#cough cough dorothea

[ashes-of-ailell]

might just assign songs from the persona dancing games to three houses characters based on what I think they'd dance to in a hypothetical 3h dancing game.

and who their partners for fever time dances would be of course

[aliaology]

DOROTHEA

summary: jack and luke talking about their older sister, who they’ll forever cherish even if shes all the way in vancouver with quinn. their talk brings up memories that will forever be theirs.

almost a sequel of my “never grow up” fic 🤍

hey dorothea, do you ever stop and think about me?

growing up, jack always looked up to big siblings. each holding a special place in his heart. but both of them we’re different. quinn was the one he went to about hockey, girls, and school. y/n was the one he went to for almost everything else.

maybe it was because of how she was always overprotective of him, quinn and luke. he felt closest to her. it was clear she was the favorite, for each brother.

“do you think y/n thinks about us a lot?” luke asked when she went off to college. jack gave luke a look. “of course she does, moron. it’s not like she could forget us.”

luke shrugged. “i just miss her.”

when we were younger, down in the park, honey making a lark of the misery.

“do you think y/n stops to think about us? like— do you think she sees something like the color red and think about us?” luke asked, sitting next to jack.

jack held a picture frame of him, luke, quinn and her on her highschool graduation day.

“maybe not that much— but i like to think she does.” jacks eyes flickered to luke then back to the picture.

luke let out a sigh. “do you remember the summer before she went to college? almost every other day she would take us to the park to just, forget. forget that she would be leaving.”

jack quietly laughed. “i can’t forget that. highlight of my summer, along with you tripping every time you climbed the rock wall and fell”

luke slapped his brothers arm. “fuck off”

you got shiny new friends since you left town. a tiny screens the only place i see you now. and i got nothing but well wishes for you.

jacks shoulders moved along with his laughter. then it went quiet. “i miss her. i hate that we only see her through a tiny screen.” he spoke.

“at least we can still see her. im jealous of quinn though.” luke added.

jack shrugged. “i am but im not. we got her for a few years, it was his turn now.”

“yeah— but permanently.” luke told.

the two stopped talking. looking at the picture. their older sister smiling happily at the camera with her arms wrapped around jack and luke. quinn stood on the end, arm wrapped around jack.

she stuck out like a sore thumb in the picture. her bright blue graduation gown and bright blue cap was a huge contrast to the mix of whites, blacks, reds and greens the boys wore.

along with her height. the heels she wore made her tower over the boys.

hey dorothea, do you ever stop and think about me? when it was calmer, skipping the prom just to piss off your mom and her pageant schemes.

laughter flooded through the quiet park. heels clicked against the sidewalk in a fast pace along with three other sets of feet running behind.

“moms so gonna kill you, sissy!” luke laughed.

you hunched over, hands on your knees as you caught your breath. luke leaned onto you, trying to catch his breath as jack and quinn stifled their laughs.

“she spent so much on this dress, and these damn— heels!” you spoke, struggling to get them off.

“not to mention the ticket!” jack added, grabbing your hand to help you stay steady as you took off the heels.

“i still don’t understand why you ditched, and why you dragged us along” quinn spoke.

“if a hughes goes down, we all do” you gave a toothy grin.

jack smiled softly as he helped you out. luke held your side, stabilizing you so you could get the heel off.

your long green dress clung to your body. the necklace you wore made its way into jacks pocket and was replaced with the necklace he got you for your birthday.

your ‘pearl’ bracelet was replaced with the bracelet luke made. and your ‘pearl’ ring was replaced with the ring quinn gave you. every nice piece of jewelry was replaced with one that actually meant something to you, whether they were pretty or not. (cough lukes beaded bracelet)

you pulled the pins out of your hair, along with the fake pearls and diamonds. you took the long clip that held your hair, out and shook your head.

“thank god im out of that. i love mom but god it felt like she was preparing me for a pageant.” you laughed.

in that moment, all brothers adored you. adored how you clearly cared for them. “lets head home now” you smiled.

but its never too late to come back to my side, the stars in your eyes shined brighter in tupelo. and if you’re ever tired for being known for who you know, you know you’ll always know me.

jackhughes

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jackhughes vancouver may be fun, but i miss you, so come back.

tagged: ynhughes

comments

ynhughes i miss u more kid ☹️❤️

jackhughes so come back!

ynhughes its not that easy babes

jackhughes so make it easy lol

user14 im sobbing bring y/n back

user17 come back y/n jacky needs u

user97 BRING THE GANG BACK TOGETHER 😭😭

_quinnhughes i finally get my sister time and you want her back?

jackhughes yeah 😁😁

_quinnhughes gtfo

lhughes_06 this is true, i agree

jackhughes uh yeah id hope so

ynhughes guys pls 😞😞

user61 this is so 😭😭😭😭

trevorzegras bring hot stuff back!!!

jackhughes shes five years older than you, give it a rest 😒😒😒

trevorzegras never back down never what?

colecaulfied NEVER GIVE UP 😱😱😱😱

user73 i miss the hughes siblings together

user15 maybe vancouver will be good for her. maybe she’ll find a boyfriend

trevorzegras NO.

user82 trevor i love u 🥰

user27 i feel like any sad taylor song about growing up or even her friends like dorothea, could relate to them and y/n

tags: (perm) @hockeyboysarehot (just ask if you’d like perm tags <3 )

[real-fire-emblem-takes]

I think it's really funny when characters in three houses will NOT s-rank a Byleth of the same gender but will have epilogues with other characters of the same gender that are heavily implied (or basically stated) to be romantic. Manuela will hook up with a girl, but only when she's Dorothea, not YOU. Dimitri will be fucking buried next to Dedue but when mByleth hits on him Dimitri just coughs into his hand and politely excuses himself.

tbf Byleth is literally just 🧿👄🧿 98% of the time

[pupsmailbox]

MEDICAL︰GORE ID PACK

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[juliakeyoto]

You ever think about how Edelgard is just objectively right.

Like, cut out all the war stuff, cut out all the war crime debates, let’s cut to the heart of it: nobility and the crest system. Units that are affected by their crest/being a noble/not being a noble/church stuff:

Ingrid (being passed around to get married due to her crest/her being a woman)

Sylvain (automatically assumes people will only love him for his crest, so he acts like a flirt and hates women)

Leonie (is unironically in debt so she could get a higher education)

Dorothea (I made a rant about this earlier, but she was kicked cast away by her noble dad, and had to do unsavory acts for a chance at her own future)

Felix (is an asshole cause his dad basically slapped him in the face when his brother died over his “knightly and noble” views of how Glenn died)

Bernadetta (is abused by her dad to “become the perfect wife)

Lysithia (is literally dying because of her second crest, which she has due to being used as a test dummy to see if it would even work, leading to all her sibling dying)

Edelgard ( same as above, but worse cause she’s being used as a weapon with barely any way out)

Ashe (his adopted older brother was scapegoated by the church, and when his adopted father looked for Justice he was killed)

Marianne (is literally SUICIDAL because her crest simply has rumors, is harassed by people when they find out)

Caspar (basically has nothing waiting for him at home unless he makes a name out for himself)

Mercedes (has to leave her house due to her dad wanting to make crest babies with her)

Jeritza (went insane or some form of insanity due to the above situation)

Yuri (was used by nobles due to his looks)

Constance (house fell apart since they supported House Hresvelg during the insurrection, so no help came during the Brigid offensive)

Hanneman (his sister was basically made into a baby machine for a cruel, uncaring noble, which lead Hanneman to leave his position)

Mikklan (was cast aside for no crest)

And these are just named characters. How many nameless faces met these same fates? How many died due to some noble scuffle? How many women were used and abused for children? How many died homeless while Nobles counted stacks of gold? When does it end?

And what does the church do? It makes a falling apart, underground “haven” called Abyss. I know any port in a storm, but if the church can afford 5000g a month for teachers that are doing well, they can cough up more money for Abyss. Or is that money better spent on Rhea’s private army, that can execute innocent people like Christophe? Is it better spent on the golden statues of the saints, in the already pristine church that is in the monastery? Is it better spent spreading Rhea’s lies about crests being given from the goddess, leading to people believing they need them to be successful in life? Rhea herself has twisted history and split nations, so she is obviously not corrupt at all. Regardless of her reasons why, her systems and regulations have caused thousands, if not millions to suffer.

So while you’re eating ice cream in Garreg Mach, the church preaches the goddess’s love, while thousands probably die daily due to the system the church supports.

[leavethemtorot]

The Lost Tremaine Children

Picrews were given to those who lived past 2, with the more formal given to those who lived past 7

In order of birth

Adrian Tremaine was born February 15th XX00 to Anastasia Jacobs nee Tremaine and her Husband Laeythn Jacobs and as an older twin to one Anthony Tremaine. He never met his father as the man wasn't sentenced to the Isle. Adrian died in an unfortunate accident, being pushed in a friendly argument with a Cousin and falling down the stairs. His death date is July 16th XX08, he was eight years old.

Dominique Tremaine was born April 6th XX00 to Drizella Roussel nee Tremaine and her husband Fabian Roussel, who was never sentenced to the Isle. Dominique died in a fit of rage by her mother, bleeding out from head wounds caused by one of the chairs thrown at her. Her death date is December 10th XX03, she was 3.

Apolline Tremaine was born February 14th XX01 to Anastasia Tremaine and John Ratcliffe. She dies at Maleficent's hands, after being locked out of the house overnight and her goblins stumbling upon her. Her death date is April 9th, she was 5.

Alyna Tremaine was born May 31st XX02 to Anastasia Tremaine and Matthew Snoops. She dies of heat stroke, left in a stifling hot room for several hours with an older brother who barely survives. Her death date is June 5th XX03, she was a year and 5 days old.

Diane Tremaine was born September 9th XX02 to Drizella Tremaine and Edgar Balthazar. She dies due to internal injuries and illness, the injuries due to being placed in the Layflower for over a day as a punishment for her mother. Her death date is December 19th XX07, she was 5.

Ambroise Tremaine was born April 20th XX04 to Anastasia Tremaine and James Hook. He dies due to starvation and whooping cough. His death date is January 11th XX06, he was 20 months old or a Year and 8 months.

Daphne Tremaine was born September 16th XX06 to Drizella Tremaine and Horace Badun. She dies due to chicken pox. Her death date is September 22 XX07, she was a year and 6 days old.

Damian Tremaine was born June 6th XX09 to Drizella Tremaine and James Hook. He dies due to SIDS. His death date is July 18th XX10, he was 13 months old or a year and a month old.

Daria Tremaine was born May 31st XX13 to Drizella Tremaine and Herman Bing as a younger full sister to Desi Tremaine. She dies after being pushed down the stairs, snapping her neck. Her death day is June 25th XX16, she was 3.

Dell Tremaine was born August 11th XX13 to Desiderata Tremaine and Dwight Hendrix. They die to injuries after being thrown in the Layflower as a punishment to her mother. Their death date is April 6th XX19, she was 6.

Deidra Tremaine was born June 8th XX14 to Drizella Tremaine and Jasper Horace, as an older twin to Declan Tremaine. She dies due to the flu. Her death date is October 29th XX18, she was 4.

Declan Tremaine was born June 8th XX14 to Drizella Tremaine and Jasper Horace, as a younger twin to Deidra Tremaine. He dies due to Shaken Baby Syndrome. His death date is June 5th XX16, he was 23 months or a year and 11 months.

Dorian Tremaine was born May 15th XX16 to Drizella Tremaine and Jasper Horace, as a younger full sibling to Deidra and Declan. He dies due to the flu. His death date is November 17th XX17, he was 18 months or a year and a half.

Deilia Tremaine was born October 12 XX18 to Drizella Tremaine and Gaston LeGume the Second, as a younger full sibling to Dorothea. She dies due to SIDS. She was 8 months old.

[jungle-angel]

Into The Wild Woods (Ben Mears x Reader)

Summary: You, Ben and the coven are all out on a hunt one night when you receive some unexpected help from the most unlikely of places

Warnings: Injuries, religion, multifandom crossovers etc.

Tagging: @floydsmuse @attapullman @rhettabbotts @sebsxphia

You placed your hand on Ben's clammy forehead, his chest heaving from his labored breathing. A horrid wet sounding cough came from his throat as Father Callahan made the sign of the cross on his forehead, lips and chest with a few drops of holy water. You very gently pressed a cotton ball against the scratches on his chest, surrounded by tiny little threads of blue and beginning to turn an ugly black.

"Damnit!" Father Callahan hissed. "Where's Dorothea when you need her? She'd be able to draw this out of him."

You wished with every fiber of your being that the voodoo priestess was here too and not three and a half hours away in Bangor. With her and Father Callahan's help, she'd be able to draw out the black poison that was beginning to show itself.

"Baby......." he mumbled, his speech beginning to slur. "M'freezing.....keep me warm....."

You lowered your head to kiss him. "I'll stay with you," you promised him. "Don't worry. You're safe."

Father Callahan gathered the rest of the coven around him. "Listen up," he told them. "I want every single one of you to go and find as much wild garlic as you can. Find wild garlic, buckthorn, wild roses, juniper, holly, hawthorn, anything that's in the plant section of the grimoire, go find it......hurry!"

Off into the woods they all ran, Mark Petrie, Mike and Lucy Ryerson, Matt Burke, Bonnie and Corey Bryant and all the rest, searching frantically while you and Randy stayed with Ben. Their lanterns and flashlights burned like fiery eyes in the woods as they went about searching for the plants that would help draw out the vampire poison.

At last, Father Callahan had found something, the blooms still fresh on a wild hedge of roses likely from an abandoned shack or cabin in the woods and smelling heavily of the rugosa roses Mabel Wertz had planted outside the coven house. Quickly with the Swiss Army knife in his pocket he began cutting as many off the bushes as he could, petals and all when he suddenly felt something pointy against his throat.

"What's this?" asked a woman's voice in the dark. "A priest caught off his guard?"

Father Callahan looked up and over his shoulder, relieved at the face he saw.

**************************

You and Ben were startled by the blinding white light that suddenly emerged from the trees, illuminating your faces. A huge white stag came galloping over the grass and rocks, the antlers like a great crown upon its head. Somewhere behind it, four horses with riders upon their backs followed, the hoofbeats thumping along the ground.

The stag disappeared into thin air when the horses reigned in to a stop but the light didn't fade as the riders dismounted. Your jaw dropped when you saw who they were.

"Is he bad (y/n)?" Harry asked, kneeling beside Ben.

"He was scratched," you answered.

"Doxy?" Harry asked again.

You shook your head. "Vampire."

Harry sucked in a breath. "Fuck," he cursed under his breath. "Malfoy!"

A silver haired rider in a cloak of deep green and black hurried to you, Harry and Ben with a drawstring bag. Ben shuddered when Draco touched his skin, the beads of sweat standing out on his forehead.

"He's beyond the help of muggles," Draco concluded. "He needs wizard medicine."

"But what about the others?" you asked. "They went off to find wild garlic and the other things."

"We'll make a paste and wrap the wound with it," Draco answered. "But we need to hurry and get home. If we wait too long he'll fade."

The others came rushing back with the wild plants and quickly, Draco, Harry, Ginny and Astoria set to work making a paste with the plants. Ben's face scrunched in pain when it was applied, his big hand squeezing yours as Draco's careful hand applied it, his voice speaking in some language that neither of you had ever heard before.

"How did you know where to find us?" Father Callahan asked.

"Easy," Harry chuckled, tightening the saddle on the huge horse he had ridden. "Abraxan horses have noses keener than a bloodhound's. They smelled trouble and started going absolutely mad. That and four of your Russian friends were lurking around in the woods."

Father Callahan nodded. Leave it to the four sisters to tell others where they were.

"You'll need to come with us," Hermione told the priest. "All of you. The woods aren't safe from these creatures and we fear there will be worse ones by daylight."

"But vampires only come out at night," Mark told her.

"Hermione's right," Harry told him. "We need to be on the move before and during daybreak. Your friend is beyond muggle help and he's fading fast. The ones we're after only come out during the day and will chase us if given the chance. We cannot give it to them."

"How are we supposed to go with you guys?" Mike asked him. "There's no portal, no standing stones, nothing."

"Cumberland Ford," Harry answered. "It's the easiest way in and out. We won't need a portkey if we go there."

Matt, Father Callahan and Mike shivered. Frank and Beth Daniels, both members of the Mikmaq Nation, had told them that there were things that had happened in Cumberland Ford that for generations, their people had never been able to explain. Perhaps that had been it.

Other horses were brought forth, all of them the same as Harry, Ginny and Draco's mounts. Hagrid, giant of a man he was, gladly took charge of you and Ben while the others rode alone or with others. Ginny carried Randy on her back in a pale blue wrap while Mark coiled his arms tightly around Harry.

One swift nudge from the riders and off they flew into the night, leaving the woods behind them and hurrying on for the long miles ahead.

Morning soon broke and with it had come the danger that Hermione had spoken of. From out of the woodlines had come those black, ragged creatures who were truly far worse than any bloodsucker imagineable.

The horses thundered along but the dementors wheeled and swooped in for the kill, coming close to the pack of riders. Mark clung fast to Harry, shutting his eyes while you held on to Hagrid. All of you slalomed through the trees and galloped over the hills, urging the horses ever faster.

Mark watched in awed terror as a dementor swooped in and came alongside them. Harry called out the command, drawing his wand and unleashing the light of the patronus shield, clinging to the stallion's bridle. The dementors shrieked and flew away as they galloped faster and faster, turning around one tree and then another.

You watched in horror as one began to reach its bony arm and shriveled hand for Ben, daring to try and draw his already weakened life force from his body. You heard the loud screaming of a horse, thinking it was one of yours but there before your eyes was Ginny's mare, a blinding blue-white that trampled the dementors beneath her hooves.

Over the hills, through woods and across the gullies you rode with the others until at last you reached it, that huge stretch off river that cut through the cliffs like a silver ribbon. The horses splashed across the water but the dementors stopped dead in their tracks.

"Give up the hunters wizard filth!" the leader of the dementors commanded, his voice dead and grating.

Harry drew the sword of Gryffindor from the scabbard in the belt of his jeans. "You want them?!" he taunted defiantly. "Come and claim them!"

The dementors began to make their way across but the wizards never once backed away nor did the horses. Harry drew his wand and began to speak some sort of indiscernible spell. With a wave of his arm, the waters of the Androscoggin River suddenly roared to life, rushing around a hairpin bend and taking the shape of horses which neighed and screamed wildly. The dementors flew in fright but the water pulled them under, drowning them all in one fell swoop.

Harry reigned in his horse and the rest of you followed him deeper into the ford.

************************

Ben's eyes fluttered open as he woke, finding himself in a strange room with the sun pouring in through the stained glass windows near his bed. A smile crawled across his face when he saw you sitting next to him, more so when he saw the image of a lady in a Victorian nurse's uniform moving in the stained glass.

"Morning Sleeping Beauty," you chuckled.

Ben laughed a little as you leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "How long was I out for?" he asked, his voice gravelly from sleep.

"Twelve hours," you told him, brushing a loose strand of hair out of his face.

"Oh bless ye Mr. Mears!" exclaimed the image of the lady. "Bless ye, ye be awake!"

Ben laughed as he tried to sit up, wincing at the pain on his chest.

"Now don't ye go and try sittin up, ye hear?" the lady said. "I'll be right back."

He saw her flitting through one window after another until a nurse in her bright green and white uniform entered the room.

"Hah!" Madame Strout exclaimed. "And that old fool of an intern told me he wouldn't awake. Well serves the little toad right for what I'll do to him later. I see you're in much better shape, Mr. Mears."

"A little but not by much," Ben answered.

"Oh no, don't you dare strain yourself," she ordered, helping to prop him up. "After what you've been through, you absolutely must rest. And I'll certainly hear about it from your watchnurse in the window."

You and Ben turned your gazes to the window where the lady was once again seated with her book, the little gold banner underneath reading the name "Anu O'Maileigh" underneath. She giggled a little and turned her attention back to her book.

"Where are we anyways?" Ben asked.

"You my dear boy are at St. Mungo's and rightfully so," Madame Strout informed him. "Had your friends been any longer and you would've faded. Terrible thing that is, neither here nor there but in between worlds and stuck therein."

Ben shuddered at the thought and you did too.

"Thankfully your friends had knowledge of how to draw out vampire poison," Madame Strout remarked, pouring some orange liquid into a glass. "Makes me quite glad to see that a good portion of muggles still have respect for our ways."

Ben smiled a little, dead tired as he was. "You ever hunt vampires before?"

"Oh have I," Madame Strout said matter of factly. "In fact my father was an auror who chased them down from here to the Carpathians. You wouldn't know it, but a good friend and partner of his turned out to be Van Helsing himself."

Yours and Ben's jaws dropped. "No way!" he exclaimed.

"Oh yes way," Madame Strout told him, mixing together the odd assortment of powders and the juice that was as orange as a pumpkin. "Taught the good doctor everything he knew of hunting vampires and more. In fact, he was so skilled at his craft that he willingly taught muggles how to defend themselves against the foul things at his own secret school. The Harkers were the first teachers enlisted along with the rest of their compatriots."

You and Ben couldn't believe such a thing. It amazed you how the lines between the ordinary world and the realms of magic could be so blurred.

Madame Strout made him drink the entire glass she had mixed together, the motherly nurse in no mood for any shenanigans. "This is pretty good," Ben told her. "Tastes kinda like a Bloody Mary."

"A Bloody Mary with a bit of our own secret ingredient," she told him. "Though I won't tell you what it is. A nurse never reveals her secrets."

Madame Strout made her rounds just as the others were beginning to come in. None of them had been harmed in their flight to the ford, much to your relief, all of them relieved beyond words that Ben was awake and alert.

He spent the better part of two weeks at the hospital and when there was no trace of poison left, Ben was given the all clear to head home. All of you thanked your newfound friends for their help, saddened a little to have to return to the lot. But before you had all left, the witches and wizards promised that this wouldn't be the last time you visited their world, nor would it be the last time they visited yours.

And you and Ben looked forward to that day immensely.

[stormikitty]

DP(/DC) PROMPT:

Danny got hurt and lost a lot of blood. The only person in town with the same blood type as him is part dragon, but they didn't know that yet because Paulina didn't start breathing fire and growing fangs and claws until a week after she gave Danny some of her blood.

A month later, Danny's core starts to destabilize because the heat that comes with dragon DNA doesn't mix well with his ice core. Purging the dragon DNA from Danny's body is too dangerous. Frostbite and Dorothea know of a charm that could balance the heat of a dragon's inner fire with a ghost's ice core throughout the body of a being with both and keep them from damaging each other, but Danny doesn't have enough dragon DNA for that to be safe. They alter his DNA to make him 1/4 dragon so they can use the charm to save him because he would fade in a week without this being done.

Danny doesn't know how to feel about being even less human now.

The charm that keeps his body and core balanced and stable is given to him as a necklace. (Could be a choker or a regular necklace. I'm leaning towards choker.) He can temporarily take the necklace off without damaging himself, but it starts to hurt after 10 minutes. If he takes it off for 30 seconds, it fills the area around him with a cloud of steam no one can see through, which can work like a smoke bomb without making people cough. Danny and people he's working with have time to get away unseen before the steam clears enough to see.

Danny can transform into a partial dragon form with ears, horns, claws, wings, a tail, and scales, and he already had fangs. Paulina can go full dragon mode because she is half dragon.

Also, his parents react badly to both the half ghost thing and the quarter dragon thing.

Now for the DC part of this. I have a few ideas.

Put Danny on a team with other teenage superheroes. Maybe he's been on the team longer than he's been part dragon! You could explore the angst or hurt/comfort of Danny talking to his team about his core destabilizing and the fact that he has a week to decide to either become even less human or fade. You could explore how Danny's dragon powers mixed with his ghost powers affect the team dynamic and strategies and the team's reaction to finding out they don't need to use as many smoke bombs anymore!

You could make it Dead Serious, whether you decide to create a team for Dami, put Dami and Danny on an existing team where their teammates are mostly older than them, or ignore the team idea. I really wanna see someone explore Dead Serious with Danny being 1/4 dragon, tho.

If shipping isn't your style, you could find a way to put the batfam adopting Danny into this idea instead of using Dead Serious.

Or you could add your own ideas for how Danny being 1/4 dragon could be used in a DP/DC thing!

[nemo-in-wonderland]

Art vs Artist 2023 - Nemo's Edition

*resurrects from the crypt, coughing out dust*

Evening evening, everyone <3

Sorry for the absence, but I got sick after my marathon of errands at the beginning of the week (guess running around and sweat when it's -5C outside is not exactly ideal for the health).

Anyway, like the previous two years, it's time once again for Art vs. Artist - 2023 Version!

Ngl, I thought I had drawn much less last year, and I was afraid I wouldn't be able to actually fill the template, but I guess I was wrong lol! (so much Mathias/Dorothea and Ardyn/Luscinia <3 these babies have been a lot in my brain <3 still very much are <3)

As per usual, no photo of my real face, so a sorta-kinda-almost self-portrait will have to do! 😅

Well, I hope you will like this small recap of the previous year!

Now, if you will excuse me, I need to go and rest up a bit more!

Stay safe everyone! <3

--Nemo

[lapaduza]

Dorothea tries to get some valuable out of a warlock's tower.... Surely it won't go wrong, especially with, magic books being thrown around without care.... *cough cough*

[sebastianstansqueen]

Where Do We Go from Here 13

A/N:Okay here is the end of our wonder full advnture, I am Hyped up on day quill cough drops and other stuff any ways here you go!, either send an ask or comment on this or click on Taglist open.

Wordcount: 1,430

Warnings:  Fluff, I think that is all actually

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Nine months ago after the trial Bucky wanted to have the actual wedding almost right after it, but you’d stopped him by telling him that was going to happen and that you were going to need time and you wanted to be hands on while planning the wedding.  Now here you were nine months later, winter hit New York, and today was the day you’d have the wedding with Bucky, to everyone other than Steve and the rest of Bucky’s men, you and Bucky were getting married today, not even his parents knew so there was still a great deal of excitement surrounding the event. 

You’d woken up early, Bucky wasn’t next to you but you assumed he was working or on an early morning run. You got ready to head to the venue to help set up and make sure everything was where it needed to be, your phone pinged, a text from Winnifred popped up, she’s been trying to convince you to not go and help prepare but you were stubborn, and not eve your soon to be mother in law was going to stop you from going to help, she claimed that you shouldn't be stressed but you didn’t mind. 

You walked into the large closet that was filled with both yours and Bucky’s clothes, you put on a pair of black leggings and an oversized crewneck, with sneakers, you headed down stairs to the kitchen to make some toast and then be on your way, but when you came down you found Bucky working on a Pancake, eggs, and Bacon breakfast. He must have heard you then he looked over his shoulder. “Good morning sweetheart.” He smiled. 

“Morning, what's up with all of this?” You asked, looking around at the food that was already done.

“A wedding day breakfast.” He shrugged. 

“Uh hu, Your mom didn’t have anything to do with this did she?” You questioned. 

Bucky looked at you. “A hundred percent not, she only told me that you wanted to go and set up for the wedding, to which I said I got it, and then I worked on an amazing breakfast to have with my wife.” 

“Bucky, thank you, I did want to set up tho.” You sighed. 

Bucky shrugged. “It's fine, you don't need to worry about setting up, also you look gorgeous, and you could wear that instead of the dress.” 

You laughed. “It looks like you learned flattery will get you everywhere, and no I bought that dress, it was expensive.” 

Bucky nodded. “I know, but It was a great way to call you gorgeous.” 

You rolled your eyes. “I hope you know after we eat I'm going to help.”

“Aw but I had a surprise.” He pouted. 

“As much as I love you and your surprises, you can give me it later.” You smirked. “Also if you think having sex is going to make me not want to help you are rong my dear.” Bucky rolled his eyes. “Besides, this next coming month is going to be just that, basically.” 

Bucky had tossed and turned all night long, becoming impatient not being able to wait to be married to Y/n, who seemed to be sleeping peacefully next to him. Once 6:00 rolled around Bucky was out of bed, he got out of bed and walked into the closet then he got dressed in a pair of sweats, tennis shoes and a hoodie. He went for a run, and when his ringtone came though the earbuds he had in he answered it. “Hello?” 

“James, good morning.” His mom said on the other end. 

His brows furrowed and he checked the time seeing that it was 6:39. “What are you doin’ up ma’?” 

“I woke up early. I'm excited for you, anyways, try and distract her, from coming to the venue early, it’ll stress her out and then that will bleed into the wedding, and then-” She was cut off by her son. 

“Mom I got it, no stress for Y/n.” He replied. “Alright, I love you, I’ll see you later.” 

“Bye, Love you too.” She replied and then the call ended. 

Bucky headed back home, before heading back home, when he got back he took off his shoes, and his hoodie, then he went to the kitchen to make breakfast for both of them. Bucky heard Y/n come down. 

He turned to look at her and softly said.“Good morning sweetheart.” Soon after Y/n guessed that his mom spoke with him, and he shrugged it off. After he was done with making the last part of the food, then they sat down to eat. After finishing Y/n left, to the venue, however Bucky did send a text to his mom warning her about Y/n heading her way. 

You got to the venue around 8:26, and started to work and  Winnifred was giving you the mundane tasks, and when you’d go off to do something different and a bit more she’d step in to stop you. Eventually Bucky, and his groomsmen, and your bridesmaids showed up around 2:00, two hours before the ceremony, you went up to where you were going to get ready. Upstairs, it was now chaotic with everyone running around and getting dressed doing their makeup and hair. 

Bucky was getting ready, when Steve walked into the room with a panicked expression, Bucky looked at his friend with furrowed brows. “I can't find my pants anywhere.” Steve said to his friend. 

Bucky blinked a few times in disbelief at what his friend told him. “Steve you better be fucking around right now.” 

Steve shook his head. “I’m not, I've looked everywhere.” 

“Do you have any ones similar at your house?” Bucky asked, Steve shook his head. “Oh, my god, okay uh go grab one of Y/n’s bridesmaids, make sure Y/n doesn't find out.”

Steve walked over and knocked on the door where Natasha answered. “Hmm?” She hummed, before shutting the door behind her. 

“I can’t find my pants.” He told her. 

Her jaw clenched. “Look, we in our little universe of a dressing room are trying to figure out our own issue. We are having you, Bucky and all that in your universe of a dressing room.” She walked in and shut the door in his face. 

Steve rushed back to the men's dressing room. “Natasha won't help, apparently they have their own issues in there.”

“Oh my god, alright, is the store open?” Bucky asked. 

Steve looked it up on his phone. “It’s opened.” 

“Go get some new pants.” Bucky ushered him out. 

Moreover, you were panicking because the dress didn’t fit like it had before, and now everyone was running around to find a solution, it was stuck around your stomach, you thought war was breaking out. “Okay let's try sliding it again.” Natasha said. 

When that didn’t work again, you looked at them. “Okay did we loosen the strings all the way?” 

“We could loosen them a little bit more.” Said one of your friends from childhood. 

You nodded for them to do it, eventually they were able to get the dress on, and you were able to move on. 

Steve eventually came back with black pants, instead. “What’s this?” Bucky asked.

“Look man this is all they had at the last minute, they didn’t have the green pulse, the black will match the top at least.” Steve explained. 

Then the planner came up, and knocked on the door. “Soon you guys need to head down.” She warned him. 

“Okay.” Bucky answered, then turned to Steve. “Get them on.” 

 Bucky walked down and stood at the end of the aisle, then the song you chose for everyone to walk down to started. The groomsmen, and Bridesmaids walked down first, then your friend's daughter, then you last, you walked slowly with a bouquet in hand, slowly moving down. 

As she stood across from him the priest started his talk, and You and Bucky stated your vows, and then the reception started, you and Bucky sat to eat the dinner, and champagne was poured, and then your first dance was announced, you and Bucky danced close Bucky looked down at you with a soft smile. “You haven't touched the champagne that you insisted on having over hard liquor.” He joked lightly.

You  smiled. “Yeah, I may have found out earlier when my dress wasn't going on properly, that I am pregnant.” Bucky’s eyes widened, and he picked her up in joy, and spun her around. 

[malsfefanfics]

Paralogue: A Venomous Verismo

[Only Available in Chapter 10 of White Clouds]

Required Units - Byleth, Dorothea, Ferdinand, Hubert or Rosamund (Choice Determines Reward)

Summary: Tancred's fallen ill, and the symptoms remind a certain star of something rather haunting. Not wanting to be a burden, the little one sets out to find the cure himself. Now he's in need of rescue, before it's too late.

Content Warnings: Discussions of child abuse, poisoning, attempted murder, illness, hostile working conditions, Canon-Typical "Mittlefrank Sucks" discussions.

Important Note: Unless stated otherwise, Tancred's dialogue is communicated through sign language.

Written in script format under the cut.

Dorothea: Well, sky watch certainly didn't end badly. I suppose you aren't that bad a work partner.

Ferdinand: I will consider that a compliment.

Dorothea: Well, don't get used to it, Ferdie. I won't give you any more.

Ferdinand: I do not need constant vali- Hold on. Look.

Tancred: [STUMBLING AS HE'S TRYING TO GET TO THE DINING HALL, LOOKING DEATHLY PALE AND SHIVERING]

Ferdinand: [HURRYING OVER TO HIM, KNEELS BESIDE HIM] Tancred? Is everything alright, treasure?

Dorothea: [KNEELS DOWN TO CHECK HIM FOR FEVER] He's ice cold.

Tancred: [TRIES TO SIGN, COUGHING BADLY]

Dorothea: Wait…these symptoms…

Ferdinand: [SCOOPS TANCRED INTO HIS ARMS] Let's get him to Manuela.

Dorothea: And we need to find Hubie.

[A FEW DAYS LATER]

Byleth: [SEES HUBERT, FERDINAND, DOROTHEA, AND ROSAMUND TALKING] Hey. Is everything alright?

Ferdinand: Ah, Professor. We were just discussing Tancred's condition.

[OPTION 1]

Byleth: How is he doing?

Rosamund: His condition is mostly stable, at least. He's been sleeping a lot.

Ferdinand: Understandable. His body was under a lot of stress. He needs to rest as much as possible to regain his strength.

Rosamund: I've never seen him like this before, though…

[OPTION 2]

Byleth: What's the diagnosis?

Rosamund: To be honest? Pretty grim. I still can't believe it.

Ferdinand: It is not what we expected, that's for sure.

Dorothea: Well, most of us didn't expect it.

Byleth: What do you mean?

Hubert: Well…

Manuela: [RUNNING OVER TO THEM] Has anyone seen Tancred?!

Hubert: What? He was supposed to be in the infirmary with you!

Manuela: I left for just a moment to get some tea and honey from the kitchens for him. When I got back, he was gone. I've been running everywhere looking for him. He's not anywhere on the grounds.

Rosamund: You don't think father-

Hubert: Not possible. That man wouldn't be foolish enough to try to take Tancred so brazenly.

Rosamund: For the love of Cichol, Hubert, did you forget what that traitor-

Ferdinand: [STEPS BETWEEN THEM] Perhaps he left of his own volition? Tancred is constantly trying to act independent. He might have gone somewhere.

Byleth: But where would he go?

Dorothea: I think I might know. There was a church convoy heading to a particular village West from here. It left this morning. He might have gone with them.

Hubert: I would be concerned how you would know this, but that is a matter for later. Professor, let's head out.

Ferdinand: We will be going with you.

Hubert: You do not need to-

Dorothea: Hubie, we're going. That's final.

Rosamund: I'll get ready.

Hubert: You are staying here. One of us should remain with at the school in case Tancred turns up.

Rosamund: But my hounds could locate him in a matter of minutes. I should be the one to go.

Hubert: If your hounds are as skilled as you claim, I can bring some with me, and you keep the rest with you and double check the monastery grounds.

Rosamund: No way! Most of my dogs don't even like you! Professor, tell Hubert I should be the one to go.

Hubert: Professor, tell Rosamund she's needed here.

[OPTION 1]

Byleth: Rosamund should stay here just in case.

Rosamund: What the hell?! Professor-

Ferdinand: I can handle care for some of your hounds, Rosamund. You have my word, not a hair on their heads will be harmed. And we will bring Tancred home safe and sound.

Rosamund: …okay. Fine. Rigel, go with Ferdinand. Find Tancred.

Rigel: Bark, bark!

[OPTION 2]

Byleth: Hubert, you will remain here at the monastery.

Hubert: But, Professor-

Rosamund: I promise, brother. I'll bring Tancred home. Please, believe in me.

Hubert: Hmph. Very well. But take a few of our Medical Engineers with you. Ferdinand, you'll be in charge of them.

Ferdinand: You can count on me, Hubert. I will bring your siblings home safely.

Dorothea: Let's hurry and get going. If he's headed where I think he is, and for the reason I'm thinking, then Tancred's going to need all the help he can get.

Byleth: Let's go.

[ON THE BATTLEFIELD]

Civilians: Help! Someone! Anyone!

Demonic Beasts: [ATTACKING THE VILLAGE]

Ferdinand: What on earth is going on here?!

Byleth: Over there!

Tancred: [RUNNING FROM A MAGE]

Ferdinand: Wait. Is that not one of Hubert's-

Dorothea: We can ask questions later. We have to help him and the villagers!

[BATTLE REQUIREMENTS]

Victory Conditions: Rout the Enemy before Tancred's HP reaches 0 Enemies: 2 Demonic Beasts, 5 Enemy Mages, 1 Mage Commander, 5 Assassins, 1 Assassin Commander Defeat Conditions: Byleth, Ferdinand, Dorothea, or a Vestra falls in Battle.

[BATTLE START]

Dorothea: We need to hurry and grab Tancred before he can get hurt.

Ferdinand: We also need to try to deal with these Beasts before they harm any more innocent people.

[REWARD BONUS]

Complete the map with no casualties for additional rewards.

Dorothea: Hold on, little treasure! We're on our way.

[UNIQUE DIALOGUE - MAGE COMMANDER]

If Ferdinand is sent to attack:

Ferdinand: I do not know what reason you have for attacking an innocent child, but I will not stand for it! Mage Commander: Aegir's boy, huh? Your sense of justice precedes you. Ferdinand: So you know my father, then. It is a pity your crimes will prevent you from seeing him again. You tried to kill an innocent little boy. That is unforgiveable. Now, face your judgment!

If Dorothea is sent to attack:

Dorothea: How dare you try to hurt Tancred! What did he ever do to you? He's just a little kid! Mage Commander: This matter does not concern you. Walk away, child. Dorothea: No. No, I will not walk away! If you want me to not be involved, you'll need to kill me. Mage Commander: As you wish. A shame, really, to see a promising flame be snuffed out. But we do what must be done. Dorothea: That's why I'm here. To do what I need to do to keep our treasure's flame alight.

If Hubert is sent to attack:

Hubert: I never thought the old man would be as brazen as to send an assassin after Tancred while he's living at Garreg Mach. Alas, a massive oversight on my part. I will not be making that mistake again. Mage Commander: Well, what do you expect with an explosive child like that? His powers are unstable, young master. He's a security risk that needs to be dealt with swiftly. Hubert: Security risk? Him?! He's only seven years old, you- ngh.….forget it. You are beyond redemption. As is that traitorous bastard. May you both burn in hell together.

If Rosamund is sent to attack:

Rosamund: Hey wait. I… I remember you! You're that jerk of a magic instructor father hired for me. Mage Commander: Ah, the defect. You still exist? Shocking. Perhaps I should ask Lord Iason what to do about you after I finish this task. Rosamund: Oh, I am going to enjoy having you ripped limb from limb from limb, you rotten bastard.

If Byleth or another student is sent to attack:

Mage Commander: You will not get between me and my duty. That child must die!

[UNIQUE DIALOGUE - ASSASSIN COMMANDER]

If Ferdinand is sent to attack:

Ferdinand: An assassin? Who sent you?! Was it an enemy lord? Perhaps someone beyond our borders? Or maybe… Assassin Commander: You do not have the authority to question me. I always make it a point to complete my contracts, no matter what. You will not get in my way. Ferdinand: Far too late for that. You will face punishment for attacking innocents. Now, en garde!

If Dorothea is sent to attack:

Dorothea: Even an assassin. Yep. Definitely a major case of déjà vu. Assassin Commander: The Mythical Songstress? Well, aren't I just lucky. Pity I will have to kill you, but collateral damage is to be expected. Dorothea: Oh, trust me. The curtain isn't closing on me today. You're dead.

If Hubert is sent to attack:

Hubert: So, the old man is letting his true colors show at last. I need not hold back. Assassin Commander: If you know what's good for you, Lord Hubert, you'd leave us to our duty. Hubert: If you knew what was good for you, you'd know that accepting my father's orders means your death. Assassin Commander: Come at me then! Hubert: Gladly.

If Rosamund is sent to attack:

Rosamund: I knew father hated us, but I didn't think he'd go that far. Assassin Commander: Pity you decided to come out today. I guess I'll need to take you out as well. Perhaps I'll receive a bonus for cutting you down. Rosamund: I'm not worth the coin in father's eyes. But your weapons will buy Tancred a lot of dessert.

If Byleth or another student is sent to attack:

Assassin Commander: I've been in his service for decades. Haven't failed a single job. You will not keep me from completing this one.

[UPON DEFEATING THE FINAL ENEMY]

Ferdinand: It looks like we have cleared out the enemy forces. We will need to check the perimeter to make sure, but it should be safe now.

Dorothea: Hey there, treasure. Come to Thea. Let's get you home, okay? No one is going to hurt you anymore.

[STAGE COMPLETE]

You successfully completed the Paralogue and earned a Battalion.

If you chose Hubert: Vestra Medical Corp. has been added to your barracks. If you chose Rosamund: Vestra Hound Masters has been added to your barracks.

[BACK AT THE MONASTERY]

Manuela: Thank goodness. You certainly gave us a fright, little one. Please don't scare us like that again.

Tancred: I'm really sorry everyone.

Ferdinand: Do not fret, treasure. What matters is that you are home safe and sound now.

Manuela: Here. Take this. It'll help you feel better.

Tancred: [NODS] Thank you.

Rosamund: What is that? I don't recognize that medicine.

Dorothea: It's….an antitoxin. For bellacanto.

Rosamund: Bellacanto?

[OPTION 1]

Byleth: What's bellacanto?

Dorothea: It's a plant somewhat similar to that of belladonna, or deadly nightshade. But it's a rather rare strain from Albinea, and the treatment is only available in one place in Fódlan. That village. Not many people know it even exists.

[OPTION 2]

Byleth: Why would Tancred need an antitoxin?

Dorothea: As hard as it is to believe, I think Tancred has been exposed to a poison. One that causes a lot of pain for most grown adults. If they don't die from it, at least. That village makes the only cure. You won't find any books about it through most of Fódlan.

Dorothea: The cure is made with the venom of a particular snake that is resistant to the toxin in the plant. It can safely eat creatures that die from consuming the berries, and its venom is believed to be of a similar color to the flowers of bellacanto.

Rosamund: How do you know so much about this, Thea? You into poisons or something?

Dorothea: Heavens no. It's because it's frequently used by performers in the opera. You see, it's a cutthroat business. The best of the best have to do some…unsavory things to get where they are.

Manuela: She's right. Bellacanto is actually the reason one of my seniors was forced into early retirement. It causes havoc on your vocal chords in repeated exposure to small doses.

Rosamund: Wait, seriously?

Ferdinand: But…how could Tancred have been exposed to it? And how has it not killed him? I mean no offence but…look at him.

Tancred: [YAWNING, GROWING DROWSY]

Dorothea: I'm not sure how he was exposed. But a lot of his symptoms line up. If the antitoxin clears up his current bought by morning, we'll know for sure.

Ferdinand: Hopefully it works. [LOOKS TO HUBERT] Now, care to explain why an assassin was sent after your little brother?

Hubert: [SIGHS] It is a long story. But I will keep it brief. To put it simply-

Rosamund: Father has a favorite child and has finally decided he wanted him to be an only child.

Hubert: Rosamund!

Rosamund: What?! You know how father feels about Tancred, and it's only a matter of time until he sends someone to take me out. I wouldn't be surprised if he's been trying to poison us since we were in the cradle.

Hubert: …..

Dorothea: ….Hubie?

Ferdinand: Wait…don't tell me you believe your father-

Hubert: If you will excuse me, there is an important matter I must attend to. [HURRIES OUT]

Rosamund: Hubert, come back here! [GROANS] That pompous little-

Tancred: [TRYING NOT TO CRY] I'm sorry. I just didn't want to be a burden. I thought if I could get the medicine myself, I could make you all worry less. Instead, I just caused trouble. I'm really sorry.

Ferdinand: It is not your fault, treasure. And you are never a burden.

Dorothea: Here. [SITS ON THE BED, PULLS HIM INTO HER LAP AND STARTS HUMMING TO HIM]

Tancred: Hubert's angry at me, isn't he?

[OPTION 1]

Byleth: He's not angry at you, Tancred.

Dorothea: The Professor's right, treasure. Hubie's not angry at you. He's just really worried about you, that's all.

Tancred: How do you know?

 [OPTION 2]

Byleth: If he is, then he's an idiot.

Ferdinand: I would agree. He would be an idiot if he were to be angry at you, Tancred. But I do not think he could bring himself to be. If anything, he seems angry at himself.

Tancred: Why would he be angry at himself?

Rosamund: Tancred, our big brother loves you as much as he does Lady Edelgard. He could never be angry at you. He'd do anything to protect you.

Ferdinand: Most likely, he is angry at the person who hurt you.

Tancred: You mean….

Byleth: ….Tancred? Has this happened before?

Tancred: ….I'm sleepy. [CLOSES HIS EYES, SNUGGLING CLOSER TO DOROTHEA]

Ferdinand: ….I will go find Hubert. Try to speak to him about this. Please, excuse me. [LEAVES]

Rosamund: ….damn. Never seen such a scary face on Ferdinand of all people.

Manuela: Well. Certainly feels like change is in the air. I'll keep an eye on the lad.

Dorothea: Me too.

Rosamund: I'll stay till he's fully asleep. Then I'll head into the woods and gather more herbs. [LOOKS AT BYLETH] Thank you again, Professor. My brother would have been dead without you and your students. I'm very grateful.

Byleth: [NODS, GIVES TANCRED ONE LAST GLANCE BEFORE LEAVING]

[REWARD DESCRIPTIONS]

Vestra Medical Corp.: A Resonant White Magic Battalion specially trained by Medee von Vestra. Requires Authority Level B to use. Has special perk of 5% chance to drop Healing Items when used.

Vestra Hound Masters: A Disturbance Battalion of hunters and hounds specially trained by Rosamund von Vestra. Requires Authority Level B to use. Has special perk of 5% chance to steal enemy target's weapon upon use.

[peterlorres21stcentury]

a little snippet of things to come

[Bertolt returns only to discover his girlfriend in a very compromising position. Her legs are all the way down Georg’s throat as he greedily pleasures her. When Bertolt smashes into the room in a high temper, Georg gags in surprise and coughs Dorothea back up again. Bertolt is so incensed he doesn't say anything for a while, turning various shades of purple while the terrified Georg fumbles for an excuse]

“It... it isn’t what it looks like, Bertolt...”

“Then what DOES it look like? Christ in heaven, I leave you two alone for an hour and this is what I find?!” He rounded furiously on Georg, who flinched. “At this rate I’m going to have to start keeping you locked in a cage, you misbegotten animal. And you, you lazy, selfish girl, I should beat you within an inch of your life—”

“Feh! Don’t make me laugh,” Dorothea sighed disgustedly, rolling over on the bed. “You couldn’t do that even when I wanted you to.”

He clenched his fist ineffectually, quivering. “It’s because I’m very busy!!” he thundered. “I have a reputation to uphold and you distract me from it. I stop writing my plays and the critics flay me alive—”

“The critics don't even know you exist,” she droned, “because you write nothing.”

[Bertolt looks back at Georg. Georg tries without success to slink away, and pouts as his stomach growls unhappily at being deprived an easy meal. The sound only makes Bertolt even madder but inside he knows Dorothea is correct, and hates her for it.]

[midnightprelude]

Senseless, Pt. 3

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Finally, three years later, I tested positive for COVID-19. Of course, I couldn't suffer alone, so @oftachancer humored me in inflicting the disease on Dorian so we could write Anders taking care of him (and falling in love). This is a 4-part fic which will post daily! You can follow the #senseless da fic to get updates. Written for @30daysofdorian!

He liked me. I’d known he liked men, of course. That was exceptionally obvious and, as Dorian seemed well aware, subtlety wasn’t what he was known for. Varric had once told me that he was all flash and no heat. But Varric hadn’t been standing by his bed last night when Dorian had thought I was asking him to go down- No. If he’d seen the glint in Dorian’s eyes and the slow, measured study as it went from considering to craving, he’d never have claimed Dorian was without heat. 

Even with a fever, the man had a way about him. He made slumping over the kitchen table look like performance art. 

“I cannot feel my face,” he whimpered, poking his cheek with a spoon. “Is it still there?”

“Still there,” I chuckled, pulling the kettle off the stove as soon as it began to whistle. “Cinnamon apple or orange cardamom?”

“Cardamom.” Dorian traced his brow with the curve of the spoon. “What would you normally be doing right now?”

“Now?” I glanced over at the clock. Half past eight. “I’d still be sleeping or I’d be working.”

“You don’t have to stay up with me. You can sleep.”

“I will after you do.” I poured the steaming water over the herbs, letting them steep in Dorian’s mug. I passed it to him. “What would you typically be doing?”

“Swimming.” Dorian wrapped his hands around the mug. “Sleeping in, if there’s no pool nearby.”

Swimming. I imagined there were a great many people who would pay a lot of money to watch that. No wonder he was in such good shape. I hadn’t been to a gym since high school, and it showed. “I haven’t had much time for hobbies lately.”

“No, I wouldn’t imagine so,” he paused and buried his face behind his elbow to cough. “I was surprised you answered.”

“I’d just gotten off.” I puttered about the kitchen, looking for something that would be easy for Dorian to eat. Why did everything he owned seem to have so many spices? “Lucky timing.”

“Lucky, indeed.” I could feel him watching me. “Nevertheless. Do you still have that garden on your balcony?”

“…more or less.”

“I remember you talking about your marigolds.”

“My poor plants have seen better days, I’m afraid.” Half of them were dead or dying. “No time, you see.”

“I do.” He plucked at the string of the tea bag, wiggling it absently. “Could I impose upon you further, do you think?”

“Hm?” I wondered, turning back to face him. “How so?”

“One of my downstairs maids takes care of all of my indoor plants. She times it when I’m out, so we don’t cross paths, but… she could use the hours. Perhaps I could send her to tend to yours as well.”

“…my garden?” I blinked, staring at him.

“She’s very good. You should see the conservatory.”

“Conservatory.” Why was I still surprised. “Ah- Okay. I can’t-“

“Thank you. I appreciate your willingness to help. The poor girl is bored to tears these days with the lockdown.”

“I was going to say: I can’t afford to pay her. I’ve still got loans-“

Dorian waved a hand. “Not at all what I was suggesting. I have direct deposit for her. She simply refuses to take donations.”

“Oh. Yes.” I felt my cheeks warm again and I thought of the thick wad of cash I’d failed to fit into my wallet. “That would be- Thank you. Some of those plants I’ve had for ages; my rosemary was from a plant I had with me in Ferelden.” 

“Write down your instructions. She’ll take good care of them, I’m sure.” Dorian sipped from the mug and sniffed. “Perhaps the tea is old? I can order more.”

“…what?”

“Nothing. It’s usually stronger.” He shrugged. “Perhaps it’s the way Dorothea brews it. I can ask her.”

I studied him curiously. “…can you not taste it?”

“Nor smell it. Not to worry. The heat is pleasant on my throat.”

“Ah-“ I could smell the spices from across the room. I brought the glass jar filled with herbs and orange peels to him, opening it under his nose. “Can you smell this?”

Dorian sniffed, glancing up. “See what I mean? Off. Perhaps the seal is broken. I’ll add it to the list.”

I shook my head, frowning. “I can, though.” I pointed to the far window. “From over there.”

His lashes fluttered and he frowned, sniffing and sipping again. “It isn’t enough that I’m sweating like a desert gardener?”

“I’m sorry, Dorian.” I winced, taking the loose leaf away. “Losing your senses of smell and taste can be one of the symptoms. They should come back after a few weeks.”

“A few- I apologize, a few weeks? I thought you said this would pass in a few days.” He rubbed his hands over his face. “It’s worse? Am I getting worse? I don’t think I can spend another few weeks in this house, Anders. I’ll go stir crazy.”

“Most of your symptoms should be better in a few days,” I began, cautiously. “Then you should be able to get back to work. Though I don’t think there’s really an end in sight for the lockdown, if I’m being quite honest. Is that- Are you- I know a good therapist if you’d like a referral.” Merrill was just as swamped as he was, but was also just as willing to make exceptions for Varric’s friends. “Let’s just focus on today, alright? Where do you keep breakfast things?”

“…breakfast things,” he repeated, massaging the bridge of his nose. “I order from Al Pano’s, two blocks past the gates. Lisetta does bike runs.”

“You don’t- You don’t cook here?” I turned in a slow circle around the massive kitchen. “Why do you have this, then?”

“I have a chef. Wilson. He’s exquisite. The things he can do with a single egg would make your eyes roll in your head.”

“…does he keep any eggs here?” I wondered, wandering towards the walk-in fridge. I opened the heavy door with a grunt, my voice echoing. “Milk?”

“He hasn’t been here since the lockdown,” Dorian said between sips of his tea. “Thus: Al Pano’s. Do you need milk and eggs? I can order them. I do have a wonderful array of cigars and brandy.”

“Cigars and brandy aren’t breakfast.”

Dorian tutted. “Anything can be anything.”

“You don’t need to be smoking when you can barely keep from coughing as it is.”

“Hmph.” Dorian rose slowly from his seat and crossed to the empty refrigerator. “What do you need.”

I sighed, returning to him. “Maybe Al Pano’s for today. I’ll make you a list.”

“Milk and eggs.” He knocked on the refrigerator door twice, swaying on his feet and catching himself against the wall, shaking his head. “Now the room is spinning. I do not like a spinning room.”

I blinked, staring at the refrigerator as it began to overflow with white oblong spheres, apparently cascading out of the back wall on a river of milk. Eggs. Milk and eggs. I pulled Dorian out of the way and slammed the door to the refrigerator shut as milk sloshed against the window. I turned to him, eyes wide. “What?”

His beautiful eyes were rolled back, his breaths short and quick as he held onto the wall. “I’m afraid I might faint soon. I apologize in advance.”

I wrapped my arms around his waist, holding him as steady as I could manage as he slumped, unconscious, into my arms.

With some considerable effort, I managed to carry him to a sofa in the other room, my shoulders aching by the time I sat down next to him. Gods, but he was powerful. Even delirious and drugged, I could practically taste the magic seeping out of him now that he’d used it. Like the air after a thunderstorm, electric and intoxicating. 

“Dorian?” I rested my hand against his forehead, waiting for his eyelashes to flutter open again.

“Hello,” he mumbled. “I’m on the sofa.”

“You were about to fall.”

“You can’t keep me out of your lap,” he slurred, sly.

“Why would anyone want to?” I wondered, honestly.

Dorian laughed, resting his cheek on my thigh. “An excellent point.”

“No more spellcasting until your fever is gone,” I murmured, brushing a stray curl from his brow. “We’ll just order food from your apps. Can you handle that?”

“It didn’t go well?” he asked, eyes fluttering closed.

“You passed out.” I reminded him gently. “So no, not really.”

“I don’t believe I’ve ever been this tired.” Dorian shivered, the pajama shirt clinging to him with sweat. 

“Good. Your body is trying to tell you it needs time to heal.” I touched his cheek gingerly. “Phone?”

He fumbled in his pocket for the device and handed it to me. Even his exhales had a crackle to them: thick, slow breaths. “Thank you.”

“Mmhmm.” I navigated to the app, scanning through the menu. Delicious looking flaky pastries, tartes, toasted sandwiches with eggs or jam. I ordered a few things from his previous orders along with some pastries for myself, letting Dorian doze on me until the order was ready.

The Maker only knew what we were supposed to do with a fridge full of eggs floating in milk. 

The doorbell sounded a moment before a text came through to announce the arrival of breakfast and I guided Dorian back to the kitchen to prepare his breakfast and then mine on smooth filigreed plates. 

Dorian ate the jammy eggs and toast with a sorrowful expression, occasionally sniffing at things with a grimace. “Weeks,” he mumbled, then looked to me. “How is it?”

“Delicious. Not as good as your Wilson, maybe, but good.” I smiled, resting my chin on my hand, sipping from the excellent coffee Dorian had offered me last night. “There are some studies that suggest breathing in strong scents like lemon and coffee for twenty seconds, thinking of memories you associate with them can help recover your senses.” I shrugged. “It couldn’t hurt.”

“I thought you didn’t want me drinking coffee,” he tucked the blanket around his shoulders a little closer, coughing into the washcloth again. 

“Not drinking it. Just trying to smell it.”

Dorian cleared his throat, leaning over to breathe the steam from my cup. “I know what it should smell like. Have you visited Antiva?”

“No, never. I’m assuming you have?”

Dorian grunted quietly, sitting back. “At least once a year. I have to keep my tan somehow.”

“I’ve, on multiple occasions, gotten sunburned while driving,” I admitted. “I’m not much of one for sand, either. It gets all up in your bits and you end up pouring it out of your shoes for weeks.”

“That’s a simple pair of wards.”

I rubbed my nose absently. “Simple for a man who summoned a lake of milk out of thin air, maybe.”

Dorian’s brow furrowed. “I’m out of sorts.”

“When you’re not, I imagine you’re a force to be reckoned with.”

“Ah. Well.” He shrugged, a timid smile curving his lips. “Yes, on all fronts.”

“Including modesty?” I wondered.

“Obviously.” His smile widened, bright white teeth below a ferociously red nose. “I am the most humble person I know. You could say I pride myself on it.”

I rolled my eyes with a chuckle. “You do somehow manage to pull it off.”

“Being exceptional has always been my curse to bear,” he sighed dolefully. “Apparently even my viruses are exceptional.”

It didn’t seem right to mention that his case seemed to be moderate, at worst, so I simply smiled and nodded, waiting for him to finish picking at his plate. “Do you have any idea what you want to do today? I could download some audiobooks from the library or pick up a puzzle or…?”

“A puzzle… I do have a puzzle box that’s been in my family for generations. I suppose I could try opening it. Although I imagine what’s inside of it might be best remaining locked away.”

“Ah… Maybe a movie, then?” They already had enough messes on their hands as it was. “Or a nap? How are you feeling now that you’ve eaten?”

“Tired,” Dorian admitted, “although I’ve been tired since I woke. It’s an unsettling sensation.” He blew his nose heartily into the cloth. “We do have a viewing room. I’ve only used it for presentations.”

“…a viewing room? What’s a viewing room?”

Dorian looked at me as though he were trying to deduce a complex answer to a complex question. “A room… in which one views things?” he inquired, nasal and stuffed up and scraggly. I’d never seen him without a hair out of place and the last hours I’d watched a slow progression of hair curling wildly and beard growing and wondered if that polished perfection weren’t in place to protect us from the chaos of his handsomeness. “You mentioned a film. We have a collection. I’ve not watched any of them, but I’ve been assured they’re all rather exemplary examples of their genres.”

“…you’ve never-“ I stared at him, completely befuddled. “And who are you referring to when you say ‘we’? I thought you said you were here alone?”

“We. The house.” He waved vaguely. “And, I suppose, you, as you are currently in the house. Have I mentioned how very nice it is to have you in the house?”

“Not in those exact words, though you did seem rather grateful last night.” I smiled, watching him gesture. Every movement was so smooth and elegant, even the way he brushed crumbs off of his corner of the kitchen table. He liked me. Dorian Pavus liked me. Maybe he was just sick and lonely- But he said he’d liked me before. So maybe it was real, after all. Maybe. “I don’t mind hearing you say it, though.”

“Well, it is nice.” Dorian sniffled, lifting his chin. “It is not quite the circumstances I would have chosen, I will admit, for your visit or your preference to an enjoyable evening, but we must make do.”

“Must we?” I wondered, blinking slowly. “I’m having a great time. You look extremely endearing with a chapped nose, all tousled and unkempt. I’m almost inclined to take a picture.”

“Gods above and below, I beg you not to. I am hoping very sincerely you will forget that I can look like this.”

“Really? That’d be a shame.” I winked, chuckling to myself. “You’re cute when you’re needy.”

“If you like that,” he paused to cough, “you’ll love me. I have been informed I am very needy indeed.”

“Who told you that?”

“My family. My tutors. I’m afraid it’s part of why I am in this confounded situation in the first place. Poor Collette is also quite needy and my teachers were often one of my main sources of solace at her age.”

“So you’re needy and compassionate.” I clutched my chest. “Oh, Dorian, you’re going to make me swoon.”

“I have tried to do so previously only to be very much rebuffed.”

“Have you. The times you asked me out, or others?”

“What others could there be? I’ve only seen you the twice.”

“I suppose that’s on me.” I shook my head, giddy. “I guess I didn’t think it was possible you’d actually want to go out with me.”

Dorian squinted at him, rubbing his nose with a salve. “Do people often ask you out without the desire to do so?”

“No, I mean-” I laughed again, shaking my head. “No, they don’t. It’s just- I’ve never in my life been asked out by someone who looks like you.” I ran a hand through my hair, which fell loose against my cheeks. “Can you forgive me?”

“Forgive you for what?” Dorian sniffled, gathering his apparently tasteless tea to himself. “Not having been asked out by men who look like me? There aren’t any. I am uniquely blessed by my genetics.”

“You are,” I agreed, smiling warmly. “Dinner from your favorite restaurant the next time I’m off and you’re back on your feet? And maybe- if you’re up for it- I do miss dancing.”

“Dancing I can do.” Dorian held out a hand. “I could dance now. How’s your waltz?”

“Probably not as good as yours, but I can follow a decent lead.” I rested mine atop his lightly. “You’re sure you’re feeling well enough? I don’t want you to get dizzy-“

He shook his head. “That’s the benefit of a slow dance,” he assured me, rising as he drew me over to him. Hand on my waist, his palm dry and warm against my own. Dorian glanced between my eyes. “Alright?”

It was my turn to feel oddly warm and dizzy. I nodded slowly, my gaze not leaving his. Glints of gold hid among the edges of his starlit eyes and I sighed. “Lead on, Maestro.”

“Maestro,” he chuckled. “Hardly. Altus, yes. Sorcerer, yes. Devastatingly handsome, obviously.” Dorian leaned in, brushing his nose gently against mine. He smelled of spices and herbs. His nose was still damp from the salve. “I would like the dinner. And the date. Thank you.”

“You’ll have it,” I promised, knowing in that moment, with my heart fluttering like it’d gone and grown wings, I’d have promised much, much more. “Third time's a charm.”

[pepsiiwho]

Fe3h ClaudeVain whatever WIP. Look at it.

“Damn they’re taking forever.” Leonie leans on the countertop, leaning forward to look into the pharmacy. Rows of different prescriptions going on for a few feet, from floor to ceiling. There are some taped up boxes by the drive through, a tripping hazard surely, and a small swinging paper craft Santa twirling in the air. A prickly tinsel reef sits on the plastic dividing them from the pharmacist, blocking their moving back with cheaply cut plastic tassels and mini dangling ornaments. The whole place felt like Christmas, manned with all the holiday staples: orange pill bottles, children’s cough syrup and hot packs for back injuries. “So, what are we picking up again?”

Sylvain scrolls through his phone, clicking his teeth as he swipes through a few new status updates and good natured holiday greetings on his feed. His thumb taps the screen with little thumps, the sound of flesh meeting glass. He rolls his soldiers before answering, not even bothering to look up. “My prescription” Annette posted a new photo of her trip abroad in the Adrestia, in it she’s hugging Dorothea in front of a giant horse statue as snow falls around them. The caption says ‘best christmas ever! <3<3<3’ and he likes it, mindlessly. His eyes drift half a like lower and see that Ingrid commented, to which Annette replied, and after a second he double taps the post, removing the red heart below the photo, revoking his like. 

“Yes but what prescription is it?” She’s almost inside the pharmacy fully now, her entire torso laying on the counter to get closer to the back. She mutters to herself under her breath.

Sylvain shrugs, still looking at his phone. Picture of a building, picture of breakfast, picture of tree, picture of a tree, picture of a cat in a christmas tree. “A higher dose of the usual over-the-counter glyphosate” He sees a post from Hilda come up, a simple picture of her using a christmas filter on herself and Claude with the caption ‘who’s cuter?’. He coughs into his fist, continuing. “Nothing serious.”

“I don’t think anyone is even back there… are we sure this place is open?” 

As Leonie continues to poke around the counter space, Ignatz walks up to them, a small box of cards in his hands. “They’re having a 2 for one sale on blank cards if you guys want to stock up” It doesn’t snow in Derdriu, nor does it get particularly cold, but Igantz still bundles up regardless. He’s dressed in a long sweater and vest with a thick scarf, something befitting weather short of a a blizzard or at least a brisk chill— not temperate, still air. His outfit is  a stark contrast from Sylvain’s usual, and current, unremarkable short polo. Leonie has her jacket tied around her waist, as is customary for her, and a ratty, and a thin long sleeve. They all look like they’re dressing for different weather, none of it correct.

[300yearschallenge]

Shortly after things had calmed down at the Park house, farmhand and Théo's cousin Benjamin fell ill.

Fever and coughs ravaged his health on and off, and even though he first tried to work despite his sickness everyone eventually agreed he needed to go on bed rest.

Iliana Dorothea happily helped the maid Rebecka with tasks around the house so she could tend to Benjamin, and Charles Elias pitched in to help with animal and plant care.

But despite everyone's best attempts, it simply wasn't enough.

One night Benjamin, in a state of deliriousness, walked out of his cabin and collapsed.

Eugene Anifas was the one who found him in the middle of the night, having gotten up to use the outhouse.

By the time he was found, Benjamin Olafsson had passed away.

He was buried not too long thereafter despite the bitter chill in the air.

Poor Vilhelm and his wife Marie were both heartbroken at the loss of their oldest son.

Their youngest - a little boy named Tor who had been born to surprisingly old parents - was just as sad.

Benjamin had been a very loving person, and had visited his family often.

His poor wife Rebecka was given some time off by the family, but in time she was forced to resume her tasks and to take up the work of her late husband.