#connor x bull

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when it’s someone you care about, you give them what they need

#dragon age #dragon age fanart #dragon age inquisition #iron bull #iron bull x inquisitor #iron bull x trevelyan #connor trevelyan #my art #this is significantly spicier than my usual flavor of posts #but this has been eating away at my brain for too long #friends with benefits emphasis on friends #trying to #force myself to post more art #it is HARD #it took me 30 minutes to convince myself to post this #also bull is the only person large enough to make connor look normal-sized #i love that for them tbh #connor x bull

[jgracie]

talking about pjo x f1… WHAT TEAM WOULD DO YOU THINK THE CHARACTERS BE IN?!

OFF TO THE RACES — PJO/HOO + F1 TEAMS

masterlist | rules

↳ part 2! (i can only put 10 pics in a post 😣)

an anon i got SO excited when u sent this so obviously i had to make it a whole post 😇 love u so much ! also i only included the relevant teams sorry not sorry i was not ab to find some random person to put in kick sauber or wtv it’s called now 😭 should i write reader x driver chars?!?

FERRARI’S DRIVER LINEUP CONSISTS OF . . .

OO1 — PERSEUS “PERCY” JACKSON

after placing 3rd in his rookie season of formula one, percy jackson quickly became a fan favourite amongst newbies and old timers alike! he had no trouble receiving a contract from ferrari at the end of last year, much to williams' dismay, and now seems to be bringing a team that we once thought was having its downfall to the podium! now, he seems to be on his way to winning his first ever world drivers' championship. hopefully, jackson remembers that the higher up you're sitting, the more people there are to tug you down...

OO2 — LUKE CASTELLAN

ferrari loyalist luke castellan has been the italian team's main driver for the majority of his career. none of his teammates could ever beat him - sneaky and speedy, he knows exactly how and when to comeback after a not-so-good weekend. if you're anywhere near castellan on the track, you should be extremely worried. now that ferrari have signed percy jackson in his second year, will castellan be able to hold his ground as their number one guy, or will percy eliminate him like he did the rest of the grid?

RED BULL’S DRIVER LINEUP CONSISTS OF . . .

OO1 — JASON GRACE

if you know red bull, you must know jason grace, who's been part of the red bull family ever since his days in formula four! grace seems to have been born with a god-given talent on the track, his smooth and precise takeovers catching the eyes of all sorts of people in the industry. despite receiving various contract offers left and right, grace stuck with red bull. in recent years, however, fans are beginning to believe that jason's heart simply isn't with them anymore...

OO2 — ANNABETH CHASE

after many years of persistence and hard work at haas, annabeth chase finally managed to catch the eye of red bull's team principal. people were hesitant to warm up to her at first, but she earned their love in no time by consistently placing on the podium and even landing a couple wins! clever cookie chase will do anything to be standing in front of the crowds, champagne bottle in one hand, trophy in the other - even going as far as disobeying team orders and overtaking teammate grace in some occasions, which might prove to be a sticky situation in the coming season

MCLAREN’S DRIVER LINEUP CONSISTS OF . . .

OO1 — LEONIDAS “LEO” VALDEZ

joining mclaren this year is none other than last year's formula two driver's championship winner, leo valdez! with quite the knowledge in machinery as well as fiery speed on the track, leo is definitely a force to be reckoned with. unfortunately, he hasn't been able to produce the results we've all become accustomed to from him, often dnf-ing and barely scoring any points. this might be getting to him, but oh well, all da ladies luv leo anyway!

OO2 — TRAVIS STOLL

completely juxtaposing his teammate and proving that the mclaren car is an absolute beast, travis stoll has quickly become a familiar face to see on a podium that was once a blur of blues and reds. despite this, he's managed to stay humble, insisting the praise should go to his younger brother and race engineer - connor stoll. the two are well known for silly banter and heartwarming singalongs during races. however, recent news of the younger stoll being jealous of his brother has started circulating...

#percy jackson x reader #luke castellan x reader #jason grace x reader #annabeth chase x reader #leo valdez x reader #travis stoll x reader #pjo x reader #hoo x reader #pjo headcanons #hoo headcanons #f1 x reader #f1 x pjo #cynwrites #idk what else to tag this with LOL #˖◛⁺⑅♡ luvletters #anonymous ೀ

[writingwithciara]

crossing enemy lines -connor bedard-

summary: connor and y/n tell quinn about them, then decide to hard launch their relationship to the entire world

word count: 857

pairing: connor bedard x hughes!reader

notes: this is a tie-in fic for my connor bedard social media series on my @socialfakes account. it should be read BEFORE the 4th social media post if you want some context. if not, you may read it whenever you want to 😊

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y/n was visiting quinn when she got a facetime request from connor. quinn glanced at her phone when it rang but luckily, she had his contact name set to something that wouldn't make quinn question it.

"y/n, you've got an incoming call from...who the hell is CBB?"

"collection agency probably."

"but why are they requesting to facetime?"

"who the hell knows, quinn? i stopped questioning things that get done." she grabbed her phone from the couch and ventured into the guest room to answer it. when connor's smiling face appeared, y/n smiled.

"hey, babe. how's vancouver?"

"it's great. aside from the fact that quinn is suspicious of us and is probably out in the living room trying to figure out who the hell CBB is."

"who is CBB?" connor raised an eyebrow and looked at the camera.

"it's you, dumbass." y/n giggled. "have to keep you under a code name until we tell people about us."

"speaking of that, when do you think we should? we've been dating for 5 months and it's been such a hard secret to keep. i just want to share with the world just how much i love you."

"i love you too." y/n sighed. "i think we should tell quinn first. he's my older brother and he's also the most calm. he could help us figure out how to tell jack and luke without them going crazy. plus, don't tell anyone this, but quinn is also my favorite."

"you're right. and i know. he's like a god to you, isn't he?"

"admired him my whole life honestly." y/n couldn't help but grin at him. she loved how much he knew about her. it showed her that he was attentive. "you guys are playing vancouver next week, right?"

"yeah. 4 days actually." connor smiled.

"good. i'll still be here so we can tell quinn together and then it won't look suspicious when i leave with you."

"sounds like a perfect plan, babe." connor looked off camera for a second then smiled. "i gotta go to practice now but i'll call you later."

"alright. i'll let you know when quinn's not around."

"i love you."

"i love you too." y/n smiled and hung up the phone. she went to open her door but quinn beat her to it.

"i still don't know who CBB is but i heard you say you love whoever you were just talking to. who was it?"

"it was luke. he was calling to say he missed me."

"i call bull on that. i know you have a boyfriend and i just want to know who it is."

"you'll meet him in 4 days. we plan to tell you first, okay?"

"okay. i appreciate it." quinn went to turn back towards the living room but stopped himself. "am i really your favorite?"

-----

the next 4 days passed by quicker than anyone expected and soon, the blackhawks were in vancouver.

y/n texted connor and told him to stop by the apartment for dinner. she decided she was going to spend all day making quinn's favorite meal, hoping it would ease the tension.

when the doorbell rang, quinn hopped up and got to the door before y/n could stop him. he swung the door open and saw connor standing with a bottle of something and a bouquet of flowers.

quinn glanced between his sister and the young hockey star.

"you're dating connor?"

"um....yeah. please don't be mad. i know you really don't want me to be dating anyone but i'm 21 and i love him. nobody can stop me from dating him."

"relax, i'm not mad. i was actually hoping you'd find someone soon. really glad it's not someone who's way older than you." quinn looked at connor and smiled. "how long have you guys been together?"

"almost 6 months." y/n answered for connor, who stood at the door shyly. quinn invited him in and smiled.

"6 months and you've managed to hide it this long? i'm proud of you, bug."

"bug?" connor looked at y/n.

"it's short for ladybug. when i was 6, i was obsessed with ladybugs and quinn has never let me live it down since."

"oh. that's cute." connor smiled and followed the siblings to the dining room.

"i think it's embarrassing but he doesn't care."

"i prefer to think of it as a good thing. if a ladybug lands on you, it's supposed to be good luck & having you in my life makes me feel lucky."

"he's got a good point, love. you make me feel lucky too."

"i love you. both of you." y/n smiled. "nobody else is to know of the nickname though. okay?"

"okay." the boys smiled.

the rest of the visit went smoothly. quinn was incredibly accepting of the relationship his little sister was in. when they told luke and jack, they were accepting but luke felt a little hurt. he didn't like that y/n had kept a secret from him.

telling the rest of the world seemed so much easier now that everyone close to them knew.

taglist: @worldlxvlys @fearfam69691

#connor bedard #chicago blackhawks #quinn hughes #luke hughes #jack hughes #new jersey devils #fake social media #instagram au #hockey player social media #nhl #hughes brothers

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⭐️ TOP 10 READS ⭐️

I wasn't really dabbling with the book community when I picked up reading again in September 2023 but now in January 2024, I've read 32 books (not a lot but I'm picking up speed finally!) and here are my TOP 10 reads so far on my reading journey 💘📚

Starting at #10...

#10: ICEBREAKER | Hannah Grace

This was one of the first books I read. It was also my first sports romance. I didn't think hockey would be it for me but WOWZA did Nate Hawkins change me. His and Stassie's relationship was a quick one that took my breath away. The spice? You wouldn't have convinced me of the fllth in this book when I picked it up. Honestly, the pages moaned when I opened them. Such a good read! Highly recommend. I'm currently reading WILDFIRE (Russ and Aurora's story) and cannot WAIT for Henry's book! He was my favorite side character 💘

RATING: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ | SPICE: 🌶️🌶️🌶️

#9: SECRETLY YOURS | Tessa Bailey

Secretly Yours was my introduction to Tessa Bailey who has honestly become one of my top 5 authors. I love her writing style. A third person typically isn't my cup of tea, but Tessa can change you. This was a great take on a little grumpy x mega sunshine action. Julian Vos is a sucker for his girl and secretly a little freak too. Absolutely loved this! Also, I loved the secret admirer letters back and forth. So good.

RATING: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ | SPICE: 🌶️🌶️

#8: Unfortunately Yours | Tessa Bailey

This is the second book after Secretly Yours. This follows Julian's sister, Natalie, and August Cates. We meet both of these people in Secretly Yours. There's nothing I love more than a marriage of convenience trope with a little splash of enemies to lovers, but knowing that the MMC has fallen in love first. August Cates? He is a WHOLE MAN. An ex-Marine who is set to keep his late best friend's vineyard dreams alive, his and Natalie's explosive relationship is a succulent read... And in the bedroom? Well, let's just say. He makes it fit. 🔥

RATING: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ | SPICE: 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️

#7: ADDICTED TO YOU | Krista & Becca Ritchie

The first book in the Calloway Sisters series follows two very complicated people, Loren Hale and Lily Calloway. Best friends since childhood who both face terrible addictions (Loren is an alcoholic and Lily is a sex addict), they've been playing their families for years that they've been together. They do this so they can help others hide their addictions. But when everything blows up and each realizes the other does have a problem, everything goes south. This book had me in tears. It is emotionally tragic and I adore LiLo SO much. I've read Ricochet and am going to start the 3rd book either this month or in February... Also, you may just fall in love with Connor Cobalt. I said what I said 💗

RATING: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ | SPICE: 🌶️🌶️🌶️

#6: FLAWLESS | Elsie Silver

When in doubt, remember what Big & Rich said. Save a horse, ride a cowboy. If you wear the hat, you ride the cowboy. My first cowboy romance ever and I was hooked from the very first page. We meet Rhett Eaton, a playboy bull rider with a hatred for milk unlike no other. He needs his reputation fixed and handled. Enter Summer. The most sunshiney person you'd ever meet gives this bull rider a run for his money. And the sex? Oh wowza. It's so good.

RATING: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ | SPICE: 🌶️🌶️🌶️

#5: A COURT OF THORNS & ROSES | SJM

My introduction to ACOTAR started off strong. I adored Tamlin (if you know, you know) we follow Feyre Archeron and her journey. I can't say much except you need to read this. It is one of the best series I've ever read, which is why my next 4 are ACOTAR too.

RATING: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ | SPICE: 🌶️

#4: A COURT OF MIST & FURY | SJM

ahhhhhhHHHHHH. I CRIED LIKE A BABY. RHYS?? Rhys is my husband. I can't help it.

RATING: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ | SPICE: 🌶️🌶️🌶️

#3: A COURT OF WINGS & RUIN | SJM

I cried even harder reading this one. Again, I can't spoil it.

RATING: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ | SPICE: 🌶️🌶️🌶️

#2: A COURT OF SILVER FLAMES | SJM

This is by far my FAVORITE. I am a Nesta girly. Deep down, out of all the Archeron sisters, I relate to Nesta the most. And Cassian is my favorite bat boy... Gah lay. I cannot wait for Azriel's book.

RATING: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ | SPICE: 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️

#1: HAUNTING ADELINE | H.D. CARLTON

My number one book... Is Haunting Adeline. I don't want to hear any negativity. This book changed me. I've got so many book boyfriends, but Zade Meadows beats them all. He is unstoppable. This book had me screaming at the top of my lungs and had me fighting for air. Zade had me questioning everything about myself. He is the dark boyfriend for me. I have Hunting Adeline and desperately want to read, but was trying to get through some of my TBR. I started it and cried by the third chapter so I had to put it down because I just KNOW Hunting will wreck me.

RATING: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ | SPICE: 🌶���🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️

#icebreaker #nate hawkins #haunting adeline #zade meadows #a court of thorns and roses #a court of mist and fury #a court of wings and ruin #a court of silver flames #sarah j maas #sjm universe #hd carlton #tessa bailey #secretly yours #unfortunately yours #flawles #elsie silver #rhys #cassian #azriel #rhett eaton #loren hale #addicted to you #calloway sisters

[imagine-silk]

Masterlist (Old)

🍮 My Favorites

AtSV

Peter B staring down Jess while hugging Autistic!Younger!Spider

Peter B taking Autistic!Younger!Spider to a meeting

DRAGON AGE

Dragon Age Inquisition characters finding comfort with you

Yan!Sera headcannon

Josephine Montilyet headcannon

Cassandra Pentaghast headcannon

Varric with a Noir Detective 🍮

Dorian, Cassandra, and Cullen finding out a Scout has a crush on Varric🍮

What if Sten was Pining

Vegas AU ideas

Okay hear me out... Trian and Alistair

Origins Fake dating ideas(Commenter has a great one for Shale)

DAI Modern summer events (Sera, Josephine, Iron bull)

You're a dark elf (Solas, Dorian, Josephine)

How they show affection (Varric, Cullen, Morrigan)

Their child is sick (Cassandra, Josephine, Vivienne)

Pining over a scout (Varric, Cole, Josephine)🍮

Days Recovering; One, Four

FALLOUT

Fallout Yan!Dudes with a courser s/o who left the Institute

Yan!Cait w/ Institute scientist Darling

Sole turns into a supermutant

Preston reacting to Sole w/ Auditory processing disorder (APD)

Yan!Girls Meeting your Assaultron Girlfriend

Yan!Girls w/ a tourist Darling

Reactions to terrifying super-ghoul

Super-mutant wing-man

Sole's accidental trick-shot

Sole painting companions in a surreal art style

Missing Sole turns up as a glowing ghoul

Girl companions meeting your ghoul parents

Sole sobbing uncontrollably when they come back from the Intitute

Modern!Companions comforting reader after a pet death (Not dogmeat's)

Cartoon door beat-up thing

Sole high on painkillers confesses (Deacon, Preston, MacCready)

Yan!Danse and Haylen react to Sole being former Enclave

Yan!Girls react to you saying you want to have a baby w/ them

Yan!Girls react to Sole leaving to hunt down an item and returning months later

Insults between dumb and dumber

Sole having four arms

Peaceful!Sole finally snapping at an ungrateful settler

Telling Yan!Girls you were once in the Enclave

Shooting Yan!Girls w/ a bubble gun🍮

Pouring your heart out to Yan!Girls

Companions gaining fire abilities

Companions (+Proctor Igram) react to a ripper doc

Life w/ Codsworth after the bombs dropped

Reader giving love-nips (Hancock, Nick, MacCready)

Scribe Haylen headcannons

Piper Wright headcannons

React to a magical girl w/ guns

Hancock, Deacon, Nick, and MacCready react to M!SS who shaves too much and ends up with a babyface

Companions react to Pacifist!Lycanthrope!SS who is stuck in werewolf form🍮

MacCready, Deacon, and Danse after a gore-y fight with blood everywhere🍮

X6-88's guide to cure love sickness🍮

React to the song Until I Found You by Stephen Sanchez

Chipper!SS breaking down after going to the institute

React to the song Glimpse of Us by Joji

Child giving them a friendship braclet (X6-88, Cait, Vadim and Yafim)🍮

Taking care of a Asian!Teen!SS(Travis Miles, Nick Valentine, Deacon)🍮

Deacon traveling with a Vampire SS(not romanced)

M!SS is protective over non-human companions (+Kent, Sturges)🍮

House husbands (Preston, Hancock, Deacon)

Favorite place to go for a date (X6-88, Preston, Hancock)

Yandere (Cait, Curie, Piper)

Having a trouble-making twin (Hancock, Nick, Piper, Deacon)

Yandere Preston, Gage, Danse

Relationship milestones (Deacon, Preston, Gage)🍮

Modern Companions

Modern Companions Love Interest/Ocs

You have a stutter (X6-88, Hancock, Piper)

When someone reacts negatively to them being a synth (With no interference)

What their kisses are like (Deacon, Hancock, Curie)

What are mornings like (MaCready, Cait, Preston)

Danse and Nate smut I wrote drunk

MARVEL🍮

Marvel characters being inebriated

Finding a portrait of them you painted

Secretary!Trilogy!Peter finding out he's in love with you

Natasha and sleepy kisses

Secretary!Spidermen; You doze off

Secretary!Spidermen; Winter dates i guess

Secretary!Spidermen (MCU, TASM, Trilogy, Peter B., Miles Morales)

Secretary!Spidermen; Getting you ready before a meeting

You're a Slime (Peter, Tony, Bruce)

Glass in my hands (Scott Lang/Fem!Reader)

DBH

Yandere husband!Hank + son!Connor x willing!Darling

Supernatural lore ideas

Gavin having a surgeon husband

"You're so cute." (Hank, Gavin, Chloe)

Hugging them out of the blue (Hank, Gavin, Chloe)🍮

You don't like androids (Simon, Luther, Markus and Carl)🍮

Meeting your parents (Hank, Markus, Gavin, Elijah)

Darling is very tactile (Yan Connor, Hank, Gavin)

Misc.

Please I need this Bagginshield ending

Yandere Elliott

Yandere Sam, Sebastian, Emily

Star Trek: Next Generation; Having a crush on Data (+Socially awkward)🍮

Overprotective!Yan!Parvati/Nyoka + trying to escape

Parvati romance headcanons (still ace)

#masterlist

[danwhobrowses]

My Highlights from WWE Elimination Chamber & NJPW Battle in the Valley

So instead of my usual long-winded reviews I'm deciding on something else, just highlighting the stuff I like from the PPVs, in this case two on the same night

On one end we have matches like Jay White vs Eddie Kingston and Mercedes Moné vs KAIRI, and on the other you have Elimination Chambers and Sami vs Roman. Let's see what I liked

Spoilers for the PPVs, watch them first if you don't want to be spoiled

WWE Elimination Chamber

Starting with the easy one, Montreal's crowd was a huge plus, proper into it just like El Paso was last week on AEW's shows

Liv Morgan x Elimination Chambers, girl just loves some gnarly spots so you gotta appreciate the gusto. Liked the way she was eliminated too, even if I had hoped she'd be final two

KANA. Asuka is on yet another resurgence and she deserves it. Back to her roots, she once again proves to be the most viable opponent for the champions, and frankly I think she should beat Bianca (tbf I wanted Asuka vs Charlotte: the revenge so we could get Rhea vs Bianca but this way if okay too) so she can get a world title reign that doesn't get bullshitted over

FINALLY DOING THE HOLLYWOOD PARODIES

Beth Phoenix sporting a bit of Bull Nakano facepaint

Dominik's ability to draw heat is great, he knows his role

Balor crossing from under the ring to sweep Edge

Beth and Edge did the Big Rig (Cole it's not the Shatter Machine anymore)

We need Rhea vs Beth one-on-one, make Rhea champion and have Beth challenge down the line

Starting the US title EC with Gargano vs Rollins, a feud we should have for Mania instead of Rollins vs Logan Paul

Theory locking himself in the pod was a better spot than when Carmella did it

Tezzy Ford, to absolutely nobody's surprise, did amazing, he's a year overdue in needing that singles run

Roman's character work during the match (which was slow going) is still great, even gaslighting Sami's wife. The psychology in hindsight was good too, because all the rest holds was to INTENTIONALLY kill the crowd energy, because that cut off Sami's energy source from Montreal's crowd

Also Sami's selling, not just for taking offence but also dishing it out, you feel the adrenaline carrying him through

Heyman thinking he could fight Owens

NJPW Battle in the Valley

A surprise mention of Mascara Dorada's (aka Gran Metalik) AEW Dark win run

Adrian Quest and Kevin Knight, as well as Dorada and Volador Jr's, synergy was great

The sheer madness it is that Hideo Itami vs Darren Young (with Aiden English on commentary) would've been a 205 live taping at best in WWE and yet it's now a title match on a NJPW PPV

KENTA being a bastard, hell put KENTA vs PAC as a feud have a proper Battle of the Bastards

Rosser's STF-Chickenwing was unique-looking

Reminder that MCMG debuted 17 years ago and they're still great

That one fan who sold Jay's Too Sweet like he was just given $100

Jay White also being a bastard, he will land wherever he ends up

The absolute CRACK you hear when Eddie chops someone, few do it better

Eddie outwitting Jay by rolling out of the ring after being hit with a Blade Runner

Jay kicking out of 3 Urakens, a half and half and a Northern Lights Driver!

Eddie giving Jay respect post-match as well, Jay could've easily left after Hikuleo, he could've just disappeared but instead he put Eddie over afterwards. I'll say again, he'll land wherever he ends up

Dave Finlay's promo after makes sense, that's how you get heat

Tom Lawlor hamming it up

Homicide sporting a Jay armband for Jay Briscoe

DVD, off the ring, through a door!

Commentary taking time to thank Jay White for his career

Watching ZSJ transition through submissions is like watching a sculptor work clay

I've only ever seen Clark Connors wrestle twice (first time being Forbidden Door) and I've enjoyed his energy both times

Mercedes out with the TCS Hana Kimura look, a bittersweet moment really, a great tribute but god I miss Hana, and I'm still not over the fact that the ones they charged got away with just an $80 fine

KAIRI hitting Mercedes with a table powerbomb off the stage

Mercedes this time hitting the Mone-maker cleanly

Mercedes landed, it was ultimately so important that she landed on her first post-WWE match and she did, she was worth the Mone. As much as I'm sad that KAIRI's reign was short, it makes sense

The stipulation of the main event, Okada and Tana are great wrestlers, but New Japan had fallen back on Tana vs Okada way way too many times

Overall

Match of the Night: US Championship Elimination Chamber (Jay vs Eddie is a close second but in spite of the shit finish I felt more entertained by the chamber)

Best Performance: Sami Zayn

Best Attire: Mercedes Mone's Hana Kimura gear

Best Spot: Montez Ford splashing from the chamber roof

#wwe #njpw #world wrestling entertainment #new japan pro wrestling #wwe elimination chamber #njpw battle in the valley #asuka wwe #kana #liv morgan #beth phoenix #wwe edge #rhea ripley #dominik mysterio #johnny gargano #seth rollins #montez ford #austin theory #roman reigns #sami zayn #paul heyman #kevin owens #mascara dorada #gran metalik #volador jr #adrian quest #kevin knight #KENTA #fred rosser #motor city machine guns #alex shelley

[bubski-mcboo]

My Ships

I won't be posting every single ship, just the ones I'm particularly invested in.

Items in bold have personal fanfics associated with them (which may or may not be published. I'll update this with appropriate links when I get around to it.

Ineffable Husbands (Good Omens)

Merthur (BBC Merlin)

Johnlock (original, movies and especially BBC)

Daniel x Johnny (The Karate Kid/Cobra Kai)

!adult Mildred Hubble x Hecate Hardbroom (The Worst Witch - ITV 1999)

Marvel

Connor x Hank (Detroit: Become Human)

Thasmin

Loki x Everyone and Anything With a Pulse

Loki x Loki

I just really like Loki

Loki x Dr Strange

Star Trek

Spirk

Uhura x Spock x Kirk

Uhura x !hinge Spock x Kirk

Picard x Data

Janeway x Seven

EMH x Seven

EMH x !hinge Seven x Janeway

Star Wars

Ben Solo x Rey

Obi Wan x Amadala

Obi Wan x Anakin

Obi Wan x Anakin x Amadala

Anakin x !hinge Obi Wan x Amadala

Han Solo x Luke Skywalker

Han Solo x Leia Organa

Poe Dameron x Finn

Skyrim

Cicero x OC

Brynjolf x OC

Karliah x OC x Brynjolf

!tragic Ulfric x OC

Harry Potter

Harry x Dumbledore

Harry x Hermione

Harry x Ron

Harry x Ron x Hermione

Harry x !tragic Barty Crouch Jr.

Harry x !good Barty Crouch Jr.

Harry x Snape

Harry x Sirius

Dragon Age

Solas x !fem Inquisitor (and duly traumatised, thanks for asking)

Cole x !fem Inquisitor

!poly !hinge !fem Inquisitor x Cole x Solas x Iron Bull x Josephine

!poly Warden x Lelianna x Zevran

Lord of the Rings

Sam x Frodo

Bilbo x Thorin

#my ships #i love them your honour #poly ship #polyamory #femslash #slash

[vampireloverz]

am i gonna have to write myself the porn i wanna read… sick and twisted ugh

#just one One really good hank anderson x reader fic pls #im still on a hank kick… gimme gimme >:( #him and iron bull are occupying my brain rn it’s sickening #me at work- completely zoned out and ignorant to the world around me: video game man cawk…. #tbh i wanna fuck hank and connor but im not ready to talk abt that…… #im so nauseous i wanna go home :’( #✵ — speaking

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#imma fuckin pee. #ho ly shit #* relationships. ❝ the buddy up bull - shit program . ◞ connor / hank anderson . #* ooc. ❝ 'o ka pua mae’ole i ka nani . . . ◞ the mun . › › #detroit become human #dbh #dbh connor #hank anderson #hank x connor

[plisuu]

Happy Friday and welcome back! How about for Connor x Bull and "I'd rather deny my feelings than have to explain them" 👀

I've been sitting on this prompt for a while and finally have words for my thoughts!

I didn't think anyone could be dumber than Connor and Cullen but I think these two really take the cake.

wc: 950 @dadrunkwriting

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“So. You and Cullen huh?”

Connor looked up with a start from the laces of his boots as he tucked the tail ends of them into worn leather.

“Do we have to talk about this now?” he asked, trying and failing to appear as nonchalant as Bull did, who still laid lounged out across his bed, fully nude and head propped up on one elbow.

“No time like the present, boss. And if we’re gonna keep doing this, we’re gonna have to talk about it.”

Connor sighed in quiet resignation. He and Bull had been casual—as casual as Connor was capable of, at least, with his desperate and constant need for reassurance, trust, and consistency. Bull was accommodating, but Connor was acutely aware that this was an arrangement, something that they both pretended didn’t exist beyond the bedroom, with set boundaries and rules.

“Fine. What about me and Cullen?”

“Are you guys a thing?”

The question gave him pause. Were they? Nothing official, certainly. It was just a flicker of feelings, a connection through the things they had suffered, stupid stories shared over ale and deeply competitive chess games when they weren’t busy yelling at each other over the war table. They were no more of a ‘thing’ than this was, so he shrugged.

“No, not really."

Bull eyed him carefully, watching him shuffle around the room, gathering pieces of clothing that had been haphazardly discarded earlier that evening.

“That’s not what it looks like.”

“Oh? What does it look like, then?” Connor tried not to sound defensive, but the words came out harsher than he intended. He was always a little more on edge when it was time to leave, when he had to walk out of Bull’s room and pretend like nothing happened, that he was okay with it, that he didn’t want to simply curl up and sleep tucked into Bull’s side. That wasn’t the agreement they had though, so he tried to shove the feelings away, where he wouldn’t have to face them.

“I dunno. You seem close. Just wanted to know if you were serious about him,” Bull replied, pushing himself upright.

Another pause. Why did it matter? Connor shrugged on his coat halfheartedly, trying to smooth out some of the wrinkles from being left in a crumpled heap on the floor. He was almost certain Bull was seeing other people, so why couldn’t he? So what if it was serious? And even if it was, he was in no position to ask Cullen for the kind of release he found beneath Bull’s hands.

“Would it be a problem if I was?”

“Depends.”

“On?”

“If you think we should keep doing this. If it’s still working for you.”

Connor felt his anxiety rising, panic creeping its way into his chest and making it difficult to breathe. He tried to swallow it down. What did he expect? Of course he was going to have to face this at some point—to ignore it would be selfish, cruel, keeping Bull trapped in their arrangement. He knew that Dorian was becoming more and more of a prominent part of Bull’s life, someone he could be with in public, someone that could offer a real relationship, something more than secrets behind closed doors. It only made sense that Bull was looking for a way out, a way to end things gently, so he could move on.

“If you don’t want to do this anymore, just say so.”

He couldn’t parse apart the look Bull gave him, and he felt his frustration begin to bubble over into tears that he tried to hide as he turned to the washbasin, splashing his face with the cold water. He shouldn’t be crying. This was supposed to be casual, for fun, for stress relief, there wasn’t supposed to be emotional entanglement. It wasn’t supposed to feel like drowning. It wasn’t suppose to feel like he was grasping for something to hang onto and gasping for air he couldn’t reach, like the falling feeling in the pit of your stomach when you expect the next step and it isn’t there.

“That’s not what I’m saying,” Bull grunted. The bedframe creaked under his shifting weight as he stood. “I just figured you’d want something more stable, and if Cullen is gonna be that person for you I don’t want to get in the way of that.”

“I don’t…” He didn’t want to break this off. It felt like the only thing keeping him anchored, the only thing that kept him sane through the torrent of emotions and sudden onslaught of responsibility and expectations, freeing him from the immense weight of it all, if only for a moment. It was selfish, he knew that, but he wanted to be selfish, just a little longer.

“I don’t want to stop,” he finally whispered.

“Then we won’t.”

The heat of Bull's chest pressed against Connor's back, and a gentle yet heavy hand rested on his shoulder, as if anything more might break him. He wished Bull would do more, wished he could do more, but knew he shouldn’t ask—he was already asking so much. He set his hand over Bull’s, resisting the urge to lace their fingers together, to press the warmth of it against his cheek, and nodded.

Bull only sighed in response. Connor wanted to imagine it was relief, that Bull wanted this as much as he did, and he closed his eyes against the guilt that was reflected back up at him in the basin—of himself, disheveled and half-dressed, and of Bull hovering over him quietly, patient in even this.

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[im-in-love-with-pizza-bites]

Yours, Mine, Ours: Chapter 29

Single-Dad!Chris Evans X Single-Mom!Reader

Series MasterList

List of OCs for this series

Series Summary: Your husband Caspian Richardson Senior died while serving in the military, so you move your three sons to Boston, MA. Where you meet an actor and his sweet daughter.

Chapter Summary: Chris goes to one of Caspian's football games! And he finds out about what Jace did for June.

Series Warnings: Death of a spouse/parent, divorce of parents,

Chapter Warnings:

Chris walks into your house. He had texted asking to come over and you told him to just walk in, as the door was unlocked. He was waiting for June to come home from school. He was surprised you weren't at work. It was a Friday you should've been working. He was more surprised to see Jace on the couch. He was unable to see the ice pack or black eye.

"Hey bud you sick?"

"No. Suspended."

"For what?" Chris asks kicking his shoes off and walking over to the couch, now noticing the ice pack he was holding to his eye. "What happened to your eye?" He kneels in front of him.

"Fighting which was bull since I was standing up for myself and I didn't even put my hands on him first!" Jace says pausing the TV.

"Really?"

"Yeah! This boy, Josh has been bothering me since I moved here, and I noticed him pushing Matty and I saw June there too so I go over cause I can handle him insulting me and talking about dad but... They can't and one thing led to another and he pushed me so I punched him. And he punched back. It felt awesome to punch his stupid face. But apparently since I did the most damage in the fight I got suspended longer than him! Which is dumb but I don't care cause mom didn't ground me so I just have a break from school!" Jace grins. "And I look pretty cool with a black eye." He moves the ice pack.

"Yes, you do." He grins. "Hey bud, thank you for standing up for June. I appreciate it. I'm proud of you for fighting this kid, it must've been scary."

"My dad told me to always stand up to bullies. But never to start a fight... It wasn't that scary dad faced up to much more scarier things." Jace says, "I couldn't just let him pick on June and Matty." Chris smiles, he hadn't really heard Jace talk about his dad. He chalked it up to Jace not being able to remember him well. He knew Jace was only around 6 the last time he saw his dad in person.

"I don't know much about your dad but I'm sure he'd be so proud of you." Chris smiles.

"Yeah I hope so." Jace looks at his hands.

"Hey Jace! Caspian has a game tonight so make- oh hey Chris I didn't realized you walked in already. Did Jace tell you about what happened at school?"

"Yeah we were just talking about it. Do you think Caspian would mind if me and June joined you guys at his game?"

"Probably not but you can ask him, he's probably staying at the school until the game though, so text him. Are you picking June up at the bus stop?"

"Yeah of course."

"Do you mind picking Connor up too? I don't want him walking home alone if you can't pick him up though I'll get him."

"I was already planning on, he rides the same bus as June I wasn't just gonna toss her in the car and leave him there." He smiles.

Thanks sweetheart."

"Hey Chris, if you're gonna come to Caspian's games... Can you come to my baseball games too?" Jace asked. Chris grins, looking down at the boy.

"Of course buddy!" You smile, glad Jace is warming up to having Chris around.

———

"What's his number?" Chris asks as you and the three kids sat down in the stands.

"3." You tell him. He picked that number to honor his dad since that is his birthday.

"I see him." Chris looks down to the side lines where he sees Caspian looking at the stands. Probably looking for you and his brothers. Caspian noticed you five and waves before the coach called him over. "Look Juni that's Caspian." Chris lifts her onto his lap and points at the teenager.

"Cool!" June smiles. After the national anthem the game begins. You look down at Caspian he's looking at the sky. You smile softly as he turns back to you and smiles waving. You watch him run onto the field for his first game of the season. Your boy is all looks all grown up in the jersey and helmet. He looks just like his dad did.

The game begins. June watches it intently. Chris just smiles as he sits by you in the stands. This, this was his dream for life. Large family, watching his kids play sports, being the loudest dad in the stands, doing all while sitting by the woman he loves. He's not sure if he'll ever truly get that but he hopes it's with you, you're three rowdy boys and his little girl.

"Run! Go Caspian!" Chris screams, as you jump to your feet watching your son run to the end zone.

"Yes that's my boy!" You yell.

"Yes! Good job Casp!"

"Yayy!" June cheers. "Did he win?"

"No love bug, he got a point!"

"Cool! Good job Caspian!" She yells.

"You have to be louder June like," Jace begins before screaming, "Go warriors!"

"Oh!"

———

"You did great bud!" Chris puts a hand on Caspian's shoulder.

"Thanks Chris." Caspian smiles.

"Okay kids lets go get some dinner, Chris do you and June want to join?"

"Yeah."

"Caspian wait up!" You heard a teen say from behind you. You look behind you and you see a teenage girl. She looked 16, she had long black hair and blue eyes.

"Hey Cassie." Caspian smiles.

"Caspian we'll wait at the car for you okay?" You ask him grabbing his shoulder and from him.

"Okay." He smiles.

"I'll carry your helmet!" Connor offers grabbing it.

"Okay butthead." Caspian gently pushes him.

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"I wanna play football!" June announces as you all waited for you food at applebees.

"What?" Chris looks at his five year old.

"I wanna be play football like Caspian does!"

"Sweetie I don't think they have any team for kids your age." Chris says softly. You knew that was wrong, they have flag football but you decide to tell him later when June isn't present.

"Then when can I daddy?" June says.

"Uh."

"I started playing when I was 8."

"I don't want to wait that long though." June pouts.

"Bubba I'll look into it okay? Until then Maybe Caspian will play with you. Get you ready for when you play with team?" Chris offers.

"Yeah! I'll take you to the park tomorrow we can play!"

"Yay!"

"Can we come?" Connor asks referring to him and Jace.

"Of course." Caspian grins.

"It's settled. I'll make you guys a snack tomorrow morning." You tell them smiling.

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[itsreigns]

Everywhere

Evan Buckley x Reader

His parents come to visit Evan and (Y/N) during the weekend. Evan wasn’t particularly excited about it, and then, (Y/N) finally understands why.

Warnings: Angst. Fluff.

Words: 1,572

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Buck’s parents will come to visit us this weekend. I’ve met them many times before, not for a very long time though, but it’s the first time they’re visiting since me and Buck moved in together.  

I don’t know why, but he’s not particularly excited about it. I thought about calmly asking him about it, but I decided I’d wait for him to be ready to talk to me instead. And today, two days before their arrival, he reached out during breakfast. 

“I’m just anxious about it.” He states, avoiding my gaze, instead focusing his attention on the fork resting on the table as he messes with it. 

“But… why, babe? I thought you liked having your parents around. They’ve been here before.” I carefully try to reason him, trying to understand him at the same time. 

“I do… And sure, they’ve been here before, but not during a complete weekend.” He sighs heavily, clearly frustrated that he can’t find the right words to explain himself. “Nevermind.” 

So, his problem is that they’re going to be here for a long time? I don’t even think 48 hours is that much time, to be quite honest. I feel like there’s more to this, but I can’t quite put my finger on it yet. 

“Evan, you know you can talk to me about everything, don’t you?” I say softly, covering his hand gently and caressing it. He finally looks me in the eye and stops fumbling with the fork. 

“I know, baby. I know. I’m sorry… I just… Sometimes they’re… it’s not easy to deal with them.” He tries to explain himself, still struggling to find the right words. I tug on his hand for support. 

“Hey, whatever happens, we’re in this together, and I’ll be here for you, ok? No matter what.” I reassure him, leaning in and pressing a kiss to his lips. 

“Thank you. I love you, (Y/N).” He whispers against my lips.

“I love you, Evan.” 

*2 days later*

Saturday’s here. Two days passed by smoothly. Evan was a bit more at ease, but I could tell he was still anxious, there was still stuff floating on his mind. But I just gave him space. I know him, and he definitely doesn’t like being pressured. Sometimes I intervene, obviously. But right now, I don’t think it’s the right thing to do. 

I was busy getting our dining room ready for lunch as Ann and Connor would be arriving in no time, when I realized I haven’t seen Buck in a while. I found him quickly as he’s sitting on the couch, bouncing his leg anxiously, lost in thought. That seems to be a thing for him lately. 

Feeling the couch shift beside him, he jumps in his seat just as I’m reaching out to caress his thigh. “Jesus, (Y/N), you scared me.” 

“I’m sorry, Evan.” I apologize, biting my lip. I stare at him, caressing his cheek, as if doing so, would help me find some clue of what’s going on or, at least, something that helps me start this conversation. “What’s really going on, babe?” I ask softly, moving my hand to hold his tightly. 

“I…” He trails off, averting his gaze to his lap, consequently avoiding mine. “It’s nothing, (Y/N). Really.” 

“It’s not nothing, Evan. I know you.” I confront him, keeping my tone even and gentle. “Whatever’s bugging you, it’s not nothing. I can tell it’s serious.” 

Buck sighs heavily, burying his head in his hands. I get closer to him, putting my arms around him and caressing his back with my hand soothingly. The silence lings in the air for a couple of minutes. 

“It’s stupid.” He finally says, still in the same position, not wanting to face me. 

“If it’s upsetting you, it’s not stupid, Evan.” I whisper, tugging his left arm to me so he’d finally face me. He concedes, so I take his hand in mine as he still rests his chin under his other hand. “Whatever it is, I won’t judge you. I’m not here to judge you, I’m here for you. No matter what.”

“It’s just… My parents. I don’t think I’m mentally ready to have them here.” He finally admits. I can tell there’s much to the story, but for now, I’m just content with the fact that he’s opening up to me. “You just don’t know how they truly are. I mean, I love my parents, but they just... “ He trails off, not sure of how to end that sentence. 

“Evan, we’ll go through this together, ok?” I whisper, and he nods. “If you feel uncomfortable or something, we’ll just come up with some excuse and we’ll make them leave. It’ll be fine.” I assure him, leaning in and pressing a few kisses to his lips. 

*Sunday, 1:25pm - 24 hours into having Evan’s parents at home*

Now I know what Evan meant yesterday. Ann and Connor spent the whole day being passive aggressive towards him. About everything. About him as a person. About his job. Honestly, I don’t know how they can’t see that what they’re saying is hurting him. It was definitely pissing me off, so I’d just answer back assertively. 

So, last night, before we went to bed, Evan sat down with me and just asked me not to say anything, that he’d handle it. I’m trying to respect that, but I hate seeing him so down and sad. I think he should speak up and tell them how he feels, but I can see why he doesn’t. 

We’re hanging out in our living room after lunch when his mom speaks up, breaking silence.  

“How do you feel about my son’s job, (Y/N)?” She asks me, out of nowhere, completely catching me off guard. 

I lock my gaze with Evan’s and he shoots me an apologetic and ashamed look. God, he looks so sad, I hate seeing him like this. 

“I love that he’s a firefighter. He’s a hero to so many people. He’s my hero.” I say truthfully, shooting him an assuring smile, which he returns timidly. “I’m really proud of him.”

“Aren’t you scared that he’ll get killed trying to save somebody he doesn’t even know? I tell him that all the time, he’s risking his life for strangers.” She affirms calmly. Doesn’t she have a clue? What the fuck?

“If everybody thought like you, there would be no first responders, no firefighters in the world.” I reply, matching her calmness. “Of course I’m scared he might get hurt, but I trust him and I know he’s very good at his job, and so are his coworkers. They’re all super professional and qualified for their functions.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” That’s all she said. For a few seconds. Then she speaks up again. “But you know, he’s not as nice of a boy as he used to be. That job changed him. Connor thinks so too.”

“Well, then I can tell you that you’re right. He’s not a nice boy.” I say confidently, smiling sweetly at them, making the three of them move their attention fully to me. “He’s a great man. The best man I know, if I’m being honest. He’s grown into this amazing man, with this huge heart, a true fighter. He outdoes himself and surpasses any adversity or obstacle that comes in his path.”

I stop talking for a few seconds, turning to face Evan, and his beautiful blue eyes are shining with emotion, his mouth slightly open. His mother is staring at me, a blank expression on her face. And his dad seems to be lost in thought, as if he’s letting my words sink in. 

“And those are just a few of the million reasons why I love him.” I add, proudly, finally finishing up, feeling overwhelmed myself.

Thankfully that conversation subsided. A few minutes later, Evan motioned me to follow him, so we quietly excused ourselves to our bedroom. 

“Are you o-” I start once we get inside but he quickly cuts me off. He pulls me into a really tight hug, and hides his face in the crook of my neck. I could feel his hot, steady breath against my soft skin, and it feels so intimate, like home. 

“I love you so much, (Y/N). So fucking much.” He mumbles against my skin, his voice slightly wavering with emotion. “Thank you, babe.”

“For what?” I ask genuinely.

He pulls back slightly, but still keeps me in between his arms and close to him, and locks his gaze with mine. 

“For everything. For defending me, just now. For supporting me. For loving me.” He lists out, blushing a bit by the end. “No one ever did that for me.”

“I love you, baby. I always will be by your side, loving you and supporting you.” I reassure him, moving my hands to press my palms against his chest. “And also give your parents a reality check if needed.” We both chuckle lightly at my last sentence. “What would you do without me, Evan Buckley?” I laugh, playing with his shirt’s collar.

He pretends to be thinking really hard about what I just asked, so I playfully hit his shoulder. “Babe, stop.” I pout. 

He leans down and kisses me for a few seconds, before answering truthfully to my question.

“I’d look for you everywhere. I wouldn’t stop until I found you.”

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Hi Pia! Would you ever write in the doctrine of labyrinths universe again? Beast is my favourite fanwork of all time from probably the smallest fandom I am in. Your original characters in it like Keane were super interesting and I would love to read more of them! Also even a Ashmead x Murtagh x Felix one shot omg yes. Sorry I’m literally still not over beast being finished and am begging for scraps. So much respect for all of your writing Pia xx

Hi anon!

I unfortunately have a very bad habit (or good habit, depending on who you ask) of writing one long-ish fic for a fandom and then abandoning it for the next one, which is why on my thespectaclesofthor account, you can expand the fandom list and see '1' fic per fandom (with the exception of Stuck on the Puzzle).

So while I won't rule it out, I know my pattern and it's unfortunately not very likely. Don't get me wrong, I'd love to write about Keane and Gisela and Felix and Murtagh (and Ashmead). But I'd also love to write about Elliott and Alex. And I'd love to write more about Cullen and lion petplay with Bull. And I'd love to write more about Connor and Hank in the future. And I'd also love to finish that Flitmouse + Anton fic, and I'd love to write more oneshots actually for like, Spoils of the Spoiled and stuff, and... I don't know if you're starting to see my problem here, but my problem is I'd love to do that, and I already write around 40-50,000 words a month, and I'm exhausted.

And I want to write new stories for new fandoms too. At last count, my list of fandoms I want to write for is like... around 20.

So I'm not ruling it out...

But sadly, Beast might have to do for folks in the meantime.

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[nerd-elf]

I wrote how my Inky would react to first meeting Dorian, the love of his life. A short Dorian X Trevelyan fic with a slight Dorian X Felix headcannon

Nothing prepared the Herald to what he was going to face inside that Chantry, though. The Breach was in the sky, demons poured inside the building and still, a mage fought them all alone, as if he did that every day, and he still looked impeccable.

When he grinned at Connor at the end of the battle, the warrior felt a slight shiver. “Damn, he’s handsome.” He thought. Even Bull pointed it out. Dorian Pavus would never go unnoticed, even if he wasn’t Tevinter.

But soon Felix entered the room, and Dorian’s face glowed with the sight. “Knew it.” With that thought, Connor’s hopes quickly went away. A man like that would never be single.

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[ragingbookdragon]

Snowballs & Winter Races

A Connor Kenway x Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 1,800 Warnings: None

Author’s Note: Day 7! Bet y’all thought I forgot, huh? I DID NOT. Enjoy! -Thorne

          “Thank you for coming with me to deliver the supplies, (Y/N). I am grateful for your help.”

           His voice was soft and sweet like it usually was, and she couldn’t help but laugh, hoisting the empty leather bag higher onto her shoulder.

           “Ratonhnhaké:ton, you don’t have to thank me every time I come along with you.” She said, taking his hand. “I do so because I like spending time with you.”

           Connor’s cheeks pinked slightly and to hide the smile growing on his face, he looked forward. “Of course,” he murmured. “I…enjoy spending time with you as well.”

           (Y/N) hummed and waved at Warren and Prudence who were heading towards the inn; they waved back.

           “You haven’t had much of it since starting to work with your father.”

           He glanced over at her, brows furrowing with confusion. “Much of what?”

           She huffed. “Time, Ratonhnhaké:ton. It seems every day you have less and less.”

           He frowned. “I cannot help it. The war does not wait.” Connor’s face pinched. “Nor does my father.”

           (Y/N)’s eyes narrowed with humor and she mused, “So much to do…so little time.” Her gaze drifted up a path just up the road and she stopped, causing him to halt as well, confusion in his eyes.

           “(Y/N)? Are you well?”

           She nodded and looked at him. “Say, how about you and I take a detour and spend a little more time together?”

           A low hum sounded from his throat as he looked between the path and the sun beginning to sink towards the horizon.

           “It is going to get dark soon.” He noted. “And colder.”

           Her eyes twinkled with mirth as she let his hand go and started walking down the path. “Afraid of things that go bump in the night, beloved? If you’re scared, I understand, Ratonhnhaké:ton.” (Y/N) spun on her heel and winked. “I guess I’ll just have to go myself.”

           Connor scowled and hurried after her, taking her hand again. “I do not like to be manipulated, (Y/N). Even by you.” He laced their fingers, keeping her from leaving again.

           She barked a laugh. “Ratonhnhaké:ton, I’m not a manipulator. That sounds so vindictive and cruel.”

           “And you are not?” he countered.

           “Oh, I definitely am,” she agreed. “But I prefer to be referred to as a conniver of outcomes.” (Y/N) smiled sweetly and batted her eyelashes at him. “I just so happen to conniver many of your outcomes when it comes to me.”

           His amber eyes narrowed, and he growled lightly, “È:rha.”

           She smirked. “That doesn’t sound like a polite thing. Am I making you mad, Ratonhnhaké:ton? Afraid to beat me at my own game?”

           At that, Connor let go of her hand, a crimson streak across his face as he stomped off down the path, fuming in his native tongue. She cackled at his back and continued after him.

           They strolled through the path for a little over an hour and by the time they reached the end, an orange glow bathed the Davenport Homestead as far as the eye could see. Connor stood at the edge of the trees, his hands on his hips as he surveyed the land. It had grown so much since he’d gotten there. With the increased in residents and supplies, the community had begun to thrive as well as Boston and New York did. He felt a pride bloom through his chest at seeing his hard work starting to come back to him. Perhaps if it kept going it would be just as big as Boston and New York. Maybe it would be enough to—

           WHAP!

           Something hard impacted his shoulder and sent Connor lurching forward off balancing, stumbling a few feet. He quickly turned around and gaped, his left arm raising over his head to feel. Feeling something wet and cold, he grabbed it and pulled his arm back, uncurling his hand. Snow melted in his palm and he scowled, looking around—(Y/N) was nowhere in sight.

           “That was not funny, (Y/N).” The opening between both sides of the forest was at least fifteen feet, and while there wasn’t any brush to hide in, she had to be behind one of the trees. He took a few steps, carefully watching his surroundings.

           With the sun sinking, it meant he had less time to find her tracks, but even looking, he couldn’t seem to find where they started. Maybe she’d gone around another—

           WHAP!

           A snowball collided with his thigh and he spun, staring in the direction it had come, but there was nothing there but a barren expanse of undisturbed snow and defoliated trees.

           “(Y/N)!” he warned, feeling irritation welling in his chest. He knew she was playing a game with him—and he most definitely knew she was smirking that stupid smirk that made him all weak in the knees.

           Connor stopped and closed his eyes then opened them, seeing the world in a darkened haze of indigo. Her steps appeared before him and he cursed, seeing the tracks she’d made around multiple trees. She was playing a game with him. He sighed, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw the world back in the normal hue. He took one step forward and—

           WHAP!

           The snowball came out of nowhere, striking him in the chest with such a force that he staggered back and dropped to a knee. Connor looked up, seeing her perched on a branch, tossing a snowball into the air then catching it. A smirk was plastered on her face.

           “You’d be dead by now if I was your enemy, Ratonhnhaké:ton.” She tutted at him. “Imagine what Achilles or your father would say.”

           Connor growled at her and yanked his hood over his head, already heading for a tree he knew he could climb up and chase her through.

           “Oh? Are we making this a double or nothing game?”

           He didn’t respond, grunting as he pulled himself into the tree.

           (Y/N) stared him down as they came eye to eye in separate trees. “You look absolutely incensed, beloved.” A grin spread across her face as he took a step out onto the branch.

           He gave her one warning. “Run.”

           Her eyes went wide and with a squeal, she spun around, immediately hopping onto the next branch. She could hear him behind her, and while she had flexibility on him, he had reach on her.

           She sped from branch to branch as fast as she could, hearing them creaking under her weight, then groaning under his as he chased her. Her heart thrummed in her chest, heartbeat pounding in her ears, but the grin stayed on her face. She enjoyed these chases far too much, but as long as it was so easy to rile him up, (Y/N) was going to do it.

           Her boots hit the hunting platform and when she didn’t see a new branch to hop on, she turned and yelled, “Ratonhnhaké:ton, wait! There’s not another—”

           He was much too determined to catch her and going far too fast to be able to listen and stop. His moccasins struck the platform and upon hitting a small patch of ice, he slid forward, arms waving as he tried to stop himself.

           (Y/N) deadpanned, “Oh no. This isn’t gonna be—”

          Connor barreled into her like a bull in a pottery shop and the next thing she knew they were going over the edge.

           They smacked into a snowbank and though her back was cushioned by the pillowlike snow, she wasn’t protected from the brunt of Connor’s weight.

           He landed atop her and she let out a long, airy whine that sounded a lot more like air deflating from a sack. For a solid minute, nothing escaped (Y/N), but a groan resembling a dying animal.

           She took a deep breath, well, as deep as she could with two-hundred pounds plus weighing down on her. “I think you crushed my spleen, Ratonhnhaké:ton.” Her side ached with a fury. “I take it back. I think you crushed everything.”

           He let out a snort. “You do not even know where your spleen is, (Y/N).”

           “I’m gonna find yours with a knife if you don’t get off me.”

           Connor chuckled, but it dissolved into a moan as he lifted himself and flopped over onto his back, laying beside her. (Y/N) took in the much-needed air, prodding her stomach and chest.

           “Well, I don’t think you broke any of my ribs…but I’m definitely doing to have a Ratonhnhaké:ton shaped bruise across my front tomorrow.”

           “Sorry,” he mumbled, but a smile was on his lips.

           They didn’t speak for a moment, then he said, “We should start heading back. It will be dark within a few minutes.”

           (Y/N) hummed. “I’d move but a bull ran into me a few minutes ago and I can’t feel my back.”

           He scowled. “I am not a bull.”

           “You charge and ram like one.” She let out a heavy whine. “My god, is that what Regulars get hit with on a daily basis? I feel so sorry for them.”

           “It was not that bad.” He muttered and she glared at him.

           “Well that’s because you landed on me! I got sandwiched between you and the ground!”

           “The snow broke your fall.”

           “I’m going to punch you in the forehead. Come here.” (Y/N) reached for him but he rolled out of her way and she groaned, collapsing face first into the snow.

           Connor stood and nudged her shoulders. “Come on, (Y/N). Let us go home.”

           She shook her head, dramatically declaring, “I’m too far gone, Ratonhnhaké:ton. My soul ascends. Leave my body to decompose with nature.”

           He snorted and picked her up, slinging her over his shoulder. “You are dramatic, (Y/N).”

           Letting her head hang limply, she grunted at him. “Pot, kettle. Kettle, pot.”

           “What?”

           “Nevermind,” she sighed.

           Connor shook his head and continued walking back towards the pathway.

           “Hey, Ratonhnhaké:ton?”

           “Yes?”

           “Other than bruising my internal organs,” he grunted at her. “Thanks for playing a game with me.”

           “Of course, (Y/N).” he grinned. “I always enjoy winning them.”

           She hissed and slapped his rear. “You didn’t win!”

           “I did too!”

           “No! You ran into me! That doesn’t mean you won!”

           “I think it means I did!”

           “I think this argument means you’re gonna be sleeping downstairs tonight!”

           Connor dropped her to her feet. “You would not dare.”

           (Y/N) got in his face. “Try me, big-guy.”

           They glowered at one another before breaking into laughter. He leaned on her shoulder. “I love you, (Y/N).”

           She smiled at him. “I love you more, Ratonhnhaké:ton. And I am sorry.”

           His dark brows furrowed. “For what?”

           “This.” She shoved him in the stomach, and he sank backwards into a snowbank, howling as she took off.

           “(Y/N)!” Connor fumed.

           “Let’s see you win this one!”

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[a-shakespearean-in-paris]

Enchanter Come to Me

When Cullen comes to the Tavern one night, Lydia dances and enchants, hoping he will come to her even if she knows he won’t. She hopes to tell him something, something important, though the night may offer more than she initially thought. 

Cullen x Lydia Trevelyan, about 4,000 words. Smut. NSFW. There is some serious lemonade making in this. The piece also talks about his past in Kirkwall, with some first times, oral sex, and sexually confident, lightly dominant Cullen. (With more in the next chapter.) This is part one of two :)

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He’s here.

The Commander doesn’t often habit the Herald’s Rest, so his presence draws attention from many men and women alike. When Lydia first sees him enter she also sees the rush of soldiers rising from the tables with their mead. So sorry Commander, reporting for duty at once sir, yes sir! Cullen, mildly amused, assures them that they are off duty and it’s alright. He’s off duty himself.

He’s never off-duty, Lydia thinks to herself, but indeed he doesn’t wear his armor or mantle—thank the Maker—but a simple red tunic with breeches. He takes a seat by Captain Rylen, one of the only people who can crack his professional façade and make him laugh. Except, of course, for her. Once. Mildly embroiled with a thing often called jealousy, she watches Cullen laugh at something Rylen says.

Once, he laughed at her ridiculous quips that she always used to offer to Josephine when it came to the visiting Orlesian nobles, and when they played chess not too long ago in the garden, she saw him smiling from the corner of her eye at her concentrated face before eventually giving up and giggling. He was patient with her novice chess skills, and she’s certain he let her win. He may be obstinate, but he is kind. He always used to ask if she’s alright, if she’s holding up. We asked so much of you, he said once. And when never wondered if you were alright. From Haven, he found her in the snow and carried her home.

She knows. He’ll never talk to her again.

She knows that, so she doesn’t bother. So, unbothered, when the band begins to play, she’s nudges Sera next to her for a dance, making sure she’s in his line of sight. To the gentle beat of the drum and lute, their hands linked, they make time to the music. She’s thankful for her choice in outfit, as she wears a blue gathered skirt that dances with her, and as she quickens her pace her sleeves drop from her shoulders and her brown hair falls from it’s bun. She’s painted her lips red as well—a favorite shade of blue-toned red that matches both her vibrant blue eyes and light brown skin. When Sera lets go, tired, she finds herself next to Dorian, and he laughs and they dance together. From one companion to the next—Bull, Krem, Cassandra even with some goading after a noise of disgust—Lydia dances. They clap for her, her people who have given their lives for her cause without truly knowing her, but at least on this night, they know she loves to dance. Indeed, she dances with one after the other learning their names—Bevel, Ophelia, Connor, Falia, all until she’s in the arms of a scout named Jim. He can’t move, he’s blocky and his starstruck attitude prevent the concentration he needs in his footwork, but Lydia laughs it off and promises he’s doing well.

“Your ladyship,” he says, far too excited as Lydia is forced to take the lead, “your hair smells like jasmine.”

“My perfume,” she says, the two of them heading into a corner next to the bar. “Oh…please don’t, you’re going to step on my foot…oh I think you should practice more…”

“Pardon. Allow me.”

Jim says it before Lydia can, “oh, Commander, of course,” and wordlessly Lydia take’s Cullen’s hand—his ungloved hand—and he pulls her into his frame just as Maryden begins to sing “Enchanter.” Before she can think this isn’t happening, as she was convinced he wouldn’t speak to her again, she smells the elderflower and oakmoss from his shirt, (a trick his mother taught him to keep clothes fresh, he confided once.) she knows it’s real. It’s him. He has her in his arms.

“I’m afraid I can’t dance,” he says, self-deprecatingly so, and she lets him pull her closer, to where she can feel his beating heart. He’s somewhat right—he’s unsure of his footwork and where he should take them on the floor, but he holds onto her hand, the other on the small of her back, and he keeps his eyes on her, even as the music changes to a softer, melodic lute.

“You’re not bad,” she compliments, a small offering of peace after his own offering. Of course they’ve been pleasant to one another in the War Room or when she comes to his office to discuss the Red Templars, but not since she spoke to him in the garden have they spoken as acquaintances, friends, more.

He thanks her with the slightest of blushes, and they sway together, his heartbeat never truly easing as Maryden sings, enchanter come to me. She apologized in the war room hours after their confrontation, Leliana of all people inspiring her. (“I know you are frustrated. I am too. But…he has been through so much he’d rather forget. Sometimes I think he looks at me and remembers. He cares for his soldiers, and the Inquisition. I believe now is what matters.”) After her apology, he said it was “forgotten,” if not forgiven before he moved on to the Red Templars. He was too business-like after, too cold, and he must have seen how her heart ached.

But she did it all herself. He had such warmth before when he spoke to her. Smiled at her, rare for him, and he wasn’t beyond light teasing when they played chess together. After she confronted him, he erected an icy wall that only cracked after her apology. Even now as they dance, even as his eyes remain fixated on her lips and her eyes, she knows. He doesn’t want to be hurt again.

But why is he dancing with her? Why did he take her into his arms?

The questions ignite a fire, and she can’t take it anymore. “Cullen,” she says, “May we speak elsewhere?”

She plans on speaking outside the tavern, but it’s crowded with soldiers watching a friendly sparring match and she knows she can’t do it there. Before when she confronted him it was in the garden, and she was fully aware that a crowd gathered to watch the Inquisitor’s tongue lashing at the Commander. Inside the hall, she thinks, , but there are people there as well, visiting nobles from Orlais and Ferelden both that she will not let into her world. With no other option, she suggests, “My room?”

There’s apprehension. “is it proper?” he asks, but she assures she wants private, and when Josephine hired only the master masons for Skyhold’s repairs, she asked the Inquisitor’s chamber be just that, a private oasis.

“It’s practically the size of my old quarters that I used to share in the Circle,” Lydia says. “And there’s a fire going. It’ll be warm.”

Still apprehensive, he none the less agrees and follows her up the stairs and into her room. Once inside, she remembers the decanter of sweet wine she swiped from the kitchens with permission from the cook Emmaline (“You need a treat,” she said, one of the few who ever said such thing to her_ and pours both herself and Cullen a glass in a silver goblet. As she heads over and hands him the wine, she decides to crack the unease by way of light jokes, prattling on about actually seeing him out of his armor and mantle. Not only that, but he isn’t working. Surely now griffons will fly across Skyhold. He smirks. “I saw Cole before coming to the Tavern” he says. “He told me he didn’t know the armor came off.”

“Wasn’t sure if I did either.”

He grins. “Well. As you can see….”

Certainly, she sees. His burgundy shirt is open at the collar, the briefest bit of golden hair peeking through. The mantle and heavy plates have hidden his physic, she sees. His arms, forearms and shoulders are broad, typical of many Ferelden men she has met. However, it is his bare hands that she is drawn to. She’s so used to his brown gloves that his bare hands seem too intimate. They too are broad, and his fingers long. There are scratches here and there, but they only make them look more lived.

She offers him to sit on the throw rug near the fire, and he does as Lydia readjusts her gathered blue skirt, setting her wine down on the stone floor next to the furred rug. “Cozy,” he comments, and she agrees. She tells him there is always a fire in her room when she comes home, curtesy of too many kind people who take care of her in that way.

But as she talks more of her room, the blue curtains and blue bed sheets, the four poster from the Marches, and the majestic view outside the open window, she realizes she’s stalling. She has to say what she wants to say. He deserves it.

“Cullen,” she begins, thinking of that life, what he has done and what he will continue to do, not before, because he’s given her no reason to think otherwise. “I wanted to tell you again.”

She observes his face. His amber eyes are trailed to her, kind, but they don’t forget.

“I’m sorry,” she mutters, words meaningless, but offering them anyway. “When Hawke told me about Kirkwall and the things that happened, I shouldn’t have asked you like I did.”

He sighs. “Inquisitor—”

“I know I already apologized. But things haven’t been the same between us. I thought we were friends. And...” Her cheeks turn hot. “I ruined it didn’t I?”

“No.”

She feels as though he has inched closer to her, his fingers mere centimeters away from hers. “I wanted to tell you. I planned on it—first thing I was going to do when you came back from Crestwood,” he said. “Truly, I wanted to tell you for so long. But I was worried you’d…think less of me.”

She thought about it for a long time after Hawke told her the truth about him in Crestwood, that it took him ten years to see through Meredith, and he thought less of mages during those ten years. But she never saw that when he was with her, when they talked and laugh. She saw a man who worked too hard to keep his men safe, who poured over reports and missives for hours, and who respected her, a mage. He defended her to Roderick in Haven, after he called her mage, infidel. He respected her. Talking with him, she felt her titles strip away until she was only a woman, only Lydia. In turn, he was her Commander, he was Cullen.

The past mattered, but the present mattered the most.

“Inquisitor—”

“Please, call me Lydia,” she says. “You called me Lydia after you found me in the snow and you carried me home, but you haven’t since. Please.”

He looks into her eyes, the fire crackling. So she pleads once more, “forgive me please.” Then, she adds, “I was wrong before in the garden. You’re not a coward. I should have never called you that.”

“But I was once,” he says with a long, defeated sigh. “I couldn’t see. I was blinded by rage. But I should have seen through Meredith sooner, known I was complicit. Lydia…” He looks away from her eyes, toward the fire. “I…I understand if don’t want anything more than friendship, or even if you don’t want that. I shouldn’t have come to the tavern, but I thought…”

“I liked your hands on me Cullen.”

He meets her eyes, though she is the one that inches closer. “Forgive me,” she beseeches again.

She can’t help but notice how he looks at her painted lips. “Forgiven,” he mutters. “But, forgive me. Not for my past. I know you can’t, no one can. But forgive me for not telling you sooner. I was too afraid you wouldn’t…” He takes a deep breath. “I didn’t think you would want me.”

That was something that hurt, she realized moments after she called him a coward and saw his face. She did still want, because she knew who he was then. Her commander, Cullen. It took nearly loosing him to find out, and that hurt most of all.

“From now on, tell me everything,” she whispers. “And I’ll do the same.”

“I can’t stop thinking of you.”

She stares, her heart beating quickly. She has a river of thoughts but she cannot speak, and when he mistakes her silence, he rises from the rug, hurt again.

And Maker she doesn’t want him hurt again.

“I should go,” he says. “I’ve taken too much of your time. I—”

“No.”

She rises and grabs his shoulder. He stops. She knows, she tells him. She has known. She senses it every time before when they were together, knew it when he saw his face fall after she called him a coward in the garden. And she keeps her vow, by telling him the same. She can’t stop thinking of him.

“You knew I’d be there tonight,” she says. “You wanted me in your arms. You came for me.”

The enchanter she was, she came to him too.

He nods. Her hand finding his, he pulls it into his. It is her marked hand he holds. She feels as though she should pull away, and yet his amber eyes speak a different tale. He will not harm her, he will not turn away. And then he presses his lips to her palm, against her mark. One, and then another. Desperate kisses, anguished kisses, kisses that say I need you.

They’re in each other’s arms, and fingers twist through his hair, his hands splayed against her back. He kisses with his whole being, pours every ounce of his soul as he captures her bottom lip and she answers in turn. They pull away, but not completely, their foreheads pressed together.

“Don’t go,” she pleads.

“If I stay longer, people will talk.”

“You care about that?”

She feels his smile against her. “No.”

“Then stay.”

“It’s too soon to stay,” he mutters, though she can see that veneer of a blushing gentleman is disappearing with each gentle rock of her hip against his. He’s hard, already.

It’s thrilling.

“Too soon,” he says again. “Lydia…?”

“Why?”

The question flummoxes him. His bare hand caresses her cheek, warm and gentle.

She reminds him of their recent promise.

“I’ve thought of you since I saw you,” he answers, needy, hungrily. “I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you since I saw you by the rift. But…you’re the Inquisitor. We’re at war, and you haven’t always seen me in the best light.”

“I don’t care. I want us to be together.”

She speaks it with such desperation, but she knows it’s true for him. She can feel his want pressed against her.

“Lydia…”

“We don’t have to. I understand. Maybe it’s too fast or it’s not proper, but—”

Words she means to say fly away. She loses herself in the tangle of arms and lips, and when he says, “fuck what’s proper,” she soars, she dances, she is, and she exists as a nothing but wanted and hungry woman in the arms of her lover until they are standing at the edge of her bed. She’s not the Inquisitor, she’s Cullen’s lover. The word ignites her, lover. Has she thought of herself, what she had needed during this time? Has he? Fuck the world at war. In her room, they can be each other’s.

Indeed, they dance like they did earlier, but with entirely different steps as they touch, kiss, feel as she leads them backwards to her bed. “Fuck what’s proper,” she says, mirroring his words. “Be rough.”

The words alight him, and yet even though he holds her, she can feel a wall between them erecting.

“Are you sure? Now?” he asks.

“Maker, yes,” she replies.

“We don’t have to. We can be slow.”

“We’ve talked as friends, we’ve argued, we’re back again, here. Cullen, Knight-Captain, Commander, when you were in Kirkwall, did you think of what you wanted? Were you selfish?”

He shakes his head. “Be rough,” she says, “be greedy. Tell me what to do and what you want. I have everything to give.”

“Let me give it back.”

Her fingers twist in his shirt. “Do you know what it’s like, to be the Inquisitor? I’m not a woman to these people…I’m not Lydia. I’m a symbol. I don’t want that with you. I want to be wanted, desired, tasted.” She holds him, and whispers in his ear, “I want it from you.”

“I…I’m scarred,” he tells her, as if he’s ashamed. “You’ll see and—"

She holds his face in her hands, kisses his forehead before he can finish. “I don’t care. I want to see.”

“Lydia—”

She unbuttons her shirt, assuring him it’s alright when he asks what she’s doing. It flutters to the floor, and she gulps before she reaches behind her and tugs down at her breast band. With her breasts free, she lets him see. It’s a jagged scar across her chest, pink from where it healed, and barely touching her left breast. He stares with awe, he stares with something else in his eyes.

“A templar.” she says. “When the Circles fell, I tried to go back home. Ironically, I got this when I was trying to go back to the Circle.”

His fingers lightly ghost over the pinkish mark, against the valley between her breasts, but carefully avoiding them, for now. He traces lightly before he places his hands over her bare hips, and he kisses the mark, grazing his lips over her skin. Her hand wraps around his hair, mussing the waves into curls, keeping him there until he rises to kiss her. They fall against the bed, his body pressed flush against hers. He only pauses his ministrations to kick off his boots, and Lydia does the same, tossing off her flat shoes with a dull thud to the floor. She tosses off her skirt, Cullen helping her until the only thing covering her body is her undergarment. He though, is still covered. When her hands reach to remedy that, he helps her.

She wants to see. She rises when his shirt is gone, skimming his hands over his shoulders and the blonde hair on his chest, kissing the reddish burns from fire, the marks from swords, and then finally, the scar across his lip, rough yet smooth underneath her darting tongue. Their lips meet again, and she settles against the pillows, his body acting as her blanket. He mutters words of how sweet her kisses are, how beautiful she is, and then he grows lewder. He never imagined he’d get to feel her, never thought he’d bury himself inside her.

“More,” she urges, enflamed. “Tell me what you want.”

“Put your hands over your head.”

She obeys with ardor, and his hands skim against her arms, lips following where he touched. He nips her chin and then his warm mouth is over her neck, and even in places where she never thought there should be kisses—underneath her arms, underneath her breasts. He kisses again that scar before he palms her breasts, pinches her nipples lightly and makes her cry out.

“Be loud,” he instructs, husky and low, and slipping her undergarments down. “I have everything to give you.”

He does. He peeks from between her thighs as his tongue darts against her inner thighs. He licks her clit once, and then again before using the pad of his thumb. She could never pleasure herself the way he pleasures her—her hands are too delicate, too unlived. His are strong, and she grabs the other as he slips a finger inside, moves in and out until her thighs quake around him. She shudders with the bliss that his tongue brought, and Maker, he laps her arousal, he kisses her with his arousal still on his lips and tongue.

She could spend the night kissing him, and kissing him only, her hands wrapped around his cheeks, the way he poured his whole being into each press. And yet he rocks against her, and she instinctively allows her hand to travel. He gasps when she caresses his clothed cock, allows her to help him take the off his breeches. He’s warm against the juncture of her thigh, straining as he moves against her thigh to abate himself somewhat.

He looks at her in the eye, breathing heavily and pupils blown wide. She nods. She thinks he meant to be slow, but she’s warm and welcoming from the art of his hands and mouth, and she did tell him, rough. He obeys, as he’s inside all at once, filling her to the brim.

She meant not to cry out, and she succeeded, but her face betrayed her.

“Lydia,” he breathes, exasperated, cradling her face head in his hands, “you’re a virgin.”

A man…Cullen is inside her. That alone thrills. “Not anymore,” she assures.

“I should have known. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” she says with a smile, moved by his concern. “I wanted you.”

“Does it hurt?”

He’s remained inside her during their dialogue, and though it never truly hurt—it was more an adjustment to the feel of him inside, a slight burn at the stretch. She shakes her head, and she gasps as he moves, holding onto his arms, squeezing the sinews. She throws her head against the pillow and he rewards her with reverent kisses against her neck and collar, and then again to her lips, catching her sighs of delight.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asks as he moves, grounds her to the bed, centers her world from the Inquisition to only the two of them.

“I didn’t want you gentle.”

“I’d prefer to make love to you, not fuck. There’s a difference.”

She plants her feet against the bed. “Oh. Have you fucked before then?”

He smirks, a silent, now Lydia, truly? And she knows the answer. It doesn’t matter, she absolves, as they belong to the moment.

The moment continues, her Commander wrapped in a bliss she’s never seen from him before. “Wrap your legs around me,” he asks, and when she does, she angles her hips just so, to where his feel is deeper, more intense. He asks her to touch herself, he won’t last much longer, and she obeys, sticking her hand between them and rubbing her clit before he decides he’d rather his hand there. He stimulates inside and outside, an intoxicating duet, and her second orgasm comes again with fervor and heat, a rush. She falls when he pulls out, mourns the loss of his cock, but the feelings are brief. His earlier action inspires her to slap his hand away, bring him his end with her hand. Flushed, illuminated by the fire, hair in disarray, golden, and at her mercy, his moan as like music, and he spills onto her belly. A moment and a lifetime together, both ended too soon.

And yet she feels deliciously satisfied, and wanted. Loved.

Her heart still races as his hand rummages through the bedside table, finding a cloth. He lays by her side to clean his spent, and she can’t help but blush—though she obviously knows why he pulled out, she never thought of a man’s seed on her skin before. Romance novels often didn’t touch on that, or the sweat, or the moments between when they re-adjusted positions and spoke. Lydia finds she prefers it their way to the novels.

Eventually, their eyes find each other, and his smile is radiant. He leans by her side and that kiss is the sweetest.

“Don’t you dare talk of going now,” she says to him. “Stay.”

Enchanted, spellbound, he says he will. And she asks again, because she finds she must, do you forgive me?

“You ask me after I’ve been inside you?” he asks, holding back a chuckle. “Lydia, dear. Yes.”

She tucks a stray lock of hair behind his ear, and she tells him that the man she is with now, she likes what she sees in more ways than one. He boyishly admits he’s glad of it, also in more ways than one.

“Golden lion,” she mutters. “Beautiful, radiant man.”

“Lion?” he repeats, amused. “Maker…”

She doesn’t ask if that makes her a lioness. Rather, she calls herself an enchanter, and she casts a spell on him, so the night can stretch longer than the hours it usually lasts.

“It’s not over yet,” he tells her.

“No. But I want you to sleep. I have you now not working, so please sleep while you’re here with me. You deserve it. Darling.”

Darling. She likes calling him that, and indeed he has the softest of smiles on his lips as she wraps a blanket around them, kissing his forehead after. Truly, it doesn’t take long for him to fall asleep, and he falls asleep. When he’s asleep, she promises him what she’ll promise come morning: she’ll never hurt him again.

She knows, without a doubt, that the same is true for him.

A/N thanks for reading! If you are familiar with my long fic in Waking Dreams things operate differently there, but I was inspired to explore a different way to write their coming together. thank you for reading!

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