#c: christian amell

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aesthetic builder ▸ christian daylen amell [temp]

↳ human, mage [blood mage | spirit healer | arcane warrior | necromancer], grey warden

[whump-collector]

Whumpees (actors)

All the actors on this blog (so far):

Search for the name or use this link and add the name you're looking for https://whump-collector.tumblr.com/tagged/

I use the tag compilation for posts with several whumpees.

a: aaron ashmore - aaron tveit - adam palsson - adarsh gourav - aidan turner - alex o'loughlin - alexander dreymon - ali tarik findik - allison scagliotti - andreas pietschmann - andrew j. west - andrew scott - anson mount

b: ben barnes - ben hardy - ben levin - ben mckenzie - ben wishaw - benedict cumberbatch - brian austin green - burc kümbetlioglu

c: callum turner - channing tatum - charlie cox - charlie hunnam - charlie vickers - chris hemsworth - chris pine - chris pratt - christian bale - christipher egan - cillian murphy - colin farrell - colin morgan - colin o'donoghue

d: dan lewis - daniel brühl - daniel craig - daniel sharman - david boreanaz - david dastmalchian - david duchovny - david tennant - david wenham - diego klattenhoff - diego luna - dirk benedict - dominic cooper - drake rodger

e: eamon farren - engin akyürek - eric christian olsen - ethan hawke - ewan mcgregor

f: freddie stroma - freddy carter

g: gael garcia bernal - gavin drea - giacomo gianniotti - guy pearce

h: halil ibrahim ceyhan - harold perrineau - henry cavill - henry golding - hisham tawfiq - hugh dancy - hunter doohan

i: iain de caestecker - ian somerhalder - iko uwais - ioan gruffudd

j: jack bannon - jack davenport - jack martin - jack quaid - jake mclaughlin - james mcavoy - james spader - james wolk - jared padalecki - jason isaacs - jay hernandez - jd pardo - jenna ortega - jensen ackles - jeremy allen white - jim sturgess - joe flanigan - joe gilgun - joe keery - joel kinnaman - joey batey - john cho - john cusack - john reardon - jon bernthal - jonas nay - jonny harris - jordan bridges - joshua jackson - jude law - julian morris

k: karl urban - keegan allen - kevin alejandro - kiefer sutherland - kit harington

l: lee pace - liam hemsworth - louis hofmann - lucas till - luke evans - luke mitchell

m: mads mikkelsen - mark hamill - mark waschke - markus brandl - martin henderson - martin shaw - martin wallström - matt barr - matt bomer - matt czuchry - matt lanter - matt smith - max thieriot - megan boone - mel gibson - michael fassbender - michael hurst - michael shanks - michael sheen - michael weatherly - mike farrell - milos bikovic

n: nathan fillion - nathan parsons - ncuti gatwa - nicholas galitzine - nikolaj coster waldau - noah centineo

o: oliver rayon - oscar isaac

p: pablo schreiber - paul bettany - paul hassall - pedro pascal - pierce brosnan - pio marmai

r: raj yadav - rami malek - renee o'connor - richard armitage - richard harmon - richard madden - rish shah - robert downey jr - robert james-collier - robert kazinsky - robin lord taylor - rodger corser - rufus sewell - rupert evans - rupert penry jones - russell crowe - ryan guzman - ryan kelley - ryan reynolds

s: sabin tambrea - sam heughan - sam riley - santiago cabrera - scott caan - sean bean - sebastian stan - shawn ashmore - simon baker - stanley tucci - stephen amell - steve burton

t: thomas elms - thomas gibson - tim dekay - tim roth - timothy granaderos - tobey maguire - tolga saritas - tom austen - tom ellis - tom hiddleston - tom holland - tom payne - tom riley - tom sturridge - tomer capone - torrance coombs

v: viggo mortensen - vladimir burlakov

w: william shatner

y: yon gonzalez

z: zach mcgowan - zeeko za

[carnalxfates]

i mean in a way, it’s kind of a good move on stephen amell... like if i have just that much acting skills i’d rather pander to my true nature and just have a steady career of making c-list christian or war/action movies... because even his name wouldn’t hold that much weight on a nicholas sparks novel despite sparks being a conservative author.

because gurl, you just can’t aim for a higher career than this. mark wahlberg is still on the throne of republican hollywood and he’s gonna pass it onto chris pratt. 

[peppermintstranger]

Hello! I'm in need of a male faceclaim, blue or green eyes, dark hair, tall and muscular. Between 20-30 years old, with a little bit of a scary vibe.

Hello there!

You have: Robbie Amell, Nathan Parsons, Aaron Taylor Johnson, Casey Cott, Cody Christian.

Hope it helps c:

[sidekickhq]

fcs for a child of thor? and also fcs for a child of thor and jane foster?

thor and jane: poppy drayton, thomas hayes, alexander ludwig, claire holt, liam hemsworth, ulrikke falch, philippine stindel, thomas doherty, jack falahee, dave franco, jack o’connell, eliza taylor, kaya scodelario, kit harrington, robbie amell, robbie kay, henrik holm, daisy ridley, marilyn lima, adele exarchopoulos, sabrina carpenter, alexandra daddario, katherine mcnamara, lisa tiege, sarah hyland, richard madden, ansel elgort, freya mavor, maddie hasson, chloe grace moretz, dylan o’brien, gregg sulkin.

thor & others: cassie steele, james reid, anne curtis, ashley argota, alex steele, lilymaymac, steven r mcqueen, shay mitchell, justice smith, hansol vernon chwe, cody christian, nadia hilker, bella hadid, iman meskini, kiko mizuhara, paulina singer, tori kelly, jasmine sanders, charles melton, jordan fisher, samantha harris, henry zaga, david lambert, david castro, jordan connor, molly c quinn, dudley o’shaughnessey.

[once-upon-an-imagine]

ABC of Love

so, today I was talking to one of my closest friends and I was cheering him up because his girlfriend just dumped him and so I told him that’s why I just gave up on love and I only have my many, many platonic husbands and he laughed and said I couldn't have that many and I said: oh, I have one for each letter of the alphabet’ and he laughed and said I couldn’t list them, so I DID! this is my list of my FAVORITE PLATONIC LOVES EVER! in alphabetical order (by last name) and some letters even had one OR TWO runner ups! so, I hope you enjoy them as much as I do ;)

A - Amell, Robbie (The Flash, The D.U.F.F.) [RU: Adrian, Nathan]

B - Burke, Tom (The Musketeers) [RU: Barnes, Ben & Butler, Ross]

C - Christian, Cody (Pretty Little Liars, Teen Wolf)

D - Daddario, Matthew (Shadowhunters)

E - Enoch, Alfred (Harry Potter, HTGAWM) [RU: Esparza, Raul & Evans, Chris]

F - Falahee, Jack (How To Get Away With Murder)

G - Gustin, Grant (Glee, The Flash) [RU: Garfield, Andrew]

H - Hoechlin, Tyler (Teen Wolf, Supergirl) [HE’S MY #1 JUST FYI]

I - Isaac, Oscar (Star Wars VII: The Force Awakens)

J - Jogia, Avan (Victorious, Twisted)

K - Kearsley, Corey (Riverdale)

L - Lewis, Matthew (Harry Potter) [RU: Luna, Diego]

M - Mirchoff, Beau (Awkward) [RU: Miller, Wentworth & Maluma]

N - Navarro, Christian (13 Reasons Why) 

O - O’Hurn, Brock (Model) [RU: Danny O’Donoghue]

P - Patel, Dev (Skins, Lion) [RU: Purcell, Dominic & Prentice, Justin]

Q - Quicksilver (as in Aaron Taylor-Jonson cause I couldn’t find with Q xD)

R - Rodriguez, Adam (CSI Miami, Criminal Minds)

S - Sharman, Daniel (Teen Wolf) [RU: Sheeran, Ed & Stan, Sebastian]

T - Taggart, Drew (The Chainsmokers) [RU: Tedder, Ryan]

U - Urie, Brendon (Panic! at the Disco)

V - Valdes, Carlos (The Flash)

W - Weber, Charlie (HTGAWM) [RU: Westwick, Ed]

X - Dougie Poynter (McFly) [X = Random Wildcard cause there’s no X]

Y - Yung Bitch (SNL) [AKA Pete Davidson xD]

Z - Zaga, Henry (Teen Wolf, 13 Reasons Why)

ha! I said I could name them all ;) I hope you dearies enjoyed! *none of the gifs are mine

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Novae Vitae

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2u1Eb6H

by Sanshal

It was a split second’s error in judgement that changed Jared's life...

Words: 2037, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Supernatural RPF

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Christian Kane, Tom Welling, Genevieve Cortese, Chad Michael Murray, Stephen Amell, Chace Crawford, Justin Hartley, Sophia Bush

Relationships: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki

Additional Tags: Humiliation, Turning of an Alpha into an Omega, Claiming, Scenting, Rimming, Knotting, Self-Lubrication, Body Modification, Crying, Spanking, Domestic Discipline, h/c, Angst (like, tons of it, okay?), Fluff.

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2u1Eb6H

[dear-indies]

Hello! I was wondering if you could help. I'm struggling to find faces to fit the grown up son of a Charlie Hunnam FC? Best I can think of so far is Chris Wood... Any ideas for others? Thank you!

Barrett Foa (39) 

Josh Dallas (38)

Luke Mitchell (32)

Frankie Muniz (31) half Puerto Rican.

Tom Felton (29) 

Tim Douwsma (29) 

Robbie Amell (29)

Chord Overstreet (28)

Chris Brochu (28) 

Jacob Anderson (27) half Afro-Caribbean. 

Marcus Butler (25)

Alexander Ludwig (25)

Landon Liboiron (25)

Hunter Hayes (25)

Caleb Ruminer (24)

Cody Christian (22) half Penobscot.

Luke Benward (22) 

Dylan Sprayberry (19)

-C

[mgbvfeminisme]

La liste des 343 signataires qui ont eu le courage de publier dans le Nouvel Observateur du 5 avril 1971 ce manifeste : "Je me suis fait avorter",  alors qu'elles encouraient des peines de prison.

Merci Mesdames. <3

"J. Abba-Sidick Janita Abdalleh Monique Anfredon Catherine Arditi Maryse Arditi Hélène Argellies Françoise Arnoul Florence Asie Isabelle Atlan Brigitte Auber Stéphane Audran Colette Audry Tina Aumont L. Azan Jacqueline Azim Micheline Baby Geneviève Bachelier Cécile Ballif Néna Baratier D. Bard E. Bardis Anna de Bascher C. Batini Chantal Baulier Hélène de Beauvoir Simone de Beauvoir Colette Bec M.

Bediou Michèle Bedos Anne Bellec Lolleh Bellon Edith Benoist Anita Benoit Aude Bergier Dominique Bernabe Jocelyne Bernard Catherine Bernheim Nicole Bernheim Tania Bescomd Jeannine Beylot Monique Bigot Fabienne Biguet Nicole Bize Nicole de Boisanger Valérie Boisgel Y. Boissaire Silvina Boissonnade Martine Bonzon Françoise Borel Ginette Bossavit Olga Bost Anne-Marie Bouge Pierrette Bourdin Monique Bourroux Bénédicte Boysson-Bardies M. Braconnier-Leclerc M. Braun Andrée Brumeaux Dominique Brumeaux Marie-Françoise.Brumeaux Jacqueline Busset Françoise De Camas Anne Camus Ginette Cano Ketty Cenel Jacqueline Chambord Josiane Chanel Danièle Chinsky Claudine Chonez Martine Chosson Catherine Claude M.-Louise, Clave Françoise Clavel Iris Clert Geneviève Cluny Annie Cohen Florence Collin Anne Cordonnier Anne Cornaly Chantal Cornier J. Corvisier Michèle Cristofari Lydia Cruse Christiane Dancourt Hélène Darakis Françoise Dardy Anne-Marie Daumont Anne Dauzon Martine Dayen Catherine Dechezelle Marie Dedieu Lise Deharme Claire Delpech Christine Delphy Catherine Deneuve Dominique Desanti Geneviève Deschamps Claire Deshayes Nicole Despiney Catherine Deudon Sylvie Dlarte Christine Diaz Arlette Donati Gilberte Doppler Danièle Drevet Evelyne Droux Dominique Dubois Muguette Dubois Dolorès Dubrana C. Dufour Elyane Dugny Simone Dumont Christiane Duparc Pierrette Duperray Annie Dupuis Marguerite Duras Françoise d’Eaubonne Nicole Echard Isabelle Ehni Myrtho Elfort Danièle El-Gharbaoui Françoise Elie Arlette Elkaim Barbara Enu Jacqueline d’Estree Françoise Fabian Anne Fabre-Luce Annie Fargue J. Foliot Brigitte Fontaine Antoinette Fouque-Grugnardi Eléonore Friedmann Françoise Fromentin J. Fruhling Danièle Fulgent Madeleine Gabula Yamina Gacon Luce Garcia-Ville Monique Garnier Micha Garrigue Geneviève Gasseau Geneviève Gaubert Claude Genia Elyane Germain-Horelle Dora Gerschenfeld Michèle Girard F. Gogan Hélène Gonin Claude Gorodesky Marie-Luce Gorse Deborah Gorvier Martine Gottlib Rosine Grange Rosemonde Gros Valérie Groussard Lise Grundman A. Guerrand-Hermes Françoise de Gruson Catherine Guyot Gisèle Halimi Herta Hansmann Noëlle Henry M. Hery Nicole Higelin Dorinne Horst Raymonde Hubschmid Y. Imbert L. Jalin Catherine Joly Colette Joly Yvette Joly Hemine Karagheuz Ugne Karvelis Katia Kaupp Nenda Kerien F. Korn Hélène Kostoff Marie-Claire Labie Myriam Laborde Anne-Marie Lafaurie Bernadette Lafont Michèle Lambert Monique Lange Maryse Lapergue Catherine Larnicol Sophie Larnicol Monique Lascaux M.-T. Latreille Christiane Laurent Françoise Lavallard G. Le Bonniec Danièle Lebrun Annie Leclerc M.-France Le Dantec Colette Le Digol Violette Leduc Martine Leduc-Amel Françoise Le Forestier Michèle Leglise-Vian M. Claude Lejaille Mireille Lelièvre Michèle Lemonnier Françoise Lentin Joëlle Lequeux Emmanuelle de Lesseps Anne Levaillant Dona Levy Irène Lhomme Christine Llinas Sabine Lods Marceline Loridan Edith Loser Françoise Lugagne M. Lyleire Judith Magre C. Maillard Michèle Manceaux Bona de Mandiargues Michèle Marquais Anne Martelle Monique Martens Jacqueline Martin Milka Martin Renée Marzuk Colette Masbou Cella Maulin Liliane Maury Edith Mayeur Jeanne Maynial Odile du Mazaubrun Marie-Thérèse Mazel Gaby Memmi Michèle Meritz Marie-Claude Mestral Maryvonne Meuraud Jolaine Meyer Pascale Meynier Charlotte Millau M. de Miroschodji Geneviève Mnich Ariane Mnouchkine Colette Moreau Jeanne Moreau Nellv Moreno Michèle Moretti Lydia Morin Mariane Moulergues Liane Mozere Nicole Muchnik C. Muffong Véronique Nahoum Eliane Navarro Henriette Nizan Lila de Nobili Bulle Ogier J. Olena Janine Olivier Wanda Olivier Yvette Orengo Iro Oshier Gege Pardo Elisabeth Pargny Jeanne Pasquier M. Pelletier Jacqueline Perez M. Perez Nicole Perrottet Sophie Pianko Odette Picquet Marie Pillet Elisabeth Pimar Marie-France Pisier Olga Poliakoff Danièle Poux Micheline Presle Anne-Marie Quazza Marie-Christine Questerbert Susy Rambaud Gisèle Rebillion Gisèle Reboul Arlette Reinert Arlette Repart Christiane Ribeiro M. Ribeyrol Delya Ribes Marie-Françoise Richard Suzanne Rigail-Blaise Marcelle Rigaud Laurence Rigault Danièle Rigaut Danielle Riva M. Riva Claude Rivière Marthe Robert Christiane Rochefort J. Rogaldi Chantal Rogeon Francine Rolland Christiane Rorato Germaine Rossignol Hélène Rostoff G. Roth-Bernstein C. Rousseau Françoise Routhier Danièle Roy Yvette Rudy Françoise Sagan Rachel Salik Renée Saurel Marie-Ange Schiltz Lucie Schmidt Scania de Schonen Monique Selim Liliane Sendyke Claudine Serre Colette Sert Jeanine Sert Catherine de Seyne Delphine Seyrig Sylvie Sfez Liliane Siegel Annie Sinturel Michèle Sirot Michèle Stemer Cécile Stern Alexandra Stewart Gaby Sylvia Francine Tabet Danièle Tardrew Anana Terramorsi Arlette Tethany Joëlle Thevenet Marie-Christine Theurkauff Constance Thibaud Josy Thibaut Rose Thierry Suzanne Thivier Sophie Thomas Nadine Trintignant Irène Tunc Tyc Dumont Marie-Pia Vallet Agnès Van-Parys Agnès Varda Catherine Varlin Patricia Varod Cleuza Vernier Ursula Vian-Kubler Louise Villareal Marina Vlady A. Wajntal Jeannine Weil Anne Wiazemsky Monique Wittig Josée Yanne Catherine Yovanovitch Annie Zelensky" Manifeste publié dans le “Nouvel Observateur” numéro 334, du 5 avril 1971.

[ao3-rickylmerthurj2]

Novae Vitae by <a href="/users/Sanshal/pseuds/Sanshal" rel="author">Sanshal</a>

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2u1Eb6H

by Sanshal

It was a split second’s error in judgement that changed Jared's life...

Words: 2037, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Supernatural RPF

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Christian Kane, Tom Welling, Genevieve Cortese, Chad Michael Murray, Stephen Amell, Chace Crawford, Justin Hartley, Sophia Bush

Relationships: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki

Additional Tags: Humiliation, Turning of an Alpha into an Omega, Claiming, Scenting, Rimming, Knotting, Self-Lubrication, Body Modification, Crying, Spanking, Domestic Discipline, h/c, Angst (like, tons of it, okay?), Fluff.

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2u1Eb6H

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There’s A Hole In My Heart, Can You Fix It?

Christian Amell x Morrigan. Dragon Age [Hero of Fereldan Christian]. 883 words. More under the cut. AO3. | @dapromptexchange 

Prompt: When Morrigan makes the comment about the HOF being smug about her missing him and plays the whole thing, she actually does miss him. Seeing as how the “Contact the Hero of Fereldan” mission is just down the road from Skyhold, Leliana lets this little tidbit of information slip out when she goes to contact him.

So when Leliana returns there is a big uproar among the crowd that Morrigan goes to investigate. Low and behold the HOF walks through with this smug smile as he is greeted by an exuberant Kieran and a grumpy Morrigan who now has a ginger spy master added to her list of people to turn into toads. [x]

It’s short, I know, but it’s short and sweet!

Morrigan stood at the top of the steps, staring down, frozen, at the crowd. Leliana was there with a figure clad in blue at her side. The crowd surrounded this figure. She noticed most people, including the Inquisitor, approached the figure with wonder and excitement. Except for Cullen, who stood away, looking awkward and uncomfortable.

Then the figure turned and his face could be seen under his hood. His hair, styled in the same dreads he’d had since she’d first met him, hung loosely out of his hood, cascading down the sides of his chest. His blue eyes held their usual humble edge, though there was a sense of exhaustion etched into his features. Still, he looked the same as when he’d left. He looked the same as when she’d last seen him, when she’d last kissed him – when she’d last held him in her arms.

His gaze passed over the crowd, darting from one face to another, searching, longing. Then his eyes found hers, and Christian grinned like a young boy and pushed his way out of the crowd, darting around people trying to shake the hand of the famous Hero of Ferelden. He barely noticed them, wasn’t even focused on them. All he saw was her and their son.

“Father!!” Kieran cried out with joy the moment he recognized the man approaching them. He darted down the stairs and Christian picked up his pace. When they met, the Warden scooped their son into his arms and held him close. Kieran clung to him, crying and excitedly telling him how much he’d missed him at the same time.

Christian placed a soft kiss on the top of Kieran’s head. “I missed you too, Pup.” He looked up to catch Morrigan smiling softly at them. When their eyes met, a smug smile tugged at his lips and she put on her best frown. She started making her way down the steps. He never wavered from holding Kieran in his arms, but his gaze also never left her.

She folded her arms across her chest and stared down at him with an eyebrow raised.

He grinned up at her. “Did you miss me, Love?” He stood up, Kieran at his side now, gripping his hand.

Morrigan scoffed. “Twas peaceful without you – quiet too.”

He lightly chuckled. “An old friend told me otherwise.”

She shot a look at Leliana, who didn’t look regretful in the slightest bit. She looked… happy and at ease. She looked like she enjoyed seeing the two of them together, reunited. Perhaps it reminded her of the old days, traveling throughout Thedas, trying to save the world. Morrigan thought if Leliana missed the “good” old days so much then perhaps she should have joined the Inquisitor out in the field more often – after all, the Inquisitor often traveled around Thedas and was trying to save the world.

She thought Leliana should count herself lucky that she didn’t snap her fingers and turn her into a toad right then and there, though the redhead probably didn’t even believe her magic was capable of that. She’d threatened to turn Christian into a toad once and all he’d said was that he’d make an adorable toad.

She much rather preferred him as a human than a toad.

Christian reached forward, taking her hand in his free one and gently pulling her closer. “I brought you a gift.”

She had to fight to keep a grin off her own face. He was being playful, teasing. She wanted to call him a little shit and playfully push him away. “And what would that be?”

“This,” he pulled her impossibly closer, their bodies pushed together, his lips pressing firmly against hers.

The next thing she knew, her arms were draped around his neck, his arms were firmly wrapped around her waist, and Kieran was letting out an annoyed sound that was a mixture of a groan and yuck. There was some cheering from the crowd – she guessed Leliana was grinning smugly. She was tempted to glare at them, but that would require opening her eyes or breaking the kiss. She didn’t want this moment to stop.

She had many question. Why wasn’t he searching for the cure? Had he already found the cure? How had his search gone so far? Was he here to stay? How had Leliana found him? Had she known he’d be heading to Skyhold or had they ran into each other on merely a coincidence? She had so many questions rolling around in her head, but asking them would break the kiss.

And right now, she didn’t care if she ever got her answers. All she cared about was the Warden – her Warden. He was here with her and Kieran. They were together again. They were a family again.

Was he going to leave again?

That question hung on her the most, but she dared not ask it. The Inquisition be damned, if he left, she would leave with him. If he stayed, it would be by her side. There would be no more space between them, no more separation. She silently vowed for herself and Kieran that wherever her Warden went, he would not go there alone. She would be by his side, and they would face it all as a family.

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To Feel Again

Words: 2,083

Fandom: Dragon Age

Characters: Christian Amell. Briefly Greagoir, Irving, Cassandra Pentaghast, & Leliana.

AO3 Link: Here

Prompt: “Amell/Surana is made Tranquil after Jowan's escape. Through a strange series of events, Amell/Surana is also at the conclave when it explodes, and becomes the Inquisitor. The mark may or may not have some effect on their status as Tranquil.” [x]

Author Note: I liked this idea so much, I’ve created an entire AU for it for my Amell, lol - accurately titled Inquisitor Amell.

Most under the cut.

No. No. No. This wasn’t happening. Fear clutched his heart and twisted his stomach. He opened his mouth to protest, to beg. He’d never been one to beg before. Since being taken from his family, since seeing his mother begging the Templars to give her back her son, he’d never begged for anything. To beg was to let people know they held power over you. He never asked for anything. He took what he wanted. He’d wanted his best friend to live a life without fear. He’d wanted his best friend to be free. He’d thought he could take that… He’d been so wrong.

Jowan’s blood magic hadn’t been enough to take out all of the Templars. Any plans he’d had of running away with the other mage, of keeping his friend safe, were thrown out the window. In that moment, Christian had known what he had to do. So he revealed the identity of the blood mage they had never seen coming – the blood mage they had never expected. He’d fought his way to the door, Jowan safely behind him. He’d combined blood magic with ice and fire spells. And when he’d needed to, he’d used his staff as a blunt force against Templar armor.

The last word he would ever say to his best friend, was ripped from his throat. One word, filled with sorrow and fear. He wondered if he’d looked at Jowan the same way his mother had looked at him as his father had tried to pull her back to him and their other children. He wondered if he looked like he knew this would be the last time they’d see each other.

“Run!!”

The word echoed in his mind now. He should have ran with him. Instead, he’d stayed back, even after his magic had been dispelled. He’d picked up a fallen Templars sword. He’d never fought with a sword before, but he’d swung it with all his strength at anyone who dared to try to get past him, to get outside to stop Jowan. He’d even resorted to kicking and punching.

Perhaps he was lucky that when Greagoir got up, he didn’t run him through with his sword. Perhaps it was sentimental – Irving and Greagoir had both played a large part in raising him since he’d first arrived at the Circle. Perhaps the Maker showed mercy, letting him live.

But it didn’t feel merciful. He didn’t feel lucky. The alternative felt so much worse than death. He’d always known it was a possibility. It was the only alternative to the Harrowing. Even after he’d completed the Harrowing, choosing to learn blood magic had kept the threat of a mere possibility ever present. Now he heard the word spoken by Greagoir. He didn’t register what else was said. The world blurred around him after that single word.

Tranquil.

“Greagoir, please–!” he tried to beg, tried to plead, but two Templars grabbed his arms and shoulders firmly. Based on the previous fight, they obviously saw him as enough of a threat to warrant two of them simply to hold him back. What they didn’t get was that he never wanted to hurt Greagoir or Irving. The Circle wasn’t perfect or even close to good, but the two men had played a large role in raising him. Since being taken from his biological father, they were the closest to fathers he had. He never wanted to do anything to hurt them.

But the look on Irving’s face told him that he had. Disappointment, betrayal. They mixed together and showed in how Irving couldn’t bring himself to look at him. That hurt like a backhanded slap. The way that Greagoir looked at him with a mixture of remorse, frustration, and disappointment. Like a parent giving up on a child. That was the last look he would remember from Greagoir. The last expressions he would associate with the two men who had watched him grow, guided him to become the mage he was.

And oh how disappointed they were in that very mage.

Christian’s voice rose and tore at his throat as the Templars pulled him away to the cells in the tower’s basement. He cried, begged for them to stop, that he was sorry. He was sobbing by the time he was thrown and locked away in a cell. Perhaps it was good that he would never know sorrow again. He would never suffer, never cry. He would never grieve for himself, for the life he would never get to live. But he wasn’t grieving out of the fear of death. He grieved out of fear of living a colorless life. He would never feel sorrow again…

But sorrow was the last thing he felt.

What was this… this thing? This throb in his hand? This pain. The sensation of pain felt foreign, odd, unnatural. It… It felt.

He stared down at his hand, at the glowing green mark sliced across the palm. It flared, and he made a pained noise before gritting his teeth. Maybe he should have been scared or confused, but all he felt was relief because he felt. For eleven years, he had forgotten what it truly felt like to feel anything. For eleven years, he had known that at one point he had felt things like happiness and pain and had thoughts of his own. For eleven years, he had known that he used to dream, but he had forgotten what it felt like to dream. For eleven years, he had felt nothing.

And now he felt everything.

The floor he was knelt on was cold. The shackles on his wrists were hard and heavy. The air held a chill untouched by the torches that lit the room. The sight of swords drawn, their blades pointing like the needle of a compass at him was a familiar feeling. It created a knot in his stomach, the sensation of being threatened. It triggered fight or flight like it always had in the Circle. He had always wanted to fight back but had chosen flight each time to protect himself and the ones he cared about.

Now he felt again – and he felt like fighting.

He didn’t even know if his magic was back. It had been so long since he’d fought. His body would feel rusty, weakened by years of no longer feeling the need to stay in shape, to stay fit, strong. Still, he pushed himself to his feet. He heard someone order him to get back down. His hair fell in his face, hanging over his shoulders. His blue eyes were daggers as he settled his gaze on the soldier trying to tell him what to do.

He didn’t know what was happening. He didn’t know why he was shackled in a cell, a circle of swords threatening to cut him down. The men and women holding the swords weren’t dressed like Templars. Where was he? Who were these people? He didn’t know how or why he could suddenly feel again, or what the green mark on his hand was. All he knew was that he was himself again. He felt whole again. He felt again.

He was finally Christian Amell again.

His right hand, the one without the throbbing green mark, flared with sparks of electricity. He pushed back any sense of relief that seeing his magic returned to him brought. He still remembered how to cast spells. He remembered all those years of training and studying. He brought his hands up together, pressing a finger to his temple and remembering the right amount of focus to put into it. A force of his magic shot out, pushing the soldiers away and causing them to stumble, a few almost dropping their swords. He moved quickly, his senses heightened, adrenaline flowing through him. Every feeling, emotion, and thought returned to him fueled him, woke every muscle in his body.

He took out one with a precise lightning strike. He didn’t want to kill, just subdue. He swung his shackled wrists, hitting another soldier on the side of their head before they could bring their sword down on him. He could have used one of the swords for blood magic – the thought occurred to him, but it was blood magic that had gotten him turned tranquil in the first place. He couldn’t bring himself to use that magic again, not yet at least. His attack became alternating fire and ice spells – his specialty. He liked to put opposites together. Sometimes he mixed ice with lightning.

He stayed on the offensive. He ignored the sweat that beaded his skin, the fatigue that crept into him. Oddly enough, it felt so good to expense himself, to work himself to the point of exhaustion. He hadn’t used this much magic before, not even when he’d been protecting Jowan. He had been on the defensive then, now he forced the soldiers to that side. He refused to have to defend himself. He refused to be backed into a corner. He wanted to back the soldiers into a corner, and so far he was.

Until a sword was balanced over his shoulder, the blade mere inches from his face. He froze, alarms going off in his mind. Exhaustion consumed him, and he dropped to his knees, breathing hard, panting. He could almost see his breath in the chilled air. His body shook. Sweat soaked him. It would have been easy to collapse fully onto the ground. It took more effort than it should have to simply keep himself on his knees and not his stomach. He knew if he wanted to cast spells again anytime soon, he would need a lyrium potion.

A woman with short dark hair walked around him while another woman clad in a hood kept to the side of the room, arms behind her back. The dark haired woman held the sword and kept it leveled on him. She looked angry, furious. The hooded woman looked calm but in a calculating way and not a comforting one.

“Who are you?” the dark haired woman demanded. The tip of her sword rested under his chin. She clearly wasn’t going to underestimate him like the soldiers had. She was an actual threat, he deduced. If all he did was flinch, he was certain she would take it as a sign that he was going to fight again. If that happened, he knew his head would no longer be attached to his neck.

“Christian Amell,” he answered honestly. He didn’t think there was any use in lying. He lifted his head up. The flickering light of the torches illuminated his face and the sun marked in the center of his forehead. The brand that for the past eleven years had been enough to tell everyone why he talked the way he did, acted the way he did. The brand that had told everyone why he held no emotion.

The dark haired woman’s eyes widened. “You’re… You’re tranquil?”

The hooded woman stepped forward, regarding the mark on his forehead. Her brows knit together in confusion. “But you used magic… You can’t be tranquil.”

That word. Maker, he hated that word now. It reminded him of begging and pleading. It reminded him of disappointed looks and the sickening sensation of fear. It reminded him of days and nights spent sobbing in a cell, mourning the life he would be forced to live, mourning the feelings he would never be able to feel. His face twisted with disgust at the word. Tranquil had never been an insult but a threat thrown at him, dangled above his head, used anytime he took one step out of line. But now? He had already been made tranquil. It no longer scared him. Death didn’t even scare him. It only angered him.

“I am not tranquil,” he spat. He forced himself to rise to his feet, his legs shaking and his muscles aching in protest. The sword followed him, the tip coming to press faintly against the soft, exposed skin of his throat. But he didn’t take it as a threat. At the moment, nothing threatened him. It was a challenge, and he planned to face this challenge. He didn’t know what was going on, why he was there or where he was, but he planned to find out.

“I am not tranquil,” he repeated. It felt so good to say those words, and even better to say the next ones. “I am a mage.”