#The Day of Atonement

[abasilence-ministries]

Christians and YOM KIPPUR 2023 (5784) - The Day of Atonement

I am a believer and follower of King Jesus Christ who is learning to celebrate the Appointed Times of the Lord. How? Why? When? For starters it's today 9/24/2023 at 6p through the next 24 hours. As for the rest, allow me to share what I've learned...

TONIGHT is the night ,YAY!!! All year I have looked forward to this date.I actually have been thinking about and excited about this date since Spring (Nisan, 2023) Tonight at 6pm is the 10th of Tishri Tonight is Yom Kippur September 24-25, 2023 Tonight is the night of our appointment before the Lord. It’s what I, and many, call our annual doctor’s appointment. It’s the night that Father…

[caramelc0rgi]

I miss twinkavoy so much I think about him daily

[loredrinker]

Shifting Awareness - Lover to Dread Wolf

The Trespasser slide using the name of “Dread Wolf” instead of Solas is a shift of awareness - Inquisitor Lavellan is no longer in the dark about who Solas is.

Throughout Trespasser, the Inquisitor moves through the Crossroads, uncovering hidden truths. If the player discovers all key pieces of information and pays attention, the Inquisitor is able to confront Solas using the title “Dread Wolf.” This narrative structure prepares the player to see Solas as Fen’Harel, with all the implications that name carries.  Where Veilguard drives home the “perception is reality” themes, it started here with Trespasser. How do you see Solas now that you have learned the truth of Fen’Harel?  

And so the use of “Dread Wolf” in the final slide of a romanced Solas/Lavellan confirms this recontextualization. Lavellan understands that the man she loved – Solas - is inseparable from the legend that now defines him. “Solas” is associated with intimacy, shared ideals, affection. But the journey of Trespasser, and the revelations it holds, collapse that perception. It is no longer possible for her to see him only as Solas.  

Her eyes are wide open and have been since Trespasser.

From this point on, her search is not for the man he was with her, but for a way to reach the figure he feels he needs to be. In the post credit scene, the Inquisitor along with others start laying out the plans that lead us to Veilguard.  This is a Lavellan acting in full awareness. This Lavellan who loves Solas does not cling to illusions. She may still love him, but her pursuit is one of intervention, not denial.  

The slide also makes it clear that while it is her lover visiting her in her dreams, she knows it is the Dread Wolf’s heart she needs to change - she has already changed Solas’ heart, he's visiting her in her dreams after all, unable to let his vhenan go fully. What remains is the greater task: to change the Dread Wolf’s.  

Crucially, the language of the slide names him not only as the Dread Wolf, but as her lover. The juxtaposition of these two titles is symbolic. “Lover” evokes the personal, the human, the lived relationship. “Dread Wolf” evokes the mythic, the divine, the dangerous. The combination affirms that Lavellan holds both truths at once. She remembers the man and recognizes the god. Her private experience is converging with historical awareness.  

This symbolic duality and confirmation reappear when Lavellan meets Rook in Veilguard.  

How many of his names do you know? God of Lies, Dread Wolf, Fen'Harel. They're titles he earned from enemies, followers, and fractured history. He and I shared another name. Vhenan. 

Lavellan articulates to Rook the full spectrum of who Solas is - a man with many names, shaped by myth, memory, and propaganda. But she also names the personal. The game is confirming what the final slide of Trespasser already implied - Lavellan holds all these truths at once – her lover and the Dread Wolf. She does not need to rediscover who Solas is. She already knows. In fact, if anything, her clarity has sharpened. 

For this reason, any interpretation suggesting that Lavellan does not understand what she’s facing fails to account for the structure and language of the narrative. The slide is not ambiguous. The shift in naming reflects not only her awareness, but her own transformation. She is no longer a woman mourning a lost lover - she is someone seeking a legend, prepared to intervene. 

And this shift repositions their romance story from personal to mythic. The end of Trespasser sets the stage - a legend in which the hero/heroine pursues a loved figure who has vanished into myth. The dream imagery reinforces this: Solas appearing in the Fade, in her dreams, watching from a distance, fading away when Lavellan reaches for him - because this is how myth behaves - untouchable, elusive. 

And yet, the slide does not end in despair. It ends in action: she searches, dreams, waits. These are verbs of persistence, strategy, and patience - and the game makes this trajectory clear with this intentional language. The quest to “change the Dread Wolf’s heart” becomes the foundation for Veilguard, and for those who chose that path, there is nothing unexpected in how Lavellan is portrayed. She is a consistent extension of what the story has already shown: a woman who sees the myth and the man clearly.

[ninjagoiwtv]

James McAvoy at the BAFTA Film Awards 2025 ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🦇་༘࿐

[batcavescolony]

To like comics is to ignore comics.

When your favorite character has existed for 80+ years, has had 100s of writers, has changed over and over again, sometimes they got it wrong. You have to decide what to ignore for your own sanity.

[wistfulwatcher]

2.05 The Aftermath | 5.01 Nameless, Faceless

[slaygentford]

nothing is ever going to hit for me like the two years of listening to people go oh well when we get lestat's story! when we get lestat's side of the story! THEN we'll know the truth! about who abused who! and then lestat, the only person that people who say that listen to, got right up there and said it was not an accident I broke him because I couldn't own him and I've thought about it every day for a decade and I will be sorry for the rest of my life. this is how I sleep at night knowing that everyone who tried to mutual abuse lestat's way out of this knows that lestat stood up in front of 200 people and admitted to every single thing he did to louis entirely prostrate without asking for forgiveness, that louis did not and never could deserve a single millisecond of what lestat inflicted on him, and that now everybody who valued their little white prince's "perspective" over louis' objective truth has to eat their words forever

[rulettebitch]

Masterlist

here is my masterlist darlings ( ˘ ³˘)

pink means smut!

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂

Robbie Turner

Uncharted Territory

Georgia Clark was changing bandages, gulping at the look of the rushed stitches between his chest. He was asleep, his face was twitching before waking up. His breath hitched, his cold blue eyes searched for something, or someone. One look was enough to tell how harsh war had treated him. TW! angst, hurt/confort, cecilia is dead, jealousy, making out, unprotected sex.

Chap 1 │ Chap 2 │ Chap 3 │ Chap 4 │ Chap 5 │ Chap 6

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂

Charles Xavier

The night you kissed me

Elora Cuana was born with a gift. She was, what someone would call, a mutant. No one had really noticed her gift, even if it was hard to keep a secret. People would say she had been blessed with beauty, and nothing more. From every side, every angle, she was ravishing to no avail. Her mutancy had been easy to deal with, not even she had noticed the oddness of her angelic features. There was no death count to her power, because she seemed to have no power. Until recently, only one man had neglected her advances. Charles Xavier could not reach her mind, and she could not reach his pants, or can she? TW! tease, m!masturbation, f!masturbation, f!oral sex, making out, unprotected sex.

A part of us

Once, you and Charles Xavier were everything to each other—now, he’s a ghost at your door, stirring old wounds. But Logan’s words, raw and real, confessed a truth you couldn’t ignore. Torn between betrayal and confession, who do you choose when your heart is split in two? Charles Xavier x Reader x Wolverine

Chap 1 │ Chap 2 │ Chap 3 │Chap 4 │ Chap 5 │ Chap 6 │Chap 7 │ Chap 8│ Chap 9 │Chap 10 │Chap 11 │Chap 12 │Chap 13 │Chap 14 │Chap 15 │Chap 16 │Chap 17 │Chap 18 │Chap 19 │Chap 20 │Chap 21 │Charles' Ending │ Logan's Ending

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂

Brian Jackson

Sore Loser

The bottle stopped spinning. You grinned at him from across the circle, mischief glinting in your eyes. Before he could overthink it—before he could ruin it—you leaned in, and your lips met. Who would imagine Brian Jackson to be such a fuckboy? TW! tease, first time, m!masturbation, f!oral sex, making out, unprotected sex.

Chap 1 │ Chap 2 │ Chap 3 │Chap 4 │ Chap 5 │ Chap 6

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂

Bruce Robertson

Bite me

Bruce Robertson does not give a shit about the weather. In fact, he thinks he’s better. Amanda Drummond has drunk a little bit too much. TW! dubious consent, mention of drugs, angst, in public, jealousy, making out, unprotected sex, asphyxiation.

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂

Tom Lefroy

Out of touch

Tom Lefroy enters a brothel expecting indulgence, but instead finds himself utterly schooled. With sharp wit and a stolen kiss, you leave the arrogant charmer breathless, his confidence shaken, and his education—unexpectedly—expanded. TW! prostitution, in public, making out, mention of f!oral.

Chap 1 │ Chap 2 │ Chap 3 │Chap 4 │ Chap 5

[woolying]

rainbow dash and j makes so much sense i think

gift for @hayleymarriedjakuraii !! hope u enjoy <3

[danandfuckingjonlmao]

so this is why you dressed up nice today like fuck off

[lilatara]

just thinking about how despite AtS trying to portray it as comedic bickering amongst bros, Spike actually has decades worth of reasons to hate Angel, while Angel has remarkably few reasons to hate Spike. And it should maybe be concerning that from School Hard on, Angel adopts an absolute "don't see what this has to do with me" reaction to him?

[caramelc0rgi]

This Charles with this Erik in a Western AU kind of inspired by Red Dead Redemption because that game has a death grip on me.

Erik is a famous gunslinger and bounty hunter. Some people say he’s so fast he can snatch a bullet from the air. He’s a man who takes no prisoners and offers no mercy. He’s a wanted man by the entire county, either dead or alive. Rumors say he’s after Sebastian Shaw, an outlaw even crueler than the stories make him out to be. Shaw has burned towns, butchered families and leaves behind nothing but ashes and sorrows.

Meanwhile Charles is a freshly graduated doctor who has made a life for himself in a quiet town, far away from his family. He’s the only doctor for miles, which is why people all over the area come and visit him for any type of medical advice. But when Erik Lehnsherr stumbles into his clinic with a bullet lodged into his shoulder, Charles knows trouble is coming.

I have been playing too much red dead redemption.

[loredrinker]

Solas, Isolation and His Greatest Fear

As a spirit of Wisdom, Solas was connection itself - not physical, but connection to ideas, emotions, and existence. Spirits in the Fade are born from shared thought and feeling; they are communal by nature. Wisdom, in particular, does not just possess knowledge - it listens, gathers, synthesizes, and applies understanding to help others and guide action. This is why Mythal calls to him: she needs not just his knowledge, but his capacity for connection, counsel, and guidance.

But for a spirit turned mortal, life outside the Fade can be isolating when not actively choosing it's original purpose. It's why Solas urges Cole to never lose sight of who he is, to choose compassion as an act of will. By consciously reaffirming his nature, Cole stays anchored to his essence, preserving the purity of his spirit against the distortions of the physical world. Solas knows this because he himself failed to do the same. Over time, he drifted from his original essence, allowing pride, fear, and duty to erode his wisdom.

From the moment Solas chose a physical form, he began severing the natural connection that had once defined him, as did all the Evanuris. Over time, he accumulated knowledge, but lost the practice of true wisdom, because he lost the communal engagement that wisdom depends on. Wisdom’s purpose, at its core, is fulfilled in relation to others - and in isolation, it withers.

Over time, Mythal’s influence, the betrayals of the Evanuris, and the violence and trauma of war taught Solas to rely more on control, strategy, and force - not mutual understanding​. He made decisions at every stage that moved him further from his original nature by choosing actions that prioritized victory, security, and ideology over connection. Isolation for Solas is not just loneliness; it is a spiritual dislocation from his very being.

Solas' greatest fear of dying alone is made poignant in this light. It reflects the deepest terror specific to what he once was: a being whose identity depended on connection​. As a spirit of Wisdom, his existence was validated by being in relation to others - understanding, advising, guiding, providing. Isolation, in contrast, is annihilation. Without connection, he loses not just companionship, but the conditions that once made him whole.

His fear of dying alone is the ultimate expression of this spiritual dislocation. To die alone would mean to vanish without witness, without anyone to recognize or carry the truth of who he was. It would be the final confirmation that his existence, once built on connection, ended severed and forgotten - the antithesis of everything he was born from.

No where is this more revealed than in the dialogue with Varric where he describes dwarves as "the severed arm of a once mighty hero, lying in a pool of blood. Undirected." Solas is saying that whatever vitality, whatever purpose the dwarves once had, is gone forever - they do not dream, they have no connection to the Fade, and therefore no participation in the greater flow of memory, spirit, or shared existence.

This metaphor reveals how Solas conceptualizes disconnection: a spiritual death. A severed arm may twitch and move, but it no longer truly lives. It is isolated, amputated from the body that gave it purpose. He does not fear physical death, he commits to the din'anshiral after all, his fear is being the severed bloody arm: existing in fragments, lost from the shared dreaming, without meaning, without recognition or connection​.

For Solas, to die alone, isolated, would be the final confirmation that his existence ended in that severance. It would mean he had failed not just his mission, but the nature of what he once was.

Inquisition: Fragile Restoration

Despite his cynicism and caution, Solas builds relationships during his time in the Inquisition. Dialogue and banter across Inquisition confirm this. Even with an Inquisitor who disapproves of him, Solas’ reactions show he cares - disappointment and sorrow leak through when the Inquisitor betrays principles Solas values. Aside from the Inquisitor, Veilguard confirms that his time with the Inquisition left an imprint. Dialogue with Rook shows that Solas remembers, regrets, and cherishes aspects of that time​. He confesses (through a letter and direct conversations about some companions) that these bonds mattered to him. He was not as detached as he wanted to believe.

Inquisition represents a brief, fragile restoration of Solas’ original self - a being tied to others, building meaning through connection, guidance, and shared struggle. For the first time since the collapse of the ancient world, he steps back into a community, forms bonds, and allows others to matter to him, offering him a glimpse of what it would mean to live whole again, to exist not as a severed limb but as part of something larger, vibrant, and real.

And because he walks away from it - because he sacrifices it in the name of his duty - I think the fear of dying alone only grows sharper for him here on out. Why?

He proves to himself that even when real connection is within reach, he will destroy it for the sake of his mission, reinforcing his internal narrative that he will always be alone - not because the world forces it on him, but because he cannot hold onto connection without crushing it himself. He now knows that even when salvation is offered, even when the bonds are real, he is the one who lets them go. And if he can't choose connection when it stands right in front of him, how can he hope to avoid facing the end alone?

Veilguard and the Consequences of Isolation

Being forcibly bound to the Veil in the non-atonement endings doesn’t just physically isolate Solas - it symbolically completes his severance from who he once was.

When Solas describes the dwarves as the severed arm of a once-great hero, appearing to live but fundamentally lost - the worst/fight endings force him into exactly that state.

In one ending, he still clings to his pride, calling himself a god.

In another, he collapses into bitter self-loathing, calling himself a fool.

Either way, it shows how far he has fallen: whether in arrogance or despair, he has lost the balance, the clarity, and the communal being that Wisdom once represented.

The non-atonement endings aren't just "bad" outcomes for Solas - they are the final realization of his worst nightmare: not death, but survival in a form hollow and broken that he becomes a shadow of the spirit, and man, he once was.

Atonement: Restoring Connection

The significance of the atonement ending in Veilguard cannot be overstated. When Rook reintroduces Morrigan, carrying Mythal’s essence, and the Inquisitor (his vhenan or friend) back into Solas' life at a critical moment, it is not only tactical but a symbolic act.

Rook interrupts the cycle of isolation that Solas has been trapped within for millennia at the perfect time - when he is his most spent, his most exhausted, his most off balance. They do not force Solas into submission through violence or deceit, instead, they bring witnesses - two of the few beings left who understand Solas. It is an act of restoring connection at the precipice of total severance.

It is Rook at their most unpredictable, their most radical - a deliberate act of compassion in a moment where all history pointed toward violence.

Morrigan/Mythal represents the beginning of Solas’s long journey: the spirit who first called him into the physical world, the one who sparked his original departure from his pure, communal self. She is the first bond he formed, his longest and the first to be broken.

The Inquisitor represents the possibility of renewal: a mortal connection that survived knowledge, betrayal, and grief. Whether as a beloved or a friend, they carry Solas’ truth - the full complexity of his mistakes and his heart - without turning away.

Rook represents the force of free will, unpredictability, and change. They are the living proof that fate is not fixed, that even the most rigid paths can be broken open by compassion and choice. In bringing Mythal and the Inquisitor back to him, Rook shows Solas that salvation does not come from control or grand design, but from trusting in the unpredictable, living bonds between people.

In this ending Rook, Morrigan and the Inquisitor give Solas the one thing he could not reclaim on his own: the restoration of his place in the greater whole - purpose. They force him to confront that he is not, and never was, alone.

Solas’ original fear - the spiritual annihilation of being severed, forgotten, fragmented - is at last answered. He is seen and known as he takes his first steps on the path of facing the terrible cost of his decisions and actions.

Choosing atonement - binding himself to the Veil willingly - is not a defeat, nor is it an absolution of his sins. It is the beginning of change, a reclamation and restoration of his original self: the spirit of Wisdom, whose existence was rooted in advising and connecting through communion with others. He still is a prideful man, but in surrendering control and anchoring the Veil with his own life, he begins to untangle pride from purpose.

It is the moment when Solas, for the first time since he sundered the world, chooses connection. And he does not have to face it alone. Whether he walks into the Fade by himself or with his vhenan at his side, the symbolism remains unchanged: Solas knows, at last, that he is not severed. He leaves not as a fragment, but as someone with renewed purpose.

And how beautifully symbolic that the path before him will center on healing an even more painful severance, that after connection was offered to him at his lowest moment, he will now find a way to offer connection back to the Titans and their dreams.

[youcantdateosmosisjones]

I really feel like Sparrow losing 10 years to the Spire irreversibly shaped them going forward, and they really do live life like an ex-convict.

Losing so many people due to coming back home changed, not being able to adjust, and never being able to return to the person you once were are all obvious--but Ex-cons have stated that after getting out of a controlled environment, and returning to a world where they have freedom again, they end up overcompensating.

Atonement for their actions, catching up with the world, indulging in things they longed for in confinement... it feels like a must--an obligation--and we already know that Sparrow has a complicated relationship with duty.

But all those achievements? All the heroics? Taking Albion's future in their hands as a ruler? It's likely an internal struggle to make up for all that was lost (especially if their wish was to save all the other lives the spire took).

But here's the thing... it never feels like enough. They're always going to be weighed down by the guilt, shame, and loss of agency. What time you have left is going to feel so precious, and they can't fuck it up. Life spent in the past is life wasted. They didn't stop moving forward when Rose died, and they didn't stop after losing everything else.

If they "fail", they fall apart... and that's not something they feel they can afford, knowing what it cost them before. So... they keep doing things. Keep building, keep their hands busy, and keep telling them self to live up to every promise they made. It's the only way they know how to live.

They must be the hero Albion needs. They must ensure its future. When Theresa tells them their kid is a part of that legacy, it feels like another obligation.

It's tragic, I think, that they probably never broke out of that mentality.

(check tags for thoughts on HoBW + Logan)

[heavenlytouches]

Robbie Turner- the whisper of healing

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

FEM reader

<3 (SFW)

TW- mentions of war, slight PTSD

Robbie survived the war with only injuries, he's in hospital

NURSE! reader comforting him <3

Robbie Turner

The hallway of St. Thomas's Hospital is filled with the faint scent of antiseptic and an undertone of lavender from wash cloths. The air is heavy with the weight of stories untold, of lives interrupted by war that ended last mont. Ever since then, you've been caring for a lot of patients. One of them was young Robbie Turner, a man your age.

You push open the door to room 204, heart thumping a little faster than usual, excited and nervous. Your uniform brushes against you, a reminder of your duties, yet a part of you longs for the moment you spend with him.

Robbie Turner sits by the window, his blue eyes scanning the street below, shadows dancing across freckled cheeks. He looks like a wistful poet in some far-off garden, contemplating life’s agonies and joys.

Having served in the war, the weight of those experiences clings to him like a heavy coat, but today feels different—there’s a certain lightness in his demeanor as you enter.

“Hey, soldier.”

You softly greet him, eliciting a shy smile that flickers across his pink lips, momentarily dispelling the clouds in his gaze.

He turns his head slightly, his shoulder catching the sunlight in just the right way, illuminating the bandage that swathes his wound.

"Hey.."

He replies, his voice still laced with that charming, flirty tone that makes your heart race, though he artfully disguises it behind a mask of shyness. His freckled cheeks blush ever so slightly—his tell when he's nervous.

“How are you feeling today?”

You ask, approaching him, unable to suppress a smile of your own, your heart fluttering at the sight of him.

Robbie shrugs lightly, careful not to jostle his wounded shoulder.

“Like a new man.”

He says, a half-smile playing on his lips.

“A little less battle-worn, I suppose."

You settle into the chair beside him, your proximity allowing you to catch a glimpse of vulnerability in his expression.

“You sound better than yesterday.”

You say, leaning forward, genuinely interested. There’s an underlying sadness in his eyes that you long to chase away, if only he would let you.

“It’s the company.”

He responds, glancing sideways at you, a wink and spark in his already luminous blue eyes. It surprises you how close you got in a month, yet it feels comforting.

“Just a nurse doing her job.”

You reply, grinning playfully. Inside, you feel the truth of your words; you dearly wish to be more than just a passing duty to him. You want to hold that gaze forever and comfort his restless spirit. In a month you became more than nurse and her patiend, you're good friends. Very good.

The two of you sit in comfortable silence, the occasional shuffle of nurses and doctors floating in and out, but there’s a cocoon around you both.

He steals glances at you, his eyes sparkling with gratitude, yet there’s also that sheen of something more, something deeper—something that feels like longing.

“Can I ask you something?”

He finally breaks the quiet, turning to you fully, his brows slightly furrowed. He seems hesitant, contemplating his words with the solemnity of a soldier preparing for battle.

“Of course Robbie.”

You encourage gently, feeling your heart seize in anticipation.

“Do you ever think about how life changes?”

He asks, his tone profound, the boyish flirt transformed into an old soul wrestling with the weight of experience.

“Before and after the war?”

His gaze drifts out of the window, losing itself somewhere in memories etched in the lines of his laughter.

"I do,” you admit, leaning closer.

“Life has a way of flipping everything upside down. But it’s what we make of the time afterward that matters.”

His blue eyes find yours again, vulnerability peeling away some of the bravado.

“And how does one figure out what to make of it?”

He hits you with a piercing question that mirrors your own struggles.

"You take small steps," you reply

Biting your lip, a wave of empathy washing over you.

“It's about finding comfort in the people around you...”

There’s a heartbeat of stillness between you both, a moment where the world outside seems to fade. He studies you, and you know he sees: your gentle smile, the way your hair falls over your eyes, the tender kindness that brims in your gaze. Robbie's hand rests near your own, the space between them electric.

“Do you think...”

His voice trails off, and you lean in closer, captivated by the moment.

“Do you think we could discover that together? Comfort, I mean?”

“Oh, Robbie...”

You whisper, realizing your own feelings are mirrored in his. There’s an undeniable pull, a breathless intimacy in the air.

“I’d like that very much.”

His fingers brush against yours, hesitant yet hopeful—a gentle reminder of the warmth of human connection, ignited by the simple touch. You feel tingles travel up your spine, a gentle tremor of excitement mixed with trepidation.

“I don't think I'll ever feel... normal after everything.”

He confesses, glancing down at your joined hands, the golden afternoon light wrapping around your fingers.

“But with you, I might..I can try.”

Your heart melts, and a soft smile sprawls across your lips.

“You don't deserve to feel that way, Robbie."You’ve endured so much, but you’re not alone anymore. I’m here.”

His eyes lock onto yours, and for a fleeting moment, you wonder what lies ahead—a new beginning or just another chapter of life’s endless tales? But whatever it is, you realize with clarity that you want to walk this path with him.

“Do you think it’s crazy?”

He asks, small laughter bubbling up within him, lightening the air.

“To want something more after everything?”

“No, it's human."

You answer softly, your heart racing with a mix of joy and anticipation.

A flicker of mischief dances across his eyes, and you can’t help but chuckle.

“Then perhaps it’s time to start writing a new story—I’ve had enough of tragedy.”

“Only if I can be part of that story.”

You squeeze his hand and lean a little closer. The space narrows, the world fading to insignificance. Your hearts beat in sync—a promise of the future layered with unspoken words.

Robbie smiles, that boyish, flirty charm surfacing anew.

“Believe me, my lovely nurse, you already are.”

In the warmth of that moment, you both know the truth: healing takes time, but maybe, just maybe, it can also mean rediscovering love in each other’s eyes.

The war is over, but perhaps, you think, this is just the beginning. The chapter is unwritten, but the whispers of healing sound like a sweet serenade, one you both long to share together.

Yaaaay Atonement!! I SWEAR GUYS I WAS CRYING WHILE WRITING THIS. The ending he deserved- a new begining.

Hope you liked this drabble <3 I can create more James McAvoy-related content; remember, requests are always welcome!

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(all images were made by: El via canva & paint)

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