and he practically throws you off the couch to make room.

“Don’t have to ask me twice,” he grins, “have a seat, princess.”

You straddle his face, his hands greedily pressing into the flesh of your thighs as he laps at you again, soliciting another moan.

You whine, arching your hips onto his face, falling apart as you feel his tongue along your clit again. He slides a finger into and starts pumping as you ride his face into the cushion.

“P-please daddy.” You moan, grabbing onto the sofa for support as your legs start to shake. He slaps your ass and you start to see white light spiraling across your vision.

“I’m gonna cum-“ you moan, panting.

He slides in another finger and it sends you over the edge, crying out as your legs tremble. He slides you down onto his chest as you come down from your high, curls plastered to his forehead and the chain around his neck hanging haphazardly.

“I got to K.” He chuckles, and you smack him lightly. You’re both a mess but you lean in for a kiss anyway.

“I love you.” He whispers.

“I love you more.” You whisper back.

With a wink, he says. “I love you most.”

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"It's too much! We can't defeat them!" One of the mages says as it tries to put up a barrier but is knocked down by a rage demon. An (s/c) mage looked around at the battlefield to see half of her companions downed either hurt or dead.

"We have to push forward! We are almost there!" She said as she tried to motivate them, but it wasn't working. They were slowly giving up and she had to think fast.

They were currently trying to get to Haven where they heard where the rest of the mages were, but they were attacked by some unknown creatures. She lets out a frustrated yell as she shoots ice at a demon instantly killing it and it went inside some portal.

"Over there!" She heard someone say that wasn't a part of their group. She looked over to see the Herald and his companions and she let out a sigh of relief. She was out of potions and her health was pretty low.

As soon as the Herald arrived, they worked together to get rid of the demons, and the herald closed the portal and everything went back to normal like it didn't happen at all instead of the groaning from her downed mages. She stood up and looked at the rest of the standing mages who were helping out the injured mages. She was relieved that the worse part was over and they can finally make it to Haven especially since the Herald was here.

She turned towards the group as they walked towards her and she gave a slight bow. "(Y/N) Amell. It's finally nice to meet you Herald of Andraste." She said standing back up to stare at the taller male.

"How do you know who I am?" He asked and she looked at him quizically. "Everyone should know who you are. You are the Herald are you not?" And the male rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "I wouldn't call myself that. Manuel would be just fine." She gave a slight nod and looked at the other mages with a sigh.

"Mind telling me why are there a bunch of mages out here in the wilderness?" He asked with a small tone as he looked at the other mages.

"We were making our way to the Safe Haven when we came upon the rift and it became too much for us to handle. As you can see." She mumbled as she gestured to her fellow companions. "Wait, why are you trying to get to Haven?" A female voice called out and (y/n) looked over to the voice to see a pixie-haired woman looking at her with a glower.

"We have nowhere to go. We have been with the circle but ever since it has been destroyed, we have been on our own ever since." She answered truthfully then looked back to the mages that were now standing up behind her. "I am their leader now ever since we left and I am all they got." She then looks back at Manuel pleading. "We were hoping to help out the Inquisition. Anything that you need we can do."

He thought about it for a second as the pixie-haired woman cut in on his thinking process. "You're seriously not thinking about letting some apostates stay at Haven, are you? Even if they can help we could get in trouble." She said walking up towards him and the dwarf cut in, "I think it's a good idea for them to join us."

"Please... I don't want to fail them..." (Y/N) pleaded more. She wasn't like this but she was getting desperate and she didn't want to fail them either. Manuel took a second to think about it and looked at Cassandra. "I think that we have enough room at Haven for them. If they give problems, notify me." Cassandra looked like she was going to protest but her lips became a thin line and nodded her head.

"Understood Herald. I hope that we don't regret it." She said with a warning tone. Y/N felt her chest swell with happiness. She can't believe that they were finally going to be safe.

"Many thanks, Herald. You won't regret this at all." She said as she places her hand over her heart and bowed, then turned towards the other mages with a smile.

"My friends! After today, we won't have to worry about sleeping and bandits will kill us in our sleep. We have found the Herald. We will be going to Haven." (y/n) said with a big smile on her face and some mages cheered as some had smiles on their face. She fulfilled the promise that she made to them and she was going to keep that.

Back at Haven

"Has the Herald come back yet," Cullen asked walking inside Josephine's office as she was at her desk writing some reports.

"I believe not. I did get word that he did pick up a group of mages from the circle." Josephine said not looking up from her work and Cullen's face turned into confusion.

"Mages from the circle? Do you mean apostates?" He asked as he puts his hand against the end of his sword.

"Yes, but the report said that they were running since the circle was destroyed," Josephine said now looking up, and Cullen went rigid. 'Mages from the destroyed circle? Does that mean...' "Is there anything wrong with that Commander?"

"No... I'm just worried about the apostates being in Haven. We just had a problem with them." He partially lied. He was having flashbacks from when he was in the circle and it was not good flashbacks instead of the one girl that he was in love with.

"Will it be better if you met them before we let them in?" Josephine suggested as Cullen snapped out of his thoughts.

"I don't think that is not a good idea. If they were from the circle that was destroyed, then they don't want to see the Templar that was overseeing the whole circle." Cullen suggested and Josephine nodded her head in understanding.

"Understood commander, but I hope that you will come by and give them a chance. Now if that is all, I would like to get back to work please." She said looking back down at her work, Cullen nodded his head and left the room.

He wants to see who these mages were but he didn't want to cause any conflicts between them already.

A few hours later

(Y/n) walked around the little campsite that was inside the walls of Haven. It was small, and it had some defense but it was better than being outside in the wild. She walked towards the camp where the mages were being held and she smiled. They were in much better spirits than the last fight and getting the rest that they needed.

"(Y/N)!" A young elf mage named Massa came up to her, and (y/n) smiled at her. "Massa! How is everything going with the healing?"

"Everyone is healing well. Some will make it through the night and some will be able to fight." Massa said placing her hands behind her back. "That's good. I'm... uh sorry for everything and getting everyone hurt, and some killed." (Y/N) said the last part quietly, and Messa waved her off.

"It's quite alright. I had more fun than staying in that old tower, but do we trust these people? I heard that they were trying to get the Templars to join them." Messa states with a scared tone.

"What else are we supposed to do, Messa? We can't just keep running forever or stay out in the wilderness," (y/n) states as she stared at the short elf with her (e/c) eyes. Messa looks like she was going to say something but she closed her mouth aced nodded her head.

"Just take the help wherever you can even if it's dangerous. I trust the Herald to keep us safe." (Y/n) said placing her hand on the other woman's shoulder. "Now go help out wherever you can so you can pay back their kindness." Messa's worried face becomes more confident as she nodded her head and walked hurriedly off.

The older woman smiles as she watched the girl run off then starts to head off toward the camp where the soldiers were training at. Haven is such a beautiful place with snowy mountains. She looked around the campsite is saw a blonde tuft of hair for a split second.

She was going to walk over to introduce herself but she thought against it as she thought that no one wanted to see an apostate until she was properly introduced as not the enemy. She turned around to go back to the mage camp when she ran into the Herald.

"My apologies Herald! I didn't mean to run into you." She said apologetically and her cheeks became red. "It's quite alright. I was just coming to get you so you can meet the war council." He states with a smile and (y/n) felt her stomach drop a little. She knew it was coming but she didn't think it was so soon. "Is now a bad time?" Manuel asked as he saw the color drain from her (s/c) face.

"No! I mean, uh... Right now is a good time. I don't want to raise suspicion among your people since you are already having problems with the mages." She said rubbing her (h/c) hair in apprehension. Manuel nods his head and nodded towards the gate that leads inside Haven.

She walked with him slowly toward the temple and she heard what the people of Haven were saying about her and her people.

"Did you hear that the Herald brought in more mages?"

"Yes, I have. But don't you think that's a bad idea if we are going to side with the Templars?"

"If they find out that we have some apostates in Haven they won't help any more than they have now."

(Y/N) felt her blood run cold. They were thinking about siding with the Templars? She thought to herself as she looked up at the taller male. He kept his stare forward as he was used to this by now and it didn't bother him. They walk inside the temple and (y/n) took a look around seeing the different intricate designs.

They came up to a door and the Herald opened the door walking inside with (y/n) following in after him. They sat there in silence for a few seconds before the Herald started to talk.

"If you don't mind me asking, which circle did you come from?" He said suddenly and (y/n) jumped slightly at his voice and he apologized afterward.

"No, it's quite alright. I'm was from Fereldan. Kinloch Hold. I was there when it was destroyed by the rouge mages." She explains not looking into his eyes. She doesn't like to talk about what occurred to her and her friends, and that's why she vowed to get them to safety.

"Oh? Our commander is a former Templar from that circle. I heard about the circle. Luckily they had rebuilt it." He explained but she wasn't listening to him. She was worried about the former Templar that was here. Were they in trouble if they stayed here? She opened her mouth to say something but was cut off by the door opening behind them.

She turned around to see two women and a taller man with the same blonde hair. He locked eyes with her before quickly adverting his eyes. Maybe out of fear? Guilt? She doesn't know.

"Oh! Just in time. Meet the consultants. Josephine Montilyet our advisor for politics and diplomacy." Manuel gestured to the woman who had almost silk-like clothing. Josephine smiled warmly and bowed in respect. "Nice to meet you. It must've been hard to lead such a big group through the wilds?" She said looking at her with sadness in her eyes.

"Yes it was hard but we were able to make it this far. With so few casualties." (Y/n) explained with a small smile on her lips. Josephine gave a small nod of respect and smiled back. "Next is Leliana. She is our consultant secret forces."

"It's nice to meet you. Luckily you're on our side because we didn't want to kill you or your mages." Leliana stated with an eerily tone and (y/n) was going to ask what she meant then she remembered that she probably had information on her and the other mages so she decided against it and kept her mouth shut.

"And lastly this is our commander of our troops, Cullen Rutherford." He stated as he gestured to the taller male with blonde hair. The said man made eye contact with her and she was stuck in place as she remembered those hazel eyes back in the circle, when they had feelings for each other.

"And this is (y/n) Amell. We found her in the wilds trying to look for Haven and is prepared to help us during this upcoming war." Manuel stated breaking her eye contact with Cullen to look at him but she can feel the other male's eyes on her.

#cullen x reader #cullen rutherford #solas dragon age #sera dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dragon age #dragon age 2 #varric tethras

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“I thought you left” for gwynriel? :)

Angsty Prompts

I've got to be honest, I struggled with this one and the other prompt in my box because both seemed much better suited to Elucien than Gwynriel so I might end up writing another version for them...

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"Oh."

The soft exclamation behind him made him pause for a moment, but he did not glance back before resuming his task, methodically wrapping his hands with the long length of black cloth, between his fingers and around his palm.

"I didn't realize anyone was up here. I thought you'd all gone down to the Day Court for the Solstice."

He did not need to look to know who stood in the doorway. There was only one person his shadows never bothered to warn him of. At first, it had been disconcerting. They had never been so at ease with anyone, even his family. For a brief time, he had considered the possibility she had charmed or bespelled them somehow - she claimed river nymph heritage but what if that had been a cover for something more sinister? She did not know her own parentage afterall.

After a time though, he dismissed the theory.

He'd tested Gwyn, several times, giving her seemingly important information and waiting to see what she would do with it, following her and even having the twins tail her on occasion when his shadows refused. She never revealed a word of what he said. Never met with anyone suspicious, or did anything outside the ordinary from her relatively mundane routine.

No, Gwyneth Berdara was perfectly innocent. She spent her mornings in the training ring, encouraging her fellow priestesses and building her own skills and strength alongside her chosen sisters. The rest of her days she spent running around the library, fetching books for the indomitable Merrill, often finding herself berated by the miserable female no matter how well she did her job. And in the evenings, she either joined the other priestesses for sunset service (where, the twins had been delighted to tell him, she sang with the voice of an angel) or holed up in one of the head priestesses offices, for therapeutic sessions. Occasionally, she joined Nesta and/or Emerie in the House for dinner or a sleepover.

There was nothing exciting about Gwyneth Berdara's life, and yet, every time he was around her, he almost felt himself pulled to her by some magnetic force. Even when, on nights like tonight, he would rather be left alone. It was unsettling.

"The others are still there," he said quietly. He finished wrapping his left hand and moved on to his right. He heard Gwyn's tentative footsteps whisper over the soft clay of the training room floor behind him.

"But you did not stay?"

"My shadows do not care for the sunlight," he said ignoring the way his shadows hissed at him for using them as his excuse rather than tell her the truth.

His shadows had been content to hide in the shade of a nearby tree while he and his friends enjoyed the celebrations. It had not been them that had driven him to flee, hiding himself away somewhere familiar and safe, like a wounded animal.

"Hmm." The hum sounded a few feet from his right shoulder, and he could tell she was studying said shadows, while they regarded her in return. "I suppose I have never seen them during the day..."

Her words trailed off into a giggle and he glanced back to see a few of his shadows racing around her in circles the way an overexcited hound might greet its master. He tightened his jaw, calling them back. "They don't like the sun," he said again. Then added, "Or water."

"Then I imagine the Day and Summer Courts are not their favorite places."

"Indeed." The word was tight and clipped and he finished his wrappings with a sharp tug, securing the ends, he stalked from the supply table he'd been standing over to a dummy on the far end of the ring. Behind him, he could hear Gwyn hesitate for a moment before following him. She stopped at the weapons rack, studying the blades hanging there as though she did not see them every day.

The ring filled with the pounding of his fists against the wood and straw padding as he began warming up with a series of punches in sequence. Jab, jab, uppercut, right hook, left hook, jab, jab, uppercut. 1-2-3, 1-2, 1-2-3, breathe.

From the corner of his eye, he say Gwyn pull a short sword from the rack and examine it, the blade gleaming in the moonlight. "Do you want to talk about it?" she asked after a moment.

His arm stuttered slightly, missing his target by an inch. He ignored her and continued on, allowing his body to fall into the rhythm of the motions until he did not have to think about what he was doing.

"I can tell something's wrong," she continued, still studying her the sword before setting it aside and picking up another. "You don't have to talk about it, of course. And I won't blame you if you tell me to shove off and leave you alone but... I thought you might like some company, at least. I know I usually do. Prefer not to be alone when I'm upset, that is..."

She was rambling, and he could hear in her voice that she did not want him to send her away, but she would go if he asked. Something had driven her up here as well in the middle of the night after all. He paused, glancing over his shoulder at her. She was not looking at him, still studying the new weapon in her hand, though he knew she did not see it. Her shoulders were tense and she was biting her lip, glancing at him from the corner of her eye.

With a sigh, he stepped back from the dummy and waved a hand at the rack of weapons she stood before. "Pick your poison, Berdara. Daggers or swords?"

He watched her lips twitch as she studied the rows of blades before her. After a moment, she replaced the sword in her hand and grabbed a pair of matching knives. "Daggers."

He felt his own lips twitch as he reached for another matching pair. "As you wish."

#anon ask #ask box #gwynriel #gwyn x azriel #azriel x gwyn

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