#V. THEN COMES THE NIGHT / INQUISITOR.

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happy dadwc! a song lyric prompt for characters/pairing of your choice: You’re not close enough so there’s space in between you and me

-inquisimer

Happy DADWC! A prompt for @dadrunkwriting This is the last prompt of the night because, well... Y'all will see. It got away with me and I think I'll lay off the Bacardi next time. XD Turns out I get wordy and want to put feelings into my smut.

Content Warning: A little Bianca slander but just a bit, fingering, smut with feelings, p in v Length: ~5k (I got really wordy with this one)

Niyra looked out over the Skyhold courtyard with a wry smile on her face as she spied her companions milling about.  She searched for one face but he wasn’t there, but she knew deep down he wouldn’t be out there.  Not since Hawke decided to stay at Skyhold and continue to help them in their fight against Corypheus.  She would be jealous except she wasn’t sure where she really stood with Varric.  One moment he was flirting with her and the next he jumped a few meters back away from her.

After dealing with Bianca, which still left a sour note in her mouth, he’d been distant from her.  Niyra thought she’d handled that situation as best as she could, she didn’t punch the infuriating woman in her mouth like she wanted.  She also didn’t let Sera put itching powder on her when she wasn’t looking.  She turned back towards her room and looked at the mountain of paperwork on her desk and heaved an exhausted breath.  She quietly sat at her desk and got to work.

Herald’s Rest

“So, the Inquisitor is rather cute.” Hawke grinned down at Varric who sent him a warning glare.

“Not the time Hawke.”  Hawke raised his hands and merely grinned at his friend.

“I’m just saying, you could do a lot worse than the woman who holds most of the fate of Thedas in her hands.”  He ordered another drink and sipped it as he watched the parade of emotions on Varric’s face.  Bull had told him what went down with their confrontation with Bianca, and Hawke commended Cadash’s restraint.  Their old companions wouldn’t have shown such resolve, of that he was sure and he wondered if Varric saw it.  Hawke also thought back to the way Cadash looked over at Varric when the dwarf wasn’t looking at her.  He’d caught her eye once and had chuckled at the way her face went up in flames.

“I have Bianca.” Varric began but Hawke scoffed.  “What?”

“Be honest with me Varric.” Hawke turned to face him and crossed his arms.  “I love you and I have for a lot of years, so I want you to be honest with me and yourself when I ask you this question.”  Varric sipped his ale as he looked at Hawke with a steady gaze.  “Do you still love Bianca or are you just scared of the unknown?”  Varric drew up in outrage but he held up his hand.  “Bianca is a steady facet of your life, one that has blown up in the past few years.  You know her.  You don’t know Cadash and that scares you.  You’ve never done well with that type of thing my dear dwarven friend.” Hawke grinned as he saw his words hit home.

“There’s nothing wrong with sticking to the familiar.”  Hawke shook his head and looked down at his tankard.

“Nah, pretty boring though.  Me?  I’d rather jump in with both feet.  I may fail but at least I’m still going somewhere.”  Varric glared at Hawke who merely shrugged with a grin.  “What?  It’s the truth.  The unknown is scary, sure, but there’s so many possibilities there.  You swore Bianca was your one true love, but love can be just as fickle as fate herself.”  Hawke waved his hand as he spoke.  “Could be she was just stop number one to teach you what you were truly looking for.”

“Hawke…  You’re speaking nonsense.  Bianca is the end all be all for me.”  Hawke regarded his tankard and shook his head.  “What?”

“Seems lonely.  Also isn’t she married to someone else and the Guild has a hit out on you if you come close to her?  Sheesh, you live for complications don’t you?” Hawke realized what he said and burst out laughing.  “And that’s coming from me.  The king of complicated relationships.”

“Well then big guy, what would you do?  If my situation was like yours and Anders?”  Varric asked impatiently.  Hawke smiled and looked down at his ale.

“I’d be thankful for the ride we did have together.  The lessons learned, the love we shared, and the adventure itself.  But I’d move on.  Dwelling on the past does nothing but stagnate you,” Hawke murmured as he lifted his eyes to Varric’s.  “Life is too short to be stuck in one place.  And if you ask him, Anders will tell you the same thing.”

“I see.” Varric took a long swig of his ale as he contemplated Hawke’s words.  Was he just clinging to the past because he was too afraid of moving forward?  Was it Bianca he loved or the memory of who she was?  He certainly didn’t know the current woman, not the one they’d met down there in the entrance to the Deep Roads.  When he closed his eyes, it wasn’t Bianca’s eyes that came to his mind.  It was a pair of Lyrium blue eyes and a sultry voice calling his name with a laugh.  “I’ll think about it.”

“All I can ask.  You heading in for the night?” Varric nodded and Hawke wished him a good night.

Niyra’s Quarters

“Why do I have to care again?” She glared down at the piece of paper as an Orlesian noble wrote to her griping about another lady copying her dress.  “Maybe Josie can explain it to me.”  Niyra set the paper to the side as she reached for another when the sound of her door opening reached her ears.  She figured it was one of her advisors and went back to the task at hand before more paperwork got thrown at her.

She ran a hand over her hair and clenched her jaw as another Orlesian noble brought a petty dispute to her attention.  “You’d think we didn’t have a huge hole in the fucking sky to deal with based on this shite.”  Niyra huffed as she grabbed her quill to write a reply.

“Inquisitor?”  Niyra fumbled the quill as Varric’s voice startled her, landing with soft clatter and leaving a large ink stain on the reply on which she’d been working.  “Didn’t mean to scare you.  Didn’t you hear me come in?”

“I heard the door open, but I didn’t expect you…  I expected Josephine or Cullen honestly.”  Niyra rubbed at her temple as she looked down at the dark splotch on the page.  She tilted her head as she tried to figure out the shape.

“Looks like…”

“Don’t finish that thought Tethras.” Niyra pointed her finger at him as they both knew what the shape looked like.  She sighed and tossed the paper in the bin next to her desk.  “Now, what brings you to my quarters at this time of the day?” Niyra hopped off her chair and skirted around the desk to lean against it.  Her heart was beating out of her chest as she regarded him carefully.  She didn’t know what tore him from Hawke’s side but it would not be anything good.

“Can’t a guy want to go talk to the lady in charge of most of Thedas about the weather?” Niyra’s eyebrows shot up as she heard something in his voice.  Something that didn’t sit right with her and unsettled her.  Derision.

“Whatever pissed you off Varric has nothing to do with me, so I’ll ask you kindly to not take it out on me.” Niyra crossed her arms as Varric looked startled.  Genuinely startled.  Now that was something to think about, did he not realize what he’d done?  Niyra wondered about that.  “Now, you never visit me in my quarters.  I don’t think you’ve ever stepped foot here, so whatever brought you here must be serious.  So what’s the problem?”

“Does it always have to be a problem you need to solve?” Varric asked quietly as she grabbed the small wooden sculpture on her desk.  She had to have something to focus her hands on while she was speaking to anyone, an annoying habit that got her knuckles smacked too many times to count as a child.

“Well, it usually is a problem that brings you to my door.  I’m the one who seeks you out for anything else.”  Her quiet words stalled his on his tongue.  Was that true?  He thought back to their interactions and realized she would get that impression from him.  Varric wanted to smack himself.  “So if it’s not a problem, what does bring you to my room?”

“I.” Varric began but the words stuck in his chest.  Was he afraid of stepping forward?  Was it the fear of change?  Bianca represented the comfort in things he knew, Niyra represented things he couldn’t know for sure.

Niyra waited for him to finish but he just couldn’t continue.  She grew concerned that it was a truly serious matter that brought him up to her room.  She stepped closer to Varric and he jerked back in a startled reflex.  She paused and stared at him in wide-eyed confusion.  “Why did you do that?”

“Do what Inquisitor?”  She flinched as he used her title but her anger boiled up after a second.

“Flinch away from me like that.  When did I ever give you any indication I’d hurt you?” Niyra demanded as she set the wooden sculpture down on her desk and turned to fully face Varric.  Her blue eyes were dark with her anger and it did something to his pulse to see it.  “Tell me Varric, why are you so skittish around me?  Is it because of the whole Bianca thing?  Ugh, it is isn’t it?”  Niyra threw up her hands as she drew her own conclusions as he remained silent.  The mention of Bianca snapped him out of it and the age-old instinct to defend Bianca jumped forth.

“Don’t say her name.”  Niyra turned and regarded him with a steady gaze.

“I honestly don’t know what you wanted from me Varric.  I treated her as I would treat any potential ally of the Inquisition.  Respectful and cool.  Because I don’t trust her and I seriously don’t know why you do!”  Niyra shouted.  The words bounced around her room as she struggled to control her breathing and temper, but nothing was working.

“She was my lover!”

“Was!  Was your lover Varric!  Would a lover really do what she did?” Niyra swung her hand out to the side as if to emphasize her point.

“You don’t know her reasons!”

“I certainly do!  Selfish!  They were selfish!” Niyra snapped at him in return.  “That woman did not give a single thought to how this would come back on you.”  She pointed at his chest, her nail pressing in against his shirt.  His eyes were angry as they met hers.

“You don’t know her like I do.”  Niyra rolled her eyes which annoyed him even more.

“And how exactly do you know her Varric?  By your own account you haven’t spent time together in the same spot in years!  People change!  Bianca is no exception!  The Bianca you knew in your youth is no longer the woman who was down there!” Niyra was seething that he dared insult her the way he did.  Months of frustration at being given crumbs of affection only to snatch it all away boiled to the surface and she wasn’t holding anything back.  “And if you truly loved Bianca then what the hell did that kiss mean between us!?”  Varric stepped back as if she slapped him.

“That.  That was.” Varric stumbled over his words as he remembered the night she was talking about.  Halamshiral after all the attempted assassinations and coups were finished, he’d found her by the side patio.  She’d looked so lost and he’d gotten lost in her eyes.  He’d moved without meaning to and their lips had met.  The thought of that kiss still made his heart flutter.  She’d poured all of herself into that kiss and it had humbled him to feel it, but also terrified him.  He’d pulled back away from her after that night.

“Oh don’t bother.” Niyra sounded so defeated that it snapped him out of his own thoughts.  “I know what that meant.  It meant nothing.”  She motioned dismissively with her hands.  “I mean nothing to you.”  She grabbed the side of her head as she looked at the floor.  “And I’ve accepted it.  Look, think whatever you want about my interaction with Bianca but everything I did was for the good of Thedas.  That woman put everyone at risk with what she did.” Niyra huffed and turned back to her desk.  Varric heard the sound of a door closing in his mind and he panicked.

“Varric, let go of me.” Niyra looked down at his hand holding her wrist.  “I’m not in the mood to fight with you anymore.”  His fingers tightened around her wrist and she glared at him before snatching her arm back.  “Good night, Varric.”

Varric felt the finality in her words but he just couldn’t accept it.  Couldn’t accept how badly he’d bungled this and hurt the one woman in all of Thedas who truly didn’t deserve it.  “Wait, In.” He paused before he said her title.  “Niyra.”

Niyra looked at him in shock at hearing her first name.  She honestly didn’t think he knew it.  “Varric, I’m incredibly tired.  I know you want to keep going and try to convince me Bianca didn’t mean what she did, but I don’t have the patience to listen.  So if you don’t want to hear my real opinion on that woman, you’ll leave right now.  Because I swear by the stone I will not hold back if you push me.”  The warning in her voice should’ve stopped him but he realized he needed to hear it.  Hawke wouldn’t tell him how he really felt about Bianca, neither would the rest of their circle in Kirkwall or Skyhold.  Maybe Niyra would tell him.

“Tell me.” Niyra narrowed her eyes but she turned her head rather than respond.

“No.  I don’t know what game you’re playing at Varric but I want no part of it.  You’ve always reacted badly to any mention of Bianca that wasn’t in a positive light so why would I subject myself to your temper?” Niyra paused as she came to a realization on her own.  “Unless you’re spoiling for a fight and I just happen to be convenient?”

“No.  No, I promise.  I just.” Varric paused as he struggled to get his feelings in order.  The betrayal from Bianca still cut deep and it burned in his chest.  “I need to hear it from someone.  What I’m too stubborn to see.”

Concern for him flickered across her face before she put the mask back in place.  The mask he hated.  She put up a wall between them because of his own idiocy and Hawke was right.  He had been stubborn and didn’t want to think about how things changed over the years, he reveled in the comfort of the known.  No matter how hurtful that was, he knew that kind of hurt that came with it.  Varric took a step towards Niyra and she looked surprised.  “Tell me what you think.”

“I don’t honestly know what you gain from this Varric.” Niyra studied his face but she didn’t see any hint that this was a trap.  She still didn’t trust Varric’s sudden attitude change.  “But I’ll not participate.  We have to get ready to deal with the Mythal temple in the Arbor Wilds.  I don’t have time for games.” Niyra turned her back to him and faced her desk.  “So kindly see yourself out of my room.”

“No.”  The word hung between them as he crossed his own arms.  Niyra turned and he saw the threat in her eyes.  Instead of cowering his body reacted with heat.  She turned to face him as a predator would and he was so fucking turned on that it wasn’t funny.  He’d always thought she was beautiful but unapproachable.  Now she looked like lyrium etched into the stone.  Dangerous and unpredictable but absolutely stunning.  Varric had the insane thought that he ought to piss her off more so he could see this side of her.

“Varric…  Did you just say no?”  She couldn’t believe her ears.  Normally Varric didn’t even need her to tell him to get out, he was practically climbing the walls to keep distance between them.  She couldn’t believe what she’d just heard.

“I did.  I’m not leaving.”  Niyra approached until her boots touched his.  He felt his heart racing in his chest as she stared at him.  He stared into her face and studied her.  Her eyes had always drawn him in first, they were such a bright blue, but he finally looked at her.  She had a classically beautiful face with softly rounded jaw and plump lips.  Lips he wanted under his like he wanted his next breath.  His hand reached out and cupped her cheek, his thumb dragged along her bottom lip.

Niyra’s breath froze in her lungs.  Her heart thundered in her ears and she wanted to melt into his touch, but the confusion lingered.  Why was he doing this?  She reached up and wrapped her fingers around his wrist and gently pulled his hand away from her face and she noted the irritation there.  “Varric, I don’t know what game you’re playing but I want no part in it.  Don’t give me hope like this, don’t make me want.  Not when you can’t return what I feel because your heart belongs to another.”  She couldn’t resist and pressed a kiss to his palm before she let his hand drop.  She turned her back to him and crossed her arms over her stomach.  She heard him retreat and refused to cry.  She’d done enough of that.

After the Arbor Wilds

“I don’t have the mental stores to process all that happened.” Niyra grumbled as she sat at her desk in her room.  Ancient gods, Well of Sorrows, and all that magical shit she couldn’t wrap her head around.  She wanted a damn bath to soak away the past week.  She ran the water and sighed happily as she saw the steam rising from it and the soft scent of wildflowers that floated in the air.  Niyra was so happy she personally bribed the construction crew to build her a private bath.  She guarded it ferociously and had only allowed the ladies to take their turns in it.  She didn’t need a throng of people going in and out of her room.  Dorian was the only exception, he was allowed in.  Though he learned to knock first after that disastrous time he saw her naked.  Niyra had doubled over laughing at his shriek of maidenly outrage.

Niyra sank down into the water with a quiet sigh and leaned her head back against the headrest.  She didn’t hear the door open downstairs or the footsteps on the stairs.  She’d told Josephine she’d like an evening to herself and the ambassador passed along the message to everyone.  Her eyes looked up at the ceiling as she contemplated what had happened between her and Varric.  He’d been more attentive and that unnerved her.  He sought her out when they were at camp while waiting to push through to the temple.  The way he acted was like someone trying to court her and Niyra wanted to know what his game was.  The man had an almost complete one-eighty from his opinion on her.

It did a number on her heart.  She wanted to believe he meant it, that he’d finally realized she was the one by his side instead of her.  Niyra didn’t want to risk her heart getting hurt, not when she knew it would shatter her if he rejected her.  She hadn’t expected Hawke to be as involved as he was.  He kept singing Varric’s praises whenever he could work it into a conversation until Niyra joked that he should just date the dwarf if he felt so strongly.  The look on both their faces had been worth it.

Niyra closed her eyes and just let the water soak away all thoughts.  She heard the door creak open and groaned.  “Who is it?  I thought I told everyone I didn’t want company tonight?” Niyra asked as she sat up.  Whoever was at the door was going to get a show, but they were the ones who intruded on her bathing time.  Serves them right.  She heard the quiet inhale and recognized the voice.  Her eyes shot open and she saw Varric standing there at the door, with his hand still on the doorknob.  She felt the flush crawling up her neck to her face and she quickly ducked back under the water.

Varric didn’t know if he would ever string words together after that view.  Softly rounded breasts tipped with dusky pink nipples.  It made his mouth water wondering what they would taste like under his tongue.  Which lead to him wondering what his name would sound like coming from her with his teeth and tongue on her body.  His fingers tightened on the door as the thoughts raced through his mind.

“Varric, get out!” Niyra hissed at him.  She pointed towards the open doorway but Varric merely studied her face.  She felt so self-conscious.  Her body was that of a warrior, not soft and pliable like a noble’s.  Not like.  Niyra cut off that thought, she wasn’t going to compare herself to anyone let alone her.

“Have you been hiding this?” Varric waved towards the bathtub and she grumbled at him in response.  “So just the men are excluded?”

“Not all of them.  Dorian is more than welcome to have a bath.”  Niyra huffed as he tilted his head while staring at her.  “What?  I’m not apologizing for not saying anything.  Now get out.”  She lifted her arm to point towards the doorway again before submerging it again.  Niyra let out a startled squeak when he pulled his shirt off.  “What are you doing!?”

“Huh?  What does it look like?  I’m going to take a bath too.”  Niyra stood in alarm and shook her head.  He froze and she realized what she did.  “Nice view.”

“Quit staring at my tits and get out!” Niyra jerked her hand towards the door and he nearly swallowed his tongue at how her breasts bounced.  His eyes followed one droplet of water as it trailed down her chest until it slid off one taut nipple.  His mouth went dry and he desperately wanted those nipples in his hands and mouth.

Instead of listening to her, his hands moved to his belt and Niyra let out a high-pitched sound and turned around so her back was to him.  “What’s the matter Cadash?  Scared to look.”

“Do not patronize me Tethras!  Get out of my bathroom.”  She froze when she heard him slip into the water.  “Varric!” Niyra hissed his name but it ended on a hiccup when his chest brushed her back.  Her heart pounded in her chest as his body heat warmed her back.  Her fingers itched to touch but she didn’t know how to trust this change in him.

His fingers brushed over her shoulders earning a shudder from her.  They traced a soft path down her spine, pausing at the curve of her ass before falling away.  Her arms crossed lightly over her breasts as she sucked in a breath.  “Varric.  What.”  Niyra swore quietly when she felt his cock against her ass.  “I don’t know what game you are playing Tethras, but it’s a dangerous one.”

“Who says I care?”  Varric leaned in to whisper in her ear as his hands closed over her shoulders.  “What’s the matter?  Are you scared?”  Varric grinned when she turned around, not wanting to let that challenge lie.  His hands drifted down until his fingers dug into her hips.  His cock brushed against her stomach and he was finding it increasing difficult to concentrate.

“I’m not scared of you Varric Tethras.” Niyra hissed.  “I want to know what you’re playing at.  You were just jumping away from my touch before, and now?  Now we’re here.” She waved her hand between them before dropping it to her side.  “And it makes me scared because I don’t want to hope.”

Varric’s heart dropped at her words.  He’d bungled this one badly, but he thought he made his intentions clear with the mission into the Arbor Wilds.  He almost kicked himself.  Niyra needed his words.  He reached up for her face and cupped her cheek in his palm.  “I did some self-reflecting over the past month.”  Niyra looked into his eyes as he spoke and it humbled him to see the emotions swimming there.  “I realized that I let the world pass me by.  I almost let you pass me by.”

Niyra felt hope swelling in her chest and she tried her best to leash it back, but his words gave her that.  “I clung to what was comfortable even if it hurt me.  It was a pain I knew and could understand.  I was scared to move past it and to see what could be out there because I liked the comfort of knowing.”  Niyra sympathized with those feelings.  She’d been thrown into a position that had a lot of unknowns and she wished so desperately to go back to her old life in the beginning.  “Turns out, the unknown isn’t as bad as I thought it was.  Especially when I saw you there by my side throughout it all.”  His thumb stroked her bottom lip as he spoke and she flushed at his words.  Varric chuckled.  “I never knew that blush went that far down.”  She glared at him as his eyes trailed down to her chest.  He looked up into her eyes again.  “I finally see who it was that’s been with me.  The one who showed me a new way to live in my world.”  Varric leaned in and brushed his lips over hers in a whisper soft caress leaving her aching for more.

“Varric.”  He shook his head and she bit back the words she wanted to say.

“I was stupid and stubborn to put you aside like I did.  Not when you’ve shown me how you feel.”  He sighed and shook his head.  “What I’m trying to say is, I love you Niyra Cadash.”

The world tilted underneath her feet as she heard his words.  Words she’d heard in her dreams but never thought she’d hear them while awake.  She reached up and trailed her fingers over his face to assure herself it was real.  “I.  I love you too Varric Tethras.  I did even when you were running away from me like a scared little rabbit.”  She grinned as he tugged her closer, letting his lips rest against her temple.

“I wouldn’t say it like that.”  Niyra grinned as she wrapped her arms around his neck, she still couldn’t quite believe she was able to do that freely now.

“Oh?  Would you prefer another analogy?”  Niyra grinned as he grumbled against her skin.

“Things will never be boring with you, will they?”  She shook her head and shifted slightly.  His sharp intake of breath was her reward.  The head of his cock slipped between her thighs and she grinned against his shoulder when his fingers dug into her back.  “You did that on purpose.”

“I don’t know what you mean.” Niyra tried to adopt an air of innocence but that never worked well for her.  It was her turn to gasp when his hands slid down and cupped the curves of her ass, pulling her tight against him.  Her nipples hardened against his chest with the heat swirling in her body.  “Varric.”

“I like the sound of my name like that.” Varric’s teeth grazed over her neck and her head dropped back.  “But I’m not going to finish this in your bath.”  Varric grumbled as the water had begun to cool around them.  Niyra swallowed as he stepped away, she thought it was done now.  Instead he grasped her fingers in his hand and tugged her to follow him.  Niyra let out a laugh as he pushed her to the bed.

“I love hearing you laugh.” Niyra paused at his words and simply held open her arms for him.  He was humbled at the easy affection on her face and he crawled onto the bed, pressing her into the mattress as he settled on top of her.  The backs of his fingers brushed against her cheek and she simply smiled at him before reaching up to pull him down for a kiss.

He fell into the kiss.  Her fingers tangled in his hair as she put her everything into the kiss.  His hand reached between them and brushed against her aching clit.  He groaned against her lips as he found her swollen and soaked.  He lifted his head and leaned his forehead against hers.  He clenched his jaw as her body tightened around his fingers as they slipped inside her.  Varric wanted to see her come apart on his fingers and watch her face as she fell.

Niyra gasped as her head fell back against the bed.  The heat consumed her mind and all she could see was Varric.  Her nails bit into his shoulders at the swell of pleasure in her body.  His teeth raked across her pulse point sending her even higher than before.  She couldn’t get close enough to him, to climb that pinnacle with him.  Niyra swore as her body spasmed around his fingers.  It had been so long that it was almost embarrassing how quickly she came undone.

Varric was stunned as his name sounded like a benediction on her lips when she fell off the edge.  His cock twitched as the urge to claim her consumed him.  He urged her thighs apart and settled between her legs.  He’d set a day aside to spend between her legs and make her cry out his name until she was hoarse, but he needed to be inside her.  His lips captured hers as he plunged in, tasting his name on her lips.  Her legs squeezed his hips as he set a brutal pace.  Her hips met him thrust for thrust as he spoke sinful things in her ear.  Each time she squeezed his cock he swore his eyes would roll back in his head.

Niyra’s nails dug into his back as the heat coiled low and tight between her legs.  Her back arched when his thumb gently massaged her aching clit, sending her spiraling over the edge.  His teeth sank into her shoulder as his cock spasmed inside her.  They laid there, entwined as they struggled to get their breathing back under control.

“Varric,” Niyra whispered as he rolled to the side, but was cut off when he pulled her close to him.  Her head tucked up under his chin and she placed her hand over his chest, finding comfort in how hard his heart was beating as well.

“We can face the world tomorrow.  Tonight?  Tonight is just for us.  Deal?” Varric whispered as he sensed she was going to speak again.  Niyra chuckled at his words and tilted her face up to his.

“Deal.”

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VI. SOCIAL POLITICS. I am against callout and cancel culture and do not engage in it. Callouts will not be reblogged - I curate my dashboard my own way and I have no interest in being dragged into other people's fights. I don't respect publicly hating on fictional ships, characters or portrayals. I will never harass anyone or shame them for the fictional things they choose to write, I simply avoid, blacklist or block what I don't want to see. I believe the RPC would be a better place if people tried to be more tolerant, respectful and kind to one another.

Rules are subject to change. Thank you for reading this far! :)

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Their Son: Rhys

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With Veilguard coming I know for sure now one play through I wanna do with Lyvius and Dorian’s son. So here is kinda his origin story.

It hadn’t happened exactly as he had planned it. The inquisition was disbanded, his title of inquisitor gone. Now he was just an elf. Just the elven lover at Magister Pavus' side. It wasn’t as smooth or easy as he’d hoped, but in the end this is what Lyvius wanted. He was happy.

Of course Dorian was a little annoyed that Lyvius had come to Tevinter. More so at the recklessness when his love chose to chase after his caravan in the middle of night, while his body hadn’t fully recovered from the loss of its arm. He also hated the rumors that manifested almost immediately when he took his seat as magistrate.

Lyvius didn’t care about the rumors. Let the people talk. Being Inquisitor had taught him that among so much else. Dorian had been on the nose once, these people are just dogs that would never care to learn what true love means.

Days when they could have time together, alone were precious to both of them. They were walking along aged backstreets with hands interlocked. Buildings as old as ancient ruins standing proud, and Dorian knew a little about every one.Lyvius was content to listen and learn. He could spend forever like this.

The sweet date-like mood was interrupted by a shrill cry coming from a darkened alley up ahead. There was a glance of understanding between the two before they ran to the entrance. In the dim light two men were exiting a building. One nervous and jittery like it was his first time taking point, the other pulled a crying elf boy by the wrist.

“I swear!” The man growled and pulled the kid up by the collar of his shirt. “If you don't shut your fucking mouth I'm going to-”

The slaver didn't finish his sentence. He released his grip as lightning shot through him. The instant his friend's body hit the ground the nervous guard took off without looking back. The child ran from the scene as well, into the house. When Lyvius and Dorian came to the door their hearts sunk. The boy knelt, crying over the body of an elderly woman.

"She was my Nan..." He cried quietly, more to himself than Lyvius who had walked up to him.

The boy was even younger than he looked from far away, he was seven or eight at most. The tip of his left ear was missing, almost covered by a mess of long blonde hair that really needed a wash. His button nose was covered in grime and snot, his mismatched blue and green eyes had tears falling freely from them.

Lyvius knelt beside him. "I'm sorry... We didn't come fast enough.”

The boy wiped his tears smearing the dirt on his wrist and face. "No. You saved me, without you I would have ended up the same or worse." He looked at Lyvius. "But I don't have anywhere to go...."

“You can come live with us.” Lyvius didn't even look to Dorian for approval. He didn't have to. He would worry about rumors, but he wouldn't leave this child to fend for himself. Lyvius stood and held out a hand. “Would you like that?”

The kid stared in disbelief. Lyvius could also see the mistrust in his eye and he didn’t blame him. It was almost engraved in eleven nature.

“I’m Lyvius, and this is my husband Dorian. We will keep you safe. I promise.”

“Rhys…what about Nan?” He asked, holding back more tears. “I can't just leave her… her b-body…”

“I can have her buried somewhere that you could visit anytime you want.” Dorian said.

Rhys hesitated a moment longer before he took Lyvius’ hand. It took some time, but Rhys eventually got used to living with them. He began to enjoy his life more and was extremely grateful to them. And although he never really called them by any parental term, he did consider them as his found family.

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The Way He Looks at You Series B. II:V Cal Kestis Week Bonus Content: In Another Life Chapter V: Of Course It's You

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Tumblr celebrated Cal Kestis Week, I used the dialogue prompts for each chapter. This chapter uses: "Of course it's you."

This mini series is what life could have looked like if Reader (lovingly nicknamed "Light" by Cal) had never lost her memory in the final battle of 'The Way He Looks at You'. Rating: 18+ Words: 1.2K Trigger Warnings: Suicidal Thoughts Inquisitor Cal x Reader/OC

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Weeks pass as Cal lives his typical life as the Thirteenth Brother. It’s the same as his life before Light. The very same life that was driving him mad. Though he pushes a majority of his feelings away, the bitterness in losing her eats at him. It mostly comes out in his work, a few stormtroopers have lost their lives to his temper. 

But at night, when he sleeps in the bed that still smells like her, he should really wash the sheets, he cries. There is no relief from the pain of being away from the woman who is saving him from the life that consumes him. Everything feels wrong. 

Some nights he considers ending his own life. But despite ending their relationship, he cannot end their chances of rekindling so permanently. So instead, he pays her bills, sends credits, and stays away from her. He can at least show that she still loves her. He just can’t be with her.

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After months of keeping up the routine of his new and old life, Cal can take no more. He wakes in the middle of the night, unable to fall back asleep. All he can think about is Light. He is drawn to her, and his mind will not allow him to spend another moment away from her. It is clawing at the inside of his skull to get back to her. So he does the only thing he can think of. He packs.

Very little of his possessions matter, no more than one bag. He looks around his quarters once more, ensuring nothing of hers was left behind. Cal exits the two sets of doors, stepping into the dark and empty hallways of the tower.

He walks with purpose, resisting the urge to break into a sprint. He only stops moving when he hears the telltale click of a door being closed. He whips his head around, unsure if the door was nearby, or simply echoing from another hallway. Too many seconds pass, his heart pounding in his ears, making it difficult to hear. When no further noise or movement follow, Cal resumes his mission, though the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.

Once outside the tower, Cal sprints to his Scythe, anxious to get into the sky before someone notices his strange behavior. He tenses as the ship roars to life, hoping the raging winds will disguise the noise. The ship lifts into the air, and it appears that Cal has escaped without question. 

As he flies, he thinks over the implications of leaving the Empire. He will be hunted down, but not right away. There will probably be time before his absence is noticed. He can’t lead his Brothers and Sisters to Light by going to her. Instead, he will need to throw them off the scent. It would be wise to leave a trail elsewhere.

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To his dismay, Cal spends another month wreaking havoc across other parts of the galaxy, ensuring his face is seen and there are survivors to tell the tale. He goes as far as to stage his own death, force choking an innocent with his appearance and dressing the poor man in his old uniform before dropping the body into a trash compactor.

He abandons his Scythe, buying a smaller and more common transport. The salesman doesn’t question the credits placed in his palm by a man dressed in completely normal civilian clothes, which may or may not have belonged to the man laying in a compactor.

He boards the new and unimpressive ship, pulling his lightsaber from his bag. Cal can’t bring himself to abandon the lightsaber, too fearful of being unarmed if his plan doesn’t work. He takes off into the sky, ready to finally see the love of his life, his Light.

After far too long, Cal touches down and runs to the house where she is living. His focus is so narrow he misses the Force aura of another. Swinging open the door to see a wide eyed Light, backed against a corner while Fifth Brother picks at his nails on their couch.

Fifth perks up. “Thirteenth!”

Cal reaches for his lightsaber. “Of course it’s you. How did you find me?”

Fifth remains seated, grinning at the ex-Inquisitor. “I saw you the night you abandoned the Empire. Watched the murders on the news, quite the spectacle.”

“How did you know she lives here?”

“Oh yes! I followed you, when you came to visit her months ago. I assumed you would be back once you were done trying to prove your presence elsewhere. And I was right!”

Fifth sneers, rising from the couch. Cal wraps his fingers around the hilt of his lightsaber, preparing to fight to the death after his betrayal. Fifth doesn’t do the same, instead wandering around the living room. It’s been more decorated since the last time Cal was here. Books and nicknacks strewn about in a tasteful manner. 

Cal speaks through clenched teeth. “What do you want?”

Fifth pays no mind to Cal’s raised hackles. “We are friends, I told you before.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“I don’t want much, only your continued friendship.”

Cal lets out a short laugh.

Fifth finally meets his eye. “I suppose I should tell you that I’ve been instructed to hunt and kill you.”

“I assumed.”

Fifth reaches for his lightsaber, grasping it and setting it on the coffee table. “But we’re friends, and you know I cannot go back empty-handed.”

Cal tenses, looking to Light once, then back to the threat.

“I don’t want the girl, but I need proof of killing you.”

“What do you mean?”

“A body part should do. I’m sure they’d prefer your head, but I can make do with a hand. I’m quite good at spinning a tale to suit my cause.”

Cal relaxes his arm, but his back feels tight. “Why would you help me?”

Fifth sighs. “How many times must I say we’re friends? You’re making me look pathetic. I do not wish for the only man I hold any respect for to be eliminated from the galaxy. I’ll help you, and in exchange, I’m sure I will need your help someday.”

There is a long silence. Fifth waits for Cal’s agreement to the bargain. He doesn’t need to tell Cal the only other option. 

Cal holds out his left hand. “I agree to your terms.”

Fifth looks at the hand, picking up his own lightsaber. “You must remove it yourself, Cal.”

One nod, then a stern look at Light. “Go upstairs, now.”

She scurries off, preferring to not have to witness his mutilation. Cal activates the bright red blade of his saber, raising it into the air. He can see the excitement in Fifth’s eyes. A quick pry into the Inquisitor’s mind tells him that Fifth is not using this to weaken him. He will take the hand and leave.

With a yell, Cal brings the blade down, removing his hand at the wrist from the rest of his arm. The pain is excruciating, his brain firing the same way it did when he was first tortured into becoming an Inquisitor. It makes sense, unbearable pain to get in, unbearable pain to get out.

Cal drops to his knees, deactivating the humming blade as Fifth steps forward and picks up the hand, tucking it into his cloak. “Nice doing business with you. Enjoy your life…what was your name again?”

Cal grunts. “Cal Kestis.”

Fifth smiles, but it doesn’t feel friendly. “I’ll see you around, Cal Kestis.”

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major spoilers under the cut

okay i considered that being the whole post but. i won't do that. ANYWAY i've now played through Jedha (again) and the stuff that comes right after it, and holy HELL. i don't even know where to start. Cere v Vader was absolutely incredible and i loved playing as her; the game mechanics really showed us the difference in power/experience between her and Cal through some subtle measures. loved that. also i teared up, and Vader was super badass, even though i spent the whole fight yelling. that was not fun.

Bode's BETRAYAL. holy gods was that masterfully done. from the late night scene at the campfire beforehand, to meeting Kata, to the entire thing where he really was just stuck between the Inquisitorius and the ISB and he did what he could to keep his family safe and all he wanted was somewhere safe to take his daughter, to the fact that Cal has absolutely gone over the edge and is just way too angry to listen and understand - this is good, this is really really good, and i am absolutely getting so many thoughts about fic now. i have ideas. expect to see them soonish.

also, finally, i changed Cal's lightsaber from white to orange (and have just now changed the design again to use the inquisitor paint materials i got), and DAMN was that a good choice. Cal in the ISB officer uniform? hot.

[lavender-laudanum]

Dragon Age Ficlet #2: Dorian V Geth

“Come here often?”

Dorian jolted and looked over his shoulder, surprised at the heavily scarred but warm hand that had suddenly appeared on his, stopping him from picking up his drink again. He turned in time to be eye-to-eye with none other than Geth Trevelyan, the Lord Inquisitor himself. The look on Geth’s face is kind, with a small, soft lopsided smile that gentled the normally fierce edges of his austere features and sharp, silvery azure eyes - a lowering of his guard that he normally only reserved for safe, quiet moments.

Interestingly enough, most of those moments happened to be when he was with Dorian.

“I thought you were in an emergency meeting? Something about Samson?" Dorian asked him, as Geth released him and sat down next to him in the corner of the tavern, accepting the usual offer of steaming green tea and a few lavender-lemon iced shortbread cookies from the attentive innkeeper, who kept them fresh daily specifically for the Lord Inquisitor - who, as far as Dorian could tell, didn't drink alcohol, or anything else aside from water and tea, at all.

“The issue isn’t going to be solved in one night, unfortunately, much like a lot of things,” Geth answered lightly, conversationally, putting a hand around his mug - probably to just feel its heat, smart enough not to immediately take a sip, as he sat back, “Besides, I don’t want to argue in circles. They can do that on their own.”

“I saw how quickly you shut them down at Haven,” Dorian nodded, approvingly, “They can be like hens, your Advisors, can’t they?”

“I liken them to cats, myself; all claws and teeth, distrustful and distant - until you get to know them, at least,” Geth smiles that crooked little smile again, eyes alight, “Though, with that feathered monstrosity Cullen wears, I see where 'hen' comes from.”

The unexpected humor started a sharp, loud laugh out of Dorian.

“You don’t like it?!”

“It is so damn obnoxious - and with that silly lion helmet he wears?” Geth grinned, pleased at the reaction, the expression making him actually look his age, instead of so much older; despite Dorian being absolutely sure that he was older than the Lord Inquisitor himself by at least a few years, though Geth had never explicitly told anyone how old he was, “But, I suppose he likes it, and it looks at least sort of warm, so I can't really fault him…"

Dorian laughed again and shook his head, glancing over his shoulder at the tavern behind him, busy and loud with the sounds of dinner. Herald’s Rest was the name of the place, and it was situated at the foot of Skyhold, near the massive staircase leading into the hold itself. Dorian thought the name was rather on the nose, and ironic since Geth didn’t seem like he particularly enjoyed it here at all; only coming into speak to the members of the Inner Circle that had made the place home. He did, rarely, share dinner here with someone, or watch Maryden the Bard's various songs from a distance, a mug of his favorite tea in hand.

“Have you eaten?” Geth asked Dorian, more serious now as he nodded at the half-empty wine glass and the bottle that was almost a third gone.

“Not yet,” Dorian answered, a little tense, a little defensive.

“And water?” Geth added.

Dorian grumbled.

This seems to both amuse and concern Geth at the same time, though the amusement was only very slight, a tiny quirk at the very corner of one side of his lip. He doesn’t respond right away, taking a sip of his tea, thoughtfully. Then, he turns and gestures to the innkeeper, who hurried over.

"What do you have from the kitchens today?" He asked, kindly, and the bartender brightened at the request.

"We have a hot game venison and vegetable stew, and fresh bread with butter, Lord Inquisitor."

"Just Geth," Geth smiled, "Two, please, for Dorian and me. And a pitcher of water."

"Of course!"

"You don't have to do that," Dorian gives Geth a look, still rather defensive, although he wasn't sure why, "How did you even know I was here?"

"A little birdie," Geth answered, in that sometimes cryptic way of his, "And I am here because I wanted to have supper with you. I couldn't find you in the library."

Dorian replied with just a suspicious look, and Geth sighed a bit.

"I'm not going to tell you to do anything you don't want to do, Dorian. You are an adult; I am not your father."

"Thank the Maker for that."

Geth snorted.

"… I don't think I've ever seen you drink," Dorian said, after a few moments, nodding at the Inquisitor's tea, "Do you, ever?"

"I was taught by the Circle how to drink with meals, mostly wine pairings, sometimes beer," Geth said with a nod, "So, I did. But I was never particularly fond of it. However, I was a smoker - I occasionally bought a pouch of smoking tobacco and rolling paper - but not since I joined the Inquisition as it's expensive and I don't want to spend the coin on it. Josephine says I'm allowed to do with my own personal funds as I like, but I still can't justify it."

"You smoked?" Dorian made a face, and Geth chuckled.

"In my defense, I'll reiterate; not since I left Ostwick to come to the Conclave, Dorian. Don't worry."

"How often would you do it?"

"Well," Geth thought about it, "I started shortly after I became a Knight-Enchanter; I'd smoke with my brother Cedric, and his best friend, Anko. At the Ostwick Circle, especially for those with high noble blood like me, we were allowed to leave and visit our families, especially if you were of a good rank. There was once I was even able to travel out of Ostwick, but that was on a single case, and it never happened again until the war."

"Why?"

"My brother," Geth explained, simply, "When I turned 18. He took me out of Ostwick to see the sea for the first time."

"Ah," Dorian nodded, "I can't imagine so little freedom."

Geth smiled a little at him, and at that moment their food arrived, the innkeeper setting steaming bowls of thick, rich stew and a pitcher of water in front of them with two glasses. He politely left them to it after Geth thanked him, a small spring in his step.

"Hold on," Dorian remembered suddenly, "You don't like eating in front of people."

"I can stand it tonight," Geth answered, picking up the pitcher to pour them water, "Here, have some of this before you eat; it'll help your appetite."

Giving in, Dorian took the filled mug of water, and the look Geth gave him was worth it.

"Why don't you?" He asked, seriously, "Eat in front of people, I mean."

"It's complicated," Geth said, "I don't like being stared at in general, and big, shuffling crowds tend to make me nervous. It's part anxiety, and part I just don't like being watched, especially not when I'm eating. I've always been like this, though, it's not a new thing."

Dorian nodded, and they ate companionably after that. Maryden had started to sing, and Geth, after eating whatever he was able to - the man was never a very good eater, and it was crowded and of course he was being at least looked at occasionally since they were sitting at the main table in the tavern - turned his seat so he could watch her and listen, sitting back with his tea again, but keeping close to Dorian as he ate his own fill.

After a while, Dorian set his food aside and turned too, watching the bard.

"Do you like her music?" Dorian asked him, after a few songs.

"I knew quite a few Mages who took up music as a hobby," Geth looked over at him, eyes gentle, "I was never very good at it. But I do enjoy listening, on occasion."

"What were your hobbies?"

"In the Circle?" Geth thought about it, "I was reader, writer, and I practiced magic - usually open combat magic, sometimes hand-to-hand. I've mentioned that I came into my magic extremely early - four years old. Having such a young, but powerful Mage on their hands made the Templars extremely interested in my training from day one; they actually wanted me to take the Harrowing at age nine, but luckily for me, First Enchanter Arkell put her foot down."

"Absolutely barbaric," Dorian shook his head with a deep frown.

"There's a reason the Mages outside Tevinter rebelled." Geth answered, simply.

"I never doubted that" Dorian assured him, kindly, following up with a different question, "What did you think about that, when it happened?"

Geth looked serious again as he thought about it.

"My gut reaction was, 'this isn't going to end well,' which ended up completely true," Geth said, after Maryden's next song had ended, Dorian waiting patiently for the rest of his answer, "My next one was that a lot of good people were going to die; also correct, of course. But after those initial thoughts… I was afraid, Dorian. So deeply afraid. Until I shook hands with the Grand Enchanter at Redcliffe and ended it, I believed that it would destroy the whole of Thedas."

"You were almost right," Dorian says, taking Geth's free hand, and squeezing, "Luckily, Thedas had you."

Geth smiled and squeezed back. "I've made mistakes."

"Maybe," Dorian answered, "Maybe not. I think you've done a better job than anyone else could have."

"Do you now?" Geth laughed a little, shaking his head, "At least I have your approval."

They looked back at Maryden, still preforming, a backdrop of merriment to contrast with the seriousness of their conversation.

"Dorian," Geth says, after a moment, very quietly, "I think you need to stop drinking."

Dorian, startled by the sudden shift in conversation, looked over at him, into the Lord Inquisitor's calm, concerned steel grey eyes, flecked with azure. While his first gut instinct was to get up and walk out (and he knew from experience Geth wouldn't chase him down), he didn't.

"What if I don't?"

Geth, like he'd expected that, sighed heavily.

"I'm not going to threaten you, Dorian."

"I didn't think you would," Dorian says, looking back at Maryden, so Geth couldn't see the look on his face - he'd seen Geth confront members of the Inner Circle before. His reaction to Rainier's betrayal, which was the first thing he thought of, had been incredible. No other man in their mighty Lord Inquisitor's position would have let the man live, let alone continue to serve the Inquisition as a trusted and beloved member of his closest guard. Rainier himself had been stunned, of course. Dorian could hear him sniffling sometimes, while they'd been on the same team, out beating back Corypheus and his minions.

"Good," Geth says, "Because I would never threaten you. I'm not going to be that person in your life."

Dorian doesn't know how to respond to that - but that was a feeling he often had with Geth. Geth's approach to things, at first, didn't make any sense, but eventually it just hit people, like Dorian himself, like a hard knock to the head. Geth had a "method to the mad," as he often called it, which when questioned, meant that he saw everything he did against Corypheus like a chessboard - relationships, plans of attack, judgements he's done at Skyhold, every decision he made… there was always a plan.

Sometimes it scared Dorian, how these plans sometimes came together - with no one but Geth ever seeing it coming.

"Cole told me," Geth finally added, breaking the somewhat long silence, "Up at the library, when I was looking for you. He implied you were here."

"Ah."

Geth nodded, sitting back again, giving Dorian's hand another gentle squeeze.

"Are you willing to stop drinking, Dorian?" Geth asked him, after a moment, keeping an eye on Maryden who was about to start her next song; maybe to show Dorian that he wasn't going to make a scene at his response, "If you aren't, that's all right - I will not force you; I am not your keeper, nor do I want to be. However, as your friend, as your partner, and maybe as Lord Inquisitor, I have to bring this up, for both our sake's."

It made sense, as much as Dorian didn't want to admit it. Geth had never seen him get drunk; in fact, he made sure - that was probably what tipped him off in the first place. They hadn't really discussed it before, either; Geth had probably waited it out to see what, explicitly, the problem was. And by leveraging his position as Lord Inquisitor, made the inquiry a little bit more difficult to avoid.

People lied to Geth, all the time. No one lied to the Lord Inquisitor, ever.

Dorian sighed, sitting back with him. "What do you want me to do, specifically, Geth?"

"Stop drinking," Geth answered, simply, "But more precisely? I want you to confront what makes you do it in the first place."

Maker give him strength - who says this kind of shit to people?

The look on Dorian's face must have said it, because Geth looks over at him with another small, crooked smile.

"I do," He says, to answer the unspoken question, "I do, Dorian. And I'm going to keep doing it. For you and for anyone else who needs to hear it."

"Why do you care, Geth?"

Geth looked over at him, sharply now. "What do you mean?"

"You care," Dorian says, seriously, meeting the other man's eyes, "So much. I knew that from the second I met you in Redcliffe. You sacrificed yourself at Haven to keep everyone alive, without a second thought when you walked out the doors of the Chantry to face Corypheus and his Archdemon alone. Then you became Inquisitor, and that just made you somehow care more."

Geth looked startled for a moment, then, incredibly, started to laugh.

"This is why I wish I was never made Lord Inquisitor," Geth finally stopped laughing, shaking his head, still chuckling a bit as he added, "Maker, I swear - Dorian, love; I do care. Yes, I care a lot - particularly about you. But it's not - you all act like no one else cares, not even yourselves. The care you see me putting into everyone, everything, the Inquisition? I do that because not only do I care, I see that everyone else here cares, too - it would be spitting in their faces, and in the faces of those who've died fighting Corypheus, if I didn't put in the same effort, if not more effort, into the cause."

Dorian didn’t answer immediately, and Geth continued, easily.

"Cassandra stood up for me in front of the Chantry, and then made me Lord Inquisitor because she trusts me above all else, not only to lead, to make good decisions, but to stop Corypheus," Geth said, making Dorian look back at him, "Cullen trusts me with the lives of countless men and women, and so does Leliana, to a fault. Blackwall - Rainier - gave up his seclusion and ultimately told us all his truth, publicly and without shame, and saved all our lives. The Iron Bull gave up who he thought he was for the Inquisition, for me. Cole helps us all keep sane and remember how to feel, despite being a spirit. Sera - Sera is here, still here, despite being only nineteen, and hating everything about magic and Demons, and yet. Solas is one of the wisest and most dedicated Mages I've ever met. Varric is here despite his wishes, despite everything, and stays because he wants to help us put Thedas right. Vivienne, despite our difficulties personally, is a powerful, powerful mage who lends her expertise in politics to me - do you think I would have made it in Orlais without her? Absolutely not - the Game, Orlais, would have eaten me alive. And you, you Dorian…"

Dorian held his breath, though he wasn't really sure why.

"Before you even came to the Inquisition, to me, you were helping," Geth says, "You tracked down Alexius, your mentor, and when you realized what he was up to, you knew it was wrong, and you came to us. You told us the truth, even knowing it would make you a target. You were the one who went through that time-traveling debacle with me, you saw firsthand what was happening and what would happen if we failed, if I failed - and you follow me to this day, to right now, regardless. Then, even after all that, you still joined the Inquisition despite being spat at and worse since you got to my side. You call yourself selfish, Dorian - but you're not. You're not selfish, you are genuine; by far one of the most genuine people I've ever met."

As he finished speaking, Geth tightened his grasp over Dorian's hand. "… That is why I care, and will always care. Because of all of you."

[secondsister-a]

𝐒𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍, more than she ever remembered in the galaxy. Too long had her vision been washed in red, bled crimson through the narrow slit of her helmet. Trilla almost missed its familiarity, the degree of separation it lent between her and the rest of the world. Not to mention everything was too bright without it. 

Brighter still was the flash of green in her periphery ------- not the dull, washed out tones of Bogano grass, but a sickly, acid hue. 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙼𝙰𝙶𝙸𝙲𝙺.. She turned, and the space was empty; then another spark drew her eyes to the cliffs above before it, too, was gone. Either the witch had a sense of humor, or something against standing still. 

“I can sense you, you know.”

@asisteralone​

[ourdawncomes]

@skyheld​ asked: What were their living arrangements in Haven (and in Skyhold if you've thought of any changes to the in-game quarters) for Thora!

Living space was tight in Haven, and although being Herald afforded her some privilege, she did share her room. Her first roommate was her cousin, Cadri, who was allowed to remain at Thora’s side by Leliana. Given the threats on her life and the remaining disdain for her supposed role in the Divine’s death, having someone she trusted with her helped her rest easy. Her other roommates were Leliana’s agents, vetted and often absent, although there always seemed to be one around to keep watch at night.

She had very little in the way of personal belongings at Haven, anything not on her person was destroyed by the Breach. From her unconscious body Cassandra recovers a handwritten book containing highlights from the Noladar Anthology of Dwarven Poetry, a half-written report addressed to the Dasher that was interrupted by the beginning of Corypheus’ ritual, a Carta dagger, and a change of clothes. Everything save the report to the Dasher was returned to her when she awoke. Her bedside table never got much more crowded than that, either. She was afraid to own things in Haven, and perhaps rightly so. Though in Val Royeaux she did collect a few more books, eventually lost when Corypheus attacked (the Anthology survived, albeit damaged, because it apparently has the same luck she does). Thora spent very little time in her room in Haven, not liking the idea of people knowing she was in there, and so tended to occupy her time with everything from work to getting to know the people around her.

As for Skyhold, it does very much resemble the one we see in-game. You can see an edit I made of it from her game here. The most important thing to note about Thora’s quarters in Skyhold is that it’s all built to accommodate her. The settee, the bed, the desk, are all made with a dwarf in mind. Her bed’s design is dwarven, albeit with feathers instead of rocks as a mattress. Furniture like the book shelf comes with a ladder to reach high shelves. She likes to entertain friends (she’s not sure why else she’d need such a big room) and she does wring her hands about her furniture being comfortable, but most of her company don’t seem to mind-- or are at least too polite to say anything.

Her decoration lacks some of the details we see in Inquisition. She doesn’t play any instruments nor are there any banners in sight. She keeps the weird owl statue, she’s not really sure what else to do with it. Thora asks Solas for a mural in the style of the ones he draws in the rotunda, which substitutes the generic one that’s painted over the bed. She asks for something that history likely won’t remember about them, but that neither of them will forget. Months later, decides upon a stylised depiction of a memory he told her-- the dwarf who stepped, shaking into sunlight for the first time in their lives-- which had moved her to tears. After the events of “The Callback” in Tevinter Nights it’s the only one of his murals that survives. Her choice in stained glass is the Avvar design, as she finds the image of the Frostback Mountains fitting for the view.

In Skyhold she starts to own things, most notable is her personal library. Many are for the purpose of studying, as the game progresses she learns enough about nobility and the arcane to utilise her knowledge as Inquisitor, and she’s a student of language, too. Thora taught herself some ancient dwarven prior to becoming Herald, and continues the pursuit as Inquisitor, later going on to learn Orlesian and Elven, although she’s hardly fluent in the latter two. There is a significant collection of books purchased for her pleasure, however. She finally owns an official, complete edition of the Noladar Anthology, among other dwarven literature she was never able to read in full as a Carta dwarf. There’s a small collection of romance books and history books, ones not necessarily relevant to her duties. She becomes a big reader of Genitivi.

She collects a lot of little things from their travels. These knick-knacks include items like a carving of a nug she bought from one of the Fairbank’s refugees and a rung of necklaces which aren’t useful enough for her to wear into battle but she’s too attached to to pawn. Should anyone in the Inquisition gift her with anything, it will have a place of pride either on her bookshelves, upon the mantle, or on her desk. Examples of this would be small paintings Solas has done (her favourite is one of her war nug, Moroc, and Solas’ hart) and Cole likes to leave flowers which she sometimes presses. Small signs of those she’s closest to in the Inquisition can be spotted in her quarters, be it Cadri’s empty mugs or (after the events of the main game) red wolf hairs courtesy of Ian.

In short, Thora makes a home of her room in Skyhold in ways she doesn’t in Haven. It’s really the first room she’s ever had, and she makes the most of it.

[anadelaney79]

Midnight fire

Summary: You can't deny yourself to a man like James Delaney.

Pairing: James Delaney x Reader

Words: 6.5k

Warnings: 18+ Sex (p in v). Inappropriate Language. A bit of violence

A/N: As usual, I'm really sorry about all the spelling mistakes, as english is not my main language.

Title: Midnight fire

The night was deep, silent. You were cold, barefoot in the middle of the kitchen, drinking a glass of warm milk. You couldn't sleep. You've been sleepless all week, feeling his presence. You knew he was trying to reach for you. But you didn't want him. Not in that way.

The slam of the front door closing made you shudder. He was here, coming in like if everything, everywhere and everyone was his dominion. His footsteps down the hallway quickened your breathing. He broke into the kitchen like if there is something that's bothering him, on the brink of madness. You expected that. You've been waiting for this moment all week. His eyes pure fire, his lips bright and puffed, his fists containing anger and raby, his chest swelling with each breathing.

He tossed his hat aside and began to unbotton his coat, staring at you and not saying a word. The only sound in the room was the heavy breathings, mingling into one, both of you iluminated by the fireplace. You clung to the counter, as if waiting for the hurricane.

"You…" was all he said through clenched teeth. "What the hell do you think you are doing?", her index finger wrapped in her leather glove pointing at you, inquisitor.

"James, if you have any sense..." you said, almost inaudible.

A kick flew, rolling a chair next to him across the floor.

"People who do not know me soon come to understand that I do not have any sense", he murmured, as if nothing had happened.

He took off his coat and then, layer by layer, the rest of his clothes, slowly and without taking his eyes off you. Your body vibrated, as if fear and uncontrollable desire condensed deep in your belly. The desire to flee and to pounce on him, licking every inch of his skin, were the same.

"What are you doing?" you asked, but you knew the answer.

Black tattoos peeked out as, one by one, the buttons on his shirt were undone, coming down to a side of his neck and going down, forming an intricate geometric figure on his chest and on his arm.

You've never seen anything like it. His skin shone with the nervous light of the unruly fire. Your nipples perked up under the fine cotton nightgown. The moisture between your legs began to make you restless, seeking release.

"James..."

"Hush," he whispered, his heavy eyelids closing slightly. "You will learn not to close yourself from me anymore. You…" he finished taking off his shirt "…you are mine."

"No," your mouth said, though your body writhed with desire, "I am not yours, James Delaney."

He walked without a word and with long strides to you, your skin was fire between in the light nightgown. The scent of his skin reached your nostrils, running through you. His eyes swept over you as he growled like a wild beast admiring his helpless prey.

"I'm not afraid of you"… the words came softly out of your mouth.

"That we will see". The words just came out of his mouth when his whole body avalanched on yours. In one quick, firm motion, he imprisoned your body against a wall, your cheek against the cold tiles. He brought your arms over your head and gripped your wrists with one of his huge hands.

"You are hurting me!" you said in a sob.

"And you still haven't seen anything," he whispered in your ear. Your skin prickled at the feel of his lips on your earlobe, his tongue licking the skin of your ear and working its way down, biting hard into the delicate flesh between your shoulder and neck.

You felt his other hand on your thigh, lifting the fabric of your nightgown with difficulty.

"You will feel me. And you will not deny yourself to me anymore."

You instinctively lifted your hips to allow him entry, which was immediate. Pinned down with his hand on your wrists, above your head, you felt the tip of his erection force its way between your legs.

"No!" you cry out, but you were not resisting.

"No?", he sneered at you. "Tell me you don't want it and I'll stop"

But you didn't say a word. You loved it as much as he did. You needed it. You longed for it and even though you knew it wasn't right, you wanted it.

The wetness in your pussy welcomed him warmly, and he moaned with pleasure.

"Fuck…" he let out between his teeth before starting to move like an animal inside of you. Your walls coupled as best as they could to the tremendous invasion of his hard member, which lashed out mercilessly. He released your wrists pulling hard on your hair instead. With your head tilted back he sought your lips with his, without kissing them. Your moans turned into cries of pleasure, releasing all the tension.

"This is you" he said in his deep, unchanging voice. "This is us..." His other hand flew to your mouth, and you licked his fingers, rough and dirty. His scent permeated your skin, sweat drops moistening your hips as they slid down his torso.

Unintelligible words left his mouth and he turned your body to him with one hand, forcing your hip. Your back arched off the wall and your leg got tangled on his hip. You clung to the back of his neck and scratched at his skin with your fingernails impatiently, making him hurt. His eyes looked for yours, dark with desire, and his tongue tangled with yours desperately. Your moans merged with his growls, your skin merged with his skin, his essence and yours were one.

His hand flew to your throat, pressing his fingers into it with increasing strength. You opened your eyes. Fear washed over you, and you sought his gaze.

"Don't…" you started to say.

"Do not think," he interrupted you. "We are not good at thinking."

You felt your face get red as his fingers apply more and more pressure on your throat, the air running out of your lungs. All of your senses heightened, you could feel the blood pumping in your ears, your pussy pulsing around his cock, making it wetter, allowing the two of you to slide like the most perfect and violent sonnet.

An animal scream tore from your chest, and you almost didn't recognize your voice as the most impetuous orgasm pierced through you like a flaming dagger. His arrhythmic and uncontrolled thrusts united to your beating cunt milking his member, giving you the pearly and warm liquid from the depths of his being like a treasure. You whole body trembled, and you felt his teeth sinking into the flesh of your neck.

He came out of you and you felt his slimy liquid spilling between your thighs with a sigh. He let his warm forehead rest on your chest. But you couldn't move. You didn't want to either. You kenw it would be the beginning of everything, and that was the real fear.

[botnasty]

The Devil Inside The Walls

Soft!Dark!Priest!Bucky Barnes X Kinda Innocent!F!Reader

Summary: You never know who someone really is.

Words: 3,1k words (Probably the longest thing I’ve ever written. Hope you enjoy!)

Warning: Angst I think, Smut (Oral male, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex remember to wrap it before you tape bots!, marking), pet name (dear), some dark element, bad religion reference, kinda innocent reader.

PS: This fic takes place in 1599 in Europe! Also if I’m missing something in the warning please tell me. I’m still new to this.

Please DNI if you are under 18! This is an 18+ blog!

Also, please don’t steal my work, on any other platform, unless you have my authorisation

The shouts coming from the small courtroom of the village could be heard miles away. Everyone in this small village of less than 100 people was already stressed from all the evil happening for the last few months, but the arrival of Inquisitor Steve made things even more tense. The arrival of an Inquisitor in a village could only mean one thing: witches.

People were shouting left and right accusations to the one person everyone blamed for all the misfortune: you. You, the person everyone in the community loved to death because of how charitable and good you were. You who, almost every night, helped the priest of the village, Bucky, for the ceremony the next day. You who certainly weren’t a witch.

But desperate time came desperate measure and, ever since, John Walker, a man who you rejected his avance, told the community he saw you next to a goat, dancing with the Devil, everyone turned their back on you. They are now saying that all that innocence was just to hide the fact that you were bedding the Devil.

“Silence!” Screamed Inquisitor Rogers as he slapped his hand on the wood altar. He stood in front of the community, his face cold as ice and stoic as stone. You couldn’t lie, he was a very attractive man, but all that attractiveness couldn’t hide the fact that he was a murderer, someone who has killed and tortured many woman just because of some untrue rumors. 

Everyone calmed down and took a seat on the wooden benches of the court. You could feel all their eyes on you as you stood in front of the altar, shackled and forced on your knees. You felt humiliated, weak in this state and all you could do is look at the ground and mutter prayers to survive this nightmare.

Next to you stood Father James Barnes in his black robe. He too had an unreadable expression on his face. 

“We are all reunited here, on this Sunday, to rid of the evil that has fallen upon your village.” Started saying the Inquisitor. “For days, I have listened to your worries and have come to the horrible conclusion: a witch resides in those walls.” You whimpered a sob while listening to his speech. 

Inquisitor Steve pointed to John. “You, sir, have told me you saw her lay with the Devil.” He pointed to a woman. “You too, told me you saw her walk next to him. Many of you have told me the same thing, thus making it clear that she...” He pointed at you with glare. “Is a witch.”

You crawled closer to the altar, your fingers interlaced, begging to the man. “Please! I can’t be one! I would never lay with the Devil. I believe that our Almighty is good, I go to church almost every day! Please!” Tears were falling and falling down your cheeks, never stopping.

You turned around and pointed at Father James.``And-And he can vouch for me. I’m with him almost all the time and also every night.” You crawled towards him and grabbed his black robe in your hand. “Please, Father. Please tell them what they are saying isn’t true!” You begged the man, your teary eyes looking into his blue one. The ones you used to love getting lost in.

He didn’t say a thing. He just looked at you, grabbed his robe and tugged it out of your grasp. You whimpered, all your hope to live was now gone. You felt helpless. You now had to get ready for your death. You looked down at the wooden floor, not knowing what to do. 

“Looks like this answers our questions.” Said the Inquisitor. “You are hereby accused of witchery and to have to turn your back against God. You will be sentenced to burn at the stake tomorrow at noon.” Everyone in the room cheered. You looked up and you even saw your own family with a smile and relief on their face. Seeing all of them happy for your death when you did nothing made you feel pure anger. You wish they would all burn in your place.

Father James took your forearm and made you get up. You could barely feel your legs anymore because you were on the ground for long, but you didn’t care. You wanted to get away from everyone in this god forsaken room.

“They can all rot in hell…” You muttered in your breath as Bucky led you to the basement, where the prison cells were. 

Bucky looked at you. “What did you say?” You glared at him not responding. It was as much his fault that you were in this position. You thought he was a good man, hell you had even developed a small crush even if you knew you would never be able to be with him.

With his keys, he opened the iron door and gently led you into the cell. “I’m gonna take off your cuffs now.” He said gently. You turned around and presented your bound hands to him. When you were finally free, you rubbed your red wrist and backed into the cell until your back touched the wet stone wall. You fell down on the ground as the door closed. 

Father James was about to leave when you finally spoke to him. “Why did you lie?” He turned around, confusion on his face, making you scoff. He knew what he did. He sentenced you to death by saying nothing during the trial when he knew very well you were saying the truth. “Stop playing innocent, Father. Why didn’t you say anything?”

Slowly a smirk emerged on his face, making you confused. “But… Where is the amusement in that, my dear?” You let your arm fall down, in shock, your mouth wide open. “Close your mouth unless you want something in it, dear.” You were frozen, never would you have thought that Father James, the most innocent kind person you know would say such a thing.

“Father…?”

He rolled his eyes. “You naive naive little girl. There never was any Father James.” Both of his hands grabbed an iron and licked his lips while looking at your body.

It’s when everything clicked. You were maybe innocent, but not dumb. “You are Him.” You whispered. Crawled away from the bars. Away from him. “You are the Devil.”

He slowly clapped his hand. “You got that right, my dear. Took you long enough.” Suddenly, his blue eyes changed to all black, making you gasp. He grinned at that.

You looked down for a moment before asking him the question that kept on repeating itself in your mind. “But… Why me? I have never sinned, how come you are targeting me?” 

Father James or… whoever, tightened his grip on the bars. “I got jealous of the Almighty bastard. I watched you everyday go to church worshiping him and I wanted that. I wanted someone to worship me. I wanted you to worship me. So… I did what anyone would do.” He shrugged, his black as night eyes never leaving you.

You were now even more confused. “But if you wanted me to worship you, why let me die?”

He shook his head.”Oh dear, I’m not going to let you die. I would burn this entire village down before that happened. I just wanted to make you realise how bad your “God” really is…”

“So that, in the end, I would crawl to you.” He grinned exposing his sharp teeth and he nodded. You shivered at the sight, but you couldn't help but be curious of him. You knew him in his role as Father James, but a part of you wanted to know him, the real him.

You didn’t know what was happening. If it was his doing, but at that moment, you would do anything to join him, to be near him. You would even renounce your God and worship him like he wanted if it meant to be closer to him.

He licked his lips. “Now, if you really don’t want to die, you just have to do one thing.” He said. Desperate because you didn’t want to die in the most horrible way and because you still had a long way to go, you crawled toward him and grabbed his black robe the same way you did before.

“I’ll do anything, please. I don’t wanna die.”

He crouched down so that his face would be at the same level as yours and you couldn't help but admire him. He really was one fine man and now you understood where all that beauty was from. It was to attract people and bring them at his mercy, just like you were doing right now.

James quickly opened the cell door with his key. You backed away from it, so he could open and get inside. “You’ll do anything?” You nodded. “So you’ll be mine?” Something in your face must have given away your answers because he smiled. “Yeah? You’ll be mine, my dear? Just have to do one thing.”

“Get over here, on your knees.” You crawled in front of him and watched him as he got rid of the pants under his robe. You gasped at what he was doing. You had heard from your mom and fellow girl friends of what sex was, but you being you had never experienced it. You wanted to wait after marriage. Father James? brought his hand to his cock and rubbed it up and down letting out a loud groan while doing so. His cock was completely red and engorged, the tip in a deep shade of red with precum dripping out. He must have been hard for a long time. 

That wasn’t the first penis you’ve seen but it was the biggest. “You’re so big…” You let out, making him laugh.

“I know, dear. Now come, put your mouth on it and suck.” And you did. You wrapped your lips around the tip and sucked. Your tongue licked the precum on the tip and that’s when you decided that this was now your favorite thing. 

You put your hand on his thighs and tried to take more of him in your mouth. You heard a loud groan coming from the man. When you look up, your eyes widen. His head was thrown back, but you could see a glimpse of two horns on the top of his head.

“You’re so good at this, dear.” He looked back down at you as you sucked his cock in and out of your mouth, your hand taking a hold of the base of his cock, the other going to his balls to play and tug them. “Are you sure you’ve never done this before?” He teases you. You tried your best to shake your head and say no but your mouth was stuffed with him.

You hollow your cheeks and tried to take even more, but you gagged while doing so. You pulled your mouth away to take a deep breath and went back to it. “Fuck, you are so good, my dear. So good.” One of his hands went at the back of your neck and he pushed you closer so you would take more. You gagged, but with his hand there, you had to endure it.

“I’m gonna cum  and you’re gonna swallow it all, okay?” You tried nodding but to no avail. You sucked harder, your goal now was to bring him to his peak. Your eyes widened when you felt his cock twitch in your mouth and ropes of sticky fluids going in your throat. James? tightened his grip on your neck as he groaned. You pumped the base with your hand to try to get it all in your mouth before swallowing the cum.

You got off his cock with a gasp and licked your lips to get rid of the drool. James? growled and took your neck in his hands and forcefully pulled you to your feet. “I knew you would be perfect, my little dear.” And he kissed you. Your first ever kiss. You place your hand on his shoulder to steady yourself before trying to kiss him back. 

James? let go of your mouth. “Oh, honey. You have so many things to learn.”

He tried to go for a kiss again when you stopped him by pulling on his horns. He moaned at that, making you mentally note that they are probably sensitive. “What-What do I call you?” You asked him, looking back and forth his eyes. 

You saw his eyes soften for a brief moment. “Bucky. You can call me Bucky, dear.” And he placed his mouth back on yours. His hand went on your still covered boobs and yelped when he pitched your nipples through the fabrics. With this, he was able to put his tongue inside your mouth. 

When he let go of you, he took a step back. “Get undressed, dear.” You slowly, with a shaking hand, got rid of your dirty dress. When it fell to the floor, you quickly went to cover your now naked breast and pussy.

Bucky grabbed your arm and slowly pushed them to your side. “Let me see what’s mine, dear.” He looked you up and down. “You are so beautiful.” You looked down, your face felt like it was on fire. From embarrassment? Lust? You didn’t know.

You moaned when you felt one of his fingers touch your fold and rub gently your small pearl. “You are so wet.” He rubs a small circle on your clit, making you grab his arm, and then goes to play with your wetness. He rubbed up and down before dipping his finger inside of you, you tensed at the intrusion. 

He kissed your cheeks and whispered small sweet words in your ear. For the Devil, he was acting very sweet to you. He wasn’t what everyone kept on repeating all your life, what the Bible said. He acted far from the cruel man who would have probably killed you and brought you with him to Hell. But, maybe, he was just acting that way to get what he wanted, your purity, before leaving you to burn.

His finger slid in and out of you, rubbing your velvet wall. When his finger brushed against a sensitive spot, you let out a moan that you immediately tried to muffled with your hand. Bucky glares at you and with his other hand grabbed your wrist and pushed your arm back  at your side.

“Let me hear you, my dear. Let me hear what’s mine.” He pushed another finger inside your tight virgin hole. It was uncomfortable for a moment, but the second he started thrusting them inside and out, that uncomfortness easily became pleasure. 

You couldn’t feel your legs as his finger kept on thrusting inside your pussy, always touching that small spot. You placed your hands on his shoulder to keep you straight as you threw your head back. You unintentionally buckled your hips to get more friction. It was too much, you could feel something build up inside of you.

“Bucky!” You almost screamed as you felt all the tension inside your body let loose and you came on his two fingers. You could feel some of your slick dripping down your thighs. 

“Fuck, I can’t wait to make you mine.” He growled and pulled his finger out of your pussy. “I have to get inside you.” He pushed you against the cold stonewall of the cell, lifted you up in the air and wrapped your thighs around his waist. You moaned when you felt his cock rubbed against your wet fold. 

You threw your head back when his tip touched your sensitive clit. Everything was too much for you. Never in your life had you felt that much pleasure. You’re hand wiggled around, trying to find something to hold, but you settled by grabbing his horns.

Bucky grunted and took his cock in his hand before pushing it inside your pussy. It didn’t hurt like you thought it would. You had heard from other girls in the village that their first time was painful, but you felt nothing but pleasure. Sure, you felt a little sting when his cock fully settled itself inside your tight wall, but after that it was pure pleasure.

You looked at the man in front of you, your mouth wide open. “Bucky… Too good,” You touched his horn up and down, but gripped them when you felt his cock slide back before sliding back inside you with a harsh thrust.

“Fuck…” The Devil swore. “You’re perfect. So perfect.” You buckled each time Bucky slid his cock back inside of you. He was fucking you hard and fast, making it impossible for you to think at this moment.

He bent down as he pumped his dick in and out of you and placed his head on the crook of your neck. “Don’t you know how long I’ve waited to have this pussy, dear?” You cried out. “So long, so goddamn long.” Then, he tugged on your hair, making you arch your back and exposed your neck to him.

“You’re mine now.” He placed a small kiss on your neck. “Forever.” He sucked on the place where your neck met your shoulder before biting in it hard with his teeth.

That made you scream out loud and gush right on his cock and balls. Your pussy clenched around him and that made his climax triggered. Bucky let out a loud groan and filled your womb and pussy wall with his cum. He rolled his hips a little to let it all out before releasing your neck. You collapsed against his chest, breathing hard.

“Bucky…” Was all you could as he licked the blood coming out of his bite.

“Mine.” He whispered as he trailed the kiss from your neck to your mouth.

Suddenly, a scream coming from the outside of the courtroom made you push him away with his horns. As more screams made their way, you started to panic in his arms. “Put me down, Bucky.” More scream. “Put me down, now!”

When he finally did, his cock sliding out of you, making you clench at the loss but you didn’t care. You had to know what was going on outside those walls.You went and looked at the barred  window that led to the outside. You were shocked to find your whole village on fire, people running around with flames on their body and clothes.

You let a tear fall down as you watched everyone you could fall on the ground one after another.

You jumped when you felt arms wrapping themselves around your waist. Bucky kissed your mark, then cheeks before whispering in your ear words that finally made you realize what you did.

“I told you I would burn this entire village down before they could kill you.”

Note: Thank you so much for reading!! I’m still working on my smut writing, but I hope it was good :)

Please feel free to reblog and tell me what you think!

Also, I’m really sorry if there are a lot of mistakes, English isn’t my first language.

[gizkalord]

fast review of ep 3 and a few big picture thoughts now that we’re halfway through (spoilers ahead!)

the good:

THE RETURN OF THE KING (haydenkin). more fever dream/vision anakin please

good scenes between obi-wan and leia. their discussion about their respective parents was really nice

i would have liked a bit deeper of a dig into what it meant for him to give up his parents, as a contrast with anakin’s arc with his mother. obi-wan expresses sadness of having to leave them behind—are these feelings he’s always had/acknowledged? or have they only been brought to the forefront because of what happened to anakin? does he wonder if separating anakin from his mother played a role in his fall? basically how has his thinking in these regards changed?

still think reva was either a youngling who escaped the temple and resents having been a jedi/obi-wan for not killing vader, or she resents the order for never taking her in. her reaction to the carved order symbol was way too passionate/personal.

i am certain this is going to start coming out when she interacts with leia because this whole situation will somehow parallel her own childhood hang-ups

inquisitors jockeying for favor!!! fantastic

SO glad tala is a good guy

the secret bunker was v cool

QUINLAN VOS

vader burning obi-wan as revenge is 10/10 on brand we love to see it

very cool contrast of obi-wan being proficient with his blaster but very bad with his lightsaber

interesting that he lets obi-wan go at the end? just the way it was shot made it seem like he was thinking something. probably some combination of him being disappointed in obi-wan or not satisfied with how his revenge fantasy was playing out lmao

the bad/neutral:

the sets are kinda meh, just feels a bit cheap at places, which sucks because i feel star wars without good set design is like star wars without a good soundtrack lol. i think mandalorian has had the best showing for set design for live action, but overall both tbobf and now obi-wan have had underwhelming set design. vader’s castle interior was particularly bad. i’m sure it has to do with tv production constraints, but honestly this is another reason why i’ve preferred animated star wars tv this whole time.

going off of my desire to see more of obi-wan’s feelings towards his parents, in general i would like a bit more thematic callback to the prequels. what mistakes does obi-wan believe he made? how does that relate to the jedi order’s issues as presented by the prequels? does he believe the jedi made any mistakes, or is he shifting all the blame to himself? any show that purports to be about obi-wan and anakin’s relationship and anakin’s fall should honestly be discussing those issues.

anyways entirely possible we’ll get more on it, now that obi-wan has physically encountered vader

there’s a bit of flatness overall—again, i think it might be a combination of tv budget and me feeling like they’re not fully committing to digging into the real meat. i still think this show is going well though!

precocious children are tricky to write, and this show has demonstrated that lol. maybe my standards for kid character writing are higher this morning because i was watching stranger things 4 last night.

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My Little Rebel - Inquisitor!Cal Kestis x Female Rebel!Reader | Part 14

Summary: After getting a new leg installed, you travel into the depths of Coruscants night life and find yourself in a surprising scenario.

Warnings: hints of nsfw, alcohol consumption

(Keep in mind Cal is aged up to 19)

Quick note: This original post had an nsfw scene in it, I’ve taken it out because I feel like it doesn’t fit the story well at all. I’ve still implied that something happened, but you can perceive it however you want.

The sounds were so deafening, silence flooded your mind and you hated it. High pitched ringing rattled around your ears and pierced your ability to hear for a while after it stopped. You can’t remember the last time you opened your eyes, the light slid through your lashes and you felt like you might’ve been something other than alive. You could still feel your heart beat, you still sucked in weak breaths of air through your nose.

The first thing you smelled was metal, thick stench of silver varnish, polish and gasoline. You wanted to gag but something about being it seemed to calm you down, you felt like you were back on Yavin again but you knew you weren’t. Your fingers twitched and you opened your eyes slowly, immediately shutting them back over when you tealised two big bright lamps were bent over your still form which seemed to be lying on a leather made bed, a medical bed.

You weren’t in the Mantis, that’s for sure. The last thing you remembered was falling down after getting your leg cut clean off, after that everything was black.

“She’s waking” You heard a foreign voice speak, clearly there was people in the room spectating you as you slept. You attempted to open your eyes once more and squinted them instead of closing them over, your arms moving beside your waist to push yourself up and regain full consciousness.

As soon as your eyes adjusted to the light of the lamps looking down on you, they focused on the brand new shiny leg, replacing the one that was cut off. Only then did you realise just how much of your leg you lost, the metal started right at your v line and was attached to a metal brace that was wrapped right around your hips.

“Where am I?” Was your immediate response to your surroundings, shifting your position so your legs dangled off the bed and you held your head to avoid getting a headache due to how quickly you had woken.

“Hiding in the lower levels of Coruscant” Cere’s soft voice called out, the sound of chair legs scraping against the concrete floor before her face appeared in front of you. Cere was slightly lower than you due to how tall the bed was, looking up at you with her beautiful brown eyes and trying to avoid staring so much at your new leg. Processing her words, you let out a soft hum in response and blinked a few times to adjust to the light.

“We were lucky enough to find a mechanic who fixed you up, the leg should take a few days to get used to” Cere informed you in a serene voice, resting a hand on your knee on your real leg and reaching out her other one to hold your hand. You nodded your head at her words and looked up to find that Merrin was fast asleep in the corner, sitting on a chair with her arms folded and head tilted slightly to the side.

“Everyone’s asleep, the time’s 10 at night, I’d get more rest if I were you” You turned your head to meet the eyes of a young man, around the age of 18 with scruffy, curly hair and a face that was patched with oil and polish. Clearly he was the one that fixed you up.

“Thanks” You smiled at him, watching as he wiped his hands with a clean cloth after rinsing them under a tap which was in the corner of the room.

“It’s no bother, just don’t walk around too much just yet, this’ll take a while getting used to” The young mechanic said, chucking the dirty rag somewhere random and walking up to tell you more about your new metal leg.

“It’s made of Alum, commonly used for Mandalorian armour so it should stay intact for a few years. You can move it around, it’s attached your nerve endings to the legs so it shouldn’t be too difficult to find your way around it” He explained calmly, getting down on one knee in front of you and holding your ankle.

“If you may, I’d like to test the flexibility” He offered with a kind smile, earning a blush from you as you nodded your head and let him do what he had to do.

He stretched your leg out as if it were your other one, his hand holding down the robotic legs knee as the other one cupped your ankle, strething it so it was level with your hip and making sure he wasn’t going too far. You felt strange, it was as if you felt his fingers ghost on where your ankle should be, you never knew what it felt like to have a fake limb but here you were. Recklessness got you here and taught you a valuable lesson.

You were surprised you weren’t as shocked and as heartbroken as you should’ve been, you were pretty laid back about losing a leg, that says a lot about you. But you’re a Jedi after all, Jedi shouldn’t be scared and that’s one thing you aren’t. So you blame it on that.

Plus, it looks cool as hell. When people notice that one of your legs isn’t natural they’ll probably stay away from you, which is a good thing. Intimidation might be the way to go through to restoring the Jedi temple, you want people to avoid you and this was the first step of doing so. But still, a part of you felt pissed off because your real leg was sitting around somewhere in the holocron vault.

“How does it feel?” The mechanic asked, stretching it further. You felt strange around the area where your ham strings should be, he did say he wracked your nerve endings with the legs ones so it made sense as to how you could still feel everything.

“It feels normal, not sore” You replied, wriggling your robotics toes and rolling your ankle to test it’s flexibility.

“That’s good! If you’re ready, try standing up” He got off his knee and stood up, dusting his trousers off and reaching out for your hand.

You were reluctant to take it at first, your eyes flickering to Cere who nodded at you in encouragement. “You can do this” She smiled.

Taking his hand, you lean forward and hike yourself up onto your feet. Instantly, you crashed down onto the floor and thankfully landed on your hands instead of your face, saving you a few other instalments.

“Thought that might happen, it’ll take some time to walk straight” Cere informed you, looking at the mechanic who nodded his head at her statement and helped you back on your feet, this time holding your arm whilst Cere held your other.

“This is so weird” You sighed, closing your eyes briefly to gather your thoughts and gain the strength to take your first step on your new leg.

“It will be, dear” Cere assured you softly, rubbing your shoulder before helping you sit back down on the bed you woke up on, patting your back before leaning down and pressing a motherly kiss on your head. You smiled at her gratitude and squeezed her hand before letting her go back to sitting down beside Merrin who was still fast asleep.

-

Some time had passed and it was coming up to 11:30, Cere was asleep and so was Merrin but you were wide awake, getting used to walking around with a new leg and having the support of the mechanic who kindly gave you a crutch if you were to ever fall over.

You paced around the workshop for some time, using the crutch and waddling about till the pain in your leg went away and the nerves got comfortable enough to let you walk around without any trouble. Sleep wasn’t something you craved at that exact moment so you decided that sneaking out and finding clues about your past would be useful.

“Hey listen, have you seen a lightsaber around here?” You asked the mechanic whilst walking up to him without the crutch but still holding it in your hand, watching as his expression changed from emotionless to surprised.

“You’re the owner of that thing? Here I was thinking the Jedi were extinct!” He exclaimed with a delightful tone, grabbing your lightsaber from his workshop table and chucking it to you from a fair distance, a far enough distance that required you to reach it with the force.

“Not all of us” You replied with a smirk, bringing it up to your gaze and widening your eyes once you realised there had been a few changes made to the lightsaber.

“I noticed it wasn’t in very good condition when you came in, decided to patch it up... might be useful” The man said, walking up to you and pointing to the hold at the opposite end of the hilt.

“Double blade...” you whispered to yourself in amazement, looking back up to the mechanic with big bright eyes and bringing him in for a tight and unexpected hug.

“Thank you for this” You mumbled in his ear, squeezing him before letting him go and bringing your attention back to the saber. The mechanic cleared his throat and smiled, trying to suppress the blush spreading on his face as he watched you further inspect the newly improved saber.

With the click of the button, your lightsaber burst into life and a matching blade appeared on the other side. You felt so emotional looking at it, this would strengthen your combat skills enough to take down a full Inquisitor, it made you happy to see it. You’d heard so much about different Jedi who wielded double sided lightsabers, they were only used in advanced combat so it was never common amongst most of the Jedi. Only the most skilled could wield one.

Testing its movement, you adapted quickly to the new model of lightsaber and spun it skillfully around your body. You adjusted to the heaviness of the model and made sure it didn’t hit any parts of you as you made the saber come to a still once more and turned it off, the blades sheathing back inside the hilts.

“This is perfect” You beamed, nodding in approval at the mechanic who bowed his head in gratefulness and let out a relieved chuckle.

“That’s good to hear” He replied, turning to his workshop table once more and leaving you to get ready to wherever you wanted to go. But you were lost for directions at the moment, you’d never been to the lower levels of Coruscant before so of course you’d get lost without some advice.

You didn’t want to pester the mechanic further, so you approached the bed you woke up on and placed the crutch on it, dusting yourself off and grabbing your combat trousers which had been taken off for the procedure for your synthetic leg.

“You have any idea where I can find a popular club around here? It’s not what you think it is, I’m just trying to get in touch with someone” You turned around to the mechanic whilst fitting your new leg into the leg hole of your trousers, slipping it through and then getting your other one in.

“Why a club?” He asked with confusion, screwing on a gadget to a droid which was out of power, he was clearly trying to regenerate it.

“It’s busy, clubs are usually full so it’ll be a good place for me to blend in” You replied with reason, earning a fair nod from the mechanic who put down the screwdriver and wiped his hands.

“I’ll write down the navigations for you, look out for a club called the Outlander, that’s one of the most popular on the top level. But if you’re looking for something more on the lower side, go for Club Kasakar” The mechanic said whilst scribbling a bunch of messy handwriting in Aurebesh, your second language.

Not many people knew, but even though you were born on Coruscant, long before the Jedi found you, your mother and father were from Corellia so your first taught language was Old Corellian. Only when the Jedi found you did you start speaking Aurebesh.

“Here, this should help” He said, walking up to you and handing the piece of paper with a smile. You took it graciously, thanking him silently before looking over his handwriting and studying the navigation to both of the clubs.

“Also, one more thing,” you looked up to the mechanic who looked at what out were wearing.

“Turn up at a club like that, they won’t let you in... no offence” He warned you with a small ghost of a smile, making you blush and look down at your attire before clearing your throat.

“Thanks” You mumbled, bidding him a farewell before turning around and finding your way out of the workshop, clipping your lightsaber underneath your poncho and keeping it well hidden.

You arrived on a small landing platform that was stretched out into a large pot hole that went so far down, you couldn’t see the bottom. This was all the lower levels of Coruscant, vehicles of every kind drove past, carrying either locals or visitors, maybe even tourists. You skimmed over the large space to check if there were any taxi’s floating about whilst also making sure neither Merrin or Cere were looking around for you. You needed time alone.

You looked down at your wrist, a holowatch was wrapped around it and you were surprised to see it was in good condition after all you went through. Flicking through your contacts, you stuck your tongue out and frowned as you searched for the one person you needed to see most.

Clicking on his name, you waited. The sound of dialling rung out in the air around you and it took half a minute for the other end of the line to pick up. Some rustling was heard but you didn’t waste any time in getting the message across.

“I don’t have much time, save all your questions for later. Meet me at the Outlander club on Coruscant at midnight, don’t let anyone see you” You spoke clearly, checking your back to see if anyone unwelcome was listening in and realising who you were speaking to.

“I’ll be there” Cal replied.

“Good” You said sharply before hanging up and waiting on the platform for a taxi to come and pick you up. You had a long night ahead of you.

-

It was cold outside of the Outlander, busy to say the least, but waiting in the cold made you look like your date stuck you up. You made a stop at one of Coruscants designer shops and bought yourself a black mini dress and a pair of cheap silver heels. You weren’t going to waste your time on anything flashy so you went with the most basic option you could get. You were freezing though, you kept your poncho on due to the dresses lack of material.

You wish you had looked at your options before picking the most simple thing there was. In terms of comfort, the dress you were wearing had nothing towards it, instead it was for showing off and had the sole purpose to catch everyone’s attention. You felt embarrassed as strangers walked past you, looking you up and down like a piece of fresh meat before entering the club. You watched people go by opposite from the entrance with one leg bent, heel against the wall as you held your poncho close to your shivering body. Your legs were on show and had a wet look to them due to the dampness of the area and the fact it was lightly raining. The neon lights illuminated your figure and made you vulnerable to the naked eye.

You turned your head at the sudden shift in the force around you and felt your heart squeeze in your chest, looking over in the far distance to see a flash of red hair. You lifted yourself from the wall, eager to see if it was Cal as you walked a few steps forward and leaned on your toes.

Cal emerged from the crowd of people he was hiding in and searched around to find you, gold eyes shifting from body to body as he stuffed his hands in his black trouser pockets after adjusting his black blazer. You swooned are the way he looked, noticing the all black suit he had on and noticing he took your advice in making sure no one noticed him. He blended in perfectly.

“Cal!” You yelled out to him, waving your arm in the air to catch his attention which worked immediately. His eyes snapped to yours and his face lit up like a Life Day tree, picking up his pace and eventually crashing with your body. He wasted no time and swept you completely off your feet, spinning you around and setting you back down to kiss you passionately. You smiled in the kiss as he held you tight and used one hand to cup your cheek, his thumb stroking it softly as you tangled your fingers in his hair.

“I’ve missed you” He whispered as your lips departed, pressing his head against yours and closing his eyes as you hummed in response.

“You look amazing” You said to him, leaning away and taking a step back to inspect his outfit to which he blushed and waved your comment off bashfully.

“It’s nothing, I didn’t want to be noticeable so I went for the most simple thing” He said with a shrug, taking a joking spin which made you smile and let out a soft chuckle.

“But you... wow” He gasped, eyes noticing your dress underneath your poncho. In response, You unwrapped the poncho from your shoulders so Cal could see the rest of your dress, twirling and trying not to freeze to death as the cold enveloped your top half once more. Cal breathed out a sigh of amazement.

“Wait a minute” Cal stopped and frowned when he noticed your leg. The light shone against the Alum leg and caught Cal completely off guard. Any sign of happiness to see you was replaced with anger and confusion.

“Who done this? When did this happen?” He asked eagerly, taking a step towards you again and holding your hands delicately with his.

“I had a run in with an Inquisitor, it’s nothing” You brushed off his curiosity, trying to avoid telling him the fact you stole holocrons and almost got yourself killed.

“Maker (Y/N) you could’ve been killed!” He exclaimed, huffing to himself as you rolled your eyes and shook your head.

“Not trying to sound big headed, but I’m a Jedi” You smirked, causing Cal’s frown to slip off his face and replaced with a small ghost of a smile. He nodded his head awkwardly.

“Fair point, but let’s not forget you still have much training to do” Cal offered you his arm which you gladly took without hesitation, strolling in with him into the club as your other arm held on to your poncho. You two received many looks as you walked in the Outlander, feeling the bass of the music in your feet as you walked over to a high table and stood at either side of it, facing each other with smiles on your faces.

“Of all the places I thought I’d next see you, this is not what I pictured” Cal joked, earning a giggle from you as you leaned your elbows on the table, the neckline of your dress hiking down slightly and revealing your cleavage.

“Even so, no one will find us here... it’s just me and you now” you said coyly, tapping your fingers on the surface of the table as Cal flashed you a mischievous smirk.

“Last time you said that I had you pinned down on a bed” He replied, immediately causing you to blush and look away, fighting back a chuckle as he leaned on the table and placed his hands over yours. You bit your lip and looked back up to meet Cal’s flirtatious gaze, he winked at you before a waitress approached your table with a bright smile.

“Hi folks! Welcome to Outlander, what can I get you to drink?” She said in a speaker voice, holding a tray against her chest as she looked at the both of you.

“You speak Old Corellian?” You asked her in a quieter tone, seeing her furrow her brows before managing a smirk and nodding.

“Mimmin doko” I do. She replied, earning a smile from you as you leaned up and cleared your throat.

“Ihn spelulo de Coruscant visci Fho Uhl sinioro Il Ihn spelulo de Corellisi vin Fho mi” A glass of Coruscant whiskey for the gentleman And A glass of Corellian wine for me. You said effortlessly, seeing the waitress nod as she scribbled down your order on a small holopad, smiling as she finished and nodded.

“Coming right up” She chuckled, turning around and making her way back to the bar as you turned back to Cal who had a more than shocked expression.

“Where the kriff did that come from?!” He asked in amazement, whistling to himself as he looked you up and down seductively, intrigued by what he heard.

“Corellian parents, kinda cool right?” You simpered, stroking Cal’s forearm which made him raise a brow at you in amusement.

“Cool? It’s hot as shit” He said lowly, making you laugh and tap him playfully as he leaned in close to you, your heads almost touching.

“Why’d you speak it to the waitress anyway?” Cal asked curiously, looking around to check once more if anyone was looking at either of you as you smiled and cleared your throat to pass the time.

“Hidden identity I guess, to cover up our tracks so no one knows who we are” You said.

You and Cal chatted for a bit and waited for your drinks whilst listening to the music blasting around the club, people dancing at all corners as you two blended in and looked like everyone else, normal. Cal occasionally touched your arm and intertwined his fingers with yours, knowing fine well he wouldn’t be able to do this with you around people for a long time after. The thought made him sad but you understood how he felt, the two of you were the most dangerous people in the galaxy according to the Empire and Rebellion. You were destined to destroy one another, but at this exact moment you could be with each other without anyone knowing. Now that thought was calming.

“Here’s your drinks!” The waitress from earlier returned with your order, lifting the drinks and placing them on the table effortlessly.

“Lui mia kar” Enjoy my dears. She smiled before walking away and leaving the two of you alone once more. You looked at your drink and then to Cal’s, noticing he had glowing blue whisky which made him look at it as though it was a foreign object.

“Care to tell me what you ordered for me?” Cal asked in a sultry tone, picking the whisky glass up and inspecting it before taking a chance and trying it. His lips met the rim of the glass and he tilted it up, the blue liquid reaching his mouth and making him hum as the whiskey poured on his tongue.

“Coruscant Whiskey, it’s a drink my friends and I got drunk on a lot when we all started living on Yavin” You chuckled, watching as Cal’s face twisted in different emotions. At first he was skeptical about the taste but he raised his eyebrows and smiled.

“It’s not that bad actually, pretty sweet” He commented, setting his glass down and smiling at you.

“It is, Coruscant offers sweet whiskeys but some can be a bit too sweet. Corellian wine on the other hand, any type of wine from there is perfection” You smirked, picking up your own glass and taking a sip from the ruby red liquid inside. Cal watched you closely, noticing the way you licked your lips after you finished sipping. He couldn’t stop his eyes from looking down below your neck, noticing the way your breasts were held in tight against the material of your dress. Cal took note that you weren’t wearing a bra considering the dress had extremely thin straps and would look rather strange with one on.

You noticed Cal looking and leaned your head down so you were blocking his view, earning a blush from him as he quickly looked away and took another shy sip of his whiskey, shrivelling up at the taste for a second before getting used to it once more.

“So... how goes the Inquisitor work?” You couldn’t help but ask, watching as Cal frowned and pursed his lips, it was clear the question had damaged the mood slightly.

“It’s... boring, nothing too important’s happening” He said in a more than melancholy tone, avoiding your gaze as he looked at your hands, almost as if he was studying them.

“Trilla- The second sister, she’s frantic about catching you” He added.

“Am I really causing such a stir? What’s next, Darth Vader knows about me?” You scoffed. Cal stayed quiet.

Your heart twisted when he didn’t reply, he only swallowed and looked down at his whiskey in guilt. You leaned back slightly and felt a lump growing in your throat.

“Well shit” You chuckled, not out of amusement but rather fear, just to shake the tension off your shoulders.

“Does anyone know you’re here?” You asked. Cal shook his head and returned his gaze to yours after what seemed ages. You sighed in relief.

“At least that’s something...” Your gaze shifted over to the bar which was shaped in a hollow circle in the middle of the room, many customers sat at the counter and ordered drinks of all kinds, some others were selling death sticks. You watched in interest and skimmed the room until your eyes landed on the bathrooms in the far corners of the club. You noticed couples either going in or coming out, making you blush and look away before picking up your wine and taking a few big gulps of it which made Cal’s eyes almost bulge out of his head.

“Careful! Don’t get drunk on me just yet” He scolded you playfully, bringing the base of the glass down on the table as you still kept a firm grip on the body.

“Need something to shake me up, it’s been a stressful day” You said, hinting at your leg which made Cal nod his head in an understanding manner, his eyes lingering on it for a few seconds longer before clearing his throat and reaching his hands up to his collar to loosen his tie and undo a few buttons.

You couldn’t stop yourself from looking at his pale skin underneath his shirt, you could see a muscle in his neck flex which made your heart flutter, unable to take your eyes off him. He took notice to this and smirked, walking around the small table so he was next to you and wrapping an arm around your waist.

“You know, i don’t mean to sound provocative, but I wouldn’t mind taking you somewhere more private” He said in your ear as you sipped slightly at your wine, trying not to choke on it as your face heated up and you looked at Cal with wide, surprised eyes.

“And for whatever reason would you want to do that, Mr Kestis?” You toyed, hands reaching to Cal’s tie and pulling on it to bring him closer to you, your lips inches away from each other as he let out a low chuckle and grabbed your hips.

“I’m sure you know why” He whispered, using his other hand to grab your chin and tilt it up slightly as he peered down at you with his bright golden eyes. You didn’t look away, you felt impelled to kiss him right there and then but you were around so many people. It took a lot to fight the urge off and Cal shifted around your thoughts out of curiosity, a cocky smirk growing on his face as he pulled you closer to him and smashed his lips onto yours, almost knocking the wind out of you.

At this point you didn’t care about the embarrassment of people watching, you kissed Cal back and didn’t hesitate to open your mouth and grant him access to taking it a step further. Your hands tugged on his hair and you felt his fingers dig deep into your hips, his other hand shifting from your chin to your ass which made you yelp in surprise.

“Maybe somewhere private doesn’t seem so bad” You breathed out as you separated your lips from his, feeling his hot breath tingle on your face as he pulled away and nodded his head. He was flushed in the face, licking his lips as he grabbed his whiskey glass and finished off whatever was left in it, cringing at the taste once more before grabbing your hand and taking you away from the table. You didn’t have time to finish your wine but you managed to quickly leave a few credits to pay for both of the drinks.

The air was thick as the two of you approached the entrance to the bathroom, but neither of you thought anything about what you were doing. You received strange looks from people who were nearby the bathroom, knowing fine well what you two were getting up to. You laughed as Cal looked behind his shoulder and cracked a smile, pulling you close and kissing you once more before leaning into the bathroom door and taking you with him.

You and Cal stood at the bathroom sinks beside one another, flushed with heat as you washed the sweat off your faces with water from the taps. You had messed up his suit and he ruffled your dress, the hem hiked up more than it was supposed to. You both kept replaying the events that just took place in your heads, side eyeing one another and letting out the occasional giggle which was muffled by the music outside of the bathroom.

“We should probably get back to the club, it’s starting to heat up in here” Cal said, turning to face you and reaching over to your shoulder to fix the strap of your dress. You nodded your head, clearing your throat and taking his hand so he could lead you out of the bathroom, eyes linked to yours a second longer than necessary before he turned around and started walking towards the door.

The two of you returned to your tables very suspicious looking, ordering another round of drinks and looking to one another with great blushes on your faces. You could definitely say you spent this night well.

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A Few Harsh Words

Brief Summary:  After going on a mission to the dwarven home land, Varric's kin doesn't really approve of the relationship between a dwarf and an elf. Words hurt and Varric doesn't stand up for the woman he loves, it will be the last time he makes that mistake.

Words: 2,405

Warnings: Smut as always, Angst, Elf slurs, Fighting. Make up sex.

Pairing: Varric x Fem!Elf Inquisitor 

It wasn't often you went behind Varric’s back, especially when going on a mission. He had expressed how much he needed to handle things when you went to Ozammar. But nothing ever goes as planned. You weren't sure if it was the fact that looked down on an elf, or if it was your unlikely band of heroes that caused them to whisper under their breath, but you had had just about enough of it.

A shouting match with a dwarven prince didn't turn out just quite how you would have wanted it too. Maybe you should have held your tongue or not brought up the relationship between you and Varric. You weren't sure where you had gone wrong, but when you got back to Sky Hold, you knew Varric was upset with you.

"What were you even thinking? You fought with the Prince! Now any hope of having their help is gone! What is going on in your head!" He screamed once the two of you were alone on the castle walls.

"How was I supposed to know he was a Prince! I don't like when anyone talks bad about my company! I thought you would be a bit more supportive about this because of what he said about me! Unless you think the same! How could you just stand by as he called me A Knifed Ear slut!" You shouted, trying to stop the tears from welling up in your eyes. You and Varric had been together for a few months now, and he didn't dare defend you in front of his kin? Though you had done just that to the Dalish.

"It doesn't matter what he said! Can't you see that! They just think of Elves as a lowly group! And now we are out of luck when it comes to the best weapons! You should have kept your mouth shut!" He wanted to punch something, wanted to get his anger out somehow.

"Oh, so it's my fault I was born an Elf, and you were born a Dwarf? Is that what you think? Is that what all this about? You're ashamed of me?" You hissed out as a tear rolled down your cheek.

"I wouldn't have to be if you-" He stopped himself before turning his back to you to try and get ahold of his anger, it wasn't your fault after all. It wasn't your fault they didn't understand what you two had.

"So close to saying something you'd regret, weren't you? I almost wish you had." You spat out as tears rolled down your cheeks. "You know what. I'm done with whatever this is or was. I'm just done. Enjoy knowing the Dwarfs were right about me." You whisper as you turn and leave him alone on the castle wall to think about everything.

Varric turns to watch you leave before punching the wall of the castle. How could he be so stupid to let you think you meant so little to him. How could he let his kin be so mean to you when you stood up for him against your own family?

Later that night, he found you in your room. Sound asleep on a tear-soaked pillow; it broke his heart as he approached you, brushing the hair from in front of your eyes.

"Y/N," He whispered, running his hand over your bare shoulder. You open your eyes slightly before turning away from him, hoping he would just disappear.

"My love, I am sorry. I didn't mean it. Anything I said. You know you mean the world to me." He whispered before crawling into bed behind you, his strong arms wrapping around you. "I was a fool to let them say those things about you. But I swear to you, I've never thought about you like that once. I don't care if my kin thinks we shouldn't be together. There's no one in this shitty world I would rather be with." He placed a soft kiss on your shoulder.

"How can I know you mean that?" You whispered he pulled you over to lay on his chest. His hand stroking your hair softly.

"Do you think my love for you is a lie? Dear, I've never been more sure of anything in my entire life. No one in the world can make my heart jump as you can; the way your eyes speak a thousand words without a slight sound." He kissed the top of your head. "My dear, I would destroy the world just to prove it to you. I would face the Arch Demon alone just to keep you safe. You are the only reason I breathe these days; I will never let you second guess that again." His fingers stroked your cheek softly, your eyes finally meeting his. The softness in his made his words hit home.

You took a breath before kissing him softly, his hands holding you like you are the only thing in this terrible world that mattered to him. He returned the kiss with a softness you didn't expect. You broke the kiss too soon and sat up, looking down at him with a small smile.

"I can't believe this is real. That you actually came here, that you-" You stared, but tears covered your cheeks before you could finish your sentence.

"Dear, I love you. Please never doubt that I know I never could. You are the light in my life; the fire set ablaze in my heart that could never be put out." He smiles up at you before wiping your tears away.

"Smooth talker." You whispered before leaning your cheek into his hand with a smile.

"Next time, I shall write a million poems, anything just to see your smile."

You stared down at him before fingers take his hands and pin them above his head. "I think you still need to make up our fight to me." You slide a leg over his lap to straddle him.

"It's kind of hard to do so with my hands stuck up here." He wiggled his fingers before leaning up and capturing your lips with his. You hum softly into the kiss, leaning your whole body down against his. A small groan escapes your lips when he presses his thigh up against your core.

"Let me make you feel so good you forget we even fought my love." He whispered roughly into your ear. You bit your lip trying to be strong, but your grip slips on his hands a little, and he easily flips the two of you with ease. "I promise you will see stars tonight and every night."

He quickly starts undressing you, taking your sleeping clothes off before his rough hands roam every inch of skin exposed. You moan out softly, letting your head hit the pillow as his rough hands caress your skin.

His lips slowly trailing down your chest, making you gasp. But he doesn't stop there; his lips continue south until he lifts one of your legs over his shoulder. Placing sweet kisses up the inside of your thigh.

"Varric... Please..." You whispered, one hand gripping his hair lightly as your hips raise to get him to pay attention to where you want him the most.

"Patience." He whispered as his lips trailed right over your lower lips to your other thigh, kissing down it slowly. You let out a moan, tugging on his hair. He lets out a groan as you tug on his hair before slowly pressing a finger to your entrance. "Is this what you want?" He hums before sliding his finger into you; you let out a gasp before groaning out.  His finger slowly pumping in and out of you as his lips still trail kisses down your thigh.

"Varric, Please!" You almost cry out as his hot breath hovers over your burning core. He smiles up at you before lowering his lips to connect with your clit, your racing mind going blank as his tongue toys with that sensitive bundle of nerves. Your grip in his hair tightens as your hips arch closer to him. His other hand roughly holds your hips still as he continues his assault on your clit, slowly adding another finger, pumping them in and out of you in time with the swirls of his tongue.

"O- oh, fuck!" You groaned out your free hand tangling in the bedsheets as the heat between your legs built up more and more with every second. "V-Varric!" You moaned out your legs starting to tremble slightly as your hips attempted to jerk up against him again. He glanced up at you before taking your clit softly between his teeth and nibbling as his tongue lapped over it like it was his last meal.

The tension coil in your body finally snapped as your back arched off the bed, letting out a loud moan of his name as he worked you through your gut-clenching orgasming. Only slowly his ministrations when your body went limp against the bed.

He sat up and sucked your slick off his fingers before placing soft kisses up your stomach and chest. "Don't worry; we are far from over my love." He whispered before reaching down to undo his trousers and lay his hard hot cock against your stomach as he left little love bites all over your neck.

You were panting roughly trying to regain yourself from your orgasm, but as soon as you felt his cock on you, your stomach clenched your tongue shooting out to wet your bottom lip. "V-varric." Your voice was horse as you whined out his name.

"Shush my love." He only whispered before his lips trailed down your chest and ghosted over your nipple, his hips shifting to slide his cock against your wet folds, soft moans humming against his lips as he toyed with your nipples. You wanted to moan out again, but your voice was failing you, and all you could do is whimper.

He smiles before replacing his lips with his rough fingers, pinching and circling around your nipples. "I will make sure you will never forget tonight again." His stern voice only sent heat to your core. His lazy thrusts against your folds, his head knocking against your clit had your body shuddering under him. Without much warning, he lined up and slowly pushed his cock into you, causing you to moan out and cling to his shoulders tightly.

Once he was fully seated inside you, he let out a shaky breath he was holding in. Head leaning down to capture your lips in a sweet kiss before pressing his forehead to yours as he slowly tested the waters with a soft thurst of his hips. Your eyes shut tight mouth open as you held onto him tighter.

He let out a small chuckle before closing his eyes and starting a slow rhythm to his hips, pulling almost out of you before pushing back in. It was slow sweet torture, but the way he stretched you, the throbbing of his cock inside you, and the way he was biting his lip told you everything you needed to know. This was to make it last, and Maker be on your side, you wanted it to last forever.

He let out a choked moan before his hips jerked into a little quicker, the way his brows knit together, you knew he was trying to hold himself back. "Varric... Take me, my Dear. I need it." You whispered as you dragged your nails down his back with a groan as his hips snapped into you rather roughly.

"Be- be careful what you wish for my love." His voice was cracking as he tried to keep his slow rhythm. You ran a hand down between the two of you and ran a cheeky circle over his nipple before looking up at him with half-lidded eyes.

"Please.." You moaned out, "fuck me.."

That was all it took; he gritted his teeth for a moment before pulling your leg to his hip as his hips set a new harsh rhythm thrusting into you. His other hand was planted by your rib cage to keep his balance. The loud sound of his hips slapping against you, the way your body bounced with force, the slight grinding he would do into you after a few thrusts. It had you screaming out his name to the heavens.

"Varric! Oh, Maker Yes!!!" You tipped your head back eyes closed tightly as you felt your orgasm building quickly. When his hand left your leg and snaked between the two of you to circle his thumb roughly around your clit you lost it. Panting roughly in time with him, back arching off the bed with every thrust, you were sure he would rip you in half.

"VARRIC! MAKER OH FUCK!" You shouted as your orgasm hit you, your whole body trembling under him, desperate moans and pleas falling from your lips as his thrusting became erratic, his hands digging into your hips, hard enough to leave his handprints as bruises. He lets out a loud groan before curses flew from his lips.

"Oh, Y/N! Maker have mercy!" With a few pumps, he spilled everything he had into you, your clenching walls milking him for everything he had. The layer of sweat over his body now made him shine in the moonlight. His face rested against your bare chest for a moment—your hand stroking through his hair in the afterglow of your orgasm.

"I'll never love anyone again, I swear it." You whisper to him, your legs still slightly shaking from his hard work.

"Marry me then, when all this is over." His face lifted to look at you with all the love in the world behind his eyes. "Let me make sure you never have another doubt again." His soft voice took you off guard.

"Marriage? Varri- I- How would we even..." You started to thing over the difference between Elven and Dwarven traditions for such a thing.

"Doesn't matter, Maker we could have a human wedding for all I care. As long as you're by my side until the end." He smiled before taking your hand and bringing it to his lips. "Say you will, Y/N."

"I-" You felt tears roll down your cheeks before nodding. "I will!"

Varric laughed softly before pulling you into a gentle kiss, "I cannot wait, my love."

[mydrug-is-dragonage]

Veda Adaar, Life after Bull

Victory. Triumph. Glory. Pride. What we usually feel when we win a battle. The quiet grief of cutting down lives, regardless of how worthy they are of death, but the warm joy, knowing we saved someone or something or everyone or everything from a grand or small evil.

Victory.  We stood on the balcony, crowded together, together again for the first time in years. Thom and Sera, Divine Victoria’s watchful eyes, Cassandra and Varric’s constant disdainful flirting, Cole and Maryden’s quiet affection, Dorian and Vivienne both wine drunk trading insults, the quiet acknowledgement of a friendship that grew against both of their wills. Josephine and Cullen arguing, treating the terrace like battlements, more performative as they both know the end is closer than the beginning. Solas, our own personal god, long-gone into the eluvian. We’re all here, we’re all together. All of us, but Bull.

Triumph. The weeks have passed, a quick and effective rebuke from the Arishok, King Alistair and Empress Celene accept it quietly, no time for war with another battle floating above us in the air. Back at Skyhold, a skeleton crew, these days just Harding and me spend our time in the battle room, staring at maps; Leliana’s other protégés are always off on missions. Sera pops by every now and then to see Dagna with bees and trinkets and little things to remind me that she’s never really gone. The best day, or the worst depending on the audience, Sera and Dagna came up to my room, giggling, presented me with a crossbow for where my arm ought to be. “Widdle’s a wizard, yeah! You’ll be on rooftops sticking it to people too big for their breeches in no time!” I thanked them, and sent them away. This is love, at least for Sera. Her love is violence and showy maneuvers, dancing with both hands and feet shaking about.

Glory. Josephine writes me letters, telling me to eat, to ask Cullen to write back. After a few months, she finally pens, “I know I am no longer your formal ambassador, but as your informal friend I find it painful to admit what has been sung in the inns and halls. Bards have taken your loss and turned it into song. Unlike what Maryden had composed, these are unfortunately mocking in nature. People have taken the final act and written it as the whole narrative, my lady. A play premiered in Val Royeux putting you at the center of the conflict, as the one who allowed it to happen. If you desire, I can put an end to this. Divine Victoria recommended assassins, but I’ve temporarily dispelled her more primal desires. Likewise, Mr. Arainai also reached out, grateful for the assistance you had given him evading the Crows. I similarly told him no. Above all, regardless of what action we take, I want you to know I am sorry. You’ve lost much, suffered more than so many of us. I’m sorry, Veda. I love you.”  It wasn’t unexpected, bards sing, playwrights write. They tell the tales people want to hear. Immortalizing betrayal has always turned them into legends.

Pride. A cold morning, one with little to be done, Charter and Rector off in Nevarra, the crows neither coming or going, Lace came into my room, “Sorry to bother you, V, we’ve got a vistor.”

“Avoidable?” I ask.

“What an impossibly rude question, darling.” I looked up from my desk and saw her horns pointing from the stairway.

“Oh, Vivienne, I wasn’t expecting you,” I said. I don’t stop the smile on my face. For all our differences, we’d become like sisters. On her best days, she’d fawn over me like a mother.

“That’s Grand Enchanter now, My Lady Inquisitor.”

“I’ll leave you to it,” Lace said, excusing herself. I waited to hear the door close, then the other. Vivienne stood, graceful and stoic as ever. A few more moments of silence, then she broke into a smile. She took off her hat, placed it on the sofa, and walked towards me, arms splayed.

“Oh, my dear, how I’ve missed you!” I stood up, robes draping and hiding me.

I leaned into her hug, resting my head on hers. “Grand Enchanter, really Viv?”

“One must keep appearances, darling. Besides, imagine if Bull heard you call me…” She heard it as it left her mouth. “Oh, my sweet, I’m so sorry. While we should have anticipated his betrayal, I know the loss must weigh on you heavily.” She nestled further into my chest. I breathed out, for a moment just Veda, not the Inquisitor, not the betrayed lover, not the important person forced upon me. I was mortal, Vashoth, tall and strong and being hugged by someone who loved me enough to allow me to be small and weak. We settled onto the couch. I pulled my legs in front of me

“You know better than anyone. I remember, I was there when you lost Bastien.”

“And I was there when you lost the Iron Bull,” she sighed. “We are sisters in grief, as well as sisters in victory. We’re sisters in success, although your’s has had its struggles as of late. I assume the Divine told you of the bards?”

“Josephine.”

“The Nightingale sending a gentler songbird. Wise.”

“I assumed it would happen. Charter brought back the lyrics and playbook from what she considered the more consumable tales,” I said.

“They’re vile, darling. I offered the services of the Circle. The Divine declined. I assumed she had sent assassins.”

“No, I turned down the offers.”

“You’re losing political capital, my dear. If you want to return to the world, recruit who you need to defeat Solas, you’ll need allies. New allies, old allies. It will require quite the force and connections. You know you have the Circle, as much as we can politically sacrifice in this turbulent time,” she said.

“It isn’t the first thing on my mind, at the moment,” I said.

“And why not darling? If you choose to remain in obscurity at some point it will no longer be a choice.”

 It’s spring, it is the last night at Skyhold before we leave for the Exalted Council. Cullen and Josephine have been up bickering most the evening, finally put to rest. I settle into my room, sitting at my desk, twiddling my pen. My bag is packed, the horses are ready. The door creaks open. I don’t look up, I can smell him from here. Even after a bath he smells like home, smoky and warm. “Hey, Kadan.”

“Hey,” I say, “they finished?”

“Well, Cullen is now arguing with Cabot which gave me enough time to get the serving girls to feed Josephine. She wanted to get back to bickering, but I asked her if the itinerary had been checked. So I think they’re fine for now.”

“They’re just worried about tomorrow, the coming weeks. It’s normal,” I say,

“You’re the one who grew up with humans. They worry too much, but it makes them easy to work with. Like clay.” I smile and look back down at my papers. “Enough work, Kadan. You can’t do anything more today.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Yes, I do.”

“Are you going to make me?” I smirk.

“Oh, is this what we’re doing?”

“Oh you didn’t know?” I laugh. “I thought you knew it all, everything I needed, Ben-Hassrath training, remember?” He smiles and walks towards me, I slide back in my seat and he scoops me up.

In bed, his heart pumps slow and heavy in his chest. I trace his body with my hands, his arm around me. Our horns rub against each other, small grooves from the years of lying here together. “Better?” He asks.

“What do you think?”

“I know. I just want to know if you know.” I lean up and kiss him.

“Yes, better.” He smells better when he’s sweaty. Something about those early days, seeing him tear through crowds, watching his arms lift and push those heavy swords and axes. Long before, when the Chargers still existed, when he wasn’t just my man, but their man.

“What’s wrong?” He asks.

“I’m sorry, you know,” I say. For a moment, he’s silent, sitting in the grief.

“You made the right choice. You made the only choice. You led like a Qunari.”

“It shouldn’t have been my choice. I should have let you decide,” I say.

“No,” He says, clipped. “You are the Inquisitor. It was your decision, to keep the alliance or lose it. You made history. You stopped a batshit insane darkspawn from destroying the world.”

“I could have stopped him anyway,” I say.

“We don’t know that. The Tamassrans used to say, ‘When there are no right choices, the right decision is the one you make and the one you live with.’” I nestle into his chest.

“I’m happy the Qunari have kept you here.”

“Me too, Kadan.”

“I love you, Bull.” He pulls me closer into him. For a moment, I wonder if he’s crying.

 “I don’t want you to be angry, Viv,” I said.

"Oh what now darling? First you go into solitude like a hermit, what’s next?” I put my legs down and pulled my robes back. “What’s this?” She looked, at first with curiosity, then her eyes widened. “Veda, oh Veda, are you?”

My eyes well, “Yeah, Viv. I am.”

She covers her mouth, the first time I’ve seen her truly shocked. “And is it…?” With that question, the tears fall. The heavy sobs wrack my chest and Vivienne crawls towards me, arms draped around my shoulders and I cry into her chest. “Oh darling, of course you’ve been distracted.” She rubs the back of my head, stroking my neck as I calm down. “Should I ask Harding for some tea? Juice? No wine, of course.” I shake my head. “Oh dear. Who all knows?”

I swallow and trap my tears in my chest. “So far you, Leliana, Thom, and Cassandra. Lace knows, and she’s kept questions from Charter and Rector to a minimum.”

“You haven’t told Josephine?”

“How could I? What could I possibly say, ‘Oh yes, enjoy your new career in Antiva! By the way, I’m carrying the betrayer’s child! Send my love to Yves and Yvette!’”

“I don’t think keeping it secret is much wiser, my dear. People will know, especially once the child is here. Do the Qunari know?” She asked.

“As far as Leliana’s sources know, no. Bull was loyal to the end, they had no reason to think he’d do this, especially when it hadn’t happened in the years before.”

“When did this happen?”

“Right before we left for the Exalted Council,” I said.

“Oh.”

“I know,” I said. “He must have known. I can’t decide if this was kindness or cruelty.”

“What’s that line he always said, darling? ‘When it’s a hostile target, you give them what they want. When it’s someone you care about, you give them what they need.’”

The tears well again. My hands slide to swollen belly. “It isn’t what I wanted. I had never even considered it. He was Qunari enough that I knew we’d never have a family.”

She reached a hand towards my belly, “May I?” I sniffed and nodded. She placed her hands on my stomach, on top of my own hands. “If this isn’t what you wanted, then it must have been what he thought you needed.”

  “He couldn’t have known we’d win. He fought like he meant it. He struck me with his blade. He wasn’t fighting to lose.” The anger and grief mixed in my throat.

“He wasn’t, he never did, darling. But he knew you. He knew us. He knew you’d bring me and Cassandra. He knew what the Qunari could and couldn’t do. He believed in you, at the end. Just as he had at the beginning, my dear.” I took a hand from my belly and moved it to the outside of my horn, the groove still there from the years spent lying together.

“I’m not planning on bringing  my child into the public life. We’ll have a few years, at least, presuming we aren’t all destroyed by Solas,” I said.

“Shh, no reason to worry about that right now, darling. We have today’s troubles and tomorrow’s troubles.” She sat back and blinked away her own tears. “I’ve never been an aunt before. I’ll of course send over a suite of clothes and supplies from Val Royeux.”

 I wipe my eyes and smile, “Are you going to be an aunt or a Grandma’am?”

"Oh you miserable louse, how dare you?” She said, the tears finally pouring from her eyes.

[a-pirate]

CyberAsk 2077

Tagged by @smilepal~ ^^

1. When did you buy the game?

I preordered it. I think I preordered after the first delay? I can't remember exactly when. I was excited and, as a PC player, that excitement did not die. I've been playing it almost non-stop since the night it came out.

2. When was the moment you knew you loved the game?

Driving through the city with Jackie after Sandra Dorsett. Night City is so gorgeous and I love existing in it. Jackie's cool. V's cool. The characters are cool.

3. Which character did you romance in your first playthru?

River. /drool And I'll keep romancing him whenever I'm allowed.

4. Who's your favorite NPC?

I loved Vik and Takemura from the start, fell in love with Kerry at the first :> he sent. And I still adore them. But there was one son of a bitch who would not leave my peripheral. Even back when I was confusing Bob and Teddy's names because Teddy also looks like a Bobby, I always had such a soft spot for Teddy. And his sweet little "Hey, there" after V wakes up at the new camp? Idk, that solidified it. And my love for him just grew with each subsequent playthrough.

He was like a secret guilty pleasure until I went "fuck it" back in August lmao.

Teddy freaking Simos.

5. Did you have inspiration in mind when designing your V(s)?

Yes and no? The Aldecaldos questline inspired Vince because I just loved the idea of a lonely corpo finding love and meaning in the nomads -- so I turned right around and created him once I finished Val. I don't know if Kit counts or not because he just kind of appeared in my head when I was playing with a spawned Kerry.

I usually just let characters grow and become who they are of their own accord. I created Val's face, she took on her own personality. Same with Vivian. I had Vince's arc, he filled in the details on his own. I created Veer's face and he became who he is on his own.

Vendrik's personality type was inspired as I was creating him. I mentioned before how adding the scars on his face reminded me of one of my Inquisitors from Dragon Age, so the thought became "What if Endrik was a V?" (Endrik + V = Vendrik) Then I realized he looked like Vince and that story took on a life of its own.

6. What's your go-to vehicle?

Varies by character, but I do love me the Kusanagi. And the Javelina.

7. What's your favorite gig/mission/job?

Dream On. The Peralez storyline is one of the most interesting in the game to me and I want it to be so. much. longer.

I love the fetch quests when it comes to transporting vehicles. Those are always so fun to me, especially when doing them stealth.

8. Which NC radio station do you switch to the most?

Morro Rock and Morro Rock only, baby. I love listening to Max Mike and his conspiracy theories. Okay, I'll sometimes listen to Body Heat, but I love Morro Rock.

I dunno who to tag. YOU! YOU'RE TAGGED! HAVEN'T PLAYED THE GAME? GO PLAY IT, THEN COME BACK AND DO THIS. GO GO GO.

[secondsister-a]

𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑. 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐃. 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄, she’d heard them called, but perhaps none so much as 𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚁. She’d come to know it well in her short time among the Inquisitors, particularly in his presence; those cold, mechanized breaths seemed to snatch the very air from her lungs, stealing it for his own before a burning sensation in her chest reminded her to breathe again. Ducking her head, Trilla only hoped her hesitation could be mistaken for reverence.

“I’ve done what you asked, My Lord.” Actions spoke louder than words, however, and so she reached for the saber at her belt, newly encased in a circlet of durasteel. It burst to life with the same familiar hum, but gone was the lively green hue, replaced with an angry crimson. Everything she wished she could inflict upon her former master had instead been poured into the crystal until the kyber screamed, twisting beneath the onslaught of pain until it was her will that dominated the blade. “I’ve done everything you asked. What else would you have of me...?”

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