#(i should probably mention that she is most definitely purring just like a regular cat when it falls asleep all happy and content)

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(continued from here)

Kat sat there and listened to Bakura’s story, her eyes closing from the comfort she felt being in their presence. She’d always loved listening to the stories Bakura would come up with. She remembered some of the nights from their short time together, and how sometimes when she was on edge and couldn’t sleep, Bakura would string together some kind of wild story to help her relax.

Between the spell cast to put Bakura to sleep and having to pass through several Gates, instead of going around them, she was feeling a bit tired. She tried to stay focused on the story about the man with the golden eye that was actually one of the relics created from the people of Kul Elna, but it wasn’t long before Bakura’s voice was nothing more than a comforting echo beside her.

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It’s Gaara Week! - just kidding, Gaara Week is in January - this is Gaara Weekly. So I heard the topic this time is:

“what Gaara would do together with Shinki if he had some time off” 

now that’s just wholesome, how could I not at least *attempt to* provide some headcanons?

*side note: I have no idea how I ended up with this mess of a post but here you go*

So we know their hobbies: Gaara likes “battling” according to the second databook and by the time the third came around, he added “cultivating cacti” to the mix. Shinki likes both “gardening” and “embroidery” according to character trivia from Boruto. Makes sense that they would bond over tending to plants right? In fact, most would probably assume that Shinki adopted this hobby from his father. And while I do believe they get some rare father-son time tending to Gaara's cacti together - I don't know if that's what they would actually choose to do if they had a significant amount of free time.

If I was being realistic: They would probably spend their days off training.

_________________________ Yeah I hear you people in the back screaming “booo” - but this seems to be the most realistic scenario - to me at least. So let me explain:

His people and village always seem to be the priority for Gaara and Shinki is the future of Suna, not only as the Kazekage's heir but simply as part of the next generation who will take on leadership positions after the current decision-makers retire. There is not a single doubt in my mind that Gaara views mentoring future generations as one of his top priorities. Shinki wants to make his father proud and properly represent his family and village. He is hugely appreciative of any training time his busy father can spare for him - such an opportunity doesn't come every day. Both of them have very no-nonsense, goal-oriented personalities.

- So if Gaara had a couple of hours to spend however he wanted, he would invest them in the future of his village: Shinki. If Shinki had the chance to get some in-depth one-on-one training with his father, he would jump at the opportunity.

We know that Gaara, unlike Naruto with his son, has at least somewhat regularly been training Shinki in person. He has mentioned how he taught his son 'everything he knows' and Shinki actually training directly with his (very busy) father just makes sense: The two of them are the only people we know of with their kekkei genkai - and Gaara is the only one with abilities almost identical to Shinki's. It’s true that Gaara only knows the basics when it comes to iron sand - or rather, that was confirmed to be the case until at least the early blank period. But he would know next to every use of regular sand and that’s still more than any other jonin in suna. Of course, as the Kazekage, Gaara simply doesn't have the time to do the majority of Shinki's training - but I wouldn’t question that he's the one giving the crucial advice, reviewing his training progress and telling his son what abilities need more work.  

So if he has a little bit of time to spare - I have no doubt he would (and does) put most of it into training Shinki. And that includes days off. 

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But y'all didn't come for that - don't lie.

*enter Part 2: “But what if we talk about cats instead?”

We love these two (and the entire Sand-family for that matter) so naturally, we want to see them use their time off for anything BUT work or training. Gaara and Shinki are definitely the worst offenders here, they always seem like those people who would rather work on their duties than cut cake on their birthdays - Gaara more so because he seems very focused on always putting his own pleasure behind doing 'something useful to others' and Shinki because he's just beginning to realize the value of friendship. *Insert mlp meme here*

So for the sake of fun, we will just assume SOMETIMES Gaara decides that his son should do “normal activities” instead of training and ends up going somewhere with him. But where? If for some reason, Shinki were to accompany his father to another village for a diplomatic meeting, I think they would definitely walk around that village a bit and just take in the local culture: food, sights, and the like. Imagine the way Lee and Tenten showed Gaara and Kankuro around Konoha in episode 497 and had them try ramen for the first time - kind of like that. But this example also shows just how rarely Gaara seems to get time off during official visits: it took him being Kazekage for 4 years until he ate his first Ramen - but ok, if the war hadn’t been in the way I guess Naruto would have made him try it sooner. Now, if we are talking about “regular” time off, the place would definitely need to be in Suna - Gaara is important for the protection of his village so he can’t just leave whenever he wants.

I’m also going to assume that Gaara can walk around relatively freely without being bothered by crowds - if simply for the fact that we have seen him do so before, at least in other villages. Gaara strikes me as a character who could very much enjoy new experiences - there was once a time when most things “normal” people did were foreign to him and he had to go through a very steep learning curve after his first encounter with Naruto. I can see him trying new things when he gets the chance and also wanting to encourage Shinki to do the same - so long something falls not too far outside both of their comfort zones.

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We established all the little details but no one has gone anywhere yet. So if we are going for something interesting: > how about we bring cats into this?

Gaara and Shinki strike me as having a lot of, for the lack of a better word, “cat-people energy” - were they aware of this before this fateful day? Probably not. Were they aware of it afterward? - you bet!

Gaara felt a bit confused when he heard that Suna would be hosting a big pet show for the first time in a few years *he had to sign the paperwork after all* - what was that again? People bring their cats and dogs to show them to visitors and a jury?

“Must be another unique way humans manage to be vain about their property” - the concept of placing much importance in the things one owns and how they reflect on you was something Gaara understood as a concept but never fancied.

He didn’t understand very well why visitors would want to see such a spectacle until Kankuro said something along the lines of “sometimes people just want to see animals do cute stuff I guess? You know how girls and kids are - show them a dog rolling over and they will go crazy - don’t worry too much about it, I’m also not much of a fan.”

On a second thought: “Oh but maybe Shinki likes that stuff? I mean he’s a kid - ..... although he doesn’t behave like one most of the time.”

- and with that comment, the deal was settled: there would be father-son bonding time scheduled and they would go observe cute animals!!

Shinki wasn’t very thrilled but what can you do - he wanted to train but was too well behaved and respected his father too much to object any of his decisions - no matter how strange some of them sounded.

In the end, none of them had high expectations for this trip but they went anyway because “At worst we have made a valuable experience” - Gaara

*Shinki didn’t dare question what could be “valuable” about this*

As it turned out, the date they picked for their visit was designated for cats of all breeds --

Of course, both Gaara and Shinki had seen cats before - from afar. No one in their family owned any animals - if you didn’t factor in the deer raised on the property of the Nara-clan.

But they had also HEARD about cats before

--------- mostly because Shukaku never seemed to miss an opportunity to insult them: “cats are the most useless creatures, it goes to show how stupid humans are for domesticating them” - “and you are sure you aren’t just saying this because kids always seem to mistake you for one?” -Kankuro would add

*Needless to say: Kankuro still enjoyed provoking people he really shouldn’t.* -------------

Well now the two shinobi were in front of one - their first close encounter with a feline - a big sand-colored persian with her owner, a friendly-looking old lady, standing next to her.

“Well I suppose they are quite endearing with their big eyes” -Gaara noted

Old lady: “Oh dear would you like to come closer? She really enjoys being pet behind her ears - she’s even calm with most strangers”

Gaara was a bit hesitant

When you’ve only ever heard bad things about cats and their temper you might think twice about petting them when you get the chance - at least until you take the courage to hold out your hand and they start purring like you are their best friend and they will love you forever.

Now, if anything gets Gaara - it’s being shown unconditional love and acceptance in unexpected places

yes apparently this does not exclude kitties

*holding out his hand while the cat is purring and meowing* Gaara : O.O Shinki, next to him: O.O Both of them internally: "ohhhh so THAT'S what all the fuss is about"

- Instant non-verbal agreement that cats are awesome

After that encounter, both might or might not have been extremely tempted to adopt a cat.

But since Gaara knew no one in this family had much time to spend at home - *and because he had this lingering sense that the cat might develop a taste for his succulents* - he had to resist.

This however wouldn’t mean that their next “family day” wasn’t already planned to be a trip to the local animal shelter. _________________________ Bonus:

eventually, Shukaku finds out about their trips and is NOT amused that they considered bringing one of “those things” home.

Yes- he’s still fuming from that one time he was carried by Shinki in his more “compact” form and a toddler pointed at them saying “oh your cat is so chubby! can I pet it? Pleeeeese!!” (*needless to say both Shinki and Gaara were mortified back then and hurried to get Shukaku away from the little girl before any casualties were to occur*)

He continues to sulk for at least a full month about this “betrayal”.

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What Does The Fox Say?

Pairing: Dean x Reader Warnings: Crack. Orgy. Sex Party. Don’t let your nethers tingle, it’s barely flirting. SYNONYMS. Word Count: 2,300ish.   Summary/Prompt: There’s a case. Witches or something, and they’re killing people, specifically furries, maybe. As such one Dean Winchester goes to a furry sex party to look for clues... A/N: Written for @kalesrebellion​ “Bring On the Giggles” challenge. I think hope my synonyms for this challenge will be fairly obvious. Also, shoutout to @winchesters-meaty-feast​ who entertained my panic as this deadline loomed and pretty much talked me into birthing this ~thing. Sidenote - no disrespect to the furries who walk among us. It’s all exaggerated crack!fic. Peace and love. Yiffy on friends.

From the outside, it looks like any other two-story townhouse. There’s a car parked out front, normal mailbox, the works. Regular suburban home. The first clue that something out of the ordinary is happening inside—where the ordinary is mom, dad, and two-point four ankle-biters having dinner—is the windows. They’re all covered, curtains or blinds, it doesn’t matter. This is what it looks like when humans try to cover their tracks. Monsters choose places that are already deserted and forgotten. Humans hide in plain sight and end up sticking out like a sore thumb. Plus Dean has spent all day talking to furries about this house. Yeah, that’s the biggest clue, not the damn curtains. He’s had multiple lectures, not only from Sam but the furries, people, themselves. It’s not all about porn. They’d told him adamantly. Showed him drawings and all these things they’d made each other, and pictures from their conventions. We’re not all perverts! They could say it until they were blue in the face (they had), but Dean’s standing here looking at this house, knowing what’s inside, and it’s hard to believe the furries-are-innocent propaganda. It’s even harder to believe he’s walking in there of his own free will. The things he’ll do to save lives. Sam told him to change because “Freeze, FBI” might not go down well at this particular house party. What’s he supposed to change into? A Halloween costume? That suggestion earned him yet another talk about respecting people’s interests. Whatever. He gets it, they don’t all have full fursuit things and even the ones that do, don’t generally fuck in them, and really? Is it really fucking necessary that he knows this much about furries? At least he can put on a plain black tee and some jeans and Sam only half presses his lips together in disapproval. What is his brother expecting him to wear to a furry sex party? Cat ears? (Dean is offended by the implication even if Sam didn't say it out loud). Eventually, shuffling his feet, he makes it to the door and knocks. He doesn’t want to be here but Sam’s working another lead on the other side of town at a D&D meet up. All jokes about dungeons aside, Dean would have given up his music privileges all the way back to Kansas to switch places. Once again, scissors bit him in the ass. The door opens a few inches, enough to see, hand to god, a guy in white rabbit-ish body paint. He raises his eyebrows in Dean’s direction like he’s asking for something without saying the words. The guy definitely doesn’t twitch his nose and it definitely doesn’t remind Dean of that bunny from Bambi. Oh shit. The password. Right, because that was how you made a gathering like this more legit and less embarrassing. Dean’s throat tightens like the words don’t want to come out, or like he doesn’t want them to exist, “Yiffy Ki Yay.” Furry sons of bitches have even ruined Die Hard. The guy nods and pulls the door open enough to let Dean slide in, but not reveal too much of the clandestine activities to the outside world. Not that anyone on Maple Avenue is looking into this particular door. Either the neighbors know better or they don’t care. Although now that he’s inside Dean can see his nameless host is also wearing tall, white ears and furry cuffs on his ankles and wrists. The first of what, Dean assumes, will be many red flags that he should leave. Not that he heeds the warning. “First time?” The rabbit asks while Dean attempts to scan as much as he can see without a slack jaw. “Yeah,” he breathes out. Dean has been around the block. He’s seen the inside of more than just strip clubs. His number one use of the Internet is porn, his second? More porn. This is something else. He’s not judging, well, he's trying not to judge and failing miserably. These people aren’t hurting anyone though. In fact, someone might be trying to hurt them. Or the D&D players. They were still on the fence about how the groups were linked beside the weird deaths. Granted some of this party seems very vanilla from what he can see. He catches a glimpse of the dining room, which has been cleared of most of its furniture, and there’s your everyday orgy of mangled limbs. Those limbs happen to be a little furrier than normal is all. Thankfully not everyone is dressed as an animal. Not that anybody will be telling Sam that he was right. Some people are dotted around watching, or drinking like the sex isn’t happening, and some of the people getting involved are in plain clothes. Or, naked but not wearing any sort of animal accessory. At first glance, there’s a part of Dean that thinks he can appreciate the hedonism of it, without being bogged down by the fact that they're all cosplaying as goddamn animals. Animal enthusiasts, he corrects in his head before Sam telepathically delivers a bitch face from across town. And then he’s walking through the kitchen and there are two people nuzzling each other. People might not be the right word because they’re dressed as cats. Holding each other and stretching and bending their limbs. All feline movements and what he thinks is a purring noise, but he can’t confirm or deny because of the music coming from the cheap speakers on the counter. It might be sweet if it wasn’t in the middle of a sex party. Yeah, this is still going to take some getting used to. The rabbit is yammering, mentioning ground rules that Dean is only half listening to while he tries not to stare at the cats. He’s listening enough to follow the rules but actually, he can’t bring himself to look away from the most PC thing happening in the joint. “Did you get that because I heard the door…?” This time Floppy speaks with enough urgency that Dean snaps his focus back to the white rabbit. “Yeah, that’s fine. I’ll-” he wants to say ‘mingle’ like it’s a seventies swingers party and his biggest concern is where his car keys are. He licks his dry lips and they still feel like sandpaper, “-look around.” He does need to look around, talk to people, do his job. That’s why he’s here feeling like the spare dick at a fucking contest. Dean knows his limits though and before he investigates he's gonna need a beer.  Once he’s got a bottle in his hand, which he got from the fridge because he doesn’t trust anything that was sitting on any surface, even unopened, he starts climbing the stairs. The tinny music, the sound of bodies slapping against each other, and the low din of people talking like normal adults all fade with each step until he’s at the top. Practically not at a furry orgy anymore. Except it’s a new horrific game now. What’s behind door number one? Somewhere in the back of his mind, he remembers Whiskers going on about the rules of the rooms. Lock up if you want privacy. Unlocked and shut means viewers welcome. Open doors are an invitation to play. That’s the word Thumper had used, play. The first door is locked. He skips the second because he can hear what's going on inside and even if he was in the mood to creep (he’s not), you don't walk in on the money shot. The third room is a bathroom, a stark reminder he's in a house that people live in. The fourth door he tries is blissfully empty. It looks like a guest room. Walls that are basic beige and nothing identifying. Then he sits on the bed and presses his back into the wall. He realizes this bed has probably been used for the activities he’s already seen tonight. Out of sight, out of mind. Dean takes out his phone and stares, annoyed, at the screen. Sam hasn’t messaged him, so the case isn’t solved and he doesn’t have an excuse to leave. He takes a swig of his beer and types with his free hand, trying to make an excuse. Find anything yet? Another long drag while he waits, forcing the drink down his throat in the hopes of some small semblance of dutch courage. Or in the hopes that everything is solved, so he can go back to the motel and beat his meat to hentai like a normal person. No, but this is actually really interesting. You? Dean’s fingers twitch wanting nothing more than to throw the phone against a wall. If he wasn’t obligated to text back to illustrate that he’s still alive then he might leave Sam high and dry. As it is his reply is short and simple. Nothing. He feels no need to mention that he hasn’t actually looked yet. Dean puts his phone away and throws his head back against the wall at the exact moment the door opens. She stumbles in with the ghost of a giggle on her lips. He’s expecting there to be someone following her considering the party he’s attending. Two people blundering into a room looking for a place to get some privacy. Except she’s alone and she’s not concerned to find him alone either. Her eyes widen a little but her smile is soft, “sorry, you’re not waiting on someone are you?” “Me?” He asks, concerned that he has picked up some paraphernalia along the way. Anything that might suggest he’s a part of this. She continues to wait for an answer to her question instead of answering his. “No, Nah. Just taking a breather.” “Thank god, me too.” She blows out a relieved puff of air before shutting the door behind her. In doing so she flashes him her tail. She’s a fox. Or some version of a fox. She hasn’t gone as far as body paint. Her outfit almost seems costumey rather than serious. It’s this orange mini dress—if it could be called a dress for how little it leaves to his imagination—with a bushy, foxtail attached. He hadn’t noticed her ears immediately, but now he’s seen them, there they are. Ginger and pointed on top of her head, and when she turns back to him he finally notices the little, black nose she has painted on. She sits down next to him, scoots herself on top of the sheets making them bunch under her. She doesn’t seem to care about him having dibs over the bed or room and it only takes a few seconds for him to not care either. In this close proximity, inches apart, he doesn’t see a fox, even if she is definitely dressed up as a fox. He sees bare legs crossed at the ankle, her dress fighting to contain her cleavage and the sheen of her skin from dancing. She’s holding a red solo cup, he assumes half full of alcohol considering the pink flushing her cheeks. “I’m going to take a guess,” she leans until her shoulder is pressed against his arm, “you’re either a first-timer or you’re lost.” Dean laughs because he feels lost even if his cover is supposed to be the former. “First time, that obvious, huh? Thanks for pointing it out. Real considerate of you.” She bites her lip enough to get him looking at her mouth. Thinking about her mouth. “Wolf?” “What?” “I get it, first-timers are still trying to be normal, but the dark colors and the brooding loner thing you have going on in here. A wolf missing his pack?” She brings her knees up and bends her legs under herself while she guesses. Twists her body in his direction. He can’t tell if she’s joking. It sounds half ridiculous and makes him think of the kind of wolves he hunts. Dean lies anyway, “ding ding. Tell the woman what she’s won. Or do you prefer..?” Dean waves a hand to her everything fox related as if he might seriously start using ‘fox’ instead of ‘woman’. His gesturing hand lands on her waist while the other takes another swig from his brown bottle. “‘S fine. We’re all still people underneath. I’ve got a job and everything.” She rolls her shoulders like she’s showing off for being employed, which shuffles her whole body half an inch closer to his until her knees are touching his thigh. She’s facing him, his arm still lazily, half wrapped around her as she raises her cup to her lips. “Oh yeah, what do you do, sweetheart?” He lets the syrup fall from his mouth because foxes like honey.

She laughs, the sound tinkles in the space between them. “I’m a diner chef. Nothing exciting unless you like to eat?” His tongue peeks out between his teeth, his lips smirking suggestively. “I’ve been known to enjoy a-,” Dean's eyes flick down her body to where her dress is stretching over her thighs, and then back to her face, “fur burger.” Nowhere else on the fucking planet would he get away with saying that. Only at a furry sex party. She doesn’t just smile at his line though, she hums, pleased he’s playing along, and slides a hand along the outer hem of his jeans. Fingers slowly crawling up his leg and tracing the denim.

One blink and the air is thicker, heavier, and Dean doesn’t give a shit when it happened.

Her eyes flash playfully as she finishes her drink. “Mmm, the only way to make sure a burger is done is a good thrust of a meat thermometer.” 

5eva tags: @divadinag​ @darthdeziewok​ @fluentinfiction​ @witch-of-letters​ @supernatural-teamfreewill-blog​​ @magnitude101999​ @alexwinchester23​ @jesseswartzwelder​ Dean babes: @thewinchesterchronicles​ @akshi8278​ @erins-culinary-service​ @bloodydaydreamer​ @iamabeautifulperson18​ @ellewritesfix05​

[chaotic-good-hawke]

Gymnophoria - From Another Perspective

prompt originally from @that-cat-over-there from this post. (thank you again, friend!)

Part 1 can be found here. 

I was inspired to write the scenes from the other perspective. 

Link to work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16329293

Kirkwall, 9:31 Dragon

Marian Hawke downed her first shot of the night, feeling the cheap burn at the back of her throat.

The Hanged Man was filled with its usual crowd of miscreants and ruffians, the best of which were sitting with her at their usual spot. Varric sat at the head of the table with his legs crossed and set on the table, nursing his beer. Fenris was next to him and was reluctantly drinking along. Aveline had just arrived and took a seat next to Fenris, still in her city guard armor. Isabela was next to Hawke, already several shots in and in peak Isabela form.

Varric was shuffling the cards. They were going to play Wicked Grace once Carver arrived with Merrill (Maker, how did she manage to get so lost?) and Anders found his way from the clinic.

It promised to be a good night.

“Deal the cards, Varric!” Isabela exclaimed.

“Be patient, Rivaini, we will start when the whole crew is assembled.” Varric said, continuing to shuffle.

“I am bored! Someone distract me.”

“What do you want to do, Isabela?”

“Do you have to ask, Sweet thing? We could go back to my room and entertain ourselves.” Isabela said, trailing her finger along Hawke’s arm. Hawke laughed, but did consider it.

“Whore, do you ever stop?” Aveline asked.

“No.” Was all Fenris said.

“Spoilsport, Captain Manhands.” Isabela grumbled into her cup.

“How about a bet? There is a dart board over there.” Varric suggested.

“But no darts, Varric. And last time Corth yelled at us when you fired Bianca at the board from across the bar.” Hawke said. “We don’t want to get thrown out THIS early.”

The group went silent for a minute considering their options. “Well, how about this then. I bet you 50 silver that you can’t pick up someone from this bar.” Isabela suggested.

“I can do that easily, Bela.” Hawke said with confidence. “You’re on!”

“Hawke, are you really going to do this?” Aveline asked.

“Yes, Hawke, are you?” Fenris asked, with thinly veiled curiosity.

“Of course!” Hawke downed another shot. “Varric! You like me, right?”

“While I am flattered-”

“No, it can’t be someone you know, Hawke.” Isabela protested.

“You didn’t specify that!”

“Well I am now!”

“Fine!”

“Will you two please stop shouting?” Aveline asked, rubbing her temple. “Maker, why I associate with you…”

“You love it, Aveline.” Hawke said, then, turning back to Isabela. “Fine, someone I don’t know.”

Hawke surveyed the bar, trying to find a likely candidate. Most were drunks, or regulars, or regular drunks.

There has to be someone suitable here…

But then, Hawke spotted a perfect mark at the bar. He had golden hair, muscles, from the looks of it, and he definitely looked lonely.

“Him, I will pick that guy up, using my incredible skill and then you will owe me 50 silver.”

“Hey, I want in on this bet.” Varric said. “50 silver says Rivaini manages to steal him out from under you.”

“Varric! Have you no faith in me?” Hawke said, dramatically.

“I’ve seen you try to flirt, Hawke. It was sad.”

“That was for a job, this is entirely different.”

“Whatever you say, will you take that bet?”

“Yes! Just to spite you!” With that, Hawke waved Nora down and requested a drink be send over to the gentleman.

She waited for the drink to be delivered. When it was, she forced everyone to look away, to not make it obvious.

She looked across the bar at him and waved. He looked concerned or confused. Hawke elbowed Isabela. “See, already he is looking my way.”

“You do know how to pick them, Hawke. He looks very fit, indeed.” They took a moment to eye him, imagining how his obvious muscles looked underneath his clothing. The man looked away and downed his drink.

“Ah, getting his courage up?” Isabela purred.

“We shall see. Now is my chance.”

“Honestly, Hawke…” Aveline said, shaking her head.

Hawke rose from the bench and started towards the bar, with her best sashay. The man watched her. Suddenly, he rose from the stool, threw down some coins, and practically ran from the bar.

Hawke heard Varric laughing behind her.

“Sweet thing! You scared him off!” Isabela exclaimed and Hawke made her way back to the table. “I think that means I win.”

“No one is to mention any part of this to Carver.” Hawke said sulkily, handing over the coin to Isabela.

“Not a word, Hawke, not a word.” Varric said, still chortling.

Maker, I will never live this down.

Haven, 9:41 Dragon

Dorian strolled around the small village of Haven. It was quaint, in a Southern fashion. The villagers side-eyed him as he walked, whispering and gawking. You would think he was the Elder One the way they acted.

He heard the sound of clanging steel and wandered on down the steps through the gate. He found before him a glorious sight. The Commander was fighting another rather strapping fellow, both of them down to their shirts, which, sweat soaked as they were, left little to the imagination. Well, many people’s imaginations, Dorian found he could come up with a few things.

Their bout came to an end and the commander moved to a side bench, lifting a ladle of water. Some of the water trickled down his body.

Bless the Maker.

The commander turned and met his eyes. Dorian raised his brow and cocked his head to the side, giving the man a long look. The man in question looked down and, if his eyes were not deceiving him, the Commander was blushing.  

“You are looking quite intent about something, Dorian.” Lavellan said, stepping beside him. The Dalish mage had taken to him, after their jaunt to the future. She was one of the only ones to even treat him like a person in Haven.

“Just enjoying the wonderful view, darling.” Lavellan turned and seeing where his gaze fell, touched his arm lightly and started laughing.

“Oh, I see. Just enjoying the natural wonders of the South, huh?” She said, the laugh still in her voice. She looked towards the Commander and waved, a wide grin of mirth on her face. He gave a half-hearted wave back before turning and walking away.

“Ah, you scared him away!” Dorian complained.

Lavellan playfully slapped his arm. “I did not! It was probably your leering at him!”

“I was not leering! I was admiring!”

“Of course, dear Altus. Of course.”

Skyhold, 9:41 Dragon

Lavellan left the rotunda. She had just left a shocked and delighted Dorian on the second floor. He was the first one she told about her night. About her amazing night.

She was a cheerful person by nature, but even for her, she found herself grinning more than usual. As she greeted various people in the hall on her way to the war table, she found an extra bounce to her step and had to keep from outright whistling.

Cullen was cautious about a relationship. He was so adorably awkward and sweet at times. She understood that he was struggling with his lyrium withdrawals and that made him want to take things slow.

Lavellan had been fine with taking things slow. With the Inquisition, it was almost impossible to spend any time together, but they had made it work: a chess game here, a walk in the moonlit there. Then, last night, Cullen made a move, a much bolder move than she had been expecting.

Lavellan reached the door to the War Room and entered, hearing the now familiar creak of the hinges. She quickly looked to Cullen and she felt herself smiling again.

“Good afternoon, everyone! What’s on the agenda today?” She asked, looking to the other advisors.

“Ah, Inquisitor, yes, we have several Orlesian nobles visiting that wish an audience with you…”

Josephine and Leliana started detailing the meetings she would have throughout the days and the information she would need to talk to the nobles. Really, they were invaluable in that department.

“Lady Bellington can be a bit…verbose at times.” Josephine said.

Lavellan laughed at that, “Verbose? Why, Josephine, you never cease to amaze me with how you manage to make even the most awful nobles sound nice. I remember Lady Bellington from Val Royeaux and verbose is putting it mildly.”

Josephine and Leliana then started debating about whether Lavellan should speak to her alone or if they should have a messenger interrupt them.

Lavellan looked to Cullen and found his eyes intently on her. She ducked her head and felt a blush coming to her cheeks. He most certainly was not focusing on the meeting.

She met his gaze again and raised her eyebrow just so, before letting her eyes trail across his armored form, communicating that she was quite pleased with what she saw and what she knew was underneath all the armor.

“Commander?” Josephine asked. Lavellan started suddenly, straightening and refocusing.

“Yes, Josephine?” Cullen asked in reply.

“Did you have any suggestions to add?”

“No, I think you and Leliana have it well in hand.” He had recovered quickly, well done. Lavellan felt a smirk on her face.

“Excellent, Commander, now if we move on to this other matter…”

Lavellan focused on the meeting and took some notes on her upcoming meetings, but she did notice that Cullen was pointedly not looking her way.

Poor man, I am so very distracting.

The meeting came to a close and Leliana and Josephine left, talking about some recent gossip. Lavellan leaned against the doorframe and waited for Cullen to leave. He finished gathering his notes and looked up at her. He instantly smiled at her and Lavellan couldn’t help returning it.

How can one man do this to me?

As they left the room, Lavellan took his hand in hers and gently tugged him down to her. She had a wicked glint in her eye and she whispered into his ear, “Tonight, you can undress me for real, not just with your eyes, Cullen.”

She saw him freeze, her words taking hold.

Oh, yes. I have plans for you tonight. She thought, pulling the still dazed Commander through the hall.

[cisco-fics-4-all]

That’s the Power of Love

This was an anonymous request for: “number 50: “This is probably a bad time, but marry me?” where Team Flash is in the middle of a battle and Reader, who's a non-meta, does something stupidly heroic. You can take it from there on what happens. Happy, angsty, fluffy, however you see fit!” I hope you all enjoy it!

“Four words Cisco, come on, it’s just four little words,” Cisco muttered to himself as he stripped out of his regular clothes, removing his suit from it’s mannequin in his workshop, getting ready for his first test run since adding a few new features to it. He’d been having the same conversation with himself all day, ever since he’d bought the ring for you on impulse last night. It was nothing fancy, just a silver band, with a rounded little stone in the center, set in a design that looked sort of crown like. He’d been toying with the idea of popping the question for a few months now, trying to decide if one year of dating was a long enough time to wait, but when he’d seen the ring it all just...clicked.

“What’s the worst that could happen?” he muttered to himself some more, “she could say no, ok, but oh well right? It’s not like she’d break up with you over it, why would she do that? That’s like admitting she was only dating me for fun or something, and she’s not...right?” he paused halfway through putting his suit’s top on, the small thought giving him a moment of panic as he considered it’s validity. You’d been dating for an entire year, through meta crazies attacking you both, through him telling you about his powers, through all the drama that came with being a part of Team Flash; of course you weren’t just stringing him along! He mentally kicked himself for letting the thought linger as long as he had. You were amazing, and he loved you, and you loved him, end of story.

He was so absorbed in his thoughts, he didn’t hear the light footfalls of an intruder entering his workshop, and didn’t notice their silhouette reflected in the glass that covered his mannequin as they advanced on him from the shadows. The intruder, was the team’s latest meta menace, a woman Cisco had nicknamed Mind Minx due to her powers of emotional manipulation. Their first encounter with her had been utter madness, caught completely off guard by her powers, she’d turned Barry into a weeping mess with a snap of her fingers, digging into his head and brining the pain of his parent’s deaths to the surface, while amplifying those feelings ten fold.  She was, in a way, the most dangerous meta they’d ever faced, if the fact that she could slip into Star Labs so easily wasn’t evidence enough.

“Mmm, it appears I showed up at the wrong time,” she purred, having planted herself a foot away from Cisco’s distracted form, “I had hoped I’d get to see you taking that suit off, not putting it on.”

Cisco whirled around, startled by her closeness, “How the hell did you get in here?!” he demanded, raising his hands, ready to blast her.

The Minx chuckled, a smirk forming on her lips as she let her eyes roam over his chest, “Oh, maybe I came just in time,” she commented, nodding to Cisco’s open shirt, “I do like this disheveled look you’ve got going on here Vibe.”

Cisco could feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, cursing himself for having a weakness for the sexy not so good girl types. “I’m afraid I’m spoken for,” he replied, quickly shipping his suit closed before raising his hands again, “but thanks for the compliment. Now answer my question.”

The Minx pouted, shrugging her shoulders. “Boo, how boring,” she complained, “I thought you’d wanna have a little fun, but I’m certainly no home-wrecker,” she moved lazily towards his desk, perching herself atop one side. “I came in through the front door honey, while your red suited friend was sobbing his little heart out during our last encounter, I snagged his phone and copied the passkey he had in it,” she pulled a phone of her own out of the pocket of the jacket she wore over her cat suit, waving it at him, “I’m more than just a pretty face and a mind mixer.”

Cisco nodded, “So I see,” he replied simply, “how about you tell me why you’re here then?”

She grinned at that, “Well I already told you, I wanted to have some fun with you,” she simpered, “that, and I thought what better way to take down The Flash, than by using his sidekick?”

Cisco bristled at the term ‘side kick’, “Well you’ve got the wrong guy sweetheart, we don’t have sidekick’s here, we’re a team, everyone is equal.”

The Minx rolled her eyes. “Everyone is equal,” she mimicked him, “oh please sugar, if you were all equal, I’d be seeing your name on the Central City welcome sign, as of yet it only mentions The Flash, and the oh so creatively named Kid Flash,” she scoffed, “if that’s what you think equality is, you need to update your vocabulary.”

Cisco opened his mouth to argue, but she made a fair point. “Alright, I’ll give you that, we don’t exactly have a PR department ok?” He stepped sideways, deciding he should probably try to block the door in case she tried to escape now that her plans were changing.

The Minx however, seemed perfectly content where she was. “Tell me Vibe, your speedy little friends, do they ever annoy you?” she asked, leaning back against the desk, “I mean with their powers, and their fame...they must get on your nerves a little, right?”

“I’m not going to play your game Minx,” Cisco answered her firmly, “I’m not new at this super hero thing, we don’t negotiate with the bad guys,” he paused for a moment, then added, “or bad girls.”

That got him a sultry little giggle, “Oh and I am a very bad girl aren’t I?” she teased him, getting to her feet with a wicked grin. She took a step towards him, grinning wider as he took a step back, “Whats the matter darling, you’re not afraid of me are you?” she asked with a fake pout, “I thought you and I hit it off last time, I could feel the lust running off you like warm honey, you barely even wanted to help your fast friend,” she took another step closer, Cisco stepping back again, “pretty naughty for a man who says he spoken for, hmn?”

Cisco remembered the encounter vividly, a slight blush coloring his face. He had been pretty attracted to The Minx when he’d first seen her, she was pretty hot to say the least; but the lust he’d apparently been radiating like some animal in heat, was not because of her, it was because just before receiving the alert that Barry needed help, you and him were literally three items of clothing away from some very hot sex. But duty had called, and he’d done his job, knowing that you would be ready and waiting for him when he got back. He wasn’t about to explain that to her however, because she likely wouldn’t believe him, and it was just too awkward to even begin to try. He grumbled in frustration as he thought about it, “That was a complicated situation, but I am definitely one hundred percent taken, so simmer down there succubus.”

“Simmer down?” She repeated gleefully, “Oh I think you’re the one who needs to simmer down.” Suddenly, Cisco felt like an icy cold hand had wrapped around the back of his head, and was slowly sinking into his scalp. He mentally cursed as he tried to fight her off, his knees growing weak from the strain, shivering as her voice seemed to echo in his head. “You know, I didn’t expect that to be so easy,” she taunted him, “I thought you’d be much harder to manipulate than the others, but it turns out your just as simple minded as they are.” Cisco could feel her rummaging through his mind, whispers of emotion coming to the forefront of his mind, before she moved on to another, each one becoming gradually stronger with each prod of her powers. “Hmm, looks like you really are taken,” she commented, “I can see her in your head, quite a pretty thing she is, rather homely though...I thought you enjoyed bad girls sugar, clearly I was wrong.” She rummaged deeper, down into the parts of himself he kept hidden, down into the dark parts of his mind that held his memories of Thawne, his feelings of fear towards his powers, his jealousy of Barry’s strength. And then she found it, her golden ticket so to speak.

It had been a while since Dante had died, and Cisco still thought about him every day, in small sentimental ways. He’d come to terms with the fact that Barry couldn’t have known how creating Flashpoint would affect this time-line, how it technically wasn’t his fault that Dante had died. But there was still a part of him that could never forgive Barry, still a part of him that knew that if Barry had never been so selfish with his powers, Dante would still be alive, and that small part was exactly was The Minx had been searching for.

“Oh honey,” she said in a breathy voice, “your best friend killed your only brother,” she clicked her tongue and sighed, “and he calls himself a hero.” Cisco grit his teeth, fighting her tooth and nail inside his head, desperate to keep her from tugging at those feelings; but she was stronger than him, and tore past his defenses like tissue paper. “The Flash doesn’t deserve to be praised, to be exalted the way he is,” her voice continued to echo in his mind, fanning the flames that were growing from that once single thought in his head, “The Flash deserves to pay for what he did to you Vibe, The Flash deserves to feel the pain he caused you on a personal level,” she was inches away from him now, having paralyzed him with his own rage. She leaned close, whispering in his ear as his anger finally consumed him. “The Flash deserves to die.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You sat in the cortex idly, flicking through the screens, checking the satellite, keeping busy as best you could to fight off your boredom. Cisco had asked you to stay late with him tonight, saying he just needed to make some upgrades to his suit, and then he would take you out to dinner. You had agreed with little convincing, excited at the prospect of a date night with your boyfriend after so many nights of Flash business getting in your way. But now, as you spun around slowly in one of the desk chairs, you were beginning to wish you’d stayed home and had him meet you there for dinner. It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy being in Star Labs, because you did, it was like your home away from home...but tonight had been a slow night for Team Flash to begin with, and with no criminals to help Barry apprehend via tech support, you were bored out of your gourd.

“Y/N!” HR’s cheery voice called as he entered the cortex with a smile, “what are you still doing here? Shouldn’t you and Francesco be out living life, being young an in love, something like that?”

You gave him a weak smile, spinning your chair in another circle, “We should,” you agreed flatly, “but Cisco is still running some diagnostics on his suit upgrades, so I’ve decided to sit up here on the coms, just in case Barry needs backup.”

HR gave you a sympathetic look, “Ah, Francesco’s second love, his work,” he commiserated as he took the seat beside you, “maybe I could talk to him, remind him that there are better things in life than the cold machines he works with,” he smiled at you as he sipped the coffee he held in his hand, “much cuter things too, if I may say so.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at that, “I’m pretty sure he knows HR, but thanks for the offer,” you spun one last time, then stopped, glancing over the screen in front of you that tracked Barry on patrol. You sighed, pressing a button on the mic nearest your computer, “Barry, I think you can call it a night, I’ve got radio silence on this end.”

“Sounds good Y/N,” he replied, “heading back now.” There was a total of seven seconds before Barry skid to a halt in the middle of the cortex, removing his cowl with a smile. “Cisco still working on his suit?” he asked as he ruffled his hair, fluffing it after being trapped in his hood.

You nodded miserably, “Yep,” you sighed, “and I’m getting crazy bored waiting for him.”

“I’m telling you Y/N, just let me talk to him,” HR offered again, “he’s young, he doesn’t understand the ways of romance the way I do, I promise you, fifteen minutes with him, and he’ll be doting on you like the Princess you are -”

“HR,” you cut him off firmly, “Cisco dotes on me plenty, it’s just our work that sometimes gets in the way,” you glanced at Barry who gave you a guilty grimace, “no offense Barry,” you added with a grimace of your own.

Barry shrugged, shaking his head. “Don’t worry about it, I understand,” he replied, “but I really appreciate everything you both do for the team, you know that right?”

“Of course we do Barry,” HR responded with a smile, “and you’re quite welcome.”

You and Barry shared a look, chuckling at HR’s well meaning obliviousness. Then the sound of footsteps behind you made you turn, and you smiled even wider when you saw Cisco walk through the door. “Finally!” you cheered as you stood up, frowning slightly as you saw his suit was still on, “you gonna take me to dinner in that, or is this part of the diagnostics?”

Cisco didn’t answer, in fact, he wasn’t even looking at you, he was glaring past you at Barry. “You ok man?” Barry asked hesitantly, “you look a little upset…?”

“Upset?” Cisco repeated, his voice low and dangerous sounding, “I look a little upset?”

You frowned deeper, taking a step towards your boyfriend, as Barry took a step back. “Yeah, you look a little upset,” Barry repeated, “you gonna tell me why, or - ?”

“You know why,” Cisco interrupted him, growling, “you run around here, telling everyone and yourself that you’re a hero,” fear began to crawl up your spine as you noticed Cisco’s hands flexing at his sides, a behavior you recognized from the times you watched him training, one that usually preceded a vibration blast. “You’re not a hero Barry,” Cisco said darkly, “you’re a murderer.”

You barely had time to move as Cisco’s hands raised towards you, his one arm shoving you out of the way, while his other shot a vibration towards Barry, hitting him dead in the chest. The force of his blow sent Barry flying, smashing into one of the wall screens before falling to the floor with a solid thump. HR wasted no time in diving behind the desk, laughing nervously as he tried to talk Cisco down. “Francesco, buddy, what’s with the sudden violence here man?” he babbled, “we’re all friends here aren’t we? I mean come on, I’m sure we could talk this out-”

“Shut up HR,” Cisco snapped, advancing around the desk towards Barry, who lay groaning in pain and confusion on the floor, “we’re not friends here, Barry killed my brother, and he’s about to pay for what he did.”

“W-what?” Barry asked, as he got to his feet, “Cisco that was...that was over a year ago...I thought we were past that-”

“Past it?!” Cisco shouted angrily, “sure Barry, we’ve just moved past the fact that my brother died, alone, on the street, because some drunk driver smacked into him, which only happened because you decided your mother’s life was more important than EVERYONE else’s!” without warning he blasted Barry again, sending him smashing into the wall again, the closer quarters applying much stronger force to the impact. Barry could barely breathe now, Cisco had hit him so hard, he simply lay gasping on the floor, his speed stuttering in his cells in the wake of Cisco’s strike.

You stood staring in shock and confusion, your mind running to catch up with how bored your were moments ago, to the grudge match happening before you now. What had gotten into Cisco? True, what Barry had done was awful on all counts, but it had been over a year since Dante had died, and despite the fact that you all knew Cisco could never completely forgive Barry for what happened, they had indeed reconciled and moved past the tragic even ages ago. But now, it was as if it had just happened, as if the wound was still fresh in his mind, like- “Oh my god,” you whispered, as it all became suddenly clear, “he’s been whammied.”

“He what?” HR asked as he crawled around to your side of the desk, “you mean he’s being manipulated or something?”

“Yes,” you confirmed, “but I don’t know how unless,” you quickly flicked through the security logs, checking for any unauthorized entry into Star Labs that had somehow not tripped the alarms. You found it when you read Barry’s entry code being entered about an hour ago, which you knew was impossible because he had been out on patrol at that time. As fast as your fingers would allow, you checked the security cameras, and your stomach dropped when you watched The Mind Minx using Barry’s code to sneak in. “Shit!” you hissed, glancing up to see Cisco standing over Barry ominously, “Cisco stop!” you cried, launching yourself around the desk, and between him and Barry.

“Move Y/N,” Cisco ordered gruffly, his hands once again flexing at his sides.

You really wanted to do as he said, your every instinct telling you to run. You didn’t have powers like He and Barry did, you didn’t heal faster than average, you couldn’t defend yourself if he decided to go through you to get to Barry, but you knew you had to do something.

“Cisco, this isn’t you, this is The Minx, she’s messing with your head,” you tried to talk him down, all the while listening to Barry wheezing behind you, muttering for you to go, to save yourself.

“She’s not messing with my head,” Cisco argued, his hands clenching into fists now, “she reminded me that Barry never got what he deserves,” he took a half step forward, daring you to stay put, “I’m about to give that to him Y/N, I’m gonna kill him like he killed my brother, now get out of my way!”

“I’m not going anywhere,” you told him firmly, looking him in the eye. Cisco would never forgive himself if he killed Barry, once he came back to himself he would be sick with guilt, and you loved him too much to let that happen. You were running on adrenaline now, your brain running a mile a minute trying to fix this without running to dig the spectrum machine out of storage that they’d built to defeat the Rainbow Raider ages ago. The look of absolute rage on Cisco’s face was genuinely terrifying, but as you kept your eyes locked with his, you began to formulate a theory on how to bring Cisco back to himself.

When he’d initially entered the cortex, he’d attacked Barry, but he’d taken the effort to push you out of the way first, as though he only wanted to hit his target. And now, as you stood as a human shield between him and Barry’s prostrate form, he was asking you to move, when if he really wanted he could move you himself with his powers. It was a long shot, and it was a shot in the dark, but it was all you had to go on, so you ran with it. “Cisco, listen to me,” you began, taking a step towards him, your hand outstretched towards his chest, “I know that right now, what you’re feeling, it’s probably consuming you,” another step, and your hand was on his chest, over his heart, which was beating so hard it felt almost painful. “I know how much you loved your brother, you’ve told me about him, remember? You told me how you idolized him, even though he was a jerk sometimes, you told me how you wished you two had been closer, how you wanted to share your powers and this life with him,” your other hand reached out, slowly taking one of his fisted hands in your own. “I know how much you miss him, and how angry you were with Barry after he died,” you lifted his balled fist towards your face, pressing it against your cheek gently, “but this, right now, this is all a trick. The Minx is toying with you baby, she’s using your anger against you, she’s using Dante against you.”  

You watched his eyes, searching for any hint, any sign that your theory was working. Cisco blinked once, twice, then you felt his fist soften against your face. “Come on baby, you know this isn’t real, you know it,” you coaxed him, stepping closer still as his heart rate began to slow, and his fist opened, and his hand caressed your cheek. He blinked again, four more times, then he took in a shuddering breath.

“Y/N,” he gasped, pulling you into his arms, and holding you as tight as he could. “Oh my god Y/N,” he was shaking as he held you, but you held him back as hard as you could, “I tried to fight her, I tried so hard but...but she picked through my head like it was nothing,” he pulled back to look at you, “but you brought me back,” he held your face in his hands, smiling brightly as he looked at you, “I don’t know how it worked, but you did it.”

You smiled back at him, covering his hands with yours on your cheeks, “That’s the power of love baby,” you quipped with a laugh, “it might not be as cool a power as yours, but if it works, it works.”

Cisco laughed at your words, “You’re amazing,” he said sincerely before planting a kiss on your lips. You kissed him back, feeling somewhat dazed from the madness that had just ensued, but what did that matter when the man you loved was kissing you like this? When he pulled back, his face was serious, and for a moment you were worried your theory hadn’t worked after all, until he said, “Marry me,” and your world stopped.

“W-what?” you stammered, your eyes wide as your brain tried to decide if you’d actually heard him correctly or not.

Cisco removed his hands from your face, putting them on your shoulders instead. “This is probably a bad time, but marry me?” he dropped down to one knee, taking your hands in his, “I got a ring last night, and I’ve been trying to figure out how to ask you all day, or if I should ask you after only one year, but after what just happened,” he shook his head, grinning up at you, “I couldn’t imagine anyone else jumping in front of me to stop me killing my best friend, nobody else would be crazy enough, or awesome enough,” he kissed your hands one at a time before looking back up at you, “so please, Y/N, will you marry me?”

Your entire brain was screaming in confusion and joy. You felt as though you’d slipped into some drug induced dream, nothing made sense, and yet everything made sense, and the contrast between the two was brain boggling. After a moment that felt like an eternity, you nodded, “O-okay,” you replied quietly, before you realized such a response conveyed absolutely none of your excitement. “Yes,” you tried again, nodding vigorously, “oh my god yes, Cisco!” you dropped down on your knees to be level with him, “absolutely yes! One hundred percent! One million percent yes!” You threw your arms around him, crushing him in a hug as he crushed you right back.

Behind you, Barry lay watching, his head still swimming from being thrown into a wall twice. He sighed, struggling into a sitting position, “I’m not sure whether to clap, or cry right now,” he called over to you both, shaking his head as you continued to hug each other.

HR peered out from under the desk, a grin slowly forming on his face. “Finally, Francesco figured it out,” he cheered happily, “Congratulations you two! Alright!” He continued whooping and cheering, but you and Cisco barely noticed him, you were both too absorbed in each other to see or hear anything else.

[barajasbryan92]

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