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sage-green-matcha · 8 months

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RETRIBUTION - ZACH TURNER 💣

Content Includes: Mentions of blood, violence, bombs, guns, more blood, spoilers for the movie “Retribution”

A/n: My first time writing for Zach! We don’t really know much about him butttt I tried my best! Hope you guys enjoy :)

Your face was covered in shock as you watched Zach's father hold out a gun. You were already scared, the fact that there was a bomb in the car made you feel sick to your stomach.

You really thought it would be a normal day, but you had seen 3 people die in one morning.

You watched as Zach and Emily's mom was taken by the police, teams of police officers chasing down the car that you were inside of.

You had no clue what was going on, and it stressed you out knowing you couldn't do anything about it.

"I'm sorry Y/n, I'm so sorry sweetheart. You shouldn't be here right now" Matt mumbled with a shaky voice.

You could tell just from that, that were tears forming in his eyes.

"Dad... Dad don't do this!" Zach's eyebrows were furrowed, his body shaking slightly from his scared heartbeat.

"Dad don't" Emily was breathing heavily next to Zach, his hand squeezing hers tightly.

"Dad don't! Listen, okay? He's your friend"

Your heart shattered with how frightened he sounded, but you couldn't speak. You were too scared. You usually loved the rush, but this felt disgusting and dangerous.

"God forgive me" The words that fell from Matts lips were unbelievable. There was no way he was about to kill his best friend. His long-time business partner.

You didn't know Matt very well. But you knew Matt and Anders well. They were always together at gatherings, drinking and joking around like they always did.

They would tease you and Zach about getting together, you knew it would never happen. But knowing they support your small delusion made you feel better.

"Matt! Let me go!" Anders looked terrified, the gun held up to his face didn't help it either.

"Dad! Dad! He's your friend! What are you doing?"

"Dad! Don't!" Emily was now clung onto Zach, tears forming in her eyes as she watched the horrific scene.

"I can't..."

You squeezed your eyes shut, expecting to see a mutilated body once you opened your eyes.

Except that didn't happen, instead your eyes were surprised at the train that rushed in front of them. Your hearing was interrupted by the loud sound of screeching metal and a loud horn.

Heavy breathing filled the car, a harsh swallow falling down your throat.

You thought you were safe, for a split second. But everything happened so fast.

Wood and glass exploded throughout the car, bullets breaking through the metal doors of the car.

A powerful cloud of smoke made you cover yourself, but instead of protecting yourself, you put your body in more danger.

The car shook before you could even look at the explosion next to you, pain covering your entire body.

Your breath scattered, looking at the bloody hole in your arm. It had all happened so fast. You felt a dart of pain and next thing you knew you were covered in blood.

"Are you okay?" Matt turned around, looking at his children before he even glanced over at you.

"Y/n? Y/n?"

A ball formed in your throat, the pain making your mouth explode with small cries.

"Shit! Shit! Y/n, Y/n! She's bleeding. She got shot!"

Your body fell cold, trying to control your breathing as blood soaked into you and Zach's clothing.

Painful whimpers fell from your mouth, feeling Zach's hand lift your arm.

"Shit"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry babe, I know it hurts."

He wrapped his dad's tie around your wound, It hurt but his words made you feel better. Your heart started beating faster, and you weren't sure if it was because of him or the shot through your arm.

"Tie it tight, Zach"

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" You ought to think he was the one who shot you with how much he was apologizing.

You yelped at the pressure being put on your limb. Blood soaked through the cloth quickly and you felt sick.

"Hang on Y/n, Hang on. We're gonna get you some help" You gulped at Matt's words, your head falling onto Zach's chest.

He held you tighter in real life than in your dreams. He didn't want to lose you, you were his person. He loved you, he needed you.

His hand was covered in your blood but he refused to let go. The warm liquid covered the seats and it stained his skin, but he didn’t care.

It felt like forever before the police started to chase the car, Anxiety no longer took over your head, it just felt empty and painful.

Your vision blurred, noises and words becoming quieter and mumbled.

The car finally came to a stop, Zach holding onto your hand tightly.

"Are you okay?" A lady came up to the car, looking through the broken windows.

"She's hurt, please. She's lost a lot of blood. We need help" They didn’t believe Matt, but once she saw the bloody seats she had no choice.

"How are you, sweetheart?" Her face was serious when you asked, making you question her sanity.

"Are you serious? I'm dying" She could read your face, yet you couldn't read hers.

All you wanted was for the pain to go away, to get out of the car and feel better.

But you couldn't. The bomb made it impossible to leave.

"There are no bombs under the children's seats. We're taking off the car doors now"

They unscrewed the ruined car doors, a man reaching over your seatbelt before unbuckling it.

"Zach..." He gulped with glossy eyes as he realized he was still holding onto your hand.

"Is he your boyfriend?" The anticlimactic lady asked and you just shrugged, Zach giving you a small smile.

You were taken to an ambulance, Zach and Emily following not long after.

"You lost a lot of blood, but you'll be fine"

As if that would make you feel any better. You laid lazily on the stretcher, Thankfully the bullet wasn't stuck in your arm, so no surgery was needed.

Instead, you zoned out on anesthesia, stitches being sewn into your arm.

For some odd reason, you weren't allowed to leave the crime scene. So Heather accompanied you in the back of the ambulance.

"They called your mom again, I'm sorry sweetheart. How do you feel? Are you okay? Do you need anything?"

Her motherly instincts brought you comfort, something yours didn't have. She wasn't even in town, which was why Matt had to take you to school.

But you weren't at school, yet you didn't think your mom would even care to ask you about the accident. 30 minutes had passed and she didn't even care to call, they had to call her again.

"He's taking off, Mrs. Turner" Your heart felt empty as she ran off to get her husband, Zach, and Emily running Into the ambulance.

"Y/n, are you okay? How do you feel? What did they do?" Zach's voice was fast, making you smile up at him.

"I'm fine Zach, they just gave me some stitches. Are you guys okay?" Emily tried to smile as she nodded, but Zach could only focus on you.

"Emily, leave"

"What? Why? Are you gonna kiss Y/n?"

You smiled as they fought, even after the most traumatic experience of their lives they still bickered.

"Please, Emily?" She huffed before standing outside the ambulance.

"Sorry about your shirt" You mumbled. It was dyed with the color of your blood, a dark red covering the grey fabric.

"It's fine..."

He looked nervous as he went to hold your hand, reaching out before pulling back.

"Hey, it's okay. We're alive" You took it upon yourself to take his hand, his warmth giving you comfort.

"I know...but my dad"

You frowned, letting out a small sigh before readjusting yourself to be sat up.

"Careful, be careful"

"I'm fine Zach, chill" You smiled while looking up at him, his eyes basically drilling holes into yours.

He didn't get how after all of that you still managed to look so beautiful. Your hair was messy and your skin was covered in blood, but you still looked pretty.

"I look ugly, I know" He furrowed his eyebrows before shaking his head, opening his mouth before hesitating.

“You look beautiful…even covered in blood” He scoffed as butterflies exploded in your stomach.

You didn’t want him to notice how your face lit up with every pet name and compliment, but he did.

“This is a really bad time for this but, I need to tell you”

“What is it? You can talk to me” You gave his hand a small squeeze, pulling it closer to your body.

“When I saw you bleed I really thought you were gonna die. And I wanted to tell you this in case you did…”

You furrowed your eyebrows at his words as he continued to speak. The words that fell from his lips leaving you in shock.

“I love you. I don’t know what It feels like but I think I feel it for you. And I wouldn’t want anything this horrible to ever happen to you again.”

You felt yourself melt at his sweet words. But as he rambled you smiled to yourself, pulling his arm closer towards you.

“I get it Zach, I love you too”

His smile brightened your face, a soft kiss being placed on your lips before Em’s squeal interrupted the moment.

“I knew you two liked each other!”

“Em! Shut up!”

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kranagok0 · 29 days

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Hilda, The horror in The woods

Are you ready for more of Hilda and her friends being the Jujutsu Kaisen?…

A shame, because I'm still doing Astrid's abilities and I just discovered that there was already someone else with that idea of Hilda and Jujutsu Kaisen before me, so I'm trying to improve some aspects of the characters. Leaving that aside, something occurred to me regarding an image I found on my Facebook.

The story is about Hilda, obviously, and her life in the cabin with her mother. The thing here is about living only with his mother, his aunt Astrid and his father (Who rarely visited, if not almost never). The lack of social interaction did not stop Hilda from learning to speak correctly, but it did stop her from communicating like any other normal child.

Such a wild and solitary life (in addition to her family, but they did not often go with her on her adventures) made little Hilda grow up with a somewhat… Unstable mentality.

You see, Hilda didn't understand what was normal for someone her age, neither did Johana (let's give credit to Aunt Astrid for erasing memories as if it were something that could be formatted as if it were nothing) and why Anders and Astrid didn't visit very often. Hilda began to develop somewhat strange and grotesque tastes.

It all started a few weeks of meeting her best friend Twig, that little Deer-fox and his way of acting were also a key factor in Hilda's growth.

Hilda had gotten lost (all because of a sudden storm that no one could have predicted) and was swept beyond the stone circle. She didn't know where she was, but she was still grateful to have her best friend Twig with her.

The days passed and Hilda was hungry. He had survived for a while on the provisions his mother had given him and also some berries he found along the way. Despite that, the girl was still hungry. It was then that he asked his friend Twig to eat something, she was hungry and wanted some too. Hilda let out a scream of horror when she saw what her friend was chewing.

Twig had wild instincts and too much energy for a small fawn (more or less I call it that because… What do you call a baby fox deer?) of his age, making him more prone to attack other small animals. to eat them. At first this scared Hilda, but as the days went by, and with the little plant-based food that was around, she began to adapt to her friend's behavior. He even started to want to try some of that meat that Twig also ate.

Being so curious about Twig's strange dynamic, Hilda tried to do the same as her little friend.

Hilda's curiosity turned into something a little more obsessive and bizarre, to the point of wanting to try what her friend was nibbling on day after day. Hilda had never tasted the meat of… Nothing. She literally only ate plant-based things and nothing else, or not as far as her little 6-year-old mind could understand. That's why when he tasted the meat of that little dying rabbit he never thought it would taste so horrible. It felt strange to chew the rabbit's leg and even more so with all that dirty fur from the chase.

Still, Hilda took another bite.

and then another

And one more

One more

And more

Further

Much more

At some point Twig stepped aside and let Hilda eat the rest of the rabbit for herself. After all, she was like his older sister. He was the alpha.

And when the alpha is hungry he must hunt.

At first they couldn't even catch a single fish out of the water, much less any hare or rabbit they encountered on their way home. Over time he continued to learn from his friend and the other animals, trying to imitate their movements and predict what they were going to do. The problem was that Hilda's body was not that of a wild animal, she could understand the movement of muscles and tendons inside her friend Twig's skin, the movement of fish, the jumps of rabbits, she could even predict when a feather would fall off a bird and how many flaps of its wings would it take… But I couldn't imitate those movements, because Hilda was human.

Fortunately everything has a solution. She just had to move like a human. Like a human hunter. Luckily he had his good friend Woodman to tell him everything he needed to know about human hunters.

Woodman was someone who didn't care what other people did. However, even he knew that what Hilda was doing was too scary and morbid to tell her what to do. He was not going to risk that one day she would use those methods against him, so he gave her some fairy tales where there were harmless hunters, like Snow White and the Dwarves, or Little Red Riding Hood, he even gave her one where there were like 7 little lambs and a mother goat (to be honest, Woodman only had those stories because he could take them and run with them. He really wasn't interested in reading all the content)

While Woodman thought the books would calm Hilda down a bit about the whole hunting, skinning, and eating of woodland animals, Hilda saw a pattern in each story: An axe.

'so human hunters use axes. Excellent'

Hilda, in some way that I still can't figure out, got an axe. It was heavy, but it served its purpose. Hilda already wanted to develop her hunting skills like a true human hunter.

His first prey: a red wolf.

Surprisingly, the attack was fast and accurate, the wolf could never have seen a girl coming with a large ax from the top of the trees… The wolf's back was destroyed as Hilda used the blunt part. It was his first time using an axe, not knowing how to handle it correctly caused him to hit with the wrong side. Still, it was enough to immobilize the wolf.

The wolf still tried to defend himself, despite having his spine shattered, his adrenaline did not go down a bit. The wolf, still with its front legs at its disposal, crawled up to bite Hilda.

It didn't take long for Hilda to counterattack and hit the wolf several times in its skull. The sounds reasoned throughout the grove and spots splashed back and forth with each impact of the ax on the wolf's head.

After a while Hilda had managed to make the wolf unrecognizable: Its skull was sunken, fragments of the bones protruded from that amorphous mass that was previously the skin and muscle of the beast, not to mention how the poor man's eyes were left animal.

Like any good hunter, Hilda takes a part of the wolf and feeds, chewing and swallowing like any wild animal would… Still, she uses cutlery as her mother had always told her (manners are something essential in life, a one of the few things that Johana remembered and that were not erased like memories. At least Astrid didn't format everything)

When Hilda was 11 years old she had extensive experience hunting all kinds of creatures: rabbits, moles, hares, foxes (it was a difficult subject for her and Twig, but in the end they didn't give it much thought and they ate it), turtles, fish of all kinds, insects, deer (oddly enough there was no problem with Twig at that point), and many more creatures. The only ones Hilda didn't eat were those who seemed to have some intellect, she liked to converse as much as she could with others. I felt this need to share this information whether the person in question wanted to or not.

Hilda achieved a lot at her young age. I even developed somewhat disturbing techniques that other children (and even adults) could never achieve.

Hilda has never hunted beings with any intelligence…. But, if the opportunity arises, perhaps she could consider it.

It should be noted that Hilda is mentally unstable due to the situations she has had to face alone every time she went on adventures with Twig. There were times when he almost died from bleeding, severe bruises and even poisoning. Hilda has survived all that and more at her young age, and with it she has developed a need to learn about everything that surrounds her. Stalking, watching, observing, hunting.

And that's it, because I don't have anything else. I just wanted to do this to get it out of my head.

Thinking of Hilda as something more than a good, kind and empathetic girl is something I wanted to investigate because it is impossible for someone to be like that if she only lives with her mother in the middle of a mess in the middle of nowhere. Some kind of mental illness had to have arisen at that point in his life, especially when he was always going on dangerous adventures where literally any dangerous animal could jump out of a bush and take his life.

I liked thinking that Hilda could defend herself if something like this happened. And then I found that image; a psychotic Hilda, full of blood and with mental stability quite out of place. Thinking about how his actions are reflected by his changing and unstable emotional state was something that inspired me to write all this, partly because I was also curious to know what you guys thought.

I would like to hear your comments, or in this case read them. Seriously, I would like to know if they also thought at some point that Hilda would have a seinen mode or if they enjoy a less bloody and violent version of the blue-haired girl more.

Well, we're running out of paragraphs, so I'll say goodbye. See you later

#hilda #hilda netflix #hilda (netflix)#hilda series #hilda the series #hilda fanfiction #hilda (hilda)#hilda the show #hilda au

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exhausted-archivist · 9 months

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Concept Art Moments and Ideas: What I Wish Was Kept

Pretty sure we've all been there. Seen some of the concept art and thought how cool it was and how much you wish it had made it in the final game. These are some of mine, I won't go too much into why they're not in the game, the answer is usually either one of the following or a combination of: they needed to narrow the scope of the project, frostbite was a new engine they were struggling to make do what they needed, time, they didn't feel it had enough narrative weight or purpose, or it would make the world states branch out far too much.

I'm not really wanting to discuss whether or not I agree with cutting them either. I just really think these are neat concept, ones I've thought out how they would fold in, possible ways they could have played out, and some that personally I have worked into my fic just to fully explore the ideas.

Most of the images that don't have a source link came from either the art book or the BioWare Stories and Secrets From 25 Years of Game Development (B25) book.

Now lets start with the most common one:

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I'm know others have said this, but I really wish that it had been feasible for you to become Divine. Though, honestly this only would have really worked as decision at the end of the series. While personally in my canon world state I don't have anyone I would want to put in that role. I do have an OC who I did design for that and would have been nice to see it play out. Especially come Trespasser.

These are story boards from the art book of the prologue walk through Haven. The voice lines for this are still in the game files even though they're cut. Something I always wanted in the prologue was something to actually motivate me. There is no real sense of danger, and the walk through Haven hold no real weight. It's mostly telling and no showing, it feels hollow after your first play-through where you aren't curious and uncertain. It honestly would have been interesting to me if this was in there and if there were non-standard ending option outside of combat. Provoking the scared survivors to where they mob you, a timer on the mark instead of just the one check point. If it started draining your health the longer you took to get to the Breach. Things that could easily be removed if you decreased the difficulty level and wouldn't impact the game overly much.

[Left Dragon Age Art Book, Right World of Thedas vol. 2 p. 245]

To continue on with my desire for the steaks in Inquisition to be more intense, for you to actually feel some type of risk or hostility from the world. These two are more of an expansion on the attack on Haven. I wish Corypheus was given a more dramatic entrance than being seen on the hill with his Commander. That when he arrived to scoop you up, that it was more ominous and threatening. Something to illustrate as him having this overwhelming presence and force.

In Hushed Whispers had the concept art of King Alistair going with you and honestly, I feel like it is a missed opportunity. Not only would it make sense but there is a sort of thematic element with Alistair once again having to save Redcliffe from a mage. I think this also could have worked if he was king or warden. If he was a warden, it would have been a very nice way to tie in the Warden plot for Alistair and even Loghain. Would have really given the Inquisitor a reason to care about choosing between them or Hawke in the Fade.

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Matt Rhodes labeled this as Anders in the tags, and I am really intrigued by this prospect. We know by the end of DA2 if he's alive he doesn't have many friends with the displaced mages of Kirkwall after awhile. It would have been nice for him to come back in that Warden role they were considering for the cancelled Exalted March DLC. But what really makes me curious, is why he's out in what we might think is the Western Approach/Hissing Wastes and what happened to his missing right arm.

Alternatively, another scenario I would have liked to see with Anders comes from the B25 book. We see they explored the idea of Anders, as a Grey Warden in the cancelled Exalted March DLC. Honestly, I feel as if he would return regardless of if you killed him or not because we know that Justice can and has prevented fatal injuries from killing Anders before. This could have been an interesting thread to not only pull his story to an end in dai, but also introduce the Warden contact instead of the ones we had. Because he was on the run and the Wardens would offer a degree of protection so he would be unwillingly forced to return, couple that with him knowing of Corypheus - which would likely be the thing that forced the Wardens to keep him alive once they found his prison empty.

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This is Western Approach concept art, specifically this was suppose to be Adamant. Matt Rhodes describes that it was suppose to be a monastery, self-sustaining, and a place where they could cultivate their own food, weave their own fabrics. It would have been interesting to be able to see it like this, to see the game use this to not only explore how the Wardens survived out here but also how they recovered the fortress after it was wrecked in Asunder. It would have tied in nicely with exploring the fact that the reversal of Tranquility was found here, a fact known to everyone in game at this point (they just didn't know the Seekers hid it from the Chantry and mages). It would have been an excellent way to fold in Rhys, Evangeline, flesh out Cole's backstory and personal quest, and even show another side of the mages - the ones who didn't want to be involved in the war and fled to the Wardens.

Two Words: Giant. Scorpion.

Look how massive that is. I love mega fauna so much. I want something massive to be living in the Hissing Wastes and I want this to be fighting dragons. It would have been amazing. Look at the boards they put out.

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I want to believe this is for the Western Approach given the ground type and the smoke in the background. If this thing was guarding the sulfur fields by Griffon Keep? It would have been epic. Or even if we saw it fighting the Abyssal dragon. Honestly, I think more areas should have had a competing predator for the dragons to be fighting. It would have been cooler if they kept great bears (previously known as Dragon Bears) at their massive size to fight a dragon in the Emerald Graves too.

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That said, this scorpion concept gets even better when you see the concept art for smaller versions being Venatori mounts.

How do you not get stabbed bud? How do you domesticate/train this? What is the intelligence of this little critter? I can just picture a play on the scorpion and the frog happening here. This would have been really cool as mini-bosses or something of that nature. Particularly around the ruins, Venatori operations, or raids against the keeps.

Another piece from B25, we see new concept art of the Inquisitor leaving Skyhold with the Inquisition as Skyhold is destroyed in the background. We learned from David Gaider that at one point Skyhold was actually suppose to be attacked by Corypheus, but it ended up being cut due to time/scope. This is something I wish they kept, having your second base attack, you home at the point where you felt the strongest and potentially after a recent victory.

It would have reminded the player that Corypheus and his commander, Calpernia or Samson, were a real and active threat. Something missing from Inquisition honestly. It would have been interesting to see if we had to find a new base of operations or if we had to rebuild. When first settling in Skyhold everyone mentions being able to see the enemy coming, about not retreating from Skyhold. They really built up an expectation that at the very least a scare of an attack would happen.

There would have been a sort of poetic sense to Skyhold being leveled. Considering it is of Fereldan make, built on top of a leveled elven site. To have the site once again leveled, the history brought back to its foundations. It would have been a thematic foreshadowing to what Solas plans to do as well.

These are clearly just things I found interesting, things I feel would have really added to the game, and some others might not agree with. There are other things I wish they hadn't cut, but I didn't want to include anything that has been post-humorously mentioned by the devs because I wanted to focus more on the concept art aspect. A lot of decisions were shaped by circumstances we'll never really know the full scope of, and sometimes I wonder if they had gotten more than the 3-4 years they had for Inquisition and maybe on an engine that wasn't so fickle and worked better for the style of game how different it would have been.

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dai #dragon age concept art #cw insect #cw scorpion #cw blood #wishlist of my heart #what could have been #long post #archi is yelling into the void

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dovahbeeotch · 11 months

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Average night at the Hanged Man (FenHawke)

Anders: Fenris, look! Hawke is flirting with that elf.

Fenris: Thank you so much for bringing attention to the matter, mage.

Isabela: Oh, poor Fenris. This must be breaking that lonely little lyrium heart of yours.

Fenris: It’s fine. We are not together.

Varric: This whole ‘Will They, Won’t They’ thing you two’ve got going on is golden. Keeps the readers on their toes.

Merril: Do you write about all of us, too? Or just Hawke?

Varric: I guess you’ll have to wait and read, Daisy. Now stop staring at Hawke and friend, it’s creepy. Alright?

Anders: I agree. This is rather disrespectful.

Fenris: You’re the one who started this.

Anders: I thought you would want to know.

Fenris: You’re fooling no one.

Aveline: I guess she’s got a type.

Anders, Fenris and Isabela in unison: Elves.

Varric: Is that unrequited lust I’m sensing, Blondie? Better and better.

Fenris: *whispering* Hawke is looking at us.

*all wave*

Varric: This is nice.

Fenris: If you wanted, I could talk to Hawke for you, Anders.

Anders: And say what?

Fenris: That you and your demon want to bend her over the bar.

Isabela: Justice and Anders— single handedly filling Thedas’s orgasm gap!

Aveline: Can you think of nothing but filth?

Isebala: Essentially.

Varric: How did I never think of that, damn it? Having Justice around must make you very popular with the ladies.

Anders: You don’t need to have a Justice spirit inside of you to be a selfless lover.

Aveline: But it helps, I’m sure.

Isabela: Any plans tonight, Anders? Asking for a friend.

Anders: Maker— shut up! Hawke is coming!

*Hawke stands before their table*

Fenris: Hawke.

Varric: Hey, we were just talking about you.

Hawke: I know. The whole bloody bar knows, in fact. You scared my friend off.

Anders: I’m sorry.

Fenris: I’m not.

*awkward silence & gawking*

Hawke (taking Fenris by the wrist): I’m going to the privy.

Aveline: I really don’t understand those two.

Isabela: I do.

Aveline: Of course you do, whore.

Yeah I’m probably gonna make this a fic

#da2 #fenhawke #anders #fenris #isabela rivaini #hawke #varric #long post #sometimes these character talk in my head and it’s easier to shitpost about it than keep listening to their endless rambling

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sapphim · 5 months

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Welcome to Does Varric Know Their Name? Part 1: Aveline, Bethany, and Carver edition.

Or, all the dialogue in DA2 in which Varric refers to Hawke's companions; by name, nickname, or otherwise. For reasons. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Part 2: Isabela, Merrill, and Tallis Part 3: Anders, Fenris, and Sebastian

(To preface, Aveline was actually kind of difficult, because despite never giving her a nickname, he doesn't actually refer to her by name as often as one may expect? Certainly significantly less than he does (spoilers!) Isabela. As far as I can tell, he largely abstains from getting cheeky about it when it comes to referring to her. I've scraped together what I found but if you notice I've missed anything, please let me know and I'll add it.)

Aveline

Combat barks

Varric: Holy mother of green cheeses! How'd they take that woman down?

Act 1 (Banter)

Varric: So what do you do, Aveline? Aveline: You know I'm a guard, why are you asking? Varric: I mean in your off-duty hours. For fun. You've heard of it, I hope? Aveline: These are my off-duty hours. Varric: And the trend of you scaring the piss out of me continues.

Act 1 (The Way It Should Be)

Aveline: Varric, no. Varric: You're the captain, or you will be. It'll be easy. Aveline: I'm not petitioning the viscount to help you steal ownership of the Hanged Man. Varric: Steal? Madam, you wound me. Aveline: I'm about to.

Act 2 (Banter)

Aveline: Blondie, Sunshine, Daisy, Rivaini… what am I? Varric: Beg your pardon? Aveline: You don't call anyone by name except for me. Where's my nickname? Varric: That's not true. There's Hawke. And Bianca. Aveline: Hawke is a family name and Bianca is a crossbow. Don't change the subject. Varric: Haven't thought of a good one yet. What do you think of "Red"? Aveline: Too common. Varric: Well, when you think of one, let me know.

Act 3 (Banter)

Aveline: Why are you still here, Varric? Varric: Starkhaven's too pretentious for me and Cumberland's too boring. Aveline: You always say you hate commitment, but here you are, six years later, still at Hawke's side. Varric: Aveline, I thought you'd have noticed by now: I lie a lot. Aveline: Strange, I always thought I'd wind up arresting you some day. Varric: If I ever decide to get caught, Aveline, you'll be the guard I let catch me. Aveline: How are you at finales, Varric? Varric: I'm expecting some practical experience fairly soon. Aveline: Make it a good one, will you? Varric: For you, madam, endless sunsets and roses.

Act 3 Climax (Banter)

Merrill: How do you do it, living in this city without picking a side? Doesn't it matter to you? Varric: Of course it does. That's why I don't take sides. Merrill: That doesn't make any sense. Varric: I’ve got you and Aveline, Fenris and Anders. Hawke. Isabela.

Legacy DLC (Ambients)

Varric: Why does it always have to be so complicated? Varric: Can't Aveline just bash through the wall? Aveline: Very funny, Varric.

Carver

Combat barks

Varric: Hang on, Junior, help's on the way!

Act 1 (Banter)

Varric: You know, Junior, it's eerie how much resemblance there is between you two. Carver: We're brothers. What's eerie about that? Varric: Oh, you thought I meant Hawke? I was talking about Gamlen. Carver: Maker, I hate you, dwarf. Varric: You know, Junior, you're looking at this all wrong. Carver: Whatever it is you're about to say, I'm not interested. Varric: I'm a professional younger brother. Trust me, the center of attention's the worst place to be. Carver: Varric. Varric: Carver. Carver: Still think you're helping while burying us in debt to your brother? Varric: Still riding side-saddle while bitching at your betters?

Act 2 (Ambients)

Varric: Hawke, about Junior… Maker, I'm sorry. Bartrand will pay for this, I swear.

Act 2 (Plans for the Future)

Hawke: No plans yet. I'm simply trying to look out for my mother. Varric: I suppose after the whole business with Carver, it's a good idea to hang on to what you've got.

Act 2 (Family Matter)

Varric: Carver would still be here if it weren't for Bartrand. Varric: He has to answer for that. I have to set this right… as much as that's possible. Varric: I should thank you for your help with my brother. Varric: He deserved to die after what happened to Carver, but… I couldn't have gone through with that on my own.

Legacy DLC (Introduction)

Carver: Yes, it's all a big joke. Typical. Varric: Oh, don't get your knickers in a knot, Junior.

Legacy DLC (Banter)

Varric: What's the matter, Junior? Three assassination attempts! You're the center of attention! I thought you'd be happier. Carver: To lure my sister into a trap! Not for me! Varric: It's a start! Keep at it, and pretty soon, you'll get some thugs of your very own. Varric: You've been away too long, Junior. Carver: Running short of fodder for your stories? Varric: Do you know another lovable lug with more sword than sense? Carver: With passion’d breath comes darkness, but with many against Her, She finds His Light untiring as it parts the Veil. Isabela: Not sure if I'm aroused or scared. I like it. Varric: Junior took down the Rivaini? Who’s telling this story?

Mark of the Assassin DLC (Banter)

Carver: How do you put up with Bartrand? He's the most arrogant horse's ass I've ever met. Varric: It's not that hard, Junior. He's my brother. Carver: Don't start with that "unconditional love" rubbish. Varric: Forget family ties: I have blackmail material forever. At any point, I can launch into the story of how he peed himself at a grand ball.

Mark of the Assassin DLC (Rescue)

Carver: Go ahead. I know you're thinking it, dwarf. Varric: What? What did I do now? Carver: "Your sister wouldn't have gotten lost! She'd have us all back at the tavern by now!" Varric: Actually, I was thinking, "All these hallways look alike." But sure, knock yourself out, Junior. Carver: So, we're lost. Varric: Just like old times. Carver: Maker, I hope not. I was an ass. Varric: (Laughs.) Fair comment, Junior. All right, let's get this done.

Narration

Varric: The Grey Wardens left Kirkwall. It was months before we learned Carver survived. Varric: Carver joined the templars, just as he said he would. He didn't turn in the Champion, at least. Varric: I felt responsible for Carver's death. He was a good lad, and met a bad end.

Bethany

Act 1 (Introduction)

Hawke: You must have heard of my sister as well, then. Varric: Only a little. She is certainly welcome to come, but I'll leave that up to you. Bethany: Frankly, I'd rather you take the credit. Varric: Madam! Your secrets are safe with me.

Combat barks

Varric: Hold on, Sunshine, I'm coming!

Act 1 (Banter)

Bethany: Are you really not afraid of apostates? Not even a little? Varric: Sunshine, I'm a dwarf, in case you missed that detail. Bethany: Dwarves aren't completely immune to magic, you know. Varric: No, no, no! I meant there are at least thirty people in this town who'd murder my family over trade deals. Varric: So… Milady Sunshine, what's your first act as a noblewoman going to be? Bethany: A noblewoman with no fortune and no title? Looking for work, probably. Varric: Practicality is for peasants, my lady. You need to do something frivolous to celebrate your birthright. Bethany: Such as…? Varric: Come up to the Hightown Market and complain bitterly that there's no Orlesian silk that matches your eyes. Bethany: But what if something does match my eyes? What will I do, then? Varric: Insist that they're blatantly copying you, and demand royalties. A good noble always has a complaint ready, Sunshine.

Act 1 (Deep Roads Expedition)

Bethany: I'm not going to last until the surface. It's coming on faster. Varric: We're in the middle of nowhere. There's no way… oh, Sunshine…

Act 2 (Ambients)

Varric: Poor Sunshine… Bartrand will pay for her death, I promise you.

Act 2 (Plans for the Future)

Hawke: No plans yet. I'm simply trying to look out for my mother. Varric: After everything that happened with Bethany, that's probably good thinking.

Act 2 (Family Matter)

Varric: If it weren't for Bartrand, Bethany would still be here. Varric: He has to answer for that. I have to set this right… as much as that's possible. Varric: I should thank you for your help with my brother. Varric: He deserved it after what happened to Bethany, but... I couldn't have gone through with that on my own.

Legacy DLC (Introduction)

Bethany: I can't believe you two are joking about this. Varric: Don't worry, Sunshine. The laughter just hides the pain. Bethany: So we're just going to walk in, start cutting off heads? Varric: Don't worry, Sunshine. The bloodstains come out.

Legacy DLC (Banter)

Varric: Sunshine? What's wrong? Not feeling well? Bethany: I'm fine, Varric. Just… I expected… templars, or blackmail. I never thought our home would come under attack. Varric: Good. Keep thinking that way. It's got to be nice to think of someplace as safe. Varric: You're not looking so sunny, Sunshine. Bethany: It's not how I wanted to come back. If I did at all. Varric: Now, maybe the old place didn't roll out the welcome, but it's still home, right? Varric: Good to be out and about, Sunshine? Bethany: It's exciting, I'll say that. How much does someone want me dead to attack me in the Gallows? Varric: A Hawke attracting obsessives with a poor grasp of consequence? Color me stunned.

Mark of the Assassin DLC (Banter)

Varric: What's the matter, Sunshine? Thought you'd be enjoying the whole "fancy Orlesian estate" thing more. Bethany: I used to want this, you know? Varric: Still do. I can tell.

Mark of the Assassin DLC (Rescue)

Bethany: Aren't dwarves supposed to have some sort of "stone sense?" Varric: What good is that? Most of the chateau is stone. Knowing where the floor's at isn't going to help us. Bethany: Can't you… I don't know… always find your way around in… caves or something? Varric: Sunshine, all the caves we go to look exactly the same to me. Bethany: Keep up, Varric. I'm sure we're almost there. Varric: You've certainly quickened your stride in the last few years. Bethany: Too much to learn, or, you know, rescue. Varric: There's my Sunshine. Let's go!

Narration

Varric: The Grey Wardens left Kirkwall. It was months before we learned Bethany survived. Varric: Bethany was in the Circle, now. There was nothing we could do for her, poor girl. Varric: I felt responsible for Bethany's death. She was a good girl, and met a bad end.

#canonical texts

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sulky-valkyrie · 1 year

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Happy DADWC, can I get flufftober day 6 Candles, Lanterns, Fairy lights for any male ship with Anders (or an OT3?)

Happy Friday, though I suppose it's probably Saturday by now for you! Have some Kanders slightly bittersweet fluff for @dadrunkwriting

Karl being cagey. It was unlike him, and everything he did to try to make himself less suspicious was just doing very much the opposite. When he literally started whistling as a Templar passed, Anders had enough. He caught him by the arm and dragged him to the back of the chapel.

“You’re going to get yourself killed,” he muttered. “Whatever you’re cooking up, it’s not -”

Karl smiled and pressed a finger to his lips. “Not worth it? Funny, hearing that from you.”

“Not going to work if they throw you in the dungeons,” Anders hissed, then swallowed. “Also I want in on it.” That was the thing that bothered him most: that Karl, of all people, was planning something, something he didn’t want the Templars finding out about, and not including him. Him! Anders, the notorious runaway.

He shook his head as he patted Anders’ elbow. “Not yet.”

“Not yet?” He demanded. “Damn it, I can -”

Karl covered his mouth. “Too loud.”

Anders froze, straining his ears for the sound of Templar boots. Karl slid his hand up to cup his jaw, then kissed him quickly before dashing off. Well, not really dashing, because truly running was practically a capital offense here. Or at least a few days locked in the dungeon while they tore apart your bed looking for proof of sowing discontent. Karl was simply moving quickly with purpose. That, at least, looked normal: apprentices and the more junior mages were always rushing around on the orders of their instructors. He twisted his fingers in the edges of his sleeves, willing himself to steadiness. It stung that Karl wasn’t involving him, but even if he hated him (which he certainly didn't’), he’d never rat out a mage for anything less than actual murder. And even then, it would depend on who’d they’d killed.

He went through the rest of his day as calmly as he could, trying to focus on lessons and duties instead of worrying about Karl. He spent every spare moment listening for any sounds of a scuffle, heart jumping into his throat at every noise he couldn’t immediately identify. The afternoon stretched on with no sign of Karl, but also no rumors of anyone being ‘detained.’ And it was perfectly normal for Karl to be absent so long. Irving was always asking him for thises and thats, even had him help tutor that Amell kid he was so fond of.

Perfectly normal not to see him at mealtime. Perfectly normal for him to be still missing from the dormitories in the evening. Probably still seeing to the apprentices. Perfectly normal for them to have to forego a kiss goodnight.

Perfectly normal.

Anders stared at the ceiling as his blood pounded in his ears. What if it wasn’t though. Void take this.

He got up quickly and quietly, skipping the shoes. The stone floor was almost painfully cold, but it was better than making noise. The right-side door always squeaked, so he climbed across two rows of chests and a few sleepy offended apprentices to get to the left one, then eased it open before creeping down the hall. He was almost to the stairs when an arm snaked out of a fucking closet and grabbed his elbow as another hand covered his mouth to muffle his startled yelp.

“Sorry, sorry,” Karl whispered. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

Anders leaned into him in relief as the tension of hours of worry vanished instantly. He turned around awkwardly in the close confines, and pressed his face to Karl’s neck. “Is this part of your plan?”

He chuckled as he tightened his arms around him. “Hiding in a closet? Not exactly.” He pressed an ear to the door, then pushed it open. “I wanted to find you sooner, but Torrin - doesn’t matter. Come on.”

They snuck down the hallway together, hand in hand. No reason to pretend right now. Not when they were running around after hours. “How are we getting out?”

“We’re not.”

“Druffalo balls, you’re planning something,” Anders muttered scornfully.

“Never said I wasn’t.” Karl led him down to the main floor, and the storage caverns. “Leorah gave me a key,” he said, answering the unspoken question. “Apparently she’s afraid of spiders? So I take care of them for her twice a week.” As he pressed it into the lock, he paused and gave Anders a nervous look. “Remember the story you told me? About the firebugs?”

“Fireflies,” he corrected with a smile. “I watched them in the fields from on top of the barn with my mother.”

Karl nodded and turned the key. “I know it’s not the same, but . . .” he trailed off and he pushed the door open.

Tiny paper lanterns. Dozens of them, at least. All filled with tiny flickering wisps. Anders walked in, mesmerized, and touched one reverently. “This? This was what you were doing all day? While I was -” he stopped. Saying he was worried sick all day would be too close to the truth. He licked his lips. “Why?” Why do this? Why care? Why love me? All questions he wouldn't dare ask any more than Karl would dare answer.

“To give you a little bit of home.” Karl hadn’t moved from the doorway, and rubbed at the back of his head sheepishly. “I - it made more sense when I -”

Anders threw himself into his arms. “I love it,” he whispered. It wasn’t I love you, but it was the next best thing.

#da drunk writing circle #dragon age #anders #karl #anders x karl #kanders #pre dao #fuck the chantry #fuck templars #fluff #fluff-ish #prompt fills

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tobythewise · 6 months

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A Fenders fic written from the prompt: It's really not that complicated. From this prompt list. If you're interested in more Dragon Age fics from me, feel free to hit me with a prompt from this list <3 My plan is to just make my way down the list whenever I have a little time to write!

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Anders carefully crawls out of his tent, letting the cool night air wash over him. He wipes the sweat from his brow and lets out a long sigh.

Nightmares. Because of course he can’t have just one night out on the coast where he gets a good night’s sleep. This was one of his usual darkspawn variety and for that at least he’s glad. He doesn’t need reassurance or comfort. He’s mostly used to this brand of horror by now.

Mostly. At least, that’s what he tells himself.

Standing up straight, he stretches his arms over his head before reaching back into his tent and yanking his coat out. Wrapping it around himself, Anders makes his way over to the fire.

He sits on a log they’d dragged over by the fire when they’d first made camp. He stares down into the fire, watching the flames flicker and wane. The fire feels nice. A sharp contrast to the coldness of his nightmare.

“Nightmares?”

“Andraste’s tits!”

Anders looks up, finding Fenris sitting across from him, looking completely unimpressed. He runs a hand over the center of his chest, double checking he’s not literally having a heart attack from that scare.

“Did you really not notice my presence?”

“Sorry,” Anders murmurs. He pulls the tie from his hair, running his fingers through the strands before he ties his hair back once more. It’s something he does when he’s nervous.

“You should be more aware of your surroundings,” Fenris says, his usual glare in place. Anders rolls his eyes in response.

Staring into the fire, he listens to the sounds around them. Only the chittering of insects, Varric’s soft snores, and the crackle of the fire. As of this moment, they are safe. Plus, there’s not a darkspawn anywhere near their area. At the thought, a shiver goes through Anders. He disguises it as a chill, getting even closer to the fire.

Okay, so maybe the nightmare was worse than Anders originally admitted to himself. Maybe it was awful. Maybe it’s left him feeling offcentered and upset. Maybe he wants to get the feeling of all encompassing darkness mixed with images of blood out of his mind.

“If you get any closer to the fire you will burn yourself, mage.”

Andera doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t. His eyes dart up, staring into Fenris’ green ones.

“You’ll promise to put me out, right?”

Fenris hums. “Maybe not right away. Eventually.” Anders huffs in amusement, shaking his head. “It would make a good excuse to throw away that coat.”

Anders crosses his arms over his chest. “This coat is the height of fashion, thank you very much.”

Silence stretched between them and for once, Anders doesn’t try to fill it. It doesn’t claw at him like it normally would. He’s too caught up in what he keeps seeing behind his closed lids.

Justice offers to take over, but Anders declines, knowing that’ll only make things worse. Then he’ll be trapped in the loop of nightmare without any outward distractions. Justice understands, doing his best to send reassuring feelings. Anders appreciated the gesture.

“Were they bad?”

“Hmm? Was what bad?”

“Your nightmares.”

Anders looks away from the fire, tilting his head to the side. “Not to be a complete dick but I can’t help but ask; why do you care?”

Fenris looks away, his scowl deepening. He looks conflicted. Anders braces himself for the worst.

“It is really not that complicated,” Fenris eventually says, his voice softer than Anders is used to hearing. Sure, he’s kind to Hawke. He jokes with Varric. He has hushed talks with Sebastian. But when it comes to Anders, Fenris either avoids him or argues with him. Anders is completely blown away and he would be embarrassed by the way his mouth hangs open if he wasn’t hanging on Fenris’ every word. “I care. That is why I ask.”

“You—“ Anders stares for a long moment before rubbing at his eyes. When he opens them again, Fenris is still there, still watching him. “You care? About me? The apostate who lives in the sewer?”

Fenris simply nods. “Yes.”

“I feel like I’m dreaming,” Anders says softly, more to himself than to Fenris but of course the elf hears it.

“Do you dream of me often?”

Anders buries his face in his hands, letting out an embarrassed groan. When he peeks through the opening of his fingers, he finds Fenris watching him and if he didn’t know any better, Anders would think the look on his face is fond. But that can’t be right. Fenris hates him. Except for the fact that Fenris just said that he cared about Anders.

Anders clears his throat. “It was a darkspawn dream. The warden special.”

“It seemed worse than usual.”

“I was stuck in the Deep Roads. We were trapped. There was nothing I could do as darkspawn came at all sides. No matter what I did you all were taken down one by one. There was just so much blood.” Anders shudders, shaking himself out of the vision and turning his eyes back up to Fenris.

Only Fenris has moved. He carefully steps around the fire, sitting beside Anders. “Does it help? Knowing that we are all okay?”

Anders let out a long breath. “Yes,” he admits softly. “I can hear those two snoring and I can see that you’re here. I can see that you’re-“ his breath catches. Fuck. He was keeping it together so well!

Justice disagrees.

“I’m here.”

Feeling brave, or maybe feeling stupidly vulnerable, Anders reaches over and takes Fenris’ hand. Fenris goes still at the touch. “Is this alright?”

Fenris nods, his body relaxing again. Anders feels himself slump, his body going lax at the contact. He leans against Fenris’ side and when he’s not cussed out, he leans his head against Fenris’ shoulder. He’s thankful the elf has removed his usual spiky armor.

Fenris runs his thumb over Anders’ hand, the movement soothing. Anders’ eyes grow heavy.

“Sleep, mage. I will watch over you.”

This time when he says mage, Anders realize it’s different than how it used to be. Sometime without Anders realizing it, that had become a pet name instead of an insult. He feels a soft press of lips against the top of his head.

Justice is lulled by Fenris’ presence just the same as Anders is.

He’s not sure how he’s been so oblivious but things are suddenly becoming crystal clear. Just maybe, his feelings aren’t as one sided as he’s always felt.

“Hey, Fenris?” Anders whispers.

“Yes?”

“Thank you.”

Fenris hums, squeezing Anders hand. “Sleep now. We can talk more in the morning.”

“Promise?”

Anders swears he can hear the small smile in his voice when he says, “promise.”

#fenders #fanfic #fenders fanfic #tobywrites #hurt/comfort #nightmares #dragon age

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potatowitch · 2 years

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"fenders as a relationship would never survive past the chantry boom" you think fenris gives a shit about that? honestly?

in canon, sure, it's all "possessed mage used magic to cause large amounts of destruction in the name of mage freedom" and i can see that making fenris incredibly uncomfortable and a wee bit scared, but like. he doesn't give two shits that isabela caused the qunari invasion for entirely selfish means, he still cares about her. they still start sleeping together after that happens, which imho is a very big admission of trust on fenris' part.

so in a situation where anders and fenris care about one another enough to have worked through some of their issues vis-a-vis magic and mages and justice, and fenris knows anders well enough to trust anders is doing he's doing what he thinks is necessary, i can't see fenris being pissed about the chantry boom specifically. he'd be pissed that anders lied about it, and he'd be pissed that anders went into it fully expecting to die and leave fenris to live without him. hell, maybe he'd even be a little peeved that he's gotta ditch his mansion and upend the life he'd carved out in kirkwall, but he's not exactly a stranger to being on the run.

otherwise? they'd be fine imho. they're running off into the sunset to free mages and hunt slavers and live their best lives. anders is the one who'd have hangups over the chantry boom.

#the man detests authority and doesn't give a shit about murder. cmon.#fenders

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gatheringfiki · 4 months

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The following ficlet was written by @metztlilua based on this photoset.

Britchell, Rating TBC.

You might also be able to read this story on AO3.

If you’ve enjoyed this story, please leave a comment either in replies or on AO3. :)

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Chapter 1

The cold is something Anders isn't used to, or something he'd ever wanted to get used to. He's been looking for that stupid Yggdrasil stick for a long time now and he would be downplaying it if he said he was tired, he hates it in Norway; they only eat fish and the air feels like being tackled by a snow giant and the chicks only wear pants. He's fucking sick of it that's what it is, the month of december is Anders´s least favorite and here where he can only speak to a few English speakers; he feels just as lonely as he did in Auckland except it's harder to get into someone's pants to forget about it; not to mention the afterlife effort he has to put in to maintain his dick interested and not freeze and break off his body.

He finds a promising lead on accident while shopping for alcohol after another month of speaking to useless tourist baiters; the shop owner tells him about a forest back in the least populated regions of Norway and explains in poor English (better than Anders's absolutely UNACCEPTABLE Norwegian) that most people are scared to go into this place; thorns; dead flowers and broken three trunks line the path of whoever dares enter and no one ever comes out; especially around this time of year; he says.

It's ominous and terrifying but better than nothing, and so the blonde sets off for yet another trip to an unknown part of a country he doesn't belong to.

The end of this trip and the idea that he'll find that stupid stick becomes far more and more plausible to Anders when he tries to hire a guide and no one will go with him; not even for twice or triple what they charge and even when he tries to Bragi a poor bastard into going inside all he gets it's the man to drive him close enough; he drops him off in a town called Førresfjorden; beautiful, covered in snow and surrounded by miles and miles of freezing cold, unforgiving sea; he gets it.

The blonde has gotten tired of staring at the views if he's honest. The people there treat him nicely and lead him to the beginning of a forest, again, just pointing fingers, and as the people get sparse; the more suspicious and even pitiful looks they give Anders.

He finds his way through the last of the pavemented roads and to a very suspicious looking sign that poorly (with the water damage and plants growing near it) reads "her ligger den grønne" pointing to the tip of the forest; he thinks about pulling out his phone and translating whatever it is that the sign says but he's far more preoccupied with getting out of there and he ventures into the snow covered woods, the shadows of the three lines make it look like the grass is darker on the inside of the forest but the blonde tells himself that's impossible. The woods go for miles and miles; and he feels like he's walked for hours yet the three line and the pavement are just as close as they where at first; the mud makes it hard for him to lift his feet off the ground and the tips of his fingers are so cold it hurts him to move them “fucks sake” he mumbles as he trips over a three root that surges from the ground; barely catching himself on a three trunk and getting a cut right to the middle of his hand, his gloves didn’t help much and the stinging pain is almost as bad as the print of his bloody hand that somehow remains; sticking out like a sign inside this green and white dome; vibrant and minacious like trying to tell Anders (with his own blood) that he should turn back around. He shudders in disgust; he really does hate blood; but he’d rather see it than die of an infection so he ties his hand with a piece of rag that squishes blood drops out of it; calling the attention of something in the woods as Anders keeps walking.

It’s definitely been a few hours (or at least it feels like that thanks to the general darkness that accompanies the forest) when he stops walking again; afraid he's gotten lost and too tired to move, he takes a second to sit in the nearest rock; somehow drier and not covered in moss like the rest; his hand stings and his stomach growls announcing to anders that he should have had breakfast.

he huffs out annoyed mumbling to himself “not now” looking up at the sky and rolling his back to ease the tension, he finally notices the tree lines stop like in a pattern; a circle where nothing grows; not even grass and the threes are so tall that it looks like its night even tho Anders's watch marks 2 pm; he gets up carefully from the rock; inspecting his wrinkled map and huffing confused; he makes a small turn in his own place trying to understand where he came from; then he waits for a sign of some sorts; maybe a stream or a bird, the silence hits him so hard it is scary; every step reverberates thru the clearing and every breath out of his mouth is like a scream drowned in the wind; he'd think it was somewhat peaceful if it wasn't because that second it hits him

He's lost

Oh so terribly lost; no signal on his phone, no guide, and his map doesn't even show that part of the forest since no one dares enter; he tries to turn back to where he started but no matter which route he takes he always ends up in the same place right in the middle of the circle of..well nothing. He makes a desperate attempt to call for help but his voice gets drowned by the threes; the wind, an unprecedented wind by the way; that the blonde has no idea where it came from or how could it even pass thru the neatly (way to neat) and tightly arranged threes starts to hit him from both sides as he runs around yelling for help; the wind blows on his ears and even starts to push him; lifting leaves and sticks of the ground making it difficult for Anders to see anything but dark green and the snow that circles him menacingly; he puts his hands crossed over in front of him as to not get hit by anything in the face; growing more desperate

“Stop; Stop it. Now!” He yells to the air, not sure what else to do. The tremor in his voice makes it hard to get Bragi’s words out but the wind stops altogether; finally allowing the blonde to open his eyes to what he feels is a poor tasted prank. When he finally puts his hands down; he’s in a different forest; the leaves are all light green and the flowers blossom around him in a tapestry of colors; the sun beams bright making him squint his eyes, mildly grateful for the heat but knowing damn well it wasn't this warm a second ago he looks around confused;; the circle of threes, the rick and the center of dead dirt are nowhere to be seen; now it's just him and the flowers; the grass up to his knees and a small waterfall that leads to a stream.

He is SO fucking lost, no doubt.

#submission #Gathering 12 Days 2023 #Britchell #Mitchers

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high-dragon-bait · 1 year

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Can you do Anders/Sera if you're still taking requests?

Interesting combo! Never thought of how these two would interact before. I just kinda put them in a blank room and rotated them in my mind until they started talking.

This is my first banter in a long time and I'm not very proud of it, but something has to break the ice. Hope you enjoy!

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Anders: Do any of your "Jennys" help mages?

Sera: Some do, I guess. Not my place to be asking everyone everywhere how they run their everything.

Anders: Do you?

Sera: Wha- no! Sparkle magic fire business not any of my business.

Anders: But you talk all about helping the "little people." People no one else wants to help. Who nobility would rather ignore. Who fits that better than a mage?

Sera: No, no you're full of it. You can't think a mage is "little people"?

Anders: Why not? A mage has no freedom, no family, no say at all in their lives.

Sera: And a big tower with walls and a roof. Where they get a beds and bellies full of soup. And big men with big swords keeping them safe from everything that wants to gobble up their little mage butts.

Anders: "Big men with big swords"? Is that a templar?

Sera: And fire coming out of their fingers! Little people don't do that.

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Anders: Templars aren't there to keep mages safe.

Sera: Why they there then?

Anders: To keep mages scared.

Sera: Yeah. Same thing.

Anders: What?

Sera: Keeping them scared and keeping them safe. If they’re too scared talk to demons, then there’s no demons, if there’s no demons, then they’re safe. It's one thing.

Anders: You of all people can't think that's right!

Sera: Never said that. Just said its what they do.

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Sera: You're Varric's guy?

Anders: Varric's... what?

Sera: You're the guy who did the big 'splosion in the city? That was you?

Anders: Uh. Yes. That was me.

Sera: Piss-breath!

Anders: That's... kinder than most reactions I get, honestly.

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Anders: Sera-

Sera: Nuh-uh! You don't talk! You shut your mouth and stay away!

Anders: Not that our conversations were productive but really? I'm "Varric's guy" and not worth pestering anymore?

Sera: You killed people!

Anders: What do you do with your bow?

Sera: No. No, no, you don't do that. I never stuck an arrow in anyone who didn't deserve it.

Anders: I wish we were all so lucky, Sera, I really do.

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Sera: Can't believe you asked me if mages are little people when you're you.

Anders: Oh, you're talking to me. Good.

Sera: You blew up a Chantry full of little people! Burned them up! Squished them! All cause your circle cushions weren't fluffy enough!

Anders: I'm sorry. I am.

Sera: Shut up.

Anders: I tried for years to it peacefully, no one listened. I realized I had to do something they couldn't ignore.

Anders (Cont): The rebellion was a long time coming. If hadn’t been me, it would’ve been someone else.

Sera: But it was you. So piss off.

#Dragon Age #Sera #Anders #fake banter #i don't like this but I need to get it out of my inbox so I can move ooooooooooooooooon

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Hemlo I was on the bus today and was wondering about how darling Alexis was turned into a vampire can you shed some light on this perhaps maybe :)???

Hiii!!

Ya absolutely I can shed some light on this! But I'm afraid it's a pretty depressing series of events :c poor sweet darling Alexis Anders

Here is a short but tragic answer, and then a lil about what immediately follows, tw for brief talk of suicidality, coercion and animal death -

Alex was turned entirely by accident. wrong place wrong time :c

When it was 17 it was attacked by a starving vampire, one who was confused and alone n had been struggling not to hurt anyone, a schoolteacher named Amanda Fies. There was no thought behind the attack, it was just a total loss of control

A hunter stepped in before Amanda could drain Alex (Zeke's old mentor - hi Niamh!) and killed Amanda thus "saving" Alex. Truth be told, she was absolutely about to move on to killing Alex next, knowing it would turn due to its injuries. However, people showed up before she could finish the job and were all like "aaa we heard screaming oh my god that child is bleeding someone call an ambulance", so Alex was whisked away to hospital instead to deal with its blood loss and wounds

Alex dealt with the usual onset of symptoms - sunlight sensitivity, intrusive thoughts, paranoia, isolation, sensory overload, sudden bloodlust - and turned around a week later, when it accidentally killed [REDACTED] who it considered a friend and mentor and who was only there to try and help :c Whole thing is very sad and awful, Alex had a big ol' crisis about it of course and carries a severe amount of guilt, it was a terrible thing to have to go through

Alex spends its early vampire days confused and alone, all the while Niamh is attempting to track down this mystery kid she didn't get a chance to kill. She eventually catches up with Alex a few weeks later, after it had spent some time feeding on animals to try and keep from harming humans

Niamh sits and talks with Alex for a bit, and gently explains that while it can subsist on animal blood for a while, it can't survive solely on animal blood and eventually it will cave to its thirst and kill a human, and it doesn't want that, right? After all, the fact that it's even trying to live off animal blood and is willing to sit and have a civil conversation with a hunter proves it's one of the Good Ones, anyone can see that, smile? Doesn't it want to be a good person and not a monster? Doesn't it understand the only good and moral and kind thing it can do is die? Come on, it won't hurt at all, Niamh is very good with a knife, and this is The Only Right Thing To Do, Alex Knows That, Right?

So um. Yes Niamh very politely but VERY aggressively tries to persuade Alex to just peacefully let her murder it and Alex very nearly listens to her, but its nerve breaks at the last minute, possibly due to its heightened vampiric instinct for self-preservation kicking into overdrive, or possibly just because Alex is a frightened confused kid who doesn't want to die, n Alex bolts

Alex more or less abandons its entire life and skips town shortly after, scared of being tracked down by Niamh again or hurting the ones it loves. Vanishes without a trace as best it can. Then we reach the parts of Alex's story that I've already talked about, where it hops from place to place and attempts to only feed on Bad People and Criminals (and struggles with this because hardly any of the humans Alex can actually access are Bad and Criminals for funsies :c), then it goes to the wilderness for a while and tries to fight god, then it meets Quinn, yada yada

But uhhh yeah!!! yeah the tale of Alex turning is not a fun one unfortunately :(((

But!!! Of course 30-year-old Alex is in a much better place!! even if it still has a lot of work to do with its mental health!! Young Alex has a rough go of it but it's not all doom and gloom I promise

I will let the lad be happy <3333

#a rental car takes a left down rake street and disappears #alex...... giving it a leetle kis on the forehead #alex's backstory is. sad. i apologise for this

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Curious about the Hellman Fic 👀

The Hellman fic is part of Rooney's AU where they have the Relic in their head. The game requires you to find Anders Hellman, the bioengineer who helped steer the Relic project and might be able to provide more information about how to get it out of your head.

This fic starts after the mission where Rooney is interrogating Hellman alone. Hellman is scared, afraid that Rooney might be there on Yorinobu's behalf to do his bidding. Rooney convinces him that they are not there on anyone's behalf except their own, and they just want information from Hellman, who tells them what he can. After they interrogate Hellman, Rooney hides him with a few friends from their days in the militia, opting to not give him to Takemura or Yorinobu. (With Yorinobu, it's more of a 'I need to know what you're planning to do with him' before handing him over.) Despite Hellman being responsible for the Relic, Rooney doesn't hate him and doesn't wish to see him harmed. They're also a little bothered by the fact that everyone assumes that Rooney would just do whatever Yorinobu says, no matter how much it would go against their own moral code.

Anyway, here is a snippet:

“Hello Anders, I apologize for knocking you out, but it was necessary that you and I talk,” Rooney coldly states, watching the bioengineer carefully as he awakes. Hellman jolts up in his seat, eyes wide as he realizes who is in front of him. Johnny glitches into the corner of their vision, surveying Hellman. “Damn Shepard,” Johnny gloats, watching Hellman shake, “You really fucking scare this guy. We should go intimidate Corpos more often.” Rooney ignores Johnny as Hellman finally speaks. “You must be Commander Rooney Shepard. I heard about Arasaka’s project involving you, Commander.” “I’m a civilian now,” They clarify, “You can refer to me as Shepard. But we’re not here to talk about me. We’re here to talk about your work with the Relic Project.” Hellman shrinks in his seat. “Has Yorinobu Arasaka sent you?” Rooney tilts their head, feigning ignorance. “There was gossip that you were close with each other, very close.” Rooney remembers the rumors, many of them insulting. “I’m not here on Yorinobu’s behalf; I’m here of my own volition.”

#kate answers asks #the rooney fic tag #kate writes #This is a little rough #but it's still in the first draft stages #commander rooney shepard #I won't let fear compromise who I am #this fic is gonna be very rough for Rooney #because they're dealing with everyone's expectations of them #and their ongoing betrayal by hiding the Relic in their head

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(This may send twice but: if honey is not biological enough for you - dendrochronology is the study of usung tree rings to make a timeline through history. You have to match tree species and location and we have some floating chronogies but this lets us know about historical seasons and weather and droughts!)

(Set in the Tiefling Percy AU <3)

Anders’ animate armor hacked off the crown of one of Percival’s horns. He did not duck, hardly flinched - was just dragged back a moment by the momentum. The spike of - bone? keratin? Vex did not know what it was made of - clattered to the floor.

The back of Anders’ skull and most of his teeth and half his jaw joined it, not long after.

It’s maybe the first time Vex has actually, truly thought Percy looked like a monster.

Nothing to do with him being a tiefling - most of him was hidden, is the thing. His pale grey-white skin is made black leather by his beaked visage. No black eye and gunmetal sclera visible behind the flat glass pupils affixed by bronze clasps. The gloves are designed to hide his claws and do the job just fine here, with Anders’ blood licking up to his coatsleeves. The white hair - that has to be a tiefling thing, to see it on he and Zahra both - is still striking white, which is almost worse. With how much choking black wafts from him, it should be sootstained. That it’s not -

The smoke curls up past the birdlike mask, the barest hint of his chin’s spike turning it prehistoric, primeval. It catches on the horns, spiraling off in different directions at their behest. Split as such, the smoke almost forms grim wings unfurling from his head.

It’s not him she’s scared of (scared of hits faintly in the back of her head, rickochets there). It’s this - this creature he’s masquerading as.

There’s still these clanking, screaming masses of metal doing their very best to kill them.

So she only just has time to grab his hand, squeeze until she feels the claws pricking through his gloves.

“Percival, how are you?”

“Fine,” he growls. In Abyssal, the smoke blooming darker on his exhale. Oh, dear.

“Darling,” says Vex, “take the mask off.”

And it’s back to the fray.

It falls not a moment later.

There’s a moment to breathe, after.

Mostly because Cassandra took five rapid steps back, away from Percy, when he moved to embrace her. Towards the half-elf she had just met, covered in blood. Away from her brother.

She finds him in the hall, staring at the smokebomb Ripley had so kindly left them.

“Percy?” Vex murmurs, taking his hand again. Flinches when he jerks it away, the claws digging into his waistcoat. Settles for repeating, echoing: “Are you alright?”

She half expects another fine or another you’ll know if I’m not. She does not expect any demonic guttering, not with the mask hanging at his hip.

“No,” he rasps, instead (in Common). “No, I am - she’s - they did this to me” - a hiss of breath, a hint of bared fang - “and my own sister sees me for the monster I am.”

“No monster would be this broken over the thought, darling.” She reaches up, carefully, to touch his horns. Pull his head down by this hold to rest against her shoulder. “It’ll be alright. You’re both alive, and the Briarwoods won’t be for long, and there will be time to clear things up later, alright?”

Percy only offers a sigh - arms limp at his side, unwilling to hug her back. So Vex just brushes her fingers through his hair, sorting out the mess it’s become so it drapes more artfully adopt his horns in the style he fancies -

and she pauses.

“I know this isn’t the time,” Vex murmurs, “but you have growth rings in your horns, Percy.”

He chuckles, amused by her curiosity. “Do I, now?”

Vex can’t resist running her fingers over the plane of the cut - it’s not quite smooth, due to the ax blade responsible, but the bands of darker and lighter color are there. “Mmmhm.”

“What do they look like?”

She pauses. Gently tilts his head more, so she can get a better look.

“They only start towards the outside -”

This more uniform core, she thinks it means it all grew at once. Lines up with his claim that he became a tiefling suddenly - if these horns had been growing since childhood, they should be ringed throughout.

“- and then a few slivers. Barely rings at all. Maybe one, two?”

Bad years, she surmises. The ones that leave young bucks malnourished and shaky-legged, saplings investing all their energy into survival, not growth. It strikes her how young he is, still.

“And then?” he prompts, the scarcest request to her padded armor. To the bloodstains there.

Vex grins, runs her thumb over the gradients. “Nice, healthy horn. So your time with us has been good to you, darling.”

She pauses.

Counts the rings.

And again.

“Percy?”

“Hm?”

“I’m counting three, maybe four,” she says. “This - this didn’t happen to you while you were under Ripley’s care.”

The last whisper of smoke grins at her.

(Send me a prompt and I’ll write a ficlet, a HC or an AU idea + share the science fact that inspired the prompt!)

#prompt #fic prompt #birthday prompt game #tiefling!percy #perc'ahlia #percahlia #vex'ahlia #cr vex #cr fanfic #critical role fanfiction #percy de rolo #percival de rolo #check out my tiefling!percy tag for more of this hot hot bastard au uwu

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PM666Reads - Fic Recs - March 2023

March was a bit of a shit show. I won’t get into the specifics but I didn’t read as much as I’d have liked. I have also tried to create this post 3 times and dumblr deleted the whole thing so here goes nothing.

Thank you to all the authors who shared their works and helped me escape for a while.

Fic Title - Author - Summary & warnings (if any) copied from author original post.

Dean Winchester

💟All Out of Options - @julesthequirky - Warnings: Angst

💟Run To You (Chapter 12) - @deanwinchesterswitch - The pair are a filthy, sweaty mess. Kasey surprises Dean with an unexpected gift. Warnings: Language; Here, there be smut; and lots of it.

💟Rumors (series) - @deanwinchesterswitch - Fear and anger forced them apart. Pain and regret kept them separated. An opportunity arises to repair the damage when a well-meaning friend pushes them into a reunion. Yet, rumors threaten to tear them apart for good. Warnings: 18+ Angst; Some fluff; Dean being Dean; Language; Mentions of smut; Mentions of sex work (nothing detailed); Canon divergence. Parts 3 and 4 contain descriptions of high emotional distress; possible triggers.

💟Use Me - @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior - You'll do anything to make Dean's nightmares go away. Warnings/Explicit 18+: Bit of smut, mostly angst, so - smangst. Nothing too crazy. Implied, future smut, nakedness, featuring Dean's mouth.

💟Even Better Than Pie - @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior - Y/N knows just how to make Dean smile. Warnings: None really. Kissing. Implied smut. Smidge of angst. Pretty much, all fluff.

💟Catch Me - @justagirlinafandomworld - Song Prompt from Unclaimed Love Songs: Arms by Christina Perri

Bucky Barnes

💟And The World Shifted - @girl-next-door-writes - Panic attacks are terrifying, even if you are a 100 year old super soldier. Luckily for Bucky, he doesn’t have to deal with them alone.

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

💟Exile - @writercole - Warnings: Very angsty. Breakup.

Sam Winchester + Dean Winchester (no wincest)

💟Tattered: Growing Pains (ongoing series) - @stusbunker - Warnings, etc: Dean has discovered he’s into her being pregnant. Sam and Dean tag-team smut. Oral, knotting, there’s lots of bodily fluids, but also a bath tub. Breeding kink, possessive and jealous Alphas. Nesting, pregnancy problems.

Jensen Ackles

💟Dominion - @deanwinchesterswitch - image drabble

Dragon Age

💟When All Else Fades (AO3) - @slytherkins - "Hawke's gone. I'm so sorry."No matter how many times he read those words, Fenris refused to believe it. Hawke might be gone, but Hawke wasn't dead. Despite the pity in the eyes of everyone he turned to for help, Fenris could feel it. Hawke was alive, and Fenris was determined to save him.Which left him no choice but to turn to the one man he knew would understand, who might help. Too bad he fucking hated Anders. And the feeling was mutual.

Supernatural x Good Omens

💟Untitled - @misha-moose-dean-burger-lover - So I want a fanfic crossover. Supernatural and Good Omens. Good omens Gabriel is scaring Sam Winchester shitless. So Spn Gabriel fights the snobbie bastard

Sam Winchester

💟Half Timing, Half Luck - @justagirlinafandomworld - Soulmate AU where the first words you speak to your soulmate are tattooed on their body.

#PM666Reads #fic recs #supernatural #dragon age #good omens #top gun #top gun maverick #fic rec #read these

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Direction – Thirty-Two | Hunt x HWU MC (Danielle)

Summary: After finding out that footage of their kiss is all over the internet, Danielle and Thomas see for themselves what damage has been done. Separately.

Words: 1100+

❥ Previous Chapter: Thirty-One ❥ Moodyvalentine’s Masterlist

It was not a blurry photo shot with a phone from far away like Danielle would have suspected. In fact, what was attached to the article Chris was showing her on his phone was not a photo at all but an entire video that revealed much more than a simple photograph would have. Danielle watched it a second time and then a third. She’d felt, in the moment, that the kiss had been much too short but, according to what she saw on the screen now, it had lasted a lot longer than she’d thought. After her fourth watch, Danielle finally scrolled past the video to read the article.

EXCLUSIVE FOOTAGE! Actress Danielle Allen and director Thomas Hunt seen kissing passionately on the set of their new movie! Could this be the reason Hunt is back in the director’s chair after so many years?

She scrolled further down and, oh yes, it was bad. Below the first lines of text, there was the photograph of her and Hunt at Sundance, which certainly looked a lot worse now. He had only put his hand on her shoulder when he’d given her some advice about the situation with Anders Stone, and everyone had simply thought it was just a professor who was proud of his student’s achievements, but now…

Danielle knew the next few lines would be speculation about whether something had happened when she’d still been his student, and she was right. The next words were very much not kind towards Hunt, and she really wished she could talk to him right now. But he said he needed time, and considering his life may have just been ruined, Danielle was going to respect that.

“Look, this sucks right now, but we both know what they’re saying there isn’t true. And since there’s no evidence, this might just blow over,” Chris tried to console her.

Danielle cringed. “I’m not so sure about that.”

“What do you mean? We were together when you were at HWU, you wouldn’t have—”

“Oh, no, God, no!” she interrupted him. He was still watching her skeptically, and she sighed. “I never cheated on you, Chris, and certainly not with Hunt.”

Chris visibly relaxed at that. “So what is there to worry about?”

She really had no choice but to come clean about the entire thing now, did she? “Montmartre. We have worry Montmartre to worry about.” He gave her a puzzled look, and Danielle continued, “He’s been blackmailing me, and Hunt, too. There are some… pictures that look like we were closer than we really were, and… especially with this now…”

“Shit.”

“Yes. Shit.”

As if the TMZ article hadn’t been bad enough, Thomas decided to subject himself to something infinitely worse – he opened Twitter for the first time in a few months to see just how much damage this had already done. He was, unfortunately, not at all surprised to see that both of their names were trending. It did not escape his notice that Danielle’s name was higher on the list of trends than his own, but his dwindling prominence was an issue for another day. Thomas sighed, then closed the app before looking at any of the tweets. He did not need to do that to himself today.

As soon as he was ready to put his phone aside for the time being, another call came through. This time, it was his publicist. Thomas was almost scared to answer the call – now, he would have to come clean about the images that were still out there and could turn this entire thing into even more of a PR nightmare than it already was.

“Hello Lena, I’m—”

She immediately interrupted him. “Is it true?”

“What do you think?”

Lena sighed on the other end of the line. “Did you or did you not have a sexual relationship with one of your students?”

“Of course not!” he exclaimed, feeling rather offended that she would even consider that a possibility. “This is... not what it looks like.”

“Well, Thomas, unfortunately it is my job to be concerned with what things look like, so we’ve got a bit of a problem here.”

“I can see that.” He swallowed hard. “And you’re not going to like what I’m about to tell you.”

“Save your breath, I already know about your little problem with Viktor Montmartre.”

“How—”

“I’ve contacted Danielle Allen’s team before calling you and, clearly, she’s got a lot more sense than you do and actually talks to the people trying to protect her image.”

So much for Danielle not talking to anyone about this. But, he supposed, the people she surrounded herself with professionally had always been trustworthy – Montmartre notwithstanding. “I was handling it.”

“Oh, I’m sure you were,” Lena said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “You better be thankful the girl seems to have a soft spot for you.”

Thomas furrowed his brow. “What do you mean?”

“She went against the wishes of her team when she went along with the blackmail. Obviously, she was advised to release what she had because, and I’m sure I don’t have to tell you that, she’s got a lot less to lose than you do. And from what I’ve heard, there’s no reason she shouldn’t have done that.”

So much for her team being trustworthy. He couldn’t fault them, though. To an outsider, the way he’d treated her up until a few days ago would certainly warrant not being all too considerate towards him. In fact, had their roles been reversed, he wasn’t sure he wouldn’t have taken the easy way out.

Thomas should probably go speak to her. For what felt like the millionth time by now, he told himself it was not solely her fault this was happening, even if it might be less damaging to her career than to his.

“Look, I’m going to keep working with her team and try to figure out how to handle this situation,” Lena said when Thomas didn’t react to her last statement. “Stay off of social media for now, and don’t talk to anyone. If you deny now, and the other material comes out, it’s going to look so much worse for you. I’ll be in touch.”

Just when Danielle got off the call with Ethan, who had informed her of the PR strategy her team had come up with so far – which consisted of her and Hunt keeping their fucking mouths shut – there was a knock on the door. Chris went to open it, and Danielle was surprised to see Hunt standing there. Even bigger was her surprise when he spoke.

“I believe we still have some important matters to discuss.”

Tags: @trappedinfanfiction @oneemofungirl @alleksa16 @hopelessromantic1352 @silversparrow1112 @alj4890 @lilyoffandoms

#hwu #hwu hunt #professor hunt #hollywood u #hollywood u: rising stars #red carpet diaries #choices #playchoices

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