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lure-of-writing · 2 months

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Little sister; all in a days work

Note: I was thinking of making this like a little mini series, Rhysands sister doing normal sister things and how Rhysand would react. Let me know if you have any suggestions and if you like this idea

Word count: 1.9K

Warnings: None that I know of, let me know if I forgot any!

Summary:As Rhysands younger sister you had perfected the art of annoyance by the time of your fiftieth birthday. And making your brother regret all life choices was all done in a day's work.

As Rhysands younger sister you had perfected the art of annoyance by the time of your fiftieth birthday. The easiest form of annoyance came from flirting with the shadowsinger and lord of bloodshed, personally this was your favorite pastime but your brother's worst nightmare.

It was the traditional family dinner at the river house and you had stepped out of the room to grab another drink when you came back in to see there were no empty seats. It was honestly shocking how little furniture your brother owned considering he was the high lord, but ya know the wings kind of make it hard to furniture shop. Looking around the room you find the perfect place to sit. Azriels lap. With grace earned only after a lifetime of practicing you made your way over to your favorite person and said nothing as you took a seat in his comfortable lap.

“Uh no absolutely not.” Rhysand had managed to cough out after his wine went down the wrong windpipe while waving his arm in a get up motion. “Absolutely not?” Morrgian was sitting on the floor leaning up against the couch when she glanced over to where the high lord was staring before giggling into her wine. There you were perched on Azriels lap holding your own glass of wine in one hand while the other was draped over his shoulder and lightly playing with his hair. This was nothing unusual for you considering you loved how much it got to your older brother but it was the fact that Azriels hand rested on your bare thigh that was exposed due to the slit in your dress. And he had his other hand positioned on your waist, just to keep you from falling of course. That was unusual and it had Rhysand on edge.

You watched from the comfort of your seat as your brother removed Feyre from his lap and made his way over to you. From your position he towered over you forcing you to crane your neck up to look at him. “Can I help you, my dearest brother?” The fake sweetness dripping off your voice was Rhysands last straw. Without a word he reached for your arm to get you off of his Shadowsinger but the next thing he knew Azriel had blocked his hand with his wings and wrapped you up in warmth of his body and protection of his wings. “I think next time you sit like this with Feyre she should pull her away from you.” Azirel looked up at Rhysand to see his controlled face of anger and exhaustion. You really made sure to keep your brother on his toes with your antics “But I don’t think you would appreciate that.” After a long sigh and Feyres beckoning to come back to her and to leave you alone Rhysand reluctantly agreed and began to make his way back to his mate. Peaking your head out from Azriels wings you smirk at your brother's defeat. Turning your attention to the shadowsinger you thank him for playing along as he always does to which he just nods. But what the others can’t see is the comforting circles he's soothing over the skin of your legs. “Brother!” you call out just as he reaches his mate after his defeat and watched as he slowly turns around to see just your head peeking out at him from Azriels wings. The sight makes him want to puke. “If you are going to try and enforce a rule I would try not being a hypocrite while doing so.” You nod your head towards Feyre where she once again made herself comfortable in your brother's lap.

The next incident of you testing Rhysands patience was on a lovely Tuesday morning during training. Cassian had picked you to fight him in hand to hand combat. All was going well until Cassian had you pinned on the floor with a knife to your neck. The logical part of his brain told him that Cassian would never cause you any harm but the older brother with no logical thinking told him you were in trouble and to get Cassian away from you. What Rhysand failed to realize was the compromising position the two of you were in. Were laid out on the floor of the training mat with Cassian's body in between your legs and most of his body on top of yours. Cassian was going to get up as soon as he had knocked you to the ground but as soon as he went to push himself off of you he felt your mental claws poking in his brain. “My dear Cassian?” he could all but feel you in his mind “Uh Yeah?” if you weren’t determined to make your brother's stomach churn you would have laughed at how confused the general sounded. “Could you just stay here for a moment I want to see something”

Rhysand was no more than five feet away from you and ready to rip Cassian away from his little sister “I think I like seeing you like this Cassian. Should we try this position later in your room?” Feyre watched from across the roof top where she was training as her husband's face turned green and he gagged while trying to get Cassian to move. Unfortunately for him, his general found it hilarious and collapsed right on top of you. Rhysand had never wanted to bleach his ears until that very moment.

As a little sister it is your life goal to make your brother question his life choices at least once a day and if you didn’t, well then, you simply weren’t doing a good enough job. And you had yet to finish your job today. Earlier in the week your brother declared you and your family would be paying a visit to the court of nightmares and you couldn’t be more pleased. Where was a better place to stress out Rhys then in the fretful place of nightmares.

You had spent the afternoon getting ready with Feyre and Morrigan. You each took turns with doing your makeup and hair while filling each other in on life events and the gossip of the inner circle. “I forgot to ask you what you're wearing?” Feyre looked at you through the mirror as Mor perfected her makeup.

Everyone had gathered downstairs in the living room ready to go except for one person; you. And as if on cue the sound of high heels on marble floors could be heard coming down the stairs. “Oh no. Not happening in a million years.” sharply lined eyes and glittering eyelids blinked at him in question. The outfit in question was a black backless and sleeveless corset dress with slits on either side that went up to your hip bone. Unfortunately for your brother it was happening. As you finally reached the bottom stair Azriel had his hand out waiting to help you with your descent. He watched as his brother looked you up and down to take in the far too revealing outfit you had donned and you had winked back in acknowledgement of his wandering eyes. “Before you say anything I think you forget your mate has worn much, much worse.” you glazed at Rhys' partner with a shy smile “No offensense Feyre, you know I love you and you always look stunning in those outfits.” your high lady smiled back at you and giggled before smacking her husband's arm. “Let her live Rhys, she is grown after all. And if we don’t leave now we will be later than we already are.” With his wifes input on the matter you knew Rhysand wouldn’t argue with her.

The first to arrive were Cassian, Mor and Azriel. Then you made your appearance followed by the high lord and lady. As the high lord your brother was busy playing court politics and you couldn’t be bothered with the boring stuff so without a second thought you threw yourself into the pool of bodies after you had grabbed a drink. The Fun times were cut short as a random male had slid in behind you and wrapped his arm around your waist. “What is a pretty girl like you doing here all by herself? Huh?” his hot breath was on your ear and an educated guess could be made that he was either drunk or simply did not know who your brother was.

Without saying a word you removed his arm and began making your way to where you knew Azirel would be leaning up against a pillar constantly looking for a threat. By the time you had made it to the edge of the crowd you had figured you lost the random man but the brute apparently made it his life mission to follow you to the end of the earth. Moreso his life as he reached for your arm and pulled you back into his chest. “Where do you think you’re going?” The truth-teller was pressed in the man's throat the moment he had pinned you to his chest. All you could see was Azriels chest until you looked up and saw pure death in his eyes. It was a look you knew all too well. This man had signed his death certificate. “Get your hands off of the high lord's sister before I break them off one by one.”

The murmur that spread across the group of people was enough to catch the high lord's attention where he spotted you in between Azriel as he held the truth-teller to a random man's neck and the random man holding you to his body. Suddenly you were thrust into the arms of his brother as the man made a break for the exit. Rhys made sure he wouldn’t be able to get away. Gently Azriel guided you to where he had been standing before you had been grabbed. “Are you ok? He didn’t hurt you or anything right?” the watchful eyes of the shadowsinger observed you for any signs of harm and when he was content with his evaluation he finally looked back at you. “He couldn’t have hurt me even if he wanted to. You would have killed him if he tried.” Rhysand watched from afar as Azriel made sure you were ok and it calmed him down to know he had some who he could trust besides himself to protect his little sister and that brought joy and appreciation for the man he calls a brother. What didn’t bring him a sense of appreciation to the high lord was watching you stand on your tippy toes clad in heels and place your hand on Azrael's cheek while the other hand went to his hair as you full force kissed him. Rhysand had never been more ready to kick Azriels ass as he watched him return the kiss. After what felt like forever you finally separated from the shadowsinger once you felt eyes on you. Glancing around the room until you found the prying eyes and judgment laced with anger that was hitting you like a wave you find your brother's harsh stare and twitching eye that matched his jaw. Shrugging you sent your brother a wink before grabbing your savior's hand and leading him to an exit while giggling. Making your brother regret all life choices was all done in a day's work.

#acotar imagine #acotar x reader #acotar x you #azriel acotar #azriel x reader #azriel fanfic #azriel imagine #azriel one shot #Rhysand x sister!reader

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mass-effect-galaxy · 6 months

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The idea of having Morrigan in Bladur's Gate didn't leave me alone, so I thought of giving it a try.

This would be a Morrgian of an alternative ending of Dragon Age Origins: the Warden denied her the ritual and died killing the Archdemon. So, there would be no god-child growing inside Morrigan, and no need for her to vanish through an Eluvian. That way, she most likely wouldn't end up at the Orleasian court either.

This Morrigan would have returned to the hut in the Wilds. Flemeth is gone and won't return. She met her fate at the hands of Solas seven years later without ever seeing her daughter again. Morrigan would be living as an alchemist, making potions and ointments from the more exotic plants growing in the Wilds.

She would be selling these to the druids and villagers around but would also make a trip to the city at least twice a year to get better prices for the more elaborate brews. On that occasion, she was snatched off by the Mindflayers.

While Morrigan still prefers the company of animals to that of people, her travels with the Warden have made her feel lonely in the Wilds every now and then. She is still a rather asocial person and somewhat awkward in dialogues, in particular, poor in expressing her feelings, but at least she no longer hates (fears) other people out of principles (otherwise I couldn't recruit any companions or do any side-quests).

However, Morrigan is still Morrigan: totally selfish, rude, and likes to make fun of others. She is a druid for technical reasons (shapeshifting). While completely lacking the "peace and harmony"-attitude of the true druids, she does indeed care for nature in general and animals in particular. Not surprisingly, her rough behavior has earned her the respect of Lae'Zel while Shadowheart is totally in love with Morrigan. Gale and Wyll hate her.

Other than that, Morrigan is very interested in forgotten lore, ancient gods, forbidden knowledge, obscure rituals, and stuff like that. Her intelligence and wisdom are very high, while her charisma is somewhere rock-bottom.

#baldur’s gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #morrigan #dragon age #da morrigan

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rora-dolphinheart · 2 years

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Aight, so I’m finally getting ready to write that Gunnar Thrymson fic that’s been bouncing around in my head. I’m planning on doing it in third person covering his life in more detail, and then possibly putting together a full journal for him based off events in the story (because I can’t write journals without backstory to save my life). We’ll see how long it takes as college is starting again this week, but I have some questions for SSOblr.

What are some of your headcanons? How do you think he’d think or feel to certain events? I’ve put together the beginning of an “outline” below if you wanna look through it.

>Pre-expedition to jorvik. What was Gunnar’s life like as a kid? How did he get involved in Jon Jarl’s expedition? He had to have some fighting background, from where?

>Being attacked by pirates on the way to Jorvik

>“Jon Jarl gave Thrymson freedom and promised him riches” Became Jon Jarl’s huskarl (nonindentured servant/bodyguard) So it sounds like Gunnar was kinda of forced to come along on the journey? Maybe his family was in debt and to pay it off they sent Gunnar?

>Tiring labor of the early building, comments about all the wild horses. Desire to serve well, finally being seen as worth something. “The Jarl brought Thrymson everywhere as bodyguard and advisor” (also note the wild horses and mules were being tamed. At this point they would have been fine with Gunnar)

>Being sent to tear down the runestones, how that suddenly snapped his perspective about magic and who actually owns the island “Thrymson was nervous about defiling them lest he offend some foreign gods”

>“A tragic accident” was it a hit from Gunnar that killed the man? It was obviously influenced by Vala, but this could be the start of rumors. Gunnar’s shock and fear turning to bitterness as demonstrated in the journal. Taking it out on the runestone. Gunnar viewed the men running as desertion. So his bitterness is towards the men, not Jarl.

>Jarl making good with the druids. How did this come about? Gunnar was brought around as an advisor, he would have insights and thoughts on why Jarl would make “peace” with the Druids for political advantages. He fully believes Jon Jarl isn’t completely sold with the Druids, however Gunnar is also being pushed away.

>DECADES PASSED as Jorvik stables was being built. Jon Jarl favored BY THE KEEPERS not necessarily Aideen.

>Unable to bond with a horse. Dig deeper into how not having a horse separated him from everyone else. How he had to pull ten times his weight (literally) because no horse came near him. Nightmares? Seeing Garnok in his nightmares like on the haunted trail ride? Waking up in a panic with a need to protect the Jarl? The day a druid said he “had a make that made him unclean in aideen’s light” (meanwhile Ydris mentions he’s never seen Aideen’s gift so powerful as between Gunnar and Morrigan)

>Meeting Morrgian was probably because he was “running” for a place to be alone. What was the feeling of Aideen’s gift finally being formed like after being on the cold shoulder of everyone? To have someone else who felt like they understood him? “A wild animal came from the herds beyond the Mountains of Jor to the east” Morrigan definitely had some Jorvik Wild in her. Which would explain the fire horse look when she dies (does she die? Or get transformed like Gunnar?) What herd was she descended from? Probably Warriors. Matches Gunnar being a warrior. He would feel that and recognize it like a mirror

#i’ll credit anyone who interacts with this and adds ideas or makes me think about things in a new perspective #and i’ll tag you when i post the fic #sso #ssoblr #gunnar thrymson #galloper thompson

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