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"The kingdom come, the rise, the fall The setting sun above it all I just wanna be somebody to you"

Heather’s Top 50 Songs of 2023

thumbs — sabrina carpenter // dragostea din tei — feuerschwanz // edge of midnight — miley cyrus & stevie nicks // warrior of the mind — jorge rivera-herrans // happier than ever — kelly clarkson // flowers — miley cyrus // see you again — miley cyrus // six — six cast // fairytale — joel sunny // middle of the night — elley duhe // our light — lyn // it's terror time again — sesamoid // eat your young — hozier // step into darkness — dubkiller // got you — ga eun // just a man — jorge rivera-herrans // labour — paris paloma // the tornado — owl city // green green grass — george ezra // suzume — radwimps // can't take my eyes off you — boys town gang // survive — jorge rivera-herrans // mermaids— florence & the machine // unknown/Nth — hozier // we didn't start the fire — fall out boy // hold me like a grudge — fall out boy // where is the justice — death note musical // 30/90 — andrew garfield // everyday — buddy holly // i'm just ken — ryan gosling // what was i made for? — billie eilish // speechless — naomi scott // son of nyx — hozier // damage gets done — hozier & brandi carlile // paradise valley — honey and the sting // stand by me — florence & the machine // my prayer — the platters // baby don't hurt me — david guetta // quietly yours — birdy // someone to you — banners // one more time — blink 182 // adelaide — ramblewood // i'm just your problem — lur // you're gonna be okay — ashh blackwood // mr lonely — angel olsen // now and then — the beatles // vois sur ton chemin — bennett // history is now — natalie holt // purpose is glorious — natalie holt // the power — borislav slavov

short version | long version | spotify wrapped

short version is the link to what you see here, my helpfully abridged version. long version will lead you to the 141 song, 8 hour and 17 minute supercut playlist which i’ve been slowly cultivating since early january. spotify wrapped will lead you to a mixture of the long and the short version, which is honestly pretty accurate but does not helpfully represent my ear worms of the week. i also skewed my data for it by listening to the spiritfarer and hollow knight soundtracks on repeat to ease the wedding anxieties.

also fun fact, the cover for this year's mix is actually a picture of the tree outside our room during our wedding day.

under the cut are the lyrics that really resonated with me and only a little personal tidbits from this year, because let's be real, nobody cares.

i. thumbs || sabrina carpenter 'cause that's just the way of the world it never ends 'til the end and then you start again

This one was playing as we left the florence concert late last year and dogged me all through january and february last winter. ii. dragostea din tei || feuerschwanz Alo, salut, sunt eu un haiduc Si te rog iubirea mea primeste fericirea

Yes, it's a metal cover. Yes, I found it on tiktok. Yes, I love it unconditionally.

iii. edge of midnight || miley cyrus & stevie nicks The midnight sky is the road I'm takin' Head high up in the clouds (oh, oh)

There's THREE Miley Cyrus songs on here this year. Nuts. I really loved cranking this while driving home from Newark back when I was still hybrid. Much serotonin in those gray winter months. iv. warrior of the mind || jorge rivera-herrans & teagan earley Maybe one day they'll follow me and we'll Make a greater tomorrow, then they'll see Is it REALLY a surprise that Epic grabbed me by the throat this year?

v. happier than ever || kelly clarkson You ruined everything good Always said you were misunderstood Made all my moments your own Just fucking leave me alone I actually ended up hearing the Billie Eilish version of this first, but I ended up reading a post about how Billie's version was for the shitty boyfriend's of the world but Kelly's was to her mom and just. That resonated SO so much that it's stuck with me ever since. I have a complicated relationship with mine. She didn't come to my wedding this year. Anyway, definitely screamed this in my car on long drives. vi. flowers || miley cyrus i can buy myself flowers write my name in the sand

I need to preface this with the fact that my partner and I have a wonderful relationship that I wouldn't trade for the world. This song is still a fucking banger. vii. see you again || miley cyrus I got my sights set on you and I'm ready to aim I have a heart that will never be tamed

Third Miley song of the year, I believe all ear worms before March. I ended up getting in a Tiktok loop of body transformations set to this song while I was really getting into working with weights. It was great inspiration that I DEARLY needed that early into things. The song is also incredibly catchy. viii. six || six cast we're one of a kind, no category too many years lost in his story I honestly feel like we saw this musical last year but this song in particular dogged me into this one. ix. fairytale || joel sunny *instrumental*

Found this instrumental version of a much beloved song due to a random discover weekly and loved it so much that I seriously considered using it in my wedding. x. middle of the night || elley duhe Come, lay me down 'Cause you know this 'Cause you know this sound

Shh, it's the horny booktok song. I won't be shamed. xi. our light || lyn 夢を夢と気づいた夜君を見つめ瞼を閉じる温もりも重ねた手も声も目覚めれば微睡みへと消えて

I have been trying to finish persona 5 royal since 2020. this year, i finally beat it. xii. it's terror time again || sesamoid Oh, you just might die of fright, It's a terrifying time.

Yes, it's a Scooby Doo remix. yes, I love it. xiii. eat your young || hozier I'm starving, darling Let me put my lips to something Let me wrap my teeth around the world The horniest Hozier song since Take Me to Church in my humble opinion. I adored it immediately. xiv. step into darkness || dubkiller Blood on your hands, maybe you're dreaming? Do you believe, nightmares you're seeing?

Tiktok? xv. got you || ga eun Will you promise you’ll rescue me Take me from eternal loneliness

This was the theme song (I think?) to a Korean drama we were obsessed with for a little bit and I don't think we ever finished? Song is interesting though and sticks with you. xvi. just a man || jorge rivera-herrans When does a ripple become a tidal wave? When does the reason become the blame? When does a man become a monster? More Epic, because I am a mythology loving twelve year old at heart. The many, MANY tiktoks to this particular song did not help.

xvii. labour || paris paloma The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing?

It's catchy. I had more typed out but tumblr fucking ate it, so fuck it.

xviii. the tornado || owl city A little rain never hurt no one, so I kept pressin' on And I tried to tell myself it's always darkest before the dawn

Another song I played very loudly while driving home.

xix. green green grass || george ezra Green, green grass, blue, blue sky You better throw a party on the day that I die

Dancy song!

xx. suzume || radwimps ル・ル・ルルルルル・ルルル・ルルルルルルル・ル・ルルルルル・ルルル・ルルルルルル We saw this in theaters! I really loved it! xxi. can't take my eyes off you || boys town gang You're just too good to be true Can't take my eyes off of you The Tiktok dances got me. More serotonin when I really needed it. xxii. survive || jorge rivera-herrans Six hundred lives I'll take Six hundred lives I'll break And when I kill you, then my deed is over

More Epic! xxiii. mermaids || florence & the machine You only get one night upon the shore So dance like you've never danced before

I love Florence. That is all. xxiv. unknown / nth || hozier You know the distance never made a difference to me I swam a lake of fire, I'd have walked across the floor of any sea

Hozier was honestly the artist that kept me the most company this year if I'm not counting Spiritfarer or Hollow Knight. xxv. we didn't start the fire || fall out boy Mars rover, Avatar, self-driving electric cars SSRI's, Prince and The Queen die World trade, second plane, what else do I have to say?

I know it won't happen, but I hope every generation does a remake/remix of this song. Also, I saw Billy Joel himself in concert this year! xxvi. hold me like a grudge || fall out boy Hold me, hold me like a grudge The world is always spinning, and I can't keep up, whoa Honestly, I was a fan. xxvii. where is the justice || death note cast isn't everybody sick to death of all this stuff can't we all stand up and say enough?

This song gets stuck in my head like no one's business. xxviii. 30/90 || tick tick boom cast making choices, wicked witches poppy fields, or men behind the curtain tiger lilies, ruby slippers clock is ticking, that's for certain I still think that if Stranger Things did a musical episode Steve Harrington would have Andrew Garfield from Tick Tick Boom energy. xxix. everyday || buddy holly Every day seems a little longer Every way, love's a little stronger

Good Omens 2 dropped! I loved it! I also didn't love it! But mostly I was just happy. xxx. i'm just ken || ryan gosling I wanna know what's like to love, to be the real thing Is it a crime? Am I not hot when I'm in my feelings? And is my moment finally here, or am I dreaming?

I went to see this movie by myself because I was sick of waiting for someone to go with me and honestly had a great time. It was silly and fun and I loved the fact that so many dudes got so incredibly butt-hurt about it. xxxi. what was i made for || billie eilish 'Cause I, I I don't know how to feel But I wanna try

God, this song. It made me cry at the end of Barbie and I've been getting up in my feelings about it ever since. xxxii. speechless — naomi scott I will take these broken wings And watch me burn across the sky Apparently this is from the Aladdin live action? I haven't seen it so I can't confirm, but I DID hear this song this summer and fall in love with it. xxxiii. son of nyx || hozier *instrumental* This one might be my favorite? xxxiv. damage gets done || hozier And, darling, I haven't felt it since then I don't know how the feeling ended But I know being reckless and young Is not how the damage gets done

Another Hozier!!!!!! xxxv. paradise valley || honey and the sting Take what you want from me I bring it willingly

I may have done these next three out of order, but hey! I got married this year! As some of you may know, paradise valley has been the song that I have been obsessed with since I first heard it on Wolf 359 back in 2018/2019. I couldn't figure out a way to make it work in a traditional sense for the wedding, so I ended up using it as a private last dance. As the clock was hitting ten o'clock we had our dj gently shoo the stragglers out the door and just crooned this to each other in the dark. It was probably my favorite part of the entire night. xxxvi. stand by me || florence & the machine So darlin', darlin', stand by me Oh, stand by me

This was our first dance. As it should be. We timed our few spins around the 'darlins' and it honestly went great. 10 out of 10, would dance again. xxxvii. my prayer || the platters My prayer is to linger with you At the end of the day I did a sneaky thing. It was Nick's grandparents 65th wedding anniversary a few days before our wedding, so I quietly found out "their song" and had our DJ play it as the first official couples/slow dance of the night after wishing them a happy anniversary. They cried. I cried. The photographer cried. It was great. xxxviii. baby don't hurt me || david guetta What is love? Baby, don't hurt me

Yeah, it's just a catchy cover. xxxix. quietly yours || birdy I've always been yours Only yours This was from the Persuasion soundtrack and god, it's just so achingly haunting. xl. someone to you || banners I don't wanna die or fade away I just wanna be someone Well, doesn't everyone?

Look. I just wanna be someone. xli. one more time — blink 182 Do I have to die to hear you miss me? Do I have to die to hear you say goodbye? I don't wanna act like there's tomorrow I don't wanna wait to do this one more time One more time. I got tickets to their concert next year. We'll see if they cancel this one. xlii. adelaide || ramblewood Wish you could lay those shadows down And find your way back home

I think this is a local artist? I fell in love with the song though. xliii. i'm just your problem || lur Sorry I don't treat you like a goddess Is that what you want me to do?

Watched Fionna and Cake in like a day and a half and fell all the way back in love with Bonnie and Marceline. xliv. you're gonna be okay || ashh blackwood puff out your chest, take a deep breath you're gonna be okay

This showed up on an anxiety mix and now I literally sing it to myself if I'm having a fast day. It is VERY short, but impactful. xlv. mr lonely || angel olsen Now, I am a soldier A lonely soldier Away from home Through no wish of my own My Yuletide fic that has not yet been revealed was about [REDACTED]. I listened to this and a handful of other sad, lonely songs while writing it. xlvi. now and then || the beatles Oh, now and then I want you to be there for me This song has DEVASTATED me since it came out. I will not be the same again. xlvii. vois sur ton chemin || bennett Vois sur ton chemin Gamins oubliés, égarés

Another tiktok ear worm. I'm not much for techno, but I love this one. xlviii. history is now || natalie holt *instrumental*

Loki fucked me all the way up, guys. I know everyone is crying about it, and I'm crying too! It's beautiful and tragic and one of the most fantastic endings for a character arc that I have EVER seen out of Marvel. I HOPE they leave it alone. I hope they leave it as is so we get to keep the beautiful ending and they don't fuck it up. xlix. purpose is glorious || natalie holt *instrumental*

Again, fucked me ALL the way up. I wept. And watched it three times in a row. These two songs will be on my writing playlist for the rest of time. l. the power || borislav slavov I found you too soon Shining star of mine, hold tight Don't fight the power

I have not officially finished Baldur's Gate. However, every iteration of this song is haunting me.

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Paloma Elsesser

Model Paloma Elsesser joins Precious Lee and Jill Kortleve on the cover of the April issue of British Vogue, under the tagline the "new supers". The trio are a powerful force within the industry, who all share a vision for purposeful fashion and imagery and ask for a more thoughtful and inclusive approach. Paloma is one of the most influential models on the circuit, and was named Model of the Year by Models.com in 2020. In the April issue, she describes confronting an industry that is largely white and thin-centric, and getting to a place where she feels supported "alongside my sisters and the game".

The Brilliant Women Who Brought London Fashion Week To Life

The mood was high on female empowerment at London Fashion Week, as designers cast women of all ages, ethnicities and sizes to model their condensed collections, born during the reflective period instigated by the global pandemic.

Devyn Garcia

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Devyn Garcia is very much of and defining the moment, inspired by and moving into the space opened up by models and fellow i-D cover stars like Precious Lee and Paloma Elsesser.

They’re a generation of models broadening what we see in fashion, and Devyn has found herself emerging into the spotlight, effortlessly encapsulating the new mood of freedom in fashion.

Paloma: I wonder also whether the fact that you’re dealing with social media as you start out, has that affected you at all? How do you see yourself? How do you see your body? Your identity?

Devyn: I personally don’t like social media. I find myself comparing myself to other girls - whether it’s the work we’re doing or how we look. We all have our days where we feel super confident. In general, I love the way I look, I love this little mark on my body. And then some days I want to crawl into a hole and just lay there. So I do still find myself comparing myself to other girls where it’s like, oh, why isn’t my stomach as flat as hers? There’s another side of it too - that a picture never captures how you look in real life at all; whether it’s a picture from a professional photographer, or just something taken on an iPhone. Sometimes you look smaller. Sometimes you look bigger. You don’t look like that.

Zoe Elyse

Signed with Wilhelmina Models, Zoe Elyse's career as a petite model has garnered her a following of over 75k followers on Instagram. Known for her quirky style and edgy personality, Zoe interlaces her work with her personal life in an act of transparency.

The petite model explained in an interview with Dazey Lady that becoming a model at her height was a difficult road to head down. "It doesn't happen overnight and the let downs I've experienced only push me forward and help me grow." Zoe's passion for the industry and support from her family kept her eyes on the prize.

Now, Zoe posed for a Teen Vogue campaign and has modelled for Refinery29 to Dolls Kill. She continues to push onwards and truly believes modelling should be based on skill, not body requirements.

"Have fun and don't take yourself too seriously."

Crystal Renn

Having overcome her eating disorder, Renn is now on a mission to foster self-esteem in young women of all sizes.

A lot of people know about your before and after modelling careers, what do you like about modelling at your current size?

“I don’t have to worry about my weight. I’m not someone who says everyone should be plus or everyone should be thin. I fluctuate. I am what I am. And I don’t think I should gain weight for people. I would never take back my experiences because I learned that at a very young age and that’s helped me in all areas of my life. I think this job has the potential to change young girls and to make them into well-rounded human beings if it’s done right.”

What do you see for yourself in the next 10 years?

“Many, many things! I’d really like to design a line for fuller figured women. I think it would be extremely positive for them because I probably have a different taste in clothes than most of the plus-sized clothes that have been put out there and I’d like to offer that to them in some way.

Harvard Referencing:

Fig 1. MONDADORI PORTFOLIO/GETTY IMAGES. (2022) Paloma Elsesser walking in the Andreadamo spring/summer 2023 show. [Photograph] Available from: https://www.vogue.co.uk/news/article/paloma-elsesser-facts [Accessed: 6th September 2023]

Fig 2. ELIZA SYS. (N/A) "It's The Perfect White Tee" [Online] Available from: https://issuemagazine.com/zoe-elyse/#/ [Accessed: 25th September 2023]

Fig 3. LE SEGRETAIN/GETTY IMAGES. (2010) SAINT TROPEZ, FRANCE - MAY 11: A model walks the runway during the Chanel Cruise Collection Presentation on May 11, 2010 in Saint-Tropez, France. [Photograph] Available from: https://www.glamour.com/story/crystal-renn-hits-the-runway-f [Accessed: 26th September 2023]

SPEDDING, E. (2023) 5 Things You Didn't Know About Paloma Elsesser. [Online] Available from: https://www.vogue.co.uk/news/article/paloma-elsesser-facts [Accessed: 6th September 2023].

NEWBOLD, A. (2020) Meet The Brilliant Women Who Brought London Fashion Week To Life. [Online] Available from: https://www.vogue.co.uk/fashion/article/real-women-london-fashion-week-casting [Accessed: 6th September 2023].

www.youtube.com. (n.d.). Fashion Model Devyn Garcia Discusses Body Inclusivity And Beauty Standards. [online] Available at: https://youtu.be/crFrs297Piw?si=BysJHh12dILOGsEq [Accessed 22 Sep. 2023].

ELSESSER, P. (2021) Devyn Garcia: “I didn’t want to be a typical curvy girl selling a T-shirt.” [Online] Available from: https://i-d.vice.com/en/article/qjbbww/devyn-garcia-interview [Accessed: 22nd September 2023]

DAWSON, N. (N/A) Top 10 Petite Models Changing The Game. [Online] Available from: https://thephotostudio.com.au/all/inspiration/10-petite-models-changing-the-game/ [Accessed: 25th September 2023]

HUFFPOST. (2010) Crystal Renn is Big on Beauty and Brains: Why This Positive Plus-Size Model is Poised to Change Fashion. [Online] Available from: https://www.huffpost.com/entry/crystal-renn-is-big-on-be_b_527831/amp [Accessed: 26th September 2023]

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Fic: Midnight in the Desert 1/1

Title: Midnight in the Desert

Summary: Coffee + tiny bladder + long motorcycle ride = the best sex of your life

Rating: Smut, fluff, fun sexy times. My usual fare, you know what’s up.

Pairing: Captain ‘Sy’ Syverson x YOU (AU)

Companion piece to The Road to Paloma

‘I have to pee!’

You leaned against Syverson’s broad back and shouted at him above the roar of the bike’s engine.

He turned his cheek against the wind.

‘What?!’ he shouted back. ‘Again?? We just stopped an hour ago.’

‘I got a tiny bladder!’ you laughed as he decreased the bike speed.

It was easier to talk now that the warm night air had stopped whipping away your words. You nuzzled fondly against his shoulder and eased your hands down over his belt buckle.

‘There ain’t a place for miles,’ he said and lay his hand over your hands. ‘Can you hold it?’

You thought a moment and although that second cup of truckstop hazelnut coffee was a surprising delight to the senses, it was a mistake currently wreaking havoc on your bladder.

‘I cannot. Nope, not in the least,’ you replied and left it up to your problem solving husband to figure it out.

Up ahead on that long black stretch of barren backcountry Arizona road stood a high-mast sodium light which cast a broad oval of yellowy illumination across the road. Syverson slowed the bike even more and drew close to the tall wood pole. You peered up at the ring of industrial bulbs and then down at the shadowy dirt area just at the rim of bright light.

When he shut off the engine the world plunged into a kind of silence that only an evening on an empty road in the middle of a desert could create. Nothing but crickets, and the occasional nocturnal animal cry. You liked it.

Syverson kicked the bike onto the stand and let the machine ease to one side. He got off it and turned to face you as he thumbed through his mobile.

‘No signal,’ he grumped and then pointed to the saddle bag near your thigh. ‘Get out the map. Let’s take a look.’

You did as you were told. He always kept a big book of state maps in the bag for when the online maps failed. You paged through it, landed on the appropriate state and after a quick skimming search, you put a finger on a thin jagged red line.

‘Highway 373,’ he said, looking down the length of your finger and rubbing his hand over his beard. ‘Yeah, see? Town’s at least another 60 miles.’

With your finger still on the map, you looked up at him and pouted. Syverson smiled fondly and used the tip of his index finger to push up your helmet visor so that he could see your eyes. He stroked the edge of his thumb back and forth against your cheek.

‘Sure you can’t hold it?’ he asked in a tone that said come on baby you can do it.

But you shook your head and unstrapped your helmet. He removed his own in response. Might as well get comfortable.

Handing yours to him, you rummaged about in your rucksack and made a noise of triumph when your fingers closed about a small plastic baggie. You pulled it out and held it up.

One of the most valuable tips that you learned from women who were constantly on the road was that a ‘fuddy’ or a female urination device was a godsend and a life saver.

Yours was pink.

‘Looks like your girl is gonna have to make do,’ you said and groaned as your bladder protested the exertion when he helped you climb off of the bike.

‘Awright,’ he said. ‘Don’t accidentally piss on anything that I’m gonna have to fight, okay?’

‘Always my knight in shining armour, Sy,’ you called over your shoulder walking to the edge where the darkness met the light.

He laughed and sat with his rear against the seat, stretching his long legs out in front of him.

‘Just do it where I can see you,’ he said.

You stepped across that hard bright line and into the pale darkness.

It seemed cooler there for some reason and you strained to look into the distance. The moon had gone in behind grey streaky clouds and backlit the jagged mountain range in the distance. You glanced back at the man leaning against the bike. He was still aware and watching and that comforted you.

Always your protector.

Unzipping your loose heavy canvas trousers, you pressed the rubbery funnel into place and relieved yourself into the dirt.

As the pressure subsided, your mood lifted and the thought of maybe another coffee didn’t sound so bad. Drying yourself and the funnel with a little bogroll, you tucked everything back into the baggie, righted your clothes and returned to the bike.

Syverson’s keen gaze skimmed over you.

‘Better?’ he teased.

You stored your bag into the rucksack and stood back to look fully at him.

‘You’re turning into a grizzly, you know that?’ you asked fondly, reaching up to run your fingers over his beard and then up over his jaw and to the back of his neck.

‘I thought you liked me like this,’ he replied in his easy joking manner.

He caught his thick facial hair between his thumb and forefinger and gave himself a thoughtful stroke. You smiled and reached up to gently caress the back of his well shaped head with both hands. His eyes softened immediately and a knowing look crept into his warm gaze.

‘What are you tryin’ to do?’ he asked.

There was that soft, gentle laughter in his voice that you loved so much. It was the sound that had come to mean that he was settling in to play your game.

You caught the corner of your lower lip between your teeth and looking away you lifted one shoulder in a shrug.

‘What?’ you asked innocently, ‘I’m not doing anything.’

Syverson hooked his thumbs into the side belt loops of your trousers. He drew you closer but when you resisted he shot you a quizzical expression.

No play? asked that expression.

He looked nearly betrayed that you would deny him access to the trouble he so dearly wanted to get into. He wanted to get into you.

You moved a few steps away and when you held his full and undivided attention, you unzipped your trousers. With an insolent pause to gauge his reaction, which was immediate and intense, you shimmied, let them drop and then stepped out of them. You wore his long tee shirt, and when the trousers dropped, the hem of it fell against your bare upper thighs, covering you.

Syverson made a low, greedy noise in his throat. He grabbed you by the waist and in a smooth motion, he straddled the bike’s seat, and swung you effortlessly into the air before planting you firmly astride his lap with a solid thump.

You felt him move against you as he shifted in the seat and the tough material stretched taut across his muscular thighs scraped along the tender flesh of your inner thighs. A pleasurable shiver rushed through you and you put your hands flat on his heaving chest. Sy wet his lips and looked up at you. There was want and heat and desire in his blue eyes and your lips curved into a delighted smirk.

This man, this beast of a man was yours and yours alone to do with whatever you pleased.

‘I’ve never met a woman who was so exciting,’ he groaned, voice quiet, as if he didn’t want to break the spell you’d woven over him.

You took the compliment in stride. Leaning in, you opened his mouth with your tongue and slid your hand down to his belt buckle. When you drew back, he looked down the length of torso and watched in breathless panting silence as you unbuckled his trousers and eased out his stiffening cock. You glanced at him, noting the colour rising high in his cheeks as he shuddered, put his head back and moaned.

He slid up the lower edge of your tee shirt and massaged your bottom rhythmically, eagerly as you stroked him once, then again, curving your fingers around his thick girth and teasing his glistening head with your thumb.

‘Yeah, baby. Good girl. Just like that,’ he groaned. ‘Oh, yeah, you know what I like.’

You warmed with the pleasure at being praised by him.

And gleefully, you twisted your slick fist and he arched, and tightened his grip on your hips.

‘C’mon baby, c’mon… you’re teasing me.’

I love to tease you baby, I love how you respond to me.

With his big hands supporting you, you rose to your knees opening yourself to him and you whispered his name when he undulated and pushed up into your sweet quivering heat.

As usual, you were unprepared for him, unprepared for the size of him. But you relaxed, closed your eyes, and clenched when his cock slowly stretched you to fit him.

Between his competent, loving hands, Syverson held you still and lifted his face so that you could kiss him, softly, gently, as if the two of you were hidden away in your bedroom, and not fucking like unrestrained lusty beasts by the side of a silent desert highway.

Sy thrust up hard into you, laying claim to you from the inside and an unnamed feral fire seared through you. You arched, sucked in a breath and your intentions of keeping quiet were obliterated. The throaty cry that erupted from you started but did not shame you.

A roll of your hips elicited the same response from him and you hissed with pain when he dug his fingers into your vulnerable flesh. But he soothed you with warm honeyed kisses and the promise of ever increasing delights. You clenched your thighs about him and Sy encouraged you to ride him harder and faster until you couldn’t withstand the plunging shudder that rocked you. Safe in the strength of his embrace, you surrendered to him, clutched at him and shuddered through the white-hot scalding gush of lust and molten fire through your veins.

Syverson held you against him until you finally stilled and draped yourself over him to cover his face with kisses.

After cleaning up and dressing, you settled yourself behind him again, wrapped your arms about his waist and rested your cheek against his shoulder. You gasped when the engine roared to life as the sudden vibrations shook you intimately and the sensations made you smile.

‘You ready?’ he asked, breaking you out of your muse.

You squeezed him.

‘Ready.’

A hotel room, a hot shower and another round were in order along with some downtime to rest. There was a secondary reason why you had to pee so much. Your husband was going to be a father.

-the end, you naughty little things. I love you ;D

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pinkbubbles-and-bigtroubles · 4 years

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Wicked Game

Another round of the 5sos fic writing collab brought to you by @maluminspace and @h0tsos. There are so many amazing writers involved and I highly recommend checking out the event master list linked below. Thank you to the Sagittarius sorceress @sexgodashton for being very caring, patient, and kind while helping me tame this monster. Massive shout out to @ghostofmashton for the photo edits, especially Ashton’s eye. that’s my favorite. You’re a rock star. Texas girls forever, love you to bits!

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Prompt: Chef AU with Cashton

Dialogue Prompt: “Kissing you is all I’ve thought about since the moment we met” First person to spot it in the fic and send me a screenshot gets a personalized blurb request.

Word Count: 20K+ Team Long Winded Bitch strikes again, this will be posted in multiple parts over the next couple of days. This first part is about 5K

Rating: 18+ Slash fic Strong language, alcohol and drug use, and a misogynistic and racist comment. Sexual scenes including masturbation, toys, voyeurism, oral, and anal sex.

Summary: Ashton is ready to move on with his life after his painful divorce from Luke and the demise of the restaurant they’d built together. With the help of his protegee and sous chef Hima Singh, Ashton is ready to take on opening weekend of his new restaurant Anne-Marie’s. Calum is a reporter filling in on an assignment and is surprised when his past comes back to haunt him. Hima arranges an interview that takes an unexpected turn between the two men.

Part 1

"Great job, guys, we couldn't have had a better opening weekend. Thank you so much for making it happen," Ashton told the two staff members in the kitchen who'd closed as he unlocked the back door.

"No problem boss, glad to be here. We made money this weekend. See ya tomorrow," DeSean told him as he left.

Ashton locked the door behind them and walked out into the empty dining room, his steel-toed boots echoing heavily on the distressed blonde faux hardwood floors. He stopped to adjust a few tables, double-checking sightlines and looking over the layout of the tables. The upside-down chair legs cast long shadows in the soft pink neon glow.

He looked up at the sign above the bar that read "Anne-Marie's." He smiled, not caring if anyone thought it was cheesy to name his restaurant after his mother. His mom had always been his lucky star, and he couldn't have gotten through the last couple of years without her.

"You look so serious,' a voice behind him startled him out of his thoughts.

"What the fuck Hima," Ashton yelped, clutching his chest dramatically. "I thought you were still in the kitchen."

"The guys didn't leave me anything to do so I decided to change and have a drink with you before my brother gets here," she tossed her bag and chef's coat onto a stool grinning at Ashton. She hopped up to sit on the bar before swinging her legs around as she pushed off. Landing without a wobble she reached under the bar and grabbed a bottle of black label Bushmill's Irish Whiskey and two short glasses.

"Straight for the good stuff, I like the way you think," Ashton smirked, taking a seat at the bar.

"To simply mark the occasion, of course" she poured them each a shot before adding a splash of water. She raised her glass, "Cheers to you, Boss, and to Anne-Marie's."

They clinked glasses. "Couldn't have done it without you," he replied before taking a sip.

"Awwwwww thanks Ashtton, " she grinned at him. "Damn that's good, the whiskey makes me forgive the Irish for how dreadful Guinness is. Did you see Kevin Mackie snuck in last night? I expect a write up in the Metro on Tuesday and I know you saw Patricia Bennett," she rolled her eyes at the name.

"She makes herself hard to miss," he snorted. "I missed Mackie though. Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because we were busy and I didn't have time for you to get all giggly and nervous. He got the crab puffs and the Mac and Brie and inhaled them. You were right about the nutmeg; I thought he was going to lick the plate." She opened two bottles of beer before hopping back over the bar and taking a seat next to Ashton.

"How did this weekend compare to the opening of ‘Lune Rouge’? Was it as good as the first time?" Hima finished her whiskey before shaking a pack of Camel Crush cigarettes out of her bag.

"If you get ashes on the bar Paloma will flip her shit," Ashton warned.

"I'm not afraid of her," Hima snipped, but she made sure to be careful. No sense in antagonizing their temperamental main bartender.

"This opening was definitely smoother than the first one. We didn't know what the hell we were doing. The first night we ran out of duck fat and gorgonzola before the dinner rush was over. My sous chef's sister had to run to Whole Foods for emergency supplies. We got lucky the press ignored us for a couple weeks until we got a little buzz going. This time I knew what to expect but there was also more pressure," he paused, taking a pull on the bottle of beer. "This time I expected to succeed right out of the gate."

"You succeeded there," Hima stubbed her cigarette out in her empty glass. "I really need to quit."

"You could get a puff bar and start vaping," he teased.

"I'm not a fucking junior varsity cheerleader. I can take my cancer like a big girl." She checked her phone. "Ugh it's almost nine, and it's gonna take me at least thirty minutes to get home. You're closing tomorrow with me right?"

"Yeah, I'll be in around 11 all this week. Rafi is handling brunch with Gloria but I want to be here," Ashton double-checked his phone. "Tuesday I have that interview with Men's Life and they just emailed me."

Hima saw his nose scrunch up as he read. "What's wrong?"

"I thought they were sending Taj, but instead of rescheduling the interview, they're sending Calum Hood," Ashton sneered.

"Chill dude, it's not that bad," Hima was confused by the venom in his voice. "Yeah he's a bit of a goof, but he's hot and not a pretentious dickhead. They could've sent Felipe."

"True, true," he grumbled as he saw a black Honda pull up outside. "Kabir is here."

"Shit, ok see you tomorrow, Boss," she grabbed her stuff, gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, and ran out the door, locking it behind her.

Ashton walked through once again. He made sure the lights were off in the employee lounge. Since many of his staff members used public transport or worked two jobs, Rafi had convinced Ashton to provide his staff with a decent place to take a break and get ready before or after work. He built a small shower stall, lockers, and provided clean towels, and as his new kitchen manager, Rafi took responsibility for maintaining the space. Ashton took a last look at the bar, double-checking for any stray ashes Hima might have missed before setting the alarm, locking up, and heading home.

Calum opened the email from his editor and swore loud enough to wake the scruffy brown terrier mix snoozing at his feet.

Hey Cal,

Sorry it's such short notice but Taj's mom had an emergency and I need you to cover for him. He's interviewing Ashton Irwin, remember him? He had the Lune Rouge a few years ago. Well, he's got a new place, diverse staff and we're doing a feature. Maybe even the cover if he's really pretty. Tuesday at 2 pm I'll send you the address and details after I talk to Taj. Oh, and my friend Nick is coming into town and I told him you'd show him around. It's been a while since you had a date but you'll like him. He's kinda short, but he's got big muscles, huge dick, perfect credit. You could do a lot worse.

Call me tomorrow

Sham

This isn't good, this isn't good. Calum's mind was racing. He rubbed his temples trying to think. Taj was notoriously reliable and responsible, so if he was taking off on short notice, it must be serious. It was just his bad luck it was Ashton Irwin.

He usually covered travel and sports for Men's Life while Taj handled food and fashion. Calum didn't mind taking back food and dining for the time being. He'd started in that industry, working as a line cook while he went to school for journalism. He'd quit both when a flirty, older professor recommended him for an internship at California Culture and he managed to land a real job. Professor Davis had been highly disappointed to lose him as a student and catch him making out with her son who went to the same college. He'd found a tiny shitty apartment, spent his life on the road for work, and sent every penny he didn't need to live on to his family. He didn't even date for the longest time until he met a handsome blonde with sharp features and a sharper tongue.

He couldn't remember if it was four years ago or five, but he clearly recalled his review of Lune Rouge had not been nice. Calum was in a toxic relationship with the restaurant's sous chef at the time. He'd let his personal life spill over into his work for the first and only time. It wasn't something Calum was proud of and while he felt he owed Ashton an apology, the right time and place hadn't presented itself yet. He'd run into Ashton twice since then. The first time he was with his husband, and Calum wasn't about to humble himself in front of Luke. The second encounter came not long after their marriage broke up. Calum was dating a photographer at the time, when Ashton came to the photographer’s art show. They were briefly introduced but Ashton's chilly demeanor discouraged any further conversation, so Calum avoided him the rest of the evening. He remembered being unable to stop staring at the handsome chef with the sad eyes. He'd always hoped they'd bump into each other under better circumstances. I guess an interview will have to do.

********

Ashton sat out on his condo balcony overlooking Echo Park, taking in the night air and enjoying a second bottle of IPA. Hima was right, the opening had been a smash. Anne-Marie's had the best staff he'd ever had the pleasure of working with, and aside from a small mix up between gruyere and Havarti cheese, the opening had been smooth. The alcohol hummed in his veins as he allowed his mind to wander back five years.

Lune Rouge's opening had been a chaotic mess of brilliance, balls, and blind luck. He was a year out of culinary school, newly married, and ecstatically in love with his husband. Luke was a trust fund baby; his dad ran a major studio. He put up the funding for their restaurant which procured a prime spot in trendy West Hollywood. Ashton had the idea of taking traditional French cuisine and turning it into "pub grub." Luke created a kitschy tacky cool interior with the ambiance of fairy light curtains, vintage 90's movie posters, an eye-popping pink and aqua come scheme. Featuring a bartender who doubled as a DJ, the restaurant became an immediate hot spot.

The culinary press treated them like rock stars and it went to their head. Ashton was portrayed as the mysterious boy genius, boisterous and foul-mouthed, he ran the back of the house, oversaw the business and created the menu. Luke, who's blonde-haired blue-eyed good looks were regularly described as "angelic", was the frontman, often schmoozing in the dining room, taking song requests, or slinging drinks behind the bar. They worked so well together until they didn't.

Ashton shook his head, not allowing himself to linger on negative thoughts, not when he'd fought to regain balance. He'd spent the last year freeing himself from the wreckage of his partnership with Luke. Still, tonight after the opening, alone and overlooking the city lights, his mind kept going back to the exhilaration of that first opening night. After they stayed late with the crew for a drink to celebrate, Luke's hand wandered up Ashton's thigh causing him to almost choke on his tequila. Soon Luke started whining about all the paperwork he had to do before they could go home. The crew quickly bagged it out of there, not wanting to get roped into more work.

Ashton swallowed at the memory before glancing around at the other balconies. It was late enough most of his neighbors should be asleep. Already hard, he reached down and squeezed his bulge through the thin fabric of his pajama pants.

After letting everyone else out of Lune Rouge that first night he'd been puzzled to find Luke no longer at the bar. He heard noises coming from the office. When he opened the door, he found his husband, shirtless, and waiting for him.

Ashton slid his hand into his pants swiping his thumb across the leaking tip. He heard a sliding glass door open and froze in place until he realized it was his neighbor below him chatting on the phone. He stroked himself and let his mind wander back to Luke. It had been too long since Ashton got laid, and Luke was still the best sex he'd ever had. He shuddered and bit his lip thinking about the way Luke grinned at him as he opened the office door. Before Ashton could say a word, Luke was sinking to his knees. A bit awkward given his long legs, but it didn't take long before he was letting Ashton fuck his throat. The thought of those blue eyes looking up at him as Ash's hands tangled in those blonde curls caused a moan to slip out, and his neighbor stopped talking at the sound.

"I think somebody is having sex," he heard her whisper. He almost laughed.

His dick was twitching flat against his stomach as he ducked back inside his bedroom, kicked off his pants, and grabbed a small tube of lube. Ashton shut off the light and stepped back outside.

The breeze cooled his fevered skin as he stood there looking out at the city and stroking his dick. The idea that he could possibly be seen turned him on almost as much as his trip down memory lane. He swallowed another moan thinking about how Luke's lips felt against his, their tongues tangled until he pulled back looking at Ashton with mischief and love before giving him a wink and turning around.

Ashton's breath caught in his throat as he worked his cock thinking about it. The red and white striped pants his husband pranced around in that night had been blissful torment working him up until the moment he slid those pants down and bent over the desk.

"Come take what's yours, my love, I've been wanting you all night," he cooed, wiggling his hips.

Luke was a whiny boy when he was getting pounded, and the memory sent Ashton closer to the edge. He felt his knees tremble as he increased his speed, the city lights becoming starbursts in his vision as he edged himself closer. At the moment of release, he swore he could feel Luke pushing back against him taking him in as deep as he could go.

When Ashton opened his eyes, he found himself sweaty and streaked with his own seed. He was amazed he'd managed to stay quiet, but his neighbor was chatting away obliviously. He went back inside, cracked another beer, and took it with him into the shower, trying to focus on his day tomorrow.

It was after midnight by the time he went to bed. His body was exhausted but the adrenaline from the opening weekend hadn't quite worn off. He found himself still restless and playing on his phone. After scrolling through Instagram, he found himself looking at the page belonging to the Galway Grill-- Ashton cringed at the name-- an Irish pub and microbrewery very recently opened by Luke and his boyfriend Finn.

Ashton simmered with resentment perusing the menu; they'd recycled at least half of the Lune Rouge recipes, his creations. He'd heard they'd rushed their opening to launch the week before Anne-Marie's, and even with Daddy's deep pockets the decor looked slapped together, all flash no class. He came to a picture of the happy couple and couldn't help but notice how thin and tired Luke looked despite his huge smile. He felt a twinge of concern for his ex before pushing his phone away in disgust. Rolling out of bed, he headed to the bathroom and fished an orange prescription bottle out of the cabinet. He broke a valium in half and swallowed the smaller piece with a gulp of water straight from the faucet. He scrolled through different sounds on his phone before settling on crashing waves. He spent the next ten minutes stretching and practicing deep breathing to push out any lingering negativity and troubling thoughts. It was too late to drag up the past and there was nothing to be gained. Ashton crawled back under the duvet and sank into a deep sleep dreaming of blue eyes.

*********

Hima rolled into work a little after one, pleased to see a decent lunch crowd and multiple delivery orders going out. She ordered a chicken mojito wrap for her lunch and headed back to the office to find Ashton. She found him in his chair with his laptop open on his desk, a notebook in his lap while scrolling through his phone.

"So what's the Monday morning report, Boss?" She asked, taking a seat across from him.

Ashton was beaming as he spun the laptop around to show her. "We made 30% over our projected sales. We came in right at payroll, actually a little under if you can believe that."

"I've checked the reservation book," she responded, flashing her phone. "We're booked solid for dinner Friday and Saturday and will call is 3 pm-7 pm. We're probably going to have to do that all week."

"Whatever you need. This weekend is going to be bonkers. If you have any suggestions, I'd like to do something for the staff. That reminds me, I've got to talk to Maisie." He scribbled down a quick note.

"She's already on it," Hima laughed. "The servers who struggled are coming in for extra training with her and Dakota. I have no doubt she'll straighten them up or ship them out."

Ashton nodded as Daniel knocked on the office door to bring their lunch.

"How's it going out there? Let us know if you need anything," Ashton told him.

"We've got this, Boss, enjoy your lunch," Daniel closed the door behind him.

"He's Rafi's brother?" Hima asked before taking a big bite.

"Cousin, Gloria is his sister," Ashton replied tucking into his roasted corn and quinoa salad with queso fresco.

"Are you ready for this interview tomorrow? You look tired," Hima looked concerned.

"I am tired," he shrugged. "I just wanna get this over with. I'm thrilled we're doing so well, but that's not what the press wants to talk about."

"Don't think about it like that. Anne-Marie's will stand on her own. You've just gotta get through this week. I know it's a lot," her words were half-muffled by a napkin.

"Tomorrow is the worst of it. Mackie called and is available Tuesday at one or Thursday for dinner around four. Since he's already been here for dinner, I thought I'd let Rafi wow him this time," he told her.

"Good idea, try to keep it short because if he drinks he gets super chatty. He gave a lecture at school and came to the bar afterward; he would not shut up," she warned.

"Chatty bastard, got it," he replied and they both laughed.

Anne-Marie's was his restaurant, but he couldn't have done it without Hima. She was fresh out of culinary school working as a line cook at the Hilton when he'd discovered her a little over a year ago. Ashton only lasted four months before chafing under the corporate yoke and deciding to strike out on his own. She'd been the first person he'd hired for the restaurant, guaranteeing her first year's salary out of his own pocket. Rafi and DeSean were excellent managers for the kitchen, but Hima was a coach: she understood the business as a whole. He'd let her handle most of the press and promotion, and she'd scored two big interviews.

Gourmet Table had interviewed him last Thursday The piece wouldn't be that in-depth, but they'd spent three hours photographing food. He expected the Men's Life article to focus more on him and his personal life. Calum Hood was known for his sharp pen and take-no-prisoners style. He'd given Lune Rouge two stars and a biting review during a brief stint at California Culture before he'd become known. It was five years ago, but Ashton still had the clipping somewhere. Calum had branded Lune's food as tasty and imaginative but thought the presentation was lacking in creativity. He'd ripped into the decor, calling it "somewhere between art house and frat house," and labeled Luke and Ashton "spoiled pretty boys pretending to be chefs." Luke had brushed it off with a laugh, but it still bothered Ashton.

Unlike the Hemmings’, Ashton’s family didn't have money to throw around. He'd started at sixteen, washing dishes and peeling vegetables for Chef François at Bordeaux on Hollywood. He'd taken culinary classes after high school while working full time. Sadly, Chef François had a heart attack and retired around the time he met Luke.

"You're not listening again," Hima complained, licking her fingers. "Rafi killed it with this wrap. The chicken is amazing, but the cucumber-mint salad and the tamarind chili mayo are next fucking level."

"You're right, I'm not. Sorry about that," he pushed his plate aside.

"Ok, what's got you so rattled? You've handled the press like a champ up until now. Is it Mackie or Hood? Who needs to catch these hands?" Hima stood and assumed a fighter's stance, bouncing on her toes.

"Easy there killer, I can defend my own honor. Mackie is an irritating little mosquito. He just wants gossip, but he's got enough readers so we all have to kiss his ass. Hood gave me one of the few bad reviews we got at Lune, and it stuck. He called us frat boys and said we were trying too hard," Ashton rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed by saying it out loud.

Hima raised her eyebrows and smirked, "I love it when you're petty. You're always so perfect and Zen, it's annoying."

"My therapist would disagree. Oh shit, that reminds me," he straightened up in his chair and grabbed his phone. "I've got an appointment at 2:30. I'll be back before 4," he dropped his eyes to the floor.

"Ashton," her voice was soft but commanding, and he looked up. "I don't know what's going on, and if you don't want to tell me that's fine. I want you to take care of yourself, whatever that takes. Ok?" He nodded and she smiled, "You can tell Dr. Claire that I've confirmed her for 8 pm Saturday, and you're going to personally cook her dinner. We've got the 50th anniversary that night so maybe you could flex and make your Pavlova's? I'll get the berries myself."

"It's a deal; we can comp them champagne, too. I'd better get going before I get yelled at. She's a stickler for punctuality, I think it's a British thing."

"I'll hold things down until you get back," Hima gathered up the dishes and headed out with Ashton right behind her.

*********

Ashton drew a deep breath and exhaled through his nose as the reporter settled in the chair across from him. Kevin Mackie's column in L.A. Metro was the definitive opinion for restaurants on the West Coast. His readers loved the snarky tone, celeb sightings, and bitchy gossip that peppered his column. His reviews could make or break new restaurants.

"Let me start off by saying I love the decor of this place. It's rustic, but not in that played out, hipster-in-the-woods nonsense," he leaned in and lowered his voice towards the end of the comment with a coy smirk.

"You'll find no Mason jars here," Ashton replied, taking the bait. Kevin liked people who liked him, and his most recent column was a snarky takedown of "Pinterest style interiors." Ashton found the article tedious and uninspired, but there was no need to be antagonistic right out of the gate.

Ashton watched as the reporter ordered his lunch from their server Zia. He guessed Kevin to be in his forties, and he thought he could see fresh hair plugs, bleached blonde, and a bit of Botox. Rumor had it, he'd recently split with his long-time girlfriend over a fling with a much younger waiter. Ashton tried not to pay attention to industry gossip. However, his personal problems made their way into the column more than once, and he couldn't help but feel the tiniest bit of satisfaction at the other man's problems.

After they'd both ordered, Kevin sat back and took a sip of his Pellegrino water and smacked his lips. "I was here the other night and I have to admit I was prepared to be underwhelmed. A menu based on sandwiches and comfort food sounded like an upscale Applebee's, but I really liked it despite myself. I was surprised to see your main girl was on the mature side, but she's efficient as hell so I get the trade-off."

Ashton's body tensed at the insult to Maisie, and he took a deep breath. Exhaling through his nose he forced a smile that didn't reach his eyes. Kevin was prattling on with some bit of gossip as Ashton sipped on his iced coffee.

"So let's start with something simple and ease our way into the rough stuff," Kevin set his voice recorder on the table between them. "Tell me how you formulated your top-secret house coffee blend."

Ashton broke into a wide grin as he described taking two months to travel and sample different beans, learn more about the roasting and blending process. Kevin sipped his coffee and nodded as if deep in thought, but his eyes kept wandering to Ashton's biceps. He'd been baking this morning so he smelled of cinnamon, his black t-shirt damp and clingy from sweating under his chef coat.

"So we sell the house blend all year, but we have single-source coffee that's seasonal, all of it fair trade," Ashton finished proudly.

"Coffee has always been your thing if I remember correctly," Kevin said.

"True, true, and once I started roasting my own beans it became a true obsession."

Kevin followed it up with a couple more softball questions about menu details and sandwiches. Ashton expounded on his love of food. "Cooking for someone is a simple way to show care, to be enjoyed almost as much as dining should be. Food is caring and comfort; it sustains us. It brings people together in a shared experience."

"Ooh that's a nice pull quote," Mackie chuckled. "I love when y'all have media training. It makes the bullshit flow much smoother.

Ashton seethed but said nothing. He'd watched this man's pettiness wreck a good opening, and Ashton couldn't do that to his crew. Zia brought their lunch. Ashton noticed Kevin had also ordered the chicken mojito wrap.

"This looks delicious. I think it's a nice touch that you've got so much, let's say diversity, in your restaurant. That you're actually letting them make their own food makes your menu more interesting. Not all restaurants get it. Please tell me you've seen how horribly Finn ripped you off for that tacky Irish pub," Kevin glanced up at him a tiny smirk playing on

"I haven't paid any attention to that," Ashton wanted to end the interview right there.

"Oh come on, you've had to see how much he's trying to recreate the magic you and Luke once had. The menu is tired, I don't give a fuck if he is Irish. Finn has no imagination yet fancies himself an impresario. Luke's still got it though. He even asked when I was coming here. I didn't tell him of course, I'm a professional after all."

"Of course," Ashton nodded checking out of the conversation. The reporter talked as he ate which given the wrap he was eating proved especially messy and little flecks of food kept flying his way. Ashton watched the door, nodding at customers, silently willing someone to come and save him. Kevin was still talking about himself when Hima and Zia came out of the kitchen. Ashton tried to catch their eye when he felt a hand on his arm.

"I wanna ask you about that one," Kevin leaned in so he could almost whisper.

"Who? Hima? What about her?" Ashton was pretty sure he wasn't going to like the answer.

"What's the deal? I've only ever seen you with Luke. Did your palette change that much? India must've been a real spiritual awakening for you huh?" Kevin winked at him, thinking he was clever.

Ashton controlled his breathing trying to keep his temper in check. He looked over at the reporter who kept talking oblivious to the situation.

"Who doesn't like trying something exotic. She seems like a smart cookie. She's darker than most Indian girls you see, like a rich brown butter sauce. I bet she tastes like tumeric though."

"Get out of my restaurant" Ashton hissed, his hands gripping the table to restrain himself from physical violence. "You are not going to insult my staff, my friends, in their restaurant."

Kevin started to speak but Ashton cut him off.

"Not another fucking word" he kept his voice at a low growl so as not to cause a scene. He noticed a couple of the closest tables were already watching them. "You've said enough and I'm barely holding back as it is. Get out of my restaurant, don't ever come back, don't ever speak to me again, and if you trash me in this review I promise you I will find you and fuck you up personally." Ashton stood up and Kevin flinched, the sight would have made him laugh if he hadn't been so furious. He stepped back and the reporter scrambled out of his seat leaving his lunch unfinished. Ashton walked back into the kitchen, Hima fast on his heels. He kicked the door open to the break room and headed for the speed bag hanging in the corner. He'd learned the hard way punching walls usually resulted in the wall winning the fight so he'd given himself something easier on his hands.

Hima watched him from the door, his back and biceps rippling as he went two minutes at full speed. When he finally turned around she could see the anger had cooled somewhat. She hated that her boss looked incredibly sexy when he was angry.

"Are you gonna tell me what happened?" She asked when he turned back around.

"Nope, it'll just piss me off all over again, and I gotta get ready for another fucking interview. With a guy who already doesn't like me," Ashton put this coat back on and headed into the line to check on Rafi.

At least the second interview can't be worse, she thought, wishing she believed it.

*********

Calum eased his beat up Range Rover into the parking lot of Anne-Marie's amongst the Mercedes, Audi's, and Teslas. He cursed the traffic when he checked the time. He was late, and they were busy. Not a good look he thought, grabbing his bag.

He smiled at the ladies waiting for a table before introducing himself to the impossibly serene hostess. He was quickly led to a table in an alcove not far from the kitchen. As he pulled out his voice recorder and notebook, he noticed a young woman heading his way. Her black hair was knotted tightly in a bun on top of her head, and her chef's coat had a large streak of what might be hollandaise sauce. He remembered his editor, Jacqueline, telling him Anne-Marie's had a female sous chef. He checked the notes she'd given him quickly as she was stopped by a server. Hima, Culinary Institute of America graduate, 23, Indian maybe?

"Hello I'm Hima Singh, you must be Calum Hood," she greeted him. From up close, he noticed that her eyes were a rich golden brown and that her smile didn't reach her eyes. He chalked it up to her youth; his editor said she was 23 but she looked like a teenager. He mentally stopped himself there. He'd become jaded by one too many husband/wife teams in recent years trying to rebrand a post-divorce startup as a "new adventure." While the divorce was true, Calum knew Ashton's history.

"Yup that's me, it's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Hima," he shook her hand, relieved to see her relax a bit.

"Chef Irwin will be out shortly. He's helping with a problem in the back" she glanced towards the kitchen, and Calum had a feeling she was lying.

"Can I get you something while you wait? Do you like coffee? We have a house blend cold brew Chef Irwin selected himself that we roast and grind on-site," she asked motioning towards the sign listing the daily selection of teas and coffee.

"Thanks, but maybe not coffee. I'm nervous enough without more caffeine," he admitted, "but the lavender and blackberry infused lemonade sounds amazing." He smiled and her face softened.

"Absolutely," she signaled to Zia who brought Calum his drink and a basket of warm, fluffy yeast rolls with Anne Marie's cinnamon honey butter. The smell reminded Calum he'd skipped breakfast as his stomach began to rumble.

"So you're Chef Irwin's sous chef? I heard a rumor you were a partner as well," he asked, almost drooling as he tore into the soft bread, watching the steam escape.

"Yes sir," Hima's smile finally reached her eyes, and she sat down across from him. "When he got his core team together for Anne Marie's, there's three of us total. Desean and Rafi are his kitchen managers, and he gave us the opportunity to buy in as minority investors, no pun intended."

"These rolls are incredible. Please take one before I finish this whole basket and ruin my lunch. How long have the three of you worked for Ashton, excuse me, Chef Irwin?" He asked.

"Desean and Rafi were part of his Lune Rouge crew. They go way back, but he met me fresh out of school and took me under his wing," she told him.

"Did you go to CIA?" Calum was jotting down notes, getting a feel for the story.

"I wish, it's so pretty up there. My twin brother attended Brown, and I went to Johnson and Wales so we could stay close."

"You're a twin? Is he a chef as well?" Calum asked.

"Are you kidding? He's a lawyer, of course, my parents had to have one in the family," Hima laughed.

Zia appeared beside their table. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but Rafi is looking for you, Hima."

A worried frown replaced her warm smile and Calum felt his nerves bubbling back up. He glanced around and caught sight of Ashton, flushed and sweaty from the heat of the kitchen, poking his head around the corner. Their eyes met, and Calum felt like he'd been hit by lightning.

Hima saw his reaction and whipped around to see what Calum was looking at. Spotting her boss she quickly excused herself and hurried to the back.

Zia cleared her throat and Calum realized she was still standing next to his table.

"Would you like to try Rafi's plantain skewers while you wait? It's my favorite thing here, and it'll leave room for whatever these geniuses cook up," she asked with a smile and a wink.

He nodded and she headed to the server station to put the order in. Calum looked around and started taking notes. The most striking thing about the decor was how they'd used diffused skylights for soft lighting to accent the Nakashima-style crafted wooden furniture. Thanks to his Mom’s love of Antiques Roadshow when he was younger Calum discovered his preference for natural grain wood and bespoke pieces. He liked the use of pastel neon signs to complement the muted green and blue tones of the mosaic tile floors and he thought the framed pictures of what he assumed were family photos of the staff provided a really nice personal touch. The largest photo was in the bar of Ashton and his mother, the restaurant's namesake, Anne Marie.

Zia set a plate down in front of him. "The boss will be out in a minute., Let me get you some more tea," she told him.

The skewers consisted of chunks of pineapple, plantain, red onion, and sweet potato grilled and dusted with chili powder and brown sugar served with a yogurt sauce for dipping.

Calum was almost finished with the first one when Ashton came out of the back, making his way towards him. The chef stopped to talk to several customers, the hostess, and Zia before he made it to Calum's table. Cal licked his fingers, wiping his hands clean with a Sani-wipe before standing up and offering a handshake.

Ashton took his hand and Calum wasn't expecting it to feel so soft. Caught off guard Calum stammered out an introduction as he sat, but he noticed Ashton just nodded, barely listening.

"If today isn't a good day we can reschedule," Calum sipped his tea, his throat suddenly dry.

"I'm here aren't I?" Ashton snapped. He folded his arms across his chest, his hazel eyes narrowing at Calum. "I still remember your first review you know."

Calum's pulse was racing. He hated confrontation, and he hadn't expected Ashton to kick off right away. He knew he'd better suck it up and apologize if this wasn't going to go completely off the rails.

"Listen, I wanted to apologize. I shouldn't have been such a dickhead." As he spoke Ashton scoffed at him and Calum felt his cheeks get warm. "I was young and stupid. I let something personal affect that review. I'm sorry."

"Personal? With Luke? What do you mean by that?" Ashton went from annoyed to hostile.

Calum realized he'd said something wrong but wasn't sure what exactly. He was floundering trying to think of what to say next.

"Nothing with Luke, no no no. I was involved with Finn and we weren't getting along. It's so stupid I know, but I think you're a great chef. The new place looks incredible, and Hima is a delight."

The anger drained from Ashton's face, leaving him looking empty and sad. His head dropped to his chest, and Calum held his breath waiting for him to speak.

"I'm really sorry, it's not you, but I can't do this right now. Maybe we can reschedule or something. My apologies, but I have to get back to work," Ashton mumbled, standing up.

Calum spotted Hima watching them from the podium, chewing on her lip, her black eyes wide with concern as Ashton hurried back to the kitchen. Calum started to get up but she was too quick for him.

"Well, aren't you lucky. I'm going on my lunch and I hate to eat alone," she slid back into the seat across from him. "Please forgive my boss. He's had a rough day, but I'm better company anyway." She waved to Zia who headed their way. "You gotta try the toasted gnocchi with gorgonzola cream sauce if you like cheese, but if you want something lighter the apple carrot kale wrap is excellent too," she smiled at him, and to her relief he smiled back, both of them realizing the situation might be salvageable after all.

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Zevran deals with ghosts of the past every day. He regards them with an aged nostalgia, remembering clearly when they were more solid, more substantial in their influence—not the gauzy and transparent feelings they are today.

Things have changed. The world has changed.

Today he can pour coffee, unhurried and uninterrupted, even as an unexpected tapping sounds at the window. He briefly thinks to reach for a weapon, any weapon, even the letter opener on the desk—but there’s no need for that. There hasn’t been, not for years. Not for decades.

Zevran finishes pouring his coffee. Then he goes to investigate.

The tapping is persistent, but any worry he might have felt vanishes, upon seeing what it is. Who it is.

Behind the glass a raven peers up at him with golden eyes, bright, inquisitive, and Zevran opens the window to let a man clamber in, all draped fabrics and feathers and furs, and familiar eyes, and an even more familiar laugh.

“Hello! Thank you for letting me in! It was freezing out there!”

“Kieran!”

Zevran chuckles warmly, returning his embrace. He’s tall and angular. He takes after his mother in that. “How fortunate that you arrive just as I’ve made a fresh pot of coffee. Come, sit, will you?”

“Coffee,” Kieran gasps. Ah, but he takes after his father in some regards, too.

They drink their coffee, Zevran seated at his desk, and Kieran pacing restlessly around the office, draining two cups before Zevran has finished one. There is not much talking involved with this activity, just Kieran reading the titles of the volumes on Zevran’s bookshelf. He picks up a book of love poetry, and holds it up to Zevran, eyebrow raised.

“One never outgrows love poems, my boy,” Zevran says, gesturing with his cup.

“If you say so,” Kieran hums, setting it back. “I myself see little use in such things. ‘Tis an awful lot of effort, no?”

Zevran smiles and shrugs. “Your father liked them.”

“Oh, no.” Kieran shakes his head and shuffles away from the bookcase.

Zevran feels an urge to laugh. It is Morrigan and Hamal, talking to him in turns.

The thought makes him wistful. He is barely prepared for the feeling, and all he can do is let it claim the moment, and finally pass with a quiet acceptance, sipping at his coffee, patiently regarding Kieran.

“I always enjoy your visits,” he says finally. Kieran blinks up at him, beaming, as he continues. “To what do I owe today’s?”

“Oh, you know,” Kieran waves a hand elaborately. “I was in the area. I wanted to check in with you.”

“Ah, truly?”

“Quite!” Kieran all too quickly drops into the seat across from his desk. He steeples his fingers, looking at Zevran intently. “You have been well?” he asks.

“Never better.”

“And things in Var’myathan, things are going smoothly?”

“I stay away from politics in my advanced age, but from what I hear, yes. Very smoothly.”

“I hear whispers, you know.” Kieran leans forward, unblinking. “Change is coming to the world. Not at our bidding or our involvement, but then, these things never are. I should like you to be… prepared.”

Zevran cannot help but smile, the lines around his eyes deepening in amusement. “Again?” he asks. “You don’t say. Seems the world is changing all the damn time. It has changed, what, three times in my lifetime? And I with it. You need not worry so about me.”

He pauses, and with that said, takes another sip of coffee. “How is your mother?”

“Well, I presume,” Kieran shakes his head. “Haven’t seen her.”

“Is that her choice, or yours?”

Kieran hops off his seat, giving Zevran the distinct impression that it’s the latter. His ominous warning delivered, he simply stands there, fidgeting. Always nervous in closed spaces, much like his father.

“I just wanted to check in on you. I am glad you are doing well.” Kieran sets his empty cup on Zevran’s desk. “I should be going soon.”

Zevran almost thinks that is all. But then Kieran sighs, and his voice softens. “I would like to see him, before I leave. Accompany me?”

Zevran Arainai, hahren, retired ambassador, ex-Crow, ex-assassin, widower, absent step-father to this strange man who is no longer young himself… none of these titles or roles seem to help in this moment. He simply nods, feeling a small ache under his chest, masking it with a smile.

“Of course,” he says.

Together, they descend through Zevran’s modest and homey estate. Kieran, already clad in layer upon layer of rags and finery, has no need for a coat, but Zevran bundles up before they leave.

Snow falls in flurries upon the ground outside, catching in Zevran’s silver hair. The coffee had been well-timed. It’s a silent walk, and a long one.

“Dalish cemeteries are so beautiful,” Kieran breathes as they turn a corner, and a canopy of trees comes into view. It is as if a small forest has taken root within the city.

Back when the clans wandered—and as is still the case for those who opted to remain nomadic—the fallen were buried where they died. Here, each tree represents a deceased citizen of Var’myathan. It is like walking through an arboretum.

Some plots are adorned by small statues or signs. Some of the trees have ribbons strung along the branches, or names and messages painted upon the trunk (never carved, for to damage a funerary tree is disrespectful).

Finally, after passing by dozens of saplings and oak trees and even a few fruit trees, they arrive at the Hero of Ferelden’s grave, an alder tree standing ostentatiously with a plaque and a monument at its base.

Kieran hurries forward quickly, but Zevran hangs back. It has been too long since his last visit, and it almost shames him, but—no, nothing about Hamal could shame him. He would certainly understand.

The artist did a good job capturing his husband’s likeness. After a moment, Zevran smiles and draws near, reaching up to brush dirt and snow off his beloved’s statue.

“Hola, amor,” he says softly. “No sabes cómo te extraño.”

Kieran has wandered off, circling his father’s tree, humming some wordless tune.

Zevran, tired, sits at the base of the tree and closes his eyes to remember.

Being old is surreal. It almost feels like a dream at times. He has a veritable encyclopedia of moments and memories he would rather peruse, than to live through more. This is especially true here, at Hamal’s resting place, where he cannot help but remember their times during the Blight, their long years in Antiva, their wedding days—plural! For they were married in an Antivan chantry first, then bonded in a traditional Dalish ceremony later.

It has been far too long, and many of their companions are gone, too. Alistair ventured to the Deep Roads many years ago. Lavellan passed this summer, and her daughter, Paloma, sent word through mail. Zevran remembers that funeral, and his husband’s, too.

Bad memories, good memories. More good than bad, though.

When Zevran opens his eyes again, Kieran is sitting, cross-legged, in front of him.

“Good! You’re still alive,” Kieran quips.

Zevran frowns, annoyed. “Of course I’m still alive! Amor, mira, do you see your son? Do you hear this?” he whispers aside to the statue. “Terrible. As if I could not still strike down any foe, with my stealth and daggers.”

Kieran and Zevran then laugh despite the cold.

“I like to think he can see us,” Kieran offers finally. He takes a breath, continuing shyly. “I really wanted to visit and tell him—you, as well—that I am going by his name now. For a few years, in fact.”

The news does come as a surprise. Zevran blinks and smiles as Kieran continues.

“Kieran Mahariel. Do you think that’s alright? Is there something, I don’t know, formal I should file? I doubt my birth records exist anywhere, but… I never had a surname. Morrigan said it would be fine. I think she likes it, even. I should go see her next I suppose. Father would agree.”

“He would be proud of you,” Zevran tells him, listening to him ramble. Kieran fidgets and smiles.

And here, the visit hits on one of those unseen emotional snags. The brink of a goodbye, the need for assurance, perhaps. Zevran looks at Kieran and takes inventory.

Eyes, Morrigan’s. Mouth and nose, Hamal’s. Powerful magic, a need for solitude, Morrigan’s. Vallaslin, over his left eye, at his own insistence. Ears, softly pointed.

“Everything will be fine, Kieran,” Zevran Arainai says. “I’m doing well. Your mother will be happy to see you, as I am happy, and thankful, for you coming to see us.”

“I know,” Kieran agrees, though he sounds uncertain. “Creators. You and my parents had already done so much by the time you were my age. How did you figure any of it out?”

“Poorly,” Zevran laughs. “You must play these things by ear. That’s the nature of living.”

“Then I hope I continue to make you proud,” Kieran says, and he pulls himself out of the snow, casting one final look at The Hero of Ferelden’s tree. “I’ll try to write more often,” he adds, and Zevran nods, though he knows it is unlikely.

With a smile, Kieran flits into the branches as a raven once more, and Zevran calls to him.

“Safe travels, d’alen.”

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I’m sure that the lapse of the Land and Water Conservation Fund (LWCF) that happened yesterday will be reversed, and that the LWCF will be reauthorized, permanently funded at its intended (and higher) levels, and its reauthorization will be tied together with another piece of legislation that is intended to address the maintenance backlog at our national parks. Leaders and significant senators and congressional representatives from both parties agree to all this. The reauthorization doesn’t seem to be hung up on political considerations, which is contrary from what happened in earlier years.

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Congress failed to reauthorize the fund for the second time in three years because key members of the House and Senate could not agree about how to pay for the program going forward. The fund's expiration casts an uncertain future on ongoing projects and prevents new oil and gas receipts from being used for conservation work until the program is reauthorized.

Since its inception in 1965, the program has protected millions of acres nationwide, including according to one analysis at least 491,000 acres between 2014 to 2017 alone. Federal agencies and state governments have used the conservation fund to do everything from building swimming pools and basketball courts in cities to expanding wildlife refuges and national parks like Acadia in Maine and Grand Canyon in Arizona.

Leaders in the Senate and House found themselves at loggerheads over whether to make funding for the program permanent. Although LWCF funding comes from the government's cut of oil and gas drilling on public lands, Congress needs to sign off on that spending every year. Some years, Congress failed to appropriate the full $900 million authorized for the program.

Sen. Maria Cantwell of Washington, the top Democrat on the Senate Energy and Natural Resources Committee, wants to fix those spending lapses by making that $900 million in funding for LWCF mandatory every year. Her bill, which will be marked up in committee on Tuesday, has the support of Burr along with several GOP senators on the panel, including Steve Daines of Montana and Cory Gardner of Colorado. Last week, those senators took to the Senate floor to argue in favor of reupping the program.

Their counterparts on the House Natural Resources Committee have advanced a package that would permanently reauthorize the fund like the Senate bill would, but that would require funding to be approved by Congress on a yearly basis. That committee's chairman, Rep. Rob Bishop (R-Utah), wants the renewal of the fund to be paired with some of his other priorities, including a plan to use some of that same oil and gas money for repairs to roads and other infrastructure in national parks.

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Pennyworth Season 2 Trailer Sets December Release Date

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Pennyworth Season 2 is coming soon to Epix, continuing to fulfill the show’s touted remit as a prequel to the Batman mythos, notably with Alfred’s eventual arrival in Gotham City.

Having debuted on July 28, 2019, Pennyworth is the product of creator/executive producer/writer Bruno Heller (The Mentalist, Rome) and executive producer/director Danny Cannon (CSI franchise), and served as a quick reunion of key personnel from another Batman prequel series, Fox’s Gotham, which had just ended its five-season run that April. However, any associations end there, since Pennyworth is set in London in the 1960s, therefore—after doing some quick math—eliminating the notion of any continuity connection with the contemporary-set Gotham. Indeed, Pennyworth turned out to be a colorful crime series with swinging ‘60s aesthetics and a slightly over-the-top charm that’s not bound by its nevertheless-looming pre-Batman status.

The first teaser trailer for Pennyworth’s second season is here, showcasing raised stakes, a major migration, new characters and our first look at the show’s version of key Batman player Lucius Fox. Check it out just below.

Pennyworth Season 2 Trailer

Pennyworth Season 2 Release Date

Pennyworth Season 2 is scheduled to premiere on Epix on Sunday, December 13.

However, the 10-episode Season 2 run will be broken up. While Episode 2 will conventionally arrive one week after the premiere on Sunday, December 20, the following week, Sunday, December 27, will see a post-Christmas double drop for Episodes 3 and 4, which will serve as a quickly-arrived mid-season finale until the rest of the season arrives in 2021 on a date to be revealed.

The release date is also prominently displayed on the accompanying Pennyworth Season 2 poster.

Pennyworth Season 2 Cast

With the release date announcement, Pennyworth also revealed some newcomers, all of whom are set as main cast members.

Lucius Fox will be played by Simon Manyonda (His Dark Materials). The character, whose eventual occupation is obviously known to any Batman fan, makes his introduction to the Wayne family, described here as “a young American scientist, precise to the point of pedantry, deliberately calm, honest, and direct to a fault; he suffers no fools gladly. His friends would say he’s a man of conscience; his enemies would say he’s judgmental and dogmatic.”

Melanie Troy will be played by Jessica de Gouw (The Hunting, Gretel and Hansel). The character is described as “a military orphan, who became a woman of the world far too young. She married a dominating older man, but with her wry intelligence and a sardonic sense of humor, she’s no submissive and gives as good as she gets. Introduced to Alfie as the wife of his former SAS Captain, the two kindred spirits have an immediate connection.” While nothing is further divulged about the character, the surname, “Troy,” might evoke speculation from discerning DC fans, since it also happens to belong to Donna Troy, the magically-created duplicate of Wonder Woman, eventual sidekick and Teen Titans member. Whether the series plans to go down that road remains to be seen.

Additionally, Pennyworth Season 2 will see the addition of James Purefoy (The Following, Sex Education, Altered Carbon), Edward Hogg (Taboo, Harlots, White Lightning), Jessye Romeo (Curfew, In the Long Run), Ramon Tikaram (Brassic, The Victim) and Harriet Slater (Faunutland and the Lost Magic).

Besides main players Jack Bannon, Ben Aldridge and Emma Paetz, expect to see Paloma Faith reprise her standout villain role as Bet Sykes, and the ongoing, bizarre “homeless-to-Hitler” arc of Jason Flemyng as Lord Harwood will continue as well.

Pennyworth Season 2 Details

For those who might have forgotten Pennyworth—an easy thing to do, since its summer 2019 run feels like a lifetime ago—the Epix series centers on a young version of eventual Wayne Manor butler/crime-fighter key support, Alfred Pennyworth (Jack Bannon).

Recently discharged from military life as a British SAS soldier, and not fit for clock-punching-type jobs, Alfred’s London homefront career transition phase has led him and former military cohorts Bazza Bashford (Hainsley Lloyd Bennett) and Dave Boy McDougal (Ryan Fletcher) to freelancing their wetwork and espionage skills; a seedy trade that brings him into an underworld of warring secret societies, but also into the fateful acquaintanceship of American industrialist Thomas Wayne (Ben Aldridge) and photojournalist Martha Kane (Emma Paetz).

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However, said trade also cost Alfred dearly, having first led to the killing of his fiancé and later forced him to kill his own father to prevent a suicide bombing he planned to execute in the name of political extremist group the Raven Society. Thus, Season 2 will have Alfred in a darker, more calculating place, not bound by what little sanguine sentimentalities he might have still possessed. It’s a state of mind that will probably blend well when his association with Thomas Wayne sends him to his eventual home of Gotham City for the first time.

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Fic: rewriting the epilogue (1)

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Anders and Hawke have created a sanctuary for mages. Now they must protect what they've built.

Previously

Hawke no longer makes a habit of taking in strays. No, that’s all Anders’ purview these days, in the months when their flight from Kirkwall turned to a solid march on circle after circle. Starkhaven was the first after they fled the red-stained city. Then the letters start to come, Following their group in the claws of ravens and the occasional sharp-eyed songbird.

They all boil down to help us, too.

He follows Anders on to the next site, helping the mages who decide to stay with them – to give others what they’ve craved through all the years shut away. For once it’s not Hawke that’s looked on with fear and awe, that admiration that always irked him but seems to settle over Anders like a tailored cloak. It shows when Anders heals their wounds, treats malnutrition and old whipping scars and nary a soul flinches away anymore when Justice shines through the cracks in his skin. Anders lends a listening ear to the man who recounts his narrow escape from Tranquility when the Templars found out he would occasionally hear voices that weren’t there. Justice flies into a rage, vows of vengeance on his lips in the face of the barely-pubescent girl who flinches from the touch of grown men, crying when Justice kneels before her. “What was done to you was wrong. Not your fault, only their sickness and hate. We will protect you. Shield you from harm until you learn to protect yourself. This we swear: they will never touch you again.” Despite the tears and the sinister blue glow, the girl throws herself into Justice’s arms.

“Thank you thank you thank you.”

They stay. They fight, for the cause and for their new leader. The children follow Anders like ducklings and he teaches them to cast a steady barrier so no one and nothing can harm them.

Later, Hawke teaches them to cast fire over the barrier, superheating their hands – to go for the neck, the eyes and groin, any gaps armor may not cover. They take to it swimmingly and Anders sighs at him as the children soon come for burn salve less and less.

Merrill finds them after the second circle lies in ruins, bringing with her news of Templars on the march. Justice burns bright but does not rage, turning steely eyes on her. “You know much of magics not taught in circles – not the demon filth, but that which is practiced by the elven peoples?”

Her smile is bright in the falling dusk. “Yes of course! I would be happy to teach anyone who wants to learn!”

“Then stay.”

Their party soon grows too big to travel, ungainly and winding down the road – an easy target.

Anders sits beside him one night with a world-weary sigh. Hawke sets aside the nearly-finished staff he was working on setting a crystal into and wraps an arm around his shoulder. “Tired?”

“Just worried. We’re not safe, we never will be on the run like this.”

Hawke hums, turning to look his lover in the eyes. “Then we need to stop running.”

Understanding and a flicker of blue lights Anders’ gaze, enough to acknowledge Justice’s agreement. His answering smile is enough to make Hawke’s heart flutter.

They debate the Planasene forest but no one wishes to settle that close to Kirkwall, most especially the former Gallows mages. Instead they head northwest between Wildervale and the Nevarran border, miles away from the closest town, and start to build. The children and apprentices practice their levitation spells, lifting trunks and great boulders in a joint effort to build a defensible wall between tall, still-rooted trees. Merrill teaches everyone the fireproofing runes used on elven aravels and several days are spent carving them into the walls. One human and one elven apprentice prove adept at Keeper magics, and they are tasked with weaving living roots throughout the border to serve as both an alarm system and defense should someone try to sneak by.

The elven apprentice uncovers a burrow in the meanwhile, running back to their interim camp with two tiny brown kittens in her arms. Hawke knows even before Anders lets out a delighted sound that it’s too late – more strays. At least Dog takes the presence of the kittens well, hopping around the nest Anders makes for them with typical mabari enthusiasm. Hawke can only sigh and make affirmative noises when presented with the tiny fluffballs. The smaller one mews plaintively until he gives in to scratching it under the chin and pretends not to notice Anders beaming at him. Nothing gets done for the next few hours.

Later, he directs the mages with specialties in water and earth magic to dig a well, deep enough to serve their little settlement as it grows. As a force mage, Hawke can’t do much other than help stabilize the rocks as they shift, but he learns by watching and talking with the older enchanters who’ve taught generations of apprentices. Others gather eventually, chipping in their ideas and asking questions until work grinds to a halt as everyone joins the discussion. He has the fleeting thought that this – the discussion, the ideas volleying back and forth between enchanter and apprentice alike – are what the Circles could and should have been: a place to learn so much more than a single apostate on the run could ever pick up, and safe to boot.

That night Anders brings the kittens to the tent they’ve claimed until shelters can be built. Hawke sighs and doesn’t argue, stripping off the armor that’s become a second skin over the years and laying his staff by the pile of furs that serves as their bed.

Anders is humming, forgoing the stack of parchment that is his continually-rewritten manifesto in lieu of stroking one sleeping kitten’s fur. There is a softness to his face that brings warmth to Hawke’s chest. He shuffles over to the man, lifting a hand to cup his face and kissing him with all the love he can muster. The skin under his hand cracks blue as he pulls away, Justice looking out through Anders’ eyes and both as close to content as he’s ever seen them.

“Love you,” he says, to both of them. They smile back, pulling him up to their face for another kiss.

“We love you, too.”

Feynriel comes to Hawke in a dream. No longer a boy but not quite a man in his eyes, the somniari has nonetheless become something of a friend to him, occasionally reaching all the way from Tevinter to give aid to their cause. The way he bends dreams to his will and walks the Fade from border to border in an instant has been instrumental to alerting the Circles as to what’s happening and planning breakouts for the rebel mages.

“Trouble,” Feynriel says, stirring apart the calm little corner of the Fade Hawke had been floating in. “You’ve got a legion of Templars heading your way now that they know you’re not moving.”

“A legion. How many?” He doesn’t bother asking why Feynriel didn’t go to Anders; they both know that while Justice is cut off from the Fade itself, the spirit still creates an impenetrable wall between it and anything that would seek to influence Anders.

“Thirty, at least. Maybe up to fifty. It’s…hard to tell with so many in one place.” He sounds apologetic. Hawke sighs but doesn’t allow dread to grow in his chest. He and a bare handful of battle-capable mages took on greater numbers in the Gallows. Nonetheless, they now have children and the few Tranquil who agreed to come under the protection of the rebels to think about. In addition, he and Anders had planned to head out soon.

“What about Ostwick?”

“There have been whispers of a pre-emptive Annulment. The Knight-Commander there guards his dreams, but Trevelyan has seen evidence of correspondence with the Chantry. He may be waiting on a writ from the Divine.”

His fists clench as Hawke bites his lip to keep from sighing again. “Thank you. I'll talk to my people and Anders, see what they want to do.”

Feynriel smiles wanly, the wisps of Fade-stuff already blurring his edges. “Keep in touch, Hawke.”

“You know I will.”

Even if the clank of armor didn’t give them away, the screams of approaching Templars getting caught, then torn apart by animated roots and tree branches certainly does. The noise is enough to wake the mages not already on watch.

“Hmm, seems like they’re having a little trouble,” Hawke muses, twirling his staff with a vicious grin. “Shall we be polite hosts and head out to meet them?”

Anders doesn’t laugh, Justice too far at the forefront to let the humor of the moment distract them, but he nods and leads the way to the gate. A web of impenetrable, thorny roots strung between two thick trees serves to bar any entrance or exit. Merrill is already there, bouncing down the roots from the top of the wall with feet so light she barely makes a sound.

“They’re here!” she sings, tone airy but with eyes full of vicious glee. Already, several Dalish clans have been caught in the backlash of the rebellion. Between Feynriel and ravens they’ve done what they can to warn the elves away from any great force, but bloodshed is inevitable and not every clan can swallow their pride long enough to accept aid from a group of flatears and shems, no matter how well-intentioned.

Justice sucks in a breath. “Where is Orsino? He volunteered for guard duty this night, did he not?”

“Oh! He’s so eager to get started, I already helped him up the wall,” she exclaims, pointing up to the side of the gate furthest from them. Hawke looks up just in time to see the former First Enchanter – now clad in far more practical light armor – square his shoulders. Mana crackles through the air and they watch as the man thrusts his staff forward – multiple fireballs shoot outwards, engulfing the area beyond in heat and light as the shouts of pain and anger redouble.

“That’s our cue, I think,” Hawke says, turning to Merrill. “Going to let us out?”

Merrill bounces on her feet again, turning to call out: “Paloma, Elan! Come open the gate!” Her apprentices emerge from amidst the tents, the young elven girl already making gestures at the shuddering plants.

Whistles pierce the air as flaming arrows start to appear. Before any of the mages on the ground can make a move, Orsino releases a great gust of wind that howls through the encampment like a pack of lonely wolves. It turns each shaft back where it came from.

“Take that!” he shouts, spitting past the stone and roots. The Templars are now close enough Hawke can hear their curses in return.

“Ready!” Elan calls, the boy gesturing toward the nearly-invisible gap at the gate as it slowly starts to widen.

“Let’s go!” Merrill grabs Justice by one arm and Hawke by the other, rushing through at a breakneck pace. The gate groans, closing swiftly behind them.

The Templars are legion, but also in chaos, their formation already broken as nature itself seems to rain her wrath down on them.

Hawke grins.

“Suck on a fireball!” Justice cries in Anders’ voice, gaining the closest warriors’ attention just in time for the explosion to catch them full in the face.

Merrill steps forward then, a dagger already out and pressed to her wrist. Red mist rises around her but neither man pays it any mind, too used to the blood settling and lifting off their skin as the woman’s power surges.

“Maleficar!” someone shouts, and that’s when the real battle begins.

The battle lasts long enough that he loses track of time, but when Hawke looks up from shoving his staff blade through the throat of a downed and dying Templar, dawn is already starting to lighten a strip of the sky Hawke can see through the trees. The armored man below him chokes, gurgles, dies.

He stands, wrenching the staff out and flicking away the blood before downing his last lyrium potion. They will have to bring more with them when they come back from Ostwick – even with only the older mages using them in desperate straits, supplies dwindle quickly and Hawke knows that they will have to make some sort of deal with the dwarves soon. Varric’s last letter discussed it in not so many words, making light of his growing connections within the Merchants’ Guild. Despite his conflicted feelings about Anders’ actions in Kirkwall, the dwarf has always come through for them. His friendship is one of the few treasures Hawke has left in the world.

Another of those treasures stands from their stoop, still burning Fade-blue underneath the blood and singed clothing. The air is clogged with the stench of death, burning flesh, and the sharp smell of too much lightning called down in too small a space. Justice leans on Anders’ staff as they look out over the field, trying to spot any flash of movement or even the twitch of a slow death in the clearing that surrounds the gate.

There’s another sharp cry and Hawke turns just in time to see Merrill smash in the head of a crouching hunter with her Stonefist. The Templar’s dagger drops from nerveless fingers even as the fresh corpse thuds dully to the ground.

“All done,” Merrill says, her usual cheer dimmed by weariness. Black streaks her arms, her blood clotting unnaturally quickly as she walks back their way.

“Have we finished them all?” Hawke asks warily, not quite willing to release the battle adrenaline unless the settlement’s safety is assured.

“I sense no hostile presences,” Justice rumbles, finally turning away from the scene of carnage to scan the wall behind them. “But where is Orsino?”

On cue, Hawke and Merrill whip around to view the stone above them. It’s deserted. “Shit.”

He and Justice both turn to Merrill, but before they can ask her to let them in the thorns rustle and part.

Elan runs straight through to them, not pausing to take in the field of death beyond the three. “We need a healer! C-come quick,” the boy pants, nearly falling over as he spins back around.

Justice bolts immediately, not pausing for even a moment as Hawke and Merrill quickly fall into line after him.

The scene is not good, though thankfully not as gruesome as Hawke imagined.

One of the apprentices lies propped against the wall, another pressing hard against a wound on the girl’s shoulder with a wad of cloth that looks to be part of a robe. Not ten feet away, two Templars in hunter armor lie crumpled as their blood seeps into the ground, a dagger still embedded in one’s neck.

And between them, a blank-faced woman stands with blood on her hands and the Chantry sun emblazoned on her forehead.

“Andraste’s tits,” Anders swears, the light in him dimming but not disappearing as he hurries to the stabbed apprentice’s side and starts tugging the cloth and her clothes away with one hand, the other glowing with healing magic. “What happened? Is anyone else hurt?”

“N-no, serah,” the boy who’d been putting pressure on the wound says. “Just Brigit, here. The-the Templars must have snuck past, got over the thorns somehow, because one appeared in front of us and just…just stabbed her. Didn’t even say anything. Thought we were all going to die, but…” he gestures to the Tranquil woman who looks back, still without expression. “Elise saved us. Ripped the knife right out of his hand and just…killed him. Then the other one, but no one even saw that one until he was lying on the ground, so.” He looks at the woman and offers her a wan smile. “Thank you, you saved our lives.”

Elise blinks, but otherwise does not move even to wipe the blood off her hands. “Thanks are unnecessary. You are my charges, I am responsible for your safety and continued existence,” she responds with eerie flatness.

Hawke turns to her, ready to take up the conversation with Anders and Justice occupied. “This is true? How did you know they were there?”

“Caywen speaks truth. I did not know anyone had come past the wall until Brigit was injured.”

“And you responded quickly enough to do this?” Hawke gestures, somewhat skeptical. He or Anders could have done it, yes, but they had decades of experience fighting Templars to lean on.

The woman blinks again, slowly. “I trained as a Templar for four and a half years before my magic manifested. I am familiar with their tactics and techniques.” Her response is not the least bit defensive, merely explanatory.

He can’t think of anything to say in response. Logically, there had to be some trainees who turned out to be mages when Templars started training orphans and volunteers so young, but he’d never met a mage – or Tranquil – who would ever admit to it. One would think they wouldn’t want those mages around at all, considering their inside knowledge. He pauses, another thought occurring to him. “Has anyone seen Orsino?” he asks the mages gathered between tents and the other interim structures.

“Here, Hawke,” the man himself answers, pushing through the crowd. One of the elf’s hands glows bright green where it’s wrapped over the nape of a vaguely-familiar middle-aged enchanter, pushing the man forward and then to his knees when they reach the space in front of Hawke and the others. Hawke blinks, taken aback by the roughness Orsino displays toward his fellow mage.

“Who’s this?” he asks before he can think better of it. Anders stands, wobbling a little on his feet before Hawke reaches out to steady him.

“Samuel Murray, of Starkhaven, if I remember correctly,” Anders rasps, his memory for names and faces always leagues beyond Hawke’s.

The man on his knees grimaces but it’s Orsino who replies, practically spitting in his anger.

“A spy!”

It takes a lot to convince Justice not to just end Murray right there when his crimes are laid bare for all to hear. Contacting Templars with one of their ravens, passing along the settlement’s location, defenses, and number of battle-ready mages all in the name of the Loyalists. Anders does nothing to stop Justice from reaching forward right in front of everyone and instead Hawke has to catch him by the arm.

“Justice, think,” he hisses. “If you kill him without arbitration, you become the one with all the power. That’s not the self-governance we’re fighting for.”

“He betrayed the cause, put everyone here in danger. He must die for his crimes,” Justice replies, not bothering to moderate his voice. The whole camp has assembled by this point, some already voicing their agreement, others muttering dissent but not openly shouting him down.

Hawke sighs, because he is just as angry, just as ready to strike the spy down where he stands for the harm he tried to bring down on those they swore to protect. But this is not the time, and playing sole judge and executioner in this situation would only hurt their cause in the long run.

It takes more whispered words and Hawke’s hand over the back of Justice’s neck in a soft parody of Orsino’s hand over Murray’s to get justice to calm enough to listen. The spirit subsides, lifting his chin as he and Anders gaze out over the gathered crowd.

“We will put it to a vote,” Anders says, angry and tired all in one. “Everyone past the age of majority gets a say.”

“Exile,” Justice finishes, “or execution.”

It comes so very close. Exile is not the ideal solution – all of them can see that, even the mages formerly of Starkhaven who were once Murray’s friends. They may drive him off, but the spy already carries so much information; their numbers, defenses, techniques, and location. The last is now a moot point – made apparent by the pile of fresh corpses settling by the gates – but it still settles uneasily with Hawke even as they escort the spy none-to-gently past the thorns.

Murray doesn’t curse them or attempt any magic. He merely glares, spitting at Anders’ feet then turning to walk away into the forest. If a thorny vine happens to lash out at his ankles as he passes, no one can be bothered to censure Merrill for it.

Life goes on – it has to. The older mages strip the Templar corpses of their weapons and armor, salvage cloth scraps and bits of leather while the younger ones are sent into the forest under supervision to gather wood for a pyre. As little respect as they have for their oppressors, no one would deny them the right to a sparse Andrastian funeral, if only to keep any spirits from resurrecting the corpses. The work is not quick; by the time all the armor is separated from weapons and clothing it is almost evening.

Orsino uses only one of his powerful fireballs to set the pyre alight. Hiding their location is a lost cause. Even if the nobles of Wildervale have yet to make a move for or against them, there is no doubt that they and everyone else will soon know where the free mages have taken shelter.

Hawke inspects the huge pile of scavenged metal then moves to join an exhausted Anders on a fallen log nearby. He doesn’t say anything as Anders leans into him with a ragged sigh. He can hear the clank and bustle of the evening meal being prepared beyond the wall, shouting as some of the children start to become lively again. There’s a low murmur of voices across the clearing where several men and women cluster together, watching the pyre with tight eyes and relaxed hands.

“I don’t want to leave them,” Anders mutters, turning his face into Hawke’s shoulder. Hawke doesn’t have to ask what he means.

“We have Ostwick to think about.”

“But what if the Templars attack again? Think what you will, Garrett, but you know the three of us can’t take on a circle alone.”

“So we take some of the better offensive mages with us, and leave the rest here. Merrill and her apprentices can defend the outside, the others can be safe behind the walls.” Hawke puts an arm over his shoulder, squeezing the thinner man against his side. “If all else fails, that Tranquil, what was her name-?”

“Elise.”

“Elise still has the skill to protect the young ones, Orsino can lead the rest. We’ll be gone three weeks at most, less if I can actually get my haste spell to work with yours. They’ll be fine.”

“You can’t know that.”

Hawke thinks for a long moment, silent as he looks over the churned earth and red pooling in what’s left of the battlefield. When Merrill regains her energy, she will take the earth mages into the clearing to turn over fresh dirt until every inch of blood and other viscera has disappeared.

“You could stay. I can take a handful of the enchanters with me, Ostwick is larger than Starkhaven, but I think we could-”

“No,” Anders almost yells, bolting upright, Justice writhing under his skin. “We will not see you parted from us, Garrett. You promised-”

Hawke grabs their hands and squeezes, trying to impart some comfort. “I know, love. But it’s either that or all three of us go. Unless you think we should leave Ostwick to its fate…?” It’s not a real question, but he has to ask.

Justice dies down, leaving Anders to shudder and close his eyes. “No. No, of course not.” A breath. “We’ll go, but…” he trails off, sighs, then gets to his feet, grabbing at Hawke as he goes. “I’m tired. Let’s sleep.”

Anders leads the way back through the gate to their tent, never once letting go of Hawke’s hand. The kittens are already curled up asleep, well-fed if the bulge of their tiny stomachs is anything to go by. Anders gives each a small stroke before he sits to take off his boots.

Hawke strips efficiently, neither of them speaking until they both lie under the covers, Anders tucked up against Hawke’s neck. He holds Anders close as tension slowly seeps out of the blond man’s body and his breath evens out.

They will leave the day after tomorrow, perhaps the day after that. There are more of their people out there, trapped and suffering – Hawke can only close his eyes and hope that the choice they make now is the best route to their lasting freedom.

Orsino hands them a letter. “They’ve called for the Rite in Ostwick. Thought you should know.” is scrawled across a piece of torn, dirty parchment.

“Fuck,” Hawke hisses.

“Raleigh Samson sent this?” Justice asks. Orsino’s correspondence with the man is well-known to them, one of the few ravens in their possession used almost exclusively for the Templar to pass information along. Hawke still doesn’t like it, but so far nothing the man’s sent has proven false.

Orsino nods, face twisting in anxiety. Hawke hands the parchment back to him before he destroys it with his clenching fists.

“We need to leave, now,” Anders says. “Tell those coming with to be ready within the hour. It’ll be a hard march, but we must hurry.”

Ostwick is a shitstorm from start to finish. After Starkhaven and Kirkwall itself, they should have anticipated the Templars’ preparation for their arrival.

The Rite is already under way.

They lose two of their own in the first hour. Another is gravely wounded and Hawke must stop their forward march to defend Anders as he heals the fallen man.

Templars come at them in waves, and when they eventually do reach the mages, one’s already given into temptation. Their form indistinguishable as human, rage demon lava eating through their skin as they attack anything that moves. It’s all a nightmare and honestly, Hawke could have gone his whole life without what they find in the apprentice quarters.

Row upon row of children, quietly stabbed or beheaded in their beds. A few managed to make it to the door before being cut down. Bile builds in his throat as Hawke uses magic to hook the nearest Templars closest to him and rip them apart at their necks. Behind him, Trevelyan begins retching over one of his students’ mangled bodies.

Of the Circle one-hundred and fifty mages strong, only sixty-four make it out alive. There are no children.

Not one Templar walks away.

The settlement welcomes them back with gates that bristle with thorns grown a deep red at the tips – and shining bands of steel laid into the rocks and trees that make up the walls. The walls themselves stand twice as high, now. Between that and the reinforcement of metal woven everywhere, it is easy to see that the free mages have not been idle in their absence. Hawke wonders for a moment where on Thedas they found all the metal such a work requires, but notices the piles of salvage from their battle are long-gone. Someone has figured out a use for all the discarded armor, it seems.

Elise meets them at the front, blank as ever but now with two daggers at her belt and, most surprising of all, decked out in armor instead of the typical robes worn by Tranquil. The armor bears no insignia – someone has beaten the sword of mercy out of the chestplate, leaving only slightly-dented metal behind. “You are back,” she observes when they get close enough, casting her eyes over their large party. “It is gratifying that you did not die, Keeper Merrill would be most upset.”

“Uh, thanks?” Hawke says, not really sure how to react to such a blunt remark.

“Have things been made ready for the new mages yet?” Anders cuts in, his voice tired. He’s not alone in that; the majority of the people behind them are dead on their feet, held up only by their staves or each other.

Elise nods. “Redthorne has been preparing for weeks. We have more than enough food and shelter for the moment.”

Hawke’s eyebrows go up, but it’s Anders who asks, anxiety leaking into his tone, “Redthorne? What is that? Something we need to know about?” Justice surfaces at the surge of emotion, but Elise only blinks back at them.

“It is the name of this settlement, as of thirteen days ago. After the Templar attack the week before, the gate’s color has shifted. Keeper Merrill suggested-”

“Wait, wait!” Hawke interrupts, alarm setting his hair on end. “Two weeks ago? We left the day after the Templars came, and that was three weeks ago!”

“There was another attack,” Elise responds, slowly, as if Hawke has suddenly lost the ability to comprehend Common. “They came in greater numbers, but the Keeper and First Enchanter Orsino led quite competently and no lives were lost on Redthorne’s side.”

There is a flash, Justice blazing so brightly that several of the Ostwick mages cry out in alarm, still unused to the spirit’s manifestations. “They dare,” he thunders. “After everything, how thoroughly we put them down, they dare to attack again so soon? Templars – we will end them all!” He is interrupted from his tirade by a rustle of the gates and Merrill’s clear, bell-like voice calling out.

“Hawke, Anders! Oh, Justice! I’m so glad to see you!” She flings herself at them, heedless of the danger an angry spirit represents as she hooks her arms around Justice and Hawke’s necks to pull them into a hug. Hawke can feel Justice go completely stiff beside him, but he neither protests nor lashes out against her, a testament to the control the spirit has gained over the years. “Feynriel visited my dreams to tell me what happened,” Merrill murmurs, voice low. “I’m so sorry. I hope we can make everyone feel welcome here.” She raises her voice, then. “Please everyone, come in! I’m Keeper Merrill. We’ve got hot food and bedding for anyone who needs it.”

Groans of happiness and relief echo through the clearing, and Hawke can only follow Merrill’s tugging as she leads everyone through the gates and into their new home.

It is, of course, Justice who notices Merrill is wounded. “You’re limping,” the spirit growls, stopping Merrill’s ongoing chatter about the settlement’s – Redthorne’s – growth over the past few weeks. Hawke is startled when the elf blushes to the tips of her ears.

“Ah, yes, you see, one of the Templars in the last attack landed a hit on my leg. Nothing to be concerned about, of course!” she says, waving her hand in a frantically dismissive fashion. “I'm afraid I’m just not as skilled at healing as Anders is, so I’ve been putting poultices on it. But there’s so much to do around here, I can’t possibly take the time to put it up.”

Justice is scowling fiercely now, looking at her legs as if he could make out the wound through her leggings. “What of your filthy blood magic, mortal? That is typically more than enough to keep enemies out of range.” It’s strange, to hear the spirit ask after blood magic – Hawke is treated to his disapproval of the art every time the topic is brought up, but over the years Merrill, Justice, and Anders have reached a tentative agreement wherein if blood magic utilizes only her own blood and that of their enemies and never for summoning demons or other nefarious deeds, the spirit and mage will accept her use of it. And now it appears to have failed her.

“One of the hunters had the Litany of…Adralla?” she bites her lip, looking away from them. “It stopped my blood magic before I could cast, then another caught me in a Silence. I don’t know what I would’ve done if Orsino weren’t there.”

Justice looks at her for a long moment, blaze-blue eyes unreadable. “We…are glad you are alright. Anders wishes to know if you will allow him to heal you?”

Merrill perks up immediately. “Oh, of course, if you’re not too tired? If you are, I can wait until you’ve rested, it’s really no problem-”

Hawke swears that the spirit rolls his eyes. “Come with us, I understand mortals have an aversion to taking off their lower clothing in public.”

Despite his bone-deep exhaustion, his mental fatigue in the face of what he witnessed at Ostwick, he can’t help but smile as two of his oldest friends walk away, becoming three when Anders comes to the forefront to chide Merrill for not taking care of herself properly.

Two people show up at Redthorne’s gate a week later – unarmed and unarmored, the man and woman wear homespun clothing and have naught but a nag carrying a few packs on its back between them.

“Please,” the woman says in a thick Northern brogue when Hawke and Anders step warily out to meet them. “We heard this was a refuge for mages from Kirkwall and Starkhaven. It’s just, is there any chance we could-” she tapers off, tears starting to stream down her travelworn face.

“It’s our son,” the man says, hugging the woman close to him. “He was taken when he was naught but eight. Do you…do you know if he’s with you? And if so, can we see him? Please, serah.”

Before Hawke or Anders can speak, a small, stuttering voice calls from behind the gate. “Mum? …Da?”

The woman’s head snaps up, her face breaking out in an expression of such pure joy that her tears may as well not be there. “Elan? Oh, it’s you!” Running footsteps sound behind them, and Hawke turns just in time to see Merrill’s male apprentice, barely a teenager, dart past him and throw himself into his parents’ arms. “Maker, oh Maker. My baby boy. I thought I’d never see you again, I’m so happy,” the woman says, before she begins to sob. It’s only when Elan turns to look at Anders, his eyes pleading, that Hawke realizes the crowd behind the gate is silent – as if holding their collective breaths.

“Please, Serah Anders. Can- can they stay?”

And what else can Anders do but smile and agree.

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