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A Post-Loveater Fic
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Chat Noir's legs dangled off the rooftop as he stared starry-eyed at the pink and orange Parisian skyline. Heâd watched the sunset hundreds of times, but tonightâs was more beautiful than ever before. Heâd been spending more and more time with Kagami as Adrien. There were fewer patrols due to Hawkmothâs mysterious absence. The Mayor removed Chloe from classes a few days ago, so the atmosphere in class had even been more pleasant. For the first time - ever, really - he was happy as Adrien Agreste and Chat Noir.
Light footsteps landed on the rooftop beside him; he didnât need to look up to know that it was Ladybug. Even though he was growing closer to Kagami, he was still glad to see her. He still recognized her footsteps. He just wasnât overwhelmed by his emotions anymore.
âLadybug!â Chat called out without looking away from the view. âHow did your patrol go?â
There was a pause, a few seconds of silence. Chat looked up at Ladybug and saw she was smiling, but it looked forced; he couldnât quite place the expression.
âLadybug?â
âChat Noir.â
Chat stood up, alarmed. Since when did she call him âChat Noir?â
âWhatâs wrong -â
âChat. I need to talk to you.â
Her solemn, almost melancholy tone made his adrenaline shoot up. It was darker now, the sun had almost completely set, and it made her tense smiled that much more ominous.
He swallowed, grateful she couldn't hear his heartbeat quicken as he put on a fake smile.
âYeah, of course, Ladybug. Whatâs going on?â
âIâŚâ Ladybug started, suddenly taking great interest in the gravel between them. She took a deep breath, eyes not leaving the ground. âYou were right,â she finally said, chuckling dryly. âI was jealous of Ryuuko.â
Chat blinked, surprised. Was she talking about when the three of them took out Loveater? That was almost a week ago; he honestly forgot heâd said that.
âWhat?â
âI was jealous of her,â she repeated. âI - the boy I âŚâ she trailed off, still not meeting Chatâs eyes.
Chat stepped towards her in concern. He wasn't sure if he'd meant to hug her or make her look at him, but heâd never seen her so unsettled. It wasn't like Ladybug to hesitate like this.
âThe boy I was in love with, heâs dating her. And the same day, youâre flirting with her and I just - I was jealous that sheâd had both him and you.â Ladybug finally looked up at him, saying something like Kagami was her friend, but he wasnât listening anymore. The boy I was in love with is dating Kagami.
He was dating Kagami.
âLadybug wait,â Chat exclaimed, interrupting her mid-sentence. âThe boy - was his name A-â
âI have a boyfriend.â
Ladybug held his gaze then, holding eye contact. He was sure that he looked like he was hit by a truck because that was definitely how he felt.
âWhat -â
âYeah, uh, a few days ago I just⌠couldnât deal with this anymore. You trying to make me jealous, fighting Hawkmoth and Mayura, protecting Paris, my civilian responsibilities, and I broke down. And he was there,â Ladybug continued, a genuine smile on her face.
âHe was there for me,â she repeated. âNot Ladybug, not Lady Noire, me. The civilian me. He doesnât have any interest in Ladybug at all, actually,â she added with a laugh. âYou arenât even interested in me.â
A flash of anger and hurt surged through Chat. How dare she say that when heâs loved her since the day they met?
âYou donât know that, Ladybug, if you would have just told me who you were -â
âYou love Ladybug,â she responded, raising her voice higher than his. She didnât yell, and it made him a little ashamed heâd raised his voice first. âYou would have only been with me because you knew the civilian me was Ladybug. I deserve better than that, Chat Noir. I want to be with someone I can be myself with because they want me, not Ladybug.â
Thatâs not fair, a small voice in his head piped up.
âI would have loved whoever you were under the mask, Ladybug. No matter what. I loved you because youâre the one under the mask, not because youâre Ladybug. If Iâd met you without the mask, I would have loved you, I know I would.â
At that, she shook her head and smiled at him sadly.
âI know you wouldnât choose me over Ladybug, Chat Noir. You had the chance to, and you didnât. And itâs fine, good even!â she added, sadness disappearing. âWeâre both moving on with our lives now."
She was smiling ever so sweetly as if she hadn't just turned his world upside down. He couldn't even think of the words to begin to describe how he was feeling. Something ominous threatened to push its way out, but he clenched his teeth and said nothing.
"You donât have to call me âmy Ladyâ anymore, Chat Noir. I hope we can still protect Paris together, as partners. Youâre still my friend, and I will always have your back.â
He should be happy to hear this, he should smile and say heâs glad, and of course, theyâre still partners, and then he should go home and text Kagami and yet -
If she was in love with the boy dating Kagami then -
âWhy are you only telling me this now, Ladybug? If you had said something sooner we - we wouldnât have to have this talk.â
Then she sighed, and she sounded so tired.
"I... We're not dating... yet," she added sharply when Chat's head shot up. "I wanted to clear this up with you first. You're someone I care about a lot Chat, even if we're not together."
She looked at him, waiting for him to respond or agree with her, but he couldn't. His shoulders tensed and his jaw clenched and he remained silent.
Ladybug's shoulders dropped as she continued talking.
âYou could be right. But my duty as Ladybug is to protect this city from Hawkmoth and retrieve the missing Miraculouses. Iâm hoping that your sense of duty will be what fuels you from now on as well.â
She watched him expectantly again, waiting for a response. He knew what he should be saying, knew what she wanted him to say, but he didnât trust what would come out of his mouth.
"Yeah," he mumbled roughly. "Me too."
He could feel resentment creeping up and he knew that Ladybug did not deserve it. Before he knew it, he was walking back to his perch on the edge of the roof.
With a sigh, he heard her footsteps again and knew sheâd left.
The sun had completely set a while ago and it was cold and dark. The deep blue Parisian skyline was nowhere near as inviting as it was ten minutes ago.
With a sigh, he stood up and made his way home. It was late and for the first time in days, he had to pretend everything was fine.
#miraculous ladybug#ml spoilers#ml loveater#i really love what loveater did with the character stuff#particularly uhh luka loving and supporting marinette#didnt care for the chloe bitsss#anyway tho ill probably start pt 2 uhhhh tomorrowwwwww?#or like next month for that writer challenge thing so uhhh#enjoooooooy
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fanfic end of the year asks
since itâs december, i thought iâd make a little end of the year ask meme for fanfic writers and readers! reblog and ask away
favorite fic you wrote this year
least favorite fic you wrote this year
favorite line/scene you wrote this year
total number of words you wrote this year
most popular fic this year
least popular fic this year
longest completed fic you wrote this year
shortest completed fic you wrote this year
longest wip of the year
shortest wip of the year
fandom you enjoyed writing for the most this year
favorite character to write about this year
favorite writing song/artist/album of this year
a fic you didnât expect to write
something you learned this year
fic(s) you completed this year
fics youâll continue next year
current number of wips
any new fics to start next year
number of comments you havenât read
most memorable comment/review
events you participated in this year
fics you wanted to write but didnât
favorite fic you read this year
a fic you read this year you would recommend everyone read
number of favorites/bookmarks you made this year
favorite fanfic author of the year
longest fic you read this year
shortest fic you read this year
favorite fandom to read fic from this year
*feel free to specify fandoms or a fic depending on the question.
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fanfiction asks!
What made you start writing fanfic?Â
Which of your own fanfics have you reread the most?Â
Describe the differences between your first fanfic and your most recent fanfic.
Do you think your style has changed over time? How so?Â
Youâve posted a fic anonymously. How would someone be able to guess that youâd written it?Â
Name three stories you found easy to write.
Name three stories you found difficult to write.
Whatâs your ratio of hits to kudos?Â
What do your fic bookmarks say about you?Â
Whatâs a theme that keeps coming up in your writing?Â
What kind of relationships are you most interested in writing?
For E-rated fic, what are some things your characters keep doing?Â
Name three favorite characters to write.
Youâre applying for the fanfic writer of the year award. What five fanfics do you put in your portfolio?Â
Question of your choice!
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@tallmansionsâ tagged me to fill out this WIP meme sooooo here I go
Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you, or interests you and Iâll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it!!
1) Hot Mess AU - Where all my Hawkes meet their LIs through various ⌠non ideal situations. All stories are connected, though there isnât much mention of the other Hawkes in their individual story.
- HAnders - (DamienAmellxAnders)
- Hawkabela - (AmberHawkexIsabela)
- FenHawke - (AlexisHawkexFenris)
2) Denerim Uni AU -(MaharielxZevran)
3) Fake Dating AU - linked to the Uni AU - (SuranaxSten)
4) Gay High School AU - linked with the Uni AU (TabrisxLeliana)
5) Tribunal AU - (MaharielxZevran)
6) Ezekiel Amell - Origins story about Ezekiel, which would include - Minerva Surana, Damien Hawke, and a whole lot of different mini stories about them all. Would be very long. (AmellxMorrigan)
7) Cinderbela - Oneshot. (AmberHawkexIsabela)a8) Soulmates - Original story!Â
Iâll tag @sane-cat-lady and âŚ. anyone else whoâd like to do this
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prompts list :)
fluff/general
âhow much did you drink?â
��aw, youâre so cute.â
âwhat did you do?â
âi asked if you were having a party. i didnât tell you to have a party.â
âthis is the opposite of what i told you to do.â
âwell, itâs the thought that counts.â
âwait, no, donât take kissing away from me.â
âokay, where are all my jumpers?â
âoh, youâve started stealing my socks now?â
âyeah, okay, but iâm cooler.â
âyou owe me a kiss.â
âhow did you get in here?â
âfor starters, thatâs impossible.â
âhow did you fail a survey?â
âyeah, well, if you werenât so drunk maybe i would.â
âthatâs not even fair.â
âyou promised me a cookie!â
âdid i ever tell you how beautiful your eyes are?â
âew, that is so sappy, i might vomit.â
âiâm not playing truth or dare.â
âyouâre not very intimidating.â
âi love you.â
âwell the probability of that is 0, but you go ahead.â
âthat was, by far, the stupidest thing youâve ever done.â
âwhy donât you take a picture? itâll last longer.â
âmaybe not.â
âwhy the hell is there glitter everywhere?â
âwell, iâm pretty irresistible.â
âhow much money would you give me to flip this table, right here, right now, in the middle of class?â
âdetention? again?â
angst
âwhy donât you just go?â
âno, itâs not like that.â
âif you cared about me, you wouldnât do this.â
âit doesnât matter anymore.â
âwhatâs the point?â
âfuck you.â
âyou shouldâve said that yesterday.â
âdonât lie to me.â
âi swear, if you say another word, iâll leave.â
âchange in mind or change in heart?â
âitâs over, itâs done, just leave it be.â
âwhy do you keep bringing it up?â
âwe canât go back in time, so stop trying to reverse what you said.â
��you say youâll stop, but then you keep doing it!â
âmaybe in another world.â
âwhy are you like this?â
âstop making empty promises!â
âwhat about us?â
âdonât say that.â
âiâm done. weâre done.ââ
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The Handful and The Healer
Chapter 1: The Fateful EncounterÂ
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Anders checked the time. 5:03am. Time to check on his newest patient. His ID said Damien Amell, and he was rushed in with alcohol poisoning. Anders pumped his stomach and got him an IV and, after some pain killers, went to sleep. Anders hadnât had much time to talk to him, but on a Wednesday night, there werenât that many people who needed emergency care.
Anders picked up the clipboard on the end of Damienâs bed and examined his sleeping patient. Damienâs face scrunched and he groaned. He blinked, and his eyes opened and - wow. Grey eyes. Anders had never met anyone with grey eyes; the few born with it typically develop some pigment as a toddler.
Anders was snapped from his train of thought when Damien started coughing. Anders looked over and Damien was sitting upright, hand at his throat.
âSide effect of the stomach pumping, unfortunately,â Anders explained. âItâs going to be a little hard for you to talk for a while.â
âHeh, no kidding,â Damien said. His voice was raspy and hoarse, and it probably hurt to even say that, but he still had a weak smile.
âHow are you feeling? One word answers are fine,â Anders added quickly.
âHm. Better than yesterday,â Damien croaked. âYou sure did look surprised when you saw me wake up, doc. Was I that bad?â
âNo - And you can call me Anders. Youâre just awake earlier than I expected youâd be.â
Damienâs face broke out in a grin.
âHeh, thanks. This isnât my first rodeo, you know.â Then he coughed.
At that, Anders chuckled. His patient was resilient, heâll give him that much.
"So, was last night a special occasion?â Anders asked.
Damienâs head tilted in confusion. Andersâs brows furrowed. Maybe he should rephrase the question?
âYou know⌠the binge drinking?â Anders motioned to the hospital bed Damien was laying in.
Damien looked down at the bed and then realization struck.
âOh! Hah, no, just a regular Wednesday night,â Damien answered with a grin. âWhat, are you new here?â
Anders was completely baffled. How was he the one getting such a I-canât-believe-you-didnât-know-this look from someone binge drinking on a Wednesday night?
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#dragon age fanfic#wardenxanders#anders#dragon age 2#da2 fic#idk how to tag this#in da2 hes actually a Hawke#but like here ...... hes an Amell#oh well#hes not a mage guys#hes a warrior#reaver probably
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The Handful and The Healer
Chapter 1: The Fateful EncounterÂ
AO3
Anders checked the time. 5:03am. Time to check on his newest patient. His ID said Damien Amell, and he was rushed in with alcohol poisoning. Anders pumped his stomach and got him an IV and, after some pain killers, went to sleep. Anders hadn't had much time to talk to him, but on a Wednesday night, there weren't that many people who needed emergency care.
Anders picked up the clipboard on the end of Damien's bed and examined his sleeping patient. Damien's face scrunched and he groaned. He blinked, and his eyes opened and - wow. Grey eyes. Anders had never met anyone with grey eyes; the few born with it typically develop some pigment as a toddler.
Anders was snapped from his train of thought when Damien started coughing. Anders looked over and Damien was sitting upright, hand at his throat.
"Side effect of the stomach pumping, unfortunately," Anders explained. "It's going to be a little hard for you to talk for a while."
"Heh, no kidding," Damien said. His voice was raspy and hoarse, and it probably hurt to even say that, but he still had a weak smile.
"How are you feeling? One word answers are fine," Anders added quickly.
"Hm. Better than yesterday," Damien croaked. "You sure did look surprised when you saw me wake up, doc. Was I that bad?"
"No - And you can call me Anders. Youâre just awake earlier than I expected youâd be."
Damienâs face broke out in a grin.
"Heh, thanks. This isnât my first rodeo, you know.â Then he coughed.
At that, Anders chuckled. His patient was resilient, heâll give him that much.
"So, was last night a special occasion?" Anders asked.
Damien's head tilted in confusion. Anders's brows furrowed. Maybe he should rephrase the question?
"You know... the binge drinking?" Anders motioned to the hospital bed Damien was laying in.
Damien looked down at the bed and then realization struck.
"Oh! Hah, no, just a regular Wednesday night," Damien answered with a grin. "What, are you new here?"
Anders was completely baffled. How was he the one getting such a I-can't-believe-you-didn't-know-this look from someone binge drinking on a Wednesday night?
"I, uh ... I just transferred here last week from Fereldan. So yeah, I guess you can say I'm new."
Damien's face broke out in a grin. "Welcome to Kirkwall! You seem like a handsome, capable doctor. Why do you work at the smallest hospital in Low Town?"
Anders blinked. Was his patient ... hitting on him?
Damien's toothy grin really made Anders noticed his well-defined cheekbones, and his white teeth really shone next to his dark skin. Huh.
"Oh you know, the old story of med school debts, constant failure, and avoiding the problem. Kirkwall's Lowtown seemed a good place to start over."
Damien's expression darkened as he nodded solemnly. Like he understood where Anders was coming from.
"Where did you go to medical school?"
"Oh! Uh, I didn't. My older brother - he just graduated a few years ago."
"Does he work here?" Anders hadn't seen anyone who looked anything like Damien, but it's possible they just worked opposite shifts.
"Oh, no, he's one of those fancy doctors at that Amell Hospital in High Town," Damien responded casually. But also like he was surprised Anders didn't know that, either. "He's - oh, he's here."
Anders turned around and saw a tall man with shoulder length dreads making a beeline straight towards them. And he was tall. 6'4'' maybe? He probably towered over everyone. Broad shouldered, muscular - he was a doctor? That's insane -
Damien grunted as he threw his legs over the edge of his bed.
"Hey, you shouldn't be moving yet -"
"Damien!"
The man reached them and man, was he tall. And big. And looked incredibly haggard. Bags under his eyes, premature wrinkles. When was the last time this man slept?
The tired looking man pushed up the sleeves of his button up shirt as he pushed past Anders to examine his brother.
"Hey Zeke," Damien said as 'Zeke' turned his face back and forth.
"What's your temperature?," he asked, forgoing a greeting.
"Haven't had the chance to ask." Damien looked a little amused.
"Blood pressure? Last night's blood-alcohol content?"
"I'm pretty sure a doctor would know better than I would. Just ask Anders."
"Damien, please. At least call him 'Doctor'," 'Zeke' said, exasperated.
"Actually, I'm an EMT," Anders interrupted, finally finding his voice.
At that Zeke finally turned to him. It just dawned on him that he probably didn't even see him when he rushed to his brother. He looked him up and down, as if he was suddenly judging him.
"Hello Zeke," Anders began nervously. Damien's eyebrows raised. "I'm Anders. He doesn't have to call me 'doctor'," he added, hand stretched out. "Just my top notch, friendly bedside manner."
"He doesn't have to call you 'doctor'," Zeke agreed, rather coldly. "You aren't one. And it's Ezekiel."
Ouch. Anders lowered his hand.
"Hey, Zeke take it easy - " Damien hopped off the bed - well, less of a hop and more of a plop. He was almost as tall as his brother! And they both were taller than he was. Anders was already almost 6â -
"We're leaving, Damien.â
As Ezekiel strided past Anders, Anders thought of saying a goodbye - but then thought better of it when he caught a glimpse of Ezekielâs glower. Damien took two steps after Ezekiel and stopped in front of Anders.
âYeah ⌠He doesnât really like it when people call him âZekeâ. Sibling privilege, unfair, I know,â Damien mused, patting Andersâs shoulder. This close, Anders could see small, silver lines on his face, marking old scars.
Then Damien winked. âDonât worry, Anders, youâll be seeing plenty of me. So youâll be able to get to know Ezekiel better too! Works out for everyone.â
âHah. Not too often, I hope?â Anders asked. He wouldnât mind seeing those grey eyes outside the hospital.
Damien gasped, rather dramatically, and gripped his chest. âAnders! Donât tell me youâre already tired of me!â
Anders laughed, but before he could get a response out, Ezekiel called for his brother from down the hallway. Damien said his goodbyes and followed his brother out of the hospital. The pair got stares from nurses, doctors, patients - literally everyone they passed on the way out. Ezekiel was cold, but he very clearly dropped everything as soon as heâd heard about his brother. And his brother, Damien ⌠obviously a wild card. Anders felt like Damien walked away knowing more about him than the other way around. But, as extreme as he seemed, he still felt warm and friendly. What an interesting pair.
*~*~
A few hours later, Anders was finishing up his paperwork for the day in the hospital lab. He usually tried to stay out of the lab, but it was usually quieter there than anywhere else. And only doctors had offices. His eyes glanced over his patient list and his eyes caught the name Damien Amell. Why did âAmellâ sound so familiar?
âHey, Bethany,â Anders started. Bethany Hawke was a new intern, fresh out of med school, aspiring to be a doctor. Apparently, sheâd shown promise, as Chief of Medicine Orsino had pointed her out to Anders several times since heâs been at the hospital. Anders had to admit, Bethany was quick witted, completed all of her paperwork on time, and had excellent bedside manners. He hadnât heard a single negative thing about her, and sheâd been at this hospital for a few months now.
âYeah, Anders?â Bethanyâs voice rang up from the other side of the desk, behind a stack of papers. The lab wasnât huge; relatively small for the amount of work they had to get done there, but they had as much equipment as they could fit there. Bethany learned to work around it all pretty quickly, and became pretty adept at stacking what she needed very high.
âWhat do you know about the âAmellâ family?â
âAmell?â She popped her head out from behind the stack and looked over at him. Her dark brown curls bounced as she got up and walked over to him.
âTheyâre my cousins,â she stated plainly.
âWhat?â Anders scanned her hazel eyes, trying to see if she was bluffing - but no, people as good as Bethany didnât bluff.
âYeah, my momâs sister and her kids. Ezekiel, Damien, and Claire. Ooh, who did you meet?â She peeked over his shoulder at his paperwork.
âDamien Amell,â Anders answered for her. âAnd Ezekiel came to pick him up.â
âOh you met Damien and Zeke!â Bethany exclaimed. Apparently, âZekeâ was okay for siblings and cousins. Anders wondered if Damien knew. âYeah, Damien is here a lot. Itâs pretty much the only way to get Zeke to leave the hospital.â
âWhat hospital? Damien told me he was a doctor, but I donât remember which one.â
âAre you kidding?â Bethany looked him up and down, an incredulous tone in her voice. Why did everyone in this family do that to him? âEzekiel is the chief physician at the Amell Hospital. Itâs the biggest and oldest hospital in Kirkwall.â
Now that was something Anders should have known. Maker, the Amell Hospital was huge. And cutthroat. Anders would be lucky to even get an interview. And yet, he did not envy Ezekiel. Even being born into the family, maybe even especially, getting the Chief of Medicine position was not going to be easy. And he still dropped everything to pick up his brother on the other side of town?
âThatâs crazy,â Anders started, barely able to wrap his head around this new information. âWhy is Damien so ⌠out of control if heâs the son of the Revka Amell? How is he in and out of a rival hospital on a regular basis? Why is Ezekiel risking his position at the most prestigious hospital in the Free Marches to pick up his brother from a hospital? And why arenât you working at your cousinâs hospital?â
Bethany laughed, her brown skin wrinkling at her eyes. Even her laugh was light and airy.
âWell, Damien has already established with Auntie Rev that heâs not going to be a doctor, and sheâs already publicly disowned him. And I would barely call this place a ârival hospital.â Ezekiel spends almost every day of the week in the hospital, doing Auntie Revâs bidding so he can take over the hospital. So he can spare a day or two to spend with family. And me, I just like helping people. Amell Hospital doctors are a little too ⌠âout for themselvesâ for me. Except for Zeke, of course,â she added.
That gave Anders pause. That family was so complex, with so many different pieces to the puzzle. Oh, Maker. What had Anders learned?
âWhy all the questions, hm? Interested in one of them?â Bethany teased. And she didnât even sound malicious.
âHuh?â The question caught him off guard. Interested? In whom, exactly?
âHonestly, nearly everyone here wants to get Zeke, somehow.â Bethany seemed to shudder at the thought. âDonât feel bad about it, but youâd have a long line of doctors and nurses to get through to get to him.â Another laugh.
âNo, Iâm not interested in Ezekiel, I was just - curious. Thereâs so much more going on than Iâd thought.â
None of that was a lie, really. He just didnât feel like it was the whole truth for some reason. Not that it mattered; the work he had was more important that this dysfunctional family.
âThatâs fair. They are a bit of a mess.â She grinned a little sheepishly. âWell, Iâm gonna finish my lab work, unless you had more questions about my cousins?â
Anders chuckled. âNo, no. Sorry for taking up so much of your time.â
âNo worries!â
She returned to her side of the desk and disappeared behind the stack of papers. He decided to return to his paperwork, as well. Damien Amell. Huh. Well, heâd rather not gonna worry about it right now. If he runs into him again, heâll consider giving the Amells a second thought.
*~*~
Anders had about a week of normal, adrenaline rushing EMT work before Damien showed up again.
Over the weekend, the work picked up of course; bar fights, car accidents, self-repair mishaps. Nothing out of the ordinary for Kirkwall. Heâd spent a few days recuperating at home with his new kitten, Ser-Pounce-A-Lot, and tending to the herb garden heâd set up in his kitchen. He was renting a small apartment in Lowtown, the most reasonable space he could think of given his workplace and his salary, and there wasnât much room for greenery. However, modern inventions had created things like hanging pot racks and window sills, so Anders made do with what he had.
Then, Thursday night around 7:50pm, Anders was paged to go down to the ER to patch up a street market brawl patient. Apparently, the patient was jumped by four other men, all of whom were in surgery or getting stitches, but they just needed a few wounds sewed up. In hindsight, Anders felt like he really shouldnât have been as surprised as he was to see Damien in the hospital bed. And to see that he was chatting with an elven nurse he seemed to know really well.
âYou really didnât need to involve yourself, you know,â she was saying as she wiped the blood off his face.
Damien winced. âThey were giving Isabela a hard time! And they were drunk at like, 5 in the afternoon!â
The nurse - Anders recognized her as Velanna Ilshae - shook her head. âIt was seven in the evening -â Damien protested. âAnd Isabela can handle herself. You and Carver got too involved.â
Damien looked fake appalled. âAnd what kind of gentleman would I be if I allowed a lady to be verbally accosted on my watch?â
Velanna stared at him for a few seconds and then smacked his nose.
âHey!â Damien rubbed his nose and turned to see Anders at his bed. âAnders!â Damien grinned at him, then winced - Anders could tell that probably wasnât the best idea. There were cuts on his cheeks, near his jawline - likely from multiple rings - and bruises up and down his arms. Whoever heâd fought against had to have been shorter than him. But realistically, who wasnât? Anders wouldnât be surprised if he had a fractured rib, honestly.
âHello again, Damien.â Anders couldnât help but smile just a little.
âAnders, please talk to Nurse Ilshae about her bedside manners. She just assaulted a bedridden patient!â
Velanna and Anders made eye contact and her expression completely gave off the idea that she would not care about what he had to say about that. Better to leave it alone.
âI can take it from here, Velanna,â he said instead.
She nodded and put the gauze down. Damien waved goodbye as she went to check on another patient.
âSo is this a typical Thursday night?â Anders asked as he settled in Velannaâs spot. Those cuts were going to need cleaning and stitches.
âHah!â Damien laughed, quite cheerfully actually, and then winced again. âOw! Uh, no. While I do like to keep things interesting, this was more of a night out with friends after work.â
âThatâs not very reassuring.â Anders finished cleaning Damienâs face and picked up the butterfly stitches.
Ander would have to get up close and personal to fix up Damienâs face. Time to put that top notch bedside manner to work.
âSo, I met your cousin Bethany last week. Well, Iâd met her before but I didnât know she was your cousin. Your families are pretty well established here.â
Damien nodded instead of responding. He was either not good with needles or he knew the routine when someone is sticking his face back together. Probably both.
As Anders finished, he saw Damienâs hand reach up towards his face. Anders suddenly understood how Velanna got comfortable with smacking him.
âDonât touch.â
Damienâs hand lowered quickly and Anders moved to stitch up the other side.
âBut, you wouldnât know how well established you and Bethany are just by looking at you. Youâre both incredibly humble.â
Damien stifled a chuckle. Anders finished the other cheek and wiped the remaining blood off his patients face.
âSo, where do you work?â
âThe Bone Pit Construction Company,â Damien responded with a grin.
âThe - The old mining facility?â
âHah, yeah, crazy name right? Apparently, it decided to go into construction,â Damien explained. âThe owner just didnât feel like changing the name, I guess?â
âHuh. Well, Iâm not too confident about you working in a construction zone with your injuries. I can write you a doctorâs note to get out of work for a few days.â
Damien shook his head. âNo, donât worry about it. I own the place, so I pretty much just bark orders.â
âArenât you a little young to own a construction company?â
Anders knew from his ID that he was only 24. Two years younger than Anders and yet so much taller.
âYouâre telling me. But, you do a few favors for the owner, clean up some messes, uncover a few murder mysteries, and suddenly they just want nothing to do with the place. So itâs mine now, I guess.â Damien shrugged, then grabbed his side.
That didnât sound right to Anders, but he didnât know enough business ownership laws to argue.
âSure. Alright take a deep breath for me.â
Anders put his stethoscope on and listened to Damienâs breathing. Nothing sounded out of the ordinary, though his heart rate was a little faster than normal.
âAre you feeling alright?â Anders asked.
âYeah? I mean, relatively speaking. Could be better, could be worse.â
Damien sounded pretty calm.
âItâs just, your heartbeat is a little fast.â
âOh! Uh, really? Thatâs, uh, strange, I feel fine. Hey, why were you using a needle earlier? Youâre an EMT right? I thought they couldnât do anything that breaks the skin.â
Was he changing the subject? Anders really didnât know him well enough to tell if this was him being embarrassed or nervous or if he was just like that.
âDonât tell me I make you nervous, Damien,â Anders teased. âThis is a small hospital and since all of our doctors are taking care of their patients or the men you beat up, I can bend the rules a little.â
âHm, you should have seen Carver,â Damien said. âHe got away without a scratch. Heâs Bethanyâs twin, by the way.â Andersâs brows shot up. âYeah, I figured you didnât know.â Damien grinned yet again.
âAre there any other family members I should know about?â Anders couldnât keep the exasperation out of his voice, but Maker, did Damien have a lot of relatives.
Damien laughed heartily - and then groaned in pain. Yeah, probably a bruised rib. âUh, letâs see - Zeke, me, and Claire. And Bethany and Carver have two older sisters, Amber and Alexis. But uh, yeah, thatâs it, Iâm pretty sure. Do you not have siblings?â
Anders was taken aback by the question. It wasnât out of line or anything, but Damienâs voice suddenly carried interest and concern. It was unexpected.
âNo, Iâm, uh, an only child. My parents passed away about a year ago. Itâs actually why I was gone for a while.â
âOh - And I kept making jokes. Sorry - well, sorry for your loss.â
Damienâs voice dropped a little and he looked so concerned and why was Anders even telling him this?
âDonât worry about it. We werenât that close. They werenât too fond of me after I dropped out of med school.â
There was also the whole, preferred-sleeping-with-men thing, but Anders didnât feel compelled to share that with this near stranger. But then Damien nodded like he understood.
âYeah thatâll make someoneâs parents disown them if they arenât too careful.â
âSpeaking from experience?â Anders asked.
âNo, not uh, mine. Zeke went through a lot with Revka.â
âRevka.â Not âmom.â
âWell, I do not envy Ezekielâs position.â Anders picked up Damienâs patient clipboard and started writing. âYou seem fine, other than needing stitches, and your rib is likely just bruised. Nothingâs been punctured or broken, but you should still get some anti-inflammatory medication and keep your side iced for a few days. You should be fine. Also, hereâs a doctorâs note anyway,â Anders added, handing him the paper. âYou know, just in case youâd like to take a few days from your highly exciting lifestyle.â
Damien chuckled. âThanks, Anders. Iâll definitely consider that.â
âSo is your brother picking you up? I figured heâd show by now.â
If Anders didnât know any better, he would have sworn Damienâs face fell for the briefest moment.
âWho knows. Maybe they told him it was just a fist fight and I wasnât dying this time,â he responded casually.
âThat would make sense -â
âNevermind, there he is.â
Damien motioned behind Anders and there was Ezekiel, striding down the hallway to them. Again, Ezekiel pushed past Anders to get to Damien. Anders was convinced he was invisible or something.
âHey, Zeke.â Damien wore a sheepish grin. âWhat took so long? We were scared youâd forgotten about me.â
Ezekiel frowned but didnât dignify that with a response.
âAre you alright?â The older brother was eyeing the stitches on his brotherâs cheeks. Maker, Anders didnât want to know what heâd say if Ezekiel learned he did it and not a certified doctor.
âYeah Iâm fine. Carver is too,â Damien added.
Ezekielâs teeth clenched. âCarver was with you? Is he here - Is he hurt?â
âNo, no, bro, relax. Carver didnât get a scratch on him. He dropped me off at the hospital and then took Isabela home.â Damien placed his hands on his brothers shoulders in an attempt to calm him down. It looked like that worked.
âIsabela was there too? What, did someone âverbally accostâ her again?â
Damien laughed and grabbed his side. âAaah. Ow. Yeah. Those men are also here, if you were interested in knowing that.â
Ezekiel paused for a second. He seemed to be considering if he cared? Maybe? âI wasnât. Who did your stitches?â
Damien pointed behind Ezekiel at Anders. âAnders the EMT.â Damien grinned.
Ezekiel turned and looked at Anders for the first time. Yeah, he was definitely invisible to this giant. Ezekiel looked almost the same as last week; bags under his eyes like he hadnât had a good nightâs rest in years, a few lines on his face, and - sunken cheeks? Was he getting enough to eat? The clothes were different, at least. White, purple, and grey plaid button up with black slacks.
âAnders.â
âHello, Ezekiel.â Anders didnât want to risk saying more than that after last weekâs interaction.
Ezekiel and Damien exchanged a meaningful look and then Ezekiel sighed and turned back to Anders.
âThe stitches look - good. Like they wonât get infected.â
Damien groaned loudly and Anders held back a laugh. He had to assume that was Ezekielâs version of a compliment.
âUh, thank you. I do my best with what we have. Itâs not Amell quality resources, but we get by.â Anders smiled.
Ezekiel frowned and Damien grimaced and - Did Anders say something wrong?
âRight. We should get going, Damien.â Â
Ezekiel walked by Anders down the hallway.
Damien got off the bed with that same grimace and stood next to Anders.
âYou werenât wrong, but you shouldnât have said it. Zekeâs actually convinced Revka to donate supplies to Kirkwallâs hospitals twice a year. So some of this stuff is Amell quality.â
Anders could have kicked himself. Of course that sounded bitter.
âCan you tell him -â
âYouâre sorry you said something so hurtful in your ignorance and hope to make it up to him?â
Anders suppressed a frown. âThe first bit is more accurate.â
âHeh, alright. I can pass that along. Take care, Anders.â
Damien patted Andersâs shoulder and caught up with his brother, saying something about grabbing dinner before going home.
Just like last time, heads turned as they made their way out the building. Anders was impressed, just like last time, but he was starting to understand why. Sure, Ezekiel was definitely a catch, but Damien had his own charms. He was quick witted and funny and could take a punch, apparently. Actually, a great deal of pain, as many times heâs been in the hospital.
Anders called a nurse to clean what was left of Damienâs blood and moved on to the next patient.
*~*~
Anders strode through the hallway to the break room as quickly as he could. Doctors and nurses flitted about, rushing from one room to another, administering flu shots and changing bandages. It was a Tuesday afternoon and there were a lot of people in the ER with flu symptoms. Some just had stab wounds (this was Lowtown) but more than the usual were sick. Heâd already been working since 10am and it was already 3pm. And he was starving. If he could just make it to the break room heâd be in the clear -
âAnders!â
Makerâs balls.
Anders stopped and turned to see Velanna flagging him down.
âHey, I need you to take over a patient in the clinic for me.â
âWhy, Velanna?â
âBecause itâs time for my shift to be over.â Velanna crossed her arms, daring him to challenge her.
âVelanna, Iâve been here since 10 and I havenât eaten -â
âAnders, Iâve been here since last night and I was called in to help with the sudden wave of sick people and I had to cancel a date with a handsome man to stay here.â
Anders glared at her and her superior smirk and gave up. It wasnât his first full shift without eating and probably wouldnât be his last.
âFine. Whatever.â
âThank you so much, Anders,â Velanna said sarcastically. She patted his arm once as they passed each other. He groaned in response and headed to the clinic.
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Anders grabbed the clipboard in front of the door and knocked. This patient was diagnosed with a bruised rib and needed a follow up, but they werenât sick, at least. He heard a voice confirm his entry and opened the door.
âHey Anders!â
Anders looked up at the cheerful voice and there was Damien, leaning back on his elbows in the bed. His red shirt was torn just above his bicep and was tucked into his black jeans. Damien sat up as Anders crossed the room to him.
âOf course itâs you.â Anders sighed.
âOh - yeah, sorry, itâs just me,â Damien responded despondently. âDidnât really mean to bug you again -â
âNo, no. No. Sorry Damien,â Anders cut him off. âIâm glad to see you - especially since itâs not in the ER.â
âYeah, just a follow up, doc.â Damien seemed to be proud of that.
âIâm just really tired and starving and Velanna fed me some story about having to cancel a date with some guy and I just realized it was all a ploy to get me here -â
âShe told you she cancelled a date with a guy?â Damien asked, incredulous. âShe has a girlfriend, Anders. They hang out with Bethany and Claire sometimes. Iâve even seen them go on double dates with Carver and Merrill. Her name is Sigrun, I think?â
Anders pinched the bridge of nose in frustration. Velanna lied to get him in room with Damien. Why?
âRight. Of course. Just to mess with me Iâm sure.â
âNo! No, thatâs not why - uh, look Anders I donât wanna impose but -â
âYes, right, your ribcage. Let me check you out.â Anders approached Damien and poked Damienâs ribcage and he jumped a little, but no groaning, no wincing.
âYour ribs are okay?â
Damien nodded and Anders examined his face - thin, dark lines replaced the red ones from a week ago. Damienâs arms werenât bruised anymore either.
âYouâre all healed up. This is literally the first time Iâve seen you uninjured. Why are you here then?â
âRight, yeah, hang on.â
Anders took a step back as Damien got off the bed and picked up a bag from the floor. He pulled out a small container of pasta, a smaller container filled with - maybe meat? - and a third full of red sauce.
Damien couldnât be doing what Anders thought he was doingâŚ. Could he?
âI donât want you to feel like this is a bribe, or anything - I just made dinner last night and I figured you would need something to eat or whatever. I wanted to give this to you whether or not you said yes - Also I wasnât sure if you ate meat? And I didnât want to assume, so thereâs vegetarian red sauce and some chicken -â
Damien went on and on with increasing nervousness and Anders just couldnât wrap his head around this. Damien asked Velanna to get Anders into the clinic so Damien could bring him food and - what else?
âDamien, Damien,â Anders interrupted him. Damien stopped talking almost immediately. âWhat are you trying to say?â
âThat, uh, this is your lunch that I made whether or not you say âyes.â I mean - if you want it.â Damien extended the containers to Anders.
âOkay. Thank you, Damien,â Anders started, as he took the containers. âSay yes to what?â
âI was hoping that, maybe on your next off day or something, maybe you and I can ⌠you know ⌠go out to dinner? Or, like, lunch or a movie or something.â
Anders blinked. He went through all of this to ask him out?
âAnd if you donât want to itâs fine! Iâll leave and you wonât have to see me again.â Damien paused. âWell, you will see me again, âcause Iâm here a lot, but not like, in a âpotentially romanticâ situation -â
âDamien. Youâre rambling.â Anders couldnât hold back a grin. When was the last time he was asked out on a date? Couldnât even remember the last time he asked someone else. Maker, was he being courted? He suddenly felt nervous.
âMhm.â Damien stopped talking again.
âIâd be glad to go on a date with you. One thing though; itâll just be you and me, right? No family members?â
Damienâs eyebrows shot up in surprise and then he laughed. âYeah, yeah. Just you and me. No family.â
âThen Iâll let you know when Iâm free.â Anders smiled up at Damien and might have even thought he was blushing. Maker, he was too old to blush.
âThatâs - Awesome! Great! Canât wait!â Damien leaned in towards Anders, like he was going for a hug but then decided not to. âIâll, uh see you around!â
Damien grabbed the bag and his jacket and bounded out the door. Anders looked over the stack of containers heâd gotten. How could anyone be so sweet?
And then he realized he didnât have Damienâs number. So sweet and so impulsive. Anders supposed he could get Damienâs number from Velanna or Bethany -
Then he saw black writing on the largest container:
My brotherâs number: (xxx) xxx-xxxx -Ezekiel
#dragon age 2#anders#anders x m!warden#male amell#Damien Amell#Ezekiel Amell#Velanna#Bethany Hawke#this is like 16 pages#i wrote it in two days#i think my writing is better when i get it all out at once??#and i dont overthink things???#anyway i guess#this is officially my#Hot Mess AU#i saw a list and scrolled through it and didnt actually read it#but i glimpsed at this#and Damien is a hot mess(TM)#so here we are#anyway .........................#enjoy
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3 and 11 for Zevran/Allura and fluffy OTP q's!
Ask and you shall receive!!!Â
3. Who kisses the inside of their partnerâs palm before reassuring them everything is going to be okay?
Zevran! Coming from a small nomadic tribe where EVERYBODY knew EVERYONEâS business, Allura isnât big on PDA. Sometimes, tho, she might cradle his face in her hands or caress his cheek, and heâll pull her palm to his lips for a kiss. She always draws her hand back (if theyâre in public) but secretly likes it so does it again later anyway.
11. Who brings the blanket to wrap them both up in it?
If theyâre already comfortable laying on each other, theyâre not gonna get up and interrupt that for a blanket. No, theyâd just be each otherâs blankets. During winter though, Zevran will always complain that itâs cold, so Allura will bring a blanket with her before they cuddle or sit next to each other.Â
#thanks Mer!!!#zevran arainai#allura mahariel#oc asks#zevranxf!mahariel#id imagine allura would start by just turning on a heater (in a modern au)#but shed get hot and im 100% sure zev is the lay-all-over-his-lover-with-wild-abandon type#so instead shell just grab a plush blanket beforehand#an easy compromise and she gets to cuddle with zev more soooo#two birds one stone#tallmansions
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Otp Questions - Fluffy
Who kisses the other on the nose and the one receiving the kiss blushes?
Who sits on their partnerâs lap as they wrap their arms around their partners neck?
Who kisses the inside of their partnerâs palm before reassuring them everything is going to be okay?
Who initiates the forehead touch�
Where do they first say âI love youâ?
Who wraps their arms around their partner who is cooking?
Who breaks out the first aid kit when the other gets a paper cut?
Who cuddles up to the other on the couch?
How do they hold each other when their partner asks to be held?
Who picks up the other fireman style in a playful way?
Who brings the blanket to wrap them both up in it?
Who falls asleep on who? What is their reaction when the other falls sleep on them?
Who likes to be held and who likes to hold?
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man i sure do wish i would have made this mass effect fic now instead of three years ago. back then i didnt know so many things, one of the main things being that bioware canon sucks and you should definitely forget about the majority of it while writing fanfiction
i just logged into AO3 on a comp for the first time in forever (at least 378 days, apparently) and saw a message telling me Iâm a good writer and they enjoyed what Ive written so far ;;;; i may cry omg
#merc chat#writer junk#okay one of the things .... thane being dead??? no#mordin being dead???? maybe actually its really angsty and makes for good prompts but also??? no#having to choose kaiden or ashley??? again maybe for the angst but also??? no#ashley being straight??? hell tf no#my shepard being straight??? no. i know i can just fix that but also no#what else..........#ANDERSON BEING DEAD?? NO#although it is a BIG PLOT POINT for this fic unfortunately#also this is unrelated to my rant but Cerberus not putting in a control chip for Shepard??? feels like a cop out for the writers tbh#thatd be a cool plot line towards like the end of me2#oh man back to my rant tho but my shepard and Jack??? particularly the shep for this fic??? would have been great#cuz Jack finds her....#also Jack not being bi is so fucking dumb lmao shes not straight in my story#maybe she'll date Ashley hehehe#unfortunately i do have to stick with the deaths and all that ive already established in this fic but everything else????? no#fuck you bioware sexuality canon#this is my game now
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you people... you people really do like your Shakarian fics. my actual story is like... 3 years old ......... and like .... i posted ch 3 at like 3 or 4am (5 or 6 hours ago) and in that time Iâve gotten a new comment, three new kudos, and like 20 new views. it probably isnt a lot but?? in 6 hours?? i feel like thats a lot.
i just logged into AO3 on a comp for the first time in forever (at least 378 days, apparently) and saw a message telling me Iâm a good writer and they enjoyed what Ive written so far ;;;; i may cry omg
#merc chat#writer junk#it just now occurred to me this kinda ranting should go on my writing blog lmao ....#otherwise whats the point ...#my bad personal blog followers#although lbr my blog has always had like#my creative junk
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A quick JulianxApprentice fic based on that one post.Â
Moira sat on the hospital bed, waiting for their doctor. The room was small, with random medical posters on the wall. One described the most effective way to wash oneâs hands, another had the human skeleton with the bones labelled. Typical doctor posters, they thought.
Their idle thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.
âMoira?â The voice on the other side of the door was low and somewhat slow, almost like a drawl. âMay I come in?â
âCome on in,â they responded, eyes now watching the door.
A man in a lab coat walked in. His hair was short and red, with an asymmetrical cut. Was that a typical doctor-approved hairstyle? But even more interesting was his face - well, in an objective kind of way, they meant! Most doctors donât walk around with an eye patch, or purple eyeshadow, or - maybe a rouge blush? Moira wasnât sure if doctors were allowed to wear make up, but if they werenât glad no one stopped this one -
âMoira? Did you hear me?â
His voice broke their trance. He must have been talking since he walked in, because he already had his gloves and stethoscope on. They did their best to hide their blush but couldnât stop themselves from breaking eye contact and pushing their long black hair behind their ear.
âSorry, I got - I wasnât paying attention. What did you say?â
The doctor chuckled. âMy name is Julian Devorak, and I will be your physician today. If you can take off your jacket, I can start the check up.â
âOh! Of course.â
Moira mentally kicked themselves for spacing out so hard as they took off their jacket. Theyâre just here as Doctor Devorakâs patient, thereâs no reason to get their hopes up. Moira held in a sigh as they turned back towards the doctor. Who seemed to be staring at them this time.
âDoctor?â
âAh, right.â Julian approached them, and started the check up. They probably just imagined the slight flush of his cheeks when he turned towards them. Which was fair; they were getting their hopes up. So they just tried to not react when his breath brushed against their cheek as he examined their ear, or when they had to maintain eye contact when he flashed that light into their eyes, or when his fingers gripped their arm while he took their blood pressure. Heâd tried to make idle small talk, but they couldnât really focus on conversation while his green eye watched them so intently.
But then, he put the stethoscope in his ears and pulled up a stool to the bed.
âAlright, Moira, Iâm going to take a deep breath.â
They nodded, not trusting their voice right now, and took a deep breath as the flat end of the stethoscope reached their chest. Almost immediately after, Julianâs eyebrows shot up.
âHm,â he murmured absentmindedly as he continued to listen. The stethoscope dropped to their rib cage, then he stood up to move to their back and asked them to take another deep breath. Then he âhmâ-ed again.
âWhat is it?â Moira couldnât contain their curiosity any longer.
Julian sat back on the stool and took the stethoscope out of his ears.
âNothing,â he began, watching them closely. âYour heartbeat is just ⌠faster than average.â
Then he made eye contact and they blushed and he smirked. He smirked and they knew that he knew and heâs probably known since he walked in and they were staring at him and - god were they embarrassed.
âIâm uh - Iâm sorry I donât know what to do about it -â
Julianâs laughter cut them off. âDonât worry about it, Moira. No harm done.â
He wrote something on a piece of paper and handed it to them.
âYour temperature was a little high, but other than that you seem healthy. Take this and get the medicine, and come back in a few days. I just want to completely sure youâre fine.â
He smiled - and for some reason Moira missed his smirk - and helped them off the bed. They thanked him as they left the room and could already hear their roommate Asra laughing about this.
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Moira got home and told Asra about Doctor Devorak and they were right about exactly how hard he would laugh. He practically doubled over with laughter when they told him how Julian knew why their heart was beating so fast, and Moira was mortified but there was nothing they could do now.
âOh Asra, shush! Iâm embarrassed enough.â They were flushed out of annoyance but really, they walked into this by telling him.
Asra finally stopped laughing long enough to wipe the tears from his eyes and pat his friendâs shoulders.
âMoira, donât be embarrassed. I think he likes you. You should flirt back.â
âWhat!,â Moira exclaimed, appalled. Julian was their doctor, how could they ever go back if they flirt with him and he doesnât actually like them? For all they knew, every other patient he had flirted with him, and they didnât want to add to that. It probably sucked.
âYou should do it. Iâm positive it will work out.â Asraâs eyes seemed to dance in amusement. He was truly enjoying this.
âWhy are you so sure? Donât you know that if he rejects me I could literally be bleeding out and I would not go back to that hospital.â
At that, Asra chuckled. âTrust me. He sounds just likeâŚ. An old friend I used to have. Just, next time you see him, flirt back.â
Asra winked, and seemed all knowing in that moment. That relieved Moira just a little. Maybe ⌠they would flirt back.
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A few days later, Moira was back at the hospital, under Julianâs gaze - under Julianâs care yet again. Theyâd taken the medicine from earlier and was now awaiting Julianâs opinion on their health.
Julian had the stethoscope out again. He didnât need to take their heart rate again, did he? Was he teasing them? Did he really know?
âHuh, still a little fast,â he looked up at them, a ghost of a smirk on his stupid, smug, hot face. âDo I make you nervous?â
Moira looked away, unable to hold eye contact, when they remembered Asra urging them to flirt back. They took a deep breath.
âMaybe a little.â They turned back to Julian, whose eyebrows were raised just a little. âYou do look ⌠awfully good in your doctorâs coat. I canât help but think how much better it would look⌠On my floor.â
Moira held eye contact then, and watched Julianâs eye widen, and his stupid, smug, hot face look not so smug as his face turned almost as red as his hair, and he stumbled back, kicking the stool behind him, and grabbing onto the counter for support. Huh. Maybe they were a little too flirty.
âMoira thatâs - I mean well - I wouldnât disagree but I - No, thatâs not what I meant to say -â
As Julian stumbled over his words as hard as he stumbled over the stool, Moira couldnât help but be a little amused. What was it about seeing this smug doctor so flustered and embarrassed over one pick up line? They werenât sure, but really started to wonder what would actually look like in their bedroom.
Moira smiled then, slow and steady, as Julian gained his composure.
âWas there anything else, doctor?â
âN-no. You seem to be healthy. Iâm glad the medicine worked. Youâre, uh, free to go.â
He still seemed a little ⌠well, distracted. Moira got off the bed and, very briefly, touched his arm as they passed. He head turned to their hand almost too quickly, and the red started to return to his cheeks.
âThanks for the check up. See you next time, Doctor Devorak.â
Moira smirked as he mumbled a goodbye and left the room. They wonât tell Asra he was right tho; Moira wanted to keep the memory of the smug doctorâs blushing face to themselves.
#the arcana#julian x apprentice#julian x nb!apprentice#julian devorak#my writing#not my apprentice tho#moira doesnt *technically* exist but#i think a good Moira look is like#black hair & purple eyes and that just works to me?#with julians green eye(s) and red hair#also i wrote this in exactly one hour#hopefully its good#a friend of mine seemed to like it a lot#i actually wrote it for them#cuz i said all this hypothetically and they were like you gotta write itttt#so i was like fine but im only writing for an hour and itll be short#tbh i spent like. 5 minutes of that hour staring at my screen#after i wrote the first sentence like wtf am i even doing w / this rn#but i figured it out .... obviously#anyway ...................#enjoy
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Whatâs the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?
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How do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?)
How easy is it to earn their trust?
How easy is it to earn their mistrust?
Do they consider laws flexible, or immovable?
What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?
What were they told to stop/start doing most often as a child
Do they swear? Do they remember their first swear word?
What lie do they most frequently remember telling? Does it haunt them?
How do they cope with confusion (seek clarification, pretend they understand, etc)?
How do they deal with an itch found in a place they canât quite reach?
What color do they think they look best in? Do they actually look best in that color?
What animal do they fear most?
How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first?
What makes their stomach turn?
Are they easily embarrassed?
What embarrasses them?
What is their favorite number?
If they were asked to explain the difference between romantic and platonic or familial love, how would they do so?
Why do they get up in the morning?Â
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 How do they treat the things their friends come to them excited about? Are they supportive?Â
Do they actively seek romance, or do they wait for it to fall into their lap?Â
Do they have a system for remembering names, long lists of numbers, things that need to go in a certain order (like anagrams, putting things to melodies, etc)?Â
What memory do they revisit the most often?Â
How easy is it for them to ignore flaws in other people?Â
How sensitive are they to their own flaws?
How do they feel about children?Â
How badly do they want to reach their end goal?Â
If someone asked them to explain their sexuality, how would they do so?Â
QUESTIONS FOR CREATORS
A) Why are you excited about this character? B) What inspired you to create them? C) Did you have trouble figuring out where they fit in their own story? D) Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look? E) Are they someone you would get along with? Would they get along with you? F) What do you feel when you think of your OC (pride, excitement, frustration, etc)? G) What trait of theirs bothers you the most? H) What trait do you admire most? I) Do you prefer to keep them in their canon universe? J) Did you have to manipulate or exclude canon factors to allow them to create their character?
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One Word Prompts: Villains
(Can be extended to include some anti-heroes, anti-villains, etc.)
I hadnât seen one around, so I put together a one word prompt list specifically for villains. Use them to write something, draw something, or make gif sets of your villainous fave(s) - anything you like!
31 prompts, so you can work on something each day for a month, just pick a few, or reblog for people to send your a character and prompt - itâs all good.
Motive
Malice
Poison
Hunger
Vengeance
Power
Death
Ghosts
Victory
Failure
Conviction
Hubris
Regret
Cruelty
Mercy
Deceit
Trust
Cursed
Vanity
Cowardice
Defiance
Conflict
Blood
Demons
Bitter
Shame
Menace
Rage
Nemesis
Greed
Redemption
#oh shit son#writing prompts#if i get one ill turn an oc into a villain#so uhhh#send a prompt OR an OC and ill write a thing for them#i love villains
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For the Meme for Fic Writers: 8! 30! 31!
Thaaanks 8DÂ
8. Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes youâve written and explain why youâre proud of it.
Oh man, I think I just like any/everything with Allura talking? But, Iâve made my decision! Basically all the dialogue in a very, very short piece I wrote âWhen He Fell in Love With Herâ. I came up with the dialogue on a whim and like .... had to write it? Havenât posted the piece, I might not, but this is the bulk of it:Â
"Yes, I seem to be of some use after all." Despite doing his best to stay out of the way and out of trouble, Zevran had not won over many of the other group members. He felt that it was partly because of the way Allura accepted him wholeheartedly; some of them had to remain objective.
"I think you'd be just as helpful without the lessons." She lunged forward and thrusted with the full length sword.
"Oh? What if I was bedridden and couldn't move?"
"You mean like after we first met?" He could hear a smirk in her voice. Was she being coy? "I would take care of you until you were better."
"For free again? How generous."
She chuckled. "Your stories would be my payment."
"What if I fell ill and lost my voice? These cold Fereldan winters are so hard on my delicate throat."
"Your massages would be enough."
Zevran was dumbfounded. Was she naturally this selfless or was he a special case?
"And if I lost my arms?"
Another chuckle. "You'd be a nice hot water bottle. You spoke of how cold Fereldan is."
"What if I had no arms or legs?"
What if he was injured, ill, had no his voice, and lost his limbs? What if he was but a shell of the man she knows now? He could hear his pulse echoing in his head; at what point would he wear out his "helpfulness" to his benefactor? How would she tell him? When would he be alone again?
She centered herself to prepare for the swing the blade. "Then..."
She swung, and the blade's point stopped directly in front of his face, level with his eyes. He paid the blade no mind, and focused on her. They both knew she didn't want him dead.
"I would enjoy your company."
30. Do you accept prompts?
askdfdl, yes I do! I just didnât know that my Ask was closed!! But yes, I love prompts, and will do them even if it takes a while for me to get to it.
31. Do you take liberties with canon or are you very strict about your fic being canon compliant?
Iâm kinda weird abt this! Most things Iâll use from canon tbh. Like the over arching plot, world status. But the characters... I feel like can have so much more depth? So I tend to change characterâs sexualities or give explanations for their quirks.Â
Meme Fic For Writers!
#thanks!!!#ask meme#i felt like a grandparent when i was told my ask box wasnt open???#like i didnt know i had to change it for every blog#why wouldnt the side blogs just have my personal blogs settings?#and then i couldnt change it from the app so i just thought i was doing something wrong hahaha ugh#anyways#thanks for the ask#i love asks and prompts and what not#tallmansions
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40 Questions â Meme for Fic Writers
Describe your comfort zoneâa typical you-fic.
Is there a trope youâve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?
Is there a trope you wouldnât touch with a ten foot pole?
How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Care to share one of them?
Share one of your strengths.
Share one of your weaknesses.
Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose youâve written and explain why youâre proud of it.
Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes youâve written and explain why youâre proud of it.
Which fic has been the hardest to write?
Which fic has been the easiest to write?
Is writing your passion or just a fun hobby?
Is there an episode above all others that inspires you just a little bit more?
Whatâs the best writing advice youâve ever come across?
Whatâs the worst writing advice youâve ever come across?
If you could choose one of your fics to be filmed, which would you choose?
If you only could write one pairing for the rest of your life, which pairing would it be?
Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?
Do you use any tools, like worksheets or outlines?
Stephen King once said that his muse is a man who lives in the basement. Do you have a muse?
Describe your perfect writing conditions.
How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?
Choose a passage from one of your earlier fics and edit it into your current writing style. (Person sending the ask is free to make suggestions).
If you were to revise one of your older fics from start to finish, which would it be and why?
Have you ever deleted one of your published fics?
What do you look for in a beta?
Do you beta yourself? If so, what kind of beta are you?
How do you feel about collaborations?
Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.
If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?
Do you accept prompts?
Do you take liberties with canon or are you very strict about your fic being canon compliant?
How do you feel about smut?
How do you feel about crack?
What are your thoughts on non-con and dub-con?
Would you ever kill off a canon character?
Which is your favorite site to post fic?
Talk about your current wips.
Talk about a review that made your day.
Do you ever get rude reviews and how do you deal with them?
Write an alternative ending to [insert fic title] (or just the summary of one).
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Prompt List
âI know that youâre in love with him.â
âIâve been praying for a brighter dayâ
âWell..youâre being completely immoralâ
âYou canât rush perfection.â
âYou can always replace a masterpiece with a masterbeast but itâll never be the same.â
âI know how it feels when you fall!â
âI can drink what and when I want to.â
âItâs my life to fuck up not yours.â
âI have a sour tooth because I prefer things with a little kickâ
âIâm baking a bunch of go fuck yourself cookies for youâ
âI havenât drunk in like a week!â
âChicken nuggets are my life! You canât take the nuggets away from meâ
âWell I fucked up again.â
âI canât eat when it feels like someoneâs stamping all over my soul.â
âI canât take it anymore.â
âI think Iâm in love with you.â
âYou canât die on me, not now..please!â
âI am very turned on right now.â
âYouâre distracting me and itâs very irritating.â
âI want to spend the rest of my life annoying you.â
âWill you marry me?â
âWell..Iâm pregnant.â
âThank you for being my rainbow after the storm.â
âYouâre the reason I smile.â
âI love the way you laugh.â
âI love the way you smile.â
âEverything reminds me of you.â
âThereâs more to be said, but it canât be said.â
âIâm crazy about you.â
âThereâs no use in hiding it, I know you love me.â
âLet me love you.â
âYou deserve to know what love can feel like.��
âNothing could ever make me hate you.â
âYouâre perfect.â
âStay here tonight.â
âYou look amazing tonight.â
âI couldnât stop thinking about you.â
âLet me take care of you.â
âI want you, and only you.â
âYouâre sweeter than cake.â
âYouâre an absolute angel.â
âYou brighten my day.â
âYou smell lovely.â
âI could spend the rest of eternity here with you like this.â
âI love the shape of your lips.â
âYour lips are so kissable.â
âYouâd look better in my shirt.â
âEvery day I see you, and I canât help but think about how lucky I am.â
âWith every passing moment, I fall more and more in love with you.â
âI want to be with you forever.â
âYou stole my heart like it was nothing.â
âLet me show you how much I love you.â
âYou make me happy, not them.â
âI canât run from my feelings anymore.â
âThereâs nothing I wouldnât do for you.â
âYouâre one in a million.â
âNo one, and nothing, can take me away from you.â
âI will never hurt you.â
âYou are my sunshine.â
âWe finish the same way we started, together.â
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