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crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf · 4 months ago

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“Are you hungry or not?”

Crosshair x F!Reader One Shot

Summary:

Prison life is already unfair as it is, but when a clone guard ends up being your solitary warden you may have no choice but to do what ever he says.

WC: 4405- Read on Ao3

*this is just my general "mature rating" specifics:

Content Warning:

Smut. Coercion/Questionable consent, Uneven power dynamic, Unethical Dom Crosshair, Oral (f receiving), Orgasm denial, begging, humiliation (?... sure), Unprotected PiV and creampie, Light restraining, mind games. Rough all around.

Authors Note: I was not able to make in universe swearing work with this one, so FUCK it is. Also, I took all of One Shot Cross's ethic points and gave them to Disgrace Crosshair so now this one is just an utter menace. Hope that helps.

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Hours had passed.

Normally, there'd be an orderly with a food tray, then the inquisitors with their scowling guard, but today…

You sprawled on the bunk and looked at the clock in your plain cell and your stomach growled. Hours since the usual meal time.

Are they trying to starve a confession out of me?

It wouldn't help, you weren't an insurrectionist. Just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Didn't stop them from locking you away. They had no intention of letting anyone suspected of treason see trial anytime soon. Stuck in holding limbo while they questioned you day after day... Till days became months.

But not today.

You jumped as the door swished open without the usual warning clamor of boots or the rattle of the food cart. Bolting upright you turned on your bed to face the door.

A single clone trooper was framed in the doorway holding a tray of food casually in one hand.

This one was odd; Overly tall, slim with narrow features and a shock of white hair. He was a familiar sight, usually standing behind the Lieutenant that was leading the questioning for the day. He was the one that snickered when you suggested your inquisitor eat his own testicles.

The light glinted off the ominous black armor as he paced through the harsh white room and set the tray on the metal table in the middle with a sharp clatter. Then he stepped back, twirling the toothpick between his lips as he observed you,

“Well?”

“Well… what?”

“Are you hungry or not?”

You were, but you eyed the soldier suspiciously,

“Where’s everyone else? Why's it just you?”

He smirked,

“Seems they forgot about you… guess that makes you my problem,”

You weren't sure what that meant, but it looked like the best answer you'd get for now. Standing, you cautiously crossed the few feet to the table and perched on one of the attached metal seats by the tray.

It had the usual: protein gel, fresh piece of fruit, portion of hard grain bread and water… and…a dessert.

That's new…

You eyed the small canister of sweet custard before flicking your gaze to the soldier.

“You… sticking around?”

“Mm”

You picked up the utensils on the tray and poked at the jelly mass that represented most of your daily calories. With only him standing there it felt… awkward.

“If it's just you, why don't you sit?... This feels too… watched.”

It wasn't just the situation. He was watching you. Intently. You could feel his eyes boring into the top of your skull every time you looked down. You offered again,

“Sit.”

“You're in no position to be giving orders…”

…

He sat. Elbows on the table, hands folded under rested chin, eyes… focused on your face.

You gave up trying to eat the undignified nutrient paste under such scrutiny and picked up the stone fruit instead, biting into its soft flesh to fill your mouth with tangy juice that ran down your chin.

He watched.

“Seriously… What are you doing here, Trooper?”

“Commander.”

“Commander trooper.”

“Crosshair.”

You glanced over the tattoo around his eye.

Yeah, that makes sense.

“You still haven't answered me Commander.”

“I already did. They. Forgot. You. Fallen between the cracks.”

“But you didn't?”

His cheeks tinged the most subtle shade of pink. He didn't answer.

“So, now I'm your problem…”

“Indeed. No one will be coming to feed you, No more questions, Just you, this cell… and me,”

There was a growl to his voice that sent a shiver up your spine. You didn't want to guess at what he was implying, though you didn't need to. He stood leaning on his palms against the table top, a devilish look in his eyes.

“Do you want to keep eating, inmate?”

You gulped, taking in his posture, his expression, his eyes boring hungrily into you.

“You're not suggesti-”

“I am.”

“You can't be serious.”

“I am.”

You sat straight, shifting uncomfortably. There wasn't denying you had looked at the soldier before, even had the intrusive thought to ask him to stay behind once or twice… but this…

“This is an abuse of your position, soldier…”

He snatched out, fingers digging into your cheeks as he roughly turned your face up to look at him.

“It's a risk, sneaking food down here, what's a little… mutual benefit? I bring you food, you give me whatever I want,”

He leaned in breath hot against your ear,

“You get to eat… and so do I.”

Your breath caught as an unbidden heat warmed your inner thighs… those long months of isolation making you easy to tease. This was unfair and you bit your cheek in indignation.

“Think about it. I'll be back tomorrow… but if I stick around after that… that's up to you.”

He moved from the table, punching a code into the door and slipping out in a fluid motion leaving you to stew with what might possibly be your second to last meal.

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You sat at the edge of the bunk, leg bouncing in distress as you looked over the dirty tray from yesterday. No one had come for it. The automated lights clicked out and then back on again and no one had come to get the tray. They always came to get the tray.

The door swished open. Crosshair, laden with food, scanning till he saw your jittery form on the bunk.

“Hey, asshole, what's the big idea?”

They can't have really…

But he just shrugged,

“I told you the deal,”

He placed the tray on the table, more carefully than before, and lowered himself to the bench opposite it. Elbows up, chin on folded hands… watching you.

“Eat.”

…

“And if I do?”

His lip twitched into that mirthless smirk again,

“Then I'll take it you've come to terms with your… predicament.”

You stifled a shiver, already feeling naked under his intense gaze.

“Wh-when… how soon… after?”

Your voice wobbled slightly and his eyebrow rose, like he wasn't expecting you to play along so easily. You flushed and turned from his staring.

I can't believe I'm even-

“Tomorrow.”

Your heart fluttered, confusing you, and you turned back to him.

“I'll be back tomorrow… be ready for me,”

He left quickly, leaving you with your conflicted thoughts and lackluster meal.

You could swear this was… anticipation.

Your thighs clenched against the warmth pooling through you.

~~~

Your heart was in your throat. You could feel it, you knew that if you just opened your mouth in the mirror you would see it beating there. So you stared at your reflection with your jaw clenched, hair dripping cold rivlettles down your skin.

You looked at your last pair of clean prison scrubs and wondered what it was gonna cost to get a fresh set from your new clone warden.

Speaking of,

The door swished open, and you looked up to catch his eyes in the open fresher mirror. He was looking bemused over your toweled, dripping visage.

“I said be ready but I wasn't expecting you so… eager,”

You flushed, snatching the scrubs and slipping them on over the towel, dropping the damp cloth once you were properly clothed. He snickered, and you spun back to face him. Crosshair took a measured step towards you but hesitated, turning instead to gesture at the tray that had appeared on the table.

“This… is your half,”

“I'm not exactly hungry, right this second…”

He shrugged, then rushed you. You felt the cold panels of the walls against your back as you were pinned to them.

“My half then.”

“Wait!”

He rocked back, letting you slide out from under him to catch your breath.

“Don't just… come at me like that,”

His hand closed on your wrist, tugging you back around.

“The food is for you, inmate. This,”

He tugged you into him squeezing your ass through the rough fabric,

“This is for me, My pleasure. Don't mistake that,”

You were tossed roughly into the bunk, the matress hitting the back of your knees to buckle them and you sat with a thump. He loomed over you, tugging off his gloves, a dangerous fire in his sharp eyes.

“The only thing you decide is who gets theirs first,”

You trembled, looking up at the man knowing with all assuredness that he was going to take you. You knew it would be rough. You knew from every little intrusive thought you had when your eyes would meet his over some suit shoulder or another the past few months.

…

“Take yours,”

A wicked smile broke his intensity, and he stripped off more armor. You noticed he hadn't brought a gun today… Clever.

His outer shell dropped away, leaving him in his tight black under suit and boots.

“On your knees,”

You made to protest but he caught your jaw, hooking his thumb between your teeth to hold you by your pallet.

“Not your decision, On. Your. Knees. ”

You made a noise in your throat, all you could really manage. He nodded your head for you with a flick of his wrist before releasing you to position yourself, tugging you by your hair when you made to angle your ass to him; instead, he positioned you parallel to the edge. Pressure on the back of your neck and you collapsed, cheek pressed to the sheets and ass high over your knees.

“Perfect,”

He purred. The mattress dipped as he sat behind you, firm hands brushing over the fabric guarding your rump to rest on your pelvis just before the small of your back. Fingers toyed with the hem of your useless scrubs, before slipping into them; feeling your hips, he traced them down your navel till he could feel the heat of you. You gasped as he brushed against the tender lips at the apex of your thighs. He ventured further, dipping his fingertip into the warmth of you to slide the evidence of your arousal back over the petals.

A groan escaped him when he felt how wet you were. Dipping into your again, too shallow, but you wouldn't admit you needed more even as a small moan played across your lips.

“Have you been wanting this?”

You didn't answer, hiding your flushed cheeks against the mattress.

His hands withdrew and the bottoms were yanked down to your knees.

You couldn't see him from this angle, just his legs casually sitting behind your exposed thighs… and his fingers, gripping those thighs hard. You could tell he was looking you over and you flushed even hotter. This was no good, it had been too long…

The muscles of your sex twitched in need, and you could feel slick fluid drip down your heated cunt to fall from your lips onto the sheets. You were growing more sensitive with your increased pulse alone. Not good.

You felt him reach for your wrists, pulling your arms to fold behind your back. He held them like that one handed, and you could feel him shift closer to you, sitting on your calves to pin them, legs draping over yours and face almost even with your raised buttock. You felt his breath stir against your quim and you whimpered.

“Remember, inmate,”

He had sensed your eagerness for what he was possitioning himself for.

“My pleasure, not yours.”

His leg wrapped around your arched back, bringing the distinct feeling of a boot sole against the back of your head. You almost turned to look but your head was pushed back down, ground under his heel. You whimpered again, unable to move with him restraining your body so efficiently with his own.

“My pleasure.”

And then his tongue plunged into you, making you jerk and gasp as the sudden intrusion.

He worked his tongue in and out of your cunt with slow, even drags that had you moaning weakly into the sheet. Groans rumbled through the sensitive skin whenever your walls would clench around his flexing muscle and he’d push deeper, digging his nose and teeth against you as he attempted to reach fully into your depths.

Anytime you jerked too violently his boot would crush you down again, arms tugged tighter together to pull your hips firmer against his face. His lips moved lower, sucking your sensitive bud into his mouth with a whisper of satisfaction that made you squirm. A soft sob choked from you.

He held you tight as he flicked his tongue against your clit, making you jolt and tremble. Your legs began to shake as the mounting pressure started to build up to a crescendo…

And he pulled back, eliciting a pathetic whine from your lips.

“You'll come when I want you to.”

Teeth sank into your ass and you cried out only for it to be muffled by his boot shoving your face into the mattress. Then he was working your cunt again, lapping at the dripping petals to make you gasp.

Torture.

They had sent him to torture you.

The seemingly endless cycle of being licked to an edge just to have him stop cold, lean back and watch as you shook and squirmed for some semblance of relief… it was torture.

You're not sure when you started to beg, but as another climax was yanked from you a choked pleading tore from your throat.

“Please, Crosshair, let me cum!”

Boot. Mattress. Then his mouth back to your folds, lapping hard against your swollen and sensitive clit.

You groaned lustily against the sheet without that pesky dignity from before, he wasn't gonna be able to keep you from going over for long. Every brush, every lick felt like it could be your undoing.

You felt weak, trying to twist your wrists away from his grip but it was useless; his hand closed over them like a vice. Your body had started to shake and wouldn't stop. He pulled away again and you bucked against his hold,

“Krriffff, Crosshair, please,”

He chuckled, drawing his tongue across the length of your slit from front to back making you sob and your pelvis to clench.

“What do you want, sweetheart?”

“I want t-to cum… please,”

He pressed his thumb to your entrance with his free hand, adding the smallest hint of pressure to make you moan.

“Be more specific.”

“Please, I want to cum… make me cum,”

It wasn't exactly coherent, the words spilling from you,

He clicked his tongue,

“If you just want to cum you can do that yourself,”

Another jolt of pressure, his thumb pulling your lips open slightly to expose your opening more clearly.

“What. Do. You. Want?”

You whined under his boot heel, trying to wiggle your ass to push against his thumb, desperate for any contact.

“I want you to make me cum, Crosshair, please make me cum! Kriff, please?”

He made a contented noise that rumbled through his chest, sliding his thumb forward to spread your petals, lifting the hood over your clit… and blew.

Your senses exploded, all your muscles going tight at once and he lunged, sucking your button roughly, nipping his teeth against the bundled nerves driving the climax deeper through your brain. You came, rigid against his firm hold, unable to even cry out as your lungs were crushed by your own spasming. Fluid ran down your legs, chased by his tongue. There were sparkles in your vision, your synapsis on fire… and then you were spent, falling limp and gasping against him.

He kissed your ass cheek, then bit it lightly before pulling your bottoms back up and untangling himself from your numb limbs.

Crosshair rose from the bed, stretched, then reached for his discarded armor… confusing you,

“Was that really all you wanted?”

He looked over his shoulder at you, now sprawled prone over the bed, and smirked. A triumphant look danced behind his eyes.

“What else might I want?”

Your gaze roved over his tight muscles, barely hidden under the tight black fabric of his under clothing. Down his shoulders to his hips, the tight buttock and thighs. Your appraisal wasn't unnoticed and he turned slightly, letting you look at him more. His chest, his abs… your eyes darted down to the straining fabric at his groin and a small, needy moan escaped you as your pussy twitched.

“Don't you want to fuck me?”

A slight smile played across his lips, dancing behind his eyes.

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Stars yes…”

There was no use denying it. Now that he was here, partially stripped and hard for you there was no way you were letting him leave.

“Fuck me, Crosshair,”

He turned fully towards you, stroking himself thoughtfully through the fabric of his pants.

“I suppose I could fuck you, How ba~dly… do you want me to fuck you, inmate?”

“Badly… awfully, Please take me, Crosshair,”

You ground your hips into the mattress, watching him standing there, stroking himself lazily…so nonchalant…

Damn it…

“Take your close off, inmate.”

He stepped back, leaning himself against the table.

You obediently say up, tugging the hem of your shirt up.

“Slower.”

The command hit you in your core, and your breath came shaky as you, slowly, tugged the shirt up over your breasts, then head… and it was off. Your nipples hardened at the sudden cold air, having dressed too hastily to find under things. Next came the pants, and you hooked your thumbs into the band.

“Stand for those.”

You stood with a wobble, legs still feeling more like jelly than flesh and bone. The waistband slipped down your hips, your thighs, then fell to the floor.

He palmed his covered cock as he took in your nudity.

“Be a good girl and give me a little turn,”

His fingers made a spin motion and you swallowed, waiting for a sense of indignation, an urge to stop this that never came. You obeyed. Turning slowly, letting him see your back and ass, then facing him again.

“Very good… now get on all fours, facing me,”

You flushed, but did as he said, lowering yourself to your hands and knees to look at him from the floor.

“Come here, like that. Crawl to me, sweetheart.”

You balked for the first time in this new routine, flushing a deep red at the humiliating command. He cocked an eyebrow,

“If you don't want to I could always leave…”

You gritted your teeth, knowing you weren't likely to deny anything he asked from this point, and crawled forward. The bare panel flooring was hard against your knees but you closed the distance, coming even with his legs casually leaning against the table.

“Now tell me… what do you want?”

You gulped, your vision completely dominated by his visage poised over you. Relaxed, in control, slowly stroking the outline of his length to tease you more than himself.

“I-i want you to fuck me, Crosshair,”

“You can do better than that… what exactly do you want?”

He gripped himself pointedly through his blacks and your vision blurred with need. Lips trembling, a hint of pleading back in your voice,

“I want your cock…”

“Where do you want it?”

…

“Inside me.”

Flushing, you looked away, his knee nudged your chin to meet his eyes again.

“All together now, from the top…”

“I want you to fuck me, Crosshair, I want your… cock inside of me.”

Your eyes stayed obediently on his, his knee still pressed to your cheek.

“You can be nicer than that,”

Exasperation forced a frustrated sigh from you, causing his eyebrows to raise again and your jaw to clench.

“Please, fuck me, Crosshair… I want your cock inside me… please…”

As the first plea left you a shiver went down your spine, a small thrill from the submissive action. You nuzzled the knee pressed to your chin, forcing his eyes to widen for a brief second.

“If you want it so badly, darling, why don't you just take it then?”

He slid to sit on the bench proper, legs spread wide to either side of you, crotch jutted towards your eager, lustful expression.

“Why don't you fuck yourself on my cock?”

He smirked down, rolling his hips subtly to challenge you into action.

Perhaps he didn't expect you to take the invitation, but as your hands lashed out to hook his waistband, the fasteners pulled open with a sharp snap… he stilled. Elbows on the table behind him, still leaned in a relaxed posture, but frozen in a temporary trance. You tugged the fly the rest of the way open and his heavy cock sprang free, bopping you lightly in the nose making you flinch involuntarily.

This broke the spell as he failed to repress a snort of amusement. You narrowed your eyes at him and he composed himself as well as he could with that glint in his eye.

“Sorry, go on,”

You nipped at the head of his bobbing member making him hiss between his teeth. A hand roughly caught the back of your neck pulling you up off your knees and into his lap.

“I believe I told you to fuck yourself, inmate,”

His free hand grabbed your hip, grinding your bare sex against his shaft for emphasis eliciting a needy groan from your chest.

You decided to comply, tucking your feet over his thighs for leverage, you angled your torso up over him. He rested his arms back on the table once more as you balanced your hands on his shoulders. His length slid along your folds as you moved and you shivered, poised with him resting against your entrance. Rivulets of arousal trickled down his velvety skin to catch in the soft brush of pubic hair nested around its base.

“Well, I'm waiting…”

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath counting a heartbeat before opening them again. Meeting his eyes you couldn't help but think his features seemed softer from up here.

Easing your thigh muscles down, you carefully pushed him into yourself, slowly… an inch, then withdrawing, dropping an inch further, making sure he was lubricated with you from base to tip. When he was fully docked inside you ground your hips into him, feeling his hard length pushing deep against your inner limit and you moaned in satisfaction.

Finally,

He was biting his lip, keeping his reactions to a minimum as you began to move on him. Desperate little hops with your hips to bounce yourself. He seemed to enjoy you doing all the work, eyes dropping to watch how your breasts bobbed in front of him. A sliver of his tongue darted across his lips but he didn't move, didn't react, as he watched you ride him, desperately using him to get your self off.

You were frustrated, wanting it harder but knowing better than to ask for help. That wasn't what you were told to do. So you rolled your hips, bucking against him to find that bliss yourself.

Leaning back, you put your hands on his knees, tightening your pelvis and putting more power into your hips. His calm veneer broke and he grabbed onto your hips, keeping you anchored on his shaft as climax started to cloud your vision. Your motions and breathing became erratic, taking his guiding force on your hips as permission to let go you ground against him with reckless abandon, hurtling yourself over the edge,

“F~u~...”

Your voice cut out with a strangled cry and he pulled you down on him, sheathing himself in you with an ecstatic groan as your muscles convulsed and clamped down on his shaft.

He lifted you up, carrying you back to the bunk, plunking your ass against the mattress before pushing you over to lay on your stomach.

Your arms were grabbed and held behind your back once more as he angled himself back into your warm cunt. His weight dropped onto your back and you were pressed flat under him. His hips started to pump into you, quick and sharp as he grew comfortable with your shape under him and he started to ramp up the force.

A vulgar clapping of skin echoed through the room as he pounded into you, grunting from exertion as he took you hard. His free hand turned your head to look over your shoulder at him before dropping to grip your neck.

“Do you like this, sweetheart?”

All he got for an answer was a series of sharp, high pitched gasps from the rapid snapping of his hips.

“Getting wet for me like that…”

He groaned in his throat, grinding deeply into you making you sob in pleasure.

“You like the thought of being my cock slave?”

“Yes… kriffs sake yes…”

“That's right.”

Your breathing went ragged as he pushed himself up on his knees, pulling your waist with him. He moved his arms and hips in tandem to pump his full length in and out of you and you broke, orgasm driving your walls to slam around his thrusting rod until he couldn't take it any more himself.

He pulled your shoulders up, arms sliding around your chest and hand cupping your jaw hooking fingers into your mouth. You were held against his chest as his cock twitched violently inside of you, a throb for every spurt of seed he shot into your warmth.

He nuzzled into your neck breathless, tone softer than it had been,

“You were so good for me, darling… so good…”

You couldn't answer around his fingers, so you sucked them, sliding your tongue between them as he groaned.

~~~

The last piece of his armor latched on with a click as you dried your hair, thinking about this new arrangement as you looked at the food still on the table… you weren't sure you could complain. Well you could but…

You glanced over at him, adjusting something at his wrist before he looked up, finding you fully dressed as well.

…

“Alright… come on then,”

“What? C’mon where?”

He paced over to the door, tapping at the panel.

“You’ve been released. The doors been unlocked for days,”

“Wha-”

As the realization hit you anger washed through your senses and with out thinking you grabbed the fruit from the tray, chucking it at his head.

He caught it deftly and with a smirk in your direction, took a big bite out of the flesh, letting the juice run down his chin.

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apriltastic · 27 days ago

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Meet my Rook: Felix "Rook" Thorne

Male (he/him)/28/Grey Warden rogue

He once belonged to clan Lavellan and was 17 (almost 18) when the woman who would become the Inquisitor left for the conclave. They knew each other, but not well. Felix knew she was a powerful mage, quick-witted, and kind. When the clan got word she'd joined the Inquisition, he wanted to join the organization, as he'd recently proven himself to be a skilled hunter. The Keeper denied his request, as promising young hunters in the clan were few and far between.

Shortly after turning 19, he was out hunting with a group of hunters from his clan when they were attacked by darkspawn. Instead of fleeing, he fought off the horde, ensuring the safety of his other hunters, but he ended up blighted after being injured by the darkspawn. Knowing Grey Wardens were in the area, the hunters took Felix to them and pleaded with the Wardens to save his life. While the Joining is not to be used as a life-saving measure, the Wardens were already preparing for one for a group of new recruits, and they were impressed with the hunter's recounting of Felix's bravery and skills. They agreed to allow him to attempt the Joining, saying they would send word from Weisshaupt regarding his condition. (Obviously Wardens are going to keep their secrets...don't want to tell them he might die choking on darkspawn blood).

He survived, started going by Rook (because he cheated death..."rook" is slang for cheat/swindle), and immediately became a...Thorne (lol) in the First Warden's side. He is an absolute shithead. I love him.

He knew who Davrin was, but nothing beyond passing greetings at Weisshaupt. There was talk amongst senior leaders of also sending Rook to be an additional bodyguard for the griffons and their trainers, but then Rook decided to climb to the top of the First Warden's shit list.

Rook is driven by his emotions but is more likely to hide their outward manifestations with sarcasm and jokes. He tries not to take things too seriously unless the situation calls for it because he still can't decide if those hunters did him a favor when he was 19 or not. He reacts strongly to injustice, feeling part of his duty as a Warden is to correct it when he sees it. His correction of such situations is usually through force...he's not afraid to get into a physical confrontation if he feels it's called for.

He's also quick on his feet, often meaning he's prone to "do now, ask for forgiveness later" actions...which eventually lead to him being sent with Varric (see: First Warden's shit list).

He's a shameless flirt and has charmed the pants off many partners with relative ease.

He can't say he's ever been in love. There was one girl back in his clan he thought maybe one day... but when he went back to visit after surviving the Joining, she was married with babies on the way. He wasn't particularly upset or heartbroken over it and sent the family a gift when the babies were born.

And then he met Bellara.

At first, he found her a bit odd, constantly bouncing from one thing to the next. Obviously, he thought she was beautiful, but when his usual flirting fell flat, he just assumed she wasn't interested and made peace with just being friends.

What Rook thought was disinterest on her part was largely due to her inexperience. The topic of her inexperience made him nervous at first, mostly because he had plenty of it. He'd put plenty of notches in his belt and didn't want her to think she was just another one, or to think inexperience on her part was some kind of kink for him. He was nervous that despite his experience, he wouldn't be enough for her. It was paramount to him to make sure she felt safe, cherished, and cared for. She may have fallen first, but he definitely fell harder.

The night they...well, you know... He spent the time afterward worshipping every inch of her body he could get his hands and lips on. She traced his tattoos with her fingertips, and he mimicked her motions with his.

With Elgar'nan defeated, and Solas successfully tricked into using the fake dagger, Rook and Bellara return to Arlathan. While the blight within him may have changed, his experience as a Warden was still invaluable to the Veil Jumpers when fighting off any blight or darkspawn that lingered. Evka, now First Warden, assigned him to remain in Arlathan to assist with recovery efforts there and help Eldrin with the griffons now under his care.

Davrin also built a cabin nearby to "help with the griffons." (Eldrin, Rook, and Bellara are the closest thing he has to family but won't admit he wants to stay close to them).

He and Bellara get married by Eldrin in a small Dalish ceremony witnessed by Davrin and the Feather Brigade, and he starts going by his name again.

....

Not sure what happens from here, but I have LOVED every moment of playing this absolute cinnamon roll. I might start writing post-veilguard stuff for him, but either way. I had to share my guy. 🩷🩷🩷

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kcwriter-blog · 9 months ago

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An Argument in Favor of Solas as the Family Dog

It’s been posited, sometimes facetiously, that Solas was the “family dog” in his younger days. It’s a theory I have been kicking around for a while. If I’m right (and I’m probably not) Solas as the equivalent to the family dog makes a lot of sense – especially when it comes to what he has done in the past and what he plans to do in the future.

My theory is based on the number and positioning of the many Fen’Harel statues found throughout Thedas and in some of the places our Inquisitor travels to in Trespasser. There’s also the odd role wolves seem to play in Elven cuture. Finally, there is Solas’ personality. More under the cut.

We see statues of wolves all over the place but generally they are found in front of ancient Elvhen sites. There are statues at the Temple of Mythal, the Temple of Dirthamon and the grove in Crestwood. I also recently found one near Ghilan’nain’s grove. We see a lot of wolf statues in the Dales (we will get to the Emerald Knight companion thing, presently). Given that Fen’Harel was a rebel in ancient times and the equivalent of the Dalish devil in current day Thedas, what gives? Why all the statues? At the very least they should have been destroyed when he rebelled. It doesn’t make sense.

Let’s look at the positioning of the statues. Invariably we see a reclining wolf placed outside what we’ll call the inner sanctuary. That is, they are always at the front before you go into the place you would pray or make your offerings. It’s not a stretch to believe these statues are guarding the temples. We also see wolf statues placed all over the Vir Dirthara. That’s an even weirder place to see them because Solas implies that he isn’t called Fen’Harel until after his rebellion – so why a statue and why one in a guardian position? We do see howling wolves sometimes. They are mostly seen decorating eluvians. Again, they seem to be guarding or protecting something.

Moving along, we learn about the wolf companions the Emerald Knights have. This is also odd. Why wolves? Fen’Harel is theoretically a Trickster God and responsible for locking up the other gods. Usually, when a culture equates a god with negative attributes, people are wary around the animal representing it. Not in this case. These are guardian wolves and there are statues of them all over the Dales. I don’t think all the statues are of wolf companions. Many of the wolf statues are carved into mountainsides and they are gigantic. It would take a long time to create those without magic. And let’s not forget the statues we see underneath waterfalls in Watcher’s Reach and the Exalted Plains. They should be worn away by the water but aren’t. Watcher’s Reach is an old Elven ruin. Magic presumably keeps them from being worn down. Why? Because Fen’Harel is guarding the Dales.

Fen’Harel as guardian can also be seen in Dalish practice. A statue of Fen’Harel is always placed outside the camp to guard against demons. Given that he is thought of as practically a demon himself, this is again, weird behavior.

The stories we hear about him in Masked Empire are also interesting, particularly the Slow Arrow. In it, a village is beset by a monster. The other gods refuse to help so they turn to Fen’Harel. He answers their prayers by showing up. He realizes he can’t defeat the monster. He is then presented with a hard choice. He can attempt to kill it, even though he knows he will probably die and if that happens so will everyone in the village, or he can do something clever and save some of them. So, he launches the slow arrow. The monster comes, kills the adults but dies before it can kill the children. This is in keeping with Solas’ fairly pragmatic personality. It also illustrates that Fen’Harel, out of all the gods, even Mythal is always willing to come to the aid of the People.

So, what can we make of this? I believe Fen’Harel was and still is tasked with protecting the People. In a sense he fulfills the position of an Aavar hold beast. How did this happen? I’m not sure. Mythal could have called him out of the Fade with the purpose of protecting the People during the war with the Titans. His spirit could have been bound to a giant wolf. In the Deep Roads there is a codex that indicates depictions of Mythal were found alongside those of Fen’Harel. We know spirits can be reborn. If the giant wolf fell in battle, it might have been reborn and placed in an Elvhen body. Was it a body of it’s own or did it share a body in a similar fashion to Anders and Justice?

Solas as guardian of the People fits in other ways. If he wasn’t one of the Evanuris, he would have been part of the inner circle. He has some very nice castles and talks about missing court intrigue. He had status. If he wasn’t one of the Evanuris, serving as their guard dog would give him that status

Also, in the library, the spirits replay the final days of the elves when the Veil goes up. They are shocked that Fen’Harel would do something like this. Why? He’s been rebelling for a while so why the surprise? Maybe because he’s supposed to protect The People, not hurt them.

What could have happened? As the Evanuris became more corrupt they began hurting the People. They enslaved them, used them for experiments, hunted them and sacrificed them. If your purpose is to protect the People, what do you as a spirit do?

We see how Cole is diverted from his purpose as a spirit of Compassion into a spirit who performs mercy killings. He’s not the exact opposite of Compassion but he isn’t fulfilling his purpose either. A spirit with a body seems to be more complex. It’s not so binary. If Solas was a bound spirit, the only way to protect his charges might be to do what he did.

Fast-forward to the present day. He wakes up, sees how his people are treated and feels duty-bound to do what he can to save them. In this case by tearing down the Veil. It could be seen as a compulsion.

I’ve probably missed a ton of other evidence but in my opinion, all signs point to Solas at one time being the Protector of the People whose purpose was then twisted. I’d be interested in knowing what other people think.

#solas #dragon age inquisition #dragon age #solavellan #dai #solasmance #fen'harel #solas dragon age #solas dread wolf #dai solas #solas meta #dragon age meta

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vodika-vibes · 11 months ago

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The Seer

Summary: With the Fall of the Republic, and the destruction of the Jedi, your specific talents have made you a target. Luckily for you, with the right ambience, you can make even the most determined Inquisitor think that you’re a fraud. Unluckily for you, your fraud has caught the attention of some very dangerous spirits, and they will stop at nothing to see you punished.

Pairing: Future TBB Hunter x F!Reader

Word Count: 1743

Warnings: Mentions of Order 66, Reader is literally haunted

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly @clonethirstingisreal (since you like hunter ^-^)

A/N: I had an idea, so I decided to run with it. (My husband and friends are making onigiri for dinner with pork and I'm already sick so I'm not having dinner, I guess)

One year ago today, you were a Jedi.

Well, okay, you were a Jedi Padawan who had been sentenced to a year in the EduCorps due to something that you may, or may not, have done.

It had been a slog. So many books, so many papers, so many people lording their intelligence over you simply because they were assigned to the “smart” corps.

You hated it at the time, and even now, a year later, the memory is still enough to make you grumbly. Just, not as much as you used to be.

It’s hard to hate people who were wiped out to the last, after all.

Sometimes, late at night, you wonder how different things would have been if your nightmares and visions had been taken seriously. Would the Order have survived the Purge? Would the Clones have not turned on them? Would the Council have foreseen the betrayal?

And, like, sure. You know that visions don’t always come true. And you know that sometimes, in the process of trying to make something not come true you can make it happen faster. But! You’d been having the same nightmare since the start of the war.

Surely that had to have meant something?!

Your Master…disagreed.

He disagreed with you about a lot of things.

Not that he’s around to disagree with you on things anymore. He died in the purge…just like everyone else.

You only survived because the night before the purge, the Force practically screamed a warning for you to move, to go, and to never look back. And so you did.

You heard about the Purge 16 hours after it happened. And ever since that moment, you’ve been running.

Bouncing from planet to planet, jumping from job to job, trying to stay one step ahead of the Inquisitors and the Imperial soldiers who would absolutely execute you if they caught you.

That was until you, while working an odd job for a pirate, stumbled across a woman being harassed by Imperial Soldiers. She was an odd looking woman, draped in long skirts and long shawls, with large earrings and intricate paint decorating her pale blue skin.

The woman claimed to be a seer blessed by the spirits, and could foresee the future and allow the Imperials to speak with their deceased family. She waxed poetic about lucky charms and tarot readings, and, to your genuine shock, they left, calling her a lunatic.

You stare at the woman, your jaw dropped, and she winked at you, before she went back to hawking her lucky charms.

It’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever seen in your life.

Foolishness.

Ridiculous.

And yet…

And yet, if it’s stupid and it works, then is it really stupid?

Two months later, you open a little shop on Pabu, selling lucky charms, tarot readings, and love readings to anyone who wants to pay you. And a lot of people want to pay you.

You clad yourself in long skirts and loose shawls, and you let your hair hang freely around your head, tied out of your eyes by a ribbon that matches your outfit.

And not a single person pegs you as an actual Jedi.

Con-artist and miracle worker, but not Jedi.

It’s not really how you foresaw your life going, but really, being called a con-artist is better than being a Jedi any day of the week. Especially since Jedi means dead.

And that is how your days go…right up until Phee brought clones to your shop.

You love Phee, absolutely adore her, but the moment you see clones standing in your shop you are wondering how quickly you can kill her and dispose of her body without anyone missing her.

Still, you’re no fool. So you plaster your most vapid smile on your face and swish around them offering free tarot readings since they are friends of Phee.

You are almost offended when the one in glasses tells you that your tarot readings are a load of hogwash.

Almost.

After all, it’s not like you actually believe this nonsense either.

But, since Phee is a friend and she considers the clones her friends, you decide to tolerate them. After all, they seem very reasonable, not at all like the men you had nightmares of for three years.

And slowly, over time, you end up becoming friends with them.

Wrecker is always good for laughs, and he is more than happy to come around and help you move heavy objects. Tech takes one look at your electrical panel and nearly has a heart attack on the spot. In fact, aside from Omega, who thinks you’re a little weird and likes to keep her distance, the only one you don’t spend a large amount of time with is Hunter.

Echo quietly tells you that the incense that you use around your shop, incense you use to keep force spirits from harassing you, gives him a migraine, and you feel guilty enough that you put them away and air out the shop.

Which brings you to today.

Today you’re wearing shorts and a tank top, and you’ve abandoned your mystical look in favor of more practical ‘running for your life’ attire.

The Empire didn’t find you. No. That would have been easy.

You can kill Imperial Soldiers.

You can’t kill Force Ghosts.

In your defense, you don’t mean to get Hunter involved.

And you definitely don’t mean to crash into him at full speed.

Hunter catches you before you hit the ground, which is probably a good thing because running into plastoid armor at full speed is not something that you recommend.

He looks…surprised as he sets you back on your feet.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you not wearing miles of fabric.” He says slowly, and then his eyes narrow, “What are you running from?”

“Nothing! Don’t worry about it!” You blurt, your eyes darting one way and then the other.

He opens his mouth to say something and then he stills, his nostrils flaring, “What is that?”

“What?” you ask, alarmed.

And then the sensation washes over you. Cold, like ice nipping at your fingers and the tip of your nose. Followed by the whispers, barely words, yet radiating malice.

“I…have to go. Now. I have to go now.” You blurt as you try to twist out of his grip, only for Hunter to grab your shoulders and jerk you to the side.

A sensation, like that of a hand grabbing for you, brushes passed your arm, causing an immediate bruise to form on your arm.

Hunter stares at the red bruise on your arm, “Time to go.”

“Yep.” You agree immediately, “Away from people, preferably.”

Hunter takes your hand and starts pulling you away from the spirits…things…that are hunting you.

Luckily he seems to be able to sense them better than you can.

Half an hour later, you’re on the outskirts of the city and you, who haven't worked out properly since well before the Purge, are panting for air as you run after him.

“What did you do to make invisible enemies? And what are they?” Hunter demands as he jerks you to one side and then twists you so that two different spirits aren’t able to touch you.

“Um…no comment, and I think they’re spirits.”

“Please tell me that’s a joke?”

“Uh…no.”

“You’re telling me that ghosts are real?” Hunter demands as he jumps down into a stream and then lifts you up onto the other ledge.

“Well-”

Hunter just sighs, and drops the subject. He stops for a moment, his hand on your shoulder, and he listens. “Okay, I think we’re safe for now. I can’t hear them.”

You collapse onto a rock with a sigh of relief, “I haven’t run so much in ages,” You mumble. And then you straighten and glance at him, “You know, the spirits are very displeased with you.” You say, “They’re mad that you’re helping me.”

“Yeah?” Hunter scowls, “Feeling’s mutual. Little shits.”

You release a slightly hysterical little laugh, and you clamp your hand over your mouth when Hunter looks at you in concern. “Sorry.” You whisper, and you’re surprised to feel tears on your cheeks.

He looks deeply, deeply uncomfortable but he still kneels in front of you and places his hand on your shoulder, “You’re doing a great job.” He says, “There’s no need for tears.”

“I don’t even know why I’m crying-”

“It’s a lot, being hunted by things. Especially invisible things.” Hunter says, trying so hard to be gentle with you, and it’s obvious it doesn’t come naturally to him, “Do you have any idea why they’re coming after you?”

“I don’t know if you noticed this,” You say dryly, “But, like, all of the Jedi were killed.”

“...o…kay?”

You sigh and pick up a stick and draw some stick figures on the ground, “Jedi.” You say, and then you draw some more, “Sith.” You draw little angry lines around the sith. “When the Jedi died, the Force made a sharp turn towards the Dark.”

“Meaning-”

“Meaning the galaxy’s gone to shit.”

“Well, you’re not wrong.” Hunter agrees, and then he looks at you, “Follow up question.”

“Hm?”

“How do you know anything about the force?” Hunter asks.

“Uh…”

“Are you a Jedi?”

“...ummm…”

“You are. Why the kriff is a Jedi pretending to be a fake psychic?”

“Oh, come on. Because everyone knows that I’m a fake psychic.” You roll your eyes, “You know,” You adopt the wispy voice you use when you’re working, “If you make a healthy change then your soulmate will appear-”

“...you’re conning the Empire.” He says slowly.

“Better a con-artist than dead.” You point out logically.

“You’re not wrong, but I can’t believe that that works.”

“They’re not very smart, and they have a specific mental image as to what Jedi look like, so-”

“Huh…You know, I thought Jedi were supposed to be in better shape.”

“Hey! I’ll have you know that I have been pretending to be a fake psychic for the last year and the year before that I was…not at the temple.”

“Where were you?”

“I was at the EdiCorps Campus. As punishment. For punching a racist senator.”

Hunter smirks, “That right?”

You open your mouth to reply but then both of your heads snap to the side, “They found us.” You say as you scramble to your feet.

“So it seems.” He grabs your hand and tugs you, “Time to run.”

#star wars #tbb #tbb hunter x reader #hunter x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #f!reader fic

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scurvgirl · 2 months ago

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Learning about my Rook through banter. Just a little self-indulgent writing.

Bellara: So...you're Dalish, right?

Rook: Yep.

Bellara: But...you don't have Vallaslin.

Rook: I don't.

Bellara: Did you leave before you could get it?

Rook: No. My father isn't Dalish, and I was born in a city - I joined my mother's clan later. Didn't feel like the Vallaslin would suit me at the time.

Bellara: Oh.

Lucanis: Rook, what foods would you like prepared?

Rook: Anything really. Dalish, Free Marches, Tevinter, any kind of sea food.

Lucanis: Good to know.

Rook: You know, Taash, you don't have to choose to be Qunari or Rivaini.

Taash: What, you think I don't know that?

Rook: Hold your dragons. I'm saying - I'm Dalish and from a city. I respect the Vhenadahl and the halla. I sang prayers to Andraste and to the creators...before, you know, we knew shit.

Taash: Okay.

Rook: It's all important, and...you're all of it, put together into a unique experience of yourself.

Taash: I'll think about it.

Neve: Alright, your accent is not Tevinter, Antivan, Fereldan, or Orlesian. You're a Marcher.

Rook: She's found me out!

Neve: Now to figure out where.

Rook: Do you want me to tell you or is it more fun for you to put the clues together?

Neve: Don't tell me.

Rook: Fucking Venatori!

Harding: You really hate them.

Rook: Assholes kill people and use my gods as a fucking excuse.

Harding: You made that one explode.

Rook: Yeah, well, sometimes we deal with personal shit by exploding an evil shithead.

Neve: I've got it.

Rook: Oh do tell!

Neve: Kirkwall - Varric recruited you, told you to keep where you're from a secret.

Rook: Good thought but nope. Not from Kirkwall, and thank goodness for that.

Neve: Dammit.

Lucanis: You're quite good with that blade Rook. Who taught you?

Rook: My mother. She's a very skilled swordswoman. All of her kids are mages but she insisted we all learn how to defend ourselves with weaponry against Templars.

Lucanis: Smart woman. You have siblings?

Rook: Yeah, two older brothers.

Lucanis: Why am I not surprised you're the baby?

Rook: Because I am baby.

Bellara: I don't understand. Why not get the Vallaslin?

Rook: My clan was informed of its true meaning. My keeper started offering everyone a choice.

Bellara: True meaning?

Rook: Slave markings, apparently. Makes sense now with what we know of the gods.

Bellara: That's horrible!

Rook: My brother decided to get his despite that. He said "Whatever they were, they are now how we find each other. How we take pride in who we are." I didn't feel ready. I don't know if I will ever feel ready.

Bellara: That...makes a lot of sense, actually. Thank you.

Davrin: You saw the Inquisitor, right?

Rook: Yeah. For someone who has been fighting for so long, she looked great.

Davrin: She's like you - Dalish but no Vallaslin.

Rook: There's a few of us out there.

Davrin: I wonder how she got rid of it.

Rook: Ah. Don't like Ghilan'nain's design upon you?

Davrin: Most days it doesn't bother me, but some days...it makes my skin crawl.

Rook: I'll try to ask her next time I see her.

Neve: Alright. You don't have Vallaslin because your clan found out information about them from ancient times. You showed an odd familiarity with the inquisitor. You said you are both Dalish and from a city. You hate the Venatori. You're from Wycome.

Rook: Huzzah! You discovered it!

Neve: You were there when the Venatori tried to take over.

Rook: They poisoned our wells. Blamed the elves in the alienage. They killed so many.

Neve: That means your mother was from clan Lavellan - the same clan the Inquisitor was from.

Rook: That would be my clan.

Neve: No wonder Varric gave you a code name and made it so hard to find anything out about you.

Rook: I was twelve when Miriel, I mean, the Inquisitor, left the clan. We were so proud of her, and so worried for her. When she came back...without her Vallaslin...there was a lot of heartbreak that day.

Solas: You knew the Inquisitor.

Rook: I did. And you broke her heart.

Solas: I didn't have a choice.

Rook: From what she's said - you did. You just chose wrong.

#rook #asarla rook #asarla lavellan #dragon age #dragon age the veilguard #veilguard #scurv writes

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allmannerofmalady · 3 months ago

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DATV/: Thoughts after first 10 hours of playing

So. Many. Thoughts. With the caveat that I love the first 3 games and have been playing for years, and the storylines mean a lot to me.

I was really disappointed the day before launch because of spoilers I had seen, and it really dampened my excitement. BUT I’ve been enjoying the game much more than expected: specifically the environments and combat. I didn’t give a shit about Rook and was salty over losing the keep, and by an hour in I was growing quite fond of my Rook.

the dialogue writing is not good imho. It’s jarring and stilted at many times, and inconsistent between characters. The usual awkward BioWare quips etc are not the problem - the VO direction seems off? Either super flat or OTT. That being said, I’m playing a female Rook with the British VO and so far I’m enjoying it.

the game is beautiful but the character art style was a choice. I don’t understand why everyone has such big heads and is so squat? I get not committing to a hyper realistic look but WHY these proportions, I don’t understand.

As someone who fell for DA for the lore, the choices, the keep etc - it feels super shallow. And I’m sad about it. I can feel the rush to phase out the old games, and to me PERSONALLY I can’t understand the build up of storylines and cliffhangers that just get disregarded. Why create these casts of characters? Why should I care about the new companions if they just get tossed and recycled with each game? Where’s Fenris 😭

MAJOR SOLAVELLAN SPOILER YOU ARE WARNED - Solas is one of my favourite characters of all time. The Lavellan romance to me was captivating - add to that that I LOVE my Inquisitor and I’m very attached to her and her story. While I’m glad there’s an “good” ending that features both of them - I’m going to purposefully allow my brain to gloss over the details of it and fill the rest with HC because… yeah.

I know all of the reasoning behind justifying the choices of a “soft reboot” and leveling the story for new players but it still burns for me. I played 100s of hours in DAI alone. I bought DLC. I read all the books, art books and comics and survived on a cliffhanger for 10 years (and DA2s cliffhanger before that). It feels cheap to just get some bland dialogue and cameos and call it a day. It’s the fans who have kept the franchise going, idk. It’s not the send off I hoped for and preordered the game for. But I guess I’m glad we got a game at all at this point.

All that said - I will keep playing and enjoying it for what it is. I will enjoy the crumbs of fan service as much as I can (not Isabella’s cameo because wtf). I will finish the game out of love for DA thus far, Solas and my inquisitor. But idk if I see myself replaying this the way I have replayed the first 3 games for years. And I think I’ll need a long DA break after, because it’s going to be really… odd going back to the old games knowing what I know now. But I’ve lined up Metaphor ReFantazio as a palate cleanser :D more thoughts as they come, I guess?

#veilguard spoilers #dragon age #dragon age the veilguard #solavellan #why do I get so emotionally invested in video games help me

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kotemf · 5 months ago

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Codywan week - day 5

I'm aware I'm late and I apologize for that, I didn't have much time for writing in the past few days and I'm only catching up now. I hope you still enjoy my story for day 5 of the @codywanweek. You can read it here, on Wattpad or on Ao3, whichever you prefere.

Prompt: original Kenobi series script, hurt / comfort, only one bed

A/N: Okay, so, for the record, I kinda forgot how exactly the Kenobi series is so I'll just make this up and you are going to pretend it actually lines up, thanks y'all for your definitely voluntary cooperation.

When Obi-Wan accepted Bail Organa's request and went looking for Leia, he didn't know he wasn't the only one looking for her. He should've expected it, Bail wasn't above sending more people just to be sure. Not when it was about his daughter.

It was a shock when he met his former commander, the man who betrayed him and shot him in the back during order 66. They met in the clone wars, their friendship grew in the clone wars and the thing that developed between them, whatever that was, ended with the clone wars.

They were allies now. Because when they were chasing after the same goal once again, it wouldn't make sense to compete. Obi-Wan firmly believed that Cody meant no danger to him now that his inhibitor chip was gone. That didn't mean it wasn't difficult to work with Cody again after everything that happened.

They still worked well together as a team. Even if the uncomfortable silence between action was the stark opposite of the pleasant moments they used to spend in silence during the war. Even if Obi-Wan's instincts still screamed at him whenever Cody pulled out his blaster.

Despite everything, they managed to complete the mission. They found Leia, escaped the inquisitor and Vader - okay, Obi-Wan was still recovering from that encounter but no one had to know that - and were just boarding the shuttle Bail sent them to get to Alderaan. How he managed to get an empty shuttle with clearance to their location will forever be a mystery for Obi-Wan.

"Yay, that's our ship!" Leia cheered as soon as they entered the ship. Obi-Wan wanted to answer something but the little demon of a child was gone before he could as much as open his mouth. "I'm going to my room!"

"Tubies," Cody muttered to himself. Back in the day, Obi-Wan would probably correct him, tell him that nat-born children weren't called tubies and that clone cadets probably shouldn't have been called that either. As it was, he just pretended he didn't hear. He wasn't sure Cody would still be up to a witty banter. The clone grew older over the years, thanks to the clones' accelerated aging, and with that he grew sadder and more serious, Obi-Wan could feel it in the force.

"I will just-"

Before he could finish the sentence, Leia was already back. "There is a butterfly in my room," she announced.

"Is that a problem?" Obi-Wan asked.

"Yes. I don't like butterflies," Leia informed him. It was a little odd, most children hated spiders or worms, but what else was there to expect from a Skywalker, right?

"But butterflies are lovely," Cody tried to object. A huge mistake. Objecting to a Skywalker rarely ended well.

"No, they are not," Leia pouted. "Butterflies are ugly little monsters and I hate them."

"Do you want me to take it out?" Cody offered. He was doing his best to cover his amusement but wasn't entirely successful.

"Yes. Take it far, far away."

"Of course, ad'ika," Cody agreed easily and ruffled Leia's hair, earning an outraged huff from the girl, before he went to fulfill his task. Cody was nothing if not efficient and in a moment, the butterfly was gone.

"Thank you, Cody," Leia thanked because she was well raised. Obi-Wan was proud of her. She was going to make a great politician and diplomat one day, she inherited all the skills needed from Padmé.

"You are welcome, Leia. Will you be fine on your own now, or do you need something else."

"I'll be fine," Leia assured him before she jogged off again.

After that, nothing happened. And Obi-Wan meant literally nothing. He and Cody were just standing there, not saying anything. It was rather awkward. "Shall we take a look at the rest of the ship?"

"Yeah... Yeah, that sounds like a good idea," Cody agreed.

They explored the ship, found the incredibly small cockpit, Leia's room - they didn't dare to enter -, bathroom, small kitchen and another bedroom. There was one room missing.

"Where is the other bedroom?" Cody asked but Obi-Wan could tell he already knew the answer.

"There is no other bedroom," Obi-Wan voiced it for them both. Of course there was no other bedroom. It was the Organas' personal shuttle, made for three people, Leia, Bail, and Breha, his wife. It explained the way Leia immediately labeled one of the rooms as hers. "It's fine, I will sleep in the cockpit."

"I'm not letting you sleep there, there's no room to sleep comfortably," Cody dismissed the idea.

"I'm afraid it will be necessary."

"You take the bed, I will sleep in the cockpit."

"You just said the cockpit was too small!" Obi-Wan argued.

"Well, then we will have to share," Cody blurted out. He didn't look ashamed but he did feel ashamed in the force. "I mean... We used to share sometimes. During the war."

It was true. They shared their bed sometimes, when they were planet side on a campaign and there weren't enough bunks, or when it was cold and sharing heat was the only way to stay warmer. But that's something that used to be. Before Cody shot him. People who shot at each other usually didn't share beds, Obi-Wan was sure of that. "It's okay, I will stay in the cockpit." It wasn't like Obi-Wan could possibly get a good sleep either way, he was too anxious with his former commander around.

"With all due respect, you need sleep too, general."

"I have the force, I will be fine."

"Ten years, general. Ten years and you are still the same self sacrificing di'kut. I guess it was too much to hope you got some self preservation instinct.

Now that was just insulting. But not in a bad way. Cody used the same annoyed but fond tone he used during the war when he had to convince Obi-Wan to take a break from paper work or to get something to eat. It felt like the good old times for a moment. And Obi-Wan knew that Cody wasn't going to budge until he got what he wanted. "Fine."

"I'm glad we found a solution convenient to both of us, general," Cody said. He had the audacity of smirking at Obi-Wan.

"Not your general anymore."

"You will always be my general." Cody shrugged. It sounded like there was a deep meaning behind those words but Obi-Wan didn't have time to think about it. "I will get the shuttle flying."

Everything was fine for the entire duration of an hour and half. Until it was time to get some sleep. How was Obi-Wan supposed to sleep with someone who tried to kill him sleeping next to him, he didn't know.

"I suppose it's time to go to sleep," Cody voiced his thoughts. He started taking his armor off, piece by piece, following the same routine Obi-Wan saw him perform many, many times, until he was stripped down to his blacks. Obi-Wan removed the outer layer of his robes and his tunic but kept the rest of his clothes on. The shuttle should be relatively safe, with shields and alarm, but war has taught him to never be unprepared. And he wouldn't feel all that comfortable sleeping in just underwear with Cody there either.

"Where did you get those?" Cody asked. Obi-Wan had no idea what he was talking about. "The scars. They are new."

Right, it wasn't all that long ago that he fought Vader and almost burned in lava. Bacta could fix a lot of things but it had it's limits. "I fought Vader."

"Yes, I am aware. You just forgot to mention you almost died."

"Don't be dramatic! It's nothing serious."

Cody gave him his infamous unimpressed stare. "I'm not even going to ask you if it hurts because I know you are going to deny it. I will get you some pain meds."

"That won't be-"

"Stop lying, Obi-Wan." Obi-Wan. The last time Cody has called him that was the faithful day on Utapau. "You know you don't have to lie to me."

Obi-Wan knew. Before Utapau. He wasn't so sure now.

Cody wasn't force sensitive. Yet he still seemed to pick on Obi-Wan's feelings. "I'm sorry you can't trust me anymore."

Maybe it was Cody's sad smile. Maybe it was the pain that radiated from Cody in the force. Maybe it was something entirely different. But it did the thing. Because no matter what, Obi-Wan couldn't bear to be the cause of Cody's pain and sorrow. "I trust you, Cody." Obi-Wan was surprised to realize that he actually meant it.

There were no words for the way Cody lit up in the force, like the gold sunbeams that used to decorate his armor. He repainted it, made it gray. Obi-Wan wasn't sure if the color was picked simply because Cody deemed it more appropriate or as a sign of mourning, because that was the meaning of gray in mandalorian culture. It wasn't the first time Obi-Wan wondered how Cody did it, how he escaped the empire, made peace with almost all of his brothers being gone. Obi-Wan lost everything too but he was a Jedi. Jedi were always prepared to let go.

Wordlessly, Cody passed Obi-Wan a pill he fished out of his med kit. Obi-Wan just hoped it wasn't a poison. Nothing in Cody suggested that he was trying to get rid of Obi-Wan but Obi-Wan was rarely sure nowadays.

"Let's go to sleep," Obi-Wan suggested. There was no reason to make it more awkward than it already was. He settled on the bed, as close to the edge as he dared. Cody did the same. This was just awkward.

"Good night," Cody whispered as he covered himself with a blanket.

"Good night."

Obi-Wan couldn't sleep. He rarely could. Everytime he closed his eyes, he saw visions. Visions of the past, visions of how things could have been. What if he hadn't fucked up so bad with Anakin, what if he noticed that the chancellor's interest in the boy was starting to be suspicious, what if he fought more against Ahsoka being expelled from the order, what if, what if, what if, wha-

Cody put a hand around Obi-Wan's waist in his sleep. Obi-Wan's first reaction was panic. He tried to shuffle further away from Cody to which the other man grumbled unhappily and pulled Obi-Wan closer to him. The emotions were overwhelming in the beginning. Then Obi-Wan allowed himself to relax in Cody's arms. He closed his eyes again.

There were no nightmares. No memories. No visions. No what ifs. No. This time, the only thing Obi-Wan saw was the sun, warm and bright, just like the man besides him.

#star wars #fan fiction #star wars fan fiction #commander cody #cc 2224 #obi wan kenobi #codywan #leia organa #codywan week 2024 #hurt/comfort #only one bed

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eeper-jeeper · 6 months ago

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Ok so I finally got the chance to listen through Our Martyred Lady with a friend and I just want to talk about a few things especially regarding Celefax because I heard of a few things before going into it like the focus scene and the robes but there is some more to chew on that I want to discuss so bad

So MAJOR spoilers below!! (Also heads up I am still very new to Warhammer in general and have forgotten some terms)

Ok so for starters I want to just talk about the fact Greyfax knows what bees are enough to question why someone else doesn't know what they are. I just think this is just a fun bit and something about it is just very humorous to me. Like how much random knowledge does she know about old life forms? Either way I love the fact the knowledge of bees has persisted this far.

Next, characters constantly bring up that Greyfax spending time with Celestine is changing her. It happens like twice and it is so funny especially given she says something like "What do you know of me?" In reply like everyone sees that crush a mile away girl !!

The fact Greyfax got angry that she wasn't informed that Celestine was on Terra for two whole days before she knew!! In tandem with this Celestine personally requesting Greyfax to see her like !!! Hello?? These facts are so everything to me like they wanted to see each other??

The ecclesiarchy guy describes how pretty Celestine is in detail and this distracts Greyfax enough for her to snap at him to be quiet. (To be fair they were up high so she could get away from all the mind clutter of the crowd) BUT I think it's fun that this is the note this conversation ends on.

When shit hits the fan and the assassination attempt starts and Greyfax reaches out to Celestines mind to reassure her that it's her doing the shooting currently because of said attempt. Then Celestine says Katarinya… and automatically trusts that it's her and goes along with said plan. THEN !!! WHEN Celestine mentions there's an Inquisitor here she knows and trusts the music starts sparkling?? IT'S WRITING ITSELF I CAN'T MAKE THIS SHIT UP !!!

Greyfaxs assistant was sososo funny so he gets a mention here.

When Greyfax points out that it's odd that the Emperor would bring Celestine to protect just one guy and Celestine laughs in response. I really enjoyed their banter in this audio drama as it didn't feel like it was with malice. It was very much reasonable for Greyfax to point out but also I do enjoy the fact that Celestine comes back with equal energy. It's a fun dynamic and it feels like they both keep each other on their toes.

Celestine correctly calls out Greyfax about leaving her assistant with the guy they were protecting but in the most endearing tone of voice possible.

This part, oh my goodness, THIS PART. When Greyfax and Celestine get into another one of their spats. Celestine tells Greyfax to have faith which she responds with to who? The emperor or humanity? WHICH CELESTINE GOES IN ME for starters. Like my jaw was on the floor, what in the yuri?? Faith in her?? She wants Greyfax to find faith. in. HER. Like I need a minute holy moly that's yea… yea… AND I WILL GET BACK TO THIS LATER.

Celestine basically becoming an Astronomicon for the most sopping wet cat Navigator I must add. Greyfax was against it but when she sees her shining brightly outside the ship she goes “Just as I saw her on Cadia…” it's really a shame I didn't write down the whole line because it was a lot gayer than that. In my notes I just have “A SHINING VEIL” written in all caps and I know Greyfax described Celestine as that but much more elegantly. I cannot make this shit up. I cannot.

This next bit had me cackling and I would love to explore their dynamic more in scenes like this but when Celestine is rushing into battle and Greyfax comes on the vox and says “One or two alive would be nice.” and Celestine laughs and says she'll try. This is followed up by Celestine basically scruffing the two enemies who gave her sass while saying “I know an Inquisitor who would like to talk to you!” Like she's… such a dork… I love her so much the image has not left my head. “You will suffer the wrath of Inquisitor Greyfax!” LIKE I LOVE HER DHDKSNKSND

ALSO here feels like a good place to mention Celestine only calls Greyfax by Katarinya to her face and I think that's sweet personally.

The robes scene we all know about and it's absolutely insane that it happened. I cannot believe its canon. What were those doing there Greyfax??? CAN'T MAKE THIS SHIT UP

THE INTERROGATION SCENE !! Can we just talk about what a power duo Celefax is because wow they worked so well together here!! Personally I'm still laughing about the prisoner shouting to get that witch away from her and Greyfax basically going Oh Celestine? She stays ^_^ and Celestine immediately bouncing off her to go: It must be the emperor's holy light piercing your soul >:) Like they are the power couple ever fr

Greyfax yelling at the Black Templars then doing a complete 180 with her tone to be like Celestine can you help us perhaps?

Greyfax basically breaking into Celestine's room after she doesn't answer her vox. Immediately Greyfax can tell something is wrong too by the look on Celestine's face and I just.. I cannot make this shit u

I will be real, I might have misinterpreted this scene as I don't really remember the details but Celestine becomes a beacon again and Greyfax while not having any personal faith to give still does everything in her power to protect Celestine. Like Greyfax personally beefs with a daemon so Celestine can focus I'm pretty sure at this bit. That's how it came off to me at least and at the end of it Greyfax admits that perhaps Celestine is really blessed.

Greyfax arguing with the Black Templar Marshall and Celestine goes “Katarinya, is now really the time for this?” Ever so calmly that Greyfax IMMEDIATELY is like no and backs off. I don't even know what to say at this point like she got her to calm down THAT QUICKLY.

One bit of the focus scene I feel like we haven't focused on enough (pun intended). Is the fact before the device breaks when Greyfax goes into it she specifically thinks of Celestine to stay calm. I HAVE NEVER MET A GAYER WOMAN (and I am one!!)

This being followed up by Celestine literally breaking into Greyfaxs room to make sure she's ok. “Wake up Katarinya it's me!” I adore busting each other's doors down is a recurring thing between them. However for the doors sake I might have a suggestion for both of them that'll get me shot on sight!

The focus scene could literally have its own post genuinely because WOW. Celestine going “Trust me, Katarinya.” “Show a little faith.” Like Greyfax is putty in her hands practically and you can't tell me otherwise. THE KNEELING TOGETHER?? GREYFAX APOLOGIZING IN THE MOST VULNERABLE TONE WE'VE HEARD FROM HER?? Can't make it up just losing my freaking mind!!! It being said specifically we are the gauntlet and the fist. Ya know, we… like both of them… I'm so normal. There is no heterosexual explanation for anything that goes on in this scene. “I believe you, I believe in you Katarinya!”

Next time they rush into battle Celestine jokes “No prisoners this time, Katarinya?” I love her, your honor.

So for the climax now when Celestine gets taken prisoner and her wings start turning black has about equally as much to discuss. So first Greyfax immediately calls out to Celestine and encourages her to fight through it. “By Throne I won't let this happen!” She says literally!! They took her gf dammit!! Celestine asks Greyfax to keep her safe. Greyfax literally saying “I won't let you take her!” Like without just quoting a bunch of stuff from this part I like how this was like a culmination of their progress together. Genuinely this scene was awesome and to see Greyfax fight so hard out of genuine care for Celestine was EVERYTHING !! As well as we see how much trust Celestine puts into Greyfax at this moment. And the kicker of it all is when they inevitably have to kill Celestine, its Greyfax who yells at Longinus to have faith. LIKE she did it, she said it, she has faith in Celestine. I love this moment so much it's crazy.

Longinus not knowing that Celestine revives is genuinely one of the funniest bits in the drama because Greyfax is so incredibly smug about it. “I'm surprised by this gap in your knowledge.” Like the way she says it??? Yea she knows all things Celestine and she's gonna rub it in your face apparently !! I need more of this desperately PLEASE.

Greyfax asking Celestine what she's going to do to the heretic for Celestine to basically be like you know exactly what I'm going to do. (And that she does! The ending genuinely could have not been any funnier)

So in conclusion to my ramble:

#warhammer 40k #celefax #saint celestine #katarinya greyfax #adepta sororitas #wh40k #sisters of battle #SUCH GOOD AUDIO DRAMA #there was a lot more aside the celefax that was really awesome #like oh my god every voice actor nailed their role it was so good #I JUST RLY NEEDED TO RAMBLE ABOUT ALL THIS THO #I hadn't seen a lot of this stuff mentioned anywhere and I think it just needs to be said #JFOPWJOPFWJOPF #im spinning these two like crazy in my head #like im so normal (im not normal abt them in the slightest)#i am so late to the party tho whoops

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hyper-elastagirl · 2 months ago

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Now that I've had some time to digest veilguard I gotta ask (and ramble about my quizzy below)

Like many of us, I have gotten extremely attached to my inquisitor (and her romanced option). She's been with me for 10 years! Adahlena Lavellan was the first oc of mine that I made and *stayed the same* and hasn't been drastically reworked as my interests evolved. She and my love of dragon age and our beloved egg headed apostate have been a solid presence in my life for 10 whole years. So I've had a lot of time to get to know her. I think our canon solavellan ending is sweet, like something out of mythology, but I'm not sure if Adah would be down for it?? Ramble below

Adahlena Lavellan dedicated her life pre-inquisition to mastering the art of the hunt and devoting herself to June. With a quick wit and nimble fingers from a young age, she excelled at archery and crafting tools and had a love for tinkering and dreaming of what technology was like in the age of the gods. After an unfortunate run in with Tevinter slavers as a youth, she became radicalized. Staunchly anti slavery (and anti human), she set her mind to improving upon existing tech and dreaming up new ways to keep her people safe. Needless to say she was not a happy camper in haven! Surrounded by humans (ew! Scary!) She was drawn to Solas as a friendly elven face. Her prejudice against humans slowly softened, but she was always drawn to Solas's witt and familiar comfort and loved picking his brain and asking questions.

She declined to have her vallaslin removed in Crestwood. Adah strongly believes that what is in the past is in the past and wears her shackle scars and injries from the slavers with pride. She is also still very attached to her clan and Dalish culture, their rejection would devastate her. Her refusal is based on the fact that they mean something else now, and she would not want to erase or tarnish a life's worth of positive memories.

Post trespasser, she disbands the inquisition and vows to try and change Solas's mind, and if that fails then to stop him. In between searching for him, Adah blows off steam taking out venatori slavers and befriends Fenris. They bond over relationship woes (a widower and divorcee) amd she promises to try and help find Hawke in the fade, as she feels horrible for leaving him there. (I think they should go on an eluvian hopping adventure together after meeting Rook and eventually rescue Hawke. And also Assan cuddles, everyone deserves Assan cuddles.).

She keeps a low profile. Still generally hesitant around humans, and hates the title "herald of andraste". The maker is not her god, the chant not her religion, none of it her culture. Sure, she's had good experieces, made lifelong friends, made world shattering discoveries, and enjoys exploring the world and learning all she can. But it's been 10 years and she is tired of the weight of it all and misses the early days in haven when it felt like a group of frieds against the world and she had an odd apostate to flirt with. Or the mindless comfort of her clan, daily hurts and tweaking her bow around a fire full of family.

So, the last two of her gods are felled and it's time to stop Solas once and for all, or die trying. He tries himself to the fade with blood magic resolves himself to keeping it intact. Canonically, a romanced Lavellan joins him and it is very sweet. But I'm not sure if that's Adahlena's vibe, you run into his arms and have a sweet fairytale ending (but yay for all of you who like it!)

I feel like she would be well within her right to not join Solas. 10 years is a really long time to be separated from a loved one, and Dread Wolf Solas is so different from the more wisdom-y Solas she knew and loved. Also, Varric :( I can imagine her instead spending the rest of her days tinkering with Bellara and the veil jumpers and exploring Arlathan.

If she did join him, it would be less for the sake of him and more for the sake of getting away from it all. In the prison there's no herald of andraste and the dread wolf, just Adahlena and Solas,normal people. I'm sure after a while with some funky ancient elven magic she could wander and learn from the ruins and tinkering and maybe even communicate with the world so she can keep in contact with her bestie Dorian. And for course, slowly fall back in love. This time with no secrets between them.

But idk, I still have a lot of thoughts to sort through. What about you guys how we feeling how would your Lavellan react if not 100% in line with canon? I'd love to hear

#veilguard spoilers #dragon age the veilguard #dragon age #solasmancers #solavellan

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extravagantliar · 2 months ago

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@mercysought stated: And God i do want you to go into it but my heart is too fragile

It would be a shame if someone were to find their laptop and it was charged for once then.

So the lines:

"You might want to consider running at the first opportunity. I’ve written enough tragedies to recognise where this is going."

By 9:41, Varric had six completed books and one manuscript that had never been completed. ( All This Shit is Weird is considered canonical and makes seven, and it was likely published on the road ( likely 9:42 based on pacing ), it is published outside of his core of seven & Agents of the Inquisition was eight and published likely in 9:44, so for ease I am ignoring them )

While most of them are thrillers dealing with Carta, Kirkwall, family ties, betrayal, and blood, we only know how two of them end: Hard in Hightown ( thank you, Mary, for making the Garden canon ) and Tale of the Champion. We can argue we don't even know how TOTC truly ends as Varric is the one with the keys to that true story. However, I digress. Varric excels in tragic heroes as he is one. Sure, the dwarf and Mary can fight me on it - but I currently have the car's keys. Sorry buddy, you’re Sampson, and Kirkwall is your Goliath.

He's seen things fall apart in spades; his burnt manuscript spurns him into a spiral of choices that leads to a repeating crossbow, a knife in his back, and a bounty on his head for the rest of his natural life if he talks to someone.

Varric is a runner. This line is as much for him as it is for the Inquisitor, as he's seen two explosions very quickly in his forty-some-odd years.

Oh, but Elisa, this explains his words and how they frame to him.

Your inquisitor never gets a choice. Varric is pointing this out now. Their position, their power, their everything is borrowed, and he has seen borrowed power in Kirkwall for many reasons - Mere. It is not him reading any tea leaves or any magic power; it is literally, this is going to kill you because the you that is the person before they are the title does DIE. You can make several arguments that the Inquisitor does die at least twice, and it’s by the skin of their teeth and sunday school that you walk out of fire, fade, snow, and fuckery.

DATV is devoid of open moves on the board - DAI is devoid of you moving your piece yourself, you have three people who make choices for you, and then we have Morrigan and Solas coming up the rear to TACKLE you with more spaces you can move, but they move the piece for you.

This is Varric’s attempt at saving the person, giving them the line to run as he’s seen things in himself, Hawke, his mother, Bianca, and every single person he’s ever lost or left.

The warning is also given to Solas, though Varric never says it outright, nor does Varric clock the thing right in front of him, as Solas deserves an Academy Award for his acting. But Varric’s words are for him too - likely they said something like this to each other in their unscripted fifteen because why would anyone want to stay?

Varric explains that too - “Thousands died up on that mountain; I was almost one of them.” Bleeding hearts always still bleed.

Crisis reframes everything, even for someone who claims not to be a hero.

#.bullshit ( ooc )#.from the desk of: v. tethras ( headcanon )

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justab00knerd · 2 months ago

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𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓓𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓸𝓷'𝓼 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Chapter Two: Professor Um-bitch Is The Worst ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

At first I thought Professor Um-bitch couldn’t do anything else that was loony, and she just had to prove me wrong. A few weeks after the initial first week of our fifth year, the madness started. I believe it happened soon after Harry had gotten detention with Professor Um-bitch. Professor McGonagall intercepted Professor Um-bitch’s way as she walked out of the Great Hall. Professor McGonagall came to confront her about how she handled how she punishes students. At first, I thought that Professor Um-bitch would just apologise or back down but no. Of course she had to just disrespect Professor McGonagall. Lord praise her for her strength she has to deal and tolerate this bitch. Not only that but somehow I’ve come to hate Flich even more than last year. Outside of the great hall, Filch hung up these posters. One wrote, “Educational Decree Number 23: Dolores Jane Umbridge has been appointed to the post of Hogwarts High Inquisitor.” Was the Ministry going mad? Not only did they send a loony, mad-woman, but they also had to give her the title of “High Inquisitor.” Not only that, it made the front page in the Daily Prophet.

Following the days of the decree, one could say everything from there went downhill. Day after day, Professor Um-bitch continued to implement more and more crazy rules! These rules included such as forbidding the Weasley Twins from freely selling their products. Although, that never stopped them from selling them in secret and to be honest I’ve always been a fan of the twins and not just because I was friends with their younger brother. Let’s not even mention how she came to every single class and interrogated each teacher. Even poor Professor Snape came to be a victim of these interrogations! Even Professor Trelawney got verbally beaten by the “High Inquisitor” when she came into our class. A few days later after Umbridge’s questioning, a commotion occurred in the courtyard.

As I accompanied Cho to the courtyard, well at least I tried to; students from all years and houses were walking towards the courtyard in curiosity. When I caught up to Cho she was already talking to Harry.

“Cho! Wh-what’s going on?” Harry asked as they walked briskly together. I stood a few steps back with Hermione and Ron, listening in on their conversation.

“It’s Professor Trelawney,” Cho’s Scottish accent stood out like a sore thumb. My heart jumps at my throat. Professor Trelawney? What’s happening to Professor Trelawney?!?

Once we had arrived at the courtyard in front of the main entrance, I found myself watching Filch carry out bags to Professor Trelawney who stood confused outside. Following close behind Filch was that insufferable woman in pink. To make it worse she was smiling. Realisation hits me like a truck. This was Professor Um-bitch’s doing. That little… She can’t do this! Can she?

I know that many people don’t really like Professor Trelawney, after all everyone calls her crazy and well… odd. But I quite enjoy her classes, much to the dismay of Hermione. It was just something about Divination that clicked with me, I suppose. I mean not as much as Astrology or Potions, but I did enjoy her class.

I stood next to Hermione and Harry as Professor Um-bitch made her way to our dear professor. The latter professor looked like she was distraught and on the verge of tears. Enough even to almost trip over her baggage. She takes a moment to compose herself before taking small steps closer to Um-bitch.

“Si-sixteen years I’ve lived and taught here. Hogwarts is my home,” Her voice cracked as she spoke in a soft tone. “Yo-you can’t do this.” My heart dropped. I bit the inside of my cheek. I wanted to do something. Anything. But I waited for Um-bitch’s response. Maybe, just maybe, she could grow a heart.

“Actually,” Her high pitched voice started before she brought up a letter. “I can.” Red covered my vision. How DARE she! I watch as Trelawney starts to cry. I took in a deep breath, before sliding past Harry. I heard Hermione call out my name, but I didn’t look back. I briskly walked to Professor Trelawney's side before stepping in front of her.

“Ms.Quinn, what do you think you’re doing?” She giggled. Oh founders of Hogwarts, how much would I LOVE to slap that smile off her face. Maybe I should just introduce her instead with my fist?

“Well, Professor. I’m protecting what I love.” I threw a glance to Professor Trelawney whose tears were almost escaping her. “I don’t know what gave you the right to just-just kick teachers out, but I know damn well that Professor Trelawney doesn’t deserve this!” I project my voice loud and clear for not just Professor Um-bitch for all the students to hear.

“It-it’s just unethical! Inhuman even!” I cry. I could tell she was annoyed with me,after all I saw the way her jaw ticked as she tried to keep her tight knit smiling face. Honestly, it was a misstep on her part.

“Ms.Quinn, I assure you this is for the great good of Hogwarts. So, unless you would like detention in my office, please stand aside.” I gritted my teeth. She motioned me with her arm to stand aside, but I held my ground. I swore I could see I hit a nerve, but before she could say or do anything else, Professor McGonagall rushed out. I turned to her as she rushed to Professor Trelawney’s side and embraced her.

“Ms.Quinn, what is going on here?” Professor McGonagall asked, I could tell her eyes weren’t on me but, instead on the person behind me. I told her blankly what had happened a few moments prior to her appearance.

“Something you would like to say dear?” Um-bitch told Professor McGonagall. Her tone was endearing as if she held the Headmaster position. I thought a quick prayer for Um-bitch hoping she lived a good life before I killed her myself.

“Oh, there are several things I would like to say.” I took a few steps back, giving the teachers some room. Professor McGonagall patted Professor Trelawney’s head as she cried. Before Professor Um-bitch could say anything more there was a loud knock before the tall doors of Hogwarts opened presenting our Headmaster, Professor Dumbledore. I let out a breath I didn’t realise I was holding. As long as Professor Dumbledore was here I knew that we would be safe from Um-bitch’s tyranny.

“Professor McGonagall, might I ask you to escort Syvil back inside.” Professor Dumbledore’s voice boomed in the quiet courtyard, I smirked to myself.

Take that Professor Um-bitch!

I bowed my head before walking back slowly leaving the Headmaster to deal with that annoying pink woman. Once far enough, I bring my head back to see Professor McGonagoll hold Professor Trelawney by the arm, bringing her back inside the walls of Hogwarts. As they pass the Headmaster, Professor Trelawney gives her thanks to Professor Dumbledore many times before leaving.

“Dumbledore,” I groaned at the voice of Professor Umbridge. I swear, how in the world did she land herself high in the Ministry? If I want to become an Auror, I hope she will have already retired by then. “May I remind you that under the terms of Educational Decree number 23 as enacted by the Minister-”

“You have the right to dismiss my teachers, you do not, however, have the authority to banish them from the grounds. That power remains with the Headmaster.” Dumbledore fires back mid sentence. I couldn’t help a snort that slipped out, and I swore she could hear me across the yard because I felt her side eye me before bringing her attention back to the Headmaster. Her smile widens into a smirk.

“For now.” My mind goes blank.

For now? What does she mean for now?

Professor Dumbledore remained silent. Why was he remaining silent? Shouldn’t he say something? Anything?

Nothing. Absolutely nothing. All he does is turn around and yell something about studying. Studying? What the hell are we supposed to study?

We all stood there for a moment before students started to disperse. I stand where I stood for a moment longer before clicking my tongue and turning on my heel. I hear Professor Um-bitch call me out. I was about to walk away from her but I knew better than that. I spin around to face her direction.

“I hope to see you in my office tomorrow after class.” I give her a confused look. “Detention. Be grateful I didn’t deduct any House Points.” She giggled before turning away and walking to Lord knows where. I let out a mix of a groan and a sigh before scurrying away to the library.

But of course it seems like the universe hated me. I had to run into Malfoy and his little gang.

“Oh look who we have here! Little Miss Teacher's pet, now are we?” Parkinson laughed. The rest follows suit as I stand awkwardly at the side. Letting out a sigh before continuing my way towards the library.

“Oh no you’re not!” Someone yelled from behind, it was a girl’s voice. Greengrass maybe? Well, it didn’t matter. I hear their shoes clack on the stone floor, I pick up speed running anywhere my legs take me. I hear them laugh at me as they chase me through the halls. I make a sharp turn towards the Gryffindor tower, I pray to myself that I make it to the Fat Lady before Parkinson and Greengrass catch me.

As the Fat Lady came into sight I pushed myself to pump my legs faster. I faintly hear Parkinson yell to everyone that I was near the Gryffindor dormitories and I hear their footsteps get louder and louder indicating they are close by.

“Mimbulus mimbletonia,” I breath out, I see the Fat Lady usher me in before shutting the entrance on the Slytherins. At first it was weird to be surrounded by red and gold tapestry, I mean after all my house colours were blue and silver.

“Blimey Stella, what happened to you?” Ron asked as he watched me lean on the walls in order not to fall to my knees. I take in deep breaths, practically heaving. Harry and Hermione look to one another before rushing to my side and ushering me to the couch. Once I caught my breath I told them about my encounter with the Slytherins, AKA their worst enemy at school. They all stared for a moment before Ron broke the silence about how they’re just the worst. I nodded along as they bad-mouth Malfoy and his friends. I understood where they were coming from, after Malfoy has been taunting them ever since first year. But I think he wasn’t all too bad. I mean as long as he kept his pretty mouth shut.

Soon the topic shifted to today’s events, well more specifically Professor Um-bitch.

“We’re not learning how to defend ourselves. We’re not learning how to pass our O.W.L.s. She’s taking over the entire school.” Hermione complains as she paces back-and-forth in the common room. It was almost time for curfew and I was still held up in the Gryffindor common room instead of the Ravenclaw one. The radio in the common room projects the Minister’s voice and Harry turns the volume up to listen in. He goes on about how the disappearances are all of Sirius Black’s fault, which from what I know isn’t true. After all, even when he gave us a visit in our third year, he was far from evil. Quite the opposite really. As they zone in on what the radio says I finally stand up from my place on the couch near Ron.

“I-I should go. I’m sure that Malfoy and his lap dogs are gone by now. An-and it’s getting late,” I stutter as I rush to grab my robes off the back rest of the couch. Hermione nods before walking over to me and taking me in her arms. I jump at the contact; I suppose that I’m still a bit unused to hugs.

“Good night Stella,” She says before letting me go. “Sleep well. We still have classes tomorrow.”

“Night ‘mione,” I gave her a curt nod and wished Harry and Ron good night which they say in turn. As I exit the common room I check the surroundings, putting an effort to look for any green robes. Specifically, Parkinson and Greengrass’s robes.

After Malfoy and I’s first assignment we created a partial truce. As long as I continue being his Potions partner, which to be honest was also in my best interests as Hermione wasn’t in my class so, he was my next best option. Luckily for me, he offered to be civil with me in and outside of class which I took eagerly. If I could get one less bully off my back, I’m in.

Now that I look back on it, Malfoy never really told me off like he did to Hermione. The ones who liked making sure I knew my place were Parkinson and Greengrass as they constantly called my stuck-up know-it-all. Which in my defence is untrue. I’ll admit that I have more knowledge on topics than the average witch and wizard, but I had no confidence to one up someone. That wasn’t…really my style. Nonetheless, they still insist they ruin my day spitting rude remarks my way whenever we pass by each in the hallways.

I briskly walk through the halls making my way towards the Astronomy tower’s direction. Even though I never was one to have many friends, even with my standing with Cho Chang, a beautiful Scottish with Asian descent and Ravenclaw’s proud seeker, no one really noticed me. Even when they did, they always just say things like, “What an attention seeker” or “She’s just another Ravenclaw know-it-all.” Which was true for some, but for me it was the opposite. I never liked the spotlight, even before Hogwarts I was never popular and I liked it that way.

“Oh, look who finally came out of that boisterous excuse of a house.”

I stop in my tracks like a deer caught in headlights. I snap my head towards the sound of that voice. It was sophisticated. Sharp and refined even. There leaning casually on the wall was Draco Malfoy. I couldn’t help but stare at him. He looked…put together and proper. Maybe even like a gentleman. I pause.

What in the world am I thinking?!?!?! Was I…was I just openly saying that Malfoy. Draco Malfoy of all people looked…NICE?!?!?!?!

I shook my head aggressively. Thanking myself that I hadn’t spoken aloud if not I might just hurl myself into the Black Lake in embarrassment.

“Did you hear me or not, Quinn?” He said in a harsh tone. I snap out of my thoughts once more.

“I-um-wh-what are you doing out here at this time?” I question and take a few steps away from him. I look around trying to figure out where Parkinson or even Crabbe and Goyle were hiding.

“Don’t even try looking for them. They returned back to the dormitories hours ago claiming you weren’t worth the wait.”

I gulp loudly. Even if I was grateful that Parkinson and Greengrass were gone, it still stung to know I wasn’t a good enough reason to wait to torment me. “The-then why are you still here?” I asked quietly as I shifted my gaze to his feet. Was here because he was worried—

“Had to make sure that you didn’t stay the night over there. If you did then I might have to switch seats in Potions. I wouldn’t want to be contaminated by you.” He scoffed as he pushed himself off the wall and into an upright position. I felt a tightening sensation in my chest.

Of course he was more worried about himself than me. What was I thinking?

“Well I’m not staying over so you can go now.” I snap. My hair flicks in his direction as I walk away in anger. Of course, he was only thinking about himself. That little selfish, ignorant, arrogant, spoiled brat!! No wonder everyone called him the Slytherin Prince!

Draco’s P.O.V.

I watch as Quinn flicks her auburn hair at me in a way I have never seen before. No one has ever been sassy to me. I scowl as I watch her frame slowly get smaller and smaller before completely disappearing from view.

“Damn it,” I mutter under my breath before heading the opposite direction towards the dungeons. Before this year I never knew Stella Quinn. It was like she was never there, hiding in plain sight. And yet she has me wrapped around her pretty finger. She wasn’t even that pretty. She was just average. And yet, I always find those pretty little green eyes looking at me. Even worse, I feel glad that she looks at me. I mean who wouldn’t want to look at me. I was every student’s crush at one point. And that’s me being humble. And yet I can’t help the angry thoughts that float around.

How dare she be friends with Potter and that filthy little mudblood! How dare she give me sass after I graciously helped her! But now that I have seen her, there was one thing I was sure of. She will kneel to me one way or another. I smirked. How I will love the day she will be humiliated.

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