#Part 2 on Wednesday!

[c-nstellati-ns]

APOLLO, GOD OF MUSIC ... — conquest x medic!superhero!m!reader prt.1

you were retired, for gods sake. why in the hell would everything go to shit exactly when you were on vacation? you struggled to even comprehend the fact that there were more than one invincibles flying around, and now the city was falling apart all around you? retired or not, there were people who needed help and that's what you planned to do, no matter how reluctant you were about it. ... so how the hell did you manage to get yourself wrapped up with the very alien who was turning this city into a fine dust?

> author's note — this is incredibly self-indulgent and the first time i've written in literal months LOL so sorry for being inactive for so long !! this was inspired by dj subatomic supernova from NSR, lucio from overwatch and luna snow from marvel rivals ... i love me a silly guy who makes music and heals people via that music :-) not that subatomic heals people ... more like ........ he tries to kill them via music and his planets ........ but whatever !!! this is irrelevant !!!!!! ( i was gonna have this be smut originally but i like where i ended off to continue into a part two soon ^_^ so sorry if anything is bad i am very rusty ... feel free to send me some thirsts in my inbox if you'd like! ) > word count — 1.6k > featuring — our fave viltrumite, conquest <3 > cw — intentional lower case, canon typical violence, unspoken death threats? nothing much really its mostly establishing how your relationship came to be before things get steamy LOL so sorry for the bait

MDNI. 18+ ACCOUNT, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

you had parted ways with the GDA some time ago, marking it off as a need for something new. you could only fight so long, for so much. you had been in the spotlight ever since your powers had finally developed, being someone who could virtually heal anything with the power of music. it was rather silly in your eyes but it made you and anyone you wanted to protect virtually invincible. any wounds or injuries would mend in seconds in your presence, people feeling safe around you, other heroes feeling energised to keep on fighting. at some point, you felt the same way until… you didn't. it had only been a matter of time, after all.

the GDA was desperate to keep you so you kept their number just in case things were to happen. that is, until something finally did happen. it was a random tuesday, you think. you had been on the way to your hotel in the city for your little vacation, you had been waiting for so long for it. tapping into your savings from working with the guardians to afford it. you were happy, life was good. you had a nice car, a nice place far from the city, a couple dogs, cats, and one snake that you loved dearly. you were single, not that you minded much actually.

so what exactly happened? how the hell did your car end up split in half by falling debris and cradling the lifeless body of some innocent civilian that got extremely unlucky? you could barely wrap your mind around it.

it was hard to try and keep your music up enough to keep yourself safe, but to try and sweep in and aid those who were helpless was something else entirely. you let out a loud groan of frustration as you carefully set the body down somewhere undisturbed, making a mental note to come back for it later. you had to keep up, getting as many people out of there as you could, but there was always the few that escaped your grasp, all falling victim to some horrible fate that no amount of healing nor music could help. you couldn't get distracted.

you were glad you had kept the equipment the GDA had made for you, even gladder to have kept it close. the music coming off of the holographic speakers around you was loud, a beacon of hope in the midst of the destruction around you, but it kept people safe and you kept playing. you kept far away from the fighting as much as you could, ushering innocents away from their very close deaths. of course, you were putting a big ole target on your head with how loud it all was, but you couldn't care less. sounds waves were blasting anything that came your way, cracking open asphalt that trapped some poor kid underneath it all. you could spot the blood pooling next to him, his mother probably. you grimaced and carried him away, making sure to heal whatever cuts and bruises he had. thankfully, unharmed physically. mentally… you wouldn't wish that on your worst enemy.

you were doing your job well, keeping things somewhat peaceful until you spotted a stray arm sticking out of some debris. you quickly flew over, pushing off any concrete that held this person down. your heart beating frantically in your chest, you dug as much as you could, hoping that they didn't die before you got there. you grabbed at their hand and pulled as much as you could, using your sound waves to blast at the concrete as you did so. you let out a sigh of relief as you felt the warm from their palm, squeezing it in reassurance. you passed your fingers over their wrist, trying to find their pulse but no dice. so you used your powers to heal whatever injuries they might've sustained, a soothing melody that has the person feeling mushy.

"hey, are you okay?!" you shouted over the chaos around you, hand reaching out to grip at their shoulder. you pulled as hard as you can, thinking to yourself, holy fuck this guy is heavy as hell. you were about to yell again until the hand grabbed at your own roughly, your joints creaking in protest as it did so.

"woah--" you couldn't even finish your sentence before a giant man emerged from the rubble in front of you. he was much, much taller than you, and built like a fucking tank. if you weren't scared shitless, you would have asked him where he worked out. your jaw dropped, staring at the stranger before you.

conquest was having fun with this. he was having fun with all of this! this planet's defences were as measly as he had imagined, so it wasn't a surprise when the creatures that inhabited it were squished by a simple rock to their soft spots. but he was pleasantly surprised by its defender. a halfbreed viltrumite, weak like all those other flesh bags, but much more resilient. the worm even got him to bleed, which was a surprise in itself.

so who was this, mending the little scrapes and bruises that his body has yet to heal? why did it feel… good? like a warm feeling throughout his body, a hum of a familiar tune that made him want to… sleep? what the hell was this? it feels odd, he feels light. lighter than he would when he's flying, it was something else entirely. the touch was soft, much unlike he's ever felt before. a gentle squeeze, a faint hold. it was a strange combination, nothing like he's felt before. he let out a rough grunt, grabbing at the hand that was given to him, rising from the rubble he was buried underneath.

conquest brought up the creature that had healed him by the arm, thick brows furrowed as he stared down at it. it was fearful, trying to wrestle out of his iron grip and escape. but the viltrumite was curious about it now, who exactly was this worm? and was it so stupid to not know its own enemy?

you were gonna throw up. of course, of course you healed the wrong person. just your luck that you had healed THE VERY FUCKING THING THAT WAS CAUSING ALL THIS DEATH AND DESTRUCTION IN THE FIRST PLACE. you let out a pained noise as his grip around your wrist tightened, trying to just get away. you could keep yourself safe when fighting anything but a viltrumite? this was something else entirely.

you were smarter than to try and use your offensive powers against him, so instead, you allowed yourself to play a somewhat scattered melody to heal the broken bones within your hand and wrist. he tilted his head to the side, examining you like a piece of meat. i suppose that was what you were now. a stupid, musical adept piece of meat for him to tear into.

closing your eyes, you couldn't believe this was the day you would die. you didn't even get to take your vacation.

… but nothing happens? it's been a couple minutes, he should've killed you by now. you crack your eye open and take a look at him, startled by his one eyed gaze. his pupils are slits, examining you like you were some foreign… thing. and then he smiles. it's an unsettling one, but he grabs you by the waist, a much gentler hold than what he had on your wrist.

"you're the foolish one who helped me, aren't you?" his deep voice rings out over your healing melody and the rumbling chaos around you both.

you're speechless for a moment before nodding frantically, looking around for anything, anyone. unfortunately, no dice. it was just you, him and the fuck metric ton of dead bodies that he caused around you.

"hmm…" conquest mutters to himself. it was a strange feeling, the closer you were to him, the more that strange warm feeling seeped deep into his bones. he couldn't help but let out a deep purr that rattled you silly. he was like a big cat to you, a big, murderous psychotic cat. with his arms around you, it was… comforting? in a really, really fucked up way. you swallowed thickly as you stared up at him as he smiled down at you, what the fuck is going on?

"what is your name, worm?" the stranger asked, examining your face closely as he spoke. your mouth was dry, gaping like a fish out of water. his arms was tightening around you the longer you took to answer him and you stammered out your full legal out of sheer nervousness. he didn't seem like a patient man at all.

he repeats it under his breath, it rolls off nicely on his tongue. his arms lighten around your waist, your ribs definitely bruised after all this. you let out a groan, brain too scattered to make a coherent melody to heal yourself. instead, you looked back to him as his grin widened. crooked teeth and a prominent scar, you would have called him handsome if you weren't actively in danger of being ripped apart by this alien.

"… perhaps lord thragg wouldn't mind if i kept a pet, hm?" conquest purrs, that metallic hand reaching up and tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "a healing songbird, doesn't that sound nice? my little songbird." you barely have enough time to speak before he takes off with you in his arms, away from the destruction and chaos that he caused.

mark was clueless as to why conquest had disappeared all of the sudden. in a blink of an eye, he was alone, beaten and bruised on the ground. it gave him time to breathe but it was nerve wracking to think about.

What the fuck just happened?

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[kulai]

DAY 8: Cuddling 1/2

based on Chaos for the Fly ch.23 !!! check it out on twitter :3

if its not obvious i really love fanfics lol theyre the entire reason I'm still at the level of obsessed to be drawing wenclair so often.... so go give ao3 a read and comment on every fanfic u love pls !! cus im too much of a pussy and would rather just make art to show how much i love it

[mothsaresc4ry]

A loud scream was heard through the halls of Nevermore, coming from Yoko's room

Yoko: *bursts into Wednesday's and Enid's dorm* YOU! *points at Wednesday who was sitting on her bed, reading her new book* You did this!

Enid: *goes straight to her best friend and looks at her shining bald head* I-

Yoko: She cut my hair off when I was sleeping!

Wednesday: *puts down her book and opens a black box to her right* Very well.

Yoko: *walks closer to Wednesday's bed to see what happened to her hair* You- is that a wig?!

Wednesday: It is. It's for Enid

Enid:

Enid: for me?!

Wednesday: Matter of factly, you always complain about your 'bad hair days' I assumed a wig made of vampire hair would be very practical — resilient, naturally sleek and resistant to humidity. Superior to your usual... keratin-based strands.

Enid: *blushes and walks towards her to touch the wig* Oh wow.. Wednesday you shouldn't have! It's actually so sof-

Yoko: ENID! NO! DO NOT ENABLE HER!

Wednesday: *looks up at Mr. Clean* I can make you one too.. considering you might need one now. But I need fresh hair for it.

[mokadevs]

day 15: haunting

[v-writes]

Captured King snippet 3

Happy wip wednesday y'all

part 1 part 2 ao3

"Danny?" Batman asks Red Robin.

"Yup. Danny Phantom, he's using his alias as a last name."

~~~

Phantom tenses, fists tight where the cuffs connect them to the table.

Hood saunters in, turning his chair to sit backwards, "do you know who I am?"

Phantom deliberately loosens his posture, eyes taking the same vacant stare he has adopted at every other attempt to question.

"I'm the Red Hood, an Outcast operating out of Gotham."

No response from Phantom.

"Right. Fair. Ok, how about instead we start this conversation with someone you actually want to talk to?"

A slight twitch from Phantom, oh so momentarily tilting his head to the side questioningly as Red Hood pulls a communicator from a cargo pocket.

~~~

Batman narrows his eyes as he sees Oracle's symbol flash on the screen before Hood places the phone on the table. Phantom deliberately does not look at it, until the communicator clicks, indicating the call had connected and a young feminine voice warily speaks, "hello? Red Hood?"

~~~

Phantom's composure crumples, desperately snatching the communicator, crying out, "Ellie! Ellie is that you? Are you okay?"

"Danny! Yeah I'm" her voice cracks, and there is a wet quality to her voice when she continues, "I'm fine. Knew you'd get me out, even if you needed help."

"Hey." A second voice joins Ellie's on the call, "we need to wrap this up and get out of here."

"Right, are you two ready for a show?" Hood asks.

"Wait!" Ellie demands, "is everyone out?"

"All of ours are." Ellie's companion scoffs.

"Red! That's not all that matters, we're supposed to be better than that!"

Danny flinches in his seat.

"Oracle" Hood says, "what's the evacuation status?"

"Scans confirm what the Red Huntress said, all ghosts have been released, and the evacuation protocols we triggered have been followed, all 'employees' are accounted for outside of the facility."

"Red Huntress, Ellie, are you two a safe distance away?"

"Yes"

"Perfect. Ready whenever you are then."

~~~

Red Robin smiles, pressing a button on his wrist computer, the distinctive sound of an explosion comes over Red Hood's communicator while the Red Huntress and Ellie cheer.

"Red Robin."

"Batman."

Batman turns away from the observation window to look at Red Robin directly.

Red Robin's smile drops into a sneer, "have you even been in a GIW facility that wasn't sterilized before your arrival? Nobody was in it, I'm not sorry for destroying a building, and Ellie deserves the cheer."

Batman hadn't. He had wanted to. But when it came to prioritizing, the destructive force had ranked higher. And while the Justice League had been busy with Phantom, the rest of his team had inserted themselves. It shouldn't surprise Batman, and any shock was vastly outweighed by exasperation. Trusting others, relinquishing any ounce of control didn't come naturally to Bruce. 'Luckily' for him, he had somehow surrounded himself with hyper competent people who had no problem wresting control for themselves.

"Hn."

"Hn." Red Robin smirks, shaking his head as they turn back to face the interrogation room.

~~~

As their cheers dies down Red Huntress speaks resolutely, "Danny. We need to leave. I gave her a dose of ecto dejecto, and I'm taking her to Frostbite for a full check up. Any other update will wait until you're back with us in person. See you soon."

She hangs up before Danny can respond.

Danny stares at the communicator for a long desperate moment, before slowly looking up to Red Hood. "You helped her? The Red Huntress was with you?"

"Not initially, no. But she was the first person Ellie could name as an emergency contact. After you that is."

"And she's ok? You saw her, how is she- she's ok?"

Hood hesitates, speaking slowly, calming, "whatever the Red Huntress gave her helped, the 'ecto dejecto'? But she was in bad shape. Your Red seems confident she will be fine, but I don't know if that was sincere or for Ellie's benefit. And I would have no idea where to even begin with medical attention with her whole deal, and how 'ghost' biology works." As he speaks he opens the manila folder he had brought with him, sliding it over to Danny, who flips through the pages with shaking hands.

~~~

From the angle of the observation room Batman can't see what he is looking at, he turns slightly to Red Robin, who interrupts before Batman can ask.

"There's nothing in that file that isn't also in the upload from Oracle, if you want details you can read that, it's notes and pictures from a very relevant GIW experiment."

"Hn."

~~~

"Thank you. For getting her out."

"It was the right thing to do."

"I don't think the GIW would agree with you there."

"Good. From where I'm sitting, standing against them is the right side to fight for. If not for Ellie's insistence that 'we're supposed to be better than that' I can't say I would have stuck to your MO of clearing the building before destroying it."

"I can't say I would blame you. Or that I would have been able to stick to my MO if I arrived too late. But it's, it's important to me to be able to say we aren't the monsters they say we are. Thank you for that as well."

"You didn't see her when I first found her-" Danny glances quickly between a picture from the folder and Hood, raising an eyebrow, "I don't mean that. That that doesn't surprise you is its own kind of concerning. She was in a holding cell. She thought I was one of them and-"

"You don't like being seen as a monster."

Red Hood freezes for a moment. "Sometimes I do. But never by kids and not-" Hood laughs, interrupting himself before continuing, "gods, the change in her demeanor when I said your name and she thought you had sent me. That sister of yours has a lot of faith in you."

[matchalovertrait]

After about 10 months of dating, Dulce decided it was time for her family to meet Caruso, and well... let's just say that things could've gone better.... Will this shake things up in the Alegría household?

Note: For those who don't know, the "discovery" of "spa water" was a very real thing 💀 That sounds so unappetizing. Insulting in many ways lol.

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Erick: Nice to meet you, Caruso!

Noemí: What a pleasure to finally meet you.

Caruso: Thank you. I see where your daughter got her good looks from.

Noemí: Oh my! How flattering.

Ángel: Um... is he really using his phone at the dinner table?

Noemí: It's so nice to have every seat filled up at the table! Now we wait for the grandchildren to come.

Erick: [Whispers] Are you seeing what I'm seeing...

Pavan is completely oblivious, too in love with Ángel to notice anything.

Ángel: [Whispers] Yeah...

Erick: I'll give him another chance... Nice shirt, what's your favorite album of theirs?

Caruso: Oh, I don't listen to this band. Their music is boring. I thought the design on the shirt looked rad as hell.

Erick: I see.... please excuse me.

Noemí: Your agua fresca is amazing! It's agua de pepino, right?

Caruso: ...Agua... fresca? No, no. This is my creation! I call it "spa water."

Noemí: Oh... clever.

Ángel: I'm not sure if my drawing is conveying the message y'know?

Pavan: Looks great to me. The colors play into the theme of not escaping one's past.

Ángel: Ah perfect. I was going to sign myself up for Color Theory 101 again.

Caruso: Color theory? What's there to theorize? Colors exist, obviously. Just look everywhere, haha. Am I right or am I right?

Ángel: Is this a joke?

Noemí: Ahem... Mija, can you come help sing a lullaby to the fish? They won't sleep.

Dulce: Oh we have pet fish now? Since when do fish need music to sleep anyway? [Says quietly] Also, I sing well?

Caruso: Yeah you sing beautifully.

Noemí: Um... It's a new kind of science. Let's go, just the two of us.

[hightowerqueen]

WIP WHENEVER

thank you for giving me an excuse to double post, @thewardenisonthecase <3

not tagging anyone, since i already did yesterday

a snippet of what i have going for the WIP chapter 3 of "roots planted in my skin":

It's still dark when Bea wakes up. Illario is asleep next to her, an arm slung over her stomach and his face half buried in the pillow. Features relaxed like this, the sharp edges are gone. He looks closer to the man who used to sit her down, carefully brush and braid the hair away from her face before bed, to keep that mess out of MY face, all faux annoyance with a sparkle in his eye. She trails a finger down the exposed side of his face, and his nose crinkles slightly in response.

It's unsettling, how easily being close to him becomes normal again. They're both covered in marks that will need concealing later, little bits of each other claimed viciously, and somewhere in the back of her mind she hears Davrin's mocking voice asking her what the fuck is wrong with them. Davrin had always taken her stories in stride, just part of who she was (is?), the kind of man who didn't flinch in the face of much.

The reminder of the world outside this room is what shakes her out of her reverie. There's still so much to be done, out there. So many responsibilities waiting for her. It all feels like a selfish indulgence now, and the realization has her limbs stiffening nervously.

If she doesn't leave now, she never will. It's a terrifying thought.

She untangles herself from Illario quietly, slides back on the half-ruined clothes from earlier. On a whim, she digs through the pile of his, too. Finds the scarf from the market, and for a lack of functioning pockets to stuff it in, just uses it to cover her tangled hair like a bandana, instead.

She has the decency to leave a note, at least, rushed in that chicken scratch of hers Viago still complains about.

It's a short thing, and she hopes Illario won't notice the slight smudging of the ink and the damp spot where she's written i love you. Maybe it's unfair, putting that out in the open, present tense, and running away from it, but she can't quite stop her trembling fingers from doing it anyway.

There's a quiet snore from the bed, and she itches to go back.

Her head swims with a confused mess of thoughts, and Viago's patience is an already stretched elastic, ready to snap. She needs to get back, and the distance will give her room to think clearly about what she wants. Talk to Ayden about it, maybe, finally. She has questions of her own for her dearest sibling, most of them involving the First Talon, and maybe if they're trading stories on even ground they'll make headway together.

The door clicks shut behind her, loud in the silence of this in-between hour.

[hislittleraincloud]

Oh nooooo...!!!

(LOL)

Looks like Enid's got a GIRL on her wardrobe held up by a HEART STICKER! Ooooo, Wednesday's gonna be so pissed!

✨💩✨

[kakerutori]

Will says “sorry” too much. He promised that he would stop, at least be conscious to say it less when it wasn’t really his fault, but he keeps doing it. Others assure him that he’s okay, that he doesn’t need to apologize, but it never stops Will from saying it reflexively. In comes his boyfriend, his best friend, really.

“Sorry.” It’s just a little scuffle about flowers. Should he be saying it?

“No, babe, it’s…” fine. Mike presses his lips together. It’s been days since they’ve moved in, and Will feels like he’s been saying that word over and over. He said it when bumping into Mike, calling him late at work, kicking him accidentally under the covers, now during a decoration disagreement.

Mike glances at his lips.

“I have an idea.”

Will closes his mouth, strangely self-conscious for a moment. “Yeah?”

Mike moves closer. “Not about the flowers.”

His heart leaps to his throat. “What? Not about the…”

“Because that doesn’t matter.” Mike slowly comes near enough to take his hand, interlocking their fingers on the tabletop. Smooth as ever, Mike leans in. “Promise me something?”

Will smiles softly. “Anything.”

“Next time you feel like saying, ‘sorry,’” Mike whispers, looking into his eyes, “I want you to kiss me.”

Will blushes pretty easily. So does Mike. It’s only a matter of time before they’re both feeling it.

“What?”

“I mean it. Don’t apologize. Just kiss me.”

Will can barely feel the words on his own tongue, his eyes meeting gentle and sincere brown, writing their hopes on his very soul. “Just for next time, then? Or do you want… to…”

Mike giggles softly. “You’re so cute,” he murmurs, looking his face up and down. Will knows that signal anywhere. “Every time, if you can remember. I want you to make it a habit. Just lean on me.”

Will presses a kiss to his lips. “I’ll try.”

“I know you will.”

Long story short, Will ends up kissing Mike everywhere around the house, and Mike kisses him back, every single time. Soon, the apologies fade, regulate, and Mike remains the victor over his heart, helping him know that he’s loved and that he doesn’t have to be so sorry for who he is.

[roamingtigress]

Hosea: "OK, Dutch. Look normal." Hosea: . . . . Hosea: "Well, it took three takes . . . "

[kraken17]

Ok, if this is really real at this point they are teasing. Hard.

[firewasabeast]

We Get Through

*This is my (so far) 3 part series where Tommy gets injured on the job and becomes paralyzed as a result. Adding to ao3 for those who asked. Each chapter can be read separately. A full list of tags/triggers are available on ao3. I'll add to it as needed.

His teeth were chattering. Had been since he woke up after hitting the ground.

He didn't hurt anywhere, which was never a good sign.

He laid there, surrounded by trees. Cold, wet leaves underneath his body. He could hear crickets and frogs all around him. Could smell smoke somewhere nearby.

There were distinct sounds of metal creaking mixed in with nature.

Slowly, he moved his head to the right, then to the left.

Fire.

It was about fifty yards away. Thankfully, due to the recent rain, the fire was contained to the helicopter that had so gracefully fallen out of the sky.

He wasn't sure how he ended up so far from it. Had no memory of being ejected or jumping or whatever happened that made it so he wasn't inside those flames.

He lifted his hands to his face, could barely see them as the sun set below the trees. He was sure there was blood. Dirt, mud, leaves, and blood.

They shook so fiercely he wasn't sure how he had any control over them at all.

His breathing was labored, heart beating rapidly. No matter what he tried, he couldn't seem to calm himself down.

Suddenly, in the distance, he heard something.

People talking.

Not just people, familiar people.

Family.

(continue on ao3)

[goosethepumpkin]

Enid: BABE! have you seen my cheetos? Wednesday: ...no Thing signing: i have! Wednesday whispering: Thing, SHUT UP! or i'll have your digits removed Thing signing: but you literally have cheetos dust on your fingers Wednesday: shit, how do i remove them? Thing: wash it Enid: wash what? Wednesday awkwardly: ...hmm? nothing just some blood Enid: ok

[miriadalia]

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[captaindanvers89]

How I feel the Wednesday characters would survive the world of TLOU:

The Addams Family: holed themselves up in their mansion and occasionally hunt the infected for sport. They unknowingly get rid of most of the infected in the area and people who pass through their lands are confused as to why there are no infected around.

Wednesday: Decided to venture out on her own after she couldn’t handle seeing her parents being so lovesick. Ended up taking over an abandoned neighborhood aka like Bill. She enjoys being alone and testing her contraptions and traps on the infected. She didn’t think life could get any better until a bright werewolf showed up.

Enid: Ran away from the werewolf community that formed when the outbreak happened. I mean it sucked that she had to grow up with her family and she thought she was not being a burden if she left. Stumbled into Wednesday’s town and after convincing the small goth to not kill her, they struck up a friendship and eventually became lovers. Enid wolfed out during the blood moon and of course, while saving Wednesday from raiders.

Yoko: Has survived two world wars, an almost nuclear war but she’s barely surviving this. Why? Because of the lack of fresh human blood. She tried going to the blood banks but the blood became spoilt fast due to lack of proper air conditioning (I don’t really know how that all works). Anyways, Yoko starts to turn to animals for blood and she meets Enid after she drinks the blood from one of the animals Enid killed during the full moon. She ends up moving to the town and of course, Divinia’s with them.

Divinia: She’s already dating Yoko and when the outbreak happens; they decide to survive together. Her siren song is useful against raiders who tried to attack them, also why Wednesday considered letting her stay in the town. Kent wandered off and she doesn’t know if he’s alive.

Bianca: Used the outbreak to fake her death and escape from her mother. Used her siren song charm people into helping her fake her death etc. Became a raider for a short while but decided that being a smuggler was better. That’s how she ended up trading with Wednesday.

Eugene: Was already in the town when Wednesday took over. She let him stay because she didn’t know how to harvest honey and bees can be used as weapons too.

Xavier: Wednesday killed him when he tried to break into her town

Tyler: Killed by Enid

[shivunin]

The Dirty Dog

For @ockissweek Day 3 I borrowed @ndostairlyrium's delightful Hawke!! Ali, I wanted to write something to go with the piece you drew for them last year because they are so dang cute <3

(Maria Hawke & Kerry Hawke | 588 Words | No warnings)

There was a certain sort of golden feeling to the air that night at the Hanged Man. 

Maria, basking in the happy glow, tried to pin it down. It wasn’t the drink, which was the usual Lowtown swill. It wasn’t the music, the trio of musicians in the corner downstairs scraping out a jaunty, if somewhat unskilled iteration of Ferelden folk music. Dinner had been hours ago, so it probably wasn’t that. Their cards had long since been abandoned on the table in favor of talking, so it wasn’t the thrill of winning at cards either. 

After some consideration, the voices of her friends rising around her, she decided it was the sort of thing one only felt when everyone one loved was in a room together. 

Well—in one room together and happily drunk, that is. 

“And then I told him,” Isabela called over the raucous argument happening at the other end of the table, “that if his ship handled the water like that it shouldn’t be on the water at all.”

The three of them on their side of the table laughed, Kerry’s arm warm over Maria’s shoulders. 

“We’re empty over here,” Varric called over the noise, lifting an empty bottle of wine. Maria unwound herself from her friend to climb over the bench. Already, a fresh bottle waited at the bar for them. She flipped a coin to the bartender, pausing when a familiar hound raced past, mud trailing in its wake. 

“Oh, dear,” she said, and turned to leave several more coins on the bar. “That could be anybody’s dog, but, ah, I am terribly sorry for the mess.”

“Not again,” Norah said from behind the bar, her shoulders slumping. 

“Sorry,” Maria repeated, fetching a silver from her coin purse and pushing it across the bar. “For your trouble.” 

She didn’t wait to see if that was sufficient. Instead, she took the bottle back to her friends. As expected, the hound had both feet on her spot at the bench, tail wagging madly. Maria grinned down at him, tucking the wine under her arm and crouching to scratch behind the dog’s ears, possibly the only place on him that wasn’t filthy. 

“You are a menace,” Isabela said from her new spot on the other side of the table. “How does he always find a puddle of mud to roll in, Hawke?”

“Because he’s clever like that, isn’t he? Isn’t he?” Kerry answered between licks from the dog. He made kissy faces at the dog, who wagged his tail madly.

“Can you blame him? I would roll in a puddle of mud too, if I thought I could find one without trash in it,” Maria agreed. “Look at his sweet face. How can you be mad at that face?” 

“Easy. He got mud on my manuscript, Hawke!” Varric said, holding a sheaf of paper above his head. 

“Well, then. I guess we’ll just have to scrub him clean in your bathtub, won’t we? Wouldn’t want him getting it any filthier than it already is,” Maria said sweetly, straightening and hooking a finger under the dog’s collar. 

“Drinks are all on Varric!” she added, gesturing with the wine bottle she still held. Kerry, laughing, kissed her cheek loudly and took the collar from her, already coaxing the hound up the stairs to the dwarf’s quarters. 

“Hawke, no,” Varric groaned, but it was already too late. The two of them, laughing, were up the stairs and away, leaving only a trail of mud behind to mark their progress.