#alright calm down there mr. dramatic entrance :D

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dragon age: the veilguard | lucanis dellamorte

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The Queen and The Pirate (Their First Year)

Sol watched on from behind a tree as Malleus practiced his magic, his chiseled features tensed up in concentration. In the few months since she had arrived at Night Raven the young lady had quickly noticed the stoic and powerful fae, and how even though they were both only in their first year, he was able to best many upperclassmen in training. Watching him entranced her, his beautiful raven colored hair, his pride in his abilities, his serious nature...

“Oh my, is the pirate potato ogling at Malleus again? How crude...”

Hearing the voice Sol quickly turned, unsheathing her sword and pointing it at the source of the voice. Vil Schönheit, a fellow first year, a Pomefiore dorm member, and an all around annoying guy. Pressing the tip of the sword close to his neck, Sol glared at him, “Mind your own business Vil, or do you want me to make your face even more unattractive.”

Vil only smirked, “Oh come now,” he pushed the tip of the sword down, “that kind of attitude will only drive Malleus away, after all he’s the type that would be into cute girls!”

A thorn-like feeling pricked her heart. It’s not as though Sol thought that she was cute; on the contrary, she knew that she wasn’t. But she learned at a young age that being “cute” was far less important than being alive. Hearing Vil say that the object of her affections would not like her for this sole reason made Sol feel something... strange.

Looking him in the eye, she sheathed her sword and frowned, “Shut it princess, at least I don’t need to wear a boatload of makeup.”

At this, Vil’s face became crimson red. A scowl covering his features, he angrily replied, “I am NOT a princess, I am a QUEEN,” he scoffed, “and for your information, I look stunning whether or not I wear makeup.”

Feeling her eye twitch, Sol decided to end the unpleasant conversation as soon as possible, “What are you even doing here Vil? Don’t you have anything better to do than speak to a “pirate potato” like me?”

Vil visibly calmed down, though his face was still scowling. Pulling out a piece of paper, he began to speak in an annoyed tone, “Unfortunately, I have been having some difficulties in fencing,” he sighed dramatically, “and Crowley said that I should give you... this.”

Careful not to touch her hand, Vil passed the paper over to her. Sol only rolled her eye at this, and turned her focus to what was written on the paper:

Miss Bucanero,

It has come to my attention that your classmate, Vil Schönheit, has had some trouble in regards to his fencing abilities. As such, I feel that it is necessary for him to be tutored by someone who is skilled in this field. Currently, you have the best scores in the entire school for this subject. Due to your prowess in this field, I have decided that you will begin tutoring Mr. Schönheit immediately, with you be awarded extra credit in return. Please take note that this task is non-negotiable, and failure to comply will result in you receiving a failing grade in fencing.

                                                                                   Sincerely,

                                                                                    Headmaster D. Crowley

Sol felt anger bubble up within her, but this only lasted for a moment. An idea had formed within her mind, and it was the kind of idea that she knew would get under Vil’s skin. Shifting her attention back to the prim Pomefiore student, she smirked, “Well I guess this means that you’re my pupil now,” she raised her right index finger, “on one condition.”

Looking exasperated, Vil looked down at her, “A condition? I believe the letter mentioned that if you refused to assist me, you would be given a failing grade. You are in no position to ask for something of me you little pirate potato.”

Eye filled with mischief, Sol gave her opinion on the matter, “It is true that the failing grade concerns me but... extra credit isn’t really enough of a reward in my opinion. So, I will tutor you, but in return,” she poked Vil in the chest, “you need to help me look ‘cuter.’”

Vil’s face contorted with disgust, “You CANNOT actually mean that... I mean if you were a Pomefiore member then maybe you would have the proper mindset for my beauty regime but,” he looked her up and down, “you only seem to care about two things: your sword, and Malleus.”

She couldn’t help but feel upset over the fact that Vil thought she only cared about her sword and Malleus, but his opinion of her gave her a way in, “If Malleus is one of the only things I care about, wouldn’t it make sense for me to try to become the kind of girl he would like?”

She didn’t actually mean this of course, the idea of changing herself so someone else would like her seemed ridiculous. But she had to say something to lure Vil in. And it worked.

Vil sighed, “Well I suppose I could do something about this,” he gestured towards her outfit, “mess, but we will have to make many adjustments to your current skincare routine. It’s all about the basics you know!”

Smiling, Sol watched as Vil turned to retrieve some of his beauty products from his dorm. If she had to babysit him, she was going to get back at him for all the times he called her a “pirate potato.” And what better way to obtain her vengeance than to make his “beautification” of her a living nightmare.

An evil glint in her eye, she walked back to the Hooksclave dorms. After all, she needed to prepare some equipment to teach Vil the art of the sword.

Two months passed, and during this time Vil greatly improved his sword wielding capabilities. Though at the beginning, he often gave himself minor injuries...

“HOW IN THE WORLD AM I SUPPOSED TO BALANCE THIS THING?!”

“Just stay calm and shift your weight a bit.”

“WAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!”

“Vil!”

And although she had vowed vengeance against the self-proclaimed “Queen,” overtime Sol began to enjoy their banter, not to mention some of Vil’s homemade beauty products...

“So all I have to do is leave this mask on for ten minutes and my skin will feel moisturized and healthy?”

“Why of course! But be aware that the mask could never help you attain my level of beauty.”

“Oh really? Then maybe if I were to use all of your products, I could become even more beautiful than you.”

“Wh-what? Sol, stop that... No, no, no, no, SOL, DON’T TAKE AWAY ALL OF MY PRECIOUS BABIES! IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO MAKE THEM!!!”

However, all things must come to an end. Their first year at Night Raven, and their excuse for spending time with each other, were no exceptions to this rule.

The soon-to-be second years walked into Vil’s dorm, with the scent of flowery, yet not overwhelming, perfume greeting them.

Vil strutted towards his massive walk-in closet, his proper voice ringing out, “As a thank you for helping me obtain an A in fencing, I have one final surprise for your ‘cute’ lessons. Just wait here while I get it from the closet!”

Sol could hear silent cursing and the rustling of fabric. Finally, she heard his voice say “aha” and Vil stepped out of the closet with the gift.

Standing in the center of the ornate room, Sol couldn’t believe what Vil had brought out. It was a beautiful indigo dress that had a single layer of lilac ruffle running diagonally at the bottom. Golden embroidery was stitched close to the ruffle in sweet, small patterns. Her eye widened, “Don’t tell me that this is my gift...”

The corners of his mouth lifting into a proud smile, Vil nodded, “That’s right! This is an original, one-of-a-kind piece that I made myself, and it was made solely for you!”

She gaped at the dress, “Vil... I don’t know what to say...”

He laughed and placed the dress in her hands, this time he didn’t bother to avoid making contact and their hands brushed against each other. “Oh, I almost forgot,” picking up what seemed to be a solid black piece of clothing from his golden vanity, Vil returned to her side, “This is an eyepatch that matches better with the dress than your current one! Now go change so I can see how you look!”

Shoving the eyepatch into her hands, he quickly guided her into his dressing room and shut the door before she could say a word. After being left alone in the spacious room, Sol began to dress herself. However, as soon as she finished, she couldn’t help but stare at herself in the full-length mirror next to her, “I look... good,” she smiled at her reflection, “But I still can’t believe that I became so focused on this dress, it was almost as if I had become...”

Entranced

Then it hit her, when was the last time she had thought about Malleus? The one she had been fixated on for so long. The one that had both power and pride. Had it been a few weeks?

But even so, thinking about him now did nothing to her heart.

“Why did that feeling stop?”

Two minutes later...

Sol stepped out of the dressing room, a light blush dusting her cheeks, she asked in a brusque tone, “So? How do I look?”

But Vil only stood there in awe, his eyes wide at the sight before him. Eventually, he gained enough composure to respond, “You look exquisite!” he paused, “Though I’m afraid I’ll have to apologize.”

A puzzled look on her face, Sol questioned him, “What for?”

He glanced to the floor, “Well you see, I promised to make you ‘cute,’ but instead I made you look beautiful. But I just could not let you settle for ‘cute’ when you had already become beautiful. So instead of a cute little dress, I made a long and beautiful one.”

Sol could feel her face warm up a bit, and with a small chuckle she responded, “You don’t need to apologize. If I’m being completely honest, I never meant to become cute anyways. Although,” she smiled brightly, “I did enjoy doing the whole beauty thing with you.”

Hearing this, Vil looked back at her, only to realize that he had forgotten about a vital piece of the outfit. Once again, he went up to his vanity, but this time he grabbed a small, royal purple box from one of its drawers. Standing in front of Sol, he smirked, “Alright, I want you to turn around and close your eyes! No peeking!”

“Okay, okay, I’m turning,” she said as she complied with his demands.

Opening the box, Vil pulled out a small golden choker that had a ruby attached to it. Placing it gently around her neck, he then hooked the clasp in the back. Guiding her to a mirror, he told her to open her eyes.

“A choker? Vil, it looks amazing.”

He smiled happily, “It does, but in the end it only enhances the beauty of its wearer.”

BA-DUMP

And at that sentence, the feeling that once belonged to Malleus returned to Sol’s heart.

Only this time, it belonged to a queen.

Okay, so this was VERY long, but it sums up their romance during their first year. I plan on doing two more (for their second and third years) sometime in the future. If you guys want a little fight scene or beauty scene that was touched on in this let me know in the comments or by reblogging.

Also here is something I made about a month and a half ago:

This is what the outfit is supposed to look like, Idk what the thing in her left hand is. Okay I’m tired now. Sleep here I come!

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Star-gazing

Alright, so Stan and Bill are around 17 in this.

Bill got into his car with butterflies in his stomach. For the second time this week, the boy felt nervous.

*insert flashback*

“So, what are you gonna say to him?” Eddie asked Bill, through the loud conversations of the other high schoolers.

“Uhm, pr-pr-probably, ‘H-H-Hey, S-Sta-a-an. I’ve s-seen you around sk-sk-school and I was wondering if y-y-y-you wuh-wuh-wanted to go out th-th-th-this Frid-d-d-ay, m-m-m-m-aybe?’ I-is that good?”

“No, you got to come off with more confidence. Like, ‘Hey, Stan, I noticed you liked birds and I thought we could go see some Friday night, under the stars.’’’

“You’re right, but it’s wuh-wuh-wuh-weird, cuh-cause, like, we n-n-know Stan. We s-s-see him everyday.’

“Yeah, I get it. That’s how it was with me and Richie and now it’s like we’ve always been together.”

“I aim for the day Stan and I are like that.”

“Well, he’s right there, go get him, tiger.”

Bill turned on the radio, in an attempt to calm his nerves, coincidentally, Africa by Toto came on. Bill blasted that shit and sang/screamed to it. Bill forgot about the nerve-wracking situation until he arrived at the Uris facility.

Stan was currently coming up with a dance montage, shirtless, to ‘I Wanna Dance With Somebody’ by Whitney Houston. He couldn’t decide which shirt would go best with his black skinny jeans. Stanley had decided to choose the wide-neck, dandelion yellow long sleeve. Along with that, he wore his Vans, which were roughly the same color as his shirt, he rolled up the ends of his jeans, just enough to show his ankles, and he wore a dandelion in his hair.

Bill walked up to the premises, knocked the courteous amount of times, took a couple steps back and waited for the door to open. Mr. Uris opened the door with an intimidating look, “Yes?”

“I-i-i’m he-e-e-re fo-r-r-r St-st-stanl-l-l-ey, s-s-s-ir,” Bill replied.

Stan had just made the rolls of his jeans symmetrical and tucked in his shirt when he was heading downstairs until he was stopped by his father. “Someone called Bill is waiting for you downstairs.”

Meanwhile, Bill was getting the third-degree from Mrs. Uris, “So, Bill, I know we’ve met before, but who are your parents? What do they do? What part of town do you live by? Where are you and Stan to go? What are you planning on d-” “Ahem! I’m sorry to interrupt, but I believe I have a date with that boy, Mother,” Stan said from the stairway.

Bill stood up from the chair, politely excusing himself from the ‘lovely’ conversation he and Mrs. Uris were having. Bill was charmed by what Stan was wearing; it was simple yet dramatic, which described Stan perfectly. Bill held his arm out, waiting for Stan to grab it so they could leave. They waved off to Mrs. Uris as they exited the building.

“Welp, that’s my mom,” Stan said in embarrassment.

“Oh, I’m sh-sh-sure she’s gr-r-r-eat,” Bill said, as he opened the door for Stan to get into the passenger seat.

“So, where are you taking me?” Stan said after Bill had gotten in the car.

“It’s a s-s-s-surprise.”

There was a moment or so of awkward silence.

“A-a-a-re you as nervous-s-s-s as-s-s I-I-I-I am, S-s-s-s-sta-a-a-an-n-n? C-c-c-considering th-th-that w-w-w-we’ve been f-f-f-f-friends f-f-f-or y-y-y-years.”

“Probably, but I think we’ll be okay, Bill.” As Stan said this, he reached over to grab the other boy’s hand; it reassured both of them.

The boys arrived at the bottom of a mountain, Bill had parked right in front of a clearing of trees. They got out of the car. “Are you planning to murder me up here, Bill?”

“M-m-m-maybe, d-d-d-don’t look in the ch-ch-ch-trunk,” joked Bill.

Stan looked at where Bill had taken him, the scenery was definitely something to gaze upon (but Bill only wanted to look upon Stan). The sun was just coming down and Stan was watching it drop and admiring the soft, oranges forming around it and keeping his eyes out for an Evening Grosbeak (a type of bird).

“Ar-r-r-re y-y-you c-c-c-c-coming?” Bill had grabbed a basket while Stan was memorizing his surroundings. Bill was standing at an entrance to a trail. Stan jogged to meet up with the slightly shorter boy.

By the time they reached the top, it was night. The top was mostly rock and trees in the distance, but if you looked up you could see each star in the sky. They were so bright that you could see the future in them. It looked as though each star had their own story that each wants so desperately to share with you. It was absolutely fascinating.

While Stan was admiring the stars, Bill had set up a picnic on a blanket with one lit candle. “W-w-w-well, ar-ar-aren’t you g-g-g-going to have a s-s-s-s-seat , St-st-st-sta-a-a-an?”

“Don’t mind if I do, sir,” Stan said as he sat down next to Bill and then he looked up saying, “Do the stars always look this nice, Bill?”

“Never as bright as your smile, Stanley.”

“That’s the first time you didn’t stutter while saying my name,” Stan blushed.

Bill leaned in closer and their lips interlocked and their hearts burst from their chests. This was probably the first time the teenage boys had felt love. The kiss had made them feel new and amazing emotions. It wasn’t the first time either of them had been on a date or kissed, but it was the first time that the date exceeded their expectations. Stan had made Bill feel for the first time since Georgie. And Bill had made Stanley feel something other than anxiety and fear since It. The boys parted and stared into each other’s eyes with infatuation that would last forever.

They finished the night gazing at the stars and they got to their homes grinning with glee. They were two people that were meant for each other and nothing could change that.

Alright, so I’m sorry I’m inactive. This will be the start of my activeness on this account. I’ll try to do these one-shots at least once a week. Don’t be afraid to message me requests.