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theluckywizard · 9 months ago

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Get to Know the Fic Writer

Thank you for the tag @leggywillow 🥰 Gosh I think I did this last year? Things have changed a bit!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 463,350

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

In the Shattering of Things (Cullen x f!Trevelyan, Hawke x f!Trevelyan) 141

The Boy Who Talked Too Much (Alistair x f!Cousland) 67

Some Kind of Witchcraft (Cullen x f!Trevelyan) 59

Unvarnished (Blackwall x f!Trevelyan) 57

The Protestations of the Commander's Bed (Cullen x f!Trevelyan) 46

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Always! Oh man alwayyyys. I am so grateful for anyone who takes that extra moment to share something they liked or a thought that popped into their head. Truly. It's a special kind of reader that leaves comments. They really are the fuel that keep me going! Especially on my long fic I feel like I'm getting to know some of my readers and I love the discussions I've gotten into about my blorbo and her interactions with canon characters. OR just canon characters!

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Probably Fractures. I wrote it especially for Whumptober and in it Cullen's obsession with Samson led to a throwdown in Emprise that nearly left him dead and Rose is understandably at her wits end with him. They have 'make up sex' that does nothing to resolve any of the feelings of betrayal and abandonment and anger that Rose feels.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Probably The Commander, the Tevinter, and a Bottle of Lightning a Cullen & Dorian, Cullen POV fic where Cullen's romance with Rose Trevelyan seems to finally be coming to a head at long last.

7. Do you write crossovers?

Not yet! Probably won't though.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

The closest is maybe vocal dislike of an original character. He's a competing love interest though, so I get it. People have their preferences and want to nudge me a certain way.

9. Do you write smut?

LOLLLL yes. 4 of my top 5 above are explicitly smuts and my long fic has 4 at this point. My friend @nirikeehan says "be the smut you wish to see in the world" so I try to write joyful, consensual, authentic feeling smuts that also capture the awkwardness/silliness/normality of sex. My hope is that someone reading it who isn't quite experienced with this stuff gets to see a really positive, realistic portrayal.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not yet!

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

I can't show my whole ass in the midst of a multiship long fic, so I will keep quiet on this one 🤐

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

A Splinter of Light (my Rose and Dorian get stranded in the future during In Hushed Whispers Nightmare!AU fic)

15. What are your writing strengths?

Believable dialogue and banter, authentically drawn characters readers can root for, lively descriptions

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

PLOT. It's just always been a struggle for me. World building too. LISTEN. There's a reason I'm writing fan fic LOL. Though I recently got Scapple (from the Scrivener makers) and it has been a game changer! I'm using it for my long fic and my other major WIP Kiss Me Moonstruck right now.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I've done it for a few select lines during Wicked Eyes Wicked Hearts, mostly to underscore how bad Hawke is at speaking Orlesian. But generally I will just note when a character is speaking in a new language.

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Dragon Age! I stumbled into it a smidge over a year ago (after playing for 9ish years) and love it so much!

19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

Cullen/Bethany Hawke

20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Oh man, barring my long fic which is my baby and still in progress it would probably have to be my new Cullen POV fic Thirst that digs into the lead up to his crisis during the Perseverance quest. But Kiss Me Moonstruck is my Hawke x f!Trevelyan MatchmakingMoms!AU WIP set during DA2, Act 2 and mannnn nothing makes me smile and laugh like this fic. I can't wait to publish it!

Tagging @delicatefade, @bluewren, @samseabxrn, @rowanisawriter, @greypetrel, @nirikeehan, @spicywarl0ck, @monocytogenes

#theluckywizard #tag game

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rd0265667 · 1 year ago

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Seeun x Reader:Deadshot

A/N: this is an AU, so some parts of Seeun's debut and career are tweaked to make things a tad more realistic

Permanent Taglist: @cwpiqwon@justme-idle

The world was not what it seemed, with an underworld whose roots spread further than that of Yggdrasil. The criminal underworld was a treacherous one, but one that Seeun had no choice to adapt to, seeing as how she was picked up from the streets by them, a street urchin on the brink of death, resuscitated, and molded into a weapon, only to be granted freedom from under Yggdrasil once her "debt" was paid. Seeun was trained day and night, in a course that could only be summarised as the most efficient ways to incapacitate and kill someone, training in Martial arts like Sambo, Akido, Judo, Brazillian Jiu Jitsu, as well as Krav Maga. Not only that, Seeun was turned into a weapons expert, guns, Melee weapons, give Seeun a Number 2 Pencil and she'd drop bodies. With that, Seeun worked her way up the branches of Yggdrasil, becoming one of their top enforcers with deadly aim, earning her the moniker, Deadshot.

None of this was by choice of course, Seeun hated what she did. She valued human life, and while some of the people she put down were horrible people, people who deserved worse than a bullet to the head, not all of them were. Some were just in the wrong place in the wrong time, or offended the wrong person. Every time Seeun pulled a trigger, or snapped a neck, a little part of her soul died, only one thing kept her soul intact. You. Like her, you were dragged in from the streets, like her, an orphan, with no one who would miss you. Though you and Seeun were approximately the same age, you were found from the streets later than she was, making you less experienced than her. Seeing you struggle with the training as she once did, Seeun took you under her wing, helping train you, and to Seeun's surprise, gaining an unlikely friend, in the worst of places.

"I heard that Cain is sending us on a mission soon. Some crazy guy roided up with the wrong juice, makes him impervious to pain. It's gonna be tough." Seeun said as the two of you sparred, kali sticks in hand as you circled each other. "Sounds like fun." You smirked, suddenly changing your pace, catching Seeun off guard, knocking her onto the ground "Told you Sseni, You might be better with a gun, but I'm better at hand to hand combat." You chuckled, offering your hand to Seeun, helping her up as she rolled her eyes. "That was just luck, I'll kick your ass next time." Seeun said as she lightly shoved you, her head bolting to the left as the entrance to the training room opened, a messenger appearing. "Cain requires your presence in the main hall now." The two of you shared a smile, before nodding and following the messenger. "Deadshot, Hawke. I believe you've heard what this mission will entail, here's an official brief. Your target goes by the name Samson, and he operates out of a Warehouse by the docks. Locate him and take him. Alive. That is all." Never one to waste words, Cain swiftly briefed the two agents on the mission, the two nodding as they turned to leave. "Deadshot, stay, I have need of you." Seeun turned to Y/N, nodding to you as you left the room. "What." "As the person who trained you since we found you, I have grown a soft spot for you, so I give this advice to you. Whatever feelings you have for Y/N, lose it, kill it." Seeun wore a mask of indifference, but she was trying her best to hold together her slipping facade. Somewhere, sometime during a mission, or training, Seeun found herself falling in love with you. Your laugh, your smile, your way of holding her together, Seeun found her love in a life of death and pain, the silver lining in the sea of red. "I don't know what you're talking about." Seeun coldly replied, staring Cain dead in the eye as he chuckled. "Say whatever you want kid. I did you a favour, checked in with the Elders, this will be your last mission, then you're free. You won't be seeing Y/N anymore after this." Cain shot Seeun a small smile, Seeun recoiling in shock, but nodded. "Before you go, take it from someone who's been here far too long. For people like us, Love is like a bullet to the brain."

"Sseni, you feeling alright? You've been oddly silent this whole ride." You asked, your eyes not leaving the knife you twirled in your hand as you ran a cloth over it. "This is going to be my last mission." Seeun blurted out, unable to keep the secret to herself while her mind was deep in thought on her conversation with Cain. On the one hand, Seeun was glad to be done with this life, the killing, the missions, but on the other hand, Seeun would never see you again. Until the elders set you free, but who knows how long that would take? "Oh, that's great Sseun! You get to go live that life you've always wanted to!" You excitedly cheer, finally sheathing your knife, jumping towards Seeun and throwing her into a hug. "Yeh." Was all Seeun could mutter, because somewhere along the way, the life that Seeun wanted to live would not be one she wanted at all, if you weren't in it. "Deadshot, Hawke, 2 minutes out." The driver said, pounding on the wall between his seat and the two of you nodded, Seeun brandished her modified assault rifle and you primed your electric bites, hopping off the van, then getting to high ground, surveying the warehouse. Seeun flicked her infrared goggles down, surveying the warehouse. "Target is with 4 of his men, lightly armed, Hawke, head to Breach Point Alpha, then enter on my signal. Take down the men, then take on Samson, I'll cover you then join." You nodded, bolting to the other exposed window, waiting for Seeun's nod, then jumping in, shooting 2 electric bites at the men, stunning them while they convulsed, allowing you to easily knock them down, other two falling to the ground, Seeun's marksmanship showing itself. "I didn't expect Yggdrasil here so soon." Samson said with a smug smile. Jumping towards him, you shot a bite at him, but he chuckled shrugging it off. Redoubling your efforts, you charged at Samson, drop kicking him, then flicking a flechette at him, which stabbed him in the shoulder, but it seemed to have no effect on him. "Didn't your beloved elders brief you, I don't feel pain anymore, and he who doesn't feel pain, can't be beat." He proclaimed with his arms out, before bum rushing you, his speed astonished you as you only barely got out of his way, his shoulder grazing you and sending you back a few feet. Brushing it off, you charged at Samson, engaging in a fierce duel as you dodged, parried and weaved, trying to find a weak spot, but none presented itself, and you soon found yourself on the ground. "Deadshot, I can't get a hit on this guy, he just keeps getting up." You shouted into the comms "Hold him down, I need a clean shot." Seeun said, you followed her as you saw the glare from her scope "Negative Deadshot, we need him alive." "Hold him down Hawke, trust me." Nodding, you lunged at Samson once again, but instead of going for his body, you went for his joints, grappling around him, eventually holding him in a lock. Holding Samson in place, you saw 4 quick flashes, seeing Samson's limbs light up, blood splattering, and you suddenly felt less resistance. Letting go of Samson, his body dropped to the ground, struggling but unable to get up. "What did you do?" You asked in the comms, Seeun grappling down to you. "Just because he can't feel his tendons being torn, doesn't mean he doesn't need them. Let's get him to the van Hawke." Seeun smirked, helping you as you restrained Samson, depositing him in the van

The day went by in a blur. After taking Samson down, you delivered him to the elders, then helped Seeun pack. It was a tearful goodbye to say the least, in her time in Yggdrasil, in her time of knowing you, Seeun always wanted so badly to tell you how she felt. Seeun's heartbeat wouldn't quicken when entering a room full of deathtraps, but it would do somersaults when she looked at you. As the two of you sat in her room, she wanted so very much to tell you everything, how she felt about you. "Sseni, you okay? You look constipated. It's actually kinda funny." You giggled as you looked as Seeun's face, Seeun rolling her eyes as she motioned for you to sit beside her. "I need to tell you something Y/N." Seeun said, putting her hand on your shoulder. You hummed, sitting next to her and laying on her shoulder, which did not help Seeun. "Umm, so I wanted to tell you, that we've known each other for so long, and I think we've spent alot of time together, and we're close, an-" Seeun tried to talk, but she choked on every word she tried, and you giggled at her antics "Calm down Sseni, breathe." You put your hand on her shoulder, trying to calm her down, though it backfired in a spectacular fashion. This was it, Seeun knew she wouldn't be able to do it if she tried to do it slowly. "I think I'm in love with you." Seeun quickly blurted out, and you tensed up on her shoulder You slowly got up from her, turning to her with a serious look on your face, a face Seeun had only seen when the two of you were on missions. "I guess I knew." You whispered. On a certain level, you always knew. It was in your training to know what was happening everywhere around you, so it was hard to miss Seeun's glances when she would stare at you when you trained, or her shortened breaths when you leaned on her shoulder. "I'm sorry Sseni, but I don't think I can do this." You whispered. "Does that mean you don't feel the same way?" Seeun closed her eyes, turning away, not willing to bear what came next. "No, it doesn't mean that, but...I can't do it while I'm still in this...place. Once I'm free, we'll have this conversation alright?" You turned, leaving a light kiss on her forehead. "I'll wait for you." Seeun whispered as you left the room "See you soon Sseni."

As Seeun left Yggdrasil, she was stopped by Cain, who pulled Seeun aside. "The elders would like to thank you for your service all these years. You have been one of our finest agents since Penumbra. And for that, they've allowed me to extend you a courtesy." Cain handed Seeun a phone, and on it she saw one contact. Cain's "I know you're stubborn, you and Hawke will most likely not let this go. I'll keep you posted on Hawke. Now go, live a life, a good one. Good luck kid." Seeun nodded, thanking Cain before heading out of the base.

"Thank you so much!" Seeun excitedly replied, before hanging up and squealing, excited to hear that her application into High Up Entertainment was excited. As she was lying down on her bed, excited about finally being able to be an idol, a career she had always been interested in, her burner chimed. "Hawke's been doing well, she's risen to the top of Yggdrasil. She should be out soon." Things couldn't get better, Seeun was ecstatic as not only was she achieving a sense of normalcy, you were going to be free soon, and the two of you could live together, the plan was perfect.

"Seeun, how are you not exhausted?" Isa exclaimed as Seeun shrugged, chuckling as Isa nudged her on the shoulder, other trainees looking at Seeun in shock, murmuring and questioning how she was not tired after hours on hours of practice and training. "Seeun-unnie, your special phone rang!" Yoon exclaimed as she ran to Seeun, phone in hand. "Thank you Ja Yun." Seeun excitedly jumped up, opening the messages "There's chatter amongst the elders of an upcoming mission being Hawke's last, data retrieval then assassination of Kim Chaewon." Seeun was conflicted. On the one hand, she knew who Kim Chaewon was. She was a Chaebol, but worked for the good of the people. She was a philanthropist, who took care of the poor, and to assassinate her, it would be a crime, a sin. But on the other hand, this meant she could be with Y/N. Finally, after 2 years of waiting. She could hardly wait

"Okay girls, great work today, have a good rest, the company should be sending someone over to pick us up." Sumin talked to the girls, pulling Yeeun in as the exhausted girl leaned on the leader. Seeun tossed a bottle of water to Sieun, chuckling as she watched her chug the entire bottle. Resting on her chair, Seeun's phone chimed, could it finally be time? "Hawke's been stalling her mission. The elders suspect foul play, or a change of heart. For both your sakes, I hope that Hawke completes her mission with haste." Seeun gripped the phone tightly, wishing from the bottom of her heart that the elders were wrong. From the back of her pocket, Seeun took out a picture, one she had taken after sending a PI after Chaewon. "Woah, who's that!" Isa exclaimed as she rushed to Seeun's side. "Just someone I know." Seeun answered, eyes trained on the picture "She's cute." Isa commented, raising her hands up in surrender when Seeun shot her a dirty look. "You're not wrong." Seeun chuckled, looking forlornly at the picture in her hand. "Why haven't you asked her out yet?" Isa teased, nudging Seeun on the shoulder, a sense of sadness washing over Seeun. "There's certain restrictions for now, but soon, I'll ask her out soon. Don't you worry about it Chae." "You've got to introduce us, alright?" Isa asked, small smile on her face, happy to know her friend had someone special. "Of course."

"I need to go, now!" Seeun shouted, her eyes locked on her phone in fear as she called for Sumin. "Unnie, I need to leave, it's an emergency." "Wha- Seeun, we have a performance soon, the manager won't let you leave." Sumin looked at Seeun in confusion, partly worried about what had her friend so spooked "Please." Seeun pleaded, and Sumin finally relented. Seeun nodded, sprinting out of the room as she headed back to headquarters, running into her old mentor and handler. "Deadshot, you can't be here." Cain warned, knowing what Seeun had come back for. "I need to talk to the elders, please." Seeun pleaded with Cain, panic bubbling in her chest. "Seeun, are you sure you want to do this. The elders aren't people you want to owe." Cain warned, unwilling to see someone he had grown to care for throw herself into such a dangerous situation. "Please, Cain." Seeun asked once again. After deep thought, Cain nodded, making a call on his phone, then leading Seeun down the hallway. Seeun entered the room to see 4 people, sat behind a table as they stared her down. "Elders, I'm here to plead for leniency for Hawke." Seeun said, bowing down at the 4 figures. "Hawke has betrayed us, and forsaken her mission because she fell in love with her target. She has put Yggdrasil at risk, she must be put down." One of the figures spoke, causing Seeun to panic. "There has to be a way to pardon her. Both Hawke and I have done so much for Yggdrasil." "You have, but that does not change the fact that insubordination must be punished." In her desperation, Seeun proposed a compromise. "I'll do it! I'll finish Hawke's mission, then we'll leave, Yggdrasil will not be in danger. I'm one of the best agents in the history of Yggdrasil, putting me on this mission is as close to a surefire as you're gonna get." Hearing this proposal, the first elder raised an eyebrow, seemingly intrigued by the propostion. "You got out Deadshot. You have a life now, as a celebrity I believe. Doing this will jeopardise your life. Do you understand the risks?" The elder questioned, Seeun nodding. She'd do anything to get Y/N out of danger. The 4 elders looked to each other, murmuring and discussing, before finally nodding. "The elders accept your proposal, Hawke will be spared and released, contingent on the elimination of Kim Chaewon." "Thank you."

"Ms Kim will be making a public appearance in 2 days. Be warned though, Hawke knows that the company will not cease in their assault on Ms Kim, and she knows how our agents operate, so there will be tons of security. Good luck Deadshot." Cain gave a quick brief, rolling a map across the table and leaving Seeun a key. Grabbing the key, Seeun turned, opening the drawers behind her, retrieving her modified assault rifle, the weapon of her torment, but just one more time. This was all just for one more time. "This is going to be a mistake. Do you really think Hawke will go with you after you kill her lover in cold blood?" Cain questioned, looking at Seeun in pity. "I have to, I'm doing this to keep her alive." Seeun whispered.

The sickening crunch and crack of bones filled the empty room, the body of security hired to protect the event Chaewon was hosting collided with the wall, then collapsing onto the ground. Seeun quickly found a perch offering her an eyeline to the podium, setting up her rifle bipod, proning to get a good eyeline on Chaewon. After minutes of waiting, Chaewon finally emerged from the building, shadowed by you as you looked around carefully. Seeing you, Seeun froze. She hadn't seen you in 3 years, and you hadn't changed one bit. You still looked every bit as radiant as the day Seeun left. Seeun quickly shook it off, refocusing as she scoped in onto Chaewon. Seeun took a deep breath, her scope trained onto Chaewon, then pulled the trigger.

The world came crashing down around her, widespread panic ensued, as medics crowded around the fallen body, cries of despair filling the area, and Seeun fell back in shock. How did this happen? No. No. No. This was not supposed to happen. You weren't supposed to see the glare, you weren't supposed to know someone else had a sniper to Chaewon. You weren't supposed to be fast enough. You saw the glare, and immediately recognised what it was, charging at Chaewon to get her down, and out of the sniper's view. But it all happened too late. Chaewon was safe, but on top of her, laid your limp body, blood spurting from your neck as Chaewon screamed. From her rooftop, Seeun fell back in shock, panic and despair filling her body as she stared at her mess, the consequences of her actions dawning upon her, your lifeless body being the only thing Seeun could see, letting out a scream of pure agony. Seeun then felt a searing pain in her abdomen, her scream alerting other members of security to her position, and they swiftly took her down. But Seeun didn't care. What was the point of life if you weren't in hers? Seeun didn't want to live without you. As she laid on the rooftop, breathing laboured and raggedy, she realised that Cain was right. About you, and about her.

For people like you and Seeun, Love was like a bullet to the brain

#angst #rd0265667 #seeun #seeun x reader #yoon seeun x reader #stayc x reader #stayc seeun #seeun fanfic #yoon seeun fanfic #stayc yoon seeun fanfic #stayc fanfic

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countdowntotwinpeaks · 11 months ago

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WONDERFULXSTRANGE NOMINATIONS SUMMARY

Nominations make up the pool of all the characters and character combos that will be offerable and requestable for the 2024 edition of the exchange. Cast list too big for TP gotdamn feet so we need this step for wieldy signups.

To nominate, fill this form with your selection of up to 8 characters or character combos. Up to 2 of your nominations can be crossovers that include Twin Peaks characters. Tulpas and assorted fragments are nominated separately. Rules, formatting and examples in link.

This page is updated with the results throughout the nominations days.

Entries are grouped by solo characters / groups / non-romantic relationships / romantic relationships / crossovers

2024 LIST:

Dale Cooper

Laura Palmer

Chester Desmond

Diane Evans

Denise Bryson

Hawk

Norma Jennings

Annie Blackburn

Harold Smith

Josie Packard

Albert Rosenfield

Sarah Palmer

Ronette Pulaski

Shelly Johnson

The Log

The thrush

Constance Talbot

Tammy Preston

The Blue Rose task force

Laura Palmer & Dale Cooper

Tammy Preston & Denise Bryson

Audrey Horne & Laura Palmer

Dale Cooper & Audrey Horne

Gordon Cole & Albert Rosenfield

Laura Palmer & Maddie Ferguson

Major Briggs&Bobby Briggs

ShellyJohnson&Becky McCauley Briggs

Diane Shapiro & Diane Evans

Sarah Palmer & Becky Burnett

Dale Cooper & Harry Truman

Audrey Horne & Denise Bryson

Annie Blackburn & Laura Palmer

Albert Rosenfield & Diane Evans

Garland Briggs & Douglas Milford

Donna Hayward & Harold Smith

Laura Palmer & Sarah Palmer

Tommy 'Hawk' Hill & Margaret Lanterman

Audrey Horne & Bobby Briggs

Audrey Horne & Pete Martell

Laura Palmer & Teresa Banks

Laura Palmer & Norma Jennings

Norma Jennings & Annie Blackburn

Audrey Horne & Laura Palmer

Margaret Lanterman & The Log

Laura Palmer & Bobby Briggs

Albert Rosenfield & Dale Cooper

Dale Cooper & Diane Evans

Lucy Moran & Phillip Jeffries

Diane Evans & Laura Palmer

Lil the Dancer & Audrey Horne

American Girl & Señorita Dido

Wally Brando & Harry Truman

Harry Truman & Frank Truman

Señorita Dido & Dale Cooper & Laura Palmer

Laura Palmer & Donna Hayward & James Hurley & Audrey Horne & Bobby Briggs

Harry Truman & Wally Brando & Lucy Moran & Andy Brennan

Laura Palmer & Donna Hayward & Shelly Johnson & Ronette Pulaski

Becky Burnett & Shelly Johnson & Bobby Briggs

Laura Palmer & Teresa Banks & Ronette Pulaski

Donna Hayward & Gersten Hayward & Harriet Hayward

Albert Rosenfield & Dale Cooper & Harry Truman

Bobby Briggs & the Bookhouse Boys

Blue Rose Team & Constance Talbot

the Roadhouse MC & Black Lodge spirits

Laura Palmer/Donna Hayward

Denise Bryson/Dale Cooper

Albert Rosenfield/Dale Cooper

Bobby Briggs/Audrey Horne

Bobby Briggs/Shelly Johnson

Bobby Briggs/Laura Palmer

Janey-E Jones/Dougie Jones

Diane Shapiro/Tommy "Hawk" Hill

Dale Cooper/Harry Truman

Harry Truman/Albert Rosenfield

Maddie Ferguson/Donna Hayward

Chantal Hutchens/Gary "Hutch" Hutchens

Laura Palmer/Donna Hayward

Laura Palmer/Ronette Pulaski

Shelly Johnson/Laura Palmer

Annie Blackburn/Laura Palmer

Margaret Lanterman/Samson Lanterman

Tammy Preston/Cynthia Knox

Dale Cooper/Albert Rosenfield/Harry Truman

Albert Rosenfield/Dale Cooper/Diane Evans

Harry Truman/Dale Cooper/Josie Packard

Josie Packard & Harry Truman/Dale Cooper

Laura Palmer/Ronette Pulaski & Teresa Banks

Albert Rosenfield & Herbert West (Re-Animator)

Laura Palmer & Jeffrey Beaumont (Blue Velvet)

Dale Cooper & Fox Mulder (The X-Files)/Dana Scully (The X-Files)

Diane Evans & Klaasje Amandou (Disco Elysium)

Dale Cooper & Harry Du Bois (Disco Elysium)

Wally Brando & Noid (Disco Elysium)

If you see any duplicates please let me know!

#mod post #over here and not on a blog page for the sake of mobile viewing and also my own mobile editing

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nirikeehan · 1 year ago

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first lines

rules: share the first line of your last ten published works or as many as you are able to and see if there are any patterns!

I got tagged by @rowanisawriter! Thank you for the tag, this is always a delight to do.

IDK if recently updated fics technically count but I'mma do it anyway bc I am lazy.

Upon reviewing them: I really love starting out with a setting detail. I'm gonna blame Inquisition for being fucking gorgeous for that one. Also I am impressed only two start out with dialogue – so often that has been my go-to way to start a scene lol. I am most impressed with the lines that put you right into the action... I should maybe work on doing that more.

Tagging, if interested: @theluckywizard | @oxygenforthewicked | @exalted-dawn-drabbles | @melisusthewee | @bluewren

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These are all Dragon Age btw, the brainrot that keeps on going since 2020

Kingdom Come; Thalia x Thom Rainier

He has imagined her return a thousand times and a thousand times more.

2. Two Songs; Truth, Sadness, Sacrifice; Cullen & Samson

“Staring at the cards all night won’t change ‘em, kid,” Samson said.

3. World-Weary Assholes; Garrett Hawke & Thalia

“Where did that damned Inquisitor go?” Hawke asked Varric.

4. The Wingman at Griffon Wing; Rylen & Thalia

The blazing sun hung low on the horizon, washing the forbidding landscape in hues of blood red.

5. The Greater Good; Cullen & Samson

Cullen stood in the Gallows courtyard, sweating into his armor.

6. Desert, Dragon, Soldier, Spy; Rylen x non-Inquisitor OC (exchange fic)

His first impression of her is a flash of white in a sea of orange.

7. But Never a Key; Cullen x Thalia, Cullen & Pravin

The Hinterlands were ablaze with autumn color.

8. An Unquenchable Flame; Cullen x Thalia, Cullen & Pravin

The wind howls through the night.

9. Things my heart used to know (things it yearns to remember); Cullen x Neria Surana Lavellan (exchange fic)

The argument in Josephine’s office was significant, from the sound of it.

10. Through a Glass, Darkly; Cullen x Thalia, Samson x Thalia

The sky hung low like a threat.

#first lines game #writing nonsense

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v-arbellanaris · 2 years ago

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I'm also gonna ask for Hawke/Samson for the ship bingo. v_v I can't not.

i'll be honest here. i'm very easy. i think most ships can work, with enough elbow grease and lube. hope that helps x

#asks

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whereismywarden · 3 months ago

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I was tagged by @uchidachi to do the WIP ask game. Thank you!

Ngl, I had forgotten about the existence of half of these and most of them will never see the light of day, but this was a fun little trip down my extensive WIP folder :)

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

Elle & Seb's Guide to Avoiding Marriage

In the Soul of the Holy Man

Second Chances Redux

Cullen x Asaara sex scene

Lothering AU: Leandra & Violette

Lothering AU: Ana + Carver Kiss

Samson & Ana AU: 1

Samson & Ana AU: Sword Practice

Dark AU

Car back to Ferelden

Ana+Car Ostagar

Ostagar (v.2.0)

Ana+Car Tale of the Champ

Birthday

Calling

Confession

Injury (Ana+Car & And)

Please, stay

Scars

The Dawn of a New Age

Tales of the Warden

Ana & Anders Vigil's Keep nightmare

Ana+Al tent

Ana's Calling

Calling all my friends

InqCar+Ana Skyhold

Last Prayers

Post-partum

Surana meets Orsino

SuranaAnders02

Templar & Warden chap 2

Wardens Bet

Ana MotA Banter

Hard in Hightown: Chapter ??? - Ana vers

C&A first meeting + N birth

Document sans titre

The Last Straw

1T&B - chap 3

Lumières

Violette x Samson

Haw+And Betrayal

Hawke out of the Fade

Rylhawke - back

Rylhawke - Tale

Not gonna tag anyone because, well, have you seen the number of WIPs I have!? (and I'm pretty sure I've forgotten some because I'm terrible at organising stuff!) But if anyone is interested, have fun!

#ask game #writing #'i don't have a favourite oc' i say as i stare blankly at my 30+ ana centric wips

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pikapeppa · 4 years ago

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WIP/Six Sentence Sunday

afkgjhl it warms my hort to see so many of you guys active today!!! 😍❤ Tagged by @elveny @ashalle-art @johaeryslavellan @solas-disapproves @crackinglamb @in-arlathan @faerieavalon @musetta3!

I have a couple things I can share this week. First, some Athera/Abelas fluff from Inadvisable (modern university AU with the Ancient Elvhen Boyband):

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Abelas {harrumph}ed. “I don’t understand this universal preference for texting among your generation.”

Athera blurted a laugh. Her generation! He made himself sound so old!

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“Texting takes more time than talking on the phone,” he complained. “And it requires you to use both hands. It is far less efficient than talking.”

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I mean, he’s not wrong, but THAT’S NOT THE POINT, GRANDPAPPY ABBY.

And some fluff from a little upcoming Roman Hawke/Samson for my beloved @schoute:

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Roman was lounging on the couch in front of the fire. Her music stand in the corner had some sheet music open, however, and her violin case was open on the floor.

Samson quirked an eyebrows as he approached the couch. “Playing your fiddle, were you?”

“No,” she muttered.

He chuckled. “Don’t stop on my account. You should play somethin’ for me.” He patted her leg, and she curled her legs up so he could sit down beside her.

“Not a fucking chance,” she said flatly. “I’m not a performing monkey.”

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Such a bundle of sweetness and light, she is. 😂😂❤❤

Tagging back to all the lovelies who tagged me, and sending it forward to @charlatron @mythicaitt @pushingsian @hollyand-writes @mrscullensrutherford @serial-chillr @queen-kass-the-writer @thevikingwoman @galadrieljones @cartadwarfwithaheartofgold @lostinfantasies38 @fandomn00blr @hobo-apostate and anyone else who wants to participate!

#fanfic writer's life #tag meme #abelas #abelas/lavellan #abelas x lavellan #abellan #inadvisable #samson #raleigh samson #samson da2 #romanson #samson/hawke #samson x hawke #pikapeppa writes

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charlatron · 4 years ago

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Willful Avoidance

Roman Hawke x Raleigh Samson

Not thank you to @schoute for sending me to rare-pair hell!

After reading [a series of one-shots] by @schoute & @pikapeppa featuring Scouty’s mysterious blood mage Roman Hawke and the once undesirable Raleigh Samson, I was immediately inspired to take the rare-pair out for a test drive (with Schoute’s permission of course).

1K of smut below the cut, or read it on [AO3]

Warning: NSFW!

“Stop looking at me,” Roman glowered at the ex-templar beneath her, nostrils flaring as she exhaled in annoyance.

So what if she had shown up at his dank hovel of a home when he was sleeping, somewhat rudely waking him with her noisy undressing before climbing into bed with him - still didn’t give him any right to look at her like that.

Samson huffed, speaking in that same gravely tone that made everything he said sound so unnecessarily brooding. “Where would you prefer I look?”

“I don’t care, just stop fucking staring.” She placed a weighted palm on his cheek when he turned away, pressing one side of his face into the lumpy mattress so he couldn’t try to look at her again. Which he definitely would have; infuriating shit that he was.

Sweat dripped down her spine as she bounced vigorously on his cock, the nails of her free hand gauging painful crescents into his chest. Roman closed her eyes, ignoring Samson’s hiss of discomfort as it predictably morphed into a groan of sadistic pleasure and instead focusing on the mind-altering delirium that came from these increasingly frequent encounters.

Stop overanalysing and just fucking fuck him she mentally berated herself when that obnoxious voice popped into her head again, taunting her with whispers of feelings and other such distasteful profanities.

She shook the unwelcome thoughts from her mind, decidedly abandoning her up and down undulations in favour of grinding up against him as she welcomed the pleasurable pain of his far-reaching cock. She loudly moaned when he tilted his pelvis, seating himself just that little bit deeper and finally her mind quieted.

Samson groaned in that throaty timbre that never failed to fan the flames of her desires, renewing her sense of purpose as she rode him mercilessly towards her peak. “Yes, yes, fuck!” She threw her head back and blasphemed to the heavens, the proficient roll of her hips devolving into stuttering shudders as she luxuriated in that depressingly fleeting sensation that so exquisitely tuned out the rest of the world.

She was in a state of blind euphoria as Samson flipped her on to her back, every nerve ending in her body singing a blissful tale of rapture as he hilted himself once more. Her petite breasts bounced wildly with the force of his thrusts, the unexpected scrape of his teeth on her nipple the thing that finally roused her back to consciousness.

The fucker was staring again, the weight of his all too familiar gaze a wholly unwelcome assault on her senses. More often than she cared to admit of late, whenever those haunting eyes locked on to her own she began to question the truth of this peculiar arrangement of theirs. Why she didn’t just use some random stranger to sate her desires instead of encouraging this… whatever it was. But since she had less than no desire to unravel that particular thread, she was happy to champion the willful avoidance method.

“Move.” Roman pushed on Samson’s chest until he sat back on his heels, quickly repositioning herself on her hands and knees so she didn’t have to acknowledge that unsettling feeling in the pit of her stomach that accompanied his scrutinizing gaze; as though her unwelcome thoughts were an open and somewhat amusing book to him.

She cried out in surprise when he spanked her, the force of it no doubt leaving an angry red welt on her right buttcheek. “Mother fu - ahh!” she cried out again when he slammed his cock into her, hands fisting in his threadbare sheets as she tried to hold herself steady.

Samson spanked her again, and again, and again until she had to bite down on her own arm to deny him the satisfaction of hearing her whimper. He pawed at her backside, kneading and squeezing the flesh as he sought his own release. His grip on her hips was insistent, fingers biting painfully into her sensitive skin as he pulled her to meet each hard thrust with a resounding slap of flesh on flesh until she fell forwards onto her chest, spine arching dramatically as she eagerly angled herself for deeper penetration.

Roman slipped a hand between her thighs, slender fingers tending to that libidinous quiver that heralded a second coming as Samson’s hips hammered forcefully against her rear. She sped up when his rhythm began to falter, victoriously reaching her end with just seconds to spare before he pulled out and emptied his load on to the still burning skin of her abused derriere.

Samson fell on to his back beside her, draping an arm over his face as he attempted to catch his breath. His sweat-slicked chest glistened in the moonlight, the skin over his ribcage pulling taught with each deep breath. Clearly he was undernourished, no doubt choosing his precious dust over food if ever he couldn’t afford both. Should she try to slip him more coin? Was there a way to do so without making him think she cared? Chances were he’d simply blow it all on his addiction anyway.

Roman sat up straight, not at all discreetly wiping the now cold evidence of their frenzied coupling on his sheets. She reflexively flinched away from the featherlight brush of his fingertips against her shoulder blade, immediately vacating his uncomfortable bed to dress in strained silence.

She stubbornly ignored the urge to look back at him, pulling open what barely passed as a front door before she’d even managed to get both arms in her sleeves, praying to whatever god might be listening that she be fast enough to outrun Samson’s almost guaranteed snark.

Of course, she wasn’t.

“What, no goodbye kiss?” he mocked, sounding far too pleased with himself.

Smug fucking cunt she thought, casting him a scathing glance over her shoulder to find him comfortably reclining on one elbow. The sheets barely covered his softening cock and she had to dig her fingernails into her palms to repress that split second yearning for something… more.

“Oh, fuck off,” she cantankerously rebuffed, further splintering his already fractured door as she slammed it shut behind her.

#roman hawke #raleigh samson #why schoute why did you do this to me?#hawke x samson #thank you so much for letting me play with your OC!

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theluckywizard · 1 year ago

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Lucky's Writing Masterpost

Hi I'm Lucky! I'm a writer and an artist, 42 years old, living in New England. I started writing Dragon Age fan fic in January 2023 after decades of original fiction hell where I never finished a damn thing. My main OCs are Rose Trevelyan and Garrett Hawke and I love them very much and ship them very much. In my real life I'm a science teacher and a soft pastelist and a mom of a pair of young turkeys. Like my writing? I take prompts anytime! Let me know what ship or character and you can send quotes/pics/songs/anything from my prompt lists.

The Long Fic

In the Shattering of Things,

Lady Rose Trevelyan's idle, aristocratic life blinks out in a haze of irrelevance when the breach destroys the Conclave. She may be soft and coddled when she joins the Inquisition, but there's a fierceness inside her she's yet to fully recognize. Armed with only a few relevant skills and the mark that makes her a legend, she is thrust onto a path delivering hope where it’s long been scorched away and finds comfort in the grumpy, handsome stick in the mud charged with her protection and training. As she stumbles her way across southern Thedas, she begins to realize she's tangled at the center of machinations she barely understands, and she's not alone in that. Enter Hawke.

The Other Longish Fic

Kiss Me Moonstruck

Smashed together in a matchmaking scheme cooked up by their enterprising mothers, Garrett Hawke and Rose Trevelyan are forced to endure one another for a whole week over Satinalia at the Hawke Estate. Rose hears he’s a swashbuckling treasure hunter, as wild as he is handsome and as ill-bred as he is rich. Garrett suspects she’s a brat of an ingenue by the string of rejected marriage proposals behind her. Determined to prove to the other that they could not be less compatible, they quickly find their mothers’ plot might be working better than they thought. (Rose & Hawke POV)

Many more below the cut:

In the Shattering of Things related One Shots

The Protestations of the Commander's Bed, Mature, WC 1348, Fluff

With her hands on her hips, Rose stares at Cullen's bed, his cursed bloody bed. “We meet again,” she says softly, snorting to herself. Rose and Cullen attempt to enjoy some personal time. His bed has other ideas. (Rose POV)

Good Old Garbolg, Mature, WC 1462, Fluff

Hawke's heard about all these weird bottles of booze the Inquisitor's been picking up in her travels. He particularly wants to try Garbolg's Backwater Reserve because... well, why wouldn't he? He's Hawke. Besides, any excuse to sneak off to a dark and cramped corner with the flame-haired imp he's hopelessly in love with is a good thing. (Rose POV)

Fractures, Explicit, WC 3660, Smut/Whump/Pain

Cullen has been recovering from severe injuries after a catastrophic encounter with Samson in Emprise du Lion in Inquisitor Rose Treveyan's quarters. Rose has been nursing her anger and anguish for weeks. Amid the necessary care and closeness of his convalescence, it all comes spilling out at last. (Rose POV)

Pull Me From the Dark, Mature, WC 2107, Flangst

The Inquisitor arrives in the Western Approach and Hawke's been waiting three infernal weeks to see her again. There are a couple emotions Hawke hasn't felt in a long time and he's about to experience both of them. (Hawke POV)

Contact, Gen, WC 427, Flangst

Bethany Hawke has lovely dreams of her childhood home where she often looks inside Father's little chest for the curiosities that lie within, memories of the entire family she's lost- Malcolm, Leandra, Carver and Garrett. The Fade is nothing if not surprising. But today she gets a little more of a surprise than she bargains for. (Bethany POV)

Some Kind of Witchcraft, Explicit, WC 2213, Fluff Smut

Inquisitor Rose Trevelyan is away clearing rifts along Sulcher's pass but she leaves plenty of reminders behind for Cullen to find while she's gone... and after she returns! (Cullen POV)

Together Alone, Teen, WC 2608, Angst

A traumatized newly-promoted Knight Captain who only wants to keep the world safe from the terrors of the Fade. A soft-hearted, sharp-minded mage who spent years evading the law. Maybe they don’t share the same fears. But at least they're not alone in being afraid. Or how two people form an unlikely friendship in the worst possible place and change each other forever. (Cullen & Bethany POVs)

Proper Provocation, Explicit, WC 2250, Fluff Smut

Rose and Cullen renew a war room debate that quickly devolves into a spirited attempt to spank each other which quickly devolves into smut. (Cullen POV)

Unrelated One Shots

The Boy Who Talked too Much, Explicit, WC 2373, Fluff Smut

Elissa has been coming to Alistair's tent for a week now for cuddles before anyone else is up. But they'd never kissed. Today is different. Alistair is a nervous nelly and can't seem to stop talking (or thinking for that matter!) (Alistair POV)

Unvarnished, Explicit, WC 3636, SMUT

Clinging undergarments and more proximity than they've ever had sparks an unexpected blaze between Rose Trevelyan and Blackwall and unleashes parts of the impostor Warden he thought he'd long buried... (Blackwall POV)

The Firmness of his Resolve, Explicit, WC 2166, Fluff Smut

In which Cullen just wants to finish some vital work and Inquisitor Theresa Trevelyan has other ideas. How an under the desk act turns into a (very) friendly competition. (Cullen POV)

Love at First Fight, Teen, WC 5,962, Fluff & Action

Years before he became the Hero of Ferelden, Aedan Cousland competes in the Tantervale Grand Tourney melee final against a surprising opponent: fierce, sharp-witted, and unmistakably talented Marie Trevelyan of Ostwick. And he can’t help but feel a little bit smitten when she clobbers him. Lucky for him, there's a banquet afterward.

Long Fic Excerpts and Companion Pieces (spoilers!)

An Inexplicable Pull, Gen, WC 1504

It's only been a week since Rose Trevelyan stumbled out of a rift in the temple ruins above Haven. She may come from a privileged, sheltered background but she's applying herself to her training admirably. There's something willful and impish hiding under that polite veneer. And something else. He can't stop looking her way, trying to puzzle it out. Perhaps he should try talking to her. (Cullen POV)

Into her Hands, Teen, WC 1334, Fluff

Watching the Inquisitor read the book he'd picked for her across the mess tent in camp in Crestwood, Hawke decides to grab the book she'd picked for him and join her. Sitting beside her on the damp ground he feels an awakened sense of possibility. (Hawke POV)

The Commander, the Tevinter and a Bottle of Lightning, Teen, WC 3,325, Fluff

It starts as a professional favor to Inquisitor Rose Trevelyan, taking the Stick in the Mud out, drawing him away from the work he clings to so desperately. But what she doesn't know is that Dorian has positioned himself to be double wingman extraordinaire and Cullen is about to be utterly boiled in the bag. (Cullen POV)

The Gift, Teen, WC 1,249, Angst & Fluff

Waiting to receive word from the Inquisitor from Crestwood, Cullen's feelings wrestle out of his grasp. And Maker why are there so many entrances to his office? Rylen arrives just in time to help his friend sort his thoughts out. (Cullen POV)

Point, Teen, WC 1,224, Action and Angst

Hawke takes on the bandit leader's second in command at Caer Bronach, a shockingly large bruiser before discovering that Inquisitor Rose Trevelyan isn't anywhere in sight. (Hawke POV)

The Coldest and Warmest Dawn, Teen, WC 3419, WIP, Angsty

The attempt on the Breach approaches with agonizing speed. The amplified magic of three hundred odd mages will channel through Rose Trevelyan and her marked hand. And in all likelihood, it will claim her life. Cullen finds this unacceptable. He recruits a crack team of Dorian, Vivienne and the dangerous Tevinter prisoner in the Chantry's cells to find a way to save her. (Cullen POV)

Bumbling Hearts, Gen, WC 2372, Fluff

Inquisitor Rose Trevelyan is just learning to control the dangerous new feature of the Anchor- discharging accumulating power by opening a rift in Veil- the mark of the rift. She enlists Cullen as back up and as is tradition, much awkwardness ensues. (Rose POV)

Dead Draw, Gen, WC 1574, Angst and Whump

After the catastrophe between him and the Inquisitor earlier in the morning, Cullen expected Dorian's confrontation. He just didn't expect it to arrive so soon. (Cullen POV)

The Map, Teen, WC 1089, Angst and Whump

Rose Trevelyan awakens standing over her desk, quill in hand, a kind of wildly drawn map beneath her. She doesn't know what's happening and she wakes Cullen to help her sort it out. But he doesn't react the way she needs. (Rose POV)

Rumors, Teen, WC 2189, Angst

Returned to Skyhold from Crestwood, Hawke's been dogged the whole way back by rumors about the nature of his relationship with Inquisitor Rose Trevelyan. His old friend Leliana wants to know what his game is. (Hawke POV)

A Sense of Duty, Teen, WC 2220, Angst

As commander of the Inquisition forces, Cullen needs to have a chat about tactics and protocol with his old acquaintance, famed warrior Garrett Hawke after spurious reports come in from Crestwood. The mountain of history between them and the salacious rumors about Hawke and Inquisitor Rose Trevelyan make this conversation more intense than he expected. (Cullen POV)

Thirst, Mature, WC 6450, Angst and Whump

Commander Cullen Rutherford has had a shit few weeks. Headaches, tremors and memories dog him. His romantic hopes have crumbled. His blood feels empty and thin. With so many cares weighing upon him he's been wondering if he's still fit to serve, if he ever was. He should resign, shouldn't he? But perhaps it's not that complicated. Perhaps he's just one bottle of blue away from feeling right after all. (Cullen POV)

In Search of a Wayward Bronto, Teen, WC 6,648, Fluff and Angst

Desperate to find his brother, Garrett Hawke heads to a blight-ruined stretch of Orlais to search for the Wardens with Varric and Alistair. Amid their misadventures and unending banter, Garrett grapples with past failures and the growing love he feels for Inquisitor Rose Trevelyan. (Hawke POV)

Something Wicked This Way Comes, Mature, WC 7,380, Angst & Action

Inquisitor Rose Trevelyan has disappeared in the midst of the ball at the Winter Palace. As her friends and companions search for her, they start to realize that something far worse than they expected is brewing. (Hawke, Cullen, Vivienne, Josephine, Fidencio POVs)

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space-dingo · 6 years ago

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Here's a commission I finished for someone on discord. It's their Hawke and Samson.

#dragon age #Dragon Age II #Dragon Age 2 #Hawke #Male Hawke #Mage Hawke #Raleigh Samson #Samson #original character #dragon age oc #art commissions #commissions #commission art #my art #digital art #paint tool sai #hawke x samson #artist on tumblr

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elenachatnoir · 7 years ago

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Samson and Chevy Hawke sharing a sweet moment at Weishaupt, commissioned by @life-is-no-sugarlicking, thanks a lot! ♥

#samson #male hawke #chevy hawke #hawke x samson #shaded #art commission #i do really like this pair #thanks a lot for commissioning me!

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vangoghmusings · 4 years ago

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𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖍 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘

masterlist

pairing: vampire!hawks x gn!reader

genre: angst w/ nsfw themes

word count: 2.8k

warnings: swearing, mentions of dead animals, mentions of nudity, main character death

a/n: so~ im back from my break! i decided i’d only come back once i had content to post :) this one shot was originally going to be smut but angst fit better with the plotline so heres some sad shit for y’all :’) the song for this fic is ‘samson’ by regina spectre, linked here <3 i hope y’all like this cause angst isnt really my thing asfjkhld

✁ 𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖈𝖑𝖎𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖗 ✃

“We all have wings, but they have not been of any avail to us and if we could tear them off, we would do so.” Franz Kafka

It was a quote you knew by heart. After all, it was sitting neatly framed on your desk. It was a graduation gift, but you don’t remember from who. Years of schooling behind you, you were finally an expert in your field. Animal locomotion, volant insects- it was all the same to you. Creatures with wings were your life and passion. As you looked at the mounted glass boxes that held a variety of pinned butterflies that lined the walls of your office, you were brought out of your daze by a familiar ringing.

You sighed, picking up the telephone, wrapping the old cord around your finger as you awaited the greeting at the other end.

“Hello, is this Dr. L/N?”

“Midoriya?”

The familiar voice brought a smile to your face. Izuku Midoriya was you best friend, the both of you working towards doctorate in animal studies. You specialized in wings, he specialized in secrets. More specifically, mythical creatures, a secret that zoologists and the government held from the public as to keep chaos from ensuing.

“Ah Y/N! Yes, it's me! How are you?”

“Good, how-”

“I’m fine, thank you, I just- I need your help.”

“Oh? Is there a situation?”

“Well, yes and no... we’ve been told there’s been a spike in livestock and animals going missing, along with carcasses being found at an alarming rate. So, we’ve been conducting research and taking in recent sightings into consideration. We think there's a vampire in the Aokigahara forest.”

“A vampire? Midoriya you know that’s your expertise not mine. I know nothing about vampires, isn't there anyone else that can help you? I wouldn’t be of any use-”

“No no Y/N, you don’t understand. This vampire, it-it has wings.”

The line went silent, the ringing of the tone slowly becoming too much to bare.

“Are you sure-”

“We have photos, they're not great, but we’re certain its him.”

“Him?”

“It's a guess, but yes, a him.”

Another deafening pause.

“Do you have a plan?”

“Yes actually!”

The sudden confidence transmitted from Midoriya’s end of the phone made you chuckle.

“We’d like you to camp out in the woods, film what you can for us as well as observe anything you find or witness.”

“Midoriya, that sounds really dangerous, this is a vampire, right? I’m not baiting myself for science-”

“I promise it's not like that! You’d always have a walkie talkie running the entire time and have contact with me and the team. Nothing will happen to you, I promise.”

“Promise?”

“Promise. And besides, you’d get to keep his wings.”

That caught your attention. Like a puppy, your ears perked up at the magic w-word.

“Really?”

“Once we complete the research, we’d have to put him in captivity, and we’re not taking any chances on letting him escape, so we’ll extract them and give them to you.”

You bit your lip, imagining whatever possible large pair of wings could adorn your walls next.

“I’m in.”

“YOU’RE THE BEST!”

You laughed as Midoriya cheered on the other line. Research and new discoveries always made him bounce with glee, and despite not being able to physically see him, you knew he was bouncing around his office like a baby bunny learning to leap.

“When do we start?”

“Huh? Oh, do you think you could come to the northwest research building tomorrow? I’ll pay for your bus ticket and everything.”

“No no, it’s fine, I can make it over by noon.”

“Perfect! I’ll see you then!”

Before you could say goodbye, Midoriya hung up the phone, probably dashing around his office to prepare as much as he could for the upcoming events.

You chuckled and sighed, putting the phone down. You were going to be in the woods for God knows how long studying a vampire that could potentially kill you and suck you dry- all for a pair of wings.

You later received a text from Midoriya instructing you to pack a bag with at least a months' worth of clothing and your own personal items. He said that his team would bring all the other needs- food, water purifier, stationary and a walkie talkie. You would be set for the entire month to study the elusive winged vampire. All that was left now was go to Aokigahara. But nothing could have prepared you for what was to come in the next month.

As you trekked the hills of the Aokigahara forest that faithful day, all you could think of was the words Midoriya had said to you that morning.

“Our hope is that you actually meet him?”

“Meet him? The vampire? Midoriya you are trying to get me killed, aren’t you!”

“But the best research is done when you’re close to the primary source!”

You heaved a sigh and wiped the beads of sweat falling down your forehead with the back of your palm. You were entering the forest with the faux appearance an overwhelmed camper, seeking solace in the forest through self-reflection and meditation. Thus, everything had to look realistic, as to not make the vampire subject suspicious. The immense weight of the hiking backpack resting on your shoulders was unbearable, but you knew you still had to go further into the forest. You had to find the perfect spot. And finally, after several more exhausting hours, there it was.

The lake.

You beamed at the crystal-like water, ripping softly from the wind. Without hesitation, you dropped your backpack and began to set up camp. You had a fairly large tent, a cot and sleeping bag, and all your items, plus the ones promised by Midoriya’s team. Once you were happy with the setup of your tent, you deemed it was time to bathe. You were drenched in sweat and your muscles ached and you wanted nothing more than to engulf yourself in the lake’s cool waters.

Once you rid yourself of your sticky clothes, you stepped into the water, sighing happily. You soon submerged your whole body in the water, humming as you scrubbed the grime off your skin. The sky above was shifting from pink to orange, the sun quickly beginning to set. You could see the outline of the moon too.

“Pretty isn’t it?”

You jumped at the unexpected voice, quickly covering what you could of your naked body. You looked around anxiously, fearful of who or what had been watching you. You narrowed your eyes at a tree looming over the water, a figure seated on one of its branches. You clung to your chest tightly as the branch shook, the figure hopping off with ease.

Infront of you stood a blonde-haired man, incredibly fit, which was easy to see since he was shirtless. It seemed his only clothes appeared to be a pair of dirtied linen pants and a pair of poots. But that’s not what caught your attention- no, it was the enormous pair of bright crimson wings that stemmed from his back. They were breathtaking.

He chuckled lowly at your frozen stance.

“I meant the moon.”

You nodded slowly.

“O-oh,” was all you managed to say as it occurred to you that that man, creature, vampire, would be your subject of research for the next month.

His brows furrowed as he looked down at your toiletry bag that sat on the shore.

“Shit, is that soap?”

“Uh, yeah?”

What was happening? He was so normal? So calm? Were you not in his territory, invading his space? Or was he being kind, as to not scare off his next meal?

“I haven’t been able to use soap in a while. My parents visit me sometimes and bring me soap and shit, but they haven't in a while...can I use yours?”

Parents. He had a family. Did they have wings too? No, he was exiled, his wings made him an outlier. He was alone.

“Uh, yeah...” you mumbled, shyly gesturing to the toiletry bag with your chin. The man beamed and dug through your bag.

“Holy shit, you have hair soap too? Fancy,” he purred. Hair soap- did he mean shampoo?

You watched curiously as he tossed out item from your bag and set them on the shore. You found your cheeks burning with heat as you looked away while he undressed. You looked down at the water, ripples appearing as he stepped into the lake. You gulped and peered over your shoulder.

“What's your name?” You asked shyly.

“Keigo, you?”

You blinked at his unexpected friendliness.

“Y/N.”

He gave you a nodded before picking up one of the bottles he placed in the water that began to float away.

“So, which hair soap do I use first?”

“Uh, the one that says shampoo.”

Keigo looked down at the floating bottles before him.

“I can’t read,” He mumbled.

You gaped, he must’ve been exiled at a young age, with neither of his parents willing to take the time to educate him.

You stepped towards him carefully, we’ll aware of the danger he could pose. You picked up the shampoo bottle and handed it to him.

“Here, use this one first.”

He grinned, two large fangs appearing. It was obvious they caught you off guard, since he began to laugh.

“Scared of my fangs but not my wings? Interesting.”

You scoffed as he poured the shampoo in his palm.

“I’m not scared.”

“Right,” He chuckled, before putting the shampoo in his hair. Which he did a terrible job at, since it all began to drip down his face and into his eyes. “Ah fuck- this shit stings! Are you trying to poison me?”

You laughed and covered your mouth.

This was the dangerous vampire Midoriya had summoned you to research? He seemed helpless, and frankly a bit pathetic.

“Well it’s just for your hair, not your eyes.”

Keigo growled and plunged his face in the water, washing the shampoo out of his eyes. He flung his head back up and shook the water off, similarly to a dog. You winced at the water droplets that hit you.

“Do you- do you want help?”

Keigo raised a brow and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Why are you here?”

You froze, not expecting the question.

“Uh well, I needed a break from work. Just time to be alone and meditate, you know?”

“No, I wouldn’t know,” He frowned. You bit your lip and looked down.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you-”

You were caught off by his laugh once more.

“You’re fine Y/N, it’ll take more than that to offend me. Besides,” He said, a sharp taloned hand wrapping around your neck and pulling you close, “I could kill you if you ever did.”

He smirked, feeling you gulp in fear against his palm. You stood still in his grasp as leaned close into your ear.

“So, you’ll help me with the hair soap?”

✁✁✁

In the following weeks, you developed an unexpected closeness to Keigo. He hung around your tent day and night, occasionally leaving when he got hungry. In those moments alone, you updated Midoriya and wrote in your journal. By the end of the second week, you found yourself realizing how close you had truly gotten to the vampire when he finally let you shave off his rugged beard.

“Look at you!” You beamed, holding his face in your hand. He rolled his eyes and swiftly scooped you up, walking you both out of the water.

He set you down gently and handed you your towel. He on the other hand, used his wings and flapped himself dry, fluffy feathers flying everywhere. You wrapped the towel around your body and smiled up at him, trying to cover up the sinking feeling in your chest. You were beginning to see Keigo as a person rather than a specimen. And when the month ended, he’d be transported to a facility and have his wings clipped and handed to you on a silver platter for decoration. You shook the thoughts away and flashed Keigo another smile.

“Its getting late.”

He nodded and slipped on his pants, which he now also allowed you to wash. You bit your lip.

“Where do you sleep Keigo?”

He adjusted his waistband and looked to you.

“A treehouse.”

Your eyes widened.

“Really? Why haven’t you told me?”

He chuckled and ruffled your hair with taloned hand.

“Didn’t think it mattered. Wanna check it out?”

You nodded eagerly and scrambled to put your clothes on.

Keigo rolled his eyes and extended his hand out to you, which you took once you were dressed. He picked you up and cradled you in his harms before taking to the skies, protecting you from the branches above with his wings. This moment was your paradise, seeing his wings in action. You looked at the trees below you, looking miniature as you glided through the air. The air was thin yet crisp, you couldn’t help but give Keigo a grin.

He soon swooped down and gently landed on the ground, helping you to your feet.

“Keigo that was so cool!” You beamed up at him, jumping up and giving him a thankful hug. He blushed and hugged back, not expecting the affectionate contact. You looked up at the large well-built tree house that sat in the tree. With ease, Keigo helped you climb up the tree and inside his home.

Your eyes widened at the sight. The home was scattered with crimson feathers, blankets, pillows, and old blood stains on the wood.

“So uh, this is where I sleep,” He said gesturing to the nest-like pile of plush. You nodded and looked up at him.

“This is really cool Keigo, thanks for showing me!”

He grinned proudly at his home, despite its emptiness, you understood the sense of coziness it held.

He looked down at you and seemed to contemplate his next words.

“Would you, uh, like to stay here with me tonight?”

You looked up at him curiously.

“Promise not to kill me?”

He chuckled and nodded.

“Yes, I promise.”

“Then yes.”

It was already nighttime and you and Keigo had already eaten. All that was left was to rest. Keigo turned on the lamp and stepped into his “nest”, you follow his lead. You step into the softness of his fluffy nest and sink into it. As if by instinct, Keigo wraps you in his arms and pulls you to his chest, your breath hitching when you feel the warmth emitting from it. His wings wrapped around the both of you tightly in a secure fashion. You looked up at the silent blonde.

“Keigo?”

He hummed in response.

“Why haven’t you killed me?”

Keigo scrunched up his face at the question.

“I’m not a killer Y/N, I don’t kill humans.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I just- you’re a- and you know,” you trailed off.

Keigo stayed silent, his large hands pressed against your back as he helped you. After what seemed like eternity he spoke.

“Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“What does love feel like?”

You smiled softly and looked up at him, his eyes peering down at you under his long eyelashes.

“Well, love is when you really care about someone, and would do anything for them and you always want to be around them and-”

“Then I love you.”

Your mouth gaped at the confession.

“Keigo-”

“Everything you said, I feel it for you.”

You gave him a weak smile and ran your fingers through his hair. A familiar story came to mind: Samson and Delilah. Samon loved Delilah so intensely he let her shave his head and take away his strength, leaving him weak. You found yourself in the same position, using Keigo’s love to let you clip his wings to give to the Philistines, well, in this case Midoriya.

“I love you too Keigo.”

His face broke out in a wide smile, but he had no clue what to do next. He had never been in this position before.

You chuckled softly and gently stroked his cheek, “Do you want to kiss me?”

He nodded, a shy blush creeping onto his cheeks. You giggled lightly before snuggling closer to him and pressing a soft kiss against his lips, feeling him melt at the touch.

You really did love him.

And you remembered it every day.

You remembered him every day.

You remembered the angry cusses he spewed at you when you watch him get captured by Midoriya’s team.

You remembered his screams of agony as you watched him wake up from his surgery, only to realize his wings were gone.

You remembered his sulking, deteriorating body when you visited him, only to learn he hadn’t eaten in days.

And you remembered your heart breaking when you woke up at 2am to a phone call from Midoriya to learn that Keigo had died.

As you stared at the crimson wings propped up on your office wall, you couldn’t help but curse yourself. Were a pair of wings worth learning that a vampire with wings had the capacity to love?

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god ok Dragon Age Inquisition Au where you stay a wanted fugitive for most of the game,

like you actually have to WORK for things, have to EARN the victory in any kind of way. step one, you aren’t inexplicably handed an army.

Picture it. You, the marked suspect in the divines death, stabilize the rift, pass out. But instead of waking up as the mythical Herald, surrounded by reverence, you are in the jail cell again. Cassandra believes you are innocent, but it's too late to convince anyone. Orlais wants your head. So Cassandra does the right thing, and helps you flee. You are, after all, still the only person who can do anything for the rifts. Solas is interested in the mark, so he comes too and, well, when has Varric ever turned down a good underdog story? Leliana helps you flee and promises to keep them off you.

You become the Fugitive. or something less nerdy

So you end up in the Hinterlands, and boy things sure are a mess down there, huh? So maybe you start taking out some bandits and rogue templars on your way. It’s kind of unavoidable. And the locals start to take notice. The more you help, the more they lie to the Chantry to help you. And you still need to try and close the breach, so you start wondering if the one of the factions could take a side trip from their war to help you. You have to pledge yourself, really work to earn the aid of either the Mages (x) or the Templars if you want to do an evil run idk, and of course they aren't without their own problems, but you get there. They trust you.

And on the way you keep finding fellow wayward scrappy do-gooders who want to help you. Madamme de Fer herself joins you, as you are the only practical way to Do Anything to help the world right now. And the Iron Bull well ok, you absolutely Cannot afford him but he wants to help, so for tax purposes you join the Chargers, technically, and Krem wont stop affectionately calling you guys the B-team.

So you take your faction and your team and you sneak into the mountains, which is easier if you befriended the lyrium smugglers, and if you convinced leliana’s contact Josephine to manoeuvre the nobility’s forces away from haven, and you do it! You stop the breach! And then a fucking dragon attacks you.

You buy your team time, and you flee. Corypheus wants you dead, so you need to hide. Fourtunately, Solas knows a secret place in the mountains, right between Fereldan and Orlais. Perfect place to sneak into both countries as needed. And cue the rest of the game, launched from your decrepit castle secret-base in the mountains.

(The rest of the game under the cut DA:I is so long.)

The war? Well the faction you chose seemingly fell with you, are hidden in Skyhold with you, so the other side seems to have won. Until they become visibly corrupted and start aiding Corypheus, and suddenly the people know who they trust more. The ones who Chose to help you.

Exalted plains? No longer a pointless mission for something your troops should really be handling, because there’s literally just you and your scooby gang to handle things. And well, lets say if you want to recruit Dagna you have to fight through it to find her because that whole area is so pointless as is.

You don’t get to “claim” landmarks and keeps but hey, at least peasants stop throwing fruit at you.

Wicked Eyes Wicked Hearts? Oh you better be ready to WORK for that invitation to the ball. Josephine has the to-do list for you, get ready to suck up to nobles. Or have Sera sneak you in if you really suck at it, but it’ll make things harder because no one knows who you are.

Adamant Fortress? Well if you settled the Orlesian throne you’ll have troops to assault it for you. Or you can jump the gun and try to STEALTH YOUR WAY IN. Get ready for the fight of your LIFE if you make even one misstep

The Temple of Mythal? There’s so much other weird magic in Thedas for Morrigan to be your magical advisor on - the forbidden oasis, the red lyrium and Samson’s armour. But when it’s time to go to the temple, Varric’s like “I know a gal” and Merrill comes to save you all and explain her culture and take the well (unless Lavellan really wants to). (and later there’s this really bad ass moment where Merrill and Morrigan nod to each other like “We got This” and fly off to fight the dragon together). And just for fun, let’s say if you argued for the wardens to stay, then either Hawke or the Warden leads the troops. Otherwise it’s some obnoxious Orlesian general.

And then. The final final battle. All your hard work Finally comes together. I personally am a fan of The Siege of Skyhold approach by @dont-fuck-me-gil. But the point is, you Earned this force with your own blood sweat and tears.

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #da meta #josephine will have an office in val royeaux with the official PO box for the inquisition #you can pretend to be just checking your mail while you flirt with her #and the rogue templars would be in orlais wHY THE FUCK are they squatting in ferelden?? they just took over a fucking castle wtf #step one. get rid of the arMY YOU ARE INEXPLICABLY HANDED FOR DUMB REASONS. seriously this game has no stakes as is #idk how tresspasser would go #merrill #Morrigan #wicked eyes and wicked hearts #long post #temple of mythal #says Ser #a better age of dragons

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