#iron bull x ofc

[crackinglamb]

Chapters: 17/27 Fandom: Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: The Iron Bull (Dragon Age)/Original Female Character(s), Cremisius "Krem" Aclassi & Original Female Character(s) Characters: Mira Foret, The Iron Bull (Dragon Age), Cremisius "Krem" Aclassi, The Bull's Chargers, Original Orlesian Character(s), Original Dalish Character(s) (Dragon Age), Leliana Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Modern Girl in Thedas, pre-Inquistion, Eye Trauma, oc is a healer, OC is a Polyglot, Obligatory Sad Backstory, Canon Trans Character, Found Family, Blood and Gore, Open Relationships, Friends With Benefits, Explicit Consent, Contraceptives, Semi-Public Sex, Size Difference, Service Top Bull, soft domming, Aftercare, Just Because Bull is a Masochist Doesn't Mean He's a Sadist, Merc Life Ain't Easy, Minor Character Death, The healer has the bloodiest hands, Dubious Spycraft, Unplanned Pregnancy, Miscarriage, Ambiguous/Open Ending, part one of a series, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Please Heed Them; Parts of This Are Graphic, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat Series: Part 1 of Driftwood Summary:

Mira Foret has always drifted. No place is home, no one is family.

Until the Iron Bull.

 NSFW will be marked with **. Beta'd by Iron_Angel. Updates on Monday.

Chapter 17 - Keeping a Careful Distance

“How much did you hear?”

“Enough.” She stuck her needle through the mending, knowing she didn't need the ruse anymore.  She glanced back up at him, noting the set of his shoulders, the tightness in his fists.  “No believer like a true believer, eh?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, he's human, and Rivaini.  Lots of converts up that way, so I hear.”

“Maybe he was born to it,” he shot back, and for a moment it looked like he was pissed that she figured it out, but it passed quickly to something more jovial and almost mocking.  Challenging.  She grinned at him.

“Maybe. But would he have had so much fervor about it if it was all he'd ever known?  In my experience, zealotry is a mark of those trying to impress.  Be that their god, or those they feel have strayed.  It's a superiority complex, warranted or not.  It tends to happen more in people who have chosen a thing rather than were born in it. Like they're still justifying it, maybe even to themselves.”

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[sapphirefallschronicles]

- ̥۪͙۪˚┊❛ Welcome to Sapphire Falls - chapter 8 ❜┊˚̥۪͙۪◌

Basketballer!Chris Evans x Abigail Syverson (plus size!ofc) & Farmer!Syverson x Livia Darmandi (Asian ofc)

Summary: Chris needs to clear his head, so he goes back to an important place in his life.

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: none

The Advent Calendar (a.k.a. the masterlist)

The reunion still spooks through my head. Seeing Abigail again, that was a little confusing. It’s been a while since we saw each other, and the last time we did see each other wasn’t very festive exactly. We didn’t even have time to have a proper chat, and to be honest, a funeral is not the right place to catch up. 

Abigail has been in my mind the moment I saw her again in the stables. She looks good, really good. We talked all night, just like the old days. It felt like we were never out of each other’s lives. But we had. For a long time. At the dinner, there was this tension between us. One that has never been there before. 

I need to clear my head. Stop thinking about her and the years we spend apart. Quickly I throw my hoodie on, and grab the basketball I have been carrying with me since high school. It's time to visit the place I spent hours back in the day.

But as I walk towards the basketball court, I couldn’t help but to relive an old memory..

●・○・●・○・●

Dammit. We just lost the state title. Our team was close, so extremely close. But when the buzzer rang, telling me we had a second left to win, I knew it was up to me. And I failed. As the ball left my hands, making its way towards the basket, I knew it was over. It was a terrible shot. The team was disappointed, not in me they said, but I was disappointed in myself. 

I needed to train harder, better. Failing important shots like these were not getting me anywhere. If I wanted to play for the Chicago Bulls one day, I had to improve. 

Sleep wouldn’t come to me anyway, so I grabbed my basketball, and climbed out the window. 

Mom was going to be so mad tomorrow, but that's tomorrow’s problem. 

The basketball court was empty, as expected at nearly midnight. I dribbled around for a bit, shooting a couple shots. Of course, I was hitting these. 

How ironic. 

I was so caught up in my own world I didn’t hear footsteps come closer. 

‘I thought your mom would ground you for the rest of your life if you sneaked out at night one more time,’ said the one and only person who knew what I would be doing at a moment like this.

‘Hi Abi.’ I turned around to face her. Black boots, black jeans, black sweater; she was the only person I knew who could pull off an outfit like that without looking basic or simple. Maybe it was red, copper hair. Or her light blue eyes. Or the entire combination. ‘Could ask you the same thing.’

‘Unlike you, I’m actually great at sneaking out,’ she laughs. 

‘Okay, I fell out the window one time! Once! Just bad luck mom was standing in front of the window witnessing it all.’ It was a painful moment, but looking back, it was kinda funny. Not that I was gonna tell Abigail that though. 

‘That was the hardest I laughed in a while, Chris,’ she said as she walked closer to me. ‘Sorry about today’s game.’

‘Mhm,’ I muttered. 

‘Wanna talk about it?’

‘Nah, not really.’ I threw the basketball through the hoop another time, only this time Abigail was the one to grab it as I touched the ground again. 

‘Don’t break a nail,’ I smirked as she was dribbling the ball, getting ready to take a shot. 

‘Chris! Don’t manifest things like that. Take it back or I will break your fingers!’ she exclaimed, but the corner of her mouth twitched, so I knew she was messing with me.

I threw my hands up in defeat, and took a step back to give her space to take a shot. The ball left her hands, and she missed miserably. ‘You are aware that the basket is right in front of you?’ I teased. 

‘Why don’t you retrieve that ball and teach me how it’s done?’ Abigail placed her hands on her hips, looking at me daringly. 

‘As you wish.’ I practically ran towards the ball, and it almost slipped out of my hands twice as I walked back to her. 

‘I truly don’t understand how you do this. As you know I am very talented, but this seems like the only skill I can’t master,’ Abigail said. She was indeed talented, and smart. She was creative and she could take the most beautiful pictures. But I knew she wasn’t being cocky. Behind the ‘I’m the most confident girl you’ll ever meet’ act was an insecure girl. Which I never understood. 

‘You still with me?’ Abigail placed her hand on my upper arm. ‘You looked a little lost there.’

‘Yeah. yeah. Alright, now what you wanted to do is to focus on the square just above the basket,’ I said, turning her around so she was facing the basket. I stepped closer to her, and placed the basketball in her hands again. 

‘Mhm,’ she hummed. I covered her hands with mine, our faces inches apart. I could feel her hair tickle my cheek. And hear her breathing become irregular, like mine. 

‘Keep focusing on one of the lines, and aim for that spot,’ I said softly. I raised our hands, and together we watched the basketball fly through the hoop. ‘See? It ain’t that hard.’

A smile formed on Abigail's face, and she spun around in my arms. One of her hands was suddenly on my chest, as the other touched my neck. I was glad my arms sneaked their way around her waist by themselves, because I had trouble thinking straight.

We stood there for what felt like an eternity before I decided to lean forward. It was now or never. Abigail had always kept me at a distance when it came to this, so this might be my only shot. 

As our lips were about to touch, we heard a loud bark near us. Of course, there was someone in Sapphire Hills who decided this would be a great time to walk their dog. 

‘I, uh, I should go back. You know, before mom finds out and kills me. Or worse, ground me and make me spend time with Sy,’ Abigail said, pretending to come off like she was joking, but in reality she was shaking all over her body. 

‘I can walk you back?’ I suggested, not ready to part from her. 

‘It’s alright, besides, you should go back home as well.’ She smiled softly, and before I knew it, she had walked away, out of my sight.

●・○・●・○・●

That night many years ago continues to run through my mind. I bet I will be unable to think about anything else. There is so much to consider, to think about. What would have happened if we had kissed? Could we have worked together, as a couple? Maybe I wouldn’t have had a failed engagement, maybe I could have just been happy with Abigail. 

But we didn’t kiss. So here I am. Back home after a failed love life, and not happy with who I am. 

From a distance I watch a few kids playing basketball. I witness their dribbles and their creativity. There are times where I miss this. Miss the open-minded way of playing. Now it’s statistics, tactics and what not. Training all day, watching, and reviewing old matches. Nothing like this anymore. Not just simply playing basketball, bonding with teammates. 

Not having Abigail on the bleachers. 

‘Look, look!’ one of the kids suddenly exclaims. ‘It’s Chris Evans!’

While I carefully make my way onto the field, I see the kids rushing over to me. All with that hopeful expression in their eyes. They bombard me with questions and one thing rushes through my mind instantly:

I’m their role model.

Why haven’t I gone back to my roots? Why haven’t I given these kids someone in real life to look up to? It’s a missed opportunity, one I curse myself for. 

The only thing I could do at that moment: have fun with these kids. Teaching them a few tricks, while they teach me how to be the old me again. 

[moss-flesh]

Psps, Solas for the character ask plz

OH MY GOSH !!! okay lets do this

first impression: i immediately was obsessed with his voice and i wanted to hear him talk for eternity!! Also his introduction felt weirdly flirtatious??? i was like okay so hes wise and snarky im gonna take him everywhere

impression now:

bane of my existence, obsessed with him, i just wanna know what the hell is going on in that noggin of his, i want to swish him around in my cheeks like mouthwash

favorite moment:

honestly i ADORE the first kiss scene with him, when that happened i knew i was hooked and i had to romance him. you can really feel his adoration its amazing, AND THEN HE SQUINTS HIS EYES N IS LIKE “wake up” SIR UR SO CHEEKY SHUT

story idea:

i actually have this in the drafts of my notes but a while after their kiss adahlen is like kinda nervous and not sure how to proceed but one night at camp she asks solas to sneak off with her and she brings him to this beautiful lake she camped at when traveling to the conclave. Its FREEZING coz its mountain runoff, she jumps in, ahem in her underclothes and hes like you really have to get out of there its freezing but hes also kinda distracted lol. shes like no come in with me, ANYWAY they have a cute lil moment, i was kinda thinking of posting it maybe i should.

unpopular opinion: hmmmmm i honestly feel like opinions of solas are so wide and varried its hard to think of something like that. i guess i never really picked up on calling him an egg? ive done it once or twice but not often lmao, thats all i can think of.

favorite relationship: (besides adahlen x solas lmao)

i honestly LOVE iron bull and solas’ relationship. like yes ofc cole too because cole is practically solas and inquisitors adopted baby. BUT Solas and Bull together are so cool, theyre both EXTREMELY intelligent and pick up on minor details of everything, i love their conversations, i love that Bull knows that something is off about solas but hes really not sure what, he just knows hes hiding something big. Every banter they have is like a workout for my brain its so compelling.

favorite headcanon:

once in a blue moon when hes alone he cries because hes so overwhelmed by what he knows he has to do when the time comes, and how hes let his love for inquisitor go too far and how he doesnt want to hurt her and he regrets it because so much damage will be done but he also doesnt regret it because loving her her is some of the only joy he has felt and will be the only happiness he will have for a long long time.

also he likes cats and smokes elfroot

[fiadhaisteach]

‘Tis Impressed Reader Touting Works - 2022.02.12

Hamilton x Dragon Age series by @buttsonthebeach - Solas/F!Lavellan, OFC(e)/OMC(h), other pairings listed w/each story - 515,688 words (combined) - all Primary Story Line Works complete

"Despite the name, only "The World Turned Upside Down" has "Hamilton" lyrics in it as a major feature. The odd lyric shows up here and there in the others!"

      🔸 This series is epic in scope & intensity, matching its length, while staying character focused.       🔹 A "Fix-It" series featuring a badass rogue Ellana Lavellan, who succeeds in capturing the Dread Wolf, then creates a life with Solas.       🔸 The canon characters grow, without losing their voices & her original characters are just as complicated, vibrant, and loveable as the ones we know from the game.       🔹 Very importantly, this is the series that introduced me to Dev Patel. I mean, the last two full works both heavily feature Solas & Ellana's child, Ashara, who's romantic partner looks like Dev. I haven't been the same since. 😄

 To read the series in perfect order, follow below:     1. Like You're Running Out of Time (Companion Story)     2. Chapters 1-7 of Who Tells Your Story (Companion Story)     3. Chapters 1-11 of The World Turned Upside Down     4. Chapter 8 of Who Tells Your Story (Companion Story)     5. Domestic Life     6. She Moved Through the Fair     7. Chapters 12-13 of The World Turned Upside Down     8. Body of Knowledge     9. Awakened    10. Reckoning   What Did I Miss? features missing scenes and AUs scattered throughout these! (Companion Story)

This gets long, so have a cut.

Primary Story Line

⚜️The World Turned Upside Down, ⚜️Domestic Life, ⚜️She Moved Through the Fair, ⚜️Body of Knowledge, ⚜️Awakened, ⚜️Reckoning, ⚜️What Did I Miss? (Ch. 1-15) - Solas/F!Lavellan, OFC(e)/OMC(h) - 453,440 combined - complete

Chapters: 78/78 (plus Ch. 1-15 of WDIM) Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition Rating: Explicit (except Domestic Life's 'Teen') Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Primary Relationship: Female Lavellan/Solas Other Relationships: Original Female Character/Original Male Character, background Iron Bull/Dorian Pavus Characters: Female Lavellan, Solas, Vivienne (Dragon Age), Varric Tethras, Iron Bull, Dorian Pavus, Cassandra Pentaghast, Blackwall | Thom Rainier, Original Lavellan-Solas Child(ren), Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Sera (Dragon Age), Dagna (Dragon Age), Ashara Lavellan, Briala, Cole, Cullen Rutherford Additional Tags: Trespasser DLC, Song Lyrics, Fluff and Smut, Spoilers, Explicit Language, Oral Sex, Smut, Vaginal Fingering, Angst, Minor Iron Bull/Dorian Pavus, Masturbation, Alcohol, Post-Canon, Angst and Humor, POV Solas, Arlathan, Dreams vs. Reality, Explicit Sexual Content, Porn With Plot, Established Relationship, Weddings, Mutual Masturbation, Dirty Talk, POV Alternating, Fade Sex, 69 (Sex Position), Vaginal Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Very Brief Non-Con Reference, Hand Jobs, Unplanned Pregnancy, Pregnant Sex, Childbirth, Intimacy, Inner Circle Cameos, Magic, Action/Adventure, Canon-Typical Violence, Mirror Sex, implied Sera/Dagna, Latin as Tevene, Very Brief Torture, Family, Coming of Age, sub!solas, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Loss of Virginity, First Love, racial politics of Thedas, Character-Driven Plot, clearly marked and easily skipped Depression, chapters dealing with that are also clearly tagged, First Time Together, One-Shots, AUs, Magic used in sex, Parenthood, Male Solo, Pre-Relationship, Sisters, Terminal Illnesses, Blow Jobs, Morning Sex, VERY light bondage, one-shots and missing scenes from my main fics [Additional tags combined & truncated]

Summary: A retelling of the Solavellan romance in DA:I (tWTUD chapters 1-9), Trespasser (tWTUD chapter 10-11) and beyond (tWTUD chapters 12-13 & the rest of the Primary Story Line) - using lyrics from the musical "Hamilton" as inspiration. Come be in the room where it happens!

Even if Solas did change his mind and come back to Lavellan post-Trespasser, how would they reconnect with each other after everything that happened?

(BoK Ch. 1-5: Initial reconciliation, BoK Ch. 6-13 & rest of Primary Story Line: How their lives unfold afterwards. [Summaries combined (w/clarifications) & truncated]

      Companion Stories

⚜️Like You're Running Out of Time - Morrigan/M!Cousland - 13,589 words - HSE WIP (2019-06-26)

Chapters: 4/5 Fandom: Dragon Age: Origins Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Morrigan/Male Cousland Characters: Male Cousland (Dragon Age), Morrigan, Ellana Lavellan, Kieran (Dragon Age) Additional Tags: Vignettes, Character studies, Morrigan POV, Canon-Typical Violence, Smut, Sexual Content

Summary: "The statue is so still. The artisan put in no sense of motion. They make Zakir seem like - a bulwark against a tide. Resolute. Still. That is not how he lived - how he lives his life."

"Then how does he live his life?"

Morrigan could see him - feel him - so clearly in her mind's eye. So clearly it made her ache. She wasn't picturing him the way she’d seen him last, when he left her to search for a cure to the poison in his blood - or to die in the attempt. She could see him as he was ten years before, when they met. Nineteen, reckless, cocky, angry, grieving - and, yes, handsome as the day was long.

"He lives his life like he is running out of time."

***

10 years after the Blight, Morrigan reflects on the man she loves, and hopes she has not lost. A story chronicling the Fifth Blight through her eyes, and the troubled life of Zakir Cousland, Warden-Commander.

Zakir is my canon Warden, and my Inquisitor appears in the prologue, but this can be read without reading anything else in the series. More to come soon!

⚜️Who Tells Your Story - F!Hawke/Merrill - 16,806 words - complete

Chapters: 8/8 Fandom: Dragon Age II, Dragon Age: Inquisition Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Female Hawke/Merrill Characters: Female Hawke, Merrill (Dragon Age), Female Lavellan Additional Tags: Romance, Pining, Smut, Angst, Grieving, Canonical Character Death, spoilers for inquisition, Spoilers for Trespasser, Past Solas/Lavellan, One-Shots, Vignettes, Sexual content in chapters marked with an asterisk

Summary: A place for my Dragon Age II one-shots. Connected to the rest of my series, but can be read on its own. 1. "Who Tells Your Story" - Rated M for non-explicit smut. Merrill pined for Marian Hawke for years before telling her the truth. A retelling of DA2 from Merrill's eyes, focusing on her romance with Hawke. 2. "Immigrants - We Get the Job Done" - Rated T. Marian's Fereldan roots grow deep, and she struggles to find her place in Kirkwall at first. 3. "Cards and Letters and Stationary" - Rated E for smut. The morning after her first night with Merrill, Marian reflects. 4. "Dreams" - Rated E for smut. Merrill has dreamed of Marian for so long. 5. "Cold Hands, No Gloves" - Rated G. Merrill thinks nothing of using magic to warm her hands at the docks; a nervous Marian disagrees. 6. "Adjusting" - Rated G. Merill fusses over Marian on the morning of her departure for Skyhold. 7. "Legacy" - Rated T. Throughout the events of Inquisition, Marian reflects on her life and those she's lost. 8. "Tomorrow There'll Be More of Us" - Rated T. Heartbroken Inquisitor Lavellan goes to Kirkwall to see Merrill following the events of Trespasser. Spoilers.

⚜️What Did I Miss? - Solas/F!Lavellan - 67,481 words - Ch. 1-15, main story / Ch. 16-20, sad AU w/ OFC(e)/OFC(e) - HSE WIP (2017-11-12)

Chapters: 20/? Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Female Lavellan/Solas Characters: Female Rogue Lavellan, Solas, Original Lavellan-Solas Child(ren), Cullen Rutherford, Dorian Pavus Additional Tags: First Time Together, One-Shots, AUs, Magic used in sex, Oral Sex, Pregnancy, Childbirth, Fluff, Parenthood, Masturbation, Male Solo, Pre-Relationship, Sisters, Terminal Illnesses, Angst, Blow Jobs, Morning Sex, Minor Adoribull, Several originally appeared on Tumblr, sub!solas, Orgasm Delay/Denial, VERY light bondage, All three of those tags are only in Chapter 10, All of these are one-shots and missing scenes from my main fics, But you can read most with no knowledge of them

Summary: 1. Ruin - E; Solas tries to deny his growing admiration for Ellana 2. Say Yes to This - E; Ellana's POV on their first time 3. Impress Me - E; their second time together 4. Magic - E; their third time together 5. Intimacies - E; Solas knows he needs to save up every memory 6. Unsaid - E; Ellana awakens to Solas's unexpected need 7. Unbent - E; Solas goes to Ellana at Adamant 8. Congratulations - T; a slight AU of "Body of Knowledge;" Dorian chews out Solas. 9. Ancient and New - G; Ellana feels inadequate as a new mother 10. New Again - E; Ellana learns that she likes to take control 11. The Story of an Hour - G; Cullen reflects on how fatherhood has changed Solas 12. River - T; Solas and Ellana reflect on the woman Ashara has become 13. Dreams - M; an AU of "Body of Knowledge;" Solas and Ellana have a second child 14. Blow Us All Away - G; Solas and his daughters grapple with the family legacy 15. Helpless (Reprise) - G; Saeris has her first crush 16-20. The Awakened AU - G-T; two sisters try to save their mother's life.

(previous TIRTWs & TIRTW Key/Legend)

[fernaee]

OC QUESTIONNAIRE

thanks for tagging me @thatssolavellan, i love doing this!! 🍃✨

i’m a bit late so i’m not sure if you’ve been tagged but let’s try! @evuniel @blueheaded @varric-tethras-editor @elluvians @moonmeydn @retvrnoftheking @noire-pandora and anyone who’d like to do it ofc, i’d love to read about your ocs!!

- - b a s i c s

1. character name: aëllrien “aëll” lavellan

2. role in story: inquisitor, herald of andraste

3. physical description: aëll is an average height dalish elf with pale skin full of freckles, dark red hair and blue/green eyes. she’s quite thin and just a little bit muscular. she never really cared about her physical appearance, her hair always tied in a messy bun, hair strands everywhere. she also have a distinctive scar on her upper left lip. click here for a screenshot! in place of her lost arm, she know wears a prosthetic arm mostly made of dragon scale leather (gift of iron bull) and silverite, enchanted by dagna with the help of dorian.

4. age: late twenties when she became inquisitor, early thirties at the end of trespasser

5. MBTI/Enneagram: isfp (the adventurer)

- - the rest under the cut

- - i n t e r n a l   l i f e 

1. what is their greatest fear?

before the inquisition, her greatest fear was probably to never be able to see beyond her clan. now, it’s probably about seeing all of what she fought for disappear. especially with solas’ plan for thedas and the veil. she’s afraid she won’t be able to find him, make him change his plans or stop him, if it’s needed...

2. inner motivation:

making things right. it’s kinda cliché and definitely more complicated than it sounds but that’s her motives.

3. kryptonite:

probably her temper. aëll is a reasonable person but sometimes, when things make her too angry, to sad, to happy too, she shifted to a very unreasonable mode. her time in the inquisition made it worse at first, and then a bit better.

4. what is their misbelief about the world?

that things happen for a reason.

5. lesson they need to learn:

some people can’t be saved. others don’t want to be saved. and sometimes, they don’t even deserve to be saved...

6. what is the worst thing in their life?

the loss of her clan, obviously. and it’s even worse that nobody really acknowledge it. even if she were never able to find her place in it, knowing that they died, possibly because of her decisions, is unbearable. she never talks about it, nobody could understand, not even solas. solas being the second worst thing in her life. well, considering solas is still here, somewhere, and her clan is not, he may be the worst thing in the end...

7. what do they most often look down on people for?

cruelty. nothing ever justify cruelty.

8. what makes their heart feel alive?

seeing people the inquisition saved finally happy. learning more about her culture.

9. what makes them feel loved, and who was the last person to make them feel that way?

being included, feeling a part of something and she found that with the inquisition, unexpectedly. each member of the inquisition, companions and advisors made her feel loved, each one in their own way. 

10. top three things they value most in life: 

friendship, justice, freedom.

- - e x t e r n a l   l i f e 

1. is there an object they can’t bear to part with and why?

there’s a dagger she got from the woman who raised her. it’s quite ancient, not very fancy but enough to be considered a beautiful object. the dagger was her first real gift, the first valuable object she ever owned and possibly the only one. it reminds her of this motherly love and endless lessons, of her clan too, now. 

2. describe a typical outfit for them from top to bottom.

aëll always favored comfort over fanciness. she likes to wear light material like linen or thin leather. usually, she wears a light long ivory shirt with a dark brown leather jacket, a small and soft drapé around her waist, dark and light cloth fitting pants (like leggings ->) and leather boots, unless she’s in nature, then she wears traditional dalish “boots”. 

3. what names or nicknames has they been called throughout their life?

aëll is the most common, some people don’t even know it’s not actually her complete name. also boss, vhenan. herald too but she’s not fond of this one.

4. what is their method of manipulation?

even if she doesn’t really undertake using manipulation, she sometimes does and use flattery. if she can avoid it, she will. but if it works, it’s unexpectedly easy.

5. describe their daily routine.

this is a post-trespasser routine : wake up, lay in the bed for a while lost in her thoughts or trying to remember what happened in her dream, get up, wash her face with cold water, dress up, check the messages/letters/reports while eating a little, go for a walk in the woods, study the books about elvish, elvhenan... well anything about the elvhen culture dorian send her, forget to eat, be reminded to eat, write letters to varric, josephine, divine victoria (leliana), train, sometimes, play chess with cullen when he’s around, study again, cry a little, sometimes, study again, spend time with whoever is around (mostly bull, cassandra, sometimes cullen or cole), go to bed hoping to find him, for once.

6. their go-to cure for a bad day?

surround herself with friends if she’s sad or spending some time alone in the woods if she feels lost. when she’s angry or frustrated, she would most likely train and/or fight with cassandra or bull.

 - - g o a l s

1. how are they dissatisfied with their life?

aëll has a lot of regrets and doubts : she regrets not drinking from the well, she regrets not realising sooner who was solas, she sometimes wonders if it would have been better to not disband the inquisition. on a more personal side, she also regrets not learning more about her culture when she was younger. now everything is gone and she feels helpless. she’s tortured by the “what if”s and not being able to be more effective with her new quest.

2. what would bring them true happiness or contentment?

saving thedas. saving solas. both of them if possible. even if she realises she will probably never have her happy ending...

3. what definitive step could they take to turn their dream into a reality?

find him, talk to him, persuade him the future could be as wonderful as the past for their people, for the elves, if they work together, all together. showing him it’s worth it. 

4. how has their fear kept them from taking this action already?

she fears that it may be too late, that she may not be able to change his mind, which would be heartbreaking, knowing even her love, their love is not enough, that she is not enough. knowing all these people will suffer and die.

she fears that she may have to fight him, she doubts she could kill him, after all he’s a god and she’s... nothing. she fears she may have to hurt him, and to be hurt and wrecked at the same time.

5. do they feel they can accomplish their goal while still steering clear of the thing they are afraid of?

it’s unclear but she has hope, yes. it’s thin but it’s here, the hope. and considering she’s mostly an hopeless person, that means a lot.

[sillyrabbit81]

Her Heavy Cross

Summary: Three years after tragedy hits, Lana she decides to start dating again. She meets Will through a dating app and they begin an online romance. After months of constant requests, Lana relents and agrees to meet and go on an irl date with Will. But is Will who he says he is? Lana is quickly pulled into an intense relationship forcing her to confront her tragic past. Will Lana face it or will she close her heart forever?

Pairing: OMC x OFC

Word Count: approx 2.7k

Warnings: swearing, angst, drunk, motion of death

Authors Note: The story started as a Henry Cavill fanfiction but I changed it to be an original character, but shades of Henry are still there. Hope you enjoy the story and thanks for reading.

Part 2 Part 4

Part 3

In less than ten minutes, we had pulled up to Liam's house. Liam paid for the taxi too. I kind of argued this time, but he pointed out he asked me to his house. I didn't get too stubborn about it.

Liam was living in a four-story terrace house, recently renovated by the looks of it. It was painted white with black wrought iron lacework, and it was beautiful. The front door and windows were painted black. It appeared to be the twin of the house that shared its wall.

We entered through the dining room, and I realised it was actually the two houses renovated together. The inside was modern with original heritage touches. The floors were light timber, and the walls were white. The ceilings had plaster and cornice so beautifully ornate that restoration must have taken ages. The room had an imposing black marble fireplace and a deep brown, almost black wooden dining table set on a grey shag rug in the room's centre. A huge abstract painting of bright pinks, greens and grey hung on the wall.

"Wow, this must have cost a mint!" I quickly covered my mouth. "I'm sorry, that was rude of me."

"It's ok. I was pleasantly surprised by the house too. The studio got the house for me I...." Liam was interrupted by a massive dog bounding into the room.

Liam got down and roughhoused with the dog for a bit. Wow, he was a monster! I'd seen a picture of Cole before that "Will" had sent me, but I wasn't quite prepared for how big he was. He was almost completely black with some brown above his eyes and ears. His paws were brown too, and his belly was grey. He wasn't any particular breed, apparently a rescue dog. I thought of my bull terrier cross cattle dog at home. This dog would eat him for breakfast, and Perrin wasn't small.

Cole's pink tongue lolled, and he panted as Liam moved from side to side. Cole imitated Liam's actions jumping about. He barked a couple of times as he got excited by the play. The noise reverberated through the quiet house.

"Shhh, Cole, people are sleeping." Liam softly admonished. Then his voice became stern. "Sit," he ordered before patting him. Liam looked at me and said, "Lana, this is Cole. Cole, Lana."

"Hi, Cole. You're much bigger in person." I could hear the slight tremor in my voice. Liam must have sensed I was nervous and came over to stand near me. Cole padded over and sniffed at me. Gingerly, I put my hand by my side and let him approach me. Cole nuzzled my hand, and I gave him a pat on the side of his neck. I let out a sigh of relief.

"I was worried he wouldn't like me. I love dogs but always get nervous around new ones." Liam put his head to the side, asking a silent question. "I had a dingo go me one time, and I've never really gotten over it." I squatted down and gave Cole more pats. "I think this guy is ok, though."

"Yeah, he's a good boy. How is Perrin, by the way?"

"He's ok." I sighed, "he's just old. The poor little guy can't get onto my bed anymore and sleeps in my lounge room now. I kinda miss it, but I have slept a bit better."

Liam gave Cole some more pats and told him to go sit. "Come on. I'll make you a tea or coffee if you'd like." I agreed a coffee would be perfect right now. I needed something to sober me up.

I sat at the kitchen bench while Liam made coffees. Cole sat by my stool, and I patted his head while watching Liam. Liam had kicked off his shoes and was walking around in his bare feet. It was amazing to see him so much more relaxed here than while we were out. He really did appear to enjoy being at home.

As Liam made our coffee, he moved with a grace that surprised me. His movements seemed economical and rigid but hinted at the power beneath them. He seemed coiled and ready to explode at any moment. It was like he was dancing the pasodoble, his body moving to an invisible beat. Images of Strictly Ballroom came into my mind, and I found myself humming Love is in the Air. I was drunker than I thought.

When Liam was done, he led me over to his large L shaped lounge, and I sat. Liam flopped down next to me, casually laying back and popped his feet up on the coffee table. Cole sat on a mat that was clearly his.

I sipped my coffee, not knowing what else to do. Suddenly the quiet between Liam and I felt awkward.

Liam and I spoke at the same time, "What.." "So..."

We both laughed. Liam indicated I should proceed. "Well, I was going to ask what brought you out to Sydney, for real, not the Will answer."

"A new project. I'm going to be filming a television show." Liam proceeded to tell me about his project, working with some people from Netflix on a fantasy/sci-fi series adaptation. He was so animated when telling me that it was obvious that he loved his job.

It would be his first television series and was to be more romance heavy than anything he had done in years. Liam explained that he is filming here because the story was written and developed in Australia. "If it works out, I'll probably be based out of Australia for the next few years. I'll go home to England for a few months during breaks, maybe do some small film roles. It's hard with Cole, though, because every trip into Australia means 10 days quarantine for him."

"Oh yeah, and you don't want a Pistol and Boo situation." Liam looked confused, and I explained about Amber Heard and Johnny Depp smuggling their dogs into Australia.

"I thought you said you don't follow celebrity gossip."

"I don't, but that was big news, hilarious really. It was on every bit of media in Australia, and then they had to make this cringe video apology. I almost felt bad for them." Then I yawned, suddenly all the alcohol had lost its buzz, and I was just tired. "The coffee doesn't seem to be doing its job. What time is it?"

Liam looked at his watch, "11.30."

"Yeah, it's late. I should get home. I don't want to turn into a pumpkin." I cringed. Fuck.

"You don't have to go. You could stay here." I raised my eyebrows. "I do have more than one bed if that's what you want." Liam leaned over to me and placed a hand on my cheek, rubbing his thumb against my skin.

I looked at my nearly empty coffee mug. I swirled the dregs around the bottom as if it were tea leaves, and they would tell me what to do. "I don't want to go home yet, but I don't want to go too fast, either."

"That's ok."

I didn't move. I wanted to stay. Ten years ago, I would have stayed, but Andy's face flashed into my thoughts. I knew it was ridiculous. Andy had been gone for over three years now. But every time I even contemplated being with someone, I couldn't stop thinking about him.

Liam was waiting for an answer, but I didn't know what to tell him. 'It's not you, it's me' is such a tired cliche, but sometimes it's true.

"Lana, it's ok. If you want to go home, that's absolutely fine. I'll even call you an Uber."

I felt my eyes sting, and I looked away from Liam. My bloody traitorous tear ducts giving me away. I shouldn't have drunk so much. Alcohol always makes me emotional.

"Fuck." I swore under my breath. I angrily wiped at my eyes, thankful I had used waterproof mascara. My eyeliner was a different story, though, and black streaked my fingers. I asked Liam where his bathroom was, and I got up, only half listening to his directions. I found it quickly. It was only through the doorway into a little enclave with a powder room, stairs and a lift. What kind of bloody house has a lift?

I closed the door and sat on the toilet seat. I knew enough not to try to stop the tears, so I just let them go. Bloody hell, Andy. Why did he fucking have to leave me? Why the fuck did you have to fucking die. Goddammit. Why do I do this to myself? Why do I do this to Andy? I wanted to scream, to punch something, to throw something. I needed another cigarette. Fuck you, Andy. Fuck you. Fuck me. Fuck Liam.

As I always did when I thought of Andy, I remembered the last time I saw him. His sweet face looked down at me as he kissed me goodbye. His deep brown hair fell like a curtain around us, hiding our kiss from the world. Cheekily I had slipped my tongue into his mouth, and he had groaned as he pulled away. He told me to save it for when he got back and would be as quick as he could be. I had thanked him for filling in for me. He winked and said to thank him later. Then he left.

When I was able to, I started to take deep breaths. In through my nose, out through my mouth. I could feel the tightness in my chest slowly ease. Breathing became more comfortable, and the tears stopped. I looked at my hands, and I was able to release the fists I was making. My nails hadn't broken the skin this time, but small red crescents remained etched into my palms.

I waited a few minutes longer to make sure the moment had passed. It wasn't Andy's fault he died, and I knew that. It's also not my fault that I wanted someone to love again. Sleeping with someone other than Andy felt like crossing the Rubicon, no going back.

The fact was there is no going back, no Andy to go back to, even if I wanted. In my head, it still felt like a betrayal. But it wasn't. And Liam wasn't just anybody. He was a guy I had spent weeks talking to, getting to know, and although he looks different, he is still acting as I had expected. I saw a potential future here. Did I really want to let my past ruin it?

I cleared my throat and stood up, preparing myself to see the horror that looked back at me. Ugh, it wasn't great. My eyeliner had given me panda eyes, and the tears had created streaks down my cheeks.

Getting a tissue and blew my nose, and decided there was nothing else for it, I washed my makeup off my face. I avoided washing my eye makeup off though, that was a mess I just didn't have the products for, so I just wiped under my eyes and cleaned it up. I binned my tissues, washed my hands, took a few more deep breaths and prepared myself to face Liam.

I opened the door and walked straight into something solid that made me bounce back into the bathroom like a tennis ball. Hands caught me before I hit the floor, and I found myself in Liam's arms.

"I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" He asked.

"No," I was flustered again. I spent all that time calming down to just be in a state two seconds later. "I just didn't expect you to be outside the door. Jesus, you're like a brick shit house."

Liam didn't laugh. "I was worried about you."

"I'm fine," I lied.

Liam didn't look convinced. He let me go and ran a hand through his hair. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not right now."

Liam nodded. "I'll get you that Uber." He pulled his phone out.

That's it then. All in all, it wasn't the worst date I'd been on since Andy died. Actually, it was probably the best. Liam, at least, was a guy I was attracted to and didn't appear to be a man child. He seemed to like me, even when I cried over another man. Although I doubt Liam knew that's why I was crying. I had told him I was married before and he had died, but that was only once and a long time ago, and we hadn't discussed it again.

The tears had done their job, and a calmness came over me now. I had said goodbye to Andy, and I was ready to take that last step to move on. That was why I started to date again; to open my heart, I was ready.

I put my hand on Liam's wrist, "if you still want me to, I'd like to stay."

"Are you sure? I probably shouldn't have asked in the first place. I let my other head think for me." Though I laughed at his candid admission, Liam's face was serious. "I'm not joking. I want you, and I didn't think about how you must be feeling. The whole fake profile thing must still be weighing on your mind. And all of the other problems that go along with being with me. You should have more time to think about it."

And my dead husband, let's not forget that. I didn't say that out loud, thank God. "I will have time to think about it. But right now, I want..." Shit. I've gone shy again. Just fucking tell him you want him too! "I mean, can't we just have a bit of a cuddle and a snog?"

Liam's lips twitched as he tried to suppress a smile, "a cuddle and a snog?"

I nodded.

Smiling, Liam put his phone back in his pocket. "I think I can arrange that."

Without further warning, Liam grabbed my wrists in one hand and pinned them to the wall above my head. His other hand snaked around my waist, holding me to him, his hips rolling into mine. His eyes were fierce and focused on mine. I  closed my eyes, the sensations too much, and my breath quickened.

I heard Liam say through gritted teeth, "It's taken everything I had not to do this to you since I saw you at the bar. I wanted to take you then and there." His voice seemed to ease, the words coming easier for him. "You don't know how much I've wanted to touch you. To know you are real." Then he whispered, "and you are. Real. You're as beautiful tonight as you were in your pictures."

I opened my eyes and found Liam staring at me, and his intensity was nearly frightening. He pulled me tighter against himself, his fingertips digging into me while he crushed me against his body. I felt his hardness against my hip, and I couldn't stop myself from rubbing against it. This time Liam closed his eyes, and I felt the rush of blood to my centre.

Liam opened his eyes, desire naked on his face, "Kiss me," he said.

I met his soft and warm lips. I felt Liam's groan rumble in his vast chest, and kissing him again, my lips scraped against his whiskers. Liam kissed me back now. His tongue pushed past my lips, and found mine. His tongue playfully danced in my mouth. Liam's hand left my arse and started to feel my hips, my waist and then my breasts. He cupped them and gently squeezed. My breath caught as his hand skimmed past my nipple. His palm created friction against the lace of my bra, and tingles radiated through my body.

His lips left mine and went to my neck. He kissed and sucked at me, moving down to the top of my breasts. I heard him take a deep breath into my chest as his cheeks rubbed against my skin. His kisses became harder against my chest and moved back up to my neck, his teeth nipping at me as he went. Even though he had me captured, I wriggled against him, my hips moved uncontrollably, my breath uneven and weak.

Liam pulled away, still firmly gripping one of my hands. "Come with me." Liam led me to the lift.

"Where are we going?"

"To my bedroom." I pulled against him, forcing him to stop. "Sweetheart, I promise I won't fuck you until you ask."

My legs turned to jelly. I wanted to fall to my knees and beg despite my reservations. I nodded and followed Liam into the lift.

Part 4

[skyholdsaga]

Here is one of my fav couples in the whole series :)

I freaking love how the relationship between these two evolves in the game,It’s one of my fav parts in the companion banter.

I imagine that bull would sneak in any chance to touch that butt ;p

(respectfully ofc)

Just a quick sketch to show show my appreciation to the story,couple and how that every love is beautifull!

#dragon age

#dragonage inquisition

#doribull

#dorian romance

#dorian pavus

#iron bull

#pride month

#happy pride 🌈

#bisexual

#gay

#digital art

#Digital Illustration

#i love them

#madly in love

#sassylovers

#qunari

#tevintermage

#Fanart

#shipping

#dorian x iron bull

[freethemages]

Thought since I’ve never done so, I’d list all my favourite DA ships (though inevitably I’ll forget some). Multi shipper here ofc.

Mains are in bold

Featuring one of my OCs:

Tristan Amell x Alistair Theirin

Garrett Hawke x Anders (Handers)

Tristan Trevelyan x Cullen Rutherford (Cullevelyan)

Mahanon Lavellan x Dorian Pavus (Pavellan)

Asharel Lavellan x The Iron Bull

Asharel Lavellan x Josephine Montilyet

Tristan Trevelyan x Dorian Pavus (Pavelyan)

Tristan Trevelyan x Alistair Theirin x Cullen Rutherford (Cullistairvelyan, OT3)

Tristan Amell x Zevran Arainai

NPCs:

Cullen Rutherford x Alistair Theirin (Cullistair)

Alistair Theirin x Zevran Arainai (Zevistair)

Cullen Rutherford x Dorian Pavus (Cullrian)

Anders x Nathaniel Howe (Nanders)

Anders x Karl Thekla (Kanders)

Carver Hawke x Isabela

Carver Hawke x Alistair Theirin (Carvistair)

Isabela x Merrill (Merribela)

Dorian Pavus x Anders (Dorianders)

Dorian Pavus x The Iron Bull (Adoribull)

Cassandra Pentaghast x Varric Tethras

Josephine Montilyet x Thom Rainier

Anders x Hawke x Nathaniel Howe

Anders x Alistair Theirin (Anderstair)

Honourable mentions:

Anders x Fenris (Fenders)- I don’t actually ship them, but a lot of the content is so damn good I love it anyway.

Garrett Hawke x Varric Tethras

Jowan x Anders

Jowan x Amell/Surana

Cullen Rutherford x Amell/Surana

Maric Theirin x Fiona

Sten x Shale

Single characters that I love and just want more stuff of in general:

Bann/Arl Teagan Guerrin

Warden Commander Duncan

Lace Harding

King Cailan Theirin

Finn Aldebrandt

Krem Aclassi

Professor Bram Kenric

Felassan

Abelas

Avvar mages!

Daveth

Tamlen

[thereluctantinquisitor]

Can I request a romantic Bull and Delton drabble? They're so precious together. I love your blog so much!

Aww, thank you nonny! You have brought a smile onto this face of mine! Unfortunately, I appear to be allergic to drabbles, so this may have turned into a full fic. I apologise u_u

Delton x Iron Bull (Redbull) - approx 2700 words, most under the cut

In which Bull surprises Delton in more ways than one, Delton surprises him right back, and they both reveal something important to each other.

“All right… how much longer do I have to go blind for?”

Delton couldn’t help but smile as he heard Iron Bull let outa low, pleased chuckle from behind him. The blindfold had seemed a littleexcessive – Delton had told him as much – but he had been oddlyinsistent on him wearing it.

“Not much further, kadan,” Bull said. He had his large handson Delton’s shoulders, guiding him as he walked forward at a pace that mostwould probably consider reckless for a man who had been temporarily robbed ofsight. Yet, surprisingly, Delton wasn’t worried. It was a strange feeling. Trust. Before, he hadn’t even felt safejust sharing a conversation withanother person. Now he was being walked blindly into the unknown, and his heart was as steady and calm as it had been when hewoke up in bed that morning.

“This is an awful lot of build-up, y’know,” Deltoncontinued, his tone light, his mouth still quirked into a half-smirk. “Really raising expectations. Let meguess; a statue of me. Solid gold.”

Bull snorted and gaveDelton a light squeeze with one hand, the other staying in place on his rightshoulder to keep him steady regardless. “C’mon, you really think I’d botherblindfolding you for that. Ha! Gimme some credit, Red.”

Delton grinned, but said nothing, continuing to walksteadily forward, letting Bull be in charge of turning him appropriately. Thecobblestones had turned to grass, which was… odd.

“Wait - are you parading me blindfoldedthrough Skyhold?”

“Depends. Do two people count as a parade?”

Delton sighed, reaching up to scratch the side of his head,just beneath the blindfold. “Folk’re gonna talk. You know that, right?”

“Probably. Not really a problem unless you’ve got somethingto hide, though.” The way Bull said it was so nonchalant, yet it made Deltonstiffen in his grip. Did he? Havesomething to hide, that is. Sure, Delton supposedhe did – Maker, who didn’t? – but despite that, he relaxed a moment later.Anything he really wanted kept secret wouldn’t exactly be revealed by a blind marchacross the courtyard. Besides, he was pretty sure no one in the Inquisition thoughthim overly dignified either, so noreal loss there. The grass turned back into cobblestones.

Eventually, he shook his head, letting out an easy laugh.“Nah. Just figured I might embarrass you, that’s all.”

Behind Delton, Bull’s steps did something very strange. Theyfaltered. Just for a half-breath, asthough the large Vashoth almost tripped on a loose stone but managed to avoida full stumble. It was enough for Delton to notice. From behind the blindfold,he frowned. “Something the matter?”

Bull was quiet for a time, and they continued walkingtogether. Delton stubbornly refused break the silence that enveloped themboth like a cloak. He had been the last to ask a question, after all. It wouldbe counter-productive.

The sounds around Delton lessened, and he assumed they hadfinally crossed the bridge and exited Skyhold proper, leaving behind them themurmurs and movements of the massive fort. Okay… sosomething out in the forest? Delton couldn’t imagine what Bull wasplanning exactly, but it had to be interesting if he wanted to shroud it in somuch secrecy.

“Got a question for you, Red,” Bull said suddenly, the deeprumble of his voice almost startling Delton. He had become lulled into a calm stupor by the rhythmof their steps. Humming his curiosity, Delton encouraged Bull to continue. “You thoughtI’d be embarrassed, right?”

He frowned behind the blindfold. “… Aye.”

“Why?”

If Bull’s hands hadn’t been planted firmly on his shoulders,Delton would have come to a full stop. As it was, he continued plodding along,his brow set into an uncomfortable expression beneath the soft cloth.  “I… well… y’know. You’re The Iron Bull. Once folk see you in a fight, then they talk like you’rescarier than Corypheus. You’ve also got The Chargers, and they alllook up to you too-”

Bull snorted. “Everyonelooks up to me, Red. There aren’t many people around these parts at eye-level.”

Delton groaned quietly, but didn’t argue the point. “It’sjust… you know what? Don’t worry about it. Shouldn’t have said it. Pretend Ididn’t, okay?”

“Nah,” Bull replied simply. Slowly, they came to a stop. Deltonswallowed, not entire sure how to proceed. Why had he said it? It had just sort of slipped out earlier. He hadn’t reallythought about it.

“Bull?” Delton asked tentatively, shifting uncomfortably at both the stillness and the silence. “Can I take off theblindfold now?”

“Not yet. Want to talk first.”

Delton swallowed. He’d rather have the conversation with theuse of his eyes, but he supposed it didn’t make much difference. He knew hisown tended to give him away anyway, so maybe it was best that they werecovered.  “All right, fine,” he saidwarily, then turned around with slow precision. Bull let him do it without complaint. “Talk then.”

“You first.”

“Pretty sure I already gave you an answer, Bull.”

“Pretty sure you didn’t.”

Delton clenched his jaw, chewing on his tongue as hestruggled to come up with the right words. What was he supposed to say? Hedidn’t even know the answer. Not really. “C’mon, does it really matter?” Deltonasked, forcing himself to flash a reassuring smile. “We’re here, right? Let’s just… dowhatever you had planned. It’s getting late.”

To his surprise, Bull chuckled. Unfortunately, it was notfor the reason he had hoped. “Nice try,Red.”

With a suffering groan, Delton raised a hand to his head, rubbing his forehead tiredly. “You really don’t know when to let thingsgo, do you?”

“Not if it’s important.”

“This isn’timportant.”

“You think you’re an embarrassment.”

Delton froze, fingers halting in the process of cardingthrough his hair. He… no, he… thatwasn’t…

“What? I—” Delton began, but the words stuck in his throat.He cleared it, intending to argue, but then just… didn’t. The admission, when it finally came, was soft. Almost ashamed. “Yeah.”

In front of him, he heard Bull sigh quietly. It wasn’t frustrated,exactly. Just a sigh. Maybe, in a way, that was worse. “Kadan,” he said, his voice astrange mixture of firm yet gentle. “You can talk to me. You know that, right?”

Opening his mouth, Delton made to reply, but hesitated,suddenly unsure of what to say. Of course he could talk to Bull. He would be withsomeone he couldn’t talk to.

So why didn’t he?

“Look, it’s not you,” Delton began hastily. It really wasn’t. “I’ve just… got thingsI need to deal with. You know how it is.”

His lover didn’t respond. Delton pursed his lips – he knew what Bull was doing – but damn it,it worked. It always did. Feeling like an idiot, Delton kept going, hischeeks growing hot as he broke the lingering silence. He wasn’t flustered. He was just… he didn’t really know what he was. A mess,apparently.

“I’m not used to this kind of thing. I’m not good at it, and it feels like – damn it this is stupid – it feels like everyoneknows. That they can see it just by looking at me. At us. Maker, I actually careabout you, and all I can think about is when I’m going to screw it all up.”

“Kadan…” Bull began, but Delton kept going, the words already lined up at waiting on his tongue. I’ve come this far, he figured darkly. Might as well lay it all out for judgement.

“Every time, Bull. It’s always little things. I can’t keep up. Can’t stop checking exits. Can’t stop assuming the worst. Can’t read. Can’t write. Shit, I can’t even talkto people without expecting them to try to knife me at least once.” He laughed bitterly,shaking his head, even taking a step backwards despite the blindfold. “Maybethe better question is how are you notbe embarrassed by me?”

Delton could hear the frown in Bull’s voice as he spoke, clearas if he was looking straight at him. “So… I’m meant to be embarrassed becauseyou’re on-guard? Doesn’t sound like a bad thing to me, Red. Know how long ittook for me to knock that lesson into the Chargers? Hell, some of them stillforget it after a drink or two. As for the reading and writing and stuff? Sorry. Didn’tactually notice. I can teach you, if you think it’ll help. You’re a quicklearner - shouldn’t be hard.”

Delton froze, mouth half-open, ready with a retort for aninsult that never came. He… what?!

“I… I don’t… wait…” he shook his head in disbelief, suddenly at a loss for words.“You… didn’t know?”

“Nope.” Bull admitted it with almost proudly. “Don’t think anyone does. None of my Chargers, atleast, or they would’ve said something about trying to teach you by now. Gotta say, Red,you’re damn good at hiding things you don’t want anyone knowing about.”

I don’t believe it,Delton thought, utterly stunned. All thistime I just figured Bull was keeping quiet about it. That he was tooembarrassed to point it out. That he pitied me and kept me around like aone-eyed mabari. But he just… didn’t even know.

“I…” Delton floundered, not sure what to say. Somany of the things that had bothered him - things that had left him feelinglike he was somehow less – hadn’teven played a part in how Bull felt about him. There was no pity. No shame.That was all just Delton - something for himto work on. “But… you’re Hissrad! How did you not notice?”

Before him, Bull let out a quiet chuckle. Then, Delton feltdeft fingers brush either side of his face. Bull reached around, and a slight tugging on the cloth over his eyes signaled him working on the knot at the back. In a few seconds the blindfold fell slack, comingaway in Bull’s hands as he gently drew back. Delton blinked a few times, and his eyes adjusted, revealing the soft smile on themassive Tal-Vashoth’s face. The fond look of amusement in his eye. The expressionalone made Delton’s heart step sideways in his chest.

“Do you know where we are, kadan?”

Confused, Delton glanced around. They were in a small clearing, surrounded by tall pines, a scattering of small yellow flowers clustering at the bases of the trees. The memory instantly clicked. “Aye,” he breathed quietly, almost in awe. “This is the first place wewent. Just the two of us. You called me kadan. Told me what it meant.”

“That’s right,” Bull continued quietly, nodding. He stood so close Delton could feel the warmth radiating off his skin. “No mission. No Chargers.No Inquisition. Just you and me.”

Despite everything - despite all of his worries, his fears,his self-loathing - Delton smiled. Itwas, he was proud to say, a smile he actually meant. “So ah… what’s theoccasion?” Delton asked, letting out a small chuckle mostly to hide the way hisvoice broke a little as he spoke. Oh don’t go falling apart, he chided himself, blinking to clear his vision, pretending to admire the distant canopy so Bull wouldn’t notice.

Bull raised an eyebrow at that. “No occasion,” he saidsimply, then grunted as he lowered himself down onto the grass, legs spread,arms slightly back, propping him up. “Figured you might need this, though.”

Frowning slightly, Delton moved to sit at Bull’s side, thenchanged his mind, instead settling in the V shape made by the Qunari’s extended legs.Leaning back, he let out a content sigh, drinking in the peaceful sight of the clearing. “Oh yeah? Figured how, exactly? I thought I was a genius at hiding things.”

“Things you don’t want anyone to know, kadan,” Bullcorrected, leaning forward and shifting to wrap a lazy arm around Delton’storso. Delton felt a small smile tug at his lips.

“Oh, so I’ve been dropping clever hints, have I?”

“You’ve been tense,” Bull replied. He moved again, his large handsfinding Delton’s shoulders once more, powerful fingers working the musclesthere in slow, careful circles. “Have been for the past week. Maybe more.”

“Mmm…” Delton just hummed in reply, closing his eyes,content as a cat with a bowl of warm milk.

“You didn’t come to the tavern for a few days.”

“… Mmm?” Delton replied again, only this time he cocked hishead slightly as he melted into Bull’s touch.

“You also,” Bull continued, moving his way down Delton’sbiceps for a few presses before returning to his shoulders, “left the door toyour room unlocked. Never done that before. I always had to talk before you’dlet me in.”

“Well, you’re the only one who ever visits me every night,”Delton replied with a noncommittal shrug. “Figured you weren’t going to stab mein my sleep. Or let someone else do it.”

Bull chuckled. “You trust me that much, huh?”

“Sure,” Delton replied, eyes closed, a stupid smilespreading across his face. “Why wouldn’t I? I lov—”

He caught himself just in time, eyes snapping open insurprise as his traitorous lips suddenly froze mid-sentence. Without meaningto, he pulled away from Bull, sitting forward, shoulders stiffening, spine going rigidas though he had just been hit by an arrow. Bull had stopped his massage too, and for what felt like an eternity they both just sat there in a kind ofpetrified silence. No, Deltonthought, horrified at himself. No, no,no! Why did I say that? Idiot! Why did I have to go and—

“See? That’s why I brought you here again.”

Delton, still reeling, turned sharply to face Bull. He could feel the expression on his own face; a mixture of mortification and confusion. “What?” he demanded, the word soundingfar sharper than he meant it to. However, his tone didn’t seem to faze IronBull, who just smiled softly and reached out, running a curled finger down theside of Delton’s wide-eyed face.

“I love you too, kadan.” 

The words rolled off his tongue so easily that for a moment Delton felt like afool for how he had reacted to his own. Bull continued gently, that finger still moving, tracing the line of Delton’s jaw. “Couldn’t say it at thetavern – too crowded. Same thing out on the road with the Chargers orInquisition soldiers around. But here…”He glanced pointedly at the towering trees, the thick mottled canopy,the soft wisps of grass that reached up to tickle any of their exposed skin. “Thingsjust always feel right here, huh?”

There were no words Delton could say that could explain thewarmth that suddenly welled up in his chest. That tingling, face-flushingsensation that ran just beneath his skin like a current. It sent a smile to hislips, a spark to his eyes, a bounding rhythm to his heart. For a moment, he felt something he never had before.Something he had only ever heard about, but never really expected to experiencefor himself.

Acceptance. Complete acceptance. Forevery part of him. Even the parts he hated. Bull loved him. He’d said it as clear as the first birds of dawn. Despite only seconds having passed, Delton still found himself wondering if it had actually happened.

“Bull…” he finallybreathed, feeling that deep stiffness inside him suddenly melt away. No,release him, like ropes that had beentied too tightly over every inch of his body. He felt…

… he felt free.  

“You don’t need to say it back, Red,” Bull continued kindly, onceagain moving to wrap his arms around Delton’s torso, drawing him close to hischest. “That’s not the point. I wanted you to know where I stand. That’s all. If you’renot there, that’s fine with—”

There, sitting in Bull’s embrace, leaning against him, Deltonsaid it. Said it in its completion. Said it with no regrets. No shame. No fear.

Said it for the first time in his life.

“I love you too, Bull.”

[brightlycoloredteacups]

Back Alley Dust Up

Series: Run Into You: Tony Stark x OFC

Warnings: None for this chapter. 

Tagging: @tiyetiye, @salimahbicharara-comun @anunhealthydoseofangst 

AN: Whaaat? I updated a story? Go me! 

When your father had old drug dealers he owed money to, things got a little rough. The only problem is, Tina’s father didn’t owe money to drug dealers. Thomas Rogers had been as straight-laced as they came, to drinking, no drug use, no killing. If only he could see his daughter now. Tina shakes her head, she doesn’t want to think of him now, he was dead and gone. Good riddance in her opinion.

She knew that the men had targeted her because she seemed easy. She was scrawny, didn’t look intimidating at all. In other words, she looked like an easy target. Years ago, men like them would have known, almost instinctively, to stay away from her. She was a child of the streets, she’d seen shit, done worse.

           She had no clue as to what she should do. She knew what she wanted to do, however. To beat the ever-loving snot out of them. But that wasn’t her, not anymore. She wasn’t worried about getting hurt, growing up the way she had taught her more than a few things about self-defense. She was worried about causing an all-out gang war. The thugs targeting her were thinking of moving in. The mob, headed by a man named Valentino, would have that. If it all turned nasty, she would be responsible for it. Her options were to hopefully scare them off, or to move again. She really didn’t want to move, but she didn’t want to scare them into violence either. What if she scared them and they came back with people who were worse?

           Trying to figure out the correct approach had her so distracted, she hadn’t noticed the five men she was worried about follow her into the dead-end alley she managed to take a wrong turn into. When she turns, they were leering at her. “Well?” the Head Thug asks, she remembered his name being Jackson. “Do you have our money?” He has a bat in his left hand, he was tapping it idly against his leg. The others had various weapons with them as well, she noticed they weren’t carrying guns, a good sign so far.

“Look, I told you, I had nothing to do with my father and his drugs.” She explains, playing along. “And I don’t have any money. I’m living off charity.” Jackson snickered. “That’s unfortunate.” He says. “You know boss,” A goon speaks, his voice high pitched, squeaky. It irritated her. “She could pay it off in other ways.”

“Yeah boss, she looks real cute for street scum.” Another lackey pipes up. Tina resists the urge to roll her eyes, instead settling for an insult. “You know, it’s not my problem you guys are so ugly you can’t get girlfriends. Why take it out on me?” Jackson narrows his eyes, pointing his bat to her. “You know missy,” He says, taking a step closer, she stands her ground. “I don’t think I like your tone of voice.” Tina shrugs, “I don’t like your face, and yet here we are.” Jackson goes red. “Are you trying to get yourself killed?” He snarls, taking another step forward. Tina gives a noncommittal grunt.

           She could tell Jackson didn’t know what to make of it. He wasn’t used to being stood up to. Especially not by a woman. She didn’t blame the others for bowing to Jackson. Some people simply didn’t have it in them to resist, others were doing simply what it took to survive given the situation they were in. But that didn’t mean she had to take his crap. “You know, I think the amount of money your father owes us just doubled. Call it interest.” Jackson sneers. Tina frowns, coming to a few conclusions. It hadn’t occurred to her that maybe Jackson just picked her because she seemed weak. Making up some cock and bull story to threaten her into compliance. That would explain why they’d stuck to harassment instead of actually doing something.

           She kicked herself for not seeing that sooner. She had dealt with drug dealers before, they didn’t wait for you to pay up, they didn’t make a big show about wanting your money, you either had it in the allotted time frame they gave you, or they killed you. Jackson was playing with her. She felt a momentary wave of rage crash through her. She knew better than this. She had become too complacent after five years of relative peace. Now she needed to act.

           “You know what?” She said, pulling her hair back into a bun. “I’m tired of this bullshit.” She readied herself, putting her hands up. “I don’t owe you anything. So, I’m going to put an end to this right now.” The men around her chuckled. Jackson turned to them, pointing at her again with his bat. “Kitty’s got claws!” He said, guffawing. “Look at her, thinking she’s going to-” Tina didn’t wait, she clocked Jackson in the face, downing him with one hit. The others took a few long moments to react.

*

           Tina wasn’t the only one having a rough week. Tony and the team had been run through the gutter more times than he could count. Steve had gotten an anonymous tip that claimed they knew where Bucky Barnes was. The blond had been chasing lead after lead, wanting to find his long-lost friend. No one had said anything yet, with respects to Steve’s feelings on the matter, but a few of the Avengers, Tony included, were beginning to wonder if it all wasn’t a wild goose chase by some nut job that liked the attention.

           Currently Tony was working on the umpteenth lead. This one was mildly interesting; having run the moment he saw Stark. Technically he wasn’t running, he was motoring away from Tony, but the little motorcycle the bad guy was on wasn’t very fast. Tony, bored and frustrated, decided to simply play with the guy a little. Tony had been chasing the guy for about half an hour when he began to recognize the buildings around him.

           He was currently flying through Tina’s neighborhood. The thought of her seeing him in action thrilled him. He didn’t think she’d be too impressed with his heroics, but maybe they’d get the chance to talk. Since the convention, he’d been looking for her everywhere, expecting her to pop out of a random place at any moment. He got a faint suspicion she was trying to avoid him after the news story about the dating but decided that was just his ego talking. There was no way she was intentionally avoiding him. She was just going about her life as usual, and if they ran into each other, they ran into each other.

           Tony was getting ready to make his move when a body sailed out from an adjacent alley and slammed into the guy on the motorcycle. Tony stopped for a moment, wondering if Steve had somehow gotten caught up in trouble. The ‘cycle ran off into some trash cans, and Tina, not Steve stepped out of the dead-end alley.

           Tony took a moment to observe her. She was huffing, and a cut was on her face, it looked fresh, her lip was swelling, and her eye was darkening and swelling as well. “Martina?” He called. She looked up at him, surprise on her face. “Mr. Stark?” She said, smiling. “It’s good to see that you aren’t stuck.” He landed next to her, making sure his chest his puffed out to make himself seem bigger. “Are you alright?” He asked, moving a wisp of hair from her face, it seemed to him the most natural move in the world. He saw now that she was sweaty with exertion. A pile of men in black were behind her. She looked at them, frowning. “Nothing I couldn’t handle.” She said, waving it off. “How ‘bout you?” She nodded to the stunned man on the ground. “You alright? I didn’t mean to throw that other guy, but, you know, heat of the moment and all that.”

           Tony waves motorcycle guy off. “Just following a lead.”

“Lead to what?” Tina asks, walking over to the guy she threw and kicking his shoe, trying to wake him. “Lead to Bucky Barnes.” Tina looks at him, eyes sharp. He didn’t know why he told her that, he shouldn’t have, but it was out of the bag now. “Do you know where he is?” She asks, kicking the guys shoe again. “No, to be honest I think the person who tipped us off is just messing around.”

“Wake up!” She yells. The guy jerks awake. “D-Don’t hit me!” He says, scrambling backwards. “Don’t hit me you fucking demon!”

“I’m not going to hit you unless you come at me again.” Tina informed him. The man backed all the way across the street, Tina following him slowly. He stops when a wall meets his back. Tony looks on in mild interest when Tina crouches in front of the man. “Here’s what’s going to happen.” She explains, making sure to look him in his eye. They man refuses to return the gaze, looking wildly about him. “You’re going to take your group of thugs elsewhere. If you come back here-”

“Oh shit, that’s Iron Man!” The man says, scrambling to his feet. He turns to run but Tina got him by his shirt collar and turned him to face her. When he continued to struggle, she picked him up by the front of his shirt and held him against the wall. “Don’t worry about him,” She said, calmly. Tony got the feeling she’d threatened people before. “Worry about me. I’m the one that will kill you if you piss me off enough” The man instantly stops struggling. He began to whimper a little, tears streaming down his face. “Pay attention very carefully.” The man nodded to show he was paying attention. “You are going to take your group and you are going to leave this neighborhood. If someone so much as hints that you’re back, I will personally bust your face so hard you’ll be sipping through a straw for the rest of your miserable life, do I make myself clear?”

           The man looks at Tony, who was slightly amused, and very impressed. “Iron Man isn’t going to help you, douchebag.” She said, setting him down but not letting go of his shirt. The others were rising behind him. Hopefully they didn’t try anything. “And he sure as hell isn’t going to stop me from pummeling you people into the ground. So, get your shit, and get out. You have four hours to relocate.” She let the man go. There was silence for a moment as everyone looked around to assess the situation. They all broke into a run at once.

The man Tony had been pursuing showed no signs of life. So, he simply picks the man up and throws him over a shoulder. “You know,” Tony says. “You should think about getting a job in security. People could really use someone like you.”

“Don’t like Guns.” Tina told him, crossing her arms. She looked him over. Like he figured, she wasn’t entirely impressed, but then again, he hadn’t done anything impressive. “Keep the bike.” He said, motioning to the motorcycle. “What if it’s stolen?” she points out. “It’s not, I looked it up. Not even registered. Keep it, sell it, don’t care.” She smirks walking over to it. “Have a good day Mr. Stark.” She calls, wrenching it from the trash heap. “You too Martina.” He turned and flew off to Steve. Tina didn’t turn to watch him go.

*

           When Tina gets back to her apartment building, she stashes the bike in the garage. There was only Mrs. Burbank’s old Chevy in there. It didn’t work, and Tina didn’t plan on using the bike anytime soon. She doubted Mrs. Burbank would mind. She trudged up the stairs, not knowing what she felt more, ashamed that she let herself go for so long, or frustrated that she had taken so long to beat those thugs down. They had been ordinary men, she should’ve taken them out in seconds.

           She stops at her door, wondering if she should warn James. She decided she should. She hammers on his door. He opened it quickly. Taking one look he ushered her in. “Was it those thugs?” He asks. “I’ll kill them.” He claims, grabbing some ice. “The Avengers are looking for you.” She tells him, effectively stopped him in his tracks. He looks at her for a long moment. “I met Iron Man when he was chasing some guy around. They have no idea where you are, but they are looking for you, I just thought you should know.”

“How long have you known?” He asks, handing her ice wrapped in a towel. She takes it from him placing it near her eye, the flesh too tender for direct application. “Since I first saw you.” She admits. “I had to more than a few reports on Captain America and the Howling Commandos in American History and Government.” She left out the part where she had been invited to speak on the behalf of Captain America at events that honored him. She hadn’t done it in a while, and she didn’t think it was important. “You didn’t tell them where I was?” He asks. “No. Did you want me to?”

“No!” it came out harsh, quick. He closes his eyes, gathering himself. “No.” He sits next to her on the couch. “Look, as far as I’m concerned, your secret is safe with me. You’re obviously running from something. Having the Avengers on your tail can only complicate things. Besides, who else am I going to watch the Young and the Restless with?” He smiles at her, thanking her silently. For now, it seemed all was right with the world.

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Chapters: 19/27 Fandom: Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: The Iron Bull (Dragon Age)/Original Female Character(s), Cremisius "Krem" Aclassi & Original Female Character(s) Characters: Mira Foret, The Iron Bull (Dragon Age), Cremisius "Krem" Aclassi, The Bull's Chargers, Original Orlesian Character(s), Original Dalish Character(s) (Dragon Age), Leliana Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Modern Girl in Thedas, pre-Inquistion, Eye Trauma, oc is a healer, OC is a Polyglot, Obligatory Sad Backstory, Canon Trans Character, Found Family, Blood and Gore, Open Relationships, Friends With Benefits, Explicit Consent, Contraceptives, Semi-Public Sex, Size Difference, Service Top Bull, soft domming, Aftercare, Just Because Bull is a Masochist Doesn't Mean He's a Sadist, Merc Life Ain't Easy, Minor Character Death, The healer has the bloodiest hands, Dubious Spycraft, Unplanned Pregnancy, Miscarriage, Ambiguous/Open Ending, part one of a series, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Please Heed Them; Parts of This Are Graphic, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat Series: Part 1 of Driftwood Summary:

Mira Foret has always drifted. No place is home, no one is family.

Until the Iron Bull.

 NSFW will be marked with **. Beta'd by Iron_Angel. Updates on Monday.

Chapter 19 - Slip of the Tongue**

“In here,” he said, waving one hand around to encompass the tent, “you can call me anything you like.  Out there...?”

“Out there I wouldn't dream of undermining your authority with your own men,” she interrupted sharply.  “I'm not stupid.  They bet on us enough as it is.”

He scoffed lightly and scratched his jaw.  “Yeah, I should probably put a stop to that.”

“Or give them something else to think about.”

“Eh, it's winter.”

It was her turn to chuckle.  “Was that almost an admission of not wanting to stand around in the cold watching them drill?  You getting old on me, Bull?  What are you now, thirty?”

“Thirty one, and still plenty quick enough to catch you if you want to be a brat.”

“Thought you wanted to go to the marketplace.”  Mira grinned into the rim of her mug as she drank the rest.

She caught the gleam in his eye just before he launched himself from his chair.

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sera and sunny + ib and eph

4:22 PM - iron bull is my precious son: my sister: after playing video games where you drive, i realized i became a worse driver because i keep thinking i can do all the twisty stuff and can hurt pedestrians 4:22 PM - iron bull is my precious son: thats sera tbh 4:23 PM - X-Reyes: everyone has slowly stopped letting her drive if they all go out 4:23 PM - iron bull is my precious son: t b h 4:23 PM - iron bull is my precious son: im sure they are really afraid shed do a hit and run 4:23 PM - X-Reyes: they are! 4:24 PM - X-Reyes: even with eph in the backseat like, 'sera i might be off duty but i'm still a cop' 4:24 PM - iron bull is my precious son: sera's like bc ur a cop and u have to drive boringly, im giving u excitement 4:24 PM - iron bull is my precious son: then she gets a ticket and ephs co worker is like 4:24 PM - iron bull is my precious son: bro 4:24 PM - iron bull is my precious son: what r u doing back there 4:24 PM - X-Reyes: eph is the SAFEST driver 4:25 PM - X-Reyes: he just has his head in his hands like 'i'm sorry' 4:25 PM - iron bull is my precious son: i feel so bad for eph bc IDK HOW HE DIDNT LOSE HIS JOB BEING AROUND SERA 4:26 PM - X-Reyes: bc he's the only one that can reign her in really 4:27 PM - X-Reyes: like so sera gets caught running a red light but at least she wasn't speeding 4:27 PM - iron bull is my precious son: id be surprised if she didnt get like 3 tickets trying to drive to a  7/11 to get a slushie tbh 4:28 PM - X-Reyes: eph's on duty one night and catches sera speeding to like a walgreens or a corner store 4:28 PM - X-Reyes: and he pulls her over ofc and he's like 'what now' 4:28 PM - X-Reyes: 'sunny's sick and i'm getting her medicine.' 4:28 PM - X-Reyes: and eph is just like :||||| 'get in the car' and he turns on the lights and they speed to the store and back 4:29 PM - iron bull is my precious son: IM CRYING 4:30 PM - iron bull is my precious son: i love their relationship so much tbh????? 4:30 PM - X-Reyes: team gay 4:30 PM - iron bull is my precious son: team gay!!!!!!!!!!!! 4:30 PM - X-Reyes: i just imagine bull and sera are excellent wingmen for each other at bars and try to see how many people they can win over in one night 4:32 PM - iron bull is my precious son: so tru, no one knows how the two most chaotic people met but there sera and bull are 4:33 PM - X-Reyes: eph's just glad bull doesn't get into too much trouble 4:33 PM - X-Reyes: that doesn't mean he doesn't egg sera on 4:33 PM - X-Reyes: but only having to keep an eye on one person makes his job easier 4:34 PM - X-Reyes: (and bull keeps her in check sometimes. barely, but sometimes. the last time she tried to burn a building down, it didn't go so well) 4:34 PM - iron bull is my precious son: i cry 4:34 PM - iron bull is my precious son: sera's like fuck u authority fuck u rich people but bull is like rich people suck but at least im getting paaaaaaaaaaaaaid 4:34 PM - iron bull is my precious son: so bull tries to calm sera down 4:35 PM - iron bull is my precious son: i'm hashtag sorry but i still ship eph and bull deep in my heart 4:35 PM - X-Reyes: 'i don't think ephraim's boss will appreciate you doing that' 4:35 PM - X-Reyes: 'effie can handle mr. tight pants' 4:35 PM - X-Reyes: 'not after what you tried to pull earlier this week.' 4:35 PM - X-Reyes: 'shit.' 4:36 PM - X-Reyes: i'll probably do another ephraim run where i romance bull. maybe. 4:36 PM - X-Reyes: see if i can deal with his romance 4:36 PM - iron bull is my precious son: ;) 4:36 PM - iron bull is my precious son: ;) 4:36 PM - iron bull is my precious son: ;) 4:36 PM - iron bull is my precious son: ;) 4:36 PM - iron bull is my precious son: ;) 4:36 PM - iron bull is my precious son: ;) 4:37 PM - iron bull is my precious son: it's cute i h8 the kinky shit but his romance esp with male inquisitors makes me go :D 4:37 PM - iron bull is my precious son: it's cuuuuuuuute i ship it 4:37 PM - X-Reyes: lol 4:37 PM - X-Reyes: just 4:37 PM - X-Reyes: sunny: iron bull? 4:37 PM - X-Reyes: and eph ducks his head and blushes and sunny just ruffles his hair 4:37 PM - iron bull is my precious son: C U T E HOW DARE U 4:38 PM - iron bull is my precious son: sunny teases her bro all the time lbr 4:38 PM - X-Reyes: she's def the more teasing between the two of them 4:38 PM - iron bull is my precious son: ok but come on. ephs face during th escene where the adivsors come in????? HOW IS THAT NOT ADORABLE 4:38 PM - iron bull is my precious son: i love those lil scene im cryin 4:38 PM - X-Reyes: that's my fave scene ngl 4:39 PM - iron bull is my precious son: SUCH A GOOD 4:39 PM - X-Reyes: eph is so vanilla tho idk how he'd feel about bdsm 4:39 PM - X-Reyes: it'd take him a bit to be okay with it 4:39 PM - iron bull is my precious son: vanilla eph 4:39 PM - iron bull is my precious son: thats 2 cute 4:39 PM - iron bull is my precious son: eph is really cute he's my son 4:39 PM - X-Reyes: lmao 4:40 PM - X-Reyes: cassandra goes to sunny later like 'so your brother and iron bull' 4:40 PM - X-Reyes: sunny: 'ah. i told them to lock the door next time.' 4:40 PM - iron bull is my precious son: /SUNNY/ 4:40 PM - iron bull is my precious son: it 4:41 PM - X-Reyes: sunny @ eph: am i going to have to make you a charm that locks all of your doors whenever you take your clothes off? 4:41 PM - X-Reyes: and eph is /morified/ 4:41 PM - X-Reyes: mortified* 4:41 PM - iron bull is my precious son: it's always sunny in skyhold 4:41 PM - iron bull is my precious son: i just love the facct how easy eph gets embarassed 4:41 PM - iron bull is my precious son: it's so cute??????? 4:41 PM - X-Reyes: it runs in the family 4:41 PM - X-Reyes: eph gets her back 4:41 PM - iron bull is my precious son: theres something super endearing abt eph/bull i cant get over it 4:41 PM - iron bull is my precious son: 8))))) 4:41 PM - iron bull is my precious son: well i mean 4:41 PM - iron bull is my precious son: sunny gets herself back 4:41 PM - iron bull is my precious son: she's fucking solas 4:41 PM - X-Reyes: lmfao 4:41 PM - iron bull is my precious son: thats enough embarassment, 4:42 PM - X-Reyes: just. if sunny's with cullen, and cullen walks in on bull/eph 4:42 PM - X-Reyes: or. if sunny has a crush on cullen and eph knows 4:42 PM - X-Reyes: and eph goes up to his sister (after she teases him) and he's like 4:42 PM - X-Reyes: 'cullen /did/ say there's nothing wrong with having a bit of fun' 4:42 PM - X-Reyes: 'you're terrible.' 4:43 PM - iron bull is my precious son: SIBLINGS 4:43 PM - iron bull is my precious son: this kind fo stuff makes me smile so big idk why 4:43 PM - X-Reyes: it's all so cute and fluffy 4:44 PM - iron bull is my precious son: i still cant believe bull is an actual kinkster 4:44 PM - iron bull is my precious son: sometime si forget bc i dont actively think of my faves sex lives 4:44 PM - iron bull is my precious son: but g e e z  e 4:45 PM - iron bull is my precious son: a fucking kinkster 4:45 PM - iron bull is my precious son: my son 4:45 PM - X-Reyes: lol 4:45 PM - X-Reyes: your son turning your other son into a kinkster 4:45 PM - iron bull is my precious son: all my faves are kinksters im happy 4:45 PM - X-Reyes: i can't believe 4:46 PM - iron bull is my precious son: im rewatching bulls romance and he si just 4:46 PM - iron bull is my precious son: so head over heels i love it 4:46 PM - iron bull is my precious son: he legit gets giggly 4:46 PM - iron bull is my precious son: /iron bull/ 4:46 PM - iron bull is my precious son: p l e a s e 4:47 PM - X-Reyes: lmao 4:47 PM - X-Reyes: how does that dragon tooth scene work out 4:47 PM - iron bull is my precious son: https://youtu.be/EQCekHf036o?t=9m40s 4:48 PM - X-Reyes: eph: sunny take me dragon hunting 4:49 PM - X-Reyes: sun: excuse me? 4:50 PM - iron bull is my precious son: im just saying bull is head over heels in luv with eph and thats the cutest i cry abt it all the time 4:50 PM - iron bull is my precious son: his romance minus the sex is just? too cute? 4:50 PM - X-Reyes: why do you ALWAYS do this to me 4:50 PM - iron bull is my precious son: he's so in love i cry all the time 4:50 PM - iron bull is my precious son: <3 4:50 PM - X-Reyes: amna: x is so in love with [sibling] 4:50 PM - X-Reyes: me: oh no 4:51 PM - iron bull is my precious son: HA 4:51 PM - iron bull is my precious son: but it's TRUE?? 4:51 PM - iron bull is my precious son: ok first how can they not love those kids 4:51 PM - iron bull is my precious son: but also look at bull's face and body language like come on!!!!!! he's always like <:) and legit giggle 4:51 PM - iron bull is my precious son: s 4:51 PM - iron bull is my precious son: that dude is in love 4:51 PM - X-Reyes: sunny and eph literally grew up with no one loving them but each other and now they've got so much 4:52 PM - iron bull is my precious son: they just had to find the right ppl <3333 4:52 PM - X-Reyes: an odd twist of fate 4:52 PM - iron bull is my precious son: and the no matter how far apart comes to play here 4:52 PM - iron bull is my precious son: dun dun dun 4:52 PM - iron bull is my precious son: odd twist for sure 4:52 PM - iron bull is my precious son: look @ who's in their beds 4:52 PM - X-Reyes: mama trevelyan hates it but oh well~ 4:53 PM - iron bull is my precious son: i will fight their mother 4:54 PM - iron bull is my precious son: https://youtu.be/EQCekHf036o?t=16m27s 4:54 PM - iron bull is my precious son: i cry all the time 4:54 PM - X-Reyes: i can't get over ib's voice i'm sorry 4:55 PM - iron bull is my precious son: LOOK 4:55 PM - iron bull is my precious son: sometimes i like it 4:55 PM - iron bull is my precious son: most of the time i loathe it 4:55 PM - iron bull is my precious son: but its my son! 4:55 PM - X-Reyes: lmao 4:56 PM - X-Reyes: i still can't get over cullen in that scene 4:56 PM - X-Reyes: 'do you see this?' '(covering face) no' 4:57 PM - iron bull is my precious son: cullen 'totally straight' rutherford 4:57 PM - iron bull is my precious son: cullen is me @ kinksters 4:57 PM - X-Reyes: eph totally teases sunny over it 100%

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Three Fandoms:

1.       Supergirl

2.       Dragon Age

3.       Power Rangers

The First Character You Loved:

1.       Kara Danvers ofc

2.       Leliana

3.       Billy Cranston

The Character You Never Expected To Love So Much:

1.       Leslie Willis and Imra Ardeen

2.       Iron Bull

3.      Zack Taylor

The Character You Relate To The Most:

1.       Alex Danvers

2.       Shale and Cole

3.       Billy Cranston

The Character You’d Slap:

1.       Maxwell Lord and General Lane

2.      Cullen Rutherford and Meredith Stannard

3.       The cheerleaders that fucked with Kim’s locker alksfhggfs

Three Favorite Characters (in order of preference):

1.       Kara Danvers, Alex Danvers, Cat Grant

2.       Leliana, Merril, Varric Tethras

3.       Billy Cranston, Trini, Zack Taylor

A Character You Liked At First, But Don’t Anymore:

1.       James Olsen (bc bad writing ruined this Truly Good Man) and Lena Luthor (come for me if you must I actually do love her but she’s kinda ruined for me at the moment)

2.       Cullen Rutherford

3.       There really isn’t anyone I don’t like tbh

A Character You Didn’t Like At First But Do Now:

1.       Sam Arias

2.       Anders

3.       I’ve liked all of them from the beginning lmao

Three OTPs:

1.       Kara x Happiness and Supercat (Kara Danvers x Cat Grant)

2.       Warden x Leliana and Hawke x Merril

3.       Pink Lemonade (Trini x Kim) and Cranscott (Billy x Jason)

@ocean-quing @goopheart @randomthingsthatilike123 @motorcyclegirlfriends @karlenatrash @sunlian @jazzfordshire @dhaskoi @ugliersteak @unicyclehippo

[tilltheendwilliwrite]

Canadian Girl

Chapter Eight

Previous Chapter

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC  |  Word Count: 1441 Warnings: Angry Steve, Yelling, Swearing

Tony looked around at the utter destruction. Not much was left of the people Hydra had sent for the Doctor, but smoking remains and scorch marks. “Impressive.”

Jonas stared at him for a full ten seconds before his temper exploded. “Impressive?! You would think so, wouldn’t you! You and your fancy suit with your fortune built on destruction. You stand there and call this impressive after watching what using her power did to my daughter? You son of a bitch! Get the fuck off my ranch!”

Tony’s suit was already closing out the cold by the time Jonas Jones finished his rant. “Her power is impressive! But it’s even more impressive that she’s remained unregistered. That you both have.”

“Try all, buddy!” Matt snarled, stepping off the porch followed by Henry and Jesse.

“Boys, go inside. This doesn’t need to concern you,” Jonas said to his sons.

“If it concerns Kennedy, it concerns us,” Jesse stated, stopping on his father’s left. “We won’t let you destroy everything she’s worked so hard to build.”

“That’s right. We protect our own.” Henry looked to the jet that was landing in the yard, the one Cap had come in on behind it.  

Tony glanced that way as well. Out of the back came Bucky, Natasha, Vision, Wanda, and Sam. All walked cautiously towards them, taking in the blackened snow and occasional body part.

“Jeez, Tony. What did you do?” Natasha asked. “Our com’s cut out a few minutes after you left, but we weren’t that far behind you!”

“Wasn’t me. It appears the Doc was hiding a really big secret.” Tony waved his hand at the men before him.

“Can you blame her?” Jonas snapped. “Look at what she’s been forced to do to protect us! If anyone knew she had this kind of power do you think they would leave her alone? No! They would have come, for her a long time ago, and she would be dying a little more every damn day they made her do this somewhere else, to someone else! It nearly killed her when she was nine, and she accidentally hurt her cousin. Drove her so deep into depression we almost lost her! I will not subject my daughter to that ever again.”

“If she’s this damn strong she needs training!” Tony barked back. “She’s a loaded gun waiting to go off!” And yes, he realized the irony of that statement.

“She is trained!” Matt shouted. “When she was little she could set off a gun just being near it. Now she can handle them, fire them, clean them, no problem! The only reason she reacted to you is that she’s terrified of you and all the shit you pulled with the Accords!”

“What?” Tony stiffened in surprise.

He’d always known she wasn’t his biggest fan. She’d made that quite clear when she continued to turn down every job he’d ever offered her, and every opportunity that came with ties to his name. It was why he’d finally tricked her into coming on board. The woman was a damn genius when it came to anything and everything related to biology or chemical compounds found in the body. If anyone was going to solve the mystery of the serum, it was her, a theory which had proved correct.

“Do you have any idea what it was like when this registration system got implemented?” Jonas sneered, looking at the line of so-called Avengers, settling on Wanda. “You do. I know you do.” Her eyes fell away, and Jonas turned his attention back to him. “We’ve always been careful to keep what we can do a secret. Never made a big deal of it. Danny was the exception having been on the receiving end of Kennedy’s power. We brushed it off as a misfire, an accident, and we’d thought he’d been fine, forgiven her for it. Clearly, we were wrong.”

“Not your fault, Dad,” Matt said.

“Beside the point,” Jonas huffed. “We had a neighbour that registered when your stupid accords went through. He was a big man, beyond strong. We all kind of just knew he was an inhuman, but no one said anything. The man was stronger than a bull during breeding season, but he was a good man, a fair man. A man always willing to help his neighbour. He registered and a week later the bank called in every debt he had. They up and took his farm. No reason. Just called in every note.”

“He lost everything. Overnight he went from liked and respected to hated and feared because you decided that he had to be on some list somewhere that labelled him as a dangerous inhuman. And do you know where he is now? Do you, Stark?” Jesse snarled.

“Clearly you want to tell me, so do it,” Tony waved a hand, telling them to get on with it.

“He hung himself in what was once his barn. He’s buried in Flander’s Cemetery if you’d like to pay your respects. After all, you’re the reason he’s dead.” Jonas stated.

****

“That’s enough!” Steve snapped, striding out the door, stopping once he stood between both lines. “Enough!” Slamming his arm down, he sank his shield into the frozen ground, angry beyond words. “We all know the Accords have their issues, good points and bad, and we’re working on it, but you can’t fault Tony for doing what he thought was right after Sokovia. Sokovia was a mess! A shit storm! And you four weren’t there! You didn’t see it. We did. We lived it.” He looked hard at all four men. “And you can’t blame Stark for the prejudice of the people in your country. Did he personally go to each and every one of those people and tell them to fear your neighbour? No. So get off his back!”

“Thanks, Cap.”

Tony’s voice was smug, and he turned on the man in the Iron suit. “And you! The woman I’m in love with is so goddamned terrified of what you will do to her now that you know she can do this, she nearly blew you up! She’s so scared that she wouldn’t even consider working for Stark Enterprises until you tricked her into it, and then she stayed, hiding with her head down, not living because she was trying to skate beneath your radar and still do some good.” He’d read between the lines, all the things she hadn’t said, but Steve knew he was right in those assumptions. “She solved the mystery of the serum in three years! Something no one has been able to do in seventy, and you almost missed out on her because you’ve been too damn stubborn to see that forcing people to your will, forcing them to out themselves, is no better than what the fucking Nazi’s did!”

“Steven?”

His head whipped around to stare at the woman on the porch.

Kennedy flinched. “Please stop yelling.”

She stood on the top step in shorts and a tank top, shivering in the cold, her left cheek a blackened mess with bandages wrapped around her shoulder and down both thighs. “Kennedy?” he gasped, “Do you need a doctor?”

“I am a doctor, Steven.”

He arrived swiftly in front of her, big hands hovering, afraid to touch, only to have Kennedy glance up at him.

“Why don’t you have everyone come inside. We can talk like civilized people.” Her eyes drifted to Tony in his Iron suit. She forced a smile. “I promise I won’t blow anyone up.”

“I make no such claims,” Jonas grumbled.

“Dad, you can’t blow up a balloon let alone a bullet. Stop being a bully.” She glared at her father and then her brothers. “Everyone is going to be nice, right, boys?” They all glowered at her, and she glowered right back. “Mark and Jesse need to check on their families, so get your asses in the house. Right now!” she bellowed. Her brothers scrambled to obey, but not her father.

“You go on. I’ll take care of… things and be in shortly.”

Steve didn’t take his eyes off Kennedy, watching as her face paled further. He knew, though, there was no way Jonas would leave the carnage for his daughter to see every time she stepped out the door. Her eyes started to drift back to the blackened snow, and Steve stepped into her on the porch. “Inside, Kennedy. You’ll freeze dressed like that out here.”

Emerald eyes snapped up to his. She snorted out a strained laugh. “I keep telling you, Steven. This isn’t cold.” Flicking her wrist, she rolled her eyes and headed inside.

Next Chapter

[fiadhaisteach]

Things I’ve Read(ish) This Week* - 2021.11.06

A little something different this week; because I was/am too sick to focus on anthing, I didn’t read anthing new (including chapters, 'cause I didn't want to risk missing any of y'all's awesomeness). Instead I only read my favorite bits & pieces of several stories; sometimes a paragraph before I was distracted (or had to take my glasses off), sometimes a chapter (or two), and so etimes skipping around willy-nilly.

So... a short list of the chapter updates I managed and then a few of the stories I was skipping about because I know them so well, it didn't matter if I was hopscotching through them. (A few may be missing because my brain is still a bit fuzzy).

Subscription Updates

A Singular Shadow by AntlersandFangs - {Solas/MGiT, Cullen/MGiT, Solas & Cullen} (Ch. 64)

Wicked Things, What a Wicked Game to Play by Cracking Lamb (@crackinglamb) - Solas/MGiT (Ch. 57)

Unwritten by UnrealRomance - Solas/MGiT (Ch. 232-233)

Dissonant Verses, Dread Wolf Guide Us by Alexis_Trvlyn (@itsalexistrvlyn) - Solas/F!Lavellan (Ch. 16)

Soladaar Drabbles by Shaykai (@shaykai) - Solas/M!Adaar (Ch. 4)

The Sound of Steel on Stone, Lost Elf by lavellan22 - Solas/F!Lavellan (Ch. 8)

Fade Objects, Object-oriented Fadeology by KeeperSpock (@outragedvulcan) - Solas/F!Lavellan (Ch. 11)

Bloodied & Broken World State, Bloodied and Broken, Rogasha'ghi'lan (The Brave Guide) by youworeblue (@dreadfutures) - Solas/F!Lavellan (Ch. 16)

» side note - multiple chapters may mean multiple updates; or might just be me refreshing my memory, reorienting myself in the story, or rereading some for fun.

Favorite Story Fractured Fairy Tales ReReads

These are just copy/pasta'd from my spreadsheet, so complete works (and some HSE WIPs) will have word cunts & current WIPs (and some HSE WIPs) will have a "fill in the blank" chapter slot. When part of a series, I may, or may not, have touched multiple works, but this is TIRTW easy mode. 😊

Tales of the Fade Walker by Rawrzimon (@rawrzimon) - Solas/MGiT, Iron Bull/F!Trevelyan (Ch. )

Til It Squeaks: A Modern Girl's Take on Thedas, Twist by CrackingLamb (@crackinglamb) - Solas/MGiT - 197,291 words - complete

The DA Alternate Universe Chronicles, For Goodness Bakes by RogueLioness (@roguelioness) - Solas/F!Lavellan - 65,619 words - complete

No Longer A Game by Here_To_Be (@nolongeragameart) - Solas/MGiT - 347,357 words - complete

Becoming Boone, The Unwritten End by SolainRhyo (@solain-rhyo) - Solas/F!Trevelyan - 142,396 words - complete

The Voice of a God by Solverne (@solverne-02) - Solas/F!Lavellan - 32,586 words - HSE WIP

Iwyn Lavellan & Solas: Timetravel AU, ⚜️Temporal Arrangements, ⚜️Temporal Arrangements: Flip POV by Viking_woman (@thevikingwoman) - Solas/F!Lavellan - 29,836 words - each work complete

Keeping Secrets by ElvenSemi (@elvensemi) - Solas/OFC - 593,636 words - HSE WIP

Diary of a Dislocated Knife-ear, Dislocated Souls: Skyhold by LonelyAgain (@thereallonelyagain) - Solas/MGiT, OFC/ OMC (Ch. )

Lies upon Lies by theHidden1 (@the-hidden-1) - Solas/MGiT - 80,819 words - HSE WIP

A Singular Shadow by AntlersandFangs - {Solas/MGiT, Cullen/MGiT, Solas & Cullen} (Ch. )

Companion Anise Lavellan, Savior of the Damned by salexectria (@salexectria) - Solas/F!Lavellan (Ch. )

I Have Found a Home (Ian x Solas), ⚜️You Are Dalish, Are You Not?, ⚜️The Wound is Where the Light Enters You, ⚜️You Brought the Colours Out, ⚜️The Perfect Song At Imperfect Times, ⚜️First Kiss, ⚜️Was it Only a Kiss?, ⚜️Dreaming in Colour, ⚜️Sleeping Together, ⚜️A Name That Fits, ⚜️What Colour is Love?, ⚜️Should I Learn to Kiss and Talk?, ⚜️That Mercy you to others show, show that Mercy to me, ⚜️And My Heart Cannot Be, ⚜️I Cannot Come In (Unless You Dream of Me), ⚜️Naked, Vulnerable, but Completely Content, ⚜️Apodyopis, ⚜️Honey Dust, ⚜️Romantic Firsts, ⚜️Solas & Ian Drabbles, ⚜️Who Am I in Your Arms?, ⚜️The Slightest Ones by theharellan (@theharellan) & TheBraveHobbit (@theshirallen) - Solas/NB!Lavellan – 57,065 words - each work complete (except Drabbles)

Piece by Piece by apfelgranate (@notenoughdragons) - Solas/F!Adaar - 6,299 words - complete

To Start Anew by ZeeTaoHime (@rivainisomniari) - Solas/OFC (Ch. )

I Come To You With Nothing, ⚜️I Come To You With Nothing, ⚜️Love, Burning Bright, ⚜️Companions by CommonEvilMastermind (@commonevilmastermind) - Solas/F!Lavellan - 14,755 words - each work complete

Virtually Faded Universe, ⚜️Protection, ⚜️The Black Devil, ⚜️Virtual Friends, ⚜️Virtually Faded, ⚜️Virtually Torn, ⚜️Virtually Separated, ⚜️Virtually After, ⚜️A Faded Companion°, ⚜️Virtually Unspoken§ by AntlersandFangs (@thededfa) & Celtic_Lass (@thecelticlass) - Glorfindel/OFC, OMC /OFC, Solas/MGiT, Cassandra/MBiT, Thranduil/MGiME - 857,784 words - complete       ° side stories, alt PoVs, & art       § extended scenes for us smut lovers

A Man's Word is His Bond by howlsmovinglibrary (@ashatarsylnin) - Zevran/F!Surana - 35,128 words - complete

A Whole New World by RogueLioness (@roguelioness) - Solas/MGiT (Ch. )

Looking Glass, ⚜️Looking Glass, ⚜️Little Sacrifices, ⚜️Pride's Point of View, ⚜️Looking Glass Tumblr Prompts️ by (@feynites) - Pride/F!Lavellan, past Solas/F!Lavellan - 337,757 words - HSE WIP

The Lioness and the Wolf, The Lioness and the Wolf by Arden (@shift-shaping) - Solas/F!Surana - 155,775 words - complete

pressure point by 17734 - Solas/F!Lavellan (Ch. )

An Elvhen Revolution: Freedom Will Sing by Spade_Storm - Fen'Harel|Solas/MGIT - 33,687 words - HSE WIP

Veilfire Library, That Kind of Lonely by Wootensmith (@wootensmith) - Solas/F!Lavellan - 358,270 words - complete

Prompts and AUs, Marked for Death by oxygenforthewicked (@oxygenforthewicked) - Solas/F!Lavellan - 11,211 words - complete

Isii Lavellan (Non-Canon AUs), ⚜️Tranquility, ⚜️Tranquility: Bonus Material by geekyjez (@geeky-jez) - Solas/F!Lavellan - 128,155 words - complete

There was a lot less reading than this might look like. 😲😆😍

*TIRTW & can recommend (previous weeks & TIRTW Key/Legend)

[harpaax]

Tell me a lil more bout your inquisitor? I'd love to hear about him~

I’m so bad at these things but like, okay-

Hektor Lavellan is my main inquisitor, and I can’t seem to move on from him hah. He’s a Dalish elf through and through, and is very proud of his roots. He was wary of the humans when he first joined the Inquisition, and to an extent, still is. But they slowly gained his trust, and after they helped save his clan from an attack? He realised how that okay yeah, he was viewing them too harshly.

But the issue was that he didn’t want the Anchor. He didn’t want to be there, he wanted to go home, where he was safe and he knew what was happening - that was in his control.

Everyday was a struggle, and the expectations of what everyone had of him, this idolisation, the uncertainty - he couldn’t handle it. He may be sarcastic and a jerk, but that was basically his defence mechanisms kicking in. But he opened up to those close to him, and their faith and love for him helped him get by. And he’ll forever be grateful for that.

He’s an archer, and loves Dorian and the Iron Bull dearly (dear game, this could have been so), but nobody can beat his adoration for Cassandra - despite their rocky start, he developed a deep respect and admiration for her, and will always make sure that his bff is safe.

and ofc some screenshots of him (some are from like.. 2014/15, god): [x] [x] [x] [x] [x]