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[deputyrook]

Writing Masterlist/Intro Post:

I am on A03 as deputyrook, and if a fic is more than 1500 words, I will usually cross-post it there as well

My writing tag is #my-writing

Please feel free to send me whatever via Inbox! I'm happy to get messages, questions, thoughts, etc.

That includes prompts. I can't promise I will fill every prompt I receive, but I really receiving and enjoy working from them

Some of the content I write is not going to be for everyone- I'm okay with that! If you don't like the things I write, there are absolutely no hard feelings on my end if you want to block me.

With that said, I am pretty careful to tag everything so people can filter it/blacklist it. If there's something I've posted you feel should be tagged with a tw that I haven't, please let me know.

Writing Masterlist, including emoji-key legend, below the cut:

🌶️ = Smut | 💖 = Fluff | 🖤 = Dead dove | ✨ = Short/Drabble

💕 = Gen romance | 🤍 = Plot heavy/focus | 💛 = Non-romantic

Dragon Age

Lucanis/Rook/Spite:

In Her Absence- A03- Lucanis/Fem!Rook/Spite 💕

Playing Cards - A03 - Lucanis/Fem!Rook/Spite, 18+ 🌶️

Alliance of Three - A03 - Lucanis/Fem!Rook/Spite, 18+ 🌶️💕🤍

Sleepwalking - Lucanis/Fem!Rook/Spite, 💖💕✨

Kitchen Nightmare- Lucanis/Fem!Rook, 💖💕✨

Other:

Mala Suledin Nadas - A03 - Elgar'nan/Fem!Rook, 18+ 🌶️🖤

Blindspots- A03 - Gen 💛

Viago learns about Illario/Rook - Drabble - ✨

Chocolate 💛✨

Video Games (Other)

Warhammer 40k Rogue Trader:

Cronos Parasite Engine - Dom!Marazhai/Fem!RT, 18+ 🌶️🖤

Far Cry 5:

If You Have Ghosts- Joseph Seed/Rook 💕

Seven Scars- Joseph Seed/Rook, Soulmate Au 💕

Film/TV

Nightcrawler (2014)- The Assistant - A03 - Lou Bloom/Reader, 18+ 🖤💕

[UNFINISHED/ABANDONED] Saw- Impressions - Mark Hoffman/Reader, 18+ 🤍💕🌶️

Original Fiction

[WIP] Pythium.exe - Interactive Fiction 🤍💕🖤✨

[soupandsorcery]

Justice & The Magician!

Justice was answered here!

The Magician: What are Rook's thoughts on Solas? Do they change as the story progresses?

Beaux goes back and forth on Solas so much. Most of the time, he can see why Solas is the way he is and why he did the things he did. He understands trying to make up for mistakes and feeling like you're the only one who can set things right. He feels sorry for him a lot of the time, because he can see how much loss and pain is in Solas' past and how that drives him.

What he can't agree with is the way Solas is fine with sacrificing people and playing them for fools. It's dishonest and shady. Beaux would never condone manipulating someone into laying down their life for him, no matter how 'necessary' it was. He could never see his friends and companions and allies as chess pieces to move across the board and sacrifice as needed. The real nail in the coffin is the fade prison because it hurts him a lot that he fought so hard for this only to be thrown away in the end.

Fiore doesn't like or trust Solas from day 1. She does not care about his sob story, and while he's fun to trade verbal spars with, she wants him out of her head. She thinks that most of his problems were caused by his own arrogance or his inability to say no or stand up for what he actually believed in, and she sees that as a weakness.

As the story progresses, she can appreciate that she does need him to take on the gods, but she doesn't have to like it. But once he betrays her, she's just hellbent on making him regret it.

Lysander has a lot of complicated feelings about Solas. On the one hand, he's fascinated by him and the wealth of knowledge he has. He'd love to just spend hours asking him questions and absorbing what he has to say. On the other hand, he's condescending and rude, and he has driven Lys to tears more than once. Because Lysander never asked to be a leader and is not having a good time, and Solas constantly grilling him about why he should lead and what he's going to do to fix this whole mess is stressing him out. He actually does snap and yell at Solas at one point, and then he's very embarrassed about it.

As the story progresses, he does feel bad for him. Solas is so wrapped up in his own grief and regret that he can't see a way forward and it makes it almost impossible for anyone to reach him. He also has bad feelings about the way Solas sacrifices people for the cause, and that at least keeps him on his guard around Solas.

Thanks for the ask!!

[ofcrowsanddragons]

The First Kiss Scene That Didn't Include Any (Much?) Kissing / Rook's Demisexual Love Letter to Lucanis

Thank you for tagging me in WIP Wednesday, @basedonconjecture! Tagging @dustdeepsea, @i-had-bucky, @teyrnacousland, @thebaldursmouthgazette and @deputyrook if you have anything from fic to meta that you'd like to share.

This is a MUCH later snippet of my Rookanis fic, A Working Relationship, which jumps to the point where a young Crow Rook and an undercover "Luca" are in Minrathous and there are FEELINGS.

Thank you to @thedissonantverses for encouraging me as I worked on figuring out the dynamic between these two.

An earlier side fic, But I Won't Do That includes this bit of context:

Lucanis might have his own blindness, but he knew enough to realize that anything he could offer might not be seen as optional by the younger assassin, and the thought terrified him.

If such a thing happened, Viago could slit his throat and Lucanis would prearrange to hide the body.

Here's the first draft of the first kiss/almost kiss scene. The final version might be different, but I need to write another 20-30k words to get there. (Power dynamics, consent issues addressed, no sex).

I leaned in, placing one hand gently against the back of the chaise. I kept my weight on my feet, ready to step back if I was rebuffed. My whole body was tight with anticipation, my mind ready to pull back at the rejection I knew was coming.

Instead, Luca raised his eyes to mine.

I could drown in them, I thought. His eyes had gone dark with want, for all that he looked at me like something wounded.

He held himself rigid, like he was afraid to move. His jaw was slack, peppered with evening stubble across the warm tones of his skin, and his lips were parted just so.

Without thought, drawn to the heat of him, I reached across his other shoulder and braced my hand against the chaise. I boxed him in, tentative, and the fabric of my sleeve just barely brushed his arm.

I let my weight fall onto the chaise, and the inside of my knee brushed against his thigh. It felt like lightning, and I sucked in a breath, desperate to keep my eyes on Luca, to not be distracted by my own reactions.

He was trembling. He squeezed his eyes shut.

Luca raised a hand from where it rested on the side of the chaise. There was a barely visible shake in the fingers as his arm skirted over the velvet cushions and came to hover near my hip, like he was afraid to touch me. Taking it as a sign of his interest, I sighed out my relief even as I kept the toes of one foot on the floor, ready to pull away if he needed me to.

My back leg trembled, and I wanted nothing more than to fall into his lap. The heat from his muscular thigh on the inside of my leg was agony, and I felt weak with it.

I was afraid to touch him, too. I was afraid to push too far.

“Look at me,” I breathed, inches away from his face.

Warm, brown eyes met mine, and I marvelled at the softness of them. At the smooth planes of his face and the mole next to his hairline. At the crease between his brow and the spot next to his nose. At the creases in his bottom lip.

His tongue darted out on reflex, to wet the lips even as he prepared to push me away.

“You don't have to do this,” he said, even as his eyes fell to my lips and he tilted his face to match mine. The fear in his voice was real. “Please tell me you know that.”

The warm breath from his voice was close enough to feel against my lips, and I bit my lower lip without thinking, sweeping my tongue out to soothe the dryness I found there. My mind felt like it was full of the thick, sweet syrup used by a nearby street vendor.

“I don't know if I can stop,” I said, too honest. Not knowing what he wanted, too full of whatever I was feeling to make room for him, I tasted something like failure at the back of my mouth.

He met my eyes, and his fingers finally brushed against my hip. The lightness of it felt like a brand, striking like a viper through my nerves and into my chest. I had to slap down the instinctive rise of my magic to meet it.

I gasped, falling forward another inch as I struggled to keep my eyes on his.

Luca’s eyebrows were furrowed as he kept his touch light on my hip, his other hand clenched in the cushions. All of the tension in his body was held away from me, in his legs and core and his far arm. I didn't know what he was holding back, but I wanted to beg for it. I wanted him to pull me down and fist his hand in my hair like he was holding the cushion and I knew it was too much.

That light touch, urging me closer. I obeyed without a thought.

Luca tilted his head forward and I let my forehead meet his in a gentle touch. It felt like a cool breeze on a summer day, and I sighed into it with relief, closing my eyes.

“Any advantage you want,” he breathed in promise, “It's yours for the asking. I don't want…”

I should stop, I thought, but I was afraid of what would happen if I did. I was afraid that he would look at me afterward like a student who had tried to seduce him for safety, for power, for resources. For a chance to live.

“You've given me everything I've asked for,” I said, tilting back so that my lips almost brushed his. “Can I ask for something else?”

“Anything within my power,” he vowed, breath ghosting across my lips.

I pulled away enough to meet his eyes, feeling an overwhelming wave of my own emotion threatening to spill out of them.

His hand dropped, instantly. His expression was guarded, on the verge of the desperate triumph of being proven right.

“Believe me,” I begged, meeting his desperation with my own. “Believe me when I say that I want you.”

He searched my face, eyes flickering across my features. “Why?”

I finally stopped resisting the urge to touch, and I let my hands grasp at his shoulders. He startled, like it was a shock I would touch him this way.

The wants of my own flesh barely registered. The only thing I needed was this.

“Because you're beautiful,” I said, reaching for the meaning that meant more than his handsome face or his grace in battle. “Because the first day I met you, you started changing out our rations until everyone had something they enjoyed eating, not just me. Because you're kind when you don't have to be—because when the world tells you not to be, you'll be kinder out of spite.”

His lips twitched with a pull at the corner that was barely a smile. “Acting out of spite is hardly a virtue.”

“I don't care,” I said, leaning fully into his space, drawing both feet up so that I was kneeling on either side of his leg, a blasphemous approximation of an Andrastian chant. “Void damn it, Luca, I'm an assassin. You told me yourself that there's no virtue in what we do.”

His expression changed, slackened into something softer. “You make me wonder if it could be different,” he told me, with something like a smile rising up from his eyes.

My heart was pounding in my ears, as fast as a sparrow’s. I fought the urge to run, feeling the unfairness of doing so when I had trapped Luca so thoroughly. I forced myself to meet his eyes, even as the sensations of the man’s warm body beneath my legs and hands rose into the foreground.

I blew out a breath. “I want you. What do you want?”

Something seemed to rise in him at those words, settling over his face and pulling at his restraint, and it thrilled through me like a wave of electricity. He held fast, holding himself back, only bringing his hand back to my hip in a touch so feather light it risked driving me insane.

“I just…” Luca started, and trailed off like he didn't know what he was trying to say. The hand at my hip settled more firmly into the position he'd use to lead me in a dance. “I want—”

He cut himself off with a growl of frustration and brought his free hand to my shoulder. In one smooth movement, he threw me onto my back on the soft, velvet cushions of the chaise. I had to force myself to relax into it, and I let my arms fall, boneless, along the back and over the edge of the couch.

“Is it too much,” said Luca, kneeling between my legs, with one elbow against the back of the chaise gripping my arm, “To want you to feel like you don't have to be afraid?”

“We're dangerous people,” I said gently, tilting my chin to expose my throat. “Maybe I know what that means, and I trust you not to hurt me.”

He rolled off the chaise into a crouch on the floor. I felt the bitter disappointment at the loss of contact, but I stayed on the cushions, following his movement only with my eyes. I was exhausted, aroused, and beyond ready to retreat into my bedroom to cry into the pillows. The points of warmth on my body that Luca had touched tingled with the awareness of the loss of him. I had been expecting a rejection, but I didn't know what this was.

With too much gentleness, Luca reached from where he had settled on the floor, to hold my hand where I had allowed it to drape over the edge.

He met my eyes. “I don't want you to be afraid.”

I pulled his hand up onto the cushion, slow and telegraphed, forcing him to let go or move so that his knees were closer to the base of the chaise. He chose to move forward, and I turned onto my side. He watched carefully as I pressed a kiss to the palm of his hand, next to the meat of his thumb, and then rested my cheek against it like a pillow. I let my eyes fall shut.

His breathing was even and deliberate in the way that we’re trained to be.

I let my mind drift to the solid mountain of my dreams, where my feet were always on the ground and there was always a way forward, no matter what obstacle rose in front of me.

Frowning, still focusing on the way the imaginary light reflected from the harsh alpine trail, I told him, “I don’t know how to stop being afraid. What does it feel like, when you’re not afraid?”

The sound of wet laughter. “I’m not sure I can answer that right now.”

“Maybe,” I said, opening my eyes, “We can find out together?”

Too much hope was riding on the last word, but Luca didn’t pull away. Instead, the smile—maybe the first real, true smile I had ever seen from him—lit up his eyes in a way that took my breath away. I let what was probably a stunned smile play across my face, in turn.

“Maybe so,” he said, voice soft as he shuffled forward so that he could rest his head against mine.

I let my breathing match his, and let the time pass me by, luxuriating in the closeness of another being who I somehow, miraculously, trusted with more than my life.

[hollyyy555]

my favourite fictional narcs

[mulder & scully - the x-files; dale cooper & harry truman - twin peaks; rust cohle & marty hart - true detective; will graham - hannibal; bigby wolf - the wolf among us; holden ford - mind hunter; david loki - prisoners; k - blade runner 2049; clarice starling - silence of the lambs]

(inspo @deputyrook )

[viktorgf]

—tagged by my fweaking angel @pitchmoss 🥀🙂‍↕️ thank you beloved

—tagging: @red-nightskies @scalpelsister @ghostfvcker @teamhawkeye @oc-musings @kanos @unholymilf @florbelles @tacticalhimbo @elluvians @pinkfey @lilywatt @jackiesarch @shellibisshe @lxmbert @roofgeese @imogenkol @chadillacboseman @nokstella @deputyrook @elgaravel @d-esmond @auricfog @loriane-elmuerto @userkatekane @oopsiedaisymae @risingsh0t and YOU

[bottomthor]

WIP game

@mythals-whore tagged me, and so here's my current WIP. Arlathan reincarination au is back on the table :D. Context: Elgar'nan pulled Alero from the Fade prison, and he's currently suffering a fair amount of panic attacks about not being real. Elgar'nan is determined to get his herald back.

tagging @thedissonantverses, @starlightchaser, @deputyrook, @broodwolf221, @hyperions-light for no-pressure sharing

XX

When he can he will rescue Neve, he resolves to himself. Right now he's as captive as she is. But if he can convince Elgar'nan to let him out he can take Neve, they can go. Find the nearest eluvian, figure out what's happening. He can even take advantage of being so close to Elgar'nan now- learn his plans.

The song he's playing is one he's never heard, but he knows it. Elgar'nan smiles, soft and pleased. The gold of the room surrounds him.

This is real. He anchors the gold to reality, to his new goal. Learn what he can, get Neve, get out.

The music sings to his soul. To both of memories in his mind. He knows what this instrument is called.

"I used to play for you," he says. As he does the memories rise from the jumbled soup he's been trying so hard to push back and solidify. He'd played for him before he was made herald, when his arms were still bare, and it had been an honour. He'd played for him after, just for him. Written songs just for him.

"Yes." Elgar'nan's voice is soft and fond. "I am glad to see you have not forgotten how." He plays the flute, violin and piano. And, he realises, every instrument in this room. His breathing is easier now, his hands steady. "I am glad it still helps you. This room is for you, my herald. Use it as you need to."

When he looks up from the instrument he realises he is alone. His hands move faster on the keys as he stares at the golden wall. Gold is real, he tells himself. Gold is awake.

[jennathearcher]

Tag Game: 4 characters I love <3

tagged by @deputyrook (thank you so much!! 8D) to pick 4 characters I love so people can vote for which one they think I'm most like!!

tagging: @afoxnamedmulder @gellavonhamster @talesfromthecrypts @piratespencil @damngoodbabysiitter and anyone else who wants to do the thing!!

[rook-de-rivas]

get to know my rook!

Name? Ashara de Riva

Gender? She/Her

Age? 29-31, depending

Are they more optimistic or pessimistic? Ash is very much neutral but she likes to think things will work out

Are they introverted or extroverted? Extroverted introvert — she can be who she needs to be but prefers quiet and her own company, or the company or a select few

How do they display affection? Despite being a de Riva, or maybe partially because of it, Ashara’s natural inclination is physical affection — an arm around the shoulder, a touch— but she’s also wildly uncomfortable with physical touch so she tends to default to leaving gifts for people— their favourite food, a book she thinks they’ll like, a piece of paper with a (terrible!) doodle

What is their greatest fear? Becoming a slave again is a big one, but rejection by her chosen family.

Do they have siblings? Older or younger? Only child

Did they grow up nurtured or neglected? Neglected. Ashara was born a slave as far as she knows, and was a slave until 5-6 when she was being transported for sale and the ship was overthrown. She then lived on the Treviso streets for a while.

What is the worst thing they did to someone they loved? That’s a tough one because Ashara would argue she’s never loved anyone (until Viago, Teia, Jacobus, Lucanis, her team, etc) but if you dig down to it, she once lied to Lucanis when they were young and she’s never stopped feeling guilty about it.

Has anyone ever saved their life? Viago saved her life when she tried to steal his coinpurse — while she was fleeing, she tried to make a jump she couldn’t possibly survive and he caught her by the scuff of the neck

Do they believe in love at first sight? No. She loves the idea of it in stories, but reality is rarely so kind

Are they in a relationship? She ends up with Viago in the end but as to whether they’re together— that depends on where in her timeline we are.

Has your character ever been in love? Yes. Like most Crows, she is very attached to her trainer / Talon / mentor, but unlike most, she never got over it. Very in love with Viago whether she wants to accept it or not

Are they most likely to fight with their fists or their tongue? Tongue first, but she’s a street rat at heart so she’ll fight if she has to

What is their choice of weapon? Necrotic blades — she has a tiny amount of magic but nothing useful

How many weapons they can use? As a Crow, she’s proficient with most weapons, but she prefers poisons and blades. Decent at archery— cannot swing a blade or weapon larger than she is though, and would be a terrible warrior!

If they could save one person, who would it be? Viago. Ashara is relatively well known amongst her contemporaries in the Crows for being very very quick to defend her Talon.

What is their greatest regret? She always wished she could’ve known her parents properly, but it was never a possibility. She regrets not getting that chance.

How do they respond to a threat? Poisoning it, usually. Or being sarcastic.

Tag (with no pressure): @deputyrook, @lady-ephemeral, @zozi-j, @fenrelmercar and all who want to play!

[ex0rin]

Writing meme

thanks to @crushcandles for the tag 🥰

rules: post the last line that you wrote and tag someone for every word in the line.

It’s the same uncomfortable churn of disappointment that builds in her chest and the wild urge to just curl her fingers around his throat and squeeze until his heartbeat slows, until he goes cold beneath her, settles in the back of her mind like an old friend.

i am also going to pretend like i cannot see that part about tagging people by how many words because i uh, live my life in the light of run on sentences 😅

tagging: @sparklingbinjuice @duchessonfire @whorrorfag @stunt-lads @deputyrook and literally anyone else who'd like to suffer a little - reminder that my law is in effect!! if you see this you MUST add three lines to your current wip 😘

[ziskandra]

Both @druckkugelschreiber & @serbarris tagged me in a movie tag game! Rules: Without naming them, post a gif from ten of your favourite films, then tag ten people to do the same!

Tagging: @freddy-eynsford-hills-cuck-chair @anneapocalypse @chocochipbiscuit @gallows-into-oblivion @deputyrook @hazelestelle @queenaeducan and anybody else who might want to do this one!

[deputyrook]

hello friends. I accidentally deleted my blog 🙃 please reply to this/boost because I would love to find my mutuals again. I'm actually so shocked.

my fics will be reposted! Thank you for coming back.

[chainsawsangel]

i was tagged by @themotherofhorses and @happilyhertale (ily guys 😘)

rules: tag 9 people you want to get to know better.

last song: angel of small death and the codeine scene by hozier.

last show: ergo proxy

last film: meet the robinsons

current show: the last kingdom (rewatching)

reading: nothing atm but I'm hoping to reread the sandman comics.

current obsession: welp! obviously ewan mitchell + his characters, i admire him so much. anime, video games (having resident evil brainrot atm), and my OC athena. 💜

tags: @tiffanyvalntine, @aemonds-wifey, @roguelov, @heywizards, @orallech, @boneforts, @deputyrook @onewinged-sephiroth & @hella-amberpricefield (no pressure, guys)

[miyamorana]

November Fic Recs

A few days late because I was travelling, but here are the fics that I’ve really liked this past month. All of these are complete. Enjoy!

Fandoms: Boku no Hero Academia (3), DCU Comics/Percy Jackson Crossover (1), Dragon Age: The Veilguard (1), Harry Potter (2), Harry Potter/Labyrinth Crossover (1), Merlin/Stargate Atlantis Crossover (1), Red One (1)

Find October's Recs here or browse my fanfic recs tag.

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia Title: break something Author: beeclaws Pairing: None Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Word Count: 5,394 Summary: Reeling in the aftermath of the training camp and the battle of Kamino Ward, Shouta and Hizashi attempt to blow off some steam.

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia Title: when you picture yourself happy Author: MermaidMarie  Pairing: Midoriya Izuku/Rody Soul Rating: General Audiences Word Count: 4,063 Summary: Somehow, despite his upbringing and his tendency towards obliviousness to this sort of thing, it’s Shouto who knows first. --- In which everyone realizes Izuku's feelings.

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia Title: Safe Space Author: RayShippouUchiha Pairing: None Rating: General Audiences Word Count: 2,494 Summary: “-ve talked about this,” Toshiyuki hears Dekiru say, “that would be cannibalism and Aizawa-sense said we’re not allowed to do that anymore.”

Toshiyuki falters mid-step but then soldiers on.

“Dekiru!” They call as soon as they’re within microphone range.  “Maesaka Toshiyuki from NHK, can I have your thoughts on the villain Spot’s latest arson attack?”

Fandom: DCU Comics (Batman, Superman)/Percy Jackson Crossover Title: Annabeth and the Nine Step Career Plan Author: feeling_the_aster_9145 Pairing: Anabeth Chase/Percy Jackson, Lois Lane/Clark Kent Rating: General Audiences Word Count: 60,673 Series: Part 1 of The Art of Mortal Quests (Words: 76,169 - Works: 2) Summary: Annabeth Chase does not accept limitations. Everyone knows that. If she wants something, no matter how impossible, she will find a way to make it happen. Though, perhaps she will allow Bruce Wayne and his ridiculous paranoia-induced company restrictions a small portion of the credit.

Actually… now that she thinks about it, the man may have had a point in his worries.

Wayne Technologies does not accept college interns. Annabeth always has a plan B.

Fandom: Dragon Age: The Veilguard Title: Playing Cards Author: deputyrook Pairing: Lucanis Dellamorte/Rook/Spite Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2,455 Summary: Lucanis, Spite, and Rook define the relationship. Spite does not want to play cards.

Fandom: Harry Potter Title: swallow some of their history Author: basketofnovas (slashmarks) Pairing: Hermione Granger/Bellatrix Black Rating: Mature Word Count: 103,120 Summary: A clash in the Time Room in the Department of Mysteries sends Hermione back in time thirty-three years, from 1996 to 1963. There, she's forced to contend with a drastically different pre-war Wizarding World where blood-based prejudice and rigid class structures rule the day, and maybe worse, Bellatrix Black as a classmate. But getting involved with Bellatrix Black in any capacity means dealing with her family's problems, too.

Fandom: Harry Potter Title: The Chaos Class Author: Itslivybear Pairing: None (Various background ones in later parts) Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Word Count: 7,619 Series: Part 1 of GTE Time Travel (Words: 40,302 - Works: 5) Summary: The Golden Trio's entire year wake back up on their eleventh birthdays will all their memories up until the night after the Battle of Hogwarts and, once they realize this is happening to ALL of them, decide that they are, under no circumstances, going to do that shit the same way again.

Honestly, it's always something with these kids, isn't it?

Fandom: Harry Potter/Labyrinth Crossover Title: Of Dreamers and Journeys Author: Mystical_Magician Pairings: Jareth/Sarah Williams, Albus Dumbledore/Minerva McGonagall, Remus Lupin/Nymphadora Tonks Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Word Count: 43,995 Summary: The Labyrinth changed Sarah in more ways than one. Seven years later she finds herself the librarian at Hogwarts. And she is so much more than the Muggle they believe her to be.

Fandom: Merlin/Stargate Atlantis Crossover Title: Destiny Revisited Author: lavvyan Pairings: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard, Arthur/Merlin Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Word Count: 2,574 Summary: They're both less innocent than they were a thousand years ago; less trusting, more broken. This time, Merlin is the one who gets called on his behaviour – and it's true, he thinks ruefully, he'd stopped bothering to learn the names of those around him long ago – and Arthur is the one who refuses to leave anyone behind. This time, Merlin is the one saying words like "idiot" and "moron," and Arthur has the stupid ears.

Fandom: Red One Title: Terms of Employment May Vary Author: breakaway71 Pairing: Jack O'Malley/Callum Drift Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Word Count: 2,851 Summary: “That’s so cool,” was the first thing Dylan said when Jack told him about the job offer. The second thing was, “They’ll let me visit again if you work there, right?” which at least showed where his priorities were at. The third thing was, “How come you didn’t already say yes? Is it because of your crush on Cal?”

[wishforhome]

WIP Folder Tag Game

AHH. @deputyrook tagged me, so, here I am, doin' the thing.

rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous and tag as many people as you have WIPs. People send an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then you post a snippet or tell them something about it!

Tagging @mxssful, @inquisimer, @exalted-dawn-drabbles if you haven't done it yet.

viago panics

rules of engagement

vi loves lucanis too

[darethshirl]

WIP Folder Game

rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous and tag as many people as you have WIPs. People send an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then you post a snippet or tell them something about it!

very belated but I'm FINALLY sitting down and doing this! big thank you to my friend @fadedsweater for tagging me 🥰

tho god there's always something super embarassing about this meme in particular 🙈 listen guys, I title wips in ways that make me laugh and hopefully motivate me so dont judge okay (also other people use emoticons in their titles right? right??)

ahem anyway without further ado:

the emmrook mines

solas WINS

t+v 🥰

It was in a dream that Emmrich had looked up, and first seen the wolf. (aka i forgot to actually title this lmao)

sherlock drabble 👀 (fun fact!! this gdoc has 8000 words in it!)

heinrix 3 plssss (not so fun fact: I keep misreading that pls as piss every single time lol)

tagging back @melisusthewee, @deputyrook, @hyperions-light, @dirtheran, @senseandaccountability, @anneapocalypse, @annabtg and honestly if you read this and want to do it just do it and tag me!

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wip Wednesday

saw this going around and, okay! reincarnation pre-elgarook under the cut. @starlightchaser it's our boy

tagging @thedissonantverses, @hyperions-light, @broodwolf221, @deputyrook bc we've interacted. no pressure!

He wakes up warm and safe.

He's ensconced in immense arms and curls deeper into them, not wanting to open his eyes. If this is a dream that he's not in the Fade prison anymore he'd rather stay asleep. He tucks his head under the chin of whoever is holding him and feels a hand run over his back.

"Good morning," Elgar'nan says and he startles, awake in an instant. His eyes fly open and he pulls back, expecting to be held tighter- but Elgar'nan lets him go and he tumbles off the bed. He's dressed in different clothes now, a finely embroidered golden shirt (it has a sun motif. Of course it has a sun motif-) and pants he knows are expensive. Did Elgar'nan- " he pulls himself to his feet and reaches for the blade he knows is not at his side.

"Be calm," Elgar'nan says, watching him. "You would not sleep on your own, and you needed rest." He flushes at that. "After what Fen'Harel put you through…" there's genuine anger in Elgar'nan's voice. "I ensured your sleep was dreamless." Memory starts to return to him. He'd begged not to go back to the Fade. His hands shake as his eyes dart about. His orb hovers within his reach but he is no match for Elgar'nan, and even if he was Elgar'nan cannot be killed. "I will have food brought." Elgar'nan's chest is bare. He should have realised.

"My armour," he finally says.

"It was beyond recovery." He doesn't doubt that. "Your blade, however, is there." Elgar'nan gestures to where it sits on a shelf. His eyes narrow as they move between him and it. It isn't even on a high shelf and he can detect no enchantments protecting it. He moves towards it and reaches for the handle hesitantly. "It is warded only against the slaves," Elgar'nan says and the word slams him in the gut. He snatches it and runs his thumb over the engraving he'd scratched out, Cal's name erased and his own put in its place.

"Why are you doing this?" he asks. Elgar'nan stands and his sheer size is terrifying- and reassuring.

"Why did I save you?" Elgar'nan asks. The word crawls in him warm and unwelcome. "Fen'Harel abandoned you. Whatever you remember of us, know that I would never be so cruel." He's successfully kept his mind on the present for so long, fighting back the memories of the life he once lived, but this close to Elgar'nan he can't. Everywhere he looks is gold and the god's- the Evanuris's- presence is overwhelming. He remembers pain, being thrown to the ground again and again until he learns how to dodge properly. Again, his god commands, No herald of mine will be weak. He grips the hilt of his mageknife harder and presses his thumb to his own name, remembering carving it furiously to ward off the other.