#posting these when the dash is asleep is my specialty

[feralego]

𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦

[cheri-translates]

[CN] 100 Days - Gavin (Day 51 - 100)

🍒 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for e-mails which have not been released in English servers! 🍒

What’s the 100 Days Companionship Event?

Day 1 - 3: here

Day 4 - 30: here

Day 31 - 50: here

Day 51

I watched the video of the “police cat” you sent me. Next time, we can have a cat and a dog. Training them together would be pretty nice.

Day 52

I’ve completed the riddle game you recommended. Those people who left comments saying it was difficult are at a certain level.

Day 53

The rice cooker cake you made is very delicious. I’m filled with veneration for my rice cooker - I’ve watched it since it was small.

Day 54

I happened to meet the little kid we sent home the last time. She asked why the Pretty Sister wasn’t around. So is the Pretty Sister resting well?

Day 55

Tried making curry. I’ve tasted it, and it’s not bad. Next time, teach me something else.

Day 56

I bought you milk tea, and hope your week can be a little sweeter.

Day 57

Eli said that the picture I’m using as my phone wallpaper would have looked even better if the angle was tilted slightly. What does he know? You look pretty no matter what.

Day 58

It does feel different eating ice-cream when the weather is cold. But it isn’t good for your stomach, so I’m confiscating half.

Day 59

If you feel cold, you can put your hand into my pocket anytime.

Day 60

This morning, I realised that the tallest tree in the city had white leaves. When I leaned over to take a look, I saw that they were white frost.

Day 61

The picture you sent me yesterday wasn’t a wolf. It’s a Czechoslovakian Wolfdog - a breed of dog which is very loyal and tame.

Day 62 (Double Ninth)

It’s Yang Festival today, so there may be many people going up the mountain. We can watch the sunset later.

Day 63

When I was tidying the room, I found the champion prize from last year’s STF long-distance race in autumn. It’s a keychain of a running military dog.

Day 64

There’s a shop selling your favourite sugar cakes. I’ll bring it to you after work, and hope it’d still be warm when it reaches your hands.

Day 65

Recently, I changed a new driving playlist. Those songs you recommended - I like them very much.

Day 66

In the movie we watched yesterday, I keep thinking that werewolves are even more dashing and decisive than vampires.

Day 67

My phone is spoilt. It’s a good thing I can memorise your e-mail, and didn’t miss the sign-in.

Day 68 (Halloween)

Title: Selecting a jack-o’lantern

There are many types of jack-o’-lanterns in the shop today, and I don’t know which one you like. If you’re not busy, want to take a look together in the afternoon?

Day 69

You mentioned wanting to go fishing the last time. I’ve bought a full set of fishing gear, and will wait till you have time.

Day 70

It’s too cooling to eat watermelons during this season. I bought a hami melon and have placed it in the fridge. Remember to eat it.

Day 71

After the door locked, I realised that I didn’t bring my keys. I never thought that I’d have my forgetful moments too. It’s a good thing the windows weren’t locked.

Day 72

I’ve familiarised myself with the technique of cutting bunny apple slices. Next time, I’ll show it to you.

Day 73

I left home early today, and the sky wasn’t bright yet. Venus looked as though it was within reach.

Day 74

Found a puppy stuffed toy while tidying up, and thought about how it’s been a very long time since we last went to the claw machine together.

Day 75

I know that you’re afraid of the cold, so I bought a pair of gloves. You can wear them when riding on Sparky. It’s a matching set with mine.

Day 76

While watching the German Shepherd in the team undergoing training, I suddenly felt that its life is very worth respecting. Once it decides on a person, it will give its all.

Day 77

Turns out making sandwiches at home is pretty easy. If you want to eat them next time, there’s no need to buy them from the supermarket anymore.

Day 78

There’s renovation going on upstairs, and it’s really noisy. I thought about how you also mentioned that your neighbour does renovation works whenever you’re about to take a nap.

Day 79 (Single’s Day)

Eli and the guys said they didn’t want to see me hovering around in STF today. How baffling. So, I’m here to see you.

Day 80

The colleague who got married last month returned from his honeymoon with some local specialties. I think they aren’t bad, so I left you a share.

Day 81

At this time every year, you’d usually say that it’s cold. But winter this year seems to have a higher temperature.

Day 82

The weather is really good today, and it’s suitable for airing quilts. You mentioned liking the scent of sunlight on quilts.

Day 83

I saw you mentioning on Moments that it’s the final episode of your favourite television drama. I’ve bought snacks, and will watch it together with you.

Day 84

You cried for a really long time after watching the ending yesterday. Are your eyes still swollen? I asked Minor to put some eye patches on your desk. Remember to use them later.

Day 85

I’ve heard of the trust game you mentioned. I can close my eyes and let you lead me, no matter how far it is.

Day 86

I took Sparky Jr. along with me on duty today. It still can’t fly as high as I can.

[Note] In CN, “Sparky Jr.” is called 小小黑 (“xiao xiao hei”), which translates directly to “Little Little Black”!

Day 87

You mentioned that the cafe you often visited has closed down. I’ll bring you to an even better one. Everything can change, but when it comes to being by your side, that won’t change.

Day 88

Next time, don’t lift heavy parcels at the collection point by yourself. Just call me.

Day 89

I was a little tired yesterday so I fell asleep and didn’t reply to your messages in time. You must have been worried from waiting.

Day 90

It’s Minor Snow today, but it isn’t snowing.

[Trivia] “Minor Snow” (小雪 - “xiao xue”) refers to the 20th solar term spanning from 22nd November to 6th December!

Day 91

The bureau received a silk banner today. Eli and the others insisted that I take a group photo. If they want to show it to you next time, you mustn’t look.

Day 92

I’ve set your picture as the background of my new phone. This way, I’ll be able to see you once I pick my phone up.

Day 93

You mentioned having lower back pains recently. I’ve ordered a massage chair for you.

Day 94

On Thanksgiving Day, the person I wish to thank most is you.

Day 95

If it were possible, I’d wish that signing in would never end.

Day 96

Minor wants to invite us to his cousins’ shop to play a board game. I don’t really know how to play it. There are werewolves, civilians, and a priest. Now, we’re just missing a witch.

Day 97

The tangerines you bought the last time are very sweet. If chilled for a while, they’ll be even more delicious.

Day 98

Actually, there’s no need to ask me. No matter what you want to do or where you want to go, I’ll accompany you.

Day 99

Heard a song we listened to together along the street, and couldn’t help but pause and listen for a while.

Day 100

Without realising it, it’s already the last day. But I’ll continue accompanying you.

-

Not enough Gavin sweetness? A fan on Weibo created texts and Moments based on some of his e-mails, which I’ve translated: here

[twintailedcryptid]

How The Hideout Got It’s Name

Description: A short oneshot exploring the night that the mekatrio moved into the hideout from Kido’s perspective, thinking that this is somehow their father’s fault ec.

content warnings: Referenced physical abuse & suicide

Notes: Hi ahdiogu this is pretty old now but I’m moving from the hell site that is ao3 so i wanted to post what I had posted already here.

Unpacked boxes littered the barren room when the three siblings finally retired. They were exhausted from the day’s turmoil and from the task of lugging multiple boxes up several flights of stairs. In the moment they regretted bringing so many of their things but they all knew that they would be grateful for the added effort when they needed to take comfort in what little they still could claim for themselves. Even the little things, like old stuffed toys or a beloved book, would offer them the strength and solace they needed to continue on, and that is why when they were dragging a hand-truck of boxes up the stairs together that none of them had complaints as to what the others had deemed necessary to bring.

Finally done, Kano kicked off his shoes and took a few steps before nearly jumping. “The floor’s so cold!” he declared, a slight mix of dismay and amazement in his tone, as though he were impressed with the floor for being cold.

“It’s an abandoned building in November, what do you expect?” Kido asked tiredly before following suit and shuddering slightly as her socks made contact with the floor.

“Ah, that’s right…” He heaved a sigh. “I want to ragdoll but it’ll make me colder…”

“I’ll get the blankets then,” Seto said from behind them. “We left them in the rental.”

“I’ll go with you!” Kido said, her face falling with guilt at the idea of making her brother walk back outside alone in the dark.

“No, stay there okay? It’s fine!”

He left before they had the chance to object and Kido heaved a sigh, sitting down on the floor and not minding the cold. She had other reasons for wanting them to stick together, entirely unpleasant ones that amounted to their safety. Not only that but she didn’t want to be alone with Kano right now, already feeling tense in the awkward silence as Kano followed suit and sat down a little ways away from her.

The worry and guilt from the past two months weighed down on her as she glanced in his direction and then back down to the floor again. He’d been a lot quieter lately, almost the way he had been at the facility over half a decade ago. This time she knew that it was because there was a lot he wasn’t telling them, a lot that she supposed he was afraid to say.

She’d known right away something was wrong when he came home with bruises, on the night of Ayano’s death no less. He’d tried to hide them but like the faint handprints on either side of his neck, she had noticed them. When she asked about them he froze up and looked half ready to sob but simply said it didn’t matter anymore before isolating himself in his room. She’d been confused then, well no, she’d had her suspicions but she’d chosen to ignore them because she was a coward and that was her current guilt to harbor. Still, there was no denying what had happened when he began to flinch up around their father.

She should have noticed sooner, then maybe she could have stopped it all from happening. Her mother's death, Ayano's suicide, and her brother's abuse all could have been prevented if someone had noticed. And yet here she was, despite all the evidence hoping that maybe she had it all wrong. Maybe she was too quick to judge her own father for a bunch of different things and yet here they were, running away from him at Kano's suggestion. Surely, that could only lead to one thing.

She was just a coward in the end.

"Hey," Kano's voice was quiet as he stared over at her. "You okay?"

Before tears could sting her eyes she nodded and slid her hands into her pockets, staring down at her lap and pressing her lips together tightly. "Yeah…"

She breathed a heavy sigh and continued, not daring to look up again, her gaze feeling just as heavy as the rest of her. "I know you're not ready to talk about it...I'm not ready yet either…but…"

She didn't even know what she should say, she never was good with words, that was always his specialty. She searched and searched but nothing suitable- nothing that did this horrible series of events proper justice- was coming to mind so instead, her voice shook and she finally looked up at him.

Her brother- less than a year older but possibly far more mature than she could ever be- was staring at her in concern just like he had been for months. Like always, he thought of everyone before himself and had no time to care about it.

She took a trembling breath and came closer, taking both his hands into her own. "Can you tell me if you're going to be okay?"

His face softened but he could see the pain behind the expression as she began to cry a little. He sighed and carefully pulled her into a hug, letting her cry quietly into his shoulder. He rested a hand on her head to smooth out her hair and for a long while he said nothing.

Finally, he spoke up softly. "Have you been worried about me this whole time?"

"Of course you idiot! I've always been worried." Her voice didn't have any real bite to it as she clung to him. "Now say it! Say you'll be okay so we can make it happen!"

He chuckled lightly but tears were streaming down his cheeks when he nodded. "Twist my arm why don't you? But seriously, yeah, I'll be okay, okay?"  

The door opened just then, causing them both to flinch up but of course, it was only Seto. Kido carefully pulled away to wipe her eyes as Seto stared awkwardly in concern a moment before sighing and shutting the door behind him, making sure to lock it.

“Okay...We can make this work,” she said, more to reassure herself than anything before she stood to help Seto with the blankets.

Together, they piled the blankets and pillows onto the floor directly next to each other and then snuggled up to fight the cold of the new, rather unfriendly looking, place that they would now call their home. They wanted to go to sleep immediately, to wake up in a time and place where they could feel happy again, but in the dark with nothing but a dim flashlight propped against the wall to keep their bearings, they felt more vulnerable than ever and could not sleep.

“Are you sure this place isn’t haunted?” Kido asked in a whisper, not to any brother in particular.

“I didn’t have much time to case the place, sorry Tsubomi…” Kano passed up teasing her because he pretty clearly wasn’t in the mood either.

“Well, if we encounter any ghosts I’m sure they’ll be totally understanding,” she replied in gentle sarcasm.

“Maybe the ghosts will be nice,” Seto reasoned. “If they’re people who have already died then maybe… well we know people who have died and they were nice.”

“We’ve known evil people who have died too,” Kido pointed out, referring to her biological father but she left this up to interpretation. “I hope ghosts aren’t real though...I’d like to think that… well that they’re somewhere better right now...and not watching this dismal display.”

Seto swallowed and stared up at the ceiling sadly. “Yeah...I hope so too… I think this would make them cry…”

They were silent for a little while and then Seto spoke up in a whisper again. “Do you think they’ve found each other already?”

Kido tried to imagine it, Ayano and their mother reunited in some sort of afterlife or resting place, it was a comforting thought to some degree but on the other the thought of it made her want to scream. Why were they gone? Why was she left to huddle in the dark with her siblings like castaways when she’d been so sure that their troubles ended their last day in the facility? She loathed it entirely, she wanted to scream, cry, lash out, do whatever it took to bring them all back to a good timeline again. Instead, she forced the beginnings of a smile for her brother’s sake and nodded. “I’m sure of it…”

“If they can they have…” Kano said it with such certainty that it gave Kido a pause but she dismissed it as being Kano’s optimistic nature.

Some time passed and they managed to fall asleep for a few hours, then they heard a noise and all jolted awake, ready to fight some unknown attacker or beg a ghost for mercy, only to find after doing a quick search of the apartment that it was still empty. As they shivered and returned to their pile of blankets, Kido ran her hands over her torso and stretched, groaning. “I can’t stand this.”

She felt ready to cry but Kano smiled a little. “At least we won’t be woken up for breakfast at six in the morning.”

“And we aren’t in the monster room…” Seto added helpfully.

Kido just groaned again. “Don’t remind me…” She laughed dryly then. “You’re right, now we’re in the monster apartment.”

“I don’t like the sound of it…” Seto whined as he laid back down and the others joined him.

“What did you say our group name was again, Kano?”

“Ah fuck...what was it? Uhhhhhhh…Oh right. We’re the Mekakushi Dan.”

“Fine, Mekakushi apartment it is then,” she said dryly.

“Isn’t that kind of a mouthful though?” Seto asked meekly.

“Is it?”

After a few moments of silence, Kano announced quietly, “Hideout. We’ll call it the hideout.”

The others agreed with this and then started to fall asleep again but Kano’s words struck her. That really was what they were doing now, wasn’t it? Hiding from their own father, their mother and sister dead, the three of them orphans again. They even went back to calling each other by their old surnames again, just like they had at the facility. Just like that everything they had, all the happiness they had built was dashed away again.

Here they were back at square one but this time around that square seemed a lot less charming.

Still, as dismal as everything was now, she took a deep breath in and reminded herself; She was happy once, happy twice, and if they survived this they could learn to feel that joy again. She’d only have to wait and see.

[mikumanogi-blog]

2017-03-05 “Stagnation” Kubo Shiori Blog #7

Is there anybody who thought “today is Kubo’s blog day?”!

It’s Shiori’s blog~ (I didn’t make you wait did I…)

I thought I would try changing up my usual introduction.

 Hello everyone, Thank you for work hard again today. I’m Nogizaka46 3rd generation member Kubo Shiori.

My hair is curled.

The other day something fortunate happened.

When the makeup artist was finished hair spraying my hair the can (big size) was empty. The last person that giant can of hair spray was used on was… me. Isn’t that lucky? It rarely happens (‘._.`)

Hehehe

 First off, I want to look back at what has happened recently. Thank you so much for the 5th Year Anniversary Birthday Live.

Hito ha naze hashiru no ka?

Tsuyogaru tsubomi,

Hane Kioku,

Harujion ga suku koro,

Shiori kumo ni note,

Hause!

The 3rd generation members all stood on that stage while considering the significance behind why we were given these songs to perform.

The emotions and the scenery I had from that stage is something I will never forget for as long as I live. More than anything, seeing all the 3rd generation member towels, pen light colors surprised me...I was overjoyed. I’m a very fortunate person. Thank you.

We also did a recording for the 3rd generation song 「sanbanme no kaze」off the 17th single. Surprise…and joyfulness… (You’re probably thinking that those are the only two emotions I have, I do have a lot of other ones…) At any rate this is something I’m thankful for. The wonderful lyrics and melody, this song will forever by important to me.

I was also nervous because this was my first time doing a PV shoot, but I thought that each shoot was done with care. I received the help of many people and as my first ever shoot I was able to make it an extremely meaningful experience. Thank you very much. I want to see all my fans again. Please wait for me.  (TL note: I am assuming this is for the individual PV’s and not the music video PV)

And now… Q&A time!!!

Because I wasn’t able to do a Q&A on my previous blog I will also be answering questions asked for that blog (‘._.`)

·         Which do you like more sweet or spicy?

I like food. Recently I’ve been enjoying sweet foods!

·         Are you good or bad at physical exercise?

You probably thought I was bad at physical exercise didn’t youuu~ but that not true at all! I’m average. This year on my first sports test I was awarded an A rank!

·         Do you cook? What food is your specialty?

I may look like I do and I doo~ It makes me happy to hear my family say “delicious” after they finish eating my food.

My specialty food is…it’s hard to say, when I was younger it used to be omurice (‘._.`)

Currently my specialty is probably a type of sweet… I’m always making sweets.

·         In your middle school club, what was the toughest club activity?

Most likely the stairway dash (‘._.`) I was always sore the next day. After that was the zoo warm up (‘._.`) Duck, Bear, Seal, crocodile, , , nostalgic memories (‘._.`)

·         What are some events made a lasting impression for you from Nogizaka under construction?

There are a lot of events but, Hori Miona’s「ikimana onna」line from her version of Wakatsuki Yumi’s Hashi kun was funny! (TL note: you can find an ENG sub version on YouTube).

Speaking of Miona san, at the concert she came to talk with me. She also put up a picture of me on her blog…thank you so much. Yamazaki Rena also posted one on her blog. Thank you very much (‘._.`)

(TL Note: Kubo and Rennachi & Kubo and Miona)

Honestly, I feel shy when meeting new people, when the senior members came to talk to me, I got tongue tied. I feel guilty… I wonder if that’s why people may think things like “Kubo is hard to approach isn’t she” I’ll continue to reflect upon my weakness from the shadows.

I honestly couldn’t speak. I also have a quiet voice… Ever since I was born I’ve been a lost cause…Despite my flaws the senior members are still nice to me. I want to talk more with the senior members about various things but because of my personality it’s probably won’t be enjoyable for them…My personality is something I need to change (‘._.`)

·         I burned myself…

Are you alright!?!? Please make sure to treat it properly so it doesn’t leave a scar (‘._.`) Pain, pain go away~ While I was saying that I um… also burned myself (‘._.`) I was half asleep and I…burned my neck with a hair iron… out of all the places it could’ve been why in such an obvious spot…I will reflect upon this mistake.

·         Are there times where you are picky or obsessed about your fashion?

Umm… well, I wear what I like without fussing over the brand. Recently I’ve been liking unique clothing~ Heading into spring I’ve been buying yellow and pink colored clothes. Renka told me “You’ve become more stylish lately” I’ve decided I want to wear more and more different types of western style clothing. I’ll do my best!

·         Can you see the towels and penlights from the stage?

Of course I can see them! Every time I spot one it makes me happy. I have some good news! Because my eyesight has gotten worse my contact lens strength has gone up, this means that I can spot everyone even easier than before! Allllright, from one end to the other I’ll find you all!

·         Show me a picture of you with twin tails!

Sure, here you go!

I knew it was no gooood!

Oh no, my hair is covered by my hood and the picture is bluury isn’t it~

…I’m sorry. Self-reflection. Self-reflection.

 ·         Why were you crying together with Nakada Kana san in the dressing room?

On a silent Friday, my name was brought up by Nakada Kana san. Thank you very much (‘._.`)

First of all, she did not make me cry!!! There is a reason for why I was crying… The first time we started practicing for Principle was a time where I had anxiety over how things would turn out going forward. Then Kana san came and talked with me… we talked a lot about her personal stories from her Principle performance and the future. The details are already….. I’m crying. I wonder if I can become stronger…Can I really keep at it…What should I do…. These are the insecurities I showed in front of my amazing superior. (‘._.`) I am extremely grateful to Kana san (‘._.`) Thank you very much.

 ·         Are you someone that eats a lot?

Yes I am! One of my favorite phrases is, I want to eat____. Just the other day, for lunch, I ate bread, rice and beef stew. For dinner I ate 30 gyozas. After that I had waffles and strawberry daifuku. Oh I also had ice cream. I have a bottomless stomach. (from the title of my blog two blogs ago ‘There is no limit’)

·         Do you like bread?

I do!!!! For a while I was addicted to bread crusts, and I ate them plain. I would eat them while waiting for practice to start!

 ·         What is something you’ve been addicted to lately?

Yogurt with soy flour on top!!! I’ve been way too addicted this pairing. I could put roasted soybean flour on anything.

 ·         Favorite ice cream flavor?

Matcha!! After that is Soy flour!! Eastern style ice cream flavors are ◎ but as expected I can’t choose between them (‘._.`)

For this blog I am going to end the Q&A here!!! I’ll being doing it again in the future!

 What been going on recently? Speaking of which, I’m going to start with some of my worries. My shyness has gone too far, so far that I’ve had troubles taking pictures with other members. However, I know that a lot of fans are waiting and saying “post pictures with the other members!”… For my fans I plucked up the courage and I took my first ever three-person selfie since joining Nogizaka46.

This should be a commemorative picture. Miichan, ririan, Tsuki Taro san. Thank you so much. I hope we continue to get along. 

(TL note: I’m not sure what 月太郎 (tsuki taro) means. After some research I found that 太郎月(taro dzuki) mean first moon of the new year, so she might just be calling herself a newbie).

Next, in Manatsu san’s blog, she was asked about which member she would want to be her little sister… In her answer she wrote about me…Thank you so much, Manatsu san is so kind. On the day of the 5th Year Anniversary Birthday Live I apologized to Manatsu saying “I’m really sorry for doing ‘zukkyun’ in Girl’s Rule during Principle” and Manatsu san said “no no, it’s completely fine! If anything, I’m glad that you did! Thank you so much!” Manatsu san is so kind isn’t she (‘._.`) Thank you so much for being nice to someone like me.

Guess what, guess what, Because I I was completely sold out for the handshake event another time slot has been added. Thank you very much! I am very, very, very, VERY happy… For everyone that will come see me I’ll make sure to give you a good time.

“I’ll never be able to forget this! I want to go again! I’m cheering for you!” I’ll do my best to give you these kinds of feelings. More than anything let’s enjoy ourselves. I’m really excited to talk to everyone! I wonder if I’ll see the people I met at the meet and greet again? I’ll be waiting for you!!

 Today, for the first time in a while something happy and enjoyable happened. I was also able to make unforgettable memories.

 There’s so much I want to say but this blog has already gone on for so long… I have been told before that I really like photography and I really do. That’s why when everyone gets a hold of the new magazine I’m in I hope to bring enough interest for them to say “wow who is this girl?” I’m making sure to not slack off in order to be the kind of person that stands out in a crowd.  

Just because you work hard doesn’t mean everything is going to turn out the way you want it to, but if you don’t put in the work then it definitely won’t.

I don’t want to be someone who is all talk and no action. I want to be someone that even though they say big things they can make them into reality. Yet even though I say that I don’t have enough confidence to talk about my own dreams. I’m a coward. I will change. I will change even more.

 In the last blog I received a lot of comments giving me advice and so I based my writing for this blog on that. The opinions that I saw most in the comments were “don’t be so stiff! Relax a bit!” Thank you very much. That’s why I decided to try and make a more relaaaaxed blog this time. What do you think?

Finally one last question from the comments!

·         Out of all the 3rd generation members, which member pretends to remember something the fastest?

That person is Tamami! Wow! Tomorrow is Tamami’s blog! Make sure to give it a read!!!

Kubo will write again.

(In Minachan’s blog I was temporarily recruited for a group called Nabepa (Nabe party). It doesn’t look like we can meet up often… Maybe we should try recruiting. What do you think would be good? The members are Tamami, Minachan and Ayati, and me.)

(TL Note: Minachan is Umezawa Minami)

Kubo Shiori

https://blog.nogizaka46.com/third/2017/03/037204.php

(TL note: trying to find a good translation for a blog title was difficult, the word used in japanese is 渋滞 which can mean either ‘congestion’ ‘delay’ or ‘stagnation’, I decided to go with stagnation because after reading this blog I got the impression that she feels like her growth as a person has become a little stagnant) 

[shirogane-atlas]

Ignite

The first of my inbox requests! I’m getting to these now that my deadlined events are mostly over~ This one is for @rumbarn from Feb. 2017 (I’m so sorry it took this long!) 

Prompt: Really sweet fluffy falling in love klance Words: 3.3k Notes: Canon-compliant; begins in season1 and ends after season4

5 times Lance was surprised by Keith’s touch, and 1 time he wasn’t

~1~

“The only time someone should wake me up is if an intergalactic emergency is happening.” Being the blue paladin of Voltron is awesome, but Lance needs his beauty sleep. And rest. He's a growing boy who's in pretty good shape overall, but the sudden physical strength (and early mornings) expected of him since coming to space is taking its toll on his body. These days he aches in places he didn't even realize he had.

So when Keith very unnecessarily calls him out with a “We’d probably be better off fighting without you,” Lance is reasonably pissed. Bickering with his rival over breakfast, he forgets about some of the pain in his arms.

That night Lance goes to bed thoroughly exhausted. Face mask on, he lies comfortably on his back and instantly drifts off. He doesn't know how long he sleeps before Keith is there, standing by his bed, his hand warm on Lance's shoulder. He wonders vaguely if it's normal to dream about one’s rival so frequently.

I thought I told you not to wake me up, he says and wills the dream away.

Suddenly there's a hand in his that isn't familiar but feels like it should be, and he tugs it closer because the contact feels good. He's so comfortable now that he turns over, awareness of his face mask banished to the far recesses of his mind as it smears onto his pillow. If he could just stretch his leg out, that would be perfect. So he does. And his foot connects with something.

And a deadweight drops onto him with a grunt.

Not even a little bit sleepy anymore, he jolts up and shoves whoever just tried to kill him onto the floor, and when the person hurriedly stands up, Lance sees that it's…Keith.

Keith, pouting and looking very flustered, won't look at Lance. He barks out something about how they're being attacked and need Voltron and that he was sent to retrieve Lance. Then he bolts out of the room.

Lance, still sitting in bed breathing hard, registers the pressing urgency of the situation but only vaguely. Because finding Keith on top of him, as if he's materialized right out of one of Lance's most confusing dreams, is pulling heat and color into his face. And he's glad the room is dark because that means Keith probably didn't notice his blush and his messed up facemask and his bedhead.

He forgets about the facemask again and runs his hands over his face, groaning when they come back all green and creamy.

Keith has all but forbidden Lance from bringing up the ‘falling on top of him’ incident. Lance can live with that. It's hard but he can do it, making up for it by teasing Keith with other things—from his fashion sense to his hair—every chance he gets. The longer he keeps this up, the more he notices little changes in Keith. Like how he used to be all stiff around Lance after the ‘incident’ but now he's more chill. He still stands with his arms crossed and broods all the time, but he doesn't radiate hostility anymore. In fact, more than once, Lance has been at the receiving end of fond smiles from the mullet man. But this happens just as often as the scowling, so who even knows.

~2~

The blue lion crashes.

It's during a battle. Lance gets a little distracted with blasting the fighters getting too close to the castle and doesn't notice the ones closing him in from behind.

The others finish the fight without him by the time he regains consciousness. He gets back in the air only to touch down again. He's upright but his head is still swimming, and when he touches the side of his forehead, his fingers meet something warm and sticky. Good thing the battle is over and won.

Lance is still looking at the darkening red on his fingers when suddenly, Keith is out of his lion and rushing forward. He shouts Lance’s name and wraps him tight against himself, burying his own face in Lance’s neck.

Lance is too stunned to react at first, except for the heat he feels in his face, which he doubts has to do with the exertion. His arms slowly come up to return the hug. But the slightest touch from Lance jolts Keith, and he breaks away, muttering something that sounds like a very embarrassed apology, before running back to his lion.

Still stunned, Lance watches until the red lion disappears into its hangar.

The following days are especially confusing. Lance's brain replays the hug over and over again. His entire body plays along and keeps reminding him of the sensation of being held in Keith's arms. It felt so safe, and Keith's labored breath fanning against his skin felt…. Lance blushes, not wanting to give that particular feeling a name.

Meanwhile Keith avoids Lance entirely now, out of embarrassment Lance figures. The most direct effect of this is that Lance is no longer able to tease Keith to his face and has to settle for watching from afar. He watches as Keith pours himself into more training and flies off in Red sometimes to blow off steam. He gains the ability to tell when Keith is feeling down because when he is, he spends more time with the training bot than usual. He notices how Keith's nose turns up at Coran’s special lunches and how his eyes twinkle at some of Hunk’s specialties. And without meaning to he learns all of Keith's most and least favorite food goo varieties. And the moment when he realizes that he is in fact noticing all these things is Lance's undoing.

He's holed up in his room, bouncing his legs—left then right then left again—as he sits uncomfortably on the edge of his bed. He should be asleep, but how can he be? ‘Dios mio,’ he thinks to himself, not yet ready to say the words out loud, even alone in his room, ‘I like Keith…like, like like him….’

Even saying the word four times doesn't make the fact that Lance likes Keith any easier to digest. Sleep doesn't come to him that night.

~3~

Lance has had crushes before. Loads of times. He loves being in love. But this time, his crush isn't like any of his previous ones. It's a boy. And not just any boy; it's a boy he thought he hated, a boy with awful hair, a boy he's forced to cohabit a castle-cum-spaceship with. It's Keith. Keith is the boy Lance is crushing on, and it's driving him crazy. He's not sure yet if it's in a good way.

His own internal panic aside, there's another problem. Keith has been keeping his distance and, well, Lance wants to go back to the whole making fun of each other dynamic they'd had going on. Which, now that he's listening to his inner voice, might actually have been flirting this whole time. Is it possible to flirt without realizing it?

Lance's brain is a bit scattered as the team plans their trip to the Unilu trading post. Coran brings out containers of old clothes and tasks them with finding stuff that fits so he can help them put together pirate disguises.

Playing dress-up like he used to as a kid with his sisters, except now it's for a good cause? Sign Lance the heck up. He rummages through the containers, tossing too large items to Hunk and too small ones to Pidge. He pulls out another item and is just about to throw it to Pidge when he pauses. The waist would be too big on Pidge; it looks more like his own size, really. But the length…. He looks down at the container and pulls out an accompanying top. Bottom lip caught between his teeth, he stares at the blue and white clothes in his hands. He's sorely tempted. They're his size and color; he should at least try them on. He knows he can totally rock the look.

Hunk turns to him to ask for his opinion on a grotesque spiked overcoat, and Lance quickly tucks his find behind his back. “Yeah looks great Hunk,” he says carelessly. “I'm gonna go try something on,” he announces, dashing out of the room before anyone can stop him.

He puts it on in the dressing room, and boy was he right. He’s totally rocking it. He turns in front of the mirror, looking at how it brings out all his best features. with a broad grin, he steps out to show Hunk and Pidge…and runs right into Keith. When did he get here?

Keith’s face twists into an irritated grimace at being bumped into, before his eyes take in the sight before him: Lance in tiny deep blue shorts and a long-sleeved thin white top that ends just below his chest.

Keith's eyes widen comically. For a stiff moment, he stares; then his finger comes up, seemingly of its own accord, and pokes Lance's exposed belly as if to check that it’s really there. Lance lets out an embarrassing noise in surprise. He's blushing under Keith's attention, he can feel it; and as much as he's trying to hold it back, the touch, however brief, is making him smile.

Keith keenly watches it all play out on Lance's face. He looks pleasantly surprised—and encouraged—by Lance's flustered reaction. “A crop top and booty shorts? Really?” he finally says with a hint of amusement and something else in his tone. “I thought the point of the disguises was to blend in,” he adds with a smirk. “Don't know if these will cut it.”

Lance, normally a master flirt, looks away. Keith’s smug look is annoying him; it always throws him off when Keith gets like this. With a grimace, he remembers asking Keith to come untie him after the fiasco with Nyma. The memory of Keith's teasing is enough to increase Lance's internal temperature by a few degrees.

“I'm afraid Keith is right,” Coran muses, seeing Lance's outfit. “The pirates don't dress like that.”

“I just wanted to see if they would fit.” Lance shrugs and turns to go change.

“Well they fit perfectly,” he hears Keith mutter behind him and flushes all over again, hurrying out of the room.

At least he's shocked Keith into talking to him again. With a dopey smile, he puts his own clothes back on, carefully folding and keeping the eye-opening summer outfit. Just in case it…comes in handy at some point.

~4~

So Keith is Galra.

It happens so suddenly and it feels like no one has time to react properly because they're all going on their own missions. When Keith and Shiro first tell the team what they discovered at the Marmora base, Allura’s anger erupts so silently that the topic becomes an instant taboo. Keith walks around with a fallen face, doing his best to stay on task but unable to completely hide his hurt—at least from Lance’s astute gaze.

Lance wants to go up to Keith, wants to say that this doesn't change anything, that he's still their red paladin. Lance approaches him before they go off on their separate quests, and Keith stands before him, eyes lowered and head hung, posture resigned but impatient, as if he knows what's coming and just wants to get it over with.

“Just tell me I’m Galra scum and go, Lance.”

Lance's words die in his throat. Is that what Keith thinks of him? expects from him? He forgets all the words of acceptance and sympathy he had planned and reaches out in the one surefire way he knows how. “I just came to tell you to watch that mullet. I heard you’re going to fight some giant beast and get scaultrite from its stomach so you know,” he fumbles; he didn’t think this insult through. “Your dumb hair would probably get in the way,” he finishes with an attempt at his trademark shit-eating grin.

Keith looks up at him, mouthing words that won’t come out. And then, the corners of his mouth quirk up ever so slightly. Very slowly, a mixed look of relief and fondness lights his face, and Lance is reminded of that time Keith had embraced him with such suddenness.

“Yeah and you watch your back at that prison,” says Keith, having finally found his voice again. “Don’t get blindsided by another cute girl and compromise the mission.”

“Hey!”

But Keith is chuckling now and Lance feels like this talk hasn't been a disaster after all. He cracks a smile and says, “Good luck, Samurai.”

“You too, Sharpshooter.” Keith turns toward where Hunk is waiting for him by the yellow lion.

Sharpshooter? Lance’s smile grows bigger as he takes in the nickname. He hopes it becomes a thing because he really likes the sound of that. I'll make it a thing, he decides, making his way toward Shiro and Pidge.

The jailbreak from beta-traz goes pretty well, all things considered. The bottom line is they accomplish the mission.

Team Voltron is on the cusp of putting their plan to defeat Zarkon into action. If all goes well, Zarkon and his empire of tyranny will be history once and for all.

Keith and Lance are lounging on the observation deck. It's the night before the big day. Keith was watching the stars when Lance joined him, and now they're looking out at the vast expanse of space together.

“Hey, let’s swap war stories!” Lance suggests.

Keith rolls his eyes, but Lance catches the smile that reaches those violet eyes. He motions for Lance to go first, and Lance tells him all about busting Slav out of Beta-Traz. When he gets to the yupper and how she’d basically agreed wholeheartedly that Lance was useless, Keith bursts into laughter.

“You bared your soul to a yupper?!” he wheezes.

Lance's every instinct screams at him to be embarrassed, but he can't help the giddy delight settling in his chest at having made Keith laugh so openly. Keith's eyes crinkle at the corners as tears of mirth threaten to break free.

Drawn in by the way the dim light catches Keith's eyes, Lance keeps talking. “Yeah I told her all about how I thought I was a seventh wheel, and she just said ‘yup.’”

Keith’s laughter subsides a bit, but amusement still twinkles in his eyes. He gazes at Lance’s face, then leans forward and cups his chin. “Maybe you could try baring your heart to me someday instead of to a yupper.” Then Keith leans in closer, clearly with the intent to kiss him, but giving Lance every chance to stop it. It's like he's trying to convey just how special he intends to make Lance feel with the intense look in his eyes.

Lance merely holds that gaze, losing himself in the galaxies that are mere inches away. Is this really happening? Lance tries to swallow but his throat is paralyzed.

Keith tilts his head, his eyes drop to Lance’s lips…

An alarm blares, and they jump apart. Lance's heart feels like it's about to jump out through his mouth; and judging by Keith's labored breathing, he isn't faring much better.

Apparently it's time. Zarkon is going down. Lance's first kiss will have to wait.

~5~

The empire doesn't go down. They hit Zarkon but just barely. But more importantly, they lose Shiro.

Keith isn't the same after that. They don't get to continue their interrupted night by the stars. Keith moves through the motions of being a paladin but he has a singular focus: bring Shiro back.

And Lance is there. By Keith's side. Through the lion switch that tears Keith apart, the leadership role that threatens to break him before he finally accepts it, the return of a changed Shiro. And then Keith leaves.

Blade more than paladin now apparently, Keith leaves Lance behind. Never bothering to cut the thread Lance has been hanging on since that night under the stars.

Lance is bitter. He's irritated. A little angry even. But under it all, he's hurt. Is he really the only one who thought what almost happened that night was a big deal?

So when Keith comes in wearing his Marmorite suit, blasting through the vacuum of space like only he can, and flies himself into certain death, all of Lance's anger comes to a head. Keith would have perished, erased without a trace, if not for Lotor’s perfect timing; and Lance is pissed.

He's shouting. “I hate you!” He's dragged Keith off to give him a piece of his mind but all he can get out is something that isn't even true. Something that hasn't been true for a long, long time.

Keith considers him, incredibly calm, “But I love you.”

Lance is stunned into silence. He tries to stay mad, but his heart is melting. He turns away in anger and exasperation, muttering, “I hate how you’re always so willing to sacrifice yourself. I hate how you distance yourself so easily. I hate…I hate….”

He still has his his back to Keith, but he doesn’t storm off or leave.

That seems to be all the encouragement Keith needs. He steps closer to Lance from behind, and in a low, sincere voice, repeats himself,

“I love you.”

Lance can feel Keith’s words washing over him. He can feel his resolve eroding. His shoulders start to droop; he slouches, as if physically defeated.

And somehow, Keith is there. He grips Lance’s arms, anchoring him, holding him up. Lance sinks backwards against Keith’s chest. Keith is a rock behind him, steady, unmoving, comforting.

“I hate you,” he whispers again, no bite behind the words. “I hate your stupid hotheadedness and your stupid mullet and your dumb, pretty, intense eyes.”

Against the shell of Lance’s ear, “I love your soft skin and your smug grins. I love it when you’re flustered. I love your bravery and how much you care about everyone…not just everyone but everyone individually, enough to risk your life for someone you just met. You care so much about people, Lance, and I love that. I love how much you care about…me.”

Lance is gone. Has been since the first time Keith said it. But despite himself, barely audible, “I hate you.”

“I don't believe you.”

Lance doesn't believe himself either.

He takes Keith's hands from his own arms and pulls them around his waist instead, wrapping Keith against himself in an embrace says so much more than he can right now.

+1

Lance lies on the floor of the observation deck, a callback to that night so many quintants ago. Keith hovers above him on his elbows, leaning down to kiss Lance’s nose, cheeks, lips, pulling back to look at him after each kiss. Everything moves so slowly, gently.

Lance can’t decide whether to keep his eyes closed and savor the feeling of Keith’s chapped lips, or to keep them open so he can see the awe and intensity in Keith’s gaze. He settles for closed for now, but he doesn't know what to do with his hands either, until finally bringing them to rest on Keith’s waist. He has to resist the urge to pull, to draw Keith in closer.

Lance opens his eyes and takes in Keith’s soft expression. Feeling like the slightest movement on his part will break the magic of the moment. Lance all but holds his breath, not wanting to disturb Keith in his ministrations. His pulse quickens with every dip of Keith’s head; a sigh escapes him with every touch of Keith’s lips. Keith's touch leaves life in its wake. His fingers ignite little fires as they move across Lance’s skin.

“I love you.” He says it because it's true. And because Keith isn't pulling away anymore. And because they're still at war but now they have each other.

“I love you too, Lance.”

[ma-sulevin]

Masterpost of Universes and Fics

An explanation of my two universes, the characters involved in them, and all fics associated with each one.

Rebloggable version. Parked version here.

I have two universes that I write in: canonverse and the self-indulgence AU.

Canonverse

Warden

Harea Mahariel. Dual-wielding rogue. Romanced Alistair. Became Arlessa of Amaranthine and then lived in Kirkwall for a few years where she had a brief relationship with Anders.

Fic: Harea is the star of my first fic, Scars Beyond Counting (E) over on AO3.

Sequels: Tell Me a Story (G) and The Childer Scars (T).

Drabbles & Prompts:

“You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into, do you?” Harea and Alistair playing Wicked Grace.

“Mm…your kid before five in the morning.” Harea and Alistair in some domestic bliss.

“I will always be there to protect you.”

Harea finds out that Alistair is afraid of birds, because “swooping is bad.”

“Kisses because I missed you and you really shouldn’t stay away so long.”

One headcanon that breaks your heart.

One headcanon that mends it.

Anders and Harea first kiss

NSFW - Prison Cell prompt; Harea x Alistair

NSFW - At camp, by the fire; Harea x Alistair

Snowman, featuring Harea, Anders, and Duncan.

Mutual pining for Harea and Anders.

Only one bed + pining for Harea and Anders.

“I’d like it if you stayed” for Harea and Anders.

“I found a weak spot on you!” for Harea and Anders.

“I think it’s time we stopped avoiding the obvious” for Harea and Anders.

“Kiss me” for Harea and Anders.

Drunk texting between Harea and Anders.

“Imagine if person A of your OTP scares person B (during Halloween) so badly that they cry.” for Harea and Alistair.

“Don’t you say that… not you.” for Harea and Anders.

“You knocked on my door at 1 am to cuddle?” for Alistair and Harea.

“Nothing has ever scared me more than being with you.” for Harea and Anders.

“We’ve become the clingy newlyweds you always complained about” for Alistair and Harea.

A situation where Anders is sick and Harea doesn’t know how to take care of him. Harea and Anders.

The way you said I love you: from behind a closed door for Harea and Anders.

All Hearts Day: Alistair & Harea

All Hearts Day: Anders & Harea

Desperate kiss. Anders & Harea.

“You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.” Alistair & Harea.

“You’re so cute when you pout like that.” For Alistair & Harea.

“And slowly… I was forgotten.” For Anders & Harea.

Hawke

Thea Hawke. Two-handed warrior. Romanced Isabela. Became Viscount of Kirkwall (briefly) and gave Cullen his lip scar by punching him in the face when he came to take Bethany to the Circle.

Drabbles & Prompts:

“You smell nice” for Hawke and Isabela.

First kiss for Hawke and Isabela.

A moment’s respite for Hawke and Isabela.

“Is it possible to love too much?” for Hawke and Isabela.

Blooming Rose and first “I love you” for Hawke and Isabela.

Roleplay, sex toys, and Blooming Rose for Hawke and Isabela. NSFW.

“May I have this dance?” for Hawke and Isabela.

Neck tie adjusting for Hawke and Isabela.

“Your date was a bust, but I think you’re cute” for Hawke and Isabela.

All Hearts Day: Hawke & Isabela

Inquisitor

Asha Trevelyan. Rogue assassin. Romanced Cullen. Antivan.

Fic: Her canon story is still being worked on, but she’s the star of my sex dream AU “Into the Valley of Dreams (now complete) which gets five scarves fluttered in shock out of five (if I do say so myself). Also on AO3.

Drabbles & Prompts:

Happy Halloween.

How Asha deals with an “inappropriate yet tempting proposal from a rather dashing-looking noble.”

“Kisses because I don’t want you to go and maybe I can convince you to stay just a few minutes longer.” for Asha and Cullen.

NSFW - doggy style in the War Room for Asha and Cullen.

NSFW - oral sex in the stables for Asha and Cullen.

NSFW - in front of a mirror for Asha and Cullen.

NSFW - beneath the stars, sex still clothed for Asha and Cullen.

“A fairytale with a happy ending always beings a smile to my face.” for Asha and Cullen

“A fluff chapter” for Into the Valley of Dreams. Really just Asha and Cullen playing chess in the gardens while the UST tries to kill them both.

Self-Indulgence AU

My second universe is what I’ve been calling my self-indulgence AU. It started pretty simply; I just decided I wanted to make myself in Inquisition’s CC. I made a little backstory for my character. And then I sat down and started writing and ended up with a 25 chapter fic. I like to think I’ve inspired several other people to write their own self-indulgence AUs. It really is a lot of fun, and it’s a good exercise to write DA stories from someone other than the Inquisitor.

Warden

Sophie Amell. I actually made Sophie long before I started this self-indulgence AU, but she fit in perfectly with the theme. She’s a battlemage from the Fereldan Circle who romanced Alistair, but after he became king, they broke up and she ended up in Amaranthine just in time to romance Anders and Nathaniel.

I affectionately call her fic “Sophie fucks her way across Ferelden” because she has four canon romances, all men I’d let into my pants in real life.

According to DA lore, this branch of the Amell family had four children, all mages. I discuss Sophie’s siblings (including pictures of each of them) in this post.

Fic: She has an older story that I wrote for DA polyamory week 2016, which you can also read on AO3. I’m also working on her main story The Life and Times of Sophie Amell, which you can read on tumblr or on AO3.

Drabbles & Prompts:

“I’m really drunk, please help me.” for Sophie and Anders.

“This is probably a bad time, but marry me?” for Sophie and Nathaniel Howe

“Hope we don’t get caught kiss” for Sophie and Cullen (pre-Blight).

“I know it’s three in the morning but I can’t find my cat” for Sophie and Anders, starring Ser Pounce.

All Hearts Day: Sophie & Nathaniel

“Fight me, you attractive stranger.” Nathaniel and Sophie.

Drabbles & Prompts involving Inquisitor Sophie Amell (otherwise known as Sophie as Inquisitor):

“Great. Perfect. Nice. Fuck this.”

“Pipe the fuck down, asshole.”

Hawke

Gavin Hawke. A storm mage. Romanced Fenris. Somehow became friends with Cullen before fleeing Kirkwall.

Drabbles & Prompts:

A reunion kiss for Hawke and Fenris.

Inquisitor

Nora Lavellan. Rift mage. Romanced Solas. Ran off with him at the end of my fic The Fire and the Flood.

Fic: Nora has her own short, four-chapter fic that goes along with Fire called In My Blood.

Drabbles & Prompts:

A stolen kiss for Solas and Nora.

Waiting impatiently for something for Solas and Nora.

NSFW - in ruins, dom/sub for Solas and Nora.

NSFW - rookery, doggy style for Solas and Nora.

NSFW - library rotunda + breath play for Solas and Nora.

“May I have this dance?” for Solas and Nora.

One falling asleep with their head in the other’s lap for Solas and Nora.

“Gingerbread” for Solas and Nora.

NSFW - where they can be overheard for Solas and Nora.

Mutual pining for Solas and Nora.

“You’re such a tease!” for Solas and Nora.

Accidentally sleeping in for Solas and Nora.

A love bite and a massage for Solas and Nora.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” for Solas and Nora.

Heavy kissing in a garden for Solas and Nora.

The way I said I love you: In a Letter

The way you said I love you: in awe, the first time you realized it for Nora and Solas.

Freckle dusted shoulders in the soft glow of veilfire.

OFCs

The real stars of my self-indulgence AU are my original female characters. There are two main ones, Rose and Ceri, and a new addition, Nis.

Rose Wedgwood. Storm mage, spirit healer specialty. She was in the Fereldan Circle when it fell during the Blight, but she survived up in the Harrowing chamber as blood mages slew almost everyone else. She had a huge crush on Cullen before the Blight, but his actions directly after the Circle was saved by Warden Amell made her afraid of him. When she runs into him again in Haven where she’s working for the Inquisition, they have to navigate old feelings and old fears.

Fic: Rose’s main fic is my longest yet, The Fire and the Flood. I’m also kind of working on a modern AU for her, where she’s a researcher at the CDC.

Drabbles & Prompts:

One falling asleep with their head in the other’s lap for Rose and Cullen.

Fireplace for Cullen and Rose.

Mistletoe for Cullen and Rose.

Caroling for Cullen and Rose (modern AU).

“Person A gets way too drunk at the tavern and makes an ass of themselves in front of person B” for Rose and Cullen.

“Did you just… finish?” for Rose and Cullen.

“You weren’t supposed to laugh! I’m so embarrassed.” for Rose and Cullen.

Holding hands for Rose and Cullen.

Sharing a bath/swim for Rose and Cullen.

“Imagine person A of your otp is waiting at a restaurant for their date and is obviously being stood up and person B notices this, just before person A gets sick of waiting and gets up to leave person B sits with them, and even though they aren’t who person A was waiting for they end up having a lot of fun and hooking up.” for Rose and Cullen (modern AU).

“Imagine person A of your OTP coming home from the gym all sweaty. Person B sees this and instantly gets turned on.” for Rose and Cullen.

“I just want you to be happy” for Aurora and Rose.

Cullen consoling Rose after a nightmare.

“Are you jealous?” for Rose and Cullen.

All Hearts Day: Rose & Cullen

“Let’s just kiss already!

"We’re actually being kind of silly for once” kiss

“You’re safe now. I’ve got you.”

Ceri Adaar. Ceri is an unusual character as she’s a Vashoth who was orphaned very young and was taken to a Circle. They didn’t realize she was a Vashoth at first, they just knew she had ice magic. She had a hard childhood growing up in the Ostwick Circle, made more bearable when she met her templar lover, Eva. When Eva died during the rebellions, Ceri set off on her own across Thedas. She joined up with a merc company for a while before ending up in Haven as another healer. She romances Rylen.

Drabbles & Prompts:

“Your date was a bust, but I think you’re cute. Want to hang out?” for Ceri and Rylen.

Slow dancing for Ceri and Rylen.

“Ignore me; I didn’t see anything” for Ceri and Rylen (guest starring Rose and Cullen).

Pregnant Ceri.

More pregnant Ceri.

All Hearts Day: Ceri & Rylen

Linise “Nis” Tillahnnen. Dual-weilding tempest. Another unusual character, as I’ve written her both as the Inquisitor and as a part of the self-indulgence AU.

As the Inquisitor, (which is NOT her canon) Nis volunteered to take her sister’s place in the Conclave. Her sister, the clan First, was a few months pregnant and Nis wanted to keep her safe. Even after she wakes with the anchor, she’s still thankful that her sister is alive and well, and that her little nephew was born healthy.

As a member of the self-indulgence AU, Nis has a darker story. She’s a Dalish hunter who was away from her clan when slavers attacked. Those the slavers didn’t take, they killed and burned. She tracks the slavers, but loses them when they board a ship in the dead of night. When she returns to the place her clan was lost, she sees the Chargers and tries to defend her home from them before she knows who they are.

Bull invites her to join the Chargers, and she does. The rest, as they say, is history.

Inquisitor or not, she romances Krem.

Drabbles & Prompts:

The way you said I love you: “Too quick, mumbled into your scar.” Inquisitor.

The way you said I love you: “Over and over again, til it’s nothing but senseless babble.” Inquisitor.

“I either want to kiss you or kill you right now.” Inquisitor.

Literally anything with Krem. Raunchy if you’re comfortable with it.

Face riding KremQuisitor. NSFW. Inquisitor.

“A kiss we had to wait for.” Inquisitor.

“I don’t have the words right now, so here’s a kiss.” Inquisitor.

“You know damn well why things are the way they are.” Inquisitor.

A sexy touch in a not necessarily sexy place. Inquisitor.

“Krem teaching [Nis] how to read.” Canon.

“I see the way you look at me when you think I’m not looking.” Canon.

Krem approves +9000. Canon.