#can someone give frost a flaming hot girlfriend

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poor frost

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x #kuai liang #hanzo hasashi #tomas vrbada #bi han #noob saibot #mk frost #noobsmoke #kuaizo #subscorp #bitomas #mkx #also this is noob saibot and smoke but theyre both humans #i know theres been two new games but im still stuck on mkx forever and ever and ever #except i am stealing kuai from 11 and bi han from 1 i really like their designs. they look excellent #can someone give frost a flaming hot girlfriend #that is all thank you good bye

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Haikyuu!! Fic Recs (BokuAka)

Fic Recs Masterpost

So, I was thinking about the coronavirus pandemic and what I could do to help people out. I’m isolated because I’m at higher risk, so I can’t really offer to go out for my elderly neighbors or my family… but I thought I could try to help keep people entertained.

Because I don’t have an AO3 account right now, I’ve been compiling fic recs for my own amusement for a year or so. And I thought – maybe that’s the time to share these with everyone? So everyone will have plenty of things to read while they have to stay at home, or even to escape anxiety a little bit if you’re forced to go out.

Of course, these cater to my own tastes, so you may find stuff you don’t like around here. I never include works in progress. The Mature and Explicit works will be in italic. I ask you to READ THE WORK’S TAGS before continuing, so you won’t find anything that makes you uncomfortable.

I’ve decided to split it in a series of posts, starting with my OTPs. This time it’s BokuAka’s turn!

cookies and cream, by norio

Some people might tell Akaashi that he couldn't bake his worries away.

But some people haven't dated Bokuto Koutarou.

dozens of red roses, by norio

“And what’s the boyfriend getting for Bokuto’s birthday?” Kuroo asked, mirthful grin on his face.

“Oh,” Akaashi said, distracted by the magazine. “The next time he visits the dentist, I’ll pay for half what the insurance doesn’t cover.”

The silence dropped around the store like a chilling and killing frost.

i put my hand out, unfolded, into the sunlight, by carafin

In which Bokuto Kotarou is woefully inept at conveying his feelings, and Akaashi Keiji has a sort-of superpower. Sort of.

-

Next to him, Komi is chewing his cupcake dutifully, albeit with obvious effort. Washio has assumed a completely neutral expression on his face, although Akaashi thinks that his eyes might be watering. Sarukui, having seemingly demolished the entire thing out of sheer willpower alone, looks like he deeply regrets every single choice that has led to this precise moment in his life.

‘It isn’t too bad, huh?’ Bokuto says, grinning. ‘I made them in our school colours, so they’re like, marbled black and white chocolate swirls! Do you guys want more?’

Sarukui looks like he might pass out at the thought alone. Komi pauses mid-chew to shake his head weakly.

‘I’ll have more,’ Akaashi says, to the general astonishment of everyone.

better than spy films, by dalyeau

Akaashi knocks Bokuto out and Bokuto falls in love. Kuroo laughs about it.

Maybe We’re Airborne, Baby, by fathomfive

Realizing he's got it bad for his setter is the easy part. But getting his feelings across might be Bokuto's biggest endeavor yet, not counting his literature final or putting out the flames on that birthday cake he tried to bake for Akaashi last year, or—or a lot of things, actually.

But the point still stands. Reaching out to Akaashi is a leap in the dark, and Bokuto wants it more than he's ever wanted anything. He's an expert at seizing his perfect moment, at bringing victory home against the odds. So he's got this, right? It's gonna go great, right? Right?

(After all, it's what you attempt with your own two hands that matters.)

heavy heart, a love apart, by drifloon

(802): Our sex has gotten so much better since we broke up.

Character Development, by silvercistern

"That’s some kinda gratitude. What happened to my painfully polite little brother? I get the ideal guy to take you to prom, and you act like he's not even here!"

"I doubt I’d let him take me to the hospital if I were bleeding to death."

Keiji needs a date. Bokuto needs dating lessons. Nothing could possibly go wrong.

prepare for rain, by norio

“First you must make a delicious bowl of tea; lay the charcoal so the water boils; arrange the flowers as they are in the field; in the summer suggest coolness, in the winter, warmth; do everything ahead of time; prepare for rain; and give those with whom you find yourself every consideration.”

- Sen no Rikyu

cracks in the pavement will lead you home, by deusreks

Bokuto often thinks about Akaashi, especially when he’s running. It’s like his legs know where they’re supposed to take him. He grows into a habit of running a lot, just to keep that feeling going. Cracks and holes in the pavement aren’t fun to jump over if the final reward isn’t seeing Akaashi’s face.

An alternate universe with a little bit of magic and a lot of growing up.

il mio ragazzo falso, by Karasuno Volleygays

With his grandparents’ fiftieth wedding anniversary looming fast and large, Akaashi finds himself urged to bring a date and not quite to the point where his family knows that said date will not be of the female variety.

At some point, he has to decide which will be the least frightening prospect — braving coming out to his family or endure Operation: Find Keiji A Girlfriend 2k15.

And why is the only person he can think of to drag along to this thing his overly-spirited volleyball captain?

#someonepleasesaveakaashi

right in the head, by Mysecretfanmoments

That was the other thing: when Keiji had said he wanted to make his way home, Bokuto had agreed—as if it didn’t matter where they went. He hadn’t said "we should look for a community" or "there’s probably nothing there anymore".

He’d just asked which way.

((the bokuaka zombie au literally no one asked for))

how to become a birder, by norio

“Since I’m Bokuto,” Bokuto said, giving an unnecessarily meaningful look, “You know what I want, right? It’ll be easy! You take pictures of me, I turn them in, my professor says I’m the smartest genius, I graduate, I go play pro, I win the Olympics.”

The World’s Best Kept Secret, by kythen

The struggles of keeping a relationship a secret (when it really isn't a secret at all).

third wheel, by arsenicjay

"So you and Bokuto, huh?"

Akaashi's attention snaps back to Kuroo and he gives the other boy a blank stare. "What about us?"

Or, Kuroo figures out that Bokuto is interested in Akaashi long before Bokuto does himself and being the kind friend that he is, tries to help them along.

cherished, by gabstar

Bokuto tends to panic when Akaashi expresses discomfort or concern. Akaashi didn't need that. Akaashi was better off handling this alone.

((In which Bokuto's love sick, Akaashi's sick-sick, and together they feel a little better))

Kissing Ace, by Karasuno Volleygays

It happens right after training camp.

Akaashi Keiji has a secret he has guarded since he was a child. He won’t go so far as to call it a fear, but more of an aspect of himself of which he is horribly mortified. No one on the team knows about it, and Akaashi does his best to keep it that way. But years of dodging hugs and casual contact come to naught in the blink of an eye and the swipe of a hand.

legs killed the owl, by dalyeau

He's not smiling anymore an hour later, after he's fucked up four perfect spikes that Akaashi tossed carefully for him because he's too distracted by the lean, elegant line of Akaashi's legs, kneepads dark against the white of Fukurodani's gym.

tea-stained polaroids, by dalyeau

“I'm gonna date that,” Bokuto declares solemnly, and Kuroo throws a plastic spoon at his head. 

owls, by ThinkingCAPSLOCK

It was no secret that Bokuto genuinely loved owls, considering his locker was full of them, but Akaashi kept his own like of the animal very low key.

How Bokuto found out otherwise, he didn't know.

all lost souls, by norio

Not again, Akaashi thought. But he had never seen this sight before.

run rabbit run, by norio

Rule #1: Don't hurt Akaashi. Rule #2: Don't taint Akaashi. Rule #3: Don't involve Akaashi. Rule #4: Don't damage Akaashi. Rule #5 (optional): Try not to destroy yourself.

gwah, bam and swoosh, by dalyeau

When Bokuto meets Kageyama the first thing he thinks is, No five year old should be able to scowl like that.

Or be that tall.

Then, Shit, his dad is really hot.

Spoiled, by gabstar

Akaashi desperately needs a new mattress and he drags his loyal, loving, and very loud boyfriend with him.

omam verse, by shionsheart

Though some may believe they're monsters, those closest to them know they're just men learning how to love in this world of magic, demons, and faeries.

i’ll return home one day, by awkwardedgeworth

"Bro," He asks Kuroo out of the blue one day when they're toweling their hair dry, "What if Sawamura is halfway across the world and he only comes home seven times a year for around four days each?"

"I would consider every moment a blessing. You got it bad for Akaashi already?"

"I just wish you would introduce us sooner."

Or, wherein Akaashi is a world famous violinist, Kuroo introduces him to future Olympian-to-be Bokuto Koutarou. And Bokuto pines. A lot.

morning owls, by norio

Most of the time, if Bokuto woke up first, he would shake Akaashi awake. Sometimes he would bake sloppy pancakes for breakfast in bed, and sometimes he would sit on Akaashi's waist.

And sometimes he did not.

Insomniac Olympics, by Aetherdrive

Akaashi never thought he could inspire anyone, let alone an artist -- and then he met Bokuto.

counterclockwise, by miiniwa

How they had gone from point a to point b in such a short amount of time, he doesn't know. But as he dwells on it, he realizes that he doesn't exactly mind.

if kisses were fishes, then i’d be an ocean, by norio

Akaashi needs a fake date partner, so he grabs the first person he sees.

the way you look at me, by ThinkingCAPSLOCK

Bokuto sees him every day, every commute, at the final train. The stranger he only knows as Train Guy. Wrapped in coats, mystery, and distance - that is, until Bokuto breaks their familiar silence. He struggles with the hardest part of befriending someone he thinks he already knows: taking a step back to reevaluate all his assumptions.

He finds the easiest part is getting to learn about Train Guy all over again.

#haikyuu!! #bokuaka #bokuto koutarou #akaashi keiji #fic recs #please warn me if any links are broken #and reblog it if you can so more people will see it #otp: we are the protagonists of the world

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

hey! thank you for everything that you do! you are awesome. im just wondering if you any fic were Stiles is fae? thank you!

We sure do. - Anastasia

till the moon has taken flight (to the waters and the wild) by WindyRein

(5/10 I 1,426 I Not Rated I Steter)

It's not fair! But he knows already that life isn't fair, doesn't he? He can feel the bitter smile curling his lips.He, if there is such a thing anymore, floats and is torn apart and doesn't exist. (but that would be kind, wouldn't it?)

Bloody Secrets by cywscross

(1/1 I 3,085 I Teen I Steter)

Stiles has silver in his veins.

Peter could’ve done without finding out this way though.

Somewhere to Start by Lissadiane

(1/1 I 3,352 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles has always known that he isn't quite human - the plant life that tends to sprout around him whenever he gets upset or excited gives it away. He's never really fit in among the regular people in Beacon Hills and is determined to wait it out, go to college, and find somewhere to belong. He's forced to abandon those plans, however, after he desperately agrees to enter into an arranged marriage to save his father's life.

An arranged marriage with an angry, sometimes furry dude with trust issues. It's all very Beauty and the Beast, without the singing candlesticks.

Dance Under the Moonlight by Therapeutic_Steter

(2/2 I 3,440 I Mature I Steter)

Fae!Stiles saving Peter from Pack's stupidity and washing his hands of them. Please?

The Other Side by Green

(1/1 I 3,769 I Explicit I Steter)

Stiles doesn't know anything about his father, only what his mother told him, that he's human. Despite her words, Stiles has had his doubts. So when the queen sends him through the veil, he's nervous and isn't sure what to think.

Seven Years Falling by InfiniteAlexisA

(1/1 I 3,880 I Not Rated I Sterek)

“I don’t mean to!” Derek yelled throwing his hands in the air.“DON’T YELL AT ME!” Stiles screeched, his entire body going up in flames.This is what Derek gets for dating a fire elemental.

we're not so different (you and i) by colferstilinski

(1/1 I 5,621 I Explicit I Sterek)

For many of the fairies that lives here, Utopia is their sanctuary—haven, in other words—and why shouldn't it be? It never rains on this stretch of meadow, the clouds in the skies always pink with interest and it smells like the breaking of spring every dawn and dusk.

Stiles detest it, the least to say.

It’s too much and he hates swinging along with the status quo with the other fairies. Yeah, with their blooming shades of colours and the shimmering, silken tunics they don on and fuck, the limitless sparkles. There’s even a new trend going on with the younger generation where they gather allium blooms to form a flower crown, oh—with added glitter!—and it makes Stiles wants to roll his eyes.

-

Or the fic in which Stiles is a fairy and wants to escape the horrendous, boring world of fairyland to have an adventure. And by adventure, he means meeting Derek. The plant. Or... not-so plant.

Cold Iron by the_problem_with_stardust

(5/5 I 5,641 I Teen I Sterek)

Derek thought the disaster that ended with Kate Argent almost burning down his family home was a relationship worst-case scenario. So, when Dr. Deaton reveals that his current girlfriend is not what she seems, Derek is ready to swear off romance forever. In an attempt to escape his well-meaning (but insanely overbearing) family, Derek volunteers to take over remodeling the small cottage that was left to the Hale siblings in his grandmother’s will. Connemara is nothing like California, and Derek feels like his luck just might be looking up.

salt and a waltz by The Byger (Byacolate)

(1/1 I 7,433 I Explicit i Sterek)

"Not that lubed-up Q-tips aren’t the sexiest thing in the world, but I kinda want to know what it’s like, you know. To be impaled on your huge dick without actually being impaled.”

“It was about to get sexy there, but you shot the mood right in the face.”

In which Stiles is a faerie and Derek is sick and tired of not being able to fuck him.

Don't You Wanna Be My Sky? by WhoNatural

(1/1 I 9,420 I General I Sterek)

Stiles got ratted out by the Realm Guard for sneaking off with Scott a total of seven times before his dad buckled, promising sabbatical once Stiles reached Faehood, and enough Earth culture in the meantime to have him talking like a born-and-bred Californian teenager.

He just didn’t have the tan.

(Or, in which Stiles is a Frost Fae sent to the Earth Realm on the Fae version of Rumspringa and immediately falls head-first into a Coffee Shop AU)

No Love in Idleness by Elpie (Horribibble)

(2/2 I 11,687 I Explicit I Sterek)

Stiles is the sole grandchild of none other than Robin Goodfellow, the most mischievous faerie ever to wreak havoc among the Folk and Man alike. To the people of Beacon Court, he is at best a merry wanderer of the night.

At first, Ser Derek is inclined to agree, but the little bird on his shoulder has quite a bit to say about that.

Trees are always a relief after dealing with people (except when they aren't) by ravelqueen

(1/1 I 15,889 I Mature I Sterek)

Derek Hale decides to become a hermit before he reaches 25. Too bad he picked Beacon Hills as his retirement home.

(Or the one where Stiles is a wood nymph/pixie/human hybrid who falls in love with his new grumpy werewolf neighbour)

Broken People Get Recycled by poemwithnorhyme

(1/1 I 16,389 I General i Sterek)

Nothing is ever just calm in Beacon Hills. No, something always has to go wrong, and this time, it's Stiles' turn in the spotlight. That doesn't mean he has to like it. Post S2 AUFae!Stiles

The Magic's in the Coffee by xxxillusionxxx

(8/8 I 17,596 I Explicit I Sterek)

Ever since the tall, muscled, leather-clad werewolf had begun his daily coffee routine at the Skullery—a horrendous name in Stiles’s opinion, but his boss was a skeleton who thought he was terribly clever—an impromptu competition developed among the baristas.

When Trust is Everything by hellbells

(12/12 I 27,913 I Teen i Sterek)

For a secret to remain true then only one person can know it; if not then it will come out. Beacon Hills is the converging point of several secrets all wrapped up in the supernatural. For Stiles, the unravelling of several will let him find peace, love and safety in the arms of his true mate. The only question is can he trust a Sourwolf and his pack well enough to show his true self.

It just might be the one thing between Beacon Hills and safety!

(Or observe the really awkward distrustful courtship between a Sourwolf and a hidden Fae Mage)

A Little Bit of Sunshine by 100KlicksAway

(21/? I 29,600 I Mature I Sterek)

Stiles woke with a start, dreams of pixies flitting around his head. He’d dreamed… He’d dreamed that he was a wolf? Or…. He wasn’t sure. Something with fangs… His mouth had been dripping blood in his dream, and when he woke, he could still taste the thick copper taste coating his mouth.

Stiles has been working hard for the pack since Scott was bitten. They leave him out more and more frequently, though, until Stiles realizes that he's strictly unnecessary. Then, the pack's activities throw him into danger and he ends up in a shitty situation with no one helping him.

Stiles leaves Beacon Hills. He doesn't care anymore, he just... Needs out.

The Last Chills of Winter by LeeHan

(1/1 I 42,525 I Explicit I Sterek)

“He didn’t magically charm me,” Derek shot back in his defense.“Oh, so he just regular charmed you?” Laura said with a smirk.���What? No,” Derek growled.“Was he hot?”“No! He just—“ He just had a laugh like a sun shower. Fuck.

We Follow Darkness Like a Dream by GreenasCole

(10/10 I 51,106 I Mature I Sterek)

When a mysterious note is left on the Stilinski's door it leads Stiles and his best friend Scott out into the woods on quest for answers about Beacon Hills's most infamous tragedy. After a surprise encounter with a monstrous wolf the two boys are hurled into an ancient and terrifying world, only for Stiles to discover he was secretly a part of it all along. Will he manage to survive the insanity of Fae politics and avoid the enemies that are suddenly crawling out of the woodwork to find a place in this new world? Or will the very revelation of his existence be the catalyst that plunges both worlds into war and chaos? And why can't Scott just stop teasing him every time he catches Stiles looking at their new "friend" Derek too long?

Laughter in the Dark by Starshaker

(13/? I 56,148 I Mature I Sterek)

Stiles is a fae. A trickster spirit with too much curiosity for his own good and a knack for getting into trouble. When he's just trying to help things don't go to plan and coincidences don't seem to end up for the better.Trapped, isolated and aching to get home, though it's better than what Gerard would have had planned for him initially, Stiles learns to deal with his new set of circumstances.

The Fairy's Wolf by kuki

(57/? I 90,602 I Explicit I Sciles)

In a world where non-humans mingle with humans in public schools until they became of age, about high school age, going instead to a specialty finishing school, a young halfling fae fights to stay with his friends. His fear of losing touch with his best friend, a young Alpha werewolf, has the pair pushing their relationship to the edge; and their relationship has the world on the brink of war.

-or-where I apparently ship Skittles hard now, hate myself with this work load on top of my school work, switch up species because f-u that's why, make up mythology, and try to give Derek a nice life.

Where You Still Remember Dreaming by yodasyoyo

(15/15 I 95,612 I Explicit I Sterek)

“What’s your name? I can’t keep calling you Balto.”

“What’s yours?”

“Stiles.”

Derek raises an eyebrow. That isn’t his real name. There’s no way. But now he thinks about it, he has a vague memory of someone, probably Uncle Peter, telling him that with the fae, names have power. “I’m Miguel,” he says.

“Lie.”

“Are you trying to tell me your real name is Stiles?”

Stiles runs his tongue across his teeth and considers Derek carefully. “Fair enough,” he says, “Miguel it is.”

Grabbing his groceries and pocketing the change, Derek turns to leave; he’s nearly at the door when Stiles calls out, “By the way, Miguel, if you’re interested, it’s two for one on bags of kibble at the pet store down the street.”

Derek doesn’t look back, doesn’t hesitate, just raises a hand and flips him off on the way out.

#teen wolf #sterek #sciles #steter #stiles stilinski #peter hale #scott mccall #derek hale #fae!stiles

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Birthday Surprise

This was a request by an anon and I was happy to tackle my favorite gravity falls ship. Thank you so much for your patience and I hope that you enjoy it!

~

“Do I even want to know where this came from?” Dipper pinched the bridge of his nose, already suspecting that this enormous pastry was Mabel’s doing. 

Before him was a multi-tiered cake that towered a foot or so above him with a circumference wide enough to feed the denizens of Gravity Falls. The colors were primarily red and blue blending into purple with other interspersed shades. Inspecting it closer, he quickly found that the pattern was hastily frosted on with no rhythm or rhyme to it. Almost as if it was designed by someone obsessed with spontaneity. However, the frosting looked like it came from a fine French bakery. Almost as if only someone with some affluence could afford this. . .

“Wait a minute. . .”

Not a moment later did he hear a smothered click!, a brief sizzle, and in an instant the cake bursted into a million gooey fragments. Nothing in the backyard was untainted by the explosive pastry, from the windows of the house to Dipper’s socks. Sucking in a breath, Dipper attempted to keep some semblance of dignity intact as he drew his hand upwards and swiped away a large glob of cake off of his cheek. 

Looking up, Dipper realized that where the cake once stood was a mess of poster board and firework shells. The structure soon gave way, and Dipper’s peeved expression fell away as the fallen poster board revealed a cheeky looking Pacifica Northwest. That alone nearly made Dipper’s jaw drop. He couldn’t believe that she had come all the way to California. And on such short notice before classes started again. She looked dazzling in her lavender knee-length dress with off the shoulder straps and a ribbon draped around her waist, all accentuated by her loose platinum hair and confident smile. And. . . was that a cigar clenched between her teeth? A lit cigar?!

“Not that I’m not absolutely thrilled to see you, but why do you have a cigar? I thought you didn’t like those,” Dipper began, not entirely sure what to believe. 

“It was my dad’s birthday gift to me. I figured the best way to get back at him was to use it for my peasant boyfriend’s birthday surprise so he couldn’t get mad at me for ‘not appreciating his generosity’,” Pacifica responded mischievously. “And while I’m using this. . .” Taking a drag, she let out a perfectly crafted smoke ring. She then gracefully lifted her hand and snapped her fingers at the top of the ring, causing it to collapse into a smoky heart shape. Dipper felt a mixture of pride for his rebellious girlfriend and distaste for her father’s lack of consideration. 

“How long did it take you to perfect that smoke form?” was the only thing Dipper could manage.

“Just now. I wasn’t about to let this puppy go to waste with practice.” With that, Pacifica dug the butt of the cigar and drove it into the platform under her feet to put out the flame. “Now with that out of the way, let’s celebrate your birthday, Dipper.” 

Pacifica drew a case out of her purse, tucked the cigar into it, and stashed the gift away into her purse. Popping a breath mint into her mouth, she then held out her hand to Dipper.

“Come on, I’ve got the whole day planned out,” she smiled softly.

Snapping out of his stupor, Dipper eagerly took her hand, then wrapped his other arm around her to give her a much needed hug. 

“I can’t wait.”

~

To start off, Pacifica treated Dipper to lunch at the nearby diner that he always mentioned to her. 

“I see your point, this does look a lot like Greasy’s. Except this place probably actually has an inspector come through every so often,” Pacifica commented upon stepping into the busy restaurant. 

“I haven’t gotten food poisoning here yet,” Dipper said, referring to a certain incident from last summer when he visited Gravity Falls. “Plus, everything’s affordable here.”

“Good. I wasn’t planning on spending the fortune I no longer have on one meal,” Pacifica snarked, as she thumbed through the menu. Dipper took the moment to admire her. Despite the shock of losing her family’s inheritance, she clearly rose to the occasion and worked to build a savings for herself. And she was taking what she was able to earn to give Dipper an awesome day. He couldn’t appreciate that more.  

Pacifica noticed her boyfriend’s loving stare and raised an eyebrow knowingly.

“Yes?”

“I’ve told you how awesome you are right?” Dipper toed his foot to brush her leg.

“Only every other Skype call. But you could always stand to say it more.” Pacifica responded by gently rubbing her leg against his.

Dipper reached his hand across the table and gently took her hand and rested it on the table. 

“Then maybe I’ll say it later,” he said cheekily. Pacifica let out a fake scoff of indignity. 

“And after all I’ve done for you!” she said dramatically. 

“I mean, you haven’t paid for dinner yet.”

“We’ll see if I still feel like paying after you’ve actually ordered something.” 

The two parted hands once their food arrived, but continued playing footsie throughout their meal. Pacifica smiled deviously to herself, reveling in getting away with being publicly affectionately with her boyfriend with her parents in the next state over. 

~

“Remind me again why you asked Mabel to arrange the scavenger hunt?” Dipper asked as he did his best to hold steady. This task was growing increasingly difficult as Pacifica, who was sitting on his shoulders, pushed harder on the top of his head to reach for the next clue sitting precariously on the tree branch. 

“I don’t live here, so how would I know where to actually put the clues. Aha!” she laughed triumphantly as she finally caught the slip of paper between her fingers. “And would this be nearly as fun if you didn’t get to lift up your gorgeous girlfriend?”

“I’m just more afraid of what my parents would say to your parents if they saw you scandalously exposing to much leg in front of me,” Dipper joked, referring to her hiked up dress so Dipper could lift her up. He lowered himself to the ground in a crouching position. Pacifica gracefully swung off of him and straightened out her dress. 

“You’ve seen me in a bathing suit before,” she pointed out. 

“That’s different. But I’m glad I can lift you up like the princess you are.”

“Darn right you are. Now let’s figure out where Mabel will send us next.”

~

“Okay! Glad we’re out of that mess!” Dipper wheezed. Attempting to climb through the various attractions at Mr. Fuzzbert’s Arcadia past all of the clearly unsanitary tunnels was difficult enough, but digging around in the perfume department where half of the employees recognized Pacifica as a Northwest and viciously attempting to upsell her their products was a place they never thought they’d get through. 

“So help me if one more girl sprays me with a free sample. . .” Pacifica started, but stopped short. “Wait, there’s the fountain!”

The two joyfully rushed to, what was hopefully, their final destination: the water fountain in the middle of the mall. They immediately scrambled to find the right carved in pattern on the outer ring. 

“The clue said the unicorn, right?” Pacifica asked frantically, hoping their nightmare would soon come to an end.

“When Mabel says a sparkly, violent horse, she definitely means unicorn,” Dipper answered, still circling the fountain. “Here it is!”

He pushed on the pattern. The stone slid backwards, then sideways to reveal a secret compartment as Pacifica hurried to his side. Reaching his hand inside cautiously, Dipper pulled out a package wrapped in tinfoil.

“This is a weird wrapping for Mabel to use,” Dipper wondered aloud.

“That’s actually mine,” Pacifica said.

“Really? I would have thought you would have used hot pink or something.”

“I used it to protect your gift from the aliens.”

“I found an actual spaceship with Ford, you know.”

“But you never showed me, so it’s still a conspiracy theory.”

“Oh har har, very funny. . .” Dipper trailed off as he ripped apart the foil to reveal his gift. He then proceeded to let out a very girly shriek, causing passerby to look on in concern. 

“Nowayisthisreally-” 

“The Tome of the Truskian civilization, yes.” Pacifica had remembered Dipper grumbling about one of the items that the Stans had found on their world-touring adventures, but they refused to let their great-nephew look at it for fear of a curse on it. However, from what Soos reported from spending time around them upon their return was that the curse seemed to have been suppressed once more by Ford’s quick thinking. So long as Dipper didn’t stain the paper with the blood of royalty from the ruling class of the Truskian empire, he would probably be fine.

“How did you get this away from Ford and Grunkle Stan?! They banned me from ever even touching this!”

“Let’s just say it took a little sweet talking and breaking and entering,” Pacifica said cryptically. “I distracted them with a cheesy song and dance at Greasy’s while Wendy swiped it from the Shack and planted a fake.”

“You really do love me,” Dipper teared up, holding the book to his chest and drawing Pacifica close with his free arm.

“The things I do for you,” Pacifica sighed contently as she wrapped her arms around Dipper’s shoulders.

~

The pair finally arrived at the beach at sunset and located the tucked away corner that Mabel had secured for them earlier. The setup was complete with a large towel, a cooler, and a flashlight for the two to read the tome together. Mabel had also taken the liberty to surround the area with pink rose petals.

“I didn’t ask for the petals, but I’ll accept them,” Pacifica resigned, hoping that Dipper wouldn’t get too flustered by the romantic additions. 

“At least she didn’t cover them in glitter,” Dipper joked, trying to suppress a certain evening that Mabel had stuck her creative hands into. 

Cozying up together, the couple watched the sunset fade into a fiery gold color. With no company other than the ebb and flow of the ocean, it didn’t take long for the two to start making out. In between the desperate kisses, they whispered ‘I missed you’ and “I love you’ over and over again. Knowing that it wouldn’t be long until they were separated again, they held each other tightly. In the midst of the haze, Pacifica remembered her final surprise for Dipper. 

“Mason,” she whispered. 

“Hmm,” Dipper hummed, knowing that the use of his name always meant that she was being serious.

“There’s still one last gift left,” she gestured toward the cooler.

“Can’t it wait a little longer?” he whined, unwilling to let her go.

“Normally, I would want to kiss you longer. But I’m pretty sure the beach closes after sunset and I don’t want to get chased out by cops before the grand finale.”

“I suppose so,” Dipper sighed, releasing her. “So what do you have in there?”

“Just a little something I picked up outside the county.” Pacifica proceeded to pull a massive heap of fireworks out of the cooler and placed in carefully on the beach, angling it upwards towards the sky. 

“I’ll. . . pack everything up. We’ll need to run after setting that thing off,” Dipper noted, as fireworks were highly illegal in his county. As he neatly folded the blanket, Pacifica pulled out a lighter and the remainder of the cigar from her purse. Lighting up the cigar, she gave it a quick puff to ensure that it would stay heated for the moment. Popping a final breath mint into her mouth, she turned to the eager Dipper. 

“Ready?”

“Let’s see what firepower this thing has.”

Pressing the cigar to the fuse, Pacifica watched as her father’s precious gift gave flame to her boyfriend’s final gift of the evening. The fuse began to spark and the two ran a few meters away, both plugging their ears and giggling hysterically. The fireworks shot up into the air all at once, breaking off into two segments. One firework exploded, letting out a bang! and formed the shape of a constellation very familiar to Dipper. The other popped and sizzled immediately afterwards and formed a purple heart.

“Whoa! Pacifica that was. . .” Dipper started, a dopey grin on his face. He turned to Pacifica, who raised her eyebrow expectantly. Dipper threw his arms around her.

“Incredible. You really are the best girlfriend.” Dipper kissed her cheek affectionately, hoping he could demonstrate just how grateful he was that she would take the time to track down a Big Dipper firework just for him.

“For you, it was more than worth it,” Pacifica smiled, burying her face into his chest. Dipper had brought so much adventure and joy into her life. The least she could do for him was to give him a special day. Pulling back, she said, “Now let’s book it before we get into trouble. But first. . .” 

Digging the cigar into the sand to put it out, Pacifica gracefully tossed it into the nearby garbage can as the two ran hand in hand from the now crime scene.

“Thanks, Dad. Your gift came in handy after all.”

#gravity falls #dipper pines #pacifica northwest #dipifica #dippica #i write #fanfic

[foxghost]

hi here’s another instalment of “I stayed up too late reading 鎮魂, edition chapter 13 - 26

Zhu Hong spends maybe 3 days a month being half snake (anaconda?). She keeps raw sliced meat in the office freezer, thaws it out in the microwave and “eats them like potato chips”

She also has snake pupils and a snake tongue. /this novel has all your monster needs

Zhu Hong: if you’re willing to sleep with me one night, I’d work for free Zhao Yunlan (totally seriously): …really? Zhu Hong: … (can’t believe he’s actually considering it)

The “black cloak envoy” in the show is named one-who-slay-souls in the book, and is exponentially more terrifying

take what prisoners? Send whom to jail? kills all the things

Zhao Yunlan: he’s kind of nice actually, but talks like an academic, uses too many words to say one thing

A “hungry ghost” is a shadow that is thin all over except for the stomach, with a mouth that opens 180 degrees, with arms like a mantis

Shen Wei’s first reaction on seeing it is to pick up a chair and BASH IT UNTIL IT STOPS MOVING

Shen Wei: shocked face that the cat is talking Daqing: Yes right but you just broke the head of a hungry ghost with a chair so why are you even shocked

Guo (repeats in his head): I am a cop Guo: is crying uncontrollably * Guo (to Shen Wei): I haven’t even had my first month’s salary — can’t i even SEE the money I won’t live to spend before i die? Shen Wei says nothing to this because laughing at him is probably improper Guo: Does professor Shen have wishes that has not been fulfilled? Shen Wei: Yes Shen Wei: There is a person, we are mere acquaintances, we have no relationship at all, in his heart, I am but a stranger he has spoken to a couple of times. But I still want to see him once more.

with a hungry ghost scratching at the door and Daqing promising rescue by Yunlan Shen Wei: Don't we have ways to save ourselves? Daqing: this is us — a common person, a garbage person, a vegetative person, and me — a lucky charm. Oh, ‘save ourselves’ you say. Do you think if we go into a hot steam wok, it would be enough to fill the gaps between a hungry ghost’s teeth?

amidst all this chaos, Guo is climbing Shen Wei’s leg bc he’s terrified, and Shen Wei’s priority is to HOLD HIS PANTS UP.

Lin Jing is … a monk? (fake monk, according to Yunlan)

Lin Jing: there are two men and a cat in there Yunlan: no way, Shen Wei wouldn’t abandon his student Lin Jing: … who is this Shen Wei Yunlan: mumbles nobody important Lin Jing: You only ever do that when you meet a beauty — is this Shen Wei a man or a woman? Yunlan: buddhist chant

when the hungry ghost is sucking up all the air + souls in a room, guo screams: I’m going to be sucked up!

and then somehow has the wherewithal to make up metaphors: i’m going to be sucked up like jello from a vacuum bag!

Yunlan cuts the energy between hungry ghost and guo, and guo starts falling — onto Shen Wei. Naturally, Yunlan rushes forward and catches Shen Wei into his arms and let Guo fall on his face

AND HIS FIRST PRIORITY IN THAT SECOND IS TO LOOK COOL

Zhao Yunlan holds onto Shen Wei’s waist and takes a halfstep the the side, and the lighter’s flame illuminates his face — handsome, cool, his features as chiselled as with a blade, gazing from the darkest place yet his pupils reflect the flame He successfully keep this act up like a big bad wolf, lowering his voice and looking into Shen Wei’s eyes, and like a hero protagonist saving a beauty in a movie, he asks quietly: Professor Shen, are you alright? At the same time, he completely ignores the whining intern on the floor.

Yunlan can hypnotise people and change/erase their memories of supernatural events, kind of MiB like

He does this to Shen Wei, carries him (like a bride, bc just before that Shen Wei’s leaning on his shoulder) takes him to his student’s hospital room, make sure he’s comfortably sitting, says a protective spell and EATS HIS TOFU

which is the chinese way of saying he took advantage, kisses the back of Shen Wei’s right hand and says: good night, sleeping beauty

of course, SHEN WEI wasn’t ASLEEP

he ‘saves’ the protective spell and leaves by the second floor window

i guess Shen Wei forgets about being human sometimes, only ghosts come and go by the WINDOW

Guo Changcheng GLOWS to someone who can see (like someone with a third eye) between worlds.

Apparently he’s been using his allowance to do charitable work for YEARS. There is so much merit built up in his ‘books’ he’s practically a saint

Guo Changcheng IS SO PURE

When the slayer arrives, the temperature drops below zero and the windows frost over

he has a black claok, doesn’t wear a mask. His face is just BLACK MIST.

He smells like winter. (and it’s nice?)

… like freshly fallen snow in the morning when one opens the door to it for the first time, that first breath you take on a snowy day — like endless and eternal snow that never melts, clean, yet extremely cold, mixed in with the scent of flowers dying in the frost — far and away, a fragrance like walking to the end of the world. But it’s only for a moment, because after that one’s nose feels frozen and can’t tell any smells apart.

Guo’s explanation in his head for this is: he’s from the southern hemisphere and it’s winter there. (omg)

And then the moment the slayer goes off with YUnlan he starts asking after his health seriously

the slayer is a motherhen (when it comes to yunlan anyway)

he uses the same tone of voice to kill ghosts as he does asking after ppl’s health and Guo thinks this is terrifying (it is)

Li Qian killed her grandmother, none of that heartwarming retconned stuff in the show

the Slayer finds out where the Reincarnation-dial is from Qian and Yunlan follows because he’s curious and finds the place … covered in bodies … of monsters and ghosts that the slayer’s just slain / beheaded.

Yunlan: What’s going on? We’re all responsible for the environment, your honour was only coming here to find a thing, how did this battle happen. tries to step around the bodies but there’s no place to put his feet (what battle? it was a SLAUGHTER)

So it seems Yunlan meeting Shen Wei in this life time was planned by the villain

Chu (old Chu from Zhao, Brother Chu from Guo) is thin as a moving skeleton, about the same age as Lin Jing

And they all slack off in the office MOST OF THE TIME

Yunlan pursues Shen Wei for 3 months, Shen Wei keeps on giving him excuses, the cat makes fun of him mercilessly

Yunlan is eventually reduced to buying a box of old books and stalking Shen Wei with his car on campus until the students are all staring and he has no choice but to knock on the window and asks WHAT ARE YOU DOING

so in the show they made this all about Yunlan being suspicious of him, but there’s none of that in the book, at this point he’s just pursuing the professor shamelessly

Yunlan: this is for you Shen Wei: … opens box No, this is too valuable I can’t take it Yunlan: makes up a bunch of lies my friend’'s emigrating they leave their books behind you take them Shen Wei: I — Yunlan: I what, we’re so familiar already, it’d be unconscionable to say no to keeping the books, see you, let’s have dinner this weekend drives off Shen Wei: is conflicted while suddenly standing on campus holding a heavy box Shen Wei: is happy Yunlan is being so lovely Shen Wei: is jealous that he may be like this with other people

So, Yunlan is an introvert

Yunlan’s heart is a little lazy, hasn’t interest in anything, there’s nothing of import at work right now, and aside from one important networking, occasionally harassing Shen Wei, he spends all his remaining time alone at home.

Yunlan lives in a studio apartment, ‘like a dog’, or ‘neither pig nor dog.’ in other words, MESSY

it’s Yunlan, apparently, that turned his role as ‘guardian’ / command of sealing the spirits(?) into a police department.

Yunlan has ended relationships (or have it ended on him) because he just doesn’t want to talk when he’s home

the reasons are “lack of communication”, “no passion” “Our personalities do not match, we don’t speak the same language” and “You have never loved me”

so he finally gets a date with Shen Wei on Sunday, and on Saturday he gets up at noon, eats bread and water and plays video games until he gets a massive stomachache

he stumbles out the door in his pajamas, a coat, and no socks in his shoes, to get food, and overhears a robbery taking place, and it’s SHEN WEI

they end up getting dinner afterwards and he eats like a starving man until he basically collapses from stomachache

Shen Wei takes him home and they trip over an open umbrella, it hasn’t rained in more than half a month

Shen Wei: Take off your clothes and go to bed Yunlan: But if I do you’ll say i’m improper Shen Wei: What Yunlan: is wearing pajamas under his coat has no socks Shen Wei: blushes Yunlan: shows off his chest You told me to take off my clothes Shen Wei: ZHAO YUNLAN WHY ARE YOU NOT WEARING SOCKS Shen Wei: WHAT HAVE YOU EATEN ALL DAY Yunlan: points at garbage can Shen Wei: the whole day? What’d you eat yesterday Yunlan: dunno, drank too much Shen Wei: Do you live like this everyday??? Yunlan: um, yeah? Shen Wei: about to die of anger

Yunlan, way to impress future husband, high-five

meanwhile, Yunlan’s thinking: he’s never angry, but he’s angry because he’s fallen for me. Because i’m handsome (NO JOKE)

Shen Wei: You’re not so young, and you’re established in your career, this is about time for you to find a girlfriend and make a home, ti’s best to have someone take care of you Yunlan: Are you seriously telling me that you haven’t noticed I’ve been pursuing YOU (looks depressed) Then fine, thank you for today, i’m alright, you can go home (fully expecting Shen Wei to feel sorry enough to come closer, Yunlan has a speech prepared and everything)

BUT HE LEAVES

And comes back the next morning 7am with groceries (gosh i love this trope) and takes care of Yunlan

Yunlan’s kitchen is full of kitchenware with the pricetags still on

Shen Wei preps food and heats his hands over the heater before touching Yunlan

to be precise, he strokes Yunlan’s hair and then kisses his own fingers (excuse the blogger. screams)

He feels as if he is a moth that has realised its fate, holding himself from the flame is painful

Yunlan comes out of his bath (in the afternoon) to find that Shen Wei’s cleaned his apartment, folded away his clothes, aired out his room, and made food

So naturally, he figures now’s the time to PROPOSE because wow he’s found THE ONE

Yunlan: Seriously, if you would agree, I will sell this place tomorrow, and buy a big place near your campus. Yunlan: I never thought about buying a big house before, it seemed like such a burden, but now I understand: if I want a person as my wife, then I must build a gold house to hide them. Shen Wei (thinks he’s making fun of him): Eat your food it’s getting cold Yunlan touches the back of Shen Wei’s hand: Even though it may not seem that way, but I’m perfectly serious

- queue requisite “i’m a man” and “you should have children” talk

Yunlan: I’m not obligated to propagate the earth for the sake of mankind, Teacher Shen, are you an ALIEN???

- Yunlan literally tells him: if you really want children we can get a surrogate, it’s easy enough to have kids when you have money - Shen Wei then refuses to go to a movie with him the next week but it’s because he’ll be out of town for a week and Yunlan counts that as a WIN

back at the office: Zhu Hong: Xiaoguo is a good kid, fast learner, but he’s too cowardly, it took him this long to accept food from me Yunlan: That’s natural, he’s afraid of people Zhu Hong: … Yunlan: He’s not afraid of you, because he obvs doesn’t think you’re people

earthquake news play on television Yunlan: Why wasn’t it a bigger earthquake, I had no my arms open ready to comfort him and everything Zhu Hong: Who’d you seduce this time Yunlan: Don’t make it sound so terrible, spring must come to the world and flowers must bloom, its fragrance cannot be missing romance, you ppl must not insult other people’s pure love Lin Jing: buddhist chant Zhu Hong: HELP.

Wang Zheng suddenly appear in the office during the day (she is a ghost, they dissipate in the light) and everyone rushes to close the blinds and give her incense

Yunlan (takes out cigarette): YOU Wang Zheng (moves backwards): Don’t make me breathe your second-hand smoke. Yunlan: …you’re a ghost, madam Wang Zheng, you’re not going to get lung cancer. Wang Zheng: Ghosts can smell smoke and fire, if you keep doing that, you’re going to turn into a human shaped mosquito incense.

Yunlan calls someone sister-in-law over the phone

Zhu Hong: How come director Song is his sister-in-law? He doesn’t even have a sister Daqing: Who knows, he goes out drinking and gains sister-in-laws (?)

- The ‘red’ threads connecting Yunlan and Shen Wei are myriad and golden (and Shen Wei can see them)

#fox text #fox reads 镇魂 #fox reads Guardian #at this rate i'll finish this book in another week

[zerof-xcks-blog]

( Jensen Ackles, cis male, he/him ) hey, that’s ( Erik Davenport), who’s lived here for ( thirty-three). the ( thirty-three) year old is known to be ( self-confident & charming ) but you’ll find that they can be ( abrasive & noncommittal ), too. i heard they work as a ( manager at Joey’s Pizzeria ) and ( zero ) by ( varsity fan club ) always seems to be playing around them. ( foaming glass of beer, broken mirror, snake eyes, paper to a candle flame, blurred words ‘I’m fine’ )

a few facts about Erik

he is the oldest of the davenport children,. And he loves his siblings to death, but if you touch his sister he will kill you. And if his brothers can’t handle themselves and he needs to step in, he won’t give it a second thought.

a two-time cancer survivor ;  osteosarcoma ( a form of bone cancer) formed and at the age of ten he had to undergo an aggressive treatment regimen. It came back again when he hit the age seventeen. 

commitment is his cue to ‘fuck this shit I’m out’ don’t bring up that word if you want him to stick around. 

after an incident, Erik gave up on Theater. He dedicated a lot of himself to it, only to drop it like a hot potato. After that happened, he became the manager at Joey’s. Good luck getting his reasons out of him. 

He’s a Leo.

Bisexual

Has no filter or shame.

Comes off as an asshole but is actually good guy; a full-frosted sinnamon roll.

Just got back from a two week vacation to L.A.

Connections :

Baby Mama - out of all the women that he slept with, there is no way that a mistake did not occur. Erik does travel often, so it can be a visitor or a local.

One - Night Stand ( s ) - there would be a lot of these. 

Drinking buddies - self-explanatory.

Enemies - he’s got a foul - mouth on him, probably slept with your girlfriend, wife, boyfriend, husband – someone’s bound to hate his guts.

Ride or Die : that person had to be there for most of his life, putting up with all of his shit.  @adamdavenpcrt

Confidant - he absolutely hates talking about his feelings and things it’s beneath him, irrelevant, but there is someone who can always get it out of him.  @emilyhardgrove

(( sorry it’s not much, but figured I’d get something out before I fell asleep! I had a detailed bio but I lost it. sdsfjk ))

#( c ) erik davenport #sgrove:intro

[kolmikavlson-blog]

task 001. character questionnaire

kol mikaelson

BASIC INFORMATION.

what is your name? 

“Kol Mikaelson. Pleasure to meet me, I know. Kol — that’s K-O-L, by the way — isn’t short for anything, though people often seem to think it is for some reason. Father named me, in one of his rare moments of being uncharacteristically domineering, and he once said that he chose my name because I was to be resilient and powerful like the coals of the fire that gave us life. I really only remember this because it’s the only conversation that I ever had with the man...I was four. Mother always used to say that Trouble is my middle name, but I believe you ought to draw your own conclusions about that.”

what is your birthdate?

“Well, seeing as I not only possess many gifts but am myself a gift, I’m inclined to think that my birthday is either on Christmas Day or very close to it, but I don’t know for sure. Datekeeping wasn’t exactly a priority among our people, which, coincidentally enough, explains a lot about my family’s various romantic entanglements over the years. Anyway, the point is that I was born during a very cold winter. Apparently, Mum thought that I wouldn’t make it, but if there’s two things we Mikaelsons are it’s hot blooded and bad at dying. Except for Rebekah, who’s about as cold-blooded as they come and Henrik, who’s done a pretty good job at staying dead until recently, actually...”

where were you born?

“It’s Virginia — an awful little one horse town called Mystic Falls, to be specific — now, but back then it was just called the New World or Our Village. My family had come over from Norway some several years prior, so we were Vikings through and through. Considering that the last time I was home, I burst into flames after some moronic brother-sister act drove a stake through my heart in their kitchen, it’s safe to say I won’t be planning a visit any time soon.”

what is your gender and sexuality? 

“I’m male; not much more to it than that. I come from a time where you didn’t really have the option to be anything except what you were born as and even as things changed, I never felt the need to change myself. As for my sexuality, I’ve preferred the company of women over the years, but have found that this face works on just about everyone.”

are you a supernatural being? 

“My family and I are the first vampires in history. We’re the oldest, strongest, fastest and most powerful of our kind. Every vampire in the world exists because of us, and it’s only by our grace that they remain alive seeing as we could tear the heads off every last one of them and still have time for a bourbon before the bar closes. It seems young vampires — especially the local ones — often forget that, but, then, they’re foolish and arrogant. We take no issue with reminding them just who is responsible for their tedious little lives.”  

PERSONALITY.

what are your personality types? (zodiac? mbti? enneagram? animal type? moral alignment? temperament? cardinal sin/virtue?)

“I’ve just got the one personality, actually, and the type is spectacular.” He’s a Capricorn, ENTP-T, type 3, rhino, chaotic neutral, choleric, cardinal sin is pride and cardinal virtue is fortitude YOU’RE WELCOME!!!

what is your default demeanor? 

“It’s been said that I’m unsettlingly jocund for being a complete psychopath which is just bunkum if you ask me. First of all, I’m not a complete psychopath and second of all, I prefer to think of myself as witty or endearingly ludic. I’m usually a lively one, but these days I have my more tranquil moments. It’s probably all the bourbon i’ve been drinking.”

how are you intelligent? 

“School wasn’t really a thing when I was a child, but I learned how to read and write. Mother also taught me a lot about magic growing up as I was a witch and she thought giving me something to do would calm me down — it didn’t, but I loved the magic and I still do, really. I traveled the world for a few centuries after I was turned and studied just about every kind of witchcraft there is. I could give my sister, aunt, and mother a run for their money all at the same time with my eyes closed and both hands tied behind my back. I wouldn’t even have to try very hard. I’m also quite fond of being sensible although — and don’t tell Elijah I admitted to this please — I tend to be rather impulsive on occasion. That just makes me all the more fun to be around, though, don’t you think? What am I gonna do next? What unbridled brilliance is about to come out of my mouth? Who knows? I don’t even know. I’m like a sentient cereal box and you never know what prize you’re going to get.”

how confident are you?

“Supposedly my ego can be a little much, but that’s a necessary evil if you ask me. My confidence, charm, smarts, good looks, skills, charisma, humor, and roguish yet inexplicably endearing disposition carry this family. Honestly, what would the Mikaelsons have without me? The answer is none of those things — especially not humor. I love my brothers and sisters, but let’s face it: they’re rough. I’m the star of this supernatural three-ring circus and that just so happens to require a certain level of self-assurance and finesse. Is it difficult? Sure. it demanding? Of course. Is it a burden? Sometimes, yes. But, what other choice do I have?”

what do you believe in? 

“I’ve been called superstitious before, but I prefer to think of myself as sensible and open-minded. I’ve been on this planet for a thousand years and in that time I’ve been a witch, a vampire, a ghost, a witch in someone else’s body, an ancestral spirit, and now I’m a vampire again, so I’ve seen things and it’s difficult to believe that anything would truly be impossible — especially with knowing all I know about magic. Over the course of my first life as a witch, I was taught that we were servants of nature, which had been created from the flesh and bone of Ymir the frost giant after he’d been killed by the sons of Bor — sounds like complete hogwash to people these days, but I never questioned it. I still don’t, but it’s not like I go around sacrificing deer and little bunny rabbits to appease the gods. I’ve traveled with a lot of cults, covens, and vampires nearly as old as me over my lifetimes, and most of them were almost frighteningly firm in their personal convictions. I’ve heard lots of legends, fairytales, and scary stories that may or may not have a modicum of truth to them and seriously contemplated just about all of them — but, I don’t think I’ve ever believed in anything, nor could I ever believe in anything else quite like I believe in Davina Claire. Every time, no matter what, my money is on her although if you ask me, that’s just smart thinking. She died. For good. Her soul was destroyed and who even knows what happened to her after that and yet she’s here. I pity anyone who’d be foolish enough to earn her ire.”  

PHYSICALITY.

how do you dress? 

“I think it’s pretty obvious that over the last millennium I’ve really cemented my status as The Best Dressed Original. People occasionally mistake that title for belonging to Elijah, which just baffles me because, honestly, look at him. He’s trying way too hard. Nik doesn’t try at all, and Rebekah and Freya dress fine, but look at me: style, class, elegance, casual yet undeniable roguish sex appeal and I wear a watch. I also have a daylight ring — lapis lazuli, spelled by the talented Miss Davina Claire. I always wear it because not only do I look great in blue, but it’s been my experience that nothing can ruin a day quite like bursting into flames at the worst possible moment.”

how do you carry yourself? 

“I have excellent posture, but I’m not Elijah stiff — admittedly one of my less impressive feats since it’s also been accomplished by every telephone pole, concrete wall, and wooden board that’s ever existed, but one I’m proud of nonetheless. I tend not to take up too much space unless I’m doing it intentionally to annoy someone — probably Rebekah — but, for the most part, growing up in a little hut along with five of my siblings did wonders for teaching me the values of keeping to myself. That’s also why I don’t particularly care for being touched; an entire childhood of my brothers putting their grubby little hands all over me whenever they felt like it didn’t quite endear me to random, unwelcome touches. So, really, my goal is to carry myself as someone who you wouldn’t touch without asking, but who you’d also be afraid to ask anyway.”

do you have any physical or verbal tics? 

“Well, Davina always knows when I’m lying — it’s a little creepy, actually — but I don’t know how she does it. I’ve been told that I’m too chatty, but I think it’s part of my charm. It’s not like I just jibber jabber without purpose. I can’t help that I always have something brilliant and interesting to say. Oh, and apparently my siblings and I have picked up some similar mannerisms over the years, which I suppose makes sense.You can’t spend a millennium with the same few people and not expect to pick up a few things from one another, right?”

how physical are you with others? 

“I don’t like being touched — especially not by strangers — and will happily rip off an appendage that creeps too far into my personal space for comfort.”

HUMAN CONNECTION.

how do you think strangers perceive you?

“I’m a Mikaelson and an Original, so it’s usually in a stranger’s — or anyone’s — best interest to tread carefully and refrain from testing the limits of my restraint. I’m supposed to be on my best behavior these days, but I’ll be damned if some of the insolent sods I’ve crossed paths with recently haven’t made a strong case for why I should try and justify their decapitation to my disapproving girlfriend.”

how do your friends see you? 

“Most of them don’t see me at all because they’re dead, but if they could see me then I imagine they’d tell me to ask those moronic Gilberts if murdering me — and them, by default  — was worth finding that silly cure and making their pathetic lives that much easier to end. Or perhaps they’d tell me to torture them; make them suffer for what they did to us. Surely with the Gilbert’s staunch devotion to their friends, they’d see why I couldn’t deny mine the indulgence of revenge for their untimely, unfair and pointless demises.”

what is your relationship with your parents like? 

“...Oh wow, you’re serious. Well, okay then. First of all, it’s very safe to say that Dear Old Dad wasn’t nicknamed Mikael The Destroyer because he loved cuddles and fuzzy little woodland creatures so much. All I really remember about him from when I was growing up is that he had a terrible temper and spent a lot of time beating the living daylights out of Niklaus. He never paid me much attention but I was terrified of him so I didn’t mind. I spent more time with Mother since she taught me magic. I think she loved me once, but we were never exactly close and Finn was her favorite son anyway, which tells you everything you need to know about how truly awful she could be. It was nice of her to bring me back from the dead, but then she started pestering me and using me like I was her puppet, because, what? That’s proven so effective in the past? She was a brilliant witch, probably the best I’ve ever known, but she didn’t know me at all. There was also the matter of her attempting to kill my siblings and I more than once, but, eh. If we Mikaelsons went around hating every relative who’s tried murdering us just for that reason alone, then none of us would be on speaking terms right now. Anyway, about Mother and Father, they’re dead — in a shocking and totally unexpected turn of events, Niklaus murdered them again. Honestly? I don’t miss ’em much.”

do you have any siblings? 

“No, I’m actually an only child.”

what do you look for in a romantic relationship? 

“Romantic is a very...strong word for any of my past...entanglements. What I used to look for were pretty little witches who I could manipulate into doing my bidding. And blood. And sex. There was never more to it than that for me before Davina. She changed everything as she tends to do and now I suppose we’re dating. Or maybe not? Dating might not be the right word; weird situation. We’re together, I think, but there’s more to it than dating and a little less to it than, you know, marriage. We’re not married — though I did consider trying to pull one over on Marcellus a few days ago by pretending we were, but ultimately I decided that she and I have spent enough time apart and that dying for good would really ruin the April Fool’s joke. Dying’s only funny when it’s happening to someone who isn’t me. Or Davina. Ah — Jeremy Gilbert! I’d laugh if he died; especially if I was the one who killed him.”

who are the most important people in your life? 

“Davina is the most important person to me. My family’s important, too, but if Nik or any of them think that they’re ever going to use her again to clean up one of their messes then they’ve got another thing coming and that thing is my fist. I know she can take care of herself, but it doesn’t stop me from being...overprotective might be the word, but I resent how Elijah it sounds — mostly because if Elijah even looks at her the wrong way, I’ll happily gouge his eyeballs out with his own cufflinks.”

BACKSTORY.

if your life were a work of fiction, what would your role be? 

“Despite the great pains my family has taken over the years to paint me as a villain or enemy of our family, I don’t think of myself that way. So what if I acted a little dodgy while everyone was going bonkers over their imbecilic treasure hunt for that damned cure? Rebekah’s slight personal discomfort was not worth bringing about the end of days so yeah, I threatened to stake her and I’d do it again if necessary. I do what’s best for me because no one else will, so if you’re not Davina Claire then you’re fair game and I’m not sorry about it. That doesn’t make me the bad guy; it makes me sensible.”

which events shaped your life? 

“Hm. Long life. There’s a lot I could say, but is it really necessary? We’ve already gone over just about everything. Original Vampire, loony family, very much in love, extremely handsome, murdered repeatedly. Am I a far more interesting, nuanced, and enticingly complex individual than that brief summary might suggest? Absolutely, which means I haven’t got the time to be repeating myself whilst discussing the finer details of my millennium that I’ve spent gallivanting around this godforsaken rock. You’ll just have to wait for the tell-all book.”

what is your most cherished memory? 

“Something with Davina; maybe the first time I saw her or the night we spent together right after she basically dragged me out of Hell, which is coincidentally where everything went to immediately afterward. Still, it reminded me of why I wanted to be alive so badly in the first place. I wanted to be happy with her.”

which memory keeps you up at night?

“Also something with Davina...that I don’t like to talk about.”

what are your goals for the future? 

“Being with Davina, not dying, spending time with my niece and defending my family. Shoving the rotting, decapitated corpses of Elena Gilbert and her annoying little brother into a dumpster where they belong might also be a good time, but I’d settle for a dark alleyway or nice, deep body of water as well.”

PREFERENCES.

what is your taste in music? 

“I’m quite fond of music, actually. I’ve been catching up on the recent decades that I’ve missed out on and while there’s certainly no shortage of complete tommyrot, I’ve managed to find a few gems in all of the rubbish. I’m particularly fond of jazz or anything that you can dance to, really, but I also like some heavier stuff.”

what is your taste in film? 

“Seeing as I was asleep in a coffin for nearly a century, then murdered, then resurrected, then murdered again, the resurrected again, then put into a deep sleep for fifteen years to keep me from being murdered again, I haven’t really had much time to get acquainted with films and television, but I’ve heard they’re both just a waste of time anyway. I would like to see that one film with the Viking kids and the dragons, though, just to point out any historical inaccuracies...aside from the dragons, I mean, because at least that’s an amusing historical inaccuracy.”

what is your taste in literature? 

“I do have quite the collection of grimoires and other books on magic, but never really bothered with diving too deeply into novels or magazines or — ugh — poetry. There’s only so many hours in the day, you know?”

what are your favourite hobbies or activities? 

“Listening to music and studying magic are my oldest hobbies, but I have other interests. Baseball...murder...the occasional nap. I hate to be bored, so anything that keeps me entertained is usually preferable to doing nothing.”  

this or that: sweet or salty? quiet or loud? midnight or daybreak? cats or dogs? hot or cold? big party or small gathering? bath or shower? amusement park or art exhibit? ocean or mountains? pen or pencil? passenger or driver? cake or pie? leather or lace?

“Let’s see, in order...both, I like it loud, midnight, cats, cold, big party, depends on who’s joining me, neither, mountains, pen, driver, blood, and either so long as Davina’s wearing it.”

SUPERNATURAL.

how did you find out about supernatural forces? 

“I was born a witch in a village full of werewolves, so supernatural has always been about the norm for yours truly.”

how do you feel about your powers? 

“I hated them at first. I’d been a witch — a powerful one, at that — but then I was turned and suddenly had nothing. I mean, I had other powers, but I always missed the rush of practicing magic. I spent the better part of a millennium chasing after that feeling and trying to get it in other ways, but nothing quite did it for me. I was actually glad when mother decided to shove my soul into some nearly useless witch body even though it meant that I was stuck with her and Finn, who had gone completely bonkers at this point, by the way. Then I was murdered — by a pathetic little hex, of all things — and it was...enlightening, I guess. I’d missed my actual body anyway, but after dying from a silly little spell, I couldn’t help but really want my durable, familiar, immortal original body back. At least nothing could kill me as a vampire — well, I mean, obviously something did kill me at one point, but there’s not supposedly not a single splinter of White Oak left in the whole world nowadays. The only thing that kill me now is Marcellus, and while I’m not about to push my luck, I highly doubt he’s going to before Niklaus bullies him into running back across the river with his little werewolf tail between his legs. I like being immortal and thinking about all the trouble that magic has caused me — and people that I really care about — in recent years makes it difficult to remember why I ever used to complain about being a vampire, especially seeing as I’m one of the most powerful vampires who’s ever existed and I can mostly control myself nowadays.”

how do you feel about species other than your own?

“Young vampires — and werewolves, witches, humans...everyone, really...is just so arrogant and misguided these days. Their blind hedonism is loud and frustrating. Regardless, I do have a certain fondness and respect for witches, though the affection is rarely returned. I’ve never really liked werewolves seeing as their kind killed my younger brother — not to mention that I never much cared for dogs anyway — but Hope and Hayley are the exceptions; not Nik, though. I don’t like him most of the time and he’s a prick.”

if you could, would you re-start with a mundane human life?

“Humans are fragile and they die, so no.”

WILDCARDS.

what would one find in your car, in your garbage can, on your nightstand?

“Trash, more trash...a book, maybe, but also some more trash...my phone, and probably a blood bag or two.”

who was your first crush? what attracted you to them?

*imagine a nostalgic dreamy sigh here ok* “Tatia Petrova, the most beautiful woman in our whole village and the B.D. — Before Davina — love of my life. It’s a tragic story. We wanted each other desperately, but she was afraid of her feelings for me so she tried to hide them and even went so far as to settle for my brother...then my other brother. Then she died, which I can only assume is what happens when you fall that deeply into a pit of denial and despair like she did after it became clear that we could never be.”

where do you find yourself dwelling the most: the past, the present or the future?

“These days it’s probably the past, but I suspect that Davina would like to have a future talk at some point — which I’m not really sure that I’m looking forward to, if I’m being honest — but I imagine it’ll at least switch things up for a change.”

is it okay for you to cry? when was the last time you cried?

“Father used to insist that men don’t cry, but I don’t think you can help it sometimes. In fact, I know you can’t. I have nightmares — ugly things. They tend to get loud.”

what is the worst thing that can be done to a person?

“They could die. Obviously.”

what is your deepest, most well-hidden kink?

“It’s not really hidden, but we vampires tend to have a...penchant for bloodsharing. What can I say? It’s a turn on.”

#⤷ task. #don't read this #you will actually literally lose iq points #he's so stupid oh my god #and he never stops talking WHY #i hate this so much

[dualwieldingtymber]

In the Game - Ch 3

Months have passed since Regan joined Cullen and his friends with their weekly game. It's Cullen's nameday and Regan & the others want to surprise him.

note:  This is in the same universe as the Starting Over series with Regan and Alistair, but it involves Cullen and Regan Trevelyan, more than a year before Alistair and Regan Cousland meet. I just kind of wanted to do something a little different with this pair, and thought this could be fun.

Chapter 1 

Chapter 2

Find it on Ao3 here

Regan twisted to avoid the hot baking sheet Bull pulled from the oven, carrying a basket of rolls out of the kitchen.  “Where’d you find tonight’s dessert, Bull?  It smells amazing.”  One of her favorite things about joining Cullen and the rest for their mostly weekly game had become acting as guinea pig for whatever recipe Bull had discovered and wanted to try out.  

“Dorian got it from someone he works with.”  Bull drizzled frosting over the cinnamon-y dessert.  “We thought it would be a nice treat.”  He left the dessert to cool and went about setting up the rest of the food. “It isn’t every day Cullen actually admits he’s having a nameday.”

Dorian set out the good plates; the first time since Regan’s introduction to the game.  It wasn’t so much about making a good impression this time. Cullen had been one of his best friends for years and rarely brought attention to his nameday.  “I know you two usually come together.  Did he say anything about you not riding with him today?”  

She had struggled for over a week trying to figure out how to get to Dorian’s place before Cullen to help get things ready.  Almost every plan she’d come up with had been rejected almost immediately for one reason or another.  Finally, she’d settled on a little white lie.  “I told him I needed to help Blackwall get ready for his anniversary date with Josie, and I’d just meet him here after.  He’s heading over after a meeting.”  A couple more trips to and from the kitchen and the food was laid out.  “It’s not a surprise party, right?  I mean, not exactly?”

“It’s a surprise, yes. A surprise party?  No.”  Dorian did another quick check of the table and the buffet setup and nodded.  The gifts were in the other room, out of sight, so it was as good as it was going to get.  He was sure no one would notice if anything out of place; he just hated the thought of things not being just right.   “We’re having a little food, a few gifts, and our normal game.  There aren’t even any decorations.  Have you figured out how to get things moving in the right direction?”

A quick check of the suddenly vibrating phone pulled her attention to the door.  “Thanks, guys. I really appreciate it.”  Regan gave them each a quick peck on the cheek and headed for the door.  “Cass and the others are here.  All that’s left is Cullen.”  She pulled the door open and hugged everyone before shrugging.  “I have no clue yet, honestly. I’ll come up with something.”

“Sera is actually on time?  How did that happen?”

“She rode with me, of course.”  Varric strode in with a laugh.  “I wouldn’t let Buttercup’s lack of timing ruin all your planning, Sparkler.”  He disappeared into the hallway to drop the wrapped parcels he’d been carrying in the appropriate room with the others as the door clicked shut. When he reappeared, he took his seat at the table.  “I still can’t believe I missed your debut in the game, Grace.  At least Curly had the decency not to let my beloved Corwin die while I was gone.”

“He’s here!”  Regan looked up from her phone and made a shushing sound.  “We’re not hiding, exactly, but ….”

“We know, Trev; we know.” Bull rested a hand on her shoulder and turned her toward the door.  “Go let him in; everyone else, to your seats.  Let him think we’ve been waiting impatiently.”  While Bull thought Dorian’s plan was going to be a little difficult to pull off, it was better than jumping out from behind the wall and yelling ‘surprise’.

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Bull grumbled as the dice tumbled to a stop just short of the map.  If he didn’t know any better, he’d swear the dice were laughing at him. “I run over and dump a healing potion into Cerastes’ mouth for ….” He did some quick math and rolled his eyes.  “For a whopping ten points.”

Dorian groaned softly, pressing his fingertips against his forehead.  “Cerastes looks around for Felix and sends him at the creature that knocked him out.  ‘We’ll sneak in the back way.  These bandits can’t be smart enough to put traps in the back way.  Whose bright idea was it to go through the back door again?’.”

“I flick a piece of crumbled gargoyle at him.  ‘You’re the one who stepped on the trigger!’.”  Sera downed what was left in her mug and rolled.  “I take a shot at the same thing Felix is going after.”

“One more to go.” Cullen pulled the second-to-last gargoyle from the map.  “Who’s next?”

Varric rolled his dice and grinned.  “Finally; 27, plus 4 fire damage.”  They’d been struggling for the past thirty minutes trying to deal with a cluster of gargoyles brought to life by a trapped stone that no one in the party, including the rogues, had managed to notice.  For some reason, he’d been rolling like garbage anytime it really mattered.

Cullen reached for the final mini to pull it off the board with relief.  He’d started to worry that he’d somehow managed to make the encounter too difficult, despite the fact that everyone had leveled up at least once.  “The last gargoyle falls to the ground in pieces, bits of something, you don’t really want to know what, crackling with flames.  What next?”  

“Before we go further, who needs healing?”  Cassandra looked around the table, noting that just Dorian raised his hand.  “How bad?” When he answered, she glanced at her sheet and sighed.  “Against her better judgment, Aratur  tosses Cerastes a greater healing potion for….”  She rolled the necessary dice and fought back a triumphant smile.  It wasn’t much, per se, but given the fact she was rolling D4s, it was decent. “Fifteen points.”

“While they’re doing that, I’m going to try and check the door over there for traps.”  Regan dropped the dice on the table and frowned a little as she mathed.  “Twenty-four?”  She was nervous; the last two times she or Varric had checked for traps had not gone well, and while this was the highest roll between them for the night, it was entirely possible that it still wasn’t enough.

Cullen looked over his notes and nodded faintly.  He had to hide how happy he was that his girlfriend not only was alright with the hobby that had been so important to him for years, but also enjoyed participating! The fact that she had picked things up so well still made him smile.  “The door does not appear to be trapped.”

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“So you all finally make it back to the mayor’s house, boy in tow and … mostly intact.  He’s certainly shaken up and bruised, with the tip of the ring finger of his left hand missing after his stay with the bandits.”  Cullen glances over at Regan, only to notice that she was very pointedly looking at Dorian. “What … who does what next?”

Dorian caught Regan’s eye and nodded.  They had been trying to find a way to bring the game around to a way to give Cullen his presents, but nothing had materialized, until now.  As far as Dorian could tell, the cake had been a success; Cullen had managed to eat two pieces of it rather quickly, while everyone else had gotten one, but that was the extent of celebration they’d managed thus far.  “Cerastes knocks on the mayor’s door, rather surprised there was no guards stationed.”

Regan scooted back from the table and hopped up, using the restroom excuse to leave the room momentarily, missing the exact moment the mayor answered the door.  She could hear someone … she was fairly certain it was Sera – Breeches … explaining in grand detail the harrowing adventure that … wait, they didn’t really face down owlbears to rescue the boy.  Leave it to the bard.  She gathered up the gifts, thankful that most of them brought their gifts in bags, and made it back to the doorway of the main room just in time to hear Cassandra’s Aratur chastising the bard for making things up.

“Corwin interrupts the two bickering women, pushing past them both to go up to the mayor. ‘Honorable Mayor, in addition to rescuing your son; terribly sorry about the finger, by the way – that happened well before we arrived.’  I turn and motion for Amnon to come on up.”  Varric looks over to where Regan had been standing, surprised Cullen hadn’t noticed her there yet, and tilted his head toward the man of the hour.  “When he gets close, I turn back to the mayor.  ‘In addition to finding your son, we found some … trinkets we felt you might like.”  

Bull cleared his throat, watching Regan try to move as quietly as possible while carrying several bags and a couple boxes.  If he could have gotten up to help without calling Cullen’s attention, he would have. As things stood, he just did his best to keep everyone’s attention on him.  “I carry two of the gem-encrusted statues we found in the bandit’s place – the ruby one and the larger emerald one - up to the mayor.  I tell him ‘Choose one,’ and hold them down for him to see.”

Cullen’s brow furrowed in confusion.  For as long as he’d been playing with the group, they’d never willingly parted with something worth that much when they didn’t have to.  The obvious confusion came through in his voice.  “The mayor looks at his son.  ‘I … ah … thank you?  Frederick, which, ah – which do you think?’.  Frederick shudders, obviously not really thrilled with the idea of a memorial from the bandits that had kidnapped him, but … he eventually points to the ruby encrusted statue.  The mayor turns back to you, Corwin, and you can tell he’s just very confused.”

Regan finally reached Cullen and rested the presents at his side.  “Maybe this will clear things up a little.”  She leans over and brushes the barest of kisses against his lips. “Happy nameday, dearheart.”

Cullen stared around the room; everyone was watching him expectantly.  Too many eyes to do what he really wanted to do, and certainly enough to bring a flush to his cheek. “You … you all planned this?”  His eyes darted from Regan to the others and then back to Regan again.  “I … I don’t know what to say.”

“Say ‘Thank you’ and open the presents.”  Bull’s suggestion was laced with laughter.  The surprised look on Cullen’s face when he realized that a pile of gift bags were for him had been worth the effort.  “Start with the big, red bag.  That’s from us.”

Cullen went through the bags slowly, feeling just a little uncomfortable with the number of eyes on him. There was a new coat from Dorian and Bull, complete with furred collar and a copy of a movie that he’d wanted to see but missed in the theater thanks to a number of double-shifts.  Varric’s gift was a collection of graphic novels, written by himself, of course, each one autographed ‘To Curly’.  Cassandra’s gift was absolutely practical – a new shirt and a gift card for a nice restaurant.  By the same token, Sera’s gift had been one of the boxes and was absolutely the most impractical thing she could think of: two packs of edible under-garments – his and hers, for later, she’d said while grinning at Regan.  

And then he was down to Regan’s.  Hers was the second box, wrapped neatly in red and gold paper.  

“Open the box first, then read the card,” she instructed.

He barely caught the blush rushing to her cheeks, though he thought he saw it deepen when their eyes met and he nodded.  Carefully peeling the paper back, he found an ornate wooden box, slightly larger than the box he kept his dice in.  Across the top, he could see each letter of his name, framed on either side by a roaring lion’s head.  Inside was a set of brand new dice: marbled scarlet with gold numbering.  The twenty-sided die had a tiny lion’s head in place of the twenty.  “Regan, this is … this is amazing.  Where did you find this?”

She smiled awkwardly, ducking behind Bull until she regained her composure.  “I … had it made?  Blackwall carved everything after I supplied the box and dice.”  She reached over and gently tapped the card.  “Don’t … don’t forget the card.”

Cullen nodded, noticing the nervous way she bit her lip after speaking.  He flipped open the envelope and pulled out the card.  The front was fairly non-descript – a funny comic about getting older, and the pre-printed message inside was much the same. However, there was something else written in what was most certainly her handwriting, promising something of a far more personal nature when they were alone again.  He tried to speak, but just the thought of what she wrote had his mind misfiring.  It took several tries before he could finally say anything.  “I … I don’t know what to say, other than thank you; all of you.”  

“Dorian, would it be alright with you and Bull if Cullen gave me a ride home?  I took a cab to get here and ….”  Regan shuffled the remnants of wrapping paper that had somehow drifted in front of her, trying not to look too uncomfortable with the fact that she was pretty certain everyone at the table had an idea of what the card said.

The couple shared a knowing smile and nodded.  “Go on. We’ll take care of cleaning up.” Bull looked over at Cullen and made a shoo-ing motion with his hands.  “Go on, take her home, Cullen.  And happy nameday.”

Go to Ch 4

Additional note:  I want to thank @nerdyskirt for her help with all the D&D parts. I have never played Dungeons & Dragons (I tried once, but the people I was playing with were not very welcoming or patient with a newbie, so …). My knowledge of the game is pretty much limited to what I’ve seen on Critical Role, so … without her, this story wouldn’t happen.

#Cullen Rutherford x Regan Trevelyan #Cullen Rutherford #regan trevelyan #modern au #In the Game #Dorian Pavux #Iron Bull #cassandra pentaghast #Sera #nerdyskirt