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all-hallows-evie · 3 years

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Walking Wounded - 2

A/N: I’m not good with chapter titles LOL. Anyway...I have no excuses for why this one is taking so long to freaking update, my brain just wants to work on EVERYTHING but this. So...sorry about that. Hope it was worth the wait!

Warnings: F!Reader (sorry!), No Y/N, ReaderxDin, ReaderxBoba Fett, possible ReaderXFennec (havent decided yet), Canon Typical Violence, LANGUAGE

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The lurch as the ship makes the jump out from hyperspace is what wakes you. It isn't the rough jerk into atmo that you are used to on the Razor Crest, even half asleep you remember holding your breath at every jump that ship attempted. Every jump had pushed your belly into your spine.

This smooth slip from hyperspace into darkness and a field of stars is silent, the lack of shuddering metal is enough to bring your memories flooding back.

The kid.

The Jedi.

The way you had spinelessly left Din when he needed you the most.

You are curled up into a ball on the co-pilot's seat, you didn't even realize you had fallen asleep until now.

The red orange planet on the viewscreen is close enough that you can already feel the heat of the double suns mirroring off the sands on your skin.

“Your weapon still charged?” Boba asks from his seat.

You turn slightly in his direction, catching a glimpse of Fennec Shand sitting behind you. Her hands are busy cleaning a pulse rifle on her lap.

“Always.” You sigh as you stretch your back, it’s not the best night's sleep but it beats the floor of the Crest any day.

“Good. You and Fennec will enter first, leave the one on the throne to me.”

You try not to bristle at the vague way he walks you through your task ahead, you still had no idea where on Tatooine you were even going. You can feel Shand’s gaze on you, like she's waiting for any signs of weakness or trepidation.

Maker what had you been thinking?! This was the dumbest thing your broken heart has ever dragged you into!

The ship breaks atmo near a rocky mountainside, a natural spiked wall of orange and yellow sandstone curls around a collection of cylindrical towers, keeping it hidden from sight from anywhere but above.

Oh fuck.

You close your eyes in realization and let out a small breath, the hiss you mean to be quiet instead echoes in the cockpit.

“Problem, Princess?”

“None.” You reply as you run your tongue over your canines, “Just not quite how I imagined my day starting.”

Fennec grins from her seat, the spark in her eyes dangerous. "It hasn't been under Hutt control for a long time, if that's what you are scared of."

You try to think of a way to answer and not sound like a petulant child. You shake your head as you come up empty, "Nothing worse than the Hutts out here?"

Boba chuckles, "Not yet."

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Getting into the old Hutt palace wasn't a problem, a quick knock on the door and a well placed blaster bolt to the mechanical guard and the front door just slid open. You follow closely beside Fennec as you walk into the cool shade of the palace built in the mountain.

Two Gamorrean guards come to check on the sudden blast of noise only to be taken out with a quick shot from your and Fennec’s rifles.

The halls are silent again for a few more moments before another curious guard comes from the darkness of a staircase. Fennec gets him first, shooting the Rhodian between the chest.

He flails before he goes tumbling down a flight of stairs announcing your arrival to anyone in the throne room below.

"Fett like grand entrances?"

"If everyone thought you were dead, wouldn't you?" Fennec replies with a small smirk, as she pulls her rife close to her body.

The two of you make your way down the sandy steps, brushed somewhat clean from the body that just went tumbling down it only a few moments before.

The remaining grit crunches under your boots as you dip further into the darkness. Halfway up the steps another Gamorrean guard comes barreling up, one quick shot to the chest and he goes flying into a side room of the stairs almost comically.

In the middle of the dark pit ahead you can barely make out a white blob of a being sitting on a curved throne. A Twi'lek girl desperately pulls at her collar and chain as you approach.

Fennec is firing before your eyes have enough time to adjust to the darkness. As you touch down on the ground floor she has already taken out two guards to the right of the pale Twi’lek on the throne. You take out the Weequay to the left before he can steady his shot. The hall echoes with the harsh thuds of bodies as they drop one by one.

Fennec’s next target is the chains of a struggling Twi’lek girl on the floor. She tumbles over herself once she is freed from her chain and looks up to you two, eyes wide and wet with fear before she scurries away and disappears into a dark hall of the throne room.

The taking of the palaces takes moments, not even full minutes and when the only one left standing is the quaking Twi’lek you hear his footsteps slowly coming down the stairs.

You take a breath, eyes never leaving the target as Fett grows closer.

The old Twi’lek gasps at the familiar shadow that approaches from the stairs, “Boba!” He cries out with forced enthusiasm. He rambles on in Huttese, not your strongest language unfortunately, you can barely make out pieces, something about him being dead. Your eyes flicker to the man in question as he approaches the center of the room, coming to stand between you and Fennec, his weapons drawn.

The Twi’lek is barely done talking when the bounty hunter shoots him right in the chest, without a shred of hesitation. You let out the breath you were holding as the room falls silent.

The body has barely slumped over as Boba takes the side steps up to the platform the throne is sitting on, with a quick yank he tosses the deadweight to the floor.

Fennec smiles, a quick twitch of her lips and nothing more, as she motions you to follow her up the same sandy steps to the platform as Boba takes a seat on the throne. She leaves your side only to swipe a bottle of a bright blue drink from a nearby table. She uncorks it with her teeth before she takes a seat to Boba’s right hand. Her rifle held close to her hip.

You stand awkwardly a few feet from the throne, already questioning your place with these two.

Fennec belongs at his right hand. You’ve seen the way they work together, the short trip to Tython flashes through your memories. They are seamless when they fight, perfect complements to each other’s style. Something that you and Din had not been able to master in your short time together. Your mind wanders only to be brought back by Fennec clearing her throat.

Your attention snaps back as she motions over to Boba’s left side, his hand is up and extended towards you. Your eyes dart back to Fennec, panic plastered over your face.

Fennec makes the motion again, a little more stern this time as she points her chin towards his open hand.

You bite your bottom lip and approach, placing your right hand shakily into his once you are close enough.

He sets you down on the arm of the throne, Fennec to his right, you to his left.

Fennec takes a large gulp of the electric blue drink in her hand before she passes it to you, your fingers wrap around the slender neck as you bring it to your lips and down a swig before you think too hard about it.

“The easy part is done.” Fennec purrs.

“The rest of Tatooine will follow.” Boba replies.

“And if they don't?” You ask before you can stop yourself. Without even looking in your direction Boba reaches over to wrap his own hand around the neck of the bottle, easily covering your grip as he pulls the bottle closer.

“Then you get to earn your keep, ad’ika.” He replies.

You are unable to pull your hand away as he tips his helmet up and brings the bottle to his lips. Your heart races and heat rushes to your face.

You aren’t squeamish but it has been so long since you have been a part of anything even this close to intimacy, you try to push away the thoughts of Din but they come swarming into your mind. You would have killed to get this close to the other Mandalorian in the silver armor…

His hand leaves yours before you can make a bigger fool of yourself and you hand the bottle back to Fennec, all feeling leaving your body and you are sure there is a dumb expression on your face by the way Boba chuckles under his breath.

She knocks back another swig of the liquid as she stands and starts to look around at the fallen bodies on the platform, eyes sweeping over the objects on display.

You slide off the side of the throne sheepishly, still feeling completely out of place and instead you busy yourself with whatever is nearby.

"What was your trade?” Boba finally breaks the silence, “Bounty hunter like Djarin?" He removes the dark green helmet from his head and holds it over his knee.

"Nowhere near as good of one, I'm afraid." You sigh as your fingers trace over the knocked over bottles on a small shelf towards the back of the throne.

"She's lying." Fennec calls from the other side of the room, she pulls the lower drawers of a small cabinet open with the tip of her boot as she peeks inside.

Boba grins, "Fennec seems to think otherwise. What are you hiding, little loth cat?"

"Nexu, if what I heard back on Navarro is correct."

Your eyes shift over to the assassin, you try your hardest not to glare.

"Mercenary or assassin then?" Boba grows more and more amused the longer the conversation goes on.

"I only kill when the situation calls for it." You reply.

"Greef Carga used to put you in those situations an awful lot…"

You could swear Fennec’s grin was growing wider with every moment that she makes you increasingly uncomfortable.

"Jobs a job." You turn your gaze to another side of the room, this was becoming tedious and you are done talking about it.

"This wasn't a job," Fennec is suddenly pressed close against you now, your shoulders smashed together painfully, the tip of her finger pokes into the soft underside of your chin, pushing your gaze to meet hers, "This was personal." Her breath fans across your skin, only making your already warm face feel even more hot.

You snatch her hand away from you, "We haven't shared a bed enough for you to be asking such personal questions, Shand." You snarl before you can think it through, a rush of cool air runs across your heated cheeks as she steps away.

"Enough, both of you." Boba chuckles.

You both turn to face Boba, any tension instantly broken by the older man’s call.

"Fennec, check underground, find us any working transports."

She nods and leaves the room without another word, sliding her rifle snug across her back.

You turn to walk away from where Boba is sitting, your eyes scan the nearby door. You tilt your head as you follow the slope of sandstone steps that disappear to one side.

"Kyramud'ika...you go nowhere until I say."

"This palace is huge, we will have more places to clear-"

"I said you go nowhere."

"Then what was the point of inviting me here?"

"To keep an eye on you, in case Djarin wants you back."

"He had his chance," You snort back in Boba’s general direction in an attempt to push away any of those soppy wet feelings that still linger in your belly, "I was just body heat for cold nights."

Boba makes a sound that is half a soft sigh and half a sarcastic chuckle. "Out with it then, kyra'ika, what's Fennec going on about? What were you doing with the guild?"

You bite your bottom lip, scraping your teeth across the skin of your lip in annoyance, "Does it matter?"

"I won't send you to do things you can't handle."

"Can you let me be the judge of that?"

"No." He replies, "See this throne? This throne says what I say goes, and I say no."

Fuck. You have only met three Mandalorians at this point in your life, and you were starting to think this level of stubbornness is bred into them. "Yes then, I'm considered an assassin for the guild."

"No questions asked?"

"No." You reply, "I only kill one type of garbage."

He is silent, his gaze studies every flinch of your features.

"Snatchers." You reply with a shaky breath, "I only hunt those monsters who steal you away."

Boba is silent, his dark eyes boring into yours, “You were sold-”

“For parts.” You reply, “I wasn't young enough to be a plaything for the elite, so I nearly became spare parts. Until a Mandalorian accidentally took out the facility I was being housed in."

"Djarin?"

You shake your head, "No, another. I've felt in debt to the covert since then."

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Kyramud'ika - Little assassin

Kyra'ika - Same, but shortened

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#clan dinui #clan jate'kara #din djarin #The Mandalorian #the mandalorian fanfic #Boba fett #fanfiction #Din Djarin x reader #boba fett x reader

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shhh-no-ones-home · 3 years

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change of plans javier pena x reader

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this is my first time writing for javi so please be kind lol. i wrote this about a week ago after i started narcos but i only just finished season one and havent gotten into two yet. i do have more ideas and prompts for him though so hopefully it gets better

Song: I'm bad at life by falling in reverse

tag list: @cynic-spirit +++++++++

I bounced my leg nervously under the table as we ate. Looking to javier every once in a while as he read over the newspaper in his hand. All I could think about was the damn pregnancy test hiding in my makeup bag in his medicine cabinet. I had just finished washing my hands when he had gotten home from work and didn't have the chance to see the results. It was killing me. Part of me wanted to excuse myself and go look but I was worried he'd catch on. After all, it had only been twenty minutes and he'd come in the door before I was even out of the bathroom. It was suspicious to say the least. I breathed deeply as I tapped the fork against my lip, my eyes making their way to the wall behind him.

"How was work?"

I asked, not looking to him as he perked up at the sound of my voice.

"Oh good, you weren't talking and I was afraid you were mad at me."

He sighed out, a smile making its way to his face. I tried my best to smile back but took a bite so it would seem more believable.

"Nope, just thinking."

I said and be raised a brow. Oops.

"About what?"

Shit.

"The wedding."

I said and be let out a nervous laugh.

"Still planning?"

He asked and I nodded.

"Only just."

I said and he looked back to me confused.

"What do you mean? I thought you said you knew exactly what you wanted?"

He inquired and I shrugged, putting the fork down.

"I thought I did but I was going through magazines earlier with roxy and she made a very valid point that I should ask your opinion first. Ya know, before making any decisions. It is both of our wedding after all."

He looked worried for a second.

"You told her about us?"

He asked and I shook my head.

"No, I just told her I accidently got it in the mail and wanted to know if she wanted to go through it with me. But we got to talking and she said that if she had to plan a wedding she would want her future spouse to be by her side helping make every decision and I think she was right. We should both be doing this."

He reached across the table and took my hand in his.

"You know I want this to be perfect for you. All I care about is you being happy. Hell, you know id do this in a courthouse tomorrow if you asked me to."

He said and I could feel my face go flush, sending him a genuine smile.

"I love you javier pena. So damn much."

I said, looking up at him as he stood, coming to me and kissing me lightly before heading to the kitchen for more food.

"I love you too Hermosa."

He said, back to me. I smiled to myself for a second before feeling sick.

"I'll be back."

I said, running to the bathroom, slamming the door shut, and falling to the floor in front of the toilet. I coughed out as I spilled my guts. Aaaand we're back to why I took the test earlier. God I wanted this to be over already. I had been lucky the past three or four days that every time I was sick it had been while javi was at work. Guess things were quick to change.

"You okay?"

He asked, a soft knock at the door following his words. I breathed deeply as I flushed the toilet.

"Yeah, just go finish dinner and I'll be out in a sec."

I said, hearing him walk away. I closed my eyes tightly before reaching for my toothbrush and running it through my mouth. When it was back in the cup I stared at myself in the mirror.

"Javi, I'm pregnant and we might have to move the wedding date."

I whispered to myself before groaning and rubbing my hands over my face. As they rested against my lips I glanced at the medicine cabinet. I should look. No. I should wait. I shook my head, placing my hands on the sink and stepping back. God why was this so hard. I stood back up, looking over my body in the mirror. What if it's positive? I stood to the side, smoothing my shirt out against my stomach and frowning. Damn, maybe it was positive. Surely I would've noticed even this small change. But then again, was it change? Or have I always looked like this? I shook my head.

"Fuck it."

I said lightly, pulling the cabinet open and snatching my makeup bag off the shelf. I dug into it before pulling the test out, upside down. As I flipped it over I heard the door nob rattle.

"Mi amor, you've been in there for a while. Are you sure everything is alright?"

He asked as I stared at the test in my hand. I didn't know what to do other than look up at him as he pushed the bathroom door open, like a deer in headlights.

"What is that?"

He asked, brows drawn.

"I'm pregnant?"

I said through a nervous laugh, trying to smile in case it would rub off on him. His face fell and I wish I could say it was shocked but I really couldn't read him. He just stood there frozen for a second. After what felt like an hour I flashed the test to him but his gaze didn't leave my own. Then I watched as he turned and walked away from me.

"Javi?"

I asked, following him back out into the living room. He stood in front of the couch, hands perched on his hips.

"Baby talk to me."

I said softly, looking to him a little scared. He huffed, shaking his head and pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Javi?"

I tried again and he finally looked to me.

"You're pregnant?"

He asked and I shrugged, tossing the test at him and him catching it against his chest.

"So says the stick."

I torted back, watching him look down at it. Two pale blue lines. He didn't skip a beat before falling into the couch, tucking the stick under his leg as he reached for his pack.

"I need a minute."

He said, lighting the cigarette. I laughed, falling down beside him, hearing the leather creak as it squished beneath me.

"How do you think I feel?"

I asked, dropping my head back and looking over the ceiling.

"We've been so careful."

He said, blowing smoke out into the air and I could feel it burn in my nose.

"I guess not."

I said and he snorted, rubbing his eye with his free fingers.

"What are we gonna do?"

He asked and I deadpanned.

"What are we gonna do?"

I repeated a little angry.

"We can't have a baby."

He said and looked at him in disbelief.

"Why not?! I'm not some hooker you picked up on the street javi."

I hissed out.

"I know."

He said in defense.

"I'm your fiance."

I reminded him.

"I know!"

He called and I froze. He had never risen his voice at. I shook my head.

"Then what is the problem?!"

I yelled back, trying to examine him as he sent me a testing look. I guess I didn't have quite the poker face I thought I did because when he realized I was scared be softened.

"Mi amor,"

He sighed, reaching for my hand.

"I never thought I'd be here again."

He looked to me a little sad, rubbing his thumb in circles.

"I damn near made it to the alter once before but that feels like a lifetime ago. And when I met you I told myself I wasn't gonna do that again. But I'm here anyway."

I lifted his hand and kissed his palm gently.

"I don't want anything to happen to you."

He took the test out from under his leg before sliding into my side. I watched him intently as he looked down to our hands connected.

"I don't want anything to happen to either of you."

He said sliding his other hand gently onto my stomach and I immediately wanted to cry.

"I love you javier."

I said leaning in and kissing him softly. When he pulled away he rested his hand against my cheek.

"We've been keeping our relationship a secret for a year javi. I think it's time to let our friends know we're more than roommates."

I said amused and he laughed, dropping his forehead onto my chest with a sigh.

"I guess Steve can finally stop pestering me, wanting to know if I've done anything with you yet."

I snorted, raking my fingers through his hair.

"What? He didn't believe you when you told him we werent sleeping together?"

He shook his head against me before lifting it and smiling at me.

"Not even a little bit."

I leaned in and kissed him again.

"I think he should've stopped asking after two months, don't you?"

I asked and he snorted.

"Clearly you don't know Steve."

I shook my head in amusement.

"Guess not."

#wattpad #x reader #javier pena #narcos #netflix #imagines #one shots #297

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berryblu-arts · 3 years

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My brain just spat out another OC story idea which ive hastily titled void corps, heres the gist of it:

In ny OC universe theres creatures called voids, most of them are mindless and very destructive, but a select few of them called embodiments actually have a conciousness, their goals are often selfish and centered around the concept they embody "solitude" "chaos" "hatred" etc... (though it isn't impossible for them to become good, it's extremely EXTREMELY unusual)

They are the natural enemies of individuals with high energy called "guardians"(magical, vital, etc...) and will often be drawn to them trying to eliminate them, which can result in strange ocurrences, disappearances and even deaths.

So the void corps are a select few individuals with abilities , qualified for that dealing with the aftermaths of these void attacks, covering them up (because voids and guardians aren't public knowledge) as well as the investigations and prevention of them.

So i havent worked out the main group at all (since i came up with this like 20 minutes ago), but it would be 5 people with vastly different abilities and personalities (likely eccentric ones) that work together because they're individually effective and powerful, a bunch of them have their own traumas (and i'll probably make a found family story out of this >:DD)

This story would be very tied with "under the eye", i might even merge the two actually.

#ayyy void lore :DD #man i wanna get to actually starting my stories TT^TT #screw you school >:'(#my ocs #oc talk #void corps #shut up sheo #voids #this darker than my usual stories but its logical for it to exist so yea #under the eye #berryblu-arts #berryblu arts

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thiswasinevitableid · 4 years

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For the meet ugly prompts: #27? I feel like it has a lot of potential to be really funny for the OT4 :)

27: we have one night stands with roommates and sneak out of the house at the same time.

I interpreted “sneak out” kinda broadly. This is right on the line between SFW and NSFW: No sex, but it gets hot and heavy at the end.

Duck wakes up under moth-patterned covers, rubs his forehead as he grabs his phone from his pants on the floor. Shit, he didn’t mean to sleep this late, that could make things awkward if the guy from last night wanted him gone.

The bedroom door open and closes and Indrid, his hookup, enters in a yellow and pink bathrobe, holding a silver packet.

“Good morning.”

“Mornin’. Uh, sorry, guess I was real tired.”

“We did do rather a lot last night.” Indrid grins, sitting down on the bed next to him, “here, my roommate is making breakfast sandwiches. I had him make you one. Do not take the pack as a sign you must leave, I just asked him to wrap it in case you were in a hurry.”

“Thanks. I should be gettin goin’, Winnie’s probably missin’ breakfast.”

“One musn’t keep such a noble creature waiting.” Indrid hands him the sandwich. He’d shown the taller man photos of his cat last night both because he dotes on the flufflball and because it got Indrid to scoot closer to him.

“Yeah, she can get in a mood....uh, you seen my underwear?”

Indrid scans the room, red glasses sitting on his forehead and giving Duck a perfect look at his brown eyes.

“Ah, here we are.” He reaches under the small desk covered in art supplies, “my, those got some distance.”

“You were naked, I was in a hurry.” Duck mumbles, making Indrid bark a laugh as he brings him the rest of his clothes.

When he steps out of the bedroom, he spots a tall man with a short, coppery beard standing at the kitchen stove. That must be the roommate, but Duck’s eye is drawn to the man exiting the other bedroom. His short black hair is mussed, there’s a pillowmark beneath his high cheekbone on one side, and his dress shirt is rumpled.

The other man does not seem pleased to be seeing three people in front of him instead of one.

“Oh hey babe, you’re up.” The roommate turns, beaming, “made you breakfast, do you want some coffee? I can put it in a to-go up if, uh, if you need to leave.”

“Yes, thank you. I, um, I should be going.”

The roommate smiles, quickly puts together a sandwich and coffee cup, complete with cream and sugar. The other man sips it and sighs, “you remembered.”

“‘How do you like your coffee’ isn’t just a cheesy line for me, babe. Gotta make sure you enjoy yourself start to finish.”

“Damn, that was smooth” Duck whispers as Indrid walks him to the door.

“Agreed. Though I rather enjoyed your one about pollination last night. By far the most creative response to these I’ve received” he points to the tattooed moth just visible on his shoulder. His wide grin goes shy, “I did really have a wonderful time, Duck.”

“Me too. Lemme, uh, lemme know if you wanna meet up again?”

Indrid nods, waves goodbye as Duck heads off the porch and down onto the sidewalk. He eats as he walks, decides Indrid has good taste in roommates because that one makes a mean breakfast sandwich.

He gets to the bus stop, late September morning still crisp with the coming fall. Pulling out his phone, he discovers it’s dead. He did use it a lot last night, on their date, but only because Indrid was so clearly interested in what he had to show him. Why a guy who does tattoos for a living thinks a fella who’s a nerd for plants is interesting, Duck will never know. He’s just glad he does.

Music out of reach, he sits and listens to the cardinals and kinglets calling in the trees. Someone sits down next to him, aluminum foil reflecting the sun off their hand and into his face.

It’s the guy. The one from Indrid’s apartment.

Should Duck tell him he has a big bruise on his neck? He probably knows, right? Then again, he was in a hurry?

“Hey, uh, don’t mean to be weird or nothin’, but you got a little uh-” He taps his neck and the man whacks his hand over the mark.

“Shit”

“Someone you’re worried’ll notice?”

“What exactly are you implying?” The man glares at him, blues eyes going from charmingly flustered to suspicious in an instant.

“Nothin, just seem real worried for somethin that happens to almost everyone some time or another.”

“I like keeping my private life private. I don’t want random people knowing what I like in bed.” He snaps

“Okay, okay, jeez man, sorry I mentioned it.”

They fall silent as Duck’s bus approaches, and both stand to board it. Just his luck, this is route to the capitol square with the massive farmer’s market, so he and the mister touchy end up squished in next to each other.

Two stops in, the man murmurs, “ I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have been so rude. I’m, uh, I don’t usually do things like, well, like hooking up with someone I meet on Grindr.”

Something about the way he says it, like he’s afraid he’ll get in trouble, brushes away Duck’s annoyance.

“No shame in havin a good time with someone. Wait, shit, was it a good time? Did somethin happen?”

“Oh no, nono,” the man hurriedly shakes his head, “it was just what I needed. Barclay is a great guy. I just feel like it was too easy, that getting that lucky on my first try is a sign something will go wrong.” He gives Duck a resigned smile, “in case you havent noticed, I’m an overthinker. Are you, damn it what’s his name, Indrid’s boyfriend?”

“Nah. He comes to draw in the arboretum where I work, we been kinda flirtin the last few weeks, and yesterday I finally said fuck it and asked if he wanted to get a drink later.”

“He’s certainly...distinct looking. In a good way, I mean.”

“Yeah, he is.” Duck smiles, thoughts drifting off to the memory kissing him gently as they finally fell asleep, his face captivating in the dim of the room, “probably see him again. Assumin’ he wants to see me, I guess.”

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“I am supposed to wait until he arrives home to text him, correct?” Indrid pushes his phone as far away as possible to remove temptation.

“Maybe? I dunno man, all those rules about texting and shit are designed to sell books and bad youtube channels.”

“But I don’t want to come off as possessive or clingy.”

“Believe me bud, I know.” Barclay turns his phone around so Indrid can see the two lines sitting in the “draft” section, “I’ve been writing and re-writing this for five minutes because I want Joseph to know I’d for sure be down to see him again but there’s no pressure.” He sets Indrid’s refilled coffee down on the table. They trade a look, then burst out laughing.

“Fuck, guess we both had a good time last night huh?”

“Very. Duck remains as wonderful as I hoped and I have not enjoyed sex that much since, hmmm, well, since the last time you and I were together.”

“That poor desk.”

“May it rest in peace.” Indrid sips from his mug, “Joseph is quite charming. You have excellent taste in men.”

“That a compliment to him or to you?” Barclay fluffs Indrid’s hair as he passes by him.

“Mostly him.”

“Don’t sell yourself short, little moth.” A kiss on the head this time before Barclay heads to the shower. Indrid gets his sketchbook, turns on some mindless cooking show and settles on the couch.

Eventually Barclay calls from his room, “Indrid? Been about forty-five minutes, bet he’s home by now.”

Indrid springs up, grinning, and grabs his phone.

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Duck was out downtown when the rain started, which is why he’s now hunkered down in the cafe by the capitol in hopes of waiting out the storm. He’s not the only one with this idea, and he’s made sure to make the chair across from him obviously empty in case someone needs a spot.

“Hello again. Do you mind?” It’s the blued-eyed guy again, dressed for work in a suit and dress shoes. Duck hasn’t seen him since that first morning, in spite of going back to Indrid’s place multiple times over the last three weeks.

“Go for it.” Duck scoots his coffee to the side so the man can set his mug down. He pulls out his phone, but can’t quite focus; he keeps wanting to look across the table.

“How are things going with Indrid?”

“Real good--wait, how did you know he an I were still-”

“Barclay’s mentioned you once or twice. And your name is pretty memorable.”

‘It’s a nickname.”

“That makes a bit more sense. Mines on the other end of things; there are a lot of Josephs in the world.” He sips his cinnamon-scented drink, sets it down again, “so, what do you do?”

“I’m a ranger over in the arboretum. You?”

“I work for an organization that checks up on businesses to be sure they’re meeting worker health and safety laws.”

Duck watches the rain out the windows, wondering if Joseph wants to keep talking or is just being polite.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Shoot.”

“Did Indrid tell you about him and Barclay?”

“Yeah, ‘bout a week ago. He said he was hopin’ he and I could get more serious, but that he wanted me to know the two of them had a sorta, uh, fuckbuddies thing goin’ so I could make an informed choice.”

“That’s more or less where Barclay and I are at. Um, how do you feel about it?”

“I’m okay with it. I ain’t interested in anyone else right now, but when I thought about it, Indrid havin a thing with Barclay ain’t stopped him from bein’ amazin’ to me and I’m fallin’ hard for him. I don’t feel like some kind of side piece or whatever. I just feel like I’m headin for somethin good with a guy who has a casual partner. Did it bug you?”

“No” Joseph shakes his head, “which confuses me. I, um, I have trouble releasing control in much of my life. I assumed it would freak me out to learn I wasn’t the only partner in someone’s life. But when Barclay told me it didn’t really bother me. He even offered to talk to Indrid about being only friends if that was what I needed. It’s been awhile since someone was so quick to think about my wants and feelings when dropping unexpected news on me. Plus, I’ve spent a little time with Indrid when we’ve been over there, and I like him. He clearly cares about Barclay, just like I do, and in some way that makes me happy. Is that weird?”

“Not really an expert on weird. But I think you’re overthinkin’ things again.”

A small laugh, “True. Help me think about something else. Tell me...tell me what your favorite part of work is.”

Duck’s surprised at the interest, but gets glimpse of pleading hope, og someone a little hungrier for connection than he’s letting on, and finds no desire to refuse.

“Prairie restoration, it’s fascinatin….”

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Duck’s not surprised to see Joe’s name come up on screen; the two of them have been hanging out more, both as friends and on double dates with Barclay and Indrid. He’s learned that his friend is a stealth-nerd beneath his professional veneer, that he likes game nights as much as Duck does, and that he makes a certain sound when he cums (that last one he learned on accident; he was snuggled up with an under-the-weather Indrid in the living room when Joe and Barclay got home from a date).

Joe: Are you busy tonight?

Duck: Nope.

Joe: Do you want to go to the “Adult Swim” at the children’s science museum? I got tickets a week ago, but Barclay got called in to work tonight.

Duck: Sure, sounds lie a good time.

Joe: See you at the museum at 7?

Duck replies in the affirmative, goes to pick out something less grubby than his crossfit clothes to wear. Maybe the short-sleeve button up with the whales; Joe mentioned he like it.

His phone buzzes.

Sugar: Busy tonight?

Duck: Yeah, going to the museum with Joe since Barclay has to work.

He realizes how this might sound, begins rapidly typing several explanations or offers to not if Indrid doesn’t want him too, but his boyfriend beats him to it.

Sugar: Oh yes, I remember him mentioning that. Good, I’m glad the tickets won’t go to waste. Have fun, my sweet, please take picture of any interesting bugs for me if there is an entomology section <3

Duck: Will do, sugar.

He signs with a kissy face, gets two black hearts and a kissy face back.

The Adult Swim is wonderful; the museum is artfully lit, there’s snacks everywhere, and even a fancy cocktail included with admission. He and Joe clink glasses, wander through the exhibits, laughing and playing with the interactive exhibits. There are no bugs, but Duck takes pictures of the light exhibit, which feature interesting color patterns he might like for tattoo inspiration.

They’ve just finished fucking around in the paleontology exhibit, and Joe is looking through a viewfinder that shows him how a triceratops saw the world. Duck sneaks up behind him, growls in his ear, “didn’t spot the t-rex in time.”

“If you plan on eating me, we should at least head into the bathroom.” Joe winks as he turns, heading out onto the balcony to look out on the city. Duck knows that if he follows him out there right now, he’ll kiss him.

“Be right out, gonna go grab some more of those mini-pies.”

Joe nods to show he heard him as he pushes open the door. Duck hopes he doesn’t see him take several deep breaths to get his imagination under control before he goes off in search of an edible distraction.

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“Doors open!”

“Oh, hey man, Indrid home yet?”

“No, it’s Thursday the 12th, so the studio is prepping like crazy for tomorrow.”

“Shit, that’s right.”

“Cookie? I just made them.”

“Thanks--holy shit that’s good.”

“Thanks, I’ve been trying to nail the chocolate chip and potatoe chip recipe.”

“Think you might--aw fuck, ‘Drid just texted, he’s gonna be another hour.”

“You can chill here if you want. Uh, I’ve got Super-Smash Bros, if you wanna play.”

“Aw hell yeah.”

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“Good morning, Joseph.”

“Gahoh, hi Indrid. I’ll be out of your way in a few minutes.”

“There’s no rush. I certainly don’t mind your company. I believe there are left over cinnamon rolls in the fridge, if you would like.”

Joseph gathers a coffee cup and a roll on a plate, sits down on the couch, and finds his pocket buzzing.

“Here” Indrid takes the plate.

“Thank you. Looks like it’s my sister...oh, she got a new dog, do you want..” He stops as Indrid holds out a piece of the cinnamon roll on the fork. Hesitates, then opens his mouth and lets Indrid feed him. He starts showing him pictures as he does, Indrid commenting and laughing and, every so often, murmuring, “good boy” when he takes a bite.

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“Ohfuck, shit, sorry!” Duck covers his eyes as Indrid quickly closes the front door.

“Nono, fuck, sorry, that’s on us, thought you guys weren’t home until later.” Barclay’s apology is underscored by the sound of a zipper closing.

“It’s quite alright, no harm done, Joseph you look very nice like that, carry on.” Indrid pulls Duck into his room, both of them snickering and blushing as Duck pushes him down onto the bed.

“My my, someone’s wound up.”

“Makes two of us.” Duck grinds down on him, Indrid gasping and grinning as he arches his back.

“Indeed. Now get that handsome face down here. I have some things I wish to do to it.”

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The giant stop motion monster continues rampaging on the screen as Duck loops his arm over Indrid’s shoulder. The first snowstorm of the year has come early, so they opted to switch their double date to a monster movie double feature (curated by Joe) in the apartment. Beneath their shared blanket, Indrid’s hand strokes his belly, skating down to the front of his jeans in teasing bursts.

On the other side of the couch, Barclay has started kissing Joe’s cheek, the blue-eyed man sighing and turning to kiss him back.

This is not a new situation for them. The last few weeks they’ve gotten more comfortable cuddling and making out in the same space as each other. Duck’s not complaining; hearing both Indrid and Joe gasping and sighing near him makes him hotter than a July afternoon.

Indrid bumps his cheek with his nose, and Duck turns for a kiss. He gets one, but he also gets a firmer stroke down his cock, making him moan. Indrid smirks into the kiss, does it again, then a third time, Duck gripping the front of his white tank top with a groan.

“Maybe we, uh, should dip out on the movie.” He murmurs.

“We can” Indrid purrs, kissing him again, “but Joseph seems to be enjoying the show.”

Duck whips his head around; Joe is looking at the two of them as he leans against Barclay’s chest, between his legs, expression moving from desire to surprise to hope over and over again. Barclay, unbothered, continues kissing his neck and murmuring in his ear, the blush on his cheeks rising each time the larger man does so.

“Or perhaps he’s envious?” Indrid cocks his head, “would you like your hand to be here instead of mine, Joseph?”

Joe’s normal eloquence is nowhere to be found, his eyes flicking between the three other men so quickly Duck worries he’ll sprain something.

“I asked you a question, pet.” Indrid sharpens his tone on the last word and Joe whimpers. Duck has zero interest in Indrid ever calling him that name; but hearing it in his lilting, gently demanding tone directed at Joe sends desire zinging through him.

“C’mon, babe, be a good boy and answer.” Barclay nips his boyfriend’s ear.

“Yes. Or, or, more accurately, I’d trade places with either of you. If that’s, would it be, do either of you?” He looks back at Barclay, who smiles tenderly and runs a thumb up his cheek.

“Okay with me if it’s okay with them.”

“Do you want it as well, my sweet?” Indrid tilts up his glasses so he can look Duck in the eye. The affection in those brown eyes makes the T.V, the moon, the stars look dim.

“Hell yeah.”

Indrid crooks his finger and Joe clambers the short distance on the couch to kneel by Duck.

“How shouldMMmmmmm!”

Duck gets a whiff of aftershave as Indrid yanks Joe forward by his shirt, kissing him and squishing Duck between them. The angle is awful but he doesn’t give fuck, buries his face into Joe’s neck, kissing the point where he feels his pulse moving like mothwings, mouthing and nipping at the skin as he slides one hand up the front of his shirt and the other down the back of his pants. When he squeezes his ass Joe squeaks and Indrid breaks the kissing, laughing.

“I didn’t know you had such noises in you, pet. It’s quite endearing.”

“Indrid, Duck, please, I want, I want to, oh fuck it.” He pulls back just enough to not jab his knee into Duck’s belly as he falls on him, kissing him so hard and so long Duck’s chest tightens and his vision narrows. The taller pulls away long enough to breathily moan his name before feasting on his mouth again.

“Yes, he does elicit such feelings, oh, hello.” Indrid giggles, and Duck can just see that Barclay is now on the floor, kneeling before the pale-haired man, kissing the skin exposed by his shirt before rubbing his beard across it, making Indrid laugh harder.

“Can’t let you have all the fun, little moth.” Barclay rumbles

“I can think of many things you can let me haveAH, oh, oh goodness, I forgot how much you like to bite.”

Barclay growls, reminding Duck of something important. He pushes Joe backwards, clambering atop him and pulling his shirt up as he does, stuffing the hem of it between those perfect lips.

“Christ lookit you” he runs his palms up Joe’s body, the man arching and writhing beneath him, “you look like a goddamn fuckin centerfold, you’re so fuckin perfect.”

Joe’s moan is loud even through the shirt, and much needier than before. He grins, crawling onto him , “guess I ain’t the only one who likes praise in bed.”

Joe shakes his head, whining eagerly through the make-shift gag. Duck growls again, attacks his chest with bites, leaving an especially hard one when Indrid grabs his ass without warning.

While Joe clearly enjoys the increase in pain, his responding thrash is sudden enough to send him and Duck rolling off the couch in a jumble. Someone’s foot catches Barclay in the shoulder, knocking him back onto the rug.

“Whoops.” Duck says to the ceiling, laugh bubbling up from his chest and bounding about the room.

“Sorry.” Joe says to the floor, chuckling as he sits up.

“That was very graceful.” Indrid teases from his spot on the couch, only for Barclay to rear up and pull him down on top of him, the thinner man squawking indignantly. As they all disentangle and sit up, Duck looks around their little circle of flushed skin and mussed clothes.

“So, uh, that happened.”

“Indeed.” Indrid scoots next to him, resting his head on his shoulder.

“Is everyone, like, okay that it did? I mean, we seemed okay and said yes and shit but is okay in like a bigger sense?” Barclay holds out his hand and Joe takes it.

“Yeah.”

“Yes.”

“Yep.”

“Do we, uh, wanna talk about what this is gonna look like?”

They all nod, and spend the next two hours hashing out the details of their newly forming polycule. Duck and Barclay agree they’d rather be metamours, everyone else will be partners, and that everyone should probably get some sleep before diving into the do’s and don’ts of what they each want from sex.

Barclay and Indrid build a makeshift bed on the floor by the T.V, Joe and Duck on the inside with Barclay and Indrid on the outside.

Duck drifts off to sleep with his head on Joe’s chest and Indrid’s arms around him. He knows they still have things to work out, that there will be hiccups. But for now, he’s happy to lay here, safe and loved, with his boyfriends.

#indrid cold/duck newton #indruck #OT4: Government Men and Their Cryptid Boyfriends #agent stern/barclay/indrid cold/Duck newton #agent stern/barclay #sternclay #agent stern/duck newton #Indrid cold/Barclay #meet ugly

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Death and Champagne

So I wrote a thing about how Eryn and Leliana met. This takes place 2 years before the 5th Blight. Eryn is between 17 and 19 years old (i havent decided yet) Sorry this is so long

The stars gathered together in the sky above, eager to watch the events that were about to unfold. The moon cast its light down below like a spotlight, illuminating the Orlesian palace in brilliant white light. There was a grand ball being held, and many nobles from all over Thedas had come. The invitation list was a veritable whose-who of the worlds noble elite. The main ballroom was packed to the brim with them. Flowing dresses of the finest silk. Elegantly tailored suits embroidered with silver and gold. Jewel encrusted masks with little eyes peeking out from behind them. All the worlds finery packed into one small space.

Among them, a Ferelden noble family, the Couslands. Teryn of Highever, Bryce Cousland had been invited as guests of the de Montfort’s. Their names were called out as they stepped into the room, and all heads turned at once. Bryce’s youngest daughter, Eryn Cousalnd, nervously scratched the back of her neck. As she stepped into the room, feeling the numerous eyes upon her, she felt like a wolf stepping into the lions den. She wore a black coat slashed with silver, dark trousers and a simple white shirt beneath; simple and practical, in stark contrast to the vibrate parade of colors surrounding her. This wasn’t her mothers choice. If her mother had her way she’d have Eryn in the prettiest dress he could find; Eryn had overheard her and Lady Isolde talking about it over dinner the night before. And although her mother had made her displeasure clear, she hadn’t made Eryn change. Eryn had good ol’ Nan to thank for that. The old cook had convinced the Teyrna that Eryn was old enough to be able to dress herself and could make up her own mind about what to wear. As if her mother didn’t have enough to be mad about in terms of Eryn’s appearance. She was already twisted into knots about Eryn cutting off her hair so only a few thick strands remained swept over her eyes. It was one of the many things that they argued about almost constantly. And another reason the two had grown apart in recent years.

When Eryn was born, her eyes had been a vibrant blue, but over time they had dimmed to a dull shade of grey, and yet they were still electric. They threw sparks across the room as she looked around at the society that had occupied her country for nearly a century and whose rule had been overturned a few decades before she was born. She wasn’t impressed. It was all so fake. Everyone sounded tough, boasting on about their wealth, and sneering down their noses at those who could only manage. But if a famine or another Blight came to their door, what would they do then? Their money and power wouldn’t deter darkspawn, nor would it make crops grow. And yet Eryn could sense a brokenness behind every mask. They deck themselves in jewels and elegance, hiding their shattered selves as a warrior clads themselves in armor.

The amount of sparkly surfaces condensed within the room almost made her want to squint. Her father wasn’t kidding when he said the Orlesians were adept at overdoing everything. The excess of it all was overwhelming, and Eryn found herself feeling suffocated. She forced herself to grin and bare it for a whole 20 minutes as her mother dragged her through the room, greeting people and carrying on the usual boring small talk and pointless conversations. She was finding it difficult not to fidget and her eyelids drooped from boredom. Then a blur of red caught her eye, and she allowed her gaze to be pulled away from the nobles her mother was chatting with. They’d completely forgotten she was there anyway. She didn’t find whatever had drawn her attention away, but she did notice a tall woman standing some distance away, her hair a tumble of blond curls that trailed over her shoulders. She wore a backless deep blue dress that fitted her form a little too well. She turned and Eryn allowed her gaze to follow her blonde tresses down, noticing how toned her back was. Her hips curved in such a way that-

“Eryn!” Her mother raised her voice and nudged her slightly. Eryn blinked several times and looked back at her mother, her eyes out of focus.

“Um, sorry, what?”

Her mother sighed. “I was just saying, Thomas here isn’t married either.”

“Ah, yeah.” Eryn looked back at the boy who was standing in front of them. She did her best to keep the disinterest out of her voice, “How do you do, sir.” Thomas Howe was a scruffy looking boy with blonde hair, sparkling green eyes, and too much enthusiasm. He was just like a puppy, except he didn’t piss on the floor; that she knew of at least. He was talking animatedly about something, and she was doing her best to pay attention.

There was another blur of red and Eryn looked again. This time she saw what had drawn her attention. Eryn drew a breath as an arrestingly beautiful woman flitted into her view. Her long bright red hair trailed down her back and over her shoulders, free flowing like silk without a tangle or knot. Her skin was very fair and looked as delicate as porcelain, with scatterings of freckles dotted across her skin like flecks of paint on an exquisite painting. Eryn almost thought they looked like stars against a pure white sky. She wore a mask over her face like practically all the Orlesians here. It was pearly white, with a winged pattern at each side curving upward. Her dress was a delicate pink with gold embellishments, with a plunging neckline widening at the top to expose much of her shoulders and collarbone. Eryn could see more scatterings of little stars. Eryn found herself stunned by the woman's beauty, almost to the point of paralysis. Her eyes lit up with wonder and she couldn’t hide it.

The woman disappeared into the crowd, but Eryn wanted to go with her. Most of all she wanted to get away from her mother and this babbling boy. Mustering up as much politeness as she could manage she said, “I couldn’t be more interested, ser, but you’ll have to excuse me. I’m gonna go find a drink.”

“Oh, I can get you one!” Thomas called out after her.

“No.” Eryn held a hand up, stopping the boy dead in his tracks. “Thanks, but I can get my own.” As she moved away, she breathed a sigh of relief. It was fortunate her mother hadn’t tried to stop her.

She moved through the crowds, searching for the woman, but the sprawl of red hair seemed to have disappeared. Eventually, she stopped moving. Allowing the other crowds of people to move around her. That was often how she felt at times. Cut off from the rest of the world, a freak, a weirdo with no place in it, no where she truly belonged. While she may be standing still, the world around her was spinning on, unaware of her existence.

One of the many servants circulating throughout the palace walked past carrying a tray of champagne in crystal glasses. Eryn could see the tiny bubbles rising in the honey colored liquid. At the last moment, she reached out and snatched a glass. She hadn’t been lying when she said she needed a drink earlier. She found a nice quiet corner to stand in, and leaned against a pillar sipping the champagne.

As she watched the other Orlesians chatter and gossip, she noticed a familiar blur of red and saw the woman who had previously drawn her away. She had broken away from the crowds and was walking towards her purposefully. Without meaning to, Eryn found herself mesmerized by the way she walked. However ‘walked’ was the wrong word. She didn’t walk, she strutted. There was an almost hypnotic way in which she swayed her hips as she walked. Surely Eryns eyes weren't the only ones drawn by it. At her approach, Eryn awkwardly raised a hand in greeting.

“H-Hey.” It was the only thing she could manage to say, and even then the words seemed to take an eternity to leave her mouth. She was still reeling from the woman's stunning appearance.

“A pleasure, my lady.” The woman greeted her flawlessly in the common tongue. Eryn realized she must’ve known she was Ferelden; Fereldens were among the few who werent masked tonight. “I am Leliana.”

“Eryn. Eryn Cousland.” Eryn held out a hand lazily, and the other woman shook it. She moved her hand delicately. Her every movement had the ease and grace of a ballet dancer. Eryn marveled at the softness of her hand, but was intrigued by the vague outlines of old cuts and calluses found there. Noblewomen of Orlais weren’t known to work with their hands, at least not in any way that didn’t involve pen and paper.

“I must say your hair is darling.”

Eryn snorted, “Funny considering I put little to no effort into it.” A half truth. Her mother had insisted it at least be combed so it didn’t as scruffy as a haystack. Despite her best efforts, however, it was still as coarse as barbed wire. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she wondered why this woman was speaking to her. So far, Eryn had made no attempt to be friendly, and was standing quite aways from everyone else. So what was this woman doing talking to her?

“So what are you doing over here?” Leliana asked.

“Waiting for the night to end. There’s little else to do.” Eryn glanced around, “No one here wants to talk about anything besides money or politics, or make their damn small talk.” She sighed, “Sorry, it just seems so… pointless.”

“It isn’t all just mindless chatter. You can learn a great deal about someone even with just small talk.”

“Really?” Eryn was sounding doubtful.

“I’ve already learned a great deal about you.”

Eryn crossed her arms, addressing her with a skeptical smile, “And what’s that?”

“That you don’t care about politics, nor about your appearance.”

“A common trait among teenagers, isn't it?” Eryn was still smiling.

“And you have a strained relationship with your mother.”

The smile evaporated.

“Any mother would want her child to look good and proper for an event such as this. But you don’t and don’t seem to care. You are rebelling against her wishes, and thus don’t get along with your mother.” Without Eryn realizing it, Leliana had taken her hand in hers. “And your hands are calloused. Most noble’s hands are smooth. You work with them alot. But doing what, I wonder? Nobles don’t normally do much with their hands.”

Eryn tightened her grip against the womans hand before she could pull away, “Funny you should say that. Because your own hands feel quite weathered as well.”

“I play the lute. It can be hard on the hands.”

“Yes, but that would only effect the pads of your fingers. Your palms are a bit on the rough side as well.”

“You catch on quick.” Leliana gave her a coy smile and tried to pull her hand away, “And you’ve a strong grip, too.” She said, more quietly this time, and tugging against her hand again to emphasize her point.

Eryn grinned and released the other womans hand, feeling her fingers linger against her palms for a moment before retreating.

“Sometimes it’s the little details that say the most. It’s not about the words said, it’s about finding the person hiding behind those words.”

Eryn nodded soundlessly, and looked around her. Suddenly these Orlesians didn’t seem quite so frilly and foolish. “What’s with all the masks?” She asked suddenly. It was something she’d been wondering about all night, but hadn’t had the chance to ask.

“It’s part of the Game. You never see anyones true face.” Leliana explained. Eryn had expected to hear arrogance in her voice. It seemed like every Orlesian she met spoke to her in the same sneering, smug tone. But that tone was nowhere to be found in Leliana’s voice. “We all have a face we want people to see, and a face we do not.”

Eryn chewed her lip thoughtfully, trying to make sense of what Leliana had said. Part of her was feeling less at ease, being around a woman who could disarm and see through people so easily. This was clearly a dangerous woman. There was certainly steel behind that smile. And yet, she was intrigued.

As they talked, Eryn noticed a familiar face drift past. Leliana was still talking, but Eryn’s entire attention was fixed on the man who was moving through the crowds. She had seen his face often enough throughout her stay here in Orlais. He was a massive man, almost 6 foot, and his hands were as big and brutish as a bears paws. Like everyone else here, his face was obscured by a mask, an obsidian black one with flames around the eyes. Eryn had seen him while roaming the city. She’d done some snooping and had a found out a great deal about him. He was a nasty piece of work. There was substantial evidence that he was selling elves to Tevinter for slavery. He brought the elves and Tevinter bought them for a substantial price. It was said he was using the money to buy and furnish a house. He was a bloody criminal, there was no lie in that. But he was a rich, influential man, and no charges had ever been brought against him. No one did anything, no one cared.

“I’ll be right back.” She said, and left to begin trailing the nobleman through the crowds. She kept a good distance from him, and her stride short. She wasn’t worried about being seen. There were plenty of hiding places. The real danger was that it would be all too easy to lose him, for the same reason.

A figure stepped in front of her, and she looked up to see a young man giving her a pleasant but crooked smile. She tried to smile back, but only managed a faint twitch.

“Hey, Thomas.” Thomas began talking about something unintelligible that Eryn only just managed to catch bits and pieces of. Something about hunting in the Knotwood Hills. “Uh huh.” Eryn nodded, her eyes over the boys shoulder, pinned to the orlesian man. He was on his way out of the ballroom. She had to follow him quickly before he disappeared. “I couldn’t be more interested, ser, but you’ll-” She tried to squeeze past but he step in front of her again, blocking her path. He reached out a hand, but she grabbed it, and, in the same movement, shoved him to one side. His shoulders banged against one of the pillars in the room, and he starred back at her with a stupidly astonished face. Eryns almost non-existent smile had faded, and her face was hardened by her annoyance. “-have to. Excuse me.”

Thankfully she hadn’t lost the nobleman. She caught up with him just as he left the main ballroom, the big doors thuding shut behind him. Eryn lingered by the door for a few moments, then continued after him. She rounded the corner and just managed to catch a glimpse of him making his way up a flight of stairs before he disappeared from sight. She made to follow after him, but was stopped at the foot of the stairs by a pair of heavily armored guards. They were unfriendly, and didn’t speak the common tongue. She made no attempt to try and get past them and moved away, disheartened and quietly brooding. She mulled over her options as she moved away and continued down the hallway. The stairs were obviously out of the picture. An elf hurried past, carrying a tray of drinks, her tumble of light hazelnut brown hair pulled into an intricate braid. Without thinking, Eryn looked after her, distracted by her cute pointed ears. Elves always had the cutest little ears. After a few moments she shook herself out of it.

She walked out onto an empty balcony, and was relieved by the breeze against her face. The cool air was refreshing, and the night was unusually chilly for Orlais. She leaned against the railing and enjoyed the fresh air and open space around her as she considered. She thought about stealing a disguise and trying to slip past the guards as a servant or maybe another guard, but quickly decided against it. All the servants she’d seen here had been elves, and not only would their clothes never fit, she’d never pass for an elf. The guards here were on high alert and would be difficult to subdue out of sight. There was a slight banging noise above her head. She glanced up, and noticed another balcony several floors above her. The balcony’s doors were wide open and one of them was swinging and banging in the breeze. Looking closer at the building itself, she saw a trellis with vines reaching up alongside the palace, and stretching all the way to the roof, passing just beside the balcony above her. Strange, how much like a ladder it looked. And unusual that it passed so close to her destination, as if purposefully put there for her benefit. Of course she was several stories up. If she slipped or a breeze blew her off balance, there would be a long fall awaiting her. It was a foolish idea.

She glanced back inside to make sure nobody was watching. Then again, a possible fall to her death seemed more appealing than Orlesian steel, and the cold of this breeze couldn’t be nearly as frigid as the soulless company found at this party. She climbed over the balcony railing, latched her fingers onto the trellis, and began the climb it. This had seemed a great deal easier in her head. The trellis didn’t offer much room for her hands to get a proper handhold. There were only square shaped little holes should could fit her fingers through thanks to the unusually tiny size of her hands. But all the pressure was focused on a very small space on her hands and the wood was digging into her fingers, leaving blisters. She did her best not to look down and keep her eyes forward. She told herself it was only a ladder she was climbing. A ladder leading to the top of an apple tree, with a fall of about 6 feet. Nothing to worry about. If she had been thinking about the bone shattering fall beneath her feet, she might’ve been paralyzed by fear.

The trellis shook and there was a loud snapping somewhere below her. She stopped, instantly. It suddenly occurred to her that this wooden trellis wasn’t designed to carry her weight. For a moment, everything was still. She stayed where she was, the night breeze rustling her clothes as she dangled along the side of the building, her only lifeline a rickety piece of wood. Then, the lifeline was severed. Panic surged over her as the wooden trellis began to fall away from the building, threatening to take her with it down the ground below. She reeled back crazily, trying to regain her balance. At the last moment, she jumped. The trellis fell away behind her as she flew through the air, her legs flailing. Her fingers caught hold of the edge of a window sill and the air was knocked out of her as she slammed into the side of the building. Eryn gasped, and tried to ignore the intense pain pulsing in her hands. Her legs flailed and scrambled to get a foothold, but there was none to be found. She would need to do this with her arms, but whatever she did it had to be quickly. Her hands were loosing feeling. She strained and pulled herself up with all her strength. Her feet found the solid concrete and she hugged the side of the building, struggling to catch her breath.

As she regained her stamina, she noticed she was standing in front of a window. Thankfully it was half covered by curtains, but there was a slight crack through them. She wondered what someone might be thinking if they could see a mysterious figure standing right outside the window. A ghost, perhaps? She peeked in through the crack in the curtains and saw someone moving around inside the room. It was too dark to tell who it was, but tuning out the noise of the wind, she could just make out a voice. Eryn pressed her ear to the glass, focusing in on the voice. Though she could make out the voice more clearly, she couldn’t make out any words. It was all distorted gibberish, and nothing made sense. Something about someones horse and... a radish? Then she remembered where she was. They were speaking Orlesian. Of course she couldn’t understand them.

Even though she could understand none of the words, she recognized one of the voices talking. It was the man. She was sure of it. For a moment, she was half tempted to try and open the window and walk in. But there was no latch for the window on the outside. She would have to keep going up and find the balcony she’d seen when her journey had started. She glanced up and tried to find it again to orientate herself. But it wasn’t there. She frowned, puzzled, and scanned the sky above her again. Had she mistaken the balcony for something else? It couldn’t have just vanished. Her gaze drift down, and she realized with relief that she’d merely made more progress than she originally thought. The balcony was right next to her. She only had to shimmy her way across another window sill and she’d be on it. She somehow managed not to slip and climbed over the railing of the balcony, her feet making a satisfying thump upon her arrival.

She took a moment to shake feeling back in her hands.The open door swung again in the wind, and just as she turned her head, the door decided to slam into her. She stumbled to the side slightly, her legs still wobbly from the climb, and had to resist the instinct to push the blasted door back. Her fingers hooked onto the door handle and she peeked inside. The room was dark, but she could make out a fireplace burning on the right walls of the room, and in the center of the room, the headboard against the wall closest to her, a fancy Orlesian bed without any pillows. That puzzled Eryn. A bed without pillows. Why? She slipped inside and closed the balcony door. She moved silently through the room and noticed there were stairs leading to a lower half of the room. One one side of the room she could see a desk piled high with papers and a globe sitting in a corner. To the other side she saw a couch surrounded by bookcases that stretched all the way to the ceiling. She glanced up at the ceiling and wondered again why the Orlesians insisted on putting gilding on literally everything. Who cares what the ceiling looks like? Why even bother gliding it with intricate rectangle patterns? She heard voices again and the man walked in, an elven servant trailing behind but stopping in the doorway. Eryn just managed to slip behind one of the pillars and out of sight. She was grateful there were no mirrors nearby that might’ve otherwise given her away. They were still speaking in Orlesian but Eryn detected the man wasn’t happy about something. He was speaking to the elf in a sneering tone, and sounded as if he was berating her for something. He began flipping through the papers on the desk, ignoring what the elf was saying. Then a guard stepped in, announced something, then left. The man raised his voice briefly, and the servant nodded and hurried away.

Eryn knelt down and lifted up her pant leg, unsheathing the dagger hidden in her boot. It was a tanto-like blade with a sharply angled tip, slightly resembling a chisel point. Her target wasn’t wearing any armor, but if he had been the blade would’ve been able to pierce through it without breaking. Her brother had given the blade to her when she was 13. He’d intended that she’d use it for self-defence, of course. Still kneeling on the floor, Eryn peeked around the pillar. He was still there, but now the elven servant was gone. He was alone, utterly unaware of her presence as he. She wouldn’t get a better chance. She had to act now. But how to get to him? He was facing out from the room and there was no way for her to approach him without him seeing her. Normally she would’ve just leapt over the railing and killed him, but that would’ve been messy, and she had to keep her suit clean to avoid suspicion; and the wrath of her mother. She could probably throw a knife, but she wasn’t well practiced with knife throwing, and didn’t trust her aim in the dark. Then she had an idea. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a caprice coin. She remembered someone telling her that these were meant to be thrown into a fountain, and shook her head. These Orlesians threw away money just for the hell of it. Tonight she’d be tossing this coin with a purpose greater than it was intended. She flicked her thumb, and there was an audible click as the coin was flung into the air. The firelight flickered against the coin as it flew. It bounced twice on the stairs, then rolled to rest on the lower floor. The man had heard the sound and looked up. He noticed the coin glinting in the light, and moved to investigate. If he had wondered how it had got there, he didn’t seem to care. Money was money. He leant down to pick it up. That was when Eryn made her move. She broke away from her hiding spot and sprinted down the steps, two at a time. She buried the knife in hers neck just as he straightened up. She was careful to do it quickly and cleanly. She didn’t want to get any blood on her suit. The coin dropped out of the mans hand, and soon after he lay sprawling on the floor right next to it, his blood pooling around the corner. Blood money. The word came through Eryns mind as she wiped the blade clean on the dead mans clothes then secured it back into the sheath in her boot.

There was a slight squeak of a shoe, and Eryn’s head jerked up. There was a woman standing in the doorway. Her eyes narrowed as she searched through the darkness and Eryn realized she knew this woman. It was Leliana. Eryn also realized that she’d tried to sneak up on her. Leliana hid her surprise well, her voice was poisoned honey,

“You’re not supposed to be up here.”

“Yes, it would seem I got a bit... lost…” Eryn said slowly as she straightened up and backed away from the body, “I don’t suppose you can tell me which way to the ballroom?”

Leliana took a few strides towards her, her voice still sweet as rose water, “Yes, if you’ll just come with me, I’ll show you.” As she moved forward, she stepped into the fire light and something glinted in her hand. She was holding a knife.

“Ah, no thanks.” Eryn shook her head and raised both hands, “I’ll be just fine on my own.” She glanced over her shoulder briefly, quickening her pace towards the window from whence she’d come. She hesitated for a few more seconds, then turned and ran.

She made for the balcony from which she’d come, taking the steps two at a time, and all the while hearing the other womans footsteps dangerously close behind. Struggling not to slide of the marble floor, she made it to the balcony and burst back out into the refreshing outside air. She turned and put a foot on a potted plant, grateful that it took her weight. She reached up, her fingers hooking onto the drain, and began pulling herself up towards the roof. As her foot left the ground she could hear Leliana’s footsteps behind her, and she glanced behind her just long enough to catch a glimpse of just out close the other woman was. She was practically on her heels, and reaching out to pull her down, but Eryn acted quickly. She gripped the edge of the roof with both hands and lashed out with her feet. Her heels slammed into the woman, and there was a thud as she fell back from the blow. Eryn immediately began climbing again, and scrambled onto the roof.

Eryn struggled to get a proper footing on the roofs shingles, but after a few stumbles she finally got the feel of it. Although she didn’t have much time to appreciate, being up here gave her perspective on just how huge the palace was. The rooftops were like their own separate city of the skies, slanting roads of teal shingles criss crossing and rising and falling. The design of Val Royeaux was unlike anything Eryn had seen before or after she’d come to this country. It certainly made getting around on these roofs more interesting.

The roof slanted suddenly, and Eryn found herself sliding down it too quickly to stop herself. Her journey ended quickly with a smash. She looked up and realized she’d fallen into someone’s living room. The object that had broken her fall was a coffee table, both legs smashed on one side, the cloth covering it had tangled around her legs. Eryn ripped the cloth away and stumbled to her feet. She glanced around the room as she brushed herself off. Why would the Orlesians build their houses like this? A living room with a giant square hole in the roof? What if it rained and you got soaked? Or did Orlesians keep servants with umbrellas for that eventuality? It wouldn’t have surprised her. With Orlesians you never know.

Then she glanced up and saw her pursuer again. The sight snapped her out of her thoughts and she took off running again. Her feet echoed against the marble floors as she ran through the strangely silent room, heading for the balcony just ahead. She burst through the doors, and without stopping she leapt onto the railing and off the edge, making for the ledge of another part of the palace. She caught it at the last second, but she still managed it, and began climbing back into the roof.

Leliana was relentless in her pursuit. Eryn was beginning to wonder how much longer until she could break free and out of her line of sight. Perhaps she would need to disappear into another one of the rooms? Just then, the shingles crumbled under her feet as she slid down the side of the roof. The roof she was on slanted very severely and stopped. It ended into a wide chasm, with a long drop to the cobbles down below. Ahead of that she could see the ledge of another roof on otherside of the massive gap racing towards her. Electric with nervous energy, she wanted to jump now, but she made a conscious effort to wait, knowing how far she had to jump, and how little time she would have until there would be no coming back. She waited until the very last moment, then leapt forward, her arms stretching out towards the rooftop on the other side. The night air blasted all around her, the stars above flickered as they watched to see what would happen next. Bloody hell. She wasn’t going to make it. Eryn yelled as the edge of the roof raced towards her, then her fingers slammed against it and she gripped it desperately. Her own body weight dragged at her, trying to throw her down to the pavement below. She risked a glance back and saw the woman watching her, seemingly frozen in a moment of indecision. But it could only be a matter of time before she continued the pursuit.

Eryn strained her arms and pulled herself up and onto the roof. As she did so, she heard the shingles clattered as she woman began sliding down the roof towards her. Eryn had to waste a few precious seconds catching her breath when she made it to the roof, and looked up in time to see the other woman flying through the air, soaring towards her. She remained there watching for a moment. She couldn’t help her self, she was mesmerized by the sight.

When the woman reached the other side, the sound of the impact snapped her out of her mesmerized state. She put a foot onto the ground, preparing to bolt away again, but there was an unsettling sound coming from below her. The gutter that she’d grabbed on her way over, and that the woman was now using to do the same, was shuttering and grinding. With sudden disbelief, Eryn realized it was coming loose. She had only seconds to react, and she did so without thinking.

The smart thing would’ve been stand by and watch as the woman fell backwards into the ground below. End the danger, and she could go home for the night. But there was a little voice in her head that rejected the idea. As much of a rebel as Eryn was, there was still a human part of her that refused to be silenced by sense. A whisper of conscience that only just managed to tip the scales in the opposite direction of sense. As the gutter came free, the woman cried out as she fell briefly through the air. Eryn lunged down and stretched out her hand. As she gripped the womans hand, she had to hold on tightly against the roof with the other, to keep them both from tumbling down. She gritted her teeth, feeling Leliana gripping her arm with both hands. The older woman was staring up at her with wide eyes, and Eryn couldn’t tell if there was shock or fear in them. Glancing around, she could see a small balcony below and to the left of them. It was closer than the ground was, and while a landing onto it would still be rough, it would be survivable. Eryn slowly managed to swing her arm back, and with a grunt she threw the woman onto the balcony. There was a loud crunch as the little table that was sitting there broke under Leliana, but she was otherwise unharmed. By the time she looked back up at the roof, Eryn had already gone.

Eryn ran on along the palace rooftops until she came to a small garden, empty and silent. She dropped down into the garden, landing in some bushes that broke her fall. The moonlight spilled little shafts of light through the vine tunnel she walked through, silver mingling with the green and other various colors of the flowers dotted on the vegetated walls around her. She found a dark, quiet spot in a corner and knelt down to wait while she caught her breath. The night was chattering with sound. Insects chirped around her, a few fountains trickled emanating the soothing sound of flowing water, owls hooted in the distance, and in the distance she could vaguely hear the noise of the party. Listening to the thud of her own heart, she noticed a new sound she didn’t recognize until she heard it a second time. It was a nightingale. She’d very rarely heard the birds call. They weren’t common in Ferelden.

When her breathing was back under her control and her heart rate had returned to normal, she stood up and quietly moved to peek out from her hiding place. There were no unnatural sounds in the garden, no footsteps, and aside from the flickering lightning bugs, nothing moved. Deciding that it was safe to move, she left her hiding spot and set about finding her way back to the party before she was missed. Her mother would likely allow her some time to wander, but eventually she’d begin to wonder where she was.

She noticed a pair of doors leading inside. A few lights were on behind the glass, and she could see people moving around. She started towards it, but then a hand clamped down on her arm and pinned it behind her. In a moment, a knife was at her neck, and a voice whispered to her, warm air brushing against her ear,

“Aren’t you a little young to be an assassin?”

“You’re not much older than me.” Eryn retorted, “And I highly doubt you were there to help him cut his cheese with the knife thats against my throat.”

Leliana was completely calm, speaking slowly and evenly, which was somehow even more nerve wracking. “Who are you, and what are you doing here?”

“I wasn’t lying back at the party.” Eryn spoke quickly, allowing a little panic to enter her voice, “I really am Eryn Cousland, Bryce Couslands youngest daughter. That wasn’t a lie.” Her breath hitched as the knife pressed tighter against her throat. She could feel her quickening pulse beating against the blade.

“And who are you working for?”

“No one.” Eryn said simply.

There was a pause as Leliana processed this. “Then I suppose no one will miss you when you’re dead.”

“Except my family, looks that way, yeah.” Eryn closed her eyes and waited for death to take her. But it didn’t. There was a long pause.

“What do you mean by ‘no one’.”

Eryn opened her eyes and blinked in confusion. Wasn’t she going to kill her? What was she waiting for? “Uhhh… No one?... What else would I mean?”

“You killed him for nothing?”

“No. I killed him for me.” Eryn spoke easier, suddenly forgetting the knife, bitter anger surging in her voice, “I did my research and frankly I didn’t like him. Slavery is an abomination. The bastard’s just as much a criminal as I am and yet he walks the streets free without fear.”

“Slavery is illegal. But the elves are not slaves.”

“Oh, aren’t they?” Leliana’s grip on her arm had lightened, and Eryn spun around on her heels so that they faced each other. The knife was still at her neck, but she ignored it. She knew this wasn’t the true issue at the moment, but she couldn’t let it go. “Then tell me, milady, what is the difference between slavery and this whole servant thing?”

“They’re indentured servants. And most nobles here treat them well.”

Eryn scoffed, “And what will they do when it’s all over? Become a knight? Earn a proper wage as a scribe? And who would hire an elf for anything beyond sweat work? As if they could find work or even respect anywhere in a world designed to oppress them. It’s just slavery with a fancy name.” Eryn gritted her teeth, but fought back against the defiant urge to protest further, “But this is besides the point. The man’s still a crook. He was selling the elves to Tevinter, profiting on their misfortune and no one was gonna do anything, so I did. It’s not more complicated than that.”

“Have you any proof?”

“Check out the papers on his desk. You’ll find a few missives detailing the transactions. Do some more digging, and you’ll find even more. Secret meetings, smuggling shipments, money appearing out of thin air. It’d take a while to go into every last detail.”

“I see… You’ve a soft spot for the elves?”

Eryn felt indignant rage flaring through her, “It isn’t just about elves!... It’s a little that. No. It’s more than that. Look, people get screwed over everyday, and end up dead in a ditch for worse, and the people responsible go on with their lives as if nothing had happened, with no repercussions at all.” She gave Leliana a hard look, “If karma won’t kill them, then I fucking will.”

“So you’re a vigilante then? Killing people you deem guilty?”

“I don’t see anyone else volunteering for the job. The honor bound law is inept for the simple fact that they play by different rules than their opponents. You can’t win against a cheater without cheating yourself.”

“That may be true,” She paused, “But you’re not always right about who truly deserves to die.”

“Does anyone truly get that right?”

The blade fell away from Eryns throat slightly. “Your hearts in the right place, but I don’t know where your heads at.”

Eryn gave her a sly smile. “I’ve got a few screws loose, that’s for sure.”

Leliana tilted her head slightly to the side, studying Eryn with a pair of stunning blue eyes that Eryn found difficult to look away from. Eryn could see the wheels turning, calculations going on in that head, and wondered if she was about to meet her end. Perhaps she’d just ensured her own death by speaking her mind so honestly. She might seem deranged to this woman, and it may seem a mercy to put her down. “It takes a skilled person to climb up several floors and kill a man with the power and influence such as that.”

“And it takes an equally skilled person to run after someone and do parkour in a bloody dress.” Eryn looked over Leliana’s dress again, and wondered if it was designed in such a way to allow for such things. “Now why don’t you go ahead and kill me. We both know you won’t risk me going to the authorities. Unless,” She trailed off and let her words roll on her tongue for a moment, tasting them like a fine wine, “You need something?”

Leliana giggled, a rich sound that sent a delightful tickle through Eryns chest. “What makes you think I need something?”

“If you really wanted me dead, you’d have killed me by now.” Eryn took another step forward, and lightly brushed the knife away, no longer fearing its touch.

“And if I do need something?”

“For the right price, I might take interest.” Eryn allowed another smirk ooze over her lips. This trip to Orlais was looking like it was going to be a lot of fun.

#dragon age #eryn cousland #leliana #warden x leliana #cant think of anything else to tag #and im lazy #this was probly the most fun thing ive written so far #or one of the most fun things

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janthonyashtoreth · 4 years

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Another big batch of asks!

Answering a bunch of asks under the cut! Most of them are ink and flowers centric. I hope you all are doing well <3

anonymous asked: wait wait hold up Anathema works in Azra's tattoo parlour?? amazing, when i was thinking of making my own florist/tattoo artist au, i also had Anathema be Aziraphale's apprentice :D i like when these two are friends. do you have any more headcanons about Anathema in ink and flowers?

she does!! she was doing an apprenticeship under him but has since graduated to doing her own thing (but she still works at his parlor). i can’t get into the whole plot because spoilers but angels/demons and agnes nutter’s prophecies still exist in the iaf universe, but anathema isn’t her descendant. instead, anathema is a wickedly smart computer genius and her boyfriend newt is an endearing but kind of inept descendent of agnes. anathema was azra’s good friend-turned-wingwoman once anthony shows up. i love her

anonymous asked: concept: aziraphale seeing crowley presenting femininely for the first time how'd you think he'd react? in your flower shop tattoo artist au

anonymous asked: OKAY totally not asking bc i may or may not have been thinkin abt this for like. too long. but would anthony have to like, come out as genderfluid to azra/how would azra react to seeing anthony present more fem for the first time

ooo ive been thinking about this as well! i dont think anthony would necessarily have a “coming out moment”, they just kind of do what they want. if they feel like presenting fem or using different pronouns they would just. do it. and azra would just kind of roll with it. i like to think that the first time anthony presented fem she got all dressed up for date night and didn’t tell azra and azra just Stares bc,,,, wow anthony is just gorgeous like that!! azra’s dead!!!

anonymous asked: You're a cutie pie. That's it. That's the fact.

:’ ) you’re a sweety pie!!!

anonymous asked: i deadass tried for 20 minutes to make the finger heart...... how did your friend do it......

i have absolutely no idea and it hurts my brain,,,

anonymous asked: Wahoo

wahoo.....

@alligatorsnbats asked: OK, so what's Oscar's thoughts on Anthony?

oscar LOVES anthony... he’s the worlds most apathetic cat but he actively seeks anthony out when hes around. azra is only slightly salty about it

anonymous asked: Is Anthony cross eyed?

he’s not! i made him a little bit cross-eyed in my latest post on purpose bc he was flustered but i dont know if it came across very well ;;

anonymous asked: not to be *THAT* bitch who comes into your ask box and gushes over your art but i love the way you colour things and your clean line work?? mwah. i wish i could draw like you its just so lovely

bfdkjfdh im cry,,,, just keep practicing my friend!!! i promise it’ll get you where you want to go. the last couple of months have been really nice for me in my ~art journey~ because its the first time i’ve ever really liked stuff that i’ve drawn. ive been drawing for about 7-8 years and this is only just happening and it varies so much from person to person!! some people get to where they want to go in 2 years, some people take 20. just don’t stop practicing!!

anonymous asked: your human!crowley deserves infinite appreciation and the fact that he has coloboma: that right there! is! good shit! he has snake eyes,,,, but as a human. u are a genius good sir and your art is a blessing 👌👌👌

haha thank you!! i think coloboma (i know how to spell it now!!) is such an interesting condition and it’s kind of underused for human aus!!! its so dope!!!

@bolitakawaii-senpai asked: what would crowley's and azi's fav emojies from the cursed emojis??

asking the real questions out here..... i think crowley’s would be the one with all of the teeth and aziraphale’s (assuming he knows what they are in the first place) would be the really cute one with big eyes and the pink hairbow

anonymous asked: concept for the ink and flowers au: something happens to crowley (imma b honest i have no idea) and has a lowkey crisis and chops all his hair off and just. joins his pet snake and snakes around the nursery untill azra comes in seeing crowley crying and cuddling his snake and yeah idk enjoy my the weird shit my brain comes up with

jhuyhaijodfaydgsihfujoi RIP TO THE HAIR...... i love the angst potential (and i can come up with a few reasons for the angst, but i digress) but i dont think i could part with anthony’s hair,,, i love it too much

anonymous asked: I can't handle your ink and flowers Aziraphale. I can't. His hair is TOO fluffy. His face is TOO squishy. He is EXTREMELY friend shaped. His glasses and his eyes are bright like SPARKLES. Every time I see him I want to go feral and show all my friends. I would hug him without letting go of given the chance. 1000000000/10. 💜🐝

anonymous asked: I have a cat just like Oscar (big himbo) and I got him some knit hats for Christmas and he's gonna hate me but I can't wait to dress him up like a little bee so: does Azra ever give Oscar like costumes or footies just for fun? If yes, does Oscar love or hate? 💜🐝

isldakfj im grouping these two together bc im assuming ur the same person anon!! i love your signature!!

you’re correct. his hair IS too fluffy, and he IS entirely too friend shaped. he has the BRIGHTEST eyes. i cant contain my rabid love for him and it spills out into the art. i can’t help it. he gives the best hugs

SLADKFJ YES HE DOES..... IVE BEEN MEANING TO DRAW THIS FOR A HOT MINUTE,,,, as i mentioned earlier oscar is the world’s most apathetic cat so i dont think he would care that much but he’s not super happy about it

anonymous asked: Y'know what? I'm too tired so say smth clever so just know that I love you and your art is amazing 💕💕 PS: i love that you also tag them as Ineffable partners (i guess the point is to be gender neutral)

i love you as well anon,,, and yeah i like the ineffable partners tag! i find that it fits more with their relationship for some reason. though i still tag as ineffable husbands since its such a popular tag lksdfjdfknjbh

anonymous asked: Hello! Fist of all thank you for yor art, you are one of my favorite artists in this fandom and I have Feelings about the Ink and Flowers AU. Second: Don't feel pressured to post daily, we understand that life is complicated and art can be difficult sometimes. Take care! You're the best!

anon i would die for you!!! i never imagined that i would ever be one of anyone’s favorite artists,,,,, im speechless,,,,,,,,

and yeah unfortunately i dont think ill be able to post every other day once this coming semester starts :( i’ll probably have to cut back to once every 3. but there’s more ink and flowers coming at u guys so!! stay tuned for that

anonymous asked: Good omens characters having a game night?

i know this was sent in for the au prompts i asked for but. i dont think im physically capable of capturing the pure chaos that would ensue from this. holy shit it would be so feral.

thank you to anyone who read this whole thing!! i read all of my asks as soon as i get them and i have a lot that i’ve been sitting on for a while. if you sent me something i promise i haven’t forgotten about it!! if you’ve sent something in that you were expecting a response to and i havent responded, just send it again to be safe in case tumblr ate it

i love all of you! <3

#ask me anything #anonymous #not art #ink and flowers au #bolitakawaii-senpai #alligatorsnbats

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badwolfwrites-sometimes · 4 years

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Drawn Together: Chapter 14

Happy birthday to Veneziano and Romano!

Three months passed, the friendship between Feliciano and Ludwig now as strong as steel. Yet, something has been bothering Feliciano about it.

Artisloveandlife: Do you think its strange how we ve been friends this long but we havent even seen each others faces

By now, Feliciano was also used to Ludwig's fast responses, even if he did scold him occasionally for it.

Artisloveandlife: People will think you re desperate

Lutzie71: Do you think I am desperate, Feliciano?

Artisloveandlife: Well no but others might

Lutzie71: I am only talking to you. Others don't matter now

Artisloveandlife: I dont think you understand how romantic that sounds

Lutzie71: It is just your mind

Point was, Feliciano was used to Ludwig's way of texting. From his perfect grammar to extreme time punctuation, but Feliciano liked him that way.

Lutzie71: I don't think it is all that unusual Lutzie71: There are people who enter relationships online, but have never seen each other Lutzie71: On the contrary, I would call it an internet phenomenon

Artisloveandlife: Hmm Artisloveandlife: I guess your right Artisloveandlife: But i really wanna see your face Artisloveandlife: I bet you look super cute

Lutzie71: You're* Lutzie71: I don't see why not Lutzie71: But I want to see your face as well Lutzie71: It is only fair

Artisloveandlife: Deal Artisloveandlife: Show yourself warrior

*Lutzie71 has sent a picture*

Artisloveandlife: Wow you look like a viking Artisloveandlife: Are you a viking in secret Ludwig

Lutzie71: No, but I do have relatives in Scandinavia Lutzie71: Most people tell me I am scary at first, this is new

Artisloveandlife: Well you are kinda scary but i live with lovi Artisloveandlife: Nothing beats that

Lutzie71: That is reassuring Lutzie71: Now, a deal is a deal

Artisloveandlife: Wait im looking for the perfect lighting

*Artisloveandlife has sent a picture, half an hour later*

Artisloveandlife: I know it took me a while dont complain Artisloveandlife: Feat gino cuz we re cute

Lutzie71: I can't deny that Lutzie71: Gino steals the spotlight, but you aren't that bad yourself

Artisloveandlife: Very funny Artisloveandlife: Theres something else bothering me Artisloveandlife: Can you shorten you arent to yourent

Lutzie71: Feliciano, why Lutzie71: Let us go back to talking about pictures Lutzie71: I love the background in your picture

Artisloveandlife: Thanks Artisloveandlife: Its the view from my window on the adriatic sea Artisloveandlife: That painting i made for alice and otto was supposed to be of the adriatic but i messed up

Lutzie71: I still think it turned out perfect

Artisloveandlife: Thanks even tho you say that every time Artisloveandlife: Whats that behind you tho

Lutzie71: It is my brothers room and that is his poster of some metal band whose name I can't decipher Lutzie71: The letters are too bloody

Artisloveandlife: Can i see them

Lutzie71: Sure

*Lutzie71 has sent a picture*

Artisloveandlife: Thats slipknot

Lutzie71: That was fast

Artisloveandlife: Its art so Artisloveandlife: I can read anything

Lutzie71: I am impressed Lutzie71: I haven't asked today how are you? How is the situation with your family?

Artisloveandlife: Pretty good meo has midterms now and is freaking out and lovi is doing good Artisloveandlife: He found a better job and he seems to like it Artisloveandlife: And gino and pookie are as amazing as always im pretty sure pookie found a gf

Lutzie71: That is cute Lutzie71: My dogs are splendid as well

Artisloveandlife: And gil

Lutzie71: Annoying me

Artisloveandlife: Like a good big brother

Lutzie71: You could say Lutzie71: I hope you don't mind but I showed him your picture Lutzie71: He says you are cute and that he would like to go out with you one day

Artisloveandlife: Gil is str8forward Artisloveandlife: I cant date you gil you re too far away and i need cuddles

Lutzie71: You have broken his heart Lutzie71: Good job Feliciano

Artisloveandlife: Ill take that as a compliment

Lutzie71: Fine by me Lutzie71: He is crying now Lutzie71: Drama queen

Artisloveandlife: Gil could act in an opera show

Lutzie71: He has 0 talent for singing though

Artisloveandlife: Savage Artisloveandlife: Hey Ludwig Artisloveandlife: Its getting kinda difficult to talk on tumblr Artisloveandlife: I stopped getting your messages normally Artisloveandlife: Are you fine with switching to whatsapp or something

This time, Ludwig didn't respond as quickly as he usually would. His message came 20 minutes late.

Lutzie71: This feels like a good time to reveal Betty's secret Lutzie71: She actually gave me your number despite you saying no Lutzie71: She said it is all about the yaois and left

Artisloveandlife: Im Artisloveandlife: Im going to kill her but before that thank you for being a good human being Ludwig Artisloveandlife: Unlike someone Artisloveandlife: You can send me a text then but i might not respond immediately im probably yelling at her

A couple of minutes later, as Feliciano was angrily texting Elizabeta hate messages, a message came from an unknown number. All that was written in it was Skree skree. Even after the whole situation with Lovino and Grandpa Rome was halfway resolved, Ludwig and Feliciano kept their pigeon talk, leading Feliciano to know exactly who it was.

♡~Feli~♡: Hi Ludwig

Ludwig: Hello Feliciano

♡~Feli~♡: I was just texting Lizzie how much i hate her how are you doin

Ludwig: Pretty alright Ludwig: She is reading me your texts at the couch Ludwig: I didn't know you were so vulgar

♡~Feli~♡: Yeah well i was really angry and she deserved it ♡~Feli~♡: I got it from my brother

Ludwig: I have never met them, but Betty tells me that Romeo is cute and Lovino is a prick Ludwig: Her words, not mine

♡~Feli~♡: Shes not that far from the truth ♡~Feli~♡: Although we all know im the cutest one ♡~Feli~♡: Do you want to meet my brothers

Ludwig: Someday yes

♡~Feli~♡: Okay

Feliciano pressed the camera button on the edge of his screen, calling Ludwig for a video call. It was either bad connection or Ludwig's anxiety that led to several attempts of this action before they finally managed to contact each other.

Feliciano smiled at his screen, Ludwig was going to hear his voice for the first time ever and he was going to hear his. "Hello!" He said, a bit higher than he wanted it to come out.

Ludwig looked around, nervous at this new way of talking, before finally responding in his natural voice. "Hello, Feliziano."

It was no secret that Feliciano cringed at the way Ludwig pronounced his name, but he mostly blamed it on the bad sound quality. "Your voice is so deep, please tell me a Kraken is not going to come out of your mouth. Also, that's not how you pronounce my name."

Ludwig tried his best to hide a smile forming at the corner if his lips, but Feliciano saw right through his pixelated face. "There are no Krakens in my mouth. If there were any, it is being digested right now."

"Oh, thank God." Feliciano laughed.

"You didn't tell me how to pronounce your name." Ludwig commented.

"It's a hard c, not a z. You're not saying Venezia, you're saying, uh..." Feliciano took a moment to look for comparisons. "Alice!"

"Feliciano." Ludwig tried saying it again.

"Much better."

"So, the same rules apply for i as they do for e?"

"Yes. But only if they come after c or g. And if you put h in between, then they are pronounced normally. C is k and g is g, like parcheggio." Feliciano explained.

"I see. What does parcheggio mean?" Ludwig asked.

"Parking lot." Feliciano said. "But that's not why I called."

"I quite enjoyed this conversation." Ludwig smiled.

"Of course you did. By the way, you're very cute when you smile. Now, do you wanna meet my brothers?" Feliciano asked.

Ludwig ignored the comment on his smiling face, avoiding the blush that would have otherwise be very obvious. "Why not."

"Okay. I'll give you a tour of the house while I find them." Feliciano said, getting up from his bed and showing Ludwig his room. "This is my room. If you can't tell it apart from all other rooms, mine has the best view. Remember that."

"Alright." Ludwig answered.

Feliciano exited his room and made his way down the stairs to the living room. "Our house should be a hotel." He said and Ludwig laughed. It really did have a lot of stairs.

When he was finally on the living room stairs, Feliciano spotted Lovino and Antonio on the couch, cuddling. "Hi, Toni!" He greeted.

Antonio waved at him and Lovino just looked at him, annoyed that his fun was ruined. Feliciano directed his attention back to Ludwig. "You get to meet Toni today as well. Lucky you, Luddy!" He said and jumped on the couch, separating Lovino and Antonio.

"Okay so, Ludwig, this is Lovi." Feliciano said, showing the phone to Lovino so Ludwig could see him better. "Lovi, this is Ludwig. He's my friend."

Lovino took a moment to take in Ludwig's appearance. "Feli." He called. "Why does that potato have hair?"

Feliciano was just about to tell him off, but Ludwig interrupted them. "When you leave a potato too long underground, it develops hair." Ludwig held back his laugh.

Lovino scoffed. "Well, aren't you a smartass."

"It is nice to meet you too, Lovino." Ludwig said.

"Fun fact. It's mine and Lovi's birthday soon. We were born on the same day two years apart." Feliciano chimed in.

"Best. Birthday present. Ever." Lovino said, Ludwig noted the sarcasm in his voice.

"And Meo was born in June. He betrayed us." Feliciano continued and moved his phone away from Lovino, towards Antonio.

Antonio offered Ludwig a big bright smile. "Hello!"

Ludwig was just about to answer, but Feliciano decided that wasn't going to happen today. "This is Toni. He's Lovi's boyfriend and we might have interrupted one of their make out sessions now."

"Don't worry about it, Feli. Nice to meet you, Ludwig." Antonio said, patting Feliciano's hair.

"Nice to meet you as well." Ludwig smiled. "I must say, you look rather familiar. Have you been to Germany before?"

"No. But I have a friend there. I met him when he got really drunk here in Italy." Antonio shook his head.

"That sounds like something my brother would do." As if he was summoned, a voice which probably belonged to Ludwig's brother chimed in.

"What is this gossip about the awesome me?" Another figure appeared behind Ludwig, with platinum white hair and piercing red eyes. A large smirk was glued on his face when he saw Feliciano on the phone, but it immediately turned to something less seductive when he noticed the person next to Feliciano.

Gilbert grabbed the phone from Ludwig's hands and took a closer look. "Toni!?" He asked.

Antonio's eyes went wide. Following Gilbert's reaction, he snatched the phone away from Feliciano and smiled. "Gil!"

Feliciano and Lovino were both watching their reactions. What in the world just happened? Neither knew the answer.

Gilbert continued. "What the hell are you doing there?"

"Feli is my friend. I had no idea he was friends with your brother! It's so nice to see you again, Gil!" Antonio answered.

"The world is too small for the awesome me. Still, I can't believe I'm seeing you there of all people." Gilbert shook his head like a grandpa.

Feliciano let the two of them talk for a little while more before joining Antonio on the screen. Gilbert smirked again when he saw him. "I'm glad you two got to talk it all out, but can I have Ludwig back please?" Feliciano asked.

Gilbert made a wounded expression at Feliciano's words. "Toni, call me." He said, making a phone gesture by his ear before passing the phone to Ludwig.

Ludwig just stared at Feliciano confused. "I have no idea what just happened."

"Me neither, but I'm glad they get along." Feliciano said. "Ready to meet Meo?"

Ludwig nodded and spotted his brother talking on the phone to someone. Judging by the voice he heard in the background from Feliciano, he suspected he was back to talking to Antonio. Feliciano's brother was sure to kill him now.

Feliciano walked back up the stairs to a dark hallway, at the end of it was a smaller room which Feliciano opened. However, instead of being met with light from the outside, he was met with more darkness and some tears. "Meo?" He called.

"Hm?" Came a sniffling answer.

"Midterms?" Feliciano asked.

"Yup."

"Can you talk now? I want to introduce you to my friend."

"Okay. Gimme a second." There was a shuffling sound and soon Romeo was up and smiling and Feliciano turned on the lights.

He walked towards Romeo's bed and sat on it, showing him Ludwig. "Meo, this is my friend Ludwig. Ludwig, this is Romeo. He's the youngest."

"Why you gotta rub it in my face? Nice to meet you, Ludwig. Don't listen to this guy, whatever he tells you about me, it's all lies." Romeo smiled.

Ludwig returned the gesture. "So, your name isn't Romeo and you're not the youngest?"

"Is that really all you have to say about me?" Romeo commented, pinching Feliciano.

"Ow! That's a good enough introduction, what do you want from me?" Feliciano said, caressing his wound from being pinched.

"My apologies. He did tell me more, but it didn't seem relevant." Ludwig said. "You're majoring in Chemistry, right? Good luck with your midterms."

"Yeah. They are a disaster, but I love blowing things up more." Romeo laughed.

"You are just like my brother." Ludwig said.

"I think we should leave now, Ludwig. Let Meo suffer in his pain." Feliciano said, smirking. This was revenge for pinching him before.

"Alright. Goodbye, Romeo. Good luck once again." Ludwig said and Feliciano took off, sticking out his tongue for Romeo, earning himself a middle finger up from Romeo.

The rest of the day, Feliciano and Ludwig spent just talking to each other. Elizabeta and her husband Roderich joined them briefly as well as Gilbert, but they mostly talked between themselves. Ludwig talked quite a lot about his dogs and Feliciano couldn't help his smile when he did. Ludwig was absolutely glowing when he talked about his dogs.

"Do you want to talk like this tomorrow again?" Feliciano asked. The clock on his wall showing that it was already well past midnight.

"Sure, I don't mind. If it is just the two of us." Ludwig said.

"Just the two of us then." Feliciano smiled. "Good night, Ludwig."

"Good night, Feliciano." Ludwig said and Feliciano broke the call. He voted the call as excellent and shut down his phone, his battery giving up on life as he did.

Feliciano laid down in his bed, thinking about what an eventful day it was. He recited some of the conversations between himself and Ludwig before falling asleep with a smile on his face.

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I Do. (Post 1/2) (part 1 of ?)

Ashton.

"I just want a nice, normal guy to sweep me off my feet, and support my carmel vanilla coffee addiction. Is that so much to ask?!"

My best friend gave me an amused glance before dropping her gaze back towards her phone. I swear, that girl could hold two conversations face to face, surf facebook, and hold a buisness Skype call, all at the same time. A.D.D., they name is Rae.

"I've set you up on five dates so far, and you havent lasted longer then ten minutes with any of them," she countered. "So how about this...you tell me your dream guy, and I'll work off of that."

I sighed, tapping my foot nervously against the metal rung of the coffee shop table. I was always fidgeting. Whether it was shaking my foot, drumming my nails along the table, or pacing aimlessly around, I was always moving.

"I don't know," I sighed out on a breath. Picking up my iced vanilla, butterscotch, and chai latte, I took a sip before responding. "Dont you know anyone that actually has a life?"

Rae glanced up at me, cocking an eyebrow. "A life? Like, the other 5 were dead?"

I groaned. "The first guy had the ambition of a goldfish. Second guy wanted me to move into his mother's basement with him. Third guy was perfectly content to be a cashier th erest of his life and didnt want to even think about making more than minimum wage or he would loose government assistance.....shall I go on?"

Rae gave a throaty chuckle, causing three random guys to stop their conversations and look her way. She just had that way about her.

"Tell you what," she mused out loud. "Since the last five was a complete disaster, and I thought they would have been perfect for you, the next guy I pick will be the one who I think you'll hate the most. So.... Here's what I want from you. You pick what you want him to wear. You pick if you want flowers or not. And you pick the place to meet for drinks, dinner, movie...whatever. deal?"

I thought about it for a moment, the shrugged. "Fine. I want to come here. This coffee shop. No flowers. No expectations. I'll even pay for the both of our drinks. But he has to have a job. A good job. Or at least have a goal in mind," I amended.

Rae nodded. "Tell me more. Actually, tell me your dream. What's your fantasy date for this coffee. Close your eyes and describe the guy to me. What is he wearing. What does he look like. What is he drinking?"

I laughed, but saw the amusement in her eyes. Deciding to play along, I closed my eyes and tilted my head slightly back.

"White button down shirt with the sleeves rolled back a bit. Nice jeans, probably faded with a hole in the leg," I laughed out. "Gorgeous smile because he laughs a whole lot and has an amazing sense of humor. Eyes that are kind and sparkle. Shaggy hair that probably falls into his eyes...." I trailed off.

"Sounds like quite the catch," Rae laughed out on a breath. She sounded amused, which kind of worried me a bit.

I opened my eyes and glanced at her. "Why do you sound like you just ate a canary?"

Rae's eyes sparkled as she tried to suppress a smile. "I know who would be perfect for you, and...he should be here in about two minutes."

My jaw dropped to the floor. "What?! Theres no way you could have called someone and set it up so fast. You had this planned!" I shrieked. Not because she set me up, but because she didnt warn me.

I was dressed in my -I dont give a shit, today is my day off- clothes. A pair of faded dark grey sweatpants with a hole in the left knee, dark green jumper with a faded brand logo running down the arm, and hair unbrushed and tossed into a messy bun. Plus I was still wearing yesterdays makeup which had faded to a lovely raccoon inspired look.

"This wasnt a setup," she argued lovingly, tossing her hands up to her side quickly. "Swear it. You know i was meeting a few friends here today. One of them would be perfect for you."

I eyed her warily. "The so-called friends that are mysteriously out of the country doing something tha you refuse to tell me, along with their names? The ones who you are best friends with...yet I know nothing about, and we have been best friends since middle school?!" I mused, scrunching my nose up at the thought.

Granted, my and Rae are best friends for over 15 years now, but there was a random 2 year period where were were heavily into the party and drug scene. We kinda split ways and didnt talk for 2 years, then both of us, separately, decided to get our lives in order and somehow reconnected as if nothing had happened.

Strange how life works out.

"They aren't...." I trailed off.

"They were, " she nodded. "Not anymore tho. I used to hang out and binge with them tho. They cleaned their lives up as well. Just took them longer."

I nodded, glancing down at my almost empty iced coffee as I dragged my nails along the styrofoam, making patterns on the cup. "I'm willing to give it a go I guess. Coffee never hurt anyone, right?"

"Right," she agreed, glancing down once again to her phone to resume whatever multi-conversation she was having.

I didnt realize until a few minutes later that I was humming and singing along the the songs playing over the cafe speakers.

"Do you like this band?" She asked randomly, not taking her focus from her phone.

"Love them," I remarked, not really paying attention. "I just got their new album yesterday actually."

She made a small chuckle. "Let me guess then...you were always a guitar or lead singer chick. So.... Luke?"

I grinned, breaking my gaze away from all the pretty little designs my nails etched into my now empty coffee cup. " Usually , yes you would have been correct. And while he is hot, as is the othe guitarist...my heart lies elsewhere in the band."

"Bassist?" She chanced, finally placing her phone down and looking up. Her eyes darted over my shoulder, then came back to focus on my face. A grin broke out, smile so wide it reminded me of the Cheshire cat.

"Um, nooo," I drawled. "I actually seemed to be drawn to.....why the hell are you staring a time like that?!" I asked, breaking the conversation. "You look fucking creepy."

Her eyes seemed to dart over my shoulder again to where the cashier counter was, then back to me again. "So the drummer then?" She mused, not bothering to hide the grin. "You have a thing for the drummer?"

I continued to stare at her, trying to puzzle out what the hell was making her act so weird. "Yeah...?" I dragged out.

"Hmmm, and why would that be? I'm honestly curious. Usually you always go for the guitar rock-God type for looks."

I cocked my head to the side. "You really want an answer?"

Rae grinned again. Nodding her head emphatically. "Oh yes. Please, by all means."

I shrugged, taking the last small sip from my coffee. "He always seemed the most put together. Knows how to laugh, but always seems polite. Has an amazing voice, but would rather be in the background playing his heart out. And he gives out total Daddy vibes," I joked. "Plus, he is seriously hot. They all are in that band actually."

Rae burst out laughing, covering her mouth with both hands. I swear, tears started to form in her eyes.

I just stared at her. "Seriously Rae, what has gotten into you today?! What's so funny?"

Her eyes darted behind me once again, but this time she nodded. I didnt even have a chance to turn around to see what she was looking at before an arm snaking over my shoulder, placing a styrofoam cup in front of me.

"You can call me Daddy if you feel the need to, but I prefer Ashton on a first date," a voice said.

I closed my eyes tightly, slowly opening them as panic filled me. My eyes traveled from the coffee, up to a bare forearm dusted in dark golden hair, to a shoulder and chest that had a white button shirt...sleeves rolled back.

Damn, but did Rae tell him how to dress?

He smirked at my dazed expression, while Rae finally got herself under control. "I didnt tell him," she rasped out, still trying to hide the amusement as she spoke. " He really was randomly dressed like that to come here."

Ashton raised a brow as he pulled up a chair, leaning over to give Rae a quick one-armed hug before sitting on the chair backwards between us.

He reached over, palm up while smiling at me. "She did however, demand that I randomly walk in and order you a vanilla butterscotch coffee without even telling me your name, or why I was buying you one. I'm being set up on a date, I take it?" He questioned again, glancing to Rae for affirmation before looking back at me, then down to his still extended hand. "Do I get a name? Or should I introduce myself again?"

I shook my head, trying to snap out of the surreal experience going on. Placing my hand in his, I cleared my throat. "You're Daddy, right?" I smirked, trying to fight the blush rising on my face. God, but do I hope he can take the joke.

His face split into a grin, laugh bursting out of his lips. "I like her," he chuckled, looking over to Rae. " This one actually knows what a joke is."

I grinned at that as he looked back at me. "I take it that Rae has tried setting you up before as well?" I questioned.

He nodded, a faint smile still gracing his lips. "One girl who decided living in her car way her dream goal. One who only ate foods that were yellow. And one who wanted to be a psychologist because she didnt understand how people laughed or why we smile at things."

My eyes went wide. "Wow. And here I thought I had it bad with the guy who only showered on days it rained cause that's how the bathtub got refilled."

Ashton let out another bark of laughter, breaking eye contact to speak to Rae once again. " You suck at setting people up. You know that?"

She raised a brow at that, stopping her cup of coffee in mid air before she could take a sip. "Oh, so should I not have introduced the two of you?" She asked, feigning a look of hurt. "And here I thought you were getting along fairly well."

Ashton shook his head. "Are you kidding me? this girl is horrible! Wont tell me her name, wont call me by mine, and she laughs at everything I say!" He rambled out. A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, but he didnt stop looking at her.

"And he isnt the greatest catch either, " I added. "Eavesdropped a private conversation, assumed I wanted him to pay for something. I didn't ask for without asking me. And he wont let me go," I added, flicking my gaze down to our still entwined hands.

Rae nodded, a huge, fake sight escaping past her parted lips. " okay, I give up. Sorry to waste your time, Ash. I'll take her home and be back in a few minutes to catch up with you all. I assume the others are on the way?" She asked, standing up and motioning for me to follow.

Ashton shook his head. " They are on the way. But you cant take her."

Without warning, he turned and licked a wet line up my jaw. "I licked her. Shes mine now."

My jaw dropped open, but rae looked amused. "Are you gunna pee on her too?"

He turned to look at me finally, slightly swaying our hands back and forth. "Is that your kink?"

"What?! No! Why would you ask that?!"

He shrugged. "Well, I know you have a Daddy kink, just had to be sure."

"I do NOT have a Daddy kink!" I hissed out, trying to pull my hand out from his grasp. "And why the hell did you lick me?"

He was having none of it. Keeping hold of my hand, he slowly brought it up to his lips and kissed the back of my hand before finally releasing his hold. "Cause I wanted to see what you tasted like. Vanilla, I like it." He winked.

"You do have a daddy kink," Rae interjected, laughing through her words. "I'm going to go get another coffee and grab 2 other tables for the guys. You two enjoy yourselves."

Ashton glanced at me before looking at Rae. "If I did that, we would be arrested and barred from this shop."

I think my heart stopped. Was I breathing?

"Mind if I go grab myself a drink?"

I blinked, trying to focus on his face once again. "Didn't you just order one while you were up there?"

He shook his head. "Only ordered yours. I wasnt sure if I wanted to stay once she told me she had a girl with her for me to meet."

"And now you are sure you want to stay?" I questioned.

He smiled. A sweet smile that lit up his eyes. "I think you are fucking perfect."

I blushed at that. "Yeah, right. Cause messy girl with raccoon eyes in your kink, right?"

He gave me an amusing look. "Like a guy in jeans and a white shirt is yours?" He retorted. A small sigh left his lips as he pulled out his phone and scrolled through a few messages. Once he found what he was looking for, he stopped and put the phone down on the table in front of me.

Raelyn- her fantasy sounds like you, in a white button down and a pair of worn out skinny Jean's. Just get your asses here!

Ash-and you are so sure I would like her? I sisnt agree to another date with your wacky high maintenance friends. They just want a sugar daddy.

Raelyn- shes sitting here in pajamas, messy hair, and yesterdays makeup. And she insists on buying our coffees every week. Still wanna pass her up?

Ash- ....be there in 5.

Raelyn- get her a butterscotch vanilla iced coffee.

Ash- thought she didnt want people to buy her shit?

Raelyn- then get it for me.

Ash- do I have to buy flowers or anything?

Raelyn- only if you want her to hit you with them.

Ash- I like her already.

I glanced up at Ashton, a small smile gracing my face. "So I guess it's my turn to buy you a coffee?"

He shrugged, swinging his leg back over the chair to sit down backwards on it once again. "If you insist. Pick whatever you think I would like."

I grinned this time. " whipped cream, cherries, and handcuffs?" I joked.

He beamed at me. "Nah, that's the second date. And woulsnt you know it....you already know what to call me then," he teased.

I laughed, walking away to get him a drink. I slid up alongside Rae, elbowing her in the side gently. "Are the other three coming?"

She smiled at me. "Yeah, be here any minute."

The barista asked up for our orders, while I pushed Rae's card back towards her. "I got them."

"That's 7 drinks you are paying for today," she reminded me.

"Glad your good at math," I remarked. "You can get the next round. And if they like me as a friend and we hang out in the future we can all take turns. If not, then I get to say that they are forever indebted to me. Win-win I say."

She shrugged, but didnt argue. "Fair play, that. I'll go shove the tables together and be back to help you carry them all."

But it wasnt her who came back over when the order was ready. It was Michael.

"HI," he practically yelled, squeezing me in a tight bear hug. "I'm Michael. Or Mike. Whatever."

"You seem overly happy to meet a stranger, " I laughed out, hugging him back just as tight before letting go.

"You made ashton happy," he shrugged, a huge smile on his face. "Anyone who can make his smile in the first few minutes of meeting him...especially lately, deserves to be treated like the fucking queen they are."

My brows shot up at that. "I'm a queen now. High praise. Does that make you the court jester?" I asked, handing him a cardboard tray with 4 drinks in it.

He grinned. "Sure. Anything else you wish me to carry, m'lady?"

I laughed and gave a curtsey. "Not at this time, good sir. Go forth and conquer the bistro que!"

Michael laughed, draping an arm across my shoulder while walking back to the now full tables. He set his 4 drinks down, then took one out of my hand and gave it to Rae before distributing the 4 he had.

"They're marked, and we all drink the same shit every time we go out," he explained. "The one you have is the only one I dont recognize so I assumed it is yours."

I shook my head and resumed my seat next to Ashton, with Luke next to me on the other side now. Michael and Calum were sat across from me. "Its for Ashton actually. He bought me my coffee and forgot to get his own."

"Trying to ditch her," Calum asked.

"Nope." Ashton stated. Simple. Direct. One word.

"Finally found a girl that will put up with your crazy-ass for longer than 10 minutes?" Like remarked.

"Gunna marry this one, mate," Ashton laughed out.

"Shit, you move fast," Michael snorted. "And here I was being engaged for over a year already. What am I doing wrong?"

"You actually asked your fiancee," Luke answered. "Ashton will just be standing in front of the magistrate with a blowup doll."

Everyone laughed, including me Ashton fake pouted, poking me in the side before lacing his fingers through mine. My heart gave a little flitter, but I didnt pull away.

"Come on, Love, you're supposed to defend our relationship!"

I chuckled. "Yes sir. Would you like to get married now, sir? I think I still have my old bicycle pump in my garage if you need it. And some duct tape in case your fiancee gets a hole."

He threw his head back and laughed, tightening his grip on my hand. Not hard, but in acknowledgment that it was a good laugh. "Fuck the lot of you."

"Damn, already cheating on me. And with three other men no less," I crooned, pouting my lips.

That caused another round of laughter.

"I think I'm in love with your girlfriend, " Calum huffed out. "She knows how to give back shit we dish out."

"Dont be hitting on my wife," Ashton fake growled. "I worked hard on this relationship!"

"Oh yeah? What's her name?" Rae jumped in, bemused laughter lacing each word.

A slow silence fell across the table, followed by abrupt laughter for everyone.

"Oh. My. God. You didnt even ask her what her name is yet?!" Michael bellowed, tears forming in his eyes. "I can see it now. The priest standing there like do you take this girl for your wife? And you being like, who's that?"

"Fuck all of you," Ashton gasped out through laughter again. "I'm gunna marry her one day and then shes gunna kick your asses for making fun of me."

I grinned, reaching over to poke my finger into his dimple. "Yeah? I'll kick their asses for you if you ask, darling." I agreed. "Just as soon as you get my attention and ask me. Oooh, right. You can't. Dont know my name," I beamed.

He threw back his head and chuckled. "Fuck you too, sweetheart," he remarked, leaning over to place a quick kiss to my cheek.

"Only if you scream my name out while you do," I joked.

"Fuck, but do I love a smart mouth," he agreed.

The conversation flowed easily. Two more rounds of drinks were bought over the course of a few hours, until the cafe was getting ready to close.

We all agreed to meet up next weekend, have enjoyed each others company and realizing the six of us were going to be amazing friends.

"Can we bring our girls next week?" Luke asked.

"Hell yeah " I agreed readily. "Me and Rae need all the help we can get against you four."

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