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End of the school year is so busy for us. 😭😭 Band, theater, jazz band, and chorus. Next year the kid is dropping chorus but is picking up art.

RIP my wallet.

But I'm still gonna try and get at least 1 prompt out this week. We shall see. 😭

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Hi! Happy ThedasWeekend so glad to see you are taking prompts.

May I prompt you

pottery – pottery class which is very hands on for Senna Thorne/Davrin?

It is very hands on for Senna and Davrin. Happy @thedasweekend! I'm on a roll for these prompts this week! I did use the modern au which made the most sense. Rook Senna wouldn't go near a pottery class because she knows full well she's too clumsy to attempt it.

Content Warning: heavy flirting, some spicy language, Senna being stupid and oblivious about her feelings (but I've got one in the works where they finally get together) Length: ~1.7k

“You should come to the studio this weekend Senna!  We’re doing a pottery making class.  It’s very cathartic if you have a lot of stress,” Mariposa told her friend over lunch at The Nook and Raven.  Their schedules finally matched up for a lunch date which made Mariposa very happy.  She rarely got to spend any time with Senna lately with how many shifts she was working.  She knew Senna was saving up for something big but refused to tell her what it was.  Mariposa could take a guess that it was a vacation though Senna would never reveal what she was planning unless she wanted to.

“I do have the weekend off.  It’s why I’ve been busting my ass these past two weeks.  I wanted a whole weekend to just sleep,” Senna said with a grin.  “But if you’re teaching the class then I’ll have to pop in and try it.”

“We also have a glass blowing class too if that interests you.  The teacher travels around the country giving these classes.  Art is being lost so rapidly nowadays.”  Mariposa sighed and took a bite of her sandwich.  She loved the food at Odette’s bookshop.  Comforting and delicious.

“That sounds fun too.  I’ll do both.  I’ve got time this weekend,” Senna said with a soft chuckle as Mariposa beamed.  Odette joined them after a few minutes and also agreed to attend the pottery class.  She’d also put up a flyer advertising both classes by the register and café board.

Rook and Raven Gallery

Senna cast a sideways glare at Davrin as they headed up the stairs.  “I thought you had a date tonight?” Senna asked with only a slight sneer.  She headed into the studio portion of the gallery, ignoring Davrin’s chuckle.

“It got canceled.  What better way to spend my Saturday evening than playing with clay?” Davrin asked following closely behind her.  Senna wanted to groan in frustration at how close he was.  It pissed her off.  She wasn’t mad at him; she didn’t think he was doing it intentionally…  If he was, then he’d have a whole list of shit to answer for.  Senna ran a hand over her hair, pushing back the strands and tying them off at the base of her neck in a low ponytail.

“I shouldn’t have told you about this damn class.”  Senna sighed heavily before pushing through the door to the workshop.  She spotted Odette there sitting next to Emmrich.  At least I’m not going to be the only one suffering here.  The two women bonded over their love of true crime podcasts, extra spicy romance novels, and classic TV shows.  And bitched about unrequited feelings.  Senna knew Odette had it bad for the professor just as she had it bad for Davrin.  Mariposa joined them in the pining department with her feelings towards Lucanis.

“We’re partnering up for the class?” Senna asked Mariposa.  Mariposa twisted her fingers together and admitted she didn’t expect this big of a crowd.

“Normally my classes barely pull in five people.  I didn’t expect this many people,” she said quietly.  She apologized for the inconvenience; promising lunch would be on her one day next week.

“Don’t worry about it.  I’m happy for you that the class is bigger than you expected.  Can Odette and I?” Senna didn’t get to finish her question before an arm was slung around her neck dragging her off to a pottery station.  Mariposa stifled the laugh, coughing to cover it up despite the hot glare Senna sent her way promising vengeance.

“Was that necessary?  You and the professor could’ve teamed up,” Senna said with a huff.  She tilted her head back to glare at Davrin but he scoffed.  “At least he’s more creative than I am.”

“He’s also a lot more particular than you are,” Davrin told her.  Senna paused but agreed with his assessment.  Emmrich Volkarin was a bit of a perfectionist.  Suddenly, Senna almost pitied Odette.  “Besides, we work well together on shift.”

“Fine.  We’ll partner together,” Senna huffed as he gave her a grin.  “You know the guys are going to give you shit for taking a pottery class, right?”

“I am secure in my masculinity.  They won’t bother me.”  Senna bristled and opened her mouth to argue when Mariposa’s voice cut their argument short.  Senna eyed their station warily when Mariposa explained all the different parts to it.

“You can sit here Thorn,” Davrin said practically shoving Senna into the stool in front of the wheel.  If they were anywhere else, she’d have kicked up a fuss.  As it was in Mari’s studio, she kept her lips closed.

Davrin sat behind on the stool behind her, looking around at the different tools they could use to sculpt the clay.  Senna was struggling not to focus on how close he was.  She sent Mariposa a nasty glare when the other woman glanced over.  His thighs brushed hers and his chest pressed against her back when he reached for one of the tools.  Senna wondered what deity she pissed off to deserve this torture.

“You should be the one in front Davrin.  You’re better at this shit than me,” Senna said but was quickly shut down by Davrin.

“You wouldn’t be able to see if we did that.  This way we can both see and manipulate the clay.”  Senna grumbled but huffed in defeat.  She could ignore the way he felt against her, right?  Senna thought so until his crotch pressed against her ass.

Senna grabbed a handful of the clay, setting it on the wheel like Mari told her.  “What do you want to make?” she asked him.  Senna glanced over her shoulder at Davrin, struggling to keep her pulse rate from skyrocketing.  She failed miserably, but the attempt was made.

“What do you think we should make?” Senna thought for a moment before it came to her.

“Why not make a water bowl for Assan?  I think it’d be the most practical thing.”  Davrin agreed and Mariposa came over to get their wheel started.  Senna saw the apologies in her eyes but Senna promised vengeance.  She had an idea for how to get her revenge, and it would make them even.

Her hands slid over the clay, sighing when it collapsed in on itself.  “I suck at this stuff.”  Davrin leaned forward and she froze.  His chin rested on her shoulder and his chest pushed up against her back.  She felt how warm and big he was.  Senna swallowed around the lump in her throat as she struggled to focus on what he was saying.  His smell surrounded her, and she could happily drown in it.  He always smelled like a forest at the first snowfall.  Senna didn’t know any other way to describe it, but that was what it reminded her of.

“Here.” Davrin covered her hands with his, easing her fingers along with the clay.  Slowly the bowl began to take shape underneath their fingers.  Senna bit her bottom lip to suppress the shudder.  His hands were big and warm and enveloped hers.  She’d never thought of herself as some petite damsel in distress, but Davrin practically surrounded her.  His sheer size made her feel delicate.  A word she didn’t think anyone would associate with her.  Senna squeezed her thighs together to stop the heated ache throbbing between them.

She followed his guidance in shaping the clay.  Her breathing was shallow from how hard her heart was beating.  The bowl stood in front of them and she heard Davrin mention something about adding details.  Senna swallowed nervously at the thought of spending more time in that torturous position.  Yet, she found herself agreeing.  The heat thrummed through her body making her light headed.  She added a few of her own details to the bowl, even if they looked like a child put them on.

“If you’d like to paint them let me know.  We’ll set them aside to dry so you can paint them in the next class.  If you’re good with them we can gather the projects up to put into our kiln.  We’ll dip it in a clear glaze and it will be ready in three to five days.”  Mariposa’s voice broke Senna out of the fantasy she was having.  She’d turned around and straddled Davrin’s lap.  She swore to herself at the stupidity of it.

“What do you think Thorn?” Davrin asked.

“If you want to paint it, go for it.  I’m okay with just dipping it into the glaze.  I’ve got another class to get to tomorrow, so I can’t come back to paint anyway,” Senna said quietly.

“Another class?  What is that?” Davrin asked.  His hands cupped hers around the bowl, resisting the urge to smile when he felt hers trembling.

“Glass blowing.  Mari said it was some famous teacher that’s traveled over the country.” Senna shifted on her chair, pausing when she felt it.  Davrin’s reaction straining against his pants and pressed snugly against her ass.  He was hard.  Senna couldn’t quite wrap her mind around that.

“How about we grab some food after this class?  We can go back to your place or mine.”  Davrin grinned as he leaned further against Senna.  She opened her mouth to answer when their phones went off at the same time.

“Or not.”

“I worked thirteen days straight to get a weekend off.  Guess that’s out the window now…”  Senna glanced down at the message.  They were being called in due to a massive vehicle pileup.  “I’ll let Mari know we’re leaving.  You go ahead.  I came in on my bike.”  Davrin nodded and slowly got to his feet, letting his hands slide up her arms, before scurrying towards the door.

“Mari.  Can you finish ours up?  Just glazing it is fine.  We’ve got to go.  Massive pile up has all of us called in.”  Mariposa assured her that was fine and to be safe.  “Always.”  Senna grinned and rushed out of the room after waving at Odette.  She would put everything that happened in the class to the corner of her mind and focus on work.  At least it was easier than wallowing at home.

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Can't Get Rid of Me

I wrote this for @thedasweekend but I can't find the prompt anymore in my inbox. I hope I didn't delete it by accident! If I did, I'm terribly sorry. Here is Garrett Hawke/Alissa Trevelyan with the prompt: you can sleep, i’ll still be here from the Pillow Talk prompt list found >Here<

Content Warning: loss, parental loss, grief, things are thrown and broken, Alissa out stubborns Hawke Length: ~1.7k

“Get out!” Alissa ducked the porcelain vase thrown through the doorway.  She glanced into the room, her heart twisting at the raw grief in his voice.  Aveline had asked her to go check out Garrett.  He’s refused to see anyone.  We all tried but he’s blocked everyone out.  I asked you because even a blind man could see the way Hawke feels about you.  Alissa wanted to scoff, to tell Aveline that there was absolutely no way that she would be able to get Hawke to open up.

Seeing him in person tugged at her heart.  His eyes were swollen and bruised from his weeping.  The dark circles underneath them told her he wasn’t sleeping.  She understood avoiding sleep.  In sleep you couldn’t avoid the very thing that caused you pain.  She stepped into the room, crossing her arms as she ignored his cursing.  Instead of paying attention to him, she began to pick up the clothes strewn across the room.

Alissa hooked the bathing basin over the top of her foot, bringing it up so she could set it on top of the clothing.  The smell of alcohol pounded her nose and she grunted at the assault.  She worked at a brewery but this was different.  Her brewery didn’t smell of grief and a spiral of self-loathing.  She ignored Hawke’s threats to toss her out on her ass.

“I’d like to see you even try in your sorry state Hawke,” Alissa quipped in return.  She hauled the clothes out of his room and towards the laundry room.  The silence following in her wake should have satisfied her, she enjoyed making Hawke speechless.  Her heart weighed down heavily with each step, but this was going to help Hawke.  If he wasn’t taking care of himself, then she would have to.

“Bodahn, would you fill this with warm water?  Not hot because I have a feeling, I’ll be wearing it, but not cold because I’m going to try and get Hawke to at least wash his face.”  Alissa set the dirty clothes down next to the washing board and handed Bodahn the basin.

“You are much too kind my lady.  The master…  He’s been so lost without Lady Leandra.”  Bodahn accepted the basin from her and turned to fill it with water from the pot above the fire.  Alissa leaned against the table holding folded linens crossing her arms over her chest.  “My boy and I…  We don’t want to see him disappear into himself.”

“Me either Bodahn,” she said accepting the basin from him.  Alissa took a fortifying breath.  “Wish me luck.”

“Of course my lady.  Might I say something before you go?” Alissa paused in the doorway, turning her head to look over at Bodahn.  “The missus, that is Lady Leandra.  She always said how good you were to the master.  I think she approved of you for the master.”  Alissa felt the sting in her heart but she nodded with a wobbly smile.

“Thank you.  I hope she can rest in peace knowing Hawke will be looked after.”  Bodahn nodded with a tear to his eye.  He watched her disappear into the hallway, her fiery braid swinging behind her.

Hawke’s Bedroom

“Alright Hawke.  You need a bath,” Alissa said as she nudged the door open with her foot.  Hawke sat by the fire staring into the flames but at the sound of her voice he turned his eyes towards her.  If looks could kill.  “Don’t bother arguing with me.  You need a bath.”

“Get out of my sight Trevelyan,” Garrett muttered.  Alissa’s shoulders stiffened but she refused to budge.

“Hah, such a nasty tone.  Too bad I hear it every day in parliament.  Nice try Hawke.  Now take your shirt off.” Alissa set the basin down on his small vanity.  Garrett glared at her, slowly rising to his feet until she had to tilt her head back to meet his eyes.  “Don’t even think you’re going to intimidate me that way Hawke.”  She poked his chest with her finger, ignoring the sense of impending doom settling heavily over her shoulders.

“If you don’t leave…”  Alissa dodged the hand he lashed out with.

“Hah!  You missed,” she said with a sneer from her near perfect split on the floor.  “Just admit defeat now Hawke.”  He let out something akin to a feral growl and she could admit that did something to her pulse.  Focus damn it.  She swung her leg out, knocking both of his feet out from under him.  He went down hard onto the floor and she didn’t waste the opportunity.

Alissa sat on his stomach letting her full weight rest down on him.  The man was broad and muscular, but she pinned his arms to his side by her thighs.  She arched an eyebrow when she felt him struggling, but she wasn’t about to lose this battle.  “Don’t bother struggling Garrett.”

“You’re going to regret this when I get out,” he hissed at her and Alissa met his gaze squarely.  Her hands were on either side of his head and she brushed her nose against his.

“You’re not going to push me away.  No matter how hard you try Hawke.  I told you all those years ago after that first drunken night we slept together.  I’m like a burr you can’t reach.  There’s no getting rid of me.”  She saw the anger drain from his eyes and clenched jaw, leaving behind the broken pieces of the man she loved.  “Garrett.”

“If you stay.”  He swallowed around the lump in his throat.  “If you stay then you’ll die too.  Everyone I love, they die.”  Alissa moved back when he sat up.  She reached up for his face, cradling his cheeks in her palms.  “I can’t lose anyone else.”

“So you think pushing us away is the answer?” Alissa asked quietly.  He couldn’t answer except for a hoarse croak as the tears trickled down over her hands.  “Garrett.”  Alissa rose on her knees to press a kiss to the corner of his eye.  “I know you’re hurting.  You’re allowed to hurt and grieve and rage as much as you’d like.”

His hands reached up and covered hers as the ball of tears and helplessness unfurled in his chest.  Everything came spilling out.  His blame upon himself for Carver’s death and Leandra’s.  He should have done more to save his brother and mother.  Warned her about his suspicions about that serial killer.  Grabbed his brother back before the darkspawn attacked.  His worry about Bethany in the circle with how mad Meredith was.  Alissa just let him talk as he buried his face against her shoulder.  His hands had shifted until she was pulled flush against him, his embrace almost painful.  He held her so tightly almost as if he was terrified she’d disappear too.

“Garrett,” she whispered pressing a kiss against the side of his head.  “Please.  I want you to listen to me.”  His shoulders shook from his tears but he nodded.  She spoke quietly into his hair.  “Take all the time you need to grieve.  Rage at the ceiling, at the Maker, at anything.  Yell until your throat bleeds from how raw it is.  Get everything out until your chest feels as hollow as an Orlesian’s heart.”  His fingers twisted in the back of her shirt as she spoke quietly to him.  “But.”

“Don’t turn us away anymore,” she whispered.  Her own hands grasped onto his shoulders, trying to show him without words that she was not going anywhere.  “Let us share your burden.  You’ve been there to help us, now let us help you.  Please.”  He slowly lifted his head, tilting his face until their eyes met.

“I don’t.”  He paused as if struggling to find the words.  “How do I do that?”

“For starters, you let me stay with you tonight.  You need someone with you who can watch over you while you scream at the heavens.”  Alissa pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead.  A gentle but reassuring connection he hadn’t realized his soul needed.  He shifted his hands until they grabbed her thighs and he rose to his feet.  Alissa squealed and clutched at his head like a lifeline.  Her thighs squeezed his waist when he turned.  “A little warning next time Hawke.”

“No.”  Alissa huffed at his petty answer.  He walked over towards his bed, wincing at the twisted and shredded sheets.  Alissa looked over her shoulder and saw the carnage.  “My sheets.”

“Can be changed.  Put me down and I’ll do that.  You take a proper bath.” Alissa’s voice was gentle but firm.  Garrett grumbled about it but he nodded reluctantly.  Alissa wanted to laugh when she heard him grumble about bossy women.  She practically shoved him into the bathing chamber when her feet hit the bedroom floor.  Once the door shut behind Hawke she got to work.

Garrett walked out half an hour later to a completely clean bedroom.  The sheets were fresh and smelled faintly of honey.  He smiled because it reminded him of Alissa.  He would catch the subtle scent when he tugged her close.  She popped her head in through the doorway and a smile spread on her lips when she saw him.  Hawke froze at the sight of her.  She hadn’t left.  She stayed.  She stayed.

Alissa held out her hand towards him, tugging until they were both sprawled onto the bed.  All the grief burned his throat again and this time he couldn’t stop the tears.  He turned when her hands reached for him.  Garrett buried his head against her chest, letting all the raw emotion free.  Alissa never said anything as he raged about the unfairness of everything.  She just let him be and say whatever was in his heart.  Her hands gently stroked his hair, noting he hadn’t dried it properly again.  Alissa reached behind her and grabbed a towel; she dried his hair while he sobbed into her shirt.

“Why do you do that?” Garrett whispered when his shoulders stopped shaking.  His voice sounded so hoarse that it cracked her heart.

“Do what?” Alissa tossed the towel behind her, letting it fall carelessly to the floor.  She’d pick it up in the morning.

“Dry my hair?  Change the sheets in my bed.  Why are you still here with everything I said to you?” Hawke asked quietly.  Alissa hummed in thought before her lips brushed over his temple.

“Because for some inexplicable reason, you’ve wormed your way into my heart.  I thought I’d be walking alone in this life of mine.  I never pictured someone by my side, but now I can’t seem to imagine my life without you in it Hawke.  So why wouldn’t I want to take care of the man who has taken up residence in my heart?” Alissa asked quietly.  She heard him grumbling.  “Besides, you’ve called me worse names than that.  Back during that first year in Kirkwall after you all got back from the expedition.  We would go toe to toe almost daily.”

His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her tight against him.  “I’m sorry for calling you a swamp witch.”

“Garrett.  Even I recognize when someone is lashing out from grief and rage.  I knew what you were trying to do.”  Alissa looked down at him when his eyes lifted to meet hers.  “You wanted to push me away like you did the others.”  She kissed the tip of his nose.  “That would never happen with me.  I’m far more stubborn than you give me credit for.  After all, it worked didn’t it?” Alissa grinned as he huffed at her in answer.

“Still, I shouldn’t have called you all those names simply because I was hurting.”

“Hurt people, hurt people.  I’d never hold it against your Garrett.” Alissa ran her fingers through his thick hair, grinning when he leaned into the touch.  She saw the raw edges were still there but softer now.  “Now.  Get some sleep Hawke.”

“But…”  She saw the hesitation there.

“You can sleep now.  I’ll still be here when you wake up.”  Alissa smiled at him.  His brow furrowed in confusion.  She never stayed the night at his home, she was always gone before dawn broke.  “I’m not going to go anywhere if you need me Garrett,” she said quietly.  Garrett shifted them until she was on her back and his hand by her head kept his weight off her.

“I want you to stay.”

“Then I’ll stay.  That’s the end of it.”  Alissa smiled reaching for him.  He let her tug him down until her lips brushed against his.  “Get some sleep Garrett.  I’ll be here if you need me during the night.”  He nodded and settled in next to her.  He pulled her until his chest pressed tightly against her back.  One hand rested against her stomach, fingers splayed over her shirt, and his other tucked underneath her head.

Alissa waited until his breathing evened out before she looked over her shoulder at him.  Her heart hurt for him, but she hoped this would be the start to healing.  Alissa would send word to Aveline in the morning to help alleviate her worries about Hawke.  She’d asked Bodahn to send her word after she’d gone back upstairs to Hawke’s room.  Alissa smiled as the tense crease in Garrett’s forehead soothed out in sleep.  “I love you, Garrett Hawke.  If only you knew just how much.”

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Hello Happy Thedasweekend!!! May I prompt you dance – a dance class that can go so many ways depending on how good they are. for either Senna Thorn/Davrin or Mariposa de riva/Lucanis

Happy @thedasweekend! I chose to focus more on Mari/Lucanis but Senna and Davrin make an appearance. Senna is definitely a girl's girl. XD

Content Warning: awkwardness, most likely second hand embarrassment Length: ~1.9k words

“You’re strangely stuck on this topic of dancing.”  Mariposa walked beside Lucanis as they made their way towards the dance studio.  “I don’t need to know how to dance.”  She knew she would be awful at it.  Graceful was never a word to describe her.  She’d often find herself with random bruises on her legs and arms and could not for the life of her remember how she got them.  Mariposa sighed and ran a hand over her short curly hair.  She glanced up at Lucanis, thinking back to how they’d crossed paths.

Mariposa ran the local art gallery, Rook and Raven, with an adjacent studio for classes.  She ran everything from sip and paint classes to the finer arts.  Her sculpting class had her paths crossing with Caterina Dellamorte.  An unpleasant experience that Mariposa wished never to repeat.  To her stunned disbelief, Caterina had sent her a gift two days after the class.  A gift delivered by her grandson Lucanis Dellamorte.  She’d embarrassed the hell out of herself by tripping after grabbing the present from him.  Thankfully she’d gone backwards instead of forwards, but she’d wanted the floor to open up beneath her.  Somehow Lucanis hadn’t been scared off and instead asked about her other classes she offered.

After two weeks, he’d asked her to be his date at one of his family functions.  He’d wanted a date that he could talk with and not have someone forced down his throat by his family.  Mariposa had agreed but that’s when she finally realized the family event would include dancing.  Thus, they were here at a dance class.  Lucanis had offered to teach her, but Mari didn’t think her heart would survive that.  Being that close to Lucanis would be hell on her wellbeing.  The man was entirely too attractive.  It wasn’t just that he was attractive, he was genuine.  There were times he was both smooth and awkward.  Mariposa had found herself falling quickly, and she’d forced herself to push down those feelings.  They were in entirely different worlds.

“Odette?” Mariposa asked as she spotted the blonde standing next to another familiar head of dark hair.  “Senna!”

“Friends of yours?” Lucanis asked as the two made their way over to them.

“Yes.  This is Odette Ingellvar, she owns The Nook and Raven bookshop.  Senna Thorn is an EMT and swimming instructor at the local aquatic center.”  Senna and Odette greeted Lucanis.  “This is Lucanis Dellamorte.”

“Wait.  Dellamorte?” Senna asked and Mariposa nodded.  “You aren’t related to Illario Dellamorte are you?”

“He is my cousin.  Why?” Lucanis asked curiously.  Senna groaned before Odette elbowed her.  “I sense a story behind that.”

“Somewhat.  I was one of the responders when he was on that capsized boat last summer.”  Lucanis pinched the bridge of his nose.  “He hit on me.  Me, of all people.”  Senna pointed to herself with a laugh as Odette shook her head.  She told Senna that she was a perfectly lovely person which got her a snort in answer from the woman in question.

“I apologize for him,” Lucanis began but Senna shook her head with a grin.

“Nah, no need.  I’ve encountered worse than him before.  How do you know Mari though?” Senna asked and Mariposa explained what happened.  “Oh yeah, I heard about that party.  The boss is invited.”

“Oh!  I heard about it as well, Professor Volkarin is attending for the university.” Odette smiled as Lucanis looked at her in surprise.  They heard about it but weren’t invited?  “No, we did not receive invitations.”

“Yeah, we’re not high enough on the socio-economic food chain to merit an invite to a prestigious event like that,” Senna said with a grin.  Odette chuckled and agreed with Senna’s sentiment.  “Don’t take it so seriously Lucanis.  I certainly don’t mind not being invited.  Me rubbing elbows with celebrities?  That’s a nightmare in the making.  Not to mention I’d have to wear a dress.”  Mariposa paused as she pictured Senna Thorn in a fancy ballgown before giggling at the thought of her in one of those princess style gowns.  She’d get lost in all the tulle, found only by the curses leaving her mouth.

“You do lack diplomacy,” Odette said with a chuckle.  Senna merely grinned at her and agreed.  “Are you here to learn how to dance for that party Mari?”

“Yes.  I never learned to dance and Lucanis said dancing is a big portion of the night.  So…”  She waved her hand helplessly.  Senna tilted her head as she thought about it but nodded.  Sounded about right for those rich gatherings.  That and she had a sneaking suspicion Lucanis did it to get close to Mari.  The man had excellent taste if he liked Mariposa.  Senna would reserve her judgment because he was a Dellamorte, but if he treated Mari right then he was okay in her books.

“Makes sense.”

“What are you two doing here?” Mariposa asked.

“Odette said that I needed culture.  So here I am,” Senna said with a snort.  Odette turned her nose up at Senna’s sarcasm.  They’d had this argument for the whole week leading up to the class, but Odette won out.

“The class will help with your athletics and poise.  Which should help you as an EMT shouldn’t it?”  Senna rolled her eyes.

“I agreed to come.  The instructor should be here soon.  I wonder who is teaching the class, that wasn’t on the flyer.” Senna looked over at Odette who shrugged.  She didn’t know who was going to be the teacher either.

They looked towards the door and Mariposa saw the way Senna’s face pinched in irritation.  She followed Senna’s gaze and slapped a hand over her mouth to muffle the laughter.  Odette looked stunned as well.  Mariposa thought that she wasn’t going to be the only one flustered now.

“You didn’t say they would be here,” Senna hissed to Odette.

“I didn’t know!” Odette protested as Davrin and Emmrich walked over to their group.  Senna bristled the moment Davrin approached.

“Say one word and I’ll make your life hell for the next week,” Senna warned him in a low voice.  Davrin merely grinned at her.  He practically leaned over her forcing her to look up at him.  She hated that.

“I wasn’t aware you were teaching a class here professor,” Odette said when Emmrich bowed to her.  She returned the bow and smiled warmly at him despite the way her heart hammered in her chest.

“I’m here to learn as well today.  I ran across Davrin here on my way inside.  Lucanis!  It’s a pleasure to see you here.”  Emmrich smiled at Lucanis.  Mariposa stood next to Odette and Senna.  Frustration was written clearly on Senna���s face and Mariposa hoped this wouldn’t put a damper on Senna’s night.

“Good.  Everyone is here,” said a sultry, accented voice from the doorway.  Senna, Odette, and Mariposa looked over to see the lithe man walking in.  His tanned skin and blonde hair contrasted to give him a beautifully exotic look.  Mariposa’s lips parted in surprise which annoyed Lucanis as he recognized the man.

Senna stared at the man as he spoke prompting Davrin to tease her.  “Oh shut up.  I know him from somewhere.”  Senna swatted at Davrin.  She huffed and turned away from the teacher as he asked them to pair up.

After the couples pair up

“Do you know the instructor Lucanis?” Mariposa asked quietly.  Her heart was thudding like a bass drum in her chest as his hand rested on her hip.  His fingers would squeeze when she moved wrong, a subtle correction that sent her blood pressure sky high.  The man was far too sexy for her sanity.

“Vaguely.”  Mariposa glanced up at him.  She’d heard the thread of irritation in his sultry voice.  She hoped it wasn’t bad blood.

“Alright.”  She looked down at her feet to make sure they were in the right position and sucked in a breath when his fingers grasped her chin.  He tilted her face up to his.

“Don’t look at your feet.  You’ll only wind up tripping over them if you do,” he said softly.  Her face burned as bright as a strawberry.  Lucanis smiled at the sight.  He enjoyed teasing her.  Mariposa had the most endearing reactions to his flirtations.  “You’re more graceful than you give yourself credit for.”

“I appreciate the compliment, but I don’t.”  She didn’t get a chance to finish when he suddenly pivoted and brought her in for a dip.  Mariposa’s fingers dug into his shoulder at the sudden move.  Her heart lodged itself in her throat when he leaned over.  He was so close.  His cologne wrapped around her, surrounding her in the fragrance.  The image of him leaning down and kissing her popped into her mind.  Her body ached at the thought.  She wanted to feel his lips on hers.

Mariposa heard the applause and felt her face heat up as it broke her from her heated thoughts.  Lucanis pulled them back up with a simple flourish, leaving her heart racing and her body throbbing.  It wasn’t entirely fair that he seemed so unaffected by her.  Maybe he was good at hiding it or maybe he just didn’t think of her like that.  She wasn’t sure.  She was awful at reading people, which her friends tried to help her with.

“Hmm, we have an advanced student in the class I see.”  Mariposa’s back snapped straight at the voice behind her.  She opened her lips to protest when she saw the man staring at Lucanis.  Oh.  She took a healthy step back at what seemed to be simmering tension between the two.  Her eyes flicked between the two, trying to gauge their reactions.  It was like reading plain marble.  No cracks or crevices.  Nothing to give away what was beneath the surface.

“Perhaps, but you have other students to pay attention to.  They require your attention far more than I do,” Lucanis replied smoothly.  Mariposa got the feeling she was in between two predators facing off in a silent battle.

“Of course.  Should you have any questions, please feel free to seek me out.”  He leaned over Mariposa’s hand, kissing the back of it in a whisper soft caress.  She was startled when Lucanis grabbed her wrist, bringing her hand back up to his chest.

“I don’t think that will be required.”  She looked up to Lucanis before glancing quickly at the teacher.  He had a smile on his face but it seemed to have a less than pleased tilt to it.  The silence stretched out for what seemed like ages to Mariposa as she felt her heart thudding in her ears.

“Ow!  What the hell Thorn!?” The shout broke the tense air between Lucanis and their teacher.  He turned to see Senna and Davrin arguing where they stood.  Mariposa released the pent up breath when he walked towards them.  Lucanis loosened his grip on her wrist, letting it drop away from his fingers.  Mariposa looked over and saw Senna staring at her.  She gave a wink and Mari was shocked.  Did Senna do that on purpose to get her out of that awkward situation?  If so, she owed Senna a coffee.  Multiple.

“Don’t get close to Zevran,” Lucanis whispered as the other students focused on the argument brewing between Senna and Davrin.  Mari looked up at him before back to Senna.  “He’s not someone safe.”

“Umm, alright.” Mariposa let out a soft squeak when he turned her towards the door.  “Lucanis?”

“If you require more dance lessons, I’ll be glad to give them to you.  At my home.”  Mariposa’s eyes widened and panic kickstarted her heart into a gallop.  “If it will make you more comfortable, you are free to invite your other friends as well.”

“Truly?” Mariposa asked.  He nodded.  “Thank you.  I’ll text you when I have a day free, is that alright?”  Lucanis agreed as they made it to Mari’s car.  “Do you want to grab some pizza?  It’s not fancy but my stomach isn’t tying itself in knots anymore.”

“Pizza sounds good.”

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I am home from vacation. We went to Orlando. Did the Disney thing (except Magic Kingdom), Universal Islands of Adventure, and Aquatica.

Managed to out walk two 13 year olds with my shitty knees at Epcot, Hollywood Sudios, and Universal. 🤣🤣 Got to see characters and rides that are closing permanently.

Fucked up my back. But not in the way you'd think! It wasn't being bounced around on Dinosaur or Smuggler's Run or the sheer drop from JP River Adventure Ride.

No.

My back got fucked up because I got out of the lounge chair at Aquatica wrong. 🤣🤣

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Reblog if you've found friendship because of your fandoms.

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I will be out of office next week as I go on vacation. I'll see you lovely people and mutuals after I get back. I'll likely be sunburned and tired af.

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Happy Thedas Weekend! Can I prompt you "one softly reading aloud from a book while the other dozes off leaning against them" from the Pillow Talk list for Finn/Bellara? 💖

Happy Thedas Weekend! Thank you for the prompt!! Finn and Bellara are adorable together. Proud to say Finn is a walking green flag. XD For @thedasweekend

Content Warning: wholesome, inner demons mentioned, maybe minor Veilguard spoilers Length: ~1.1k

Finn was standing at the top of the stairs when he heard Emmrich gently chiding Bellara’s sleeping habits, or lack thereof.  He walked down the stairs, watching Bellara’s reactions as the two spoke.  He knew Bellara had trouble sleeping and sympathized with her reasons for it.  He’d always had trouble sleeping since he left Skyhold that last time after his mother disbanded the Inquisition.  Regret crept in when his eyes closed and was a poor companion when it came to dreams.  Finn stopped when he reached the bottom step as he listened to Bellara stumbling over her explanation.  Finn knew he had to do something to help Bellara, but what could he even do?

“Have you ever tried reading to ease your mind for sleep?  I find that reading a book helps relax my mind.  Perhaps it will help you as well my dear Bellara,” Emmrich explained as he watched her reactions.  Finn studied her face too and saw the pain flickering through her eyes before she closed them.  He had a feeling nothing would soothe Bellara’s dream demons, and he was well acquainted with those too.  He swiftly crept up the staircase before they noticed him.  He had an idea.

That Night

Finn saw the light under Bellara’s door and knocked before he lost his nerve.  He had the book tucked under his arm.  The earful he’d gotten had been worth the trip, and he grinned at the memory of his mother scolding him for scaring her like that.  She still handed the book over without argument even though she was curious about why he needed it.  He knew his mother regretted the way their relationship had fractured, but it was slowly mending now.  Slowly and awkwardly, but they were working to overcome the distance in their relationship.  That came in handy now.

“Rook!  What are you doing here so late?” Bellara asked when the door swung open.  Finn held up the book with a grin.  “What is that?”

“It’s a book Varric wrote.  You said you’d always wanted to read All This Shit Is Weird in its entirety, right?” Finn asked watching her face shift from wariness to amusement.  Finn had always found it funny Varric had named the book that, even more so when he was told his mother encouraged the title.  As an off hand joke, Roisin had been trembling with amusement when Varric had given her the copy.

“Where did you get a copy up here?” Bellara asked, stepping back to let him inside.  She scurried around him to try and clear off her worktable and bench, wishing she’d known he was coming so she could clean up a little.  Rook never seemed to mind, even when she was rambling about her latest discovery.  She knew he didn’t understand half the things she was saying, but he paid attention.  Bellara had been stunned to realize he listened.  Her other relationships would always start to fray at the edges because she would prattle on and on about anything that popped into her mind.  Her random tangents in completely different directions would leave them confused and resentment would build.  Rook was different.  She never sensed any resentment from him.  Just a steadiness that she hadn’t realized she’d been floundering for.  Rook kept her thoughts anchored when they wanted to slip away before she’d fully realized the idea.

“Oh, that’s a secret,” he answered with a wink.  Bellara’s lips trembled with the urge to laugh.

“Did you use the eluvians to get a copy from somewhere else?” Bellara asked carefully, desperately struggling to keep the amusement out of her voice.  She wondered exactly where Finn had gone.  Bookshops in northern Thedas rarely held any tomes written by southern authors, and while Varric was the lone exception to that…  They certainly wouldn’t keep copies of the Inquisitor’s tale.

“Maybe.  It is yours to keep,” Finn said with a wide grin.  Bellara was surprised.  “I’ll give it to you under one condition.”  Finn shuffled her towards her bed, subtly doing so by keeping her occupied with conversation.

“What’s that?” Bellara asked, sitting down on the edge of her small bed in the corner.  She blinked and looked down.  When had he moved them to her bed?  “Finn.”

“Oh using a stern voice won’t work with me Bellara.” Finn grinned and leaned in until their noses brushed.  “I like it too much.”  He laughed at the flush on her cheeks as she pulled back.

Bellara’s face burned from how close he’d been.  She was comfortable around Rook, but he pulled stunts like that and flustered her.  His reactions genuinely made her think he liked her for who she was.  He would get close to her, remember what she liked, and he’d even cooked for her once.  To her surprise, it had come out beautifully.  She’d found out later that Rook had almost bullied Lucanis into teaching him how to cook it.  He would be at her side with a book or a tool she didn’t realize she needed, but then she’d remember that she’d told him about her latest discovery and he’d gotten what she needed.  She hadn’t even asked him.  Bellara was hesitant to trust that, but Rook remained steadily by her side despite her reservations.  Always with a smile and his hand extended towards her.

“Rook,” she said trying to sound as firm as she could.  It was hard when he was staring at her with that disarmingly charming smile.  “What’s your condition?”

“That I get to read it to you.  And only me.  Once we’re finished with the book, I’ll give it over to you.” Finn grinned as her jaw dropped in shock.

“You want to read me a book?” Bellara asked in a whisper.  No one had ever wanted to do that for her.  Not since she was a child.  Her heart skipped at the image.  Even as she caught on to what he was doing.  “You want to read to me so I’ll sleep.”

“Guilty.” Finn laughed as he readily admitted his plan.  “I knew you’d catch on, so why would I try denying it?” he asked seeing the unspoken question in her eyes.  “I thought that this would help you sleep.  Knowing you aren’t alone might help more than you think.”

“I.” Bellara paused as his words sank in.  She wasn’t alone.  Not anymore.  Rook showed her in so many ways that he was by her side.  She also had friends to depend on.  Tears welled in her eyes causing Rook to panic.

“I’m sorry Bellara.  I thought it was a good idea.  If you don’t want to do it, then we don’t have to.  The book is yours regardless,” Finn said stumbling over his apologies.  “I didn’t want to make you cry.”  He set the book aside as his hands reached for her.  His fingers stroked over her cheeks, brushing the tears off her warm skin.  His lips pressed a kiss against her forehead.

“It’s not a sad cry,” she replied smiling up at him.  “I just.  I’m happy you’re here.  I’ll agree to your condition.”

“You will?” Finn asked.  Bellara nodded before laughing at how his eyes narrowed in suspicion.  “That was too easy.  What are you plotting Miss Lutare?” Finn asked, leaning in with a charming grin.  Bellara’s cheeks heated seeing it but she shook her head.

“Not plotting anything.  I want to try and see if this will help me sleep too,” she answered.  Rook nodded and straightened to grab the book from the table.  Bellara stretched out on her cot, letting her hair down from the bun.  She began to braid the thick strands and was stunned when Finn’s fingers brushed hers aside to finish.  “When did you learn to do this?”

“One, I have long hair too madam.  I learned as a way of self-preservation for my own hair.  Second, my mother taught me,” Finn said carefully.  Bellara looked over her shoulder at Finn.  He rarely talked about his mother.  Bellara understood that kind of hesitation and pain, but she did know his mother was alive.  Finn hadn’t given them many details about her, and she sensed Harding knew more than she was letting on about Finn’s mother.  “There.”  He leaned back once he’d tied the braid off, grinning as Bellara inspected his work.

“Thank you.”  She smiled at him before settling down under the blanket.  “Now I’ll judge your reading skills.”  Finn chuckled and opened the book to the first page.

He was assaulted with the memories of learning his mother had been accused of killing the Divine.  He’d been so terrified that she was going to die, and he knew she hadn’t killed anyone.  That was not Roisin Lavellan’s way.  He smiled and began to read.

“The sky churned like a roiling sea on a dark and stormy night, centered on a gaping hope that led to the ass-end of nowhere.  A hole that spit up many things that day; comets, demons… and a whole lot of trouble.”  Finn looked over and saw Bellara’s eyelids drooping.  He smiled and continued on.  He paused when he got to the third chapter and glanced over.  Bellara’s breathing was even and deep.  Her face looked peaceful as she slept and he smiled.  She was sleeping, which was his goal. 

“You just had to sleep right before my big entrance into the book,” Finn whispered with a quiet laugh.  Chapter four was about the Inquisitor’s son barging into Skyhold right before the assault on Adamant.  “I wonder if you’ll figure it out.”  Finn smiled and shut the book.  He leaned in and kissed her temple, breathing in and smiling.  Bellara always smelled faintly of honeysuckle along with grease.  A smell that should not have worked but it did for him.  He straightened and headed to his own room after quietly shutting the door to her room.

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happy thedasweekend! uwu maybe some odette ingellvar/emmrich this week, with the pillow talk prompt of: noticing tiny habits that the other may have in their sleep (scrunching their nose, pouting, etc.)

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These two are cute together. Thank you for the prompt! For @thedasweekend.

Content Warning: cuteness and wholesome, no Veilguard spoilers Length: ~700 words

The first time they’d shared a bed, an actual bed, Emmrich noticed that Rook kept herself curled close to the edge.  Almost as if she were afraid to touch him at night and her answer when he asked had simply been ‘I didn’t want to disturb your sleep’.  He started to hold her hand at night and she stopped clinging to the edge of the bed.  His fingers would trace the lines of her face, as if he was mapping them out to commit to memory.  The first time he’d felt her hand on his back warmed his heart.  She was slow to trust but when she opened up it made the work seem worthwhile.  Though he did find out who it was that hurt her so badly.  No one questioned why that Watcher was suddenly on the worst duties imaginable in the Grand Necropolis.  Vorgoth seemed pleased as well when Emmrich would visit.

Emmrich ran a hand over her hair, still as soft as it was the day she’d appeared in the Grand Necropolis beside Bellara.  Though he noted there was more silver in it, the color merely accentuated her eyes more now.  He brushed his fingers over them and the laugh lines over her face.  She was still as beautiful as that day in the memorial gardens when he’d leaned in to kiss her.  She shifted and those steel blue eyes looked up at him drowsily.

“You’re doing it again,” Odette murmured shifting to get closer to him.  She rested her cheek against his chest.

“Do tell me dearest, what am I doing again?” Emmrich asked.  He wrapped his arm around her waist while his other played with the strands of her hair.

“You’re touching my face.”  Emmrich’s brow furrowed in confusion.  Odette’s shoulders shook as she laughed before tilting her face up to his.  “You’ve always touched my face.  Even back in the Lighthouse, but you’ve always done it when we’re getting ready for bed.”

“I didn’t even realize,” Emmrich began but froze when Odette grabbed his hand and cupped it against her cheek.

“I’ve never minded.  Now it’s hard for me to fall asleep without feeling your hand against my cheek or your fingers tracing my wrinkles.”  She grinned at the way he drew back at the word.

“They are hardly wrinkles,” Emmrich declared.  Odette laughed when he gathered her closer, burying his face in her hair.  “They’re merely accenting your face.”

“They’re wrinkles Emmrich.”  Odette grinned hearing him complaining against her hair.  “Are you going to be alright tomorrow?”  Emmrich heaved a sigh and leaned back.

“Of course I’ll be alright.  Will you be alright dearest?  I know you miss Isaac so.”  Odette looked up at her husband with a bemused smile on her face.  They both knew full well that it was Emmrich that got the most emotional when their son came to visit during his breaks.  Both Isaac and Manfred visited when they got the chance and Emmrich got misty eyed when they left.  Odette found it endearing.

“I believe I shall endeavor to remain strong for both of our sons.  Manfred is joining Isaac on his visit this year,” Odette said with a grin as the news sank in for Emmrich.  “So, let’s get some sleep so you’ll be rested enough to keep up with your gifted sons.”

“They are quite talented, aren’t they?  I’ve never been more proud of them.”  Emmrich smiled as she leaned against his chest, resting her cheek there and listening to his heartbeat.  He pulled her against him tightly, enjoying her warmth and her even breathing.  They had a busy day ahead of them, and they both knew they needed their sleep.

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from the pillow thoughts prompts: "noticing tiny habits that the other may have in their sleep (scrunching their nose, pouting, etc.)" for Alissa/Garrett? :)

Thank you for the prompt!! I really love these two. They were my first "official" ship in the Dragon Age fandom that I invested my time in. Elaina Cousland/Nathaniel Howe was my second. So thank you for this prompt because I do love them so much. For @thedasweekend

Content Warning: sleepy sarcasm Length: ~500 words

Alissa looked down at the bed with a heavy sigh.  It never failed.  She propped her hands on her hips as she studied the man and mabari sleeping soundly on the bed.  Sheets bunched up at his feet, shirt thrown Maker knows where, and his long limbs sprawled across the mattress.  Alissa shook her head lovingly at the spectacle.  They’d been together for almost twenty years now, the way Garrett slept was nothing new to her.  She ran a hand over the dog’s head and he grudgingly slithered off the bed with a loud huff of annoyance.  Alissa muffled the laugh and shook her head at his antics.

“Garrett.  Move over please,” Alissa asked softly.  His reply: a choked snore before he rolled over onto his side.  “I’ll take what I can get.”  She knew what was going to happen once she settled down beside him.  She made sure her back was facing his and the covers were at least over her feet.  Not even two minutes after she laid down, Garrett rolled over and pulled her back against his chest.

Never fails.  She was the only one he did this with.  Their kids shared in his particular habit of sleeping spread eagle on a bed, so he often had to fight with his own children if they wanted to sleep in the bed with him.  Leah was the worst as her feet would find the most sensitive spots and land with uncanny accuracy.  No, the only one he surrounded like this was her.

Alissa smiled feeling his beard brush the back of her neck.  She never minded this particular habit of Garrett’s.  After everything they’d been through, she treasured the connection with him.  She placed her hand over his spread out across her stomach and smiled.  His lips grazed the back of her neck and a laugh escaped.  “Did I wake you up?”

“No.  The dog did,” came the mumbled answer.  Alissa bit her lip to muffle her laugh when the dog answered with a groaning whine from the floor.  “Don’t complain.  I let you sleep on the bed for as long as I could.”

“Hmm, the dog does make for a cozy bed partner.”  Alissa grinned as she flipped around to face Garrett.  He mumbled a protest but she stretched up and kissed his cheek.  His arms pulled her up against his chest and he buried his face against her shoulder.

“Why are you being like this when we have to be up early?  I can’t do what I want with you this way…”  Alissa burst out laughing at how disgruntled he sounded.  She ran her fingers through his hair, just starting to turn silver, and grinned at him.  “You’re evil.”

“I promise to make it up to you when we have time.  How about I see if Bethany and Matthew would like a visit from their niece and nephew for the weekend?” Alissa asked with a grin.  Garrett paused as if thinking it over but Alissa knew his answer.  “Zephyr has mentioned he misses his cousin…”

“I suppose that will be fine.  Since he misses his cousins.  Make sure it’s the whole weekend though.”  Garrett grumbled before flipping her to face the wall again.  He pulled her back against his chest once more, ignoring his giggling wife.  It didn’t feel right unless it was a certain way.  “Now, I need to sleep.”

“Alright Garrett.  Good night.”  He fell asleep to his wife’s soft laughter and the dog snoring.  Once upon a time he never thought he’d have a life like this, and now he’d fight tooth and nail to keep it.

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Hi!!! Happy Thedas Weekend!! For Senna/Davrin, maybe a lake date? "lake – skinny dipping, fishing, swimming, or relaxing in a canoe"

Hi!! Thank you for this prompt! Modern AU Davrin and Senna fit this prompt so much. For @thedasweekend!

Content Warning: nakedness, college cringe tattoo, Senna battling her inner self doubt Length: 1.4k

Senna looked around her as she snuck out onto the dock.  She didn’t need any company for this midnight swim.  She’d gone camping with friends and family, but she felt so cooped up after a time with them.  Senna loved her friends and family but she needed room to breathe, and so she snuck out.  Her feet didn’t make a sound as she strolled down to the end of the dock.  She set her things down on the dock before taking a running leap.  That moment of weightlessness was everything she craved.  Exhilaration beat in her chest as she saw the water coming up to her.  The cool water closed over the top of her head and she was surrounded by the muffled silence.  For a blissful moment she was alone.  Senna kicked up and took in a breath of air as she broke the surface.  She planted her feet on the bottom of the lake, grinning as she felt the sand sifting between her toes.

The cool water caressed her naked skin as she’d kept her clothing on the dock.  The water came up to her chest and her nipples beaded in the water.  She didn’t want to bother wearing a swimsuit, it was just her in the water after all.  The full moon gave her more than enough light to see by.  Solitude.  Senna sighed happily as she swam in the lake’s still waters.  She was enjoying herself and didn’t hear anything until a hand clamped on her shoulder.

“What are you doing?” Senna choked the scream down before she whirled in the water to face Davrin.  “Swimming at night alone is dangerous.  You know that.”  Senna huffed at him.  She knew the dangers and also knew what to avoid.  Was he implying something?  Senna wanted to roll her eyes.  She was a part time volunteer rescue diver, of course she knew how to avoid the dangers of swimming at night.  She wasn’t stupid.  Just reckless.

“I also know how to avoid getting into trouble in the water.  What are you doing out here Davrin?” Senna asked while keeping her shoulders below the surface.  That’s when she realized one glaringly obvious detail: she was naked!  She didn’t need Davrin seeing her naked, she’d never live it down.  Thorn likes to skinny dip.  She could just hear it now.  He wouldn’t share it with the others, but he’d hold it over her head for months.

“I saw someone crazy enough to go swimming in the middle of a lake at night.”  Senna huffed at him in annoyance.  She stayed crouched in the water, thankful for the darkness around them.  Senna silently pleaded for him to go back, but that was useless.

“I’m not in the middle of the lake.  I’ve barely gone more than six feet from the dock,” Senna pointed out.  “I just needed to get away from the smothering parents for a bit.”  She sighed as he turned back to her with a skeptical arch to his brow.  “Ugh, you know how my parents are.  They hound my ass because I don’t have a partner like Jacek does.  Why can’t you settle down like your brother Senna?  Do you want to be all alone forever?  I’m honestly tired of hearing it every time I meet up with my family.”  Senna ran a hand over her hair, ignoring the pity she knew Davrin had in his eyes for her.  It was always the same.  Of course she didn’t have a boyfriend.  The one she wanted as her boyfriend didn’t see her as anything other than a friend.  She’d rather bite her tongue off than do anything to fuck with that friendship too, but she couldn’t help but compare anyone interested in her to Davrin.  They always came up lacking.  Senna wished he’d get a girlfriend so she could firmly shut down any delusions in her mind.

“Why don’t you settle down?” Davrin asked.  Her lips parted in surprise before pulling back in anger.  Of all people to ask her that, she didn’t want to hear it from his lips.

“Because I don’t want to.  Is that so hard to understand?  I don’t want to date anyone who won’t be worth my time.  Why is everyone so determined to get me paired off with someone?” Senna demanded heatedly.  She hadn’t realized she’d shifted in her anger.  Her shoulders popped out from under the water, until the tops of her breasts were revealed under the full moon’s light.  Yet she didn’t notice at all.  She was too busy complaining about meddling family to notice.

Davrin did.  His eyes darted down before realizing what he was seeing.  The dark water lapped at her skin under the moonlight, he swore he saw her dark nipples peeking over the surface of the water.  Was she naked?  Heat twisted in his stomach at the thought of her being naked and within reach.  He curled his fingers into his palms before ripping his gaze off her chest.  First, she swam by herself at night, but to find out she was swimming naked.  He wanted to yell at her, but he didn’t trust himself to say anything.

“You’re almost thirty.  Anyone would be curious,” Davrin began but was cut off by her annoyed scoff.

“You’re over thirty and no one asks you why you’re single,” Senna retorted.  Davrin’s eyes snapped back to her in irritation.  She crossed her arms over her chest and froze.  She let out a startled yelp before ducking back under the water.  Davrin couldn’t help but laugh at her reaction.

Senna glared at him from her position.  Of course he’d laugh at her.  Everyone did.  Okay, that’s not fair and just your self-pity talking.  “Go away Davrin.  I’ll get out of the water if you’re so concerned.”

“Somehow I don’t trust you.” Davrin crossed his arms and Senna cursed him.  His biceps flexed in the moonlight over that broad chest and her mouth went dry.  Bitch.  Even as she knew how unkind the word was in her mind, she couldn’t help it.  Her stupid body was being a traitor.

“Look.  Unless you want to see my naked ass, you’ll turn around right now.  And we both know you don’t want to see me naked.”  Senna pointed behind him in silent demand.  Davrin sighed and turned around at the stubborn look in her eyes.

“Just so you know, I wouldn’t mind seeing you naked.”  Senna froze at his words before laughing.

“Hah, nice one.  Please, you and any of the other guys at the station would run for the hills if you ever saw me naked.”  Senna huffed and climbed up onto the dock, letting the water sluice off her body.  She knelt on the dock to grab her towel, heedless to anything behind her.  She knew damn sure Davrin wouldn’t look at her.  Not me.

“A tattoo?” Senna’s back snapped straight and she looked over her shoulder at him.  He was staring at her ass unabashedly with his hands on his hips.  Heat flooded her face as she realized he saw it.  The stupid spring break tattoo she’d gotten in college when they’d gone down to the beach.  A small tattoo that said Bite Me right on her left ass cheek.  “What does it say?”  Senna gasped pulling the towel around her as she heard him moving in the water.

“That is none of your business.”  Senna held the towel around her in a vise like grip.  Her heart thundered in her ears as her eyes darted towards the pile of clothes she’d left by the edge of the dock.  She dove for them, but he was quicker.  “Come on!  Give them back!” Senna hissed impatiently as she stretched out her arm for her clothes.

“Not until you tell me what your tattoo says.”  Senna huffed in annoyance at him.

“It says bite me.  Happy now?” Senna asked before snatching her clothes back from his hands.  She had yet another dilemma.  Getting dressed.  Senna wasn’t paying attention to Davrin as she tried to think of a way to get dressed without revealing too much, but in the end…  Senna stood with her back to Davrin and dropped the towel.  She hastily pulled on her shorts and tank top.

“I’ll see you back at camp.  Not a word about what you saw,” she snapped before scooping up her towel and walking towards the campsite.  Senna didn’t trust herself to look backwards.  She didn’t want to see the ridicule that would no doubt be on his face.  Heat flooded her cheeks and she hurried back to the campsite to avoid being seen.

Davrin needed those few extra minutes to cool himself down.  He covered his lips as he knew the image of her back and ass would be seared into his mind for the foreseeable future.  He ran a hand over his head and watched her scurrying away towards the campsite.

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happy thedas weekend!!!! how about Odette Ingellvar/Emmrich Volkarin and edging (from the Kinktober prompts)? 👀

*kicks in the door* I ACTUALLY WROTE SMUT! For the first time in months!! I was so worried I couldn't write it anymore because of burn out!! Thank you for this request!! Odette and Emmrich would definitely fit the edging prompt! For @thedasweekend!!

Content Warning: fingering, cunnilingus, self doubt, teasing Length: 2.6k (Plot snuck in while I wasn't looking)

Odette’s finger trailed over the spines of the books along the library shelves searching for a particular tome to help with her lecture.  The Veilguard seemed like such a distant memory now despite being less than a year ago.  The Mourn Watch was doing their best to weed out any of Hezenkoss’ followers and accomplices, and Emmrich was leading the investigation on that.  Manfred had entered his formal study in the university established by the Mourn Watch.  Odette would look for him at her lectures but never expected him to join them.  Her area of expertise was not in the same field as Emmrich’s and by extension Manfred’s field as well.

Loneliness crept up at unexpected times.  They’d had so much time together in Veilguard it made Odette forget what her life had been like before the incident that drove her out of the Mourn Watch.  Lectures, classes, and students took up a majority of her time now.  She still made time to visit Minrathous to help rebuild alongside the Shadow Dragons and Neve and made sure to stop in to see Lucanis and Bellara.  Bellara visited the Necropolis more often than she did before, and she made sure to have tea with Odette.  Odette cherished her friends.  It made her remember that she wasn’t as easily forgotten as she thought before.  People remembered her.

“Rook!” Odette looked over her shoulder as Manfred made his way over to her.  She turned and smiled at how excited he appeared.

“Manfred, it’s so good to see you.  How are you liking your classes?” Odette asked with a warm smile for Manfred.  He’d come a long way as well.  He learned to talk more and was better at getting his point across.  “I’m so glad you’re enjoying yourself.”

“Note!”  Manfred handed her the missive and Odette’s stomach dropped out of reflex.  The last time she’d gotten a missive in the Grand Necropolis it had been summoning her for her trial that lead to her temporary exile.  Though it certainly hadn’t felt temporary at the time.  Odette sighed looking down at the scroll with its fancy wax dot stamped with the Mourn Watch’s seal.  Everyone else just found her themselves or her students would send scrolls haphazardly.  She still wasn’t going to question the sticky substance on one scroll.  They never sent her anything as official as this…

“Thank you, Manfred.  You’d best get going before you’re late,” Odette told him with a reassuring smile.  Manfred nodded and scurried off to his next class.  Odette opened the missive and her stomach twisted with dread.  Your attendance is requested at the grand hall Watcher Ingellvar.  Odette scrambled to think what could have prompted this summons, but nothing came to mind.  Her anxiety twisted into a vicious knot lodged just inside her chest.  She felt the bitterness coating the back of her throat but she did her best to push it away.  She couldn’t risk jumping to conclusions…  “Best not put this off.”

Grand Hall

“You summoned me my lords and ladies?” Odette bowed before the tribunal of senior Watchers.  She did her best to mask the nerves on her face and clasped her hands behind her as she waited to see what they wanted.

Emmrich sat on the far side of the tribunal wondering why Odette looked so nervous.  The others wouldn’t know it but he’d seen how she masked her emotions.  Her thumb brushed over her knuckles behind her back, that was a grounding method for her.  He couldn’t imagine why she would be so nervous?

“The Mourn Watchers would like to bestow an award for your efforts in the war against the evanuris while representing our noble faction.  You conducted yourself with the dignity befitting a senior Watcher while protecting Thedas from the Dread Wolf and evanuris.”  Odette flinched before the words registered.  What?  She looked up at the senior official presiding over the tribunal and confusion marred her face.  Why were they doing this?  Was it Emmrich’s doing?  The tribunal never gave out these awards to those that didn’t deserve it.  She couldn’t imagine someone like her getting one.  It has to be Emmrich’s doing.  “What say you, Watcher Ingellvar?”

Odette bowed low and pasted a smile on her face.  “I humbly accept the award.  I do not believe I deserve such an honor but I am grateful for the tribunal’s decision.”  She straightened and gave them all the smile she’d perfected over the years.  One of the skeletal servants brought over the award and handed it to Odette.  She thanked them and bowed once again to the tribunal.  She kept her head bowed until the last of them had filed out.  Odette didn’t waste a single second and bolted as politely as she could.

Odette’s Quarters

“An award?” Odette sighed as she studied it on her shelf.  “What bullshit.  I saw how much it pained them to give it to me,” she grumbled to herself before turning away from the shelf.  The Watchers had turned their backs on her after the incident during the civil war.  “The nobles will be giving them so much trouble over this no doubt.  Maybe I can contact the senior Watcher and give it back?  They can tell the nobles that it was just a gesture instead of an actual award.”  Odette grasped her chin as she began to pace.  She didn’t even pay attention to the door opening until the smell of his cologne reached her.  Her feet paused and she sighed heavily.

“Emmrich.  Was the award your doing?” Odette asked quietly before he reached out for her.

“Pardon?  What do you mean dearest?”  Odette turned to face him after his question.  “Odette?”

“The tribunal would never give me an award like that.  Did you say anything to them?” Odette asked.  Her voice was so flat and cold that it stunned Emmrich.  She never sounded like that.  Even when she’d come out of the Fade prison, she’d still had warmth to her voice.  Emmrich felt like he was listening to a stranger as she spoke.

“You deserve that award after your work in overcoming the evanuris,” Emmrich told her plainly.  He had put in a good word with the tribunal but it had been their decision in the end.  He thought she’d be pleased to be accepted, but instead he saw irritation.  The way her shoulders tensed with every word he spoke, the way her lips flattened into a thin line, and the furrowed brow.  None of that told him she was happy with the award.  “What’s wrong dearest?  I thought you’d be happy to be recognized by the tribunal?”

Odette let out a dry and bitter laugh.  It coated her tongue and words.  “Happy?”  She turned to face Emmrich.  “Happy that the same people that exiled me from the only home I’d ever known gave me an award?  A pat on the head?  Thinking that would erase what they did to me in the first place?”  She bit off the rest of her venomous words.  The wound was opened and Odette feared she would say something she regretted now.  “No, I’m not happy about it.  It’s not your fault so I won’t snap at you.”

“The nobles were the ones to exile you, weren’t they?” Emmrich asked.  Odette was stunned.  Emmrich didn’t know?  Of course he didn’t.  The senior leadership played their own politics and Emmrich didn’t play those bullshit ploys.  She sighed and shook her head.  She crossed her arms over her stomach and looked to the side.

“They were the ones who put pressure on the tribunal.  Even if the nobles did make their complaints, I’d have been safe if the senior leadership said it was fine.  They didn’t, however, and I was forced to leave.  I was told I could come back once things calmed down, but we all know what they really mean.” Odette hugged her stomach tightly as she remembered that day.

“I’d received a summons like the one Manfred gave me.  I believed that I was going to be exiled again.  A knee jerk reaction surely, but the thought still lingered.”  Odette sighed heavily.  “I’m no one special in the Watchers.  I’m a decent professor but I’m nothing the students brag about nor do they fight to attend my classes.  My magic is adequate but it’s nothing too specialized.  The only thing that sets me apart from my fellow Watchers is my actions in the Veilguard.”  She shrugged.  “Even then, I didn’t do it alone.”

Emmrich knew this was a deep seated insecurity in Odette, but he’d had no idea the actions the Senior Watchers had committed.  No wonder she had been so reluctant to return to the Grand Necropolis.  Myrna and Vorgoth had warned him that Odette suffered deep wounds from the tribunal before she’d been forced out.  He couldn’t imagine being forced to leave the Grand Necropolis.  He reached for her, ignoring her quiet protest as he drew her against his chest.  He ran his hand over those golden locks he’d come to adore over the past year he’d spent with her.  As warm as a sunny day in Rivain.  He kissed the top of her head despite her grumbling.

“I don’t need comforting Emmrich.  It’s alright.  It may be an old wound, but there’s just a scar now.”  He didn’t release her to her surprise.  His fingers gently grasped her chin, just three fingers but she followed.  He brushed a gentle kiss across her slightly parted lips, savoring the soft tremble that went through her.  He’d have to show her that she was special.  He couldn’t completely erase those self-doubts, that was a personal journey, but he could certainly do what he could to show her he wasn’t going to leave her.

Odette leaned into the kiss, sighing softly when his other hand pressed against the small of her back.  She didn’t even realize she was being moved until her knees hit the back of the bed.  “Emmrich?” She barely formed his name before she was unceremoniously pushed onto the soft mattress.  A startled laugh made its way past her lips before he leaned over her.  She looked up at him in surprise before reaching up.  He let her guide him until their lips met in a soft, sweet kiss.  He felt her heart in it.

Her feelings for him still humbled him at times.  He’d truly never expected to find his other half.  He’d accepted spending his life alone with his work.  Until Odette burst into his life with a mission to save Thedas.  She complimented him in ways he hadn’t realized were lacking.  The thought of living without her…  His heart squeezed at the very thought.  He brushed the backs of his fingers against her cheek, sliding his palm against her warm skin, smiling as she leaned into his touch.

“I love you dearest.”  Odette smiled at him and whispered the words against his lips as they brushed over hers.  His hand slipped down, slowly slipping the buttons free on her blouse until he parted the fabric under his head.  She broke their kiss to look down at his hand with a single arched eyebrow.  The stern teacher look that never failed to amuse him.  Instead of answering her unspoken question, he kissed her to silence her thoughts.  His palm drifted down over her stomach, pausing to toy with the waistband of her pants.  He slid his fingers beneath the soft fabric, easing down until he reached her.  Already slick and aching for his touch.  His fingers teased the sensitive bud until her breath hitched in her throat.  He loved the way she reacted to his touch.  Odette was so sensitive.

Her back arched and her thighs clenched around his arm, but he pulled away instead of teasing more.  Her lips parted in surprise but he merely looked down at her with a smile.  His lips brushed her cheek, tasting the frustrated tears that slipped down her face.  One hand curled into the sleeve of his shirt, giving her an anchor.  His lips trailed over her cheek down to the corner of her mouth.  He nibbled there before his hand slipped between her legs once more.

His palm ground against her clit, giving her relief.  Her lips parted on a moan that he swallowed with his lips.  She tasted so sweet.  He was addicted the taste of his name on her lips.  He sensed her body tensing beneath him and pulled his hand away to rest against her stomach.

“Emmrich!” Odette’s voice was hoarse but he heard it.  The soft pleading in his name.  He kissed her temple to hide his smile.

“Yes darling?”  Odette reached up to grab at his collar.  He was surprised when she pulled, sending the buttons of his shirt scattering on her floor.  She curled her fingers into the fabric hanging loosely around his neck until his lips were inches from hers.

“Don’t tease me today.”  Emmrich merely smiled against her lips.  He pressed a light kiss to the corner of her mouth.  Rather than answer, he leaned back until he was kneeling between her legs resting his palms on the inside of her thighs.  He paused to take in the picture of her before him.  Flushed with lips swollen from his kiss.  Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she tried to catch her breath from his kisses and fingers.  He hooked his fingers in her waistband, tugging until he tossed her pants to the side.

His palms ran over the inside of her thighs, savoring the soft moan that escaped her lips.  His thumbs grazed inches above that aching nub, and he sensed her impatience.  Instead of indulging her, he was going to indulge himself this time.  He shifted until her legs rested over his shoulders and his lips kissed a trail up the inside of her thigh.  Emmrich smiled when she squirmed impatiently as he skipped over her aching core.

“Emmrich, please don’t tease me.  I can’t take it today.”  Odette groaned as Emmrich merely kissed the inside of her other thigh rather than answer.  She threw her arm over her eyes, whimpering when his teeth nibbled at the sensitive skin.  Her back arched when his lips suddenly sealed over her clit.  Her lips parted on a keening moan at the pleasure roiling through her.  Heat throbbed through her body, centering on his lips and tongue.  The tension built layer by pleasurable layer until she felt the dam about to break.  To her eternal frustration, Emmrich lifted his head right as she was almost there.

“Emmrich.”

Her pleading tone almost broke his resolve.  Almost.  He wanted her to come completely apart under his hands.  He waited for the tremors to stop before he teased that sensitive nub with his tongue again.  Her thighs squeezed his head as if desperate to keep him where he was.  The quiet sob hitched in her chest when he lifted his head yet again just before she fell over the edge.  Sweat trailed down her face, plastering those golden locks against her temple.  Her eyes were clouded with desire and frustration.  He shuddered at the picture she made.

“Please.  Please let me finish,” Odette whispered.  His eyes locked on hers.  She was rarely this direct.  “Please.”  He could never resist her.  Not when she got like this.  Emmrich smiled against her thigh before kissing her stiff nub.  Odette’s head fell back on a choked cry when he didn’t let up this time.

She fell over the edge with her lips parted on a silent scream.  Heated pleasure crashed through her like waves in a hurricane.  Her fingers curled hard in the sheets with each wave pulsing through her body.  Her legs trembled as the pleasure slowed, leaving her struggling to catch her breath from the force of it.  She silently reached for him when he straightened.  Emmrich’s lips curved in a smile as they covered hers in a tender kiss.  The moment felt like spun glass; she was so scared it would shatter with the wrong glance.

They both looked up at the knock on the door.  “Watcher Ingellvar.  Your presence is requested by the tribunal.”  Odette’s head fell backwards as reality crashed through their warm bubble.  If she wouldn’t get in trouble, she’d curse every single one of the seniors on the tribunal.  She answered she’d be right there.

Emmrich kissed her forehead before pulling her in for a tight embrace.  “I’ll be waiting for you here dearest.”  Odette curled her fingers in his shirt, holding him against her not wanting to let him go.

“Alright.  I’ll go see what they want.  Though I think I already know.”

“What do you mean?” Emmrich asked quietly as she sat up slowly buttoning her shirt back up.

“They want that award back.  The nobility won’t stand for me to have it.” Odette slowly got to her feet, cursing how unsteady she was from that orgasm.

“They wouldn’t do that,” Emmrich assured her.  Odette looked over her shoulder at him before she smiled.

“Shall we make a wager?  If I win, then you’ll have to listen to whatever request I have.  If you win, I’ll listen to whatever request you have.”  Odette grinned as she saw Emmrich thinking it over.

“You have yourself a wager darling, but I don’t lose.  So I do hope you’re ready for what I have to say.”  Odette grinned as the anticipation shuddered through her.  She hoped Emmrich was ready because she was one hundred percent positive the tribunal wanted the award back.  She leaned in and kissed him.  A simple kiss but one that she poured all her feelings into.  Odette stepped back and smiled at him before she headed out the door.

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Can't believe they put a slutty little hood on Viago's armor, and he didn't wear it even once...

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Ugh, I hate burn out. I can't seem to write anything these days. 😭😭

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20 Questions for Fanfic Writers

Tagged by the lovely @vorchagirl. Thanks for the tag lovely! This was fun even if that last question got me emotional!! XD

1). How many works do you have on AO3?

From my 2 accounts: SeigePhoenix has: 99 HeroAssociation has: 34

2). What’s your total AO3 word count?

SeigePhoenix is around 750k, so almost a million HeroAssociation is around 415k

Together? Over 1 million words written since 2015.

3). What are your top five fics by kudos?

SeigePhoenix:

The Serpent – 345 (Mass Effect Andromeda retelling of if the Ryder twin wasn’t in a coma but instead a mercenary on Kadara) Every Little Thing - 257 (Inquisitor Cadash x Varric Tethras I wrote for BE) Warm Me Up – 197 kudos (Evfra x Female Ryder that I wrote for a friend as a gift)

HeroAssociation:

Boku no Hero Kinktober – 1704 (from way back in the day when I wrote for MHA) Kinktober 2020 – 1564 kudos (I do believe this is self-explanatory) Color Blind – 1302 kudos (Hawks x Female Reader, soulmate AU)

4). What fandoms do you write for?

I mainly write for video game fandoms.  I used to write reader fics for anime fandoms but oh my gods the hate and toxicity was unreal.  So I don’t touch those anymore unless it’s privately written for friends.

I write for Dragon Age (Origins, 2, Inquisition, and Veilguard), Mass Effect (the OT and Andromeda), Cyberpunk 2077, Baldur’s Gate 3, Skyrim (though that’s mostly just my Dragonborn and Farkas), Stardew Valley, and Avowed.

If we’re mutuals and you like anime, I can be inclined to write anime as well.  So long as I know enough about it.  I’m definitely not closed off from writing it, but I will be sending it via Google Docs or similar programs instead of publishing it.

5). Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to!  But sometimes my brain likes to switch gears and I totally forget.  Then by the time I remember it’s been a month and I’m dying of mortification that I forgot.  The whole dog meme of “SQUIRREL” that’s me.

6). What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

That one is easy.

Fool Me Once.  Absolutely does not have a happy ending.  Ryder and Reyes do not ride off into the sunset together.  Celeste Ryder turns her back on Kadara after being tortured.  I always wanted to write a sequel, but I lost a lot of love of writing around that time due to burn out.  I never got around to writing again until much later. If you check this one out, heed any and all tags associated with the chapters.

Darkside is still up in the air if it will be happy or angsty at the end.  We’ll see where Cara and Illario take me. Heed any tags and warnings about this. Their relationship is definitely not healthy.

7). What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

The fics I wrote for others for exchanges.

Every Little Thing – Varric chooses the Inquisitor Cadash Color Blind I suppose the Rent A Dom and Waiting on a Hero fics from my other account are happy endings as well.

8). Do you get hate on fics?

Back when I wrote for anime I did.  And most recently I got comments on The Frog Queen (my female Cousland x Nathaniel Howe long fic).  It was more weird than hate?  Because they devoted the energy to leave a nasty comment rather than doing something productive with their lives.  *shrugs*

If I’m in the mood, I’ll troll haters.  My best work is just linking to a Rick Roll.  Most of my mutuals know to not trust any links I post under “hate” comments because I’m intentionally being cheeky.

The hate used to get to me.  It doesn’t anymore.  Now I’m just like: you have that much extra energy/motivation to leave a hate comment?  Get a hobby.  Leave my old ass alone to molder in peace.

9). Do you write smut?

*waves hand at my entire blog* And the anime one too.  On that one I wrote so much darker smut than here.  All tagged appropriately.  I do write darker stuff and monster fucking too.  I have 0 shame in it.

I write smut for f/m and f/f ships.  I don’t write m/m because I’m still a little leery after being called names back in the day.  As I’m a cisgender woman writing m/m ships, I was called fetishizing and so I tend to take a step back.  If someone requests it I will write it, but that’s about it.  I won’t write it on my own.

10). Do you write crossovers?

Not too many.  I have written AUs before, but not really any crossovers.  The only one I can think of was for a Black Emporium fic years ago.  It was a Skyrim x Dragon Age crossover.

11). Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes.  A 14 year old took my Kinktober pieces from MHA and posted them on Wattpad.  It was a headache and a half getting that taken down.  I went through such a blocking spree on that blog after that.  A lot of my stuff doesn’t get stolen which I’m thankful for.  XD

12). Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope.  No one’s ever asked me anyway.

13). Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

I have not cowritten a completed fic but I do write back and forth stories featuring my and friend’s OCs.  The only fic I’ve been tagged in as a cowriter is more a collection than anything else.  Letters from the War.

14). What’s your all-time favorite ship?

I don’t pick favorites.  XD That’s rude.  I just have current fixations on ships.  Right now those are: Elfie x Gale from BG3 Ashia x Halsin from BG3 Senna Thorn x Davrin from Veilguard Cara Valisti x Illario Dellamorte from Veilguard Veronique “V” x Jackie from Cyberpunk 2077

15). What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

New to the Neighborhood.  It’s a Shepard x Kaidan modern AU where Kaidan moves into the neighborhood with a kid and Shepard happens to be his neighbor.  Typically romance novel stuff, but I just wrote myself into a corner and can’t figure a way out of it.

16). What are your writing strengths?

Smut.  Just kidding.  I like to think characterization is a strength of mine but not sure.  I do know that I love writing dialogue and banter.

17). What are your writing weaknesses?

Everything.  I have a lot of weaknesses but I do this for funsies, so I’m not looking to really overcome it too much.  I do keep in mind certain things I’m not good at writing.  Show not tell is a big one for me.  XD

18). Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

I mean I have.  If I have a mutual or a friend that speaks that language I’ll go and ask them if I’m doing it right.  Otherwise I do research about the language before I use it.

19). First fandom you wrote for?

InuYasha when I was sixteen.  It’s the first one I really remember writing down because most of the time it was acted out when I was a kid.  I didn’t really write as a kid because nothing was sacred in my house.  -.-

20). Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

Oh jeez.  That one’s easy.

The Serpent

It’s by far my favorite and the first long fic I ever wrote.  It took years to finish it.  I still love it and the characters.  Cerise Ryder is my ride or die gal and will remain so.  She got her happy ending in The Bloody Crown.  It wasn’t all roses and sunshine, everything settled happily.  Her ending was more about acceptance and healing than anything else.  I cried when I finished the sequel.  It’s my good-bye to her.  But that fic will always remain my favorite I ever wrote.

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