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upsidedownwithsteve · 2 months

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A soulmate AU: Steve Harrington x fem!reader [2.6K]

THE TIMELINE

“Love is born into every human being; it calls back the halves of our original nature together; it tries to make one out of two and heal the wound of human nature. Each of us, then, is a ‘matching half’ of a human whole…and each of us is always seeking the half that matches him.”

- Aristophanes, Plato’s Symposium.

I. ATHENS, GREECE: 8TH CENTURY BC

The gods were angry.

Or so you’d heard. It started with whispers. Murmurs from the town and its people. Rumours spread across Athens the same way the breeze did at the start of summer. They said the gods were angry, furious.

How could the mortals be so silly? How could they possibly rile their gods like this? Again?

Stupid humans, foolish humans.

You didn’t understand.

But then one morning before the sun rose, you awoke to a reddened sky and a heavy wind, a storm brewing over the horizon, a dark mass you could see above the sea from your bedroom window. Preachers took to the streets then, standing on the cobbles with bells ringing above their heads, warning every person listening about the end of times. It had happened before, they said, their faces masks of horror. It was happening again.

The gardens all died, grass turning black, crops to dust, life fleeing from the ocean as Poseidon uprooted the seafloor, waves crashing against the cliff's edge. Athens turned to decay, colour slipping from the world as the gods ruled over it from the skies and sea. A punishment fit for the crime, the elders said, telling stories at the marketplace, of how their own grandparents had once been born together, joined at the heart, four arms and four legs.

One soul.

They said Zeus came from Olympus, that he’d crashed down to earth riding a bolt of lightning and he ripped the mortals apart. They said it was a bloodshed, rivers of red running through the plazas, wells turning thick like tar.

Zeus cursed everyone, you heard. Your kind had been getting too prideful, too full of ego and greed and want for more. The gods feared an uprising, they sat on their thrones and they resented to power you all craved.

So they did something about it.

With their wounds left to heal on their own over months and years, each half of a mortal was thrown to different corners of the earth, destined to spend the rest of their lives searching for the other half of their soul.

It seemed nothing more than a fable, a horror story for children, something you would never have believed. Soulmates? Someone made just for you? An impossible notion, you were sure you would have once thought, if you hadn’t already met yours.

He was at the forge when the first bolt of lightning hit the ground.

The concrete split and temples on the cliff sides shook, the tiles on each home shattering as they fell. You heard people yelling from your garden as the ground shuddered and an eerie quiet followed. A hollow silence, a calm before a storm and then something else hit the ground too.

Bigger, heavier, more powerful.

You dropped your basket and ran.

Still barefoot, you left the sodden clothes on the grass and fled, passing the sanctuary of your home, the temples beyond the rivers, the forests that came before the sea. You ran to the plaza, through the marketplace that was buzzing with fear, shoulders burning with pain as you slammed your way past everyone who ran against you. You were battling a tidal wave of townsfolk, each one crying and yelling.

You heard shouts of Titans! Furies!

People yelled out names they once didn’t dare whisper, each word said like a curse. Cronus, Crius, Oceanus, Thea. Standing on the marble steps of the Parthenon, a preacher in guided robes had blood running down the side of his face, a cut on his head matting his greying hair. He was ashen, clutching at his scribes and shouting at the frenzied crowd below.

“Tartarus has risen!” He yelled, “the gates of Hades have opened and we, foolish mortals, shall pay for our sins! The father of gods shall come for us, he shall feast upon thy flesh and bone and—”

The preacher's harrowing words were cut off abruptly as another crack in the earth opened up. The shining marble split and the man fell through, the world itself swallowing him whole. You didn’t have time to react more than a strangled cry coming from somewhere deep in your chest. You clasped your hand to your mouth, fearing you’d lose your breakfast, that you’d become too dizzy to keep moving.

The ocean was growing closer, too tall waves and swirling, dark pools buried into its depths. Ships were being sucked under, their white sails the last thing you saw before they were swallowed by Poseidon’s fury. A golden chariot raced down from the sky, sparks flying in the air as it landed on the roof of the Acropolis. More marble shattered and Ares, the god of war, had landed on earth to do his duty.

By the time you reached the forge, the plaza was running red, just like the elders had said it would. The bronzed statue of Hephaestus that guarded the entrance to the blacksmiths had come to life, the god himself taking its form as he spewed fire across the village, molten heat and steel dripping from his large hands, coal crumbling at his feet. The air smelled like ash, like fire and death.

As you searched for him - your other half - eyes wide and frantic, your chest heaving, Hades stood in the shadows across the cobbled road. Inky black dripped from him, from his robes, his skin, his mouth. He looked ghoulish until he stepped into what was left of the daylight, a trick of the sun turning his gaunt face handsome. He grinned at you, each tooth pointed and sharp and he held out a hand. A pomegranate was placed in his palm, the fruit cracked open and the ruby seeds spilling out of it like tiny jewels. He beckoned you, a voice in your head whispering, silky, sultry, full of promises that couldn’t be real.

Surely eternal damnation was better than a fate like this?

You moved, your body not your own, one foot in front of the other, your hand outstretched. Images flashed through your head, dark swirls of three headed dogs, rivers made of souls and gates of bones. But when they opened, there was a garden, more beautiful than the ones in Athens, with their marble pillars and fountains that led into ponds. In this garden, temples stood gleaming and tall, with maidens dancing amongst rose bushes, naked and with hair to their waists. They waved to you, more scarlet coloured fruit held in their hands and they were laughing, singing, pulling you closer--

Another bolt of lightning - bigger and louder and brighter than before - hit the ground and the maidens disappeared. The god of the underworld grinned once more before he stepped back into the shadows and turned to smoke, melting into the bloodied ground.

Zeus had landed in Athens.

And you couldn’t find Steve.

Steve Harrington, son of the town’s head blacksmith, was tending to the forge when the first god came to earth. He’d left you in bed, the threadbare sheets around you still warm, your skin littered with his leftover kisses, marks from his greedy fingers the night before. The sky had been scarlet when he walked across the plaza and in the far distance, a plume of smoke rose from what seemed like the ocean. The Methana volcano was simmering, waiting, spewing fumes of gas and dust.

A warning.

The forge cracked when Zeus arrived, the bricks splitting along with the forge floor, cobbles and bricks turning to rubble under the men’s feet. Fire and coal tumbled from the cast iron cages, half made swords of burning steel falling at their feet. The sky above rumbled, the windows shattering as bolts of lightning hit the land and people screamed, torturous sounds that made Steve run blindly out into the plaza.

Some were kneeling, their heads bent and their palms open to the sky, to the gods. A sacrifice that was ignored. Others ran, diving into buildings that immediately fell on top of them and Steve watched in horror as people dropped before him, falling like sacks, crumpled to the ground as they clutched their chests in agony. They called out their lovers' names, their voices hoarse, pleading, desperate and all at once, a crowd surged behind Steve, carrying him with them, his shoulders burning at the momentum.

He had to find you.

The market was in ruins, once fresh vegetables and fruits now smashed into the concrete, the smell of baked bread hidden under burning embers. Panicked horses fled their owners and carts, almost knocking Steve to the ground as they tried to escape the carnage. The sea level was rising, the shadows of boat sails towering over marble buildings, the hulls of ships teetering closer to pillars that once held the statues of the gods now seeking revenge. Steve had been raised to honour them, to covet them, to fear them.

And he’d never felt as scared as he did when he spotted you across the square, eyes wide and not yet finding his, your gaze too trained on the statue of Aphrodite that was crashing down too close to you. The white marble hit the floor and shattered, sending clouds of dust and dirt into the already smoke filled air and you disappeared from Steve’s sight once more.

Panic flooded him, a fear like no other and suddenly the gods that reigned from the seas and skies didn’t seem as terrifying anymore.

He yelled your name, choking on the fumes from the fires that had started to rage all around, Hephaestus riding a cloud of black coals and burning embers as he let fire pour from his palms and open mouth, a gaping maw of molten lava that dripped from and melted everything and everyone it touched. Steve flung himself to the ground to avoid the flames, crawling desperately forward before he caught himself and began to run again, hissing as the gaps in his shoes filled with shards of broken stone. Red poured from the soles of his feet but he didn’t think anything could hurt as much as the thought of losing you.

Again, he screamed for you, the letters of your name hitching in his throat, scratching like glass and more people tore in front of his path, running from the destruction. Bodies fell before him, couples forever trapped in a lovers embrace, their faces hidden in each other's chests. They became one again, four arms, four legs, two faces.

Joined at a heart that was no longer beating.

Steve didn’t want to die without you.

He found you in the rubble as Zeus moved closer, a grey and white shadow of a man, a huge hulking figure that didn’t seem real. He didn’t look like his marble castings, the statues that were gilded with gold leaf. He wore no olive laurel on his head, he bore no kind smile nor gentle eyes. Instead he held bolts of lightning in his hands like swords, like spears, throwing them at his victims with cruel precision.

A storm followed him, bigger than anything Steve had ever seen before. It turned the red clouds above the god purple and black, an inky slurry of darkness and electricity crackled between spaces. The air buzzed and Steve’s skin prickled, the static making his ripped and bloodied shirt cling to his damp chest.

Poseidon had finally shown himself, emerging from the waves, his skin a sickly green, his eyes darker than the deepest depths of the sea he came from. He held a triton, seaweed hanging from its points, his body scarred and battered from the horrors he created in the oceans. He seemed too big, a giant, an almost titan and rain poured from Zeus’ purple clouds as he advanced onto Athens.

Steve saw your arm, a limp hand from beneath a pile of stone and he cried as he lifted each piece of what was once Aphrodite. The marble face of the goddess of love smiled warmly at him and it felt mocking, it felt like an arrow to the chest.

You were still alive, barely awake, nose dripping blood and a slice across your forehead that narrowly missed your eye. You cried when Steve pulled you free, his strong arms wrapped around your torso and you clung to him, barely daring to look at the horrors that surrounded you. He smelled like smoke and fire and the metal sting of blood, but under it all, there was something like home that still lay on his skin.

He seemed frantic, calling your name over and over until you nodded and said his back, like it was only upon hearing your voice that he believed you were alive. Steve sat amongst the debris of Aphrodite and held you, your weak frame pulled into his lap and he cradled you there, your head on his shoulder and your arms around his neck.

You weren’t sure what you coveted more fiercely, the young man or your last breath.

A shadow lingered nearby, listening to the soft murmurs you shared the pretty lies you both needed to hear as you told each other it would be okay. Hades stood close, statuesque and with black plumes at the bottom of his dark robes, a midnight blue cast over his skin. He looked like he’d never been close to looking human. He held a timepiece in one hand, a golden thing that ticked too loudly and he grinned at you and Steve, watching, waiting as two creatures by his feet held scrolls of names. They were made od nothing kind, created from bone and other people’s spines, their too long tails and forked tongues that flickered over the skin of the dead as they sent their souls below.

Steve knew he’d fight a god before he let them take you.

But he didn’t get such the luxury of battling for his lover. Zeus moved closer still, rain pouring harder, electricity making his hair stand on end. The father of gods himself stood tall before you both, his eyes as white as his long hair and beard. Nothing about him softened as he gazed down at you both intertwined, blood from each other staining your lover's skin.

Steve pulled you closer, his hand cupping the nape of your neck as he pushed your face to his throat, shielding you, protecting you. You clung to him tighter, hands fisting in the rags of his old shirt and you wondered if you’d ever get to see him again. If this life was it, if this was all you were allowed.

The two of you in the ruins of Athens, the goddess of love shattered at your feet. Four legs, four arms, two faces, one soul. Connected by a heart that seemed weaker than ever in the presence of something cruel.

Silence came before the crack, the world stilling, Athens at peace. You found solace in Steve, your nose pressed to his neck as you held onto him, praying for something painless. You pushed two kisses to his skin then, the side of his throat that seemed to make your lips fizz and Steve sucked in a breath, his lips at your temple, cherishing the last touch he got of you.

“I love you,” Steve whispered and his voice cracked on each word. Tears from his eyes stream the dirt on his face, running rivers down your cheek until they mixed with your own. “I’ll find you again. In the next life, and the next again. I prom—”

A bolt of lightning, so hot it felt frozen, struck the breath of space between your chests. Something inside of you cracked then, ribs splintering as the weapon found your heart and you couldn’t feel Steve’s arms around you anymore.

You couldn’t feel anything.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington smut #Steve Harrington fanfiction #Steve Harrington fanfic #Steve Harrington oneshot

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cubbyyyy · 22 days

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Okay my hopes and dreams for TSC before it comes out:

jean being grumpy af the first few weeks with the trojans. He can't take their brightness nor kindness and is just in a constant state of wtf??

jeremy being a lil sunshine boy. He sure will have some story to his character but I really hope it's not too fucked up, I can imagine him having a primary postive mindset, leaving jean dumbfounded all the time

jeremy and jean constantly moving tgt the first few weeks bc of the ravens fucked up duo-system (which is still in jeans head), at first it's a little obligatory for jeremy to make jean feel more save in the team but later on he just wants to be with him constantly

new friendships. I'm probably the most excited for the new characters because it's been a while since we got new characters from nora and yeah I love her characters (most of the time)

jean and renee friendship

jean and kevin. I'm ready for that angst.

at least one scene where jeremy calms jean down

I don't need to see much more of the foxes (I know for some a sin but I'm content with all the content we got about them already so i'm more excited for the new characters) BUT I truly NEED at least one scene where jean or jeremy are seeing andreil and be like "huh, that's love" or whatever else. Just a little acknowledgment of andreil as a couple since i'm always a sucker for that

oh i'm excited about the thea scene as well. I'm torn between wanting the scene to be with kevin or not. Bc on one hand i wanna see more of the kevin/thea dynamic but on the other I want to see her individually

I think that's it.

#tsc #the sunshine court #jean moreau #jeremy knox #jerejean #kevjean #andreil #renee #kevin day #thea muldani #kevthea #aftg #nora sakavic

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longlostzoldyck · 2 years

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better together

✦megumi fushiguro x f!reader

✦910 words, mdni, all characters are aged up

✦warnings/tags: smut, dom!megumi, oral+fingering(f receiving), unprotected sex (don't do it, please protect your privates:), daddy kink, excessive use of petnames (angel, little girl, princess, etc)

✦summary: after months of not seeing each other, megumi and you finally get some much needed alone time

✦notes: im sorry for being so inactive, i was quite honestly really burnt out and couldn't get myself to finish any of the fics i started. instead i started something new and i hope to actually finish one of those fics sometime within the next century. hope you enjoy xx thea

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"gumi!," your breathless moans were music to megumi's ears as he stuffed his tongue into your cunt.

his fingers dug into your thighs as gumi got more drunk on your essence. he had missed you and your taste and was desperate to feel you and love you live he had wanted to for months.

long distance is quite frankly a bitch. gumi was mostly gone on missions while you did another semester of university. hence it meant it had been a painful five months since you last saw each other.

every time you reunited it was explosive. all that pent up passion, adoration, and lust bubbled over from one moment to another and you were already half naked on top of each other. gumi's pretty face had always been your favorite seat.

one of megumi's hands trailed up your body to rest on one of your breasts. his slender fingers instantly had your shuddering as he played with your nipples, tugging and tweaking them until they came to a point.

despite the time apart gumi easily played your body like a fine instrument. he knew you were close bu your pretty little gasps and whines.

"pretty little girl...," he whispered drawing your attention back to him as he sloppily licked and sucked your swollen clit. "taste so fucking good."

his voice came out so low it was practically sinful. despite your best efforts your thighs squeezed around his head tighter, drawing a proud smile from your beloved megumi.

"angel, wanna give daddy your mess?"

you moaned out lout in response nodding your head quickly. the approaching orgasm already had you losing your words which was never good enough for dear megumi, ever the perfectionist. his lips abandoned your clit, instead biting down on your soft thighs.

"i know you can use your words, angel," he whispered slowly licking over his bites as you hopelessly tried to grind on his face.

"daddy please... need to give you my mess so bad," you barely even finished your plea before gumi's lips wrapped back around your clit.

"good girl," he moaned against your cunt. it was the last ounce of praise you needed to push you over the edge. "there she is... my good girl."

gumi's skilled little mouth left you seeing stars as your orgasm rocked your body. gumi continued to suck and lick his prize eagerly still holding your body up with his steady grip on your hips.

"daddy...," you giggled squirming against his face, pussy too sensitive after your orgasm.

"you know i can't help but always want more, princess," he replies, then pressing one more soft kiss on your pussy before pulling you close to him.

your lips finally met once again in a tender kiss. you moaned against megumi's lips when you tasted yourself on him, sliding your tongue into his mouth for more. without even realizing it you started rocking your body against his, already needing him again.

"princess," he groaned against your lips, completely drunk off his favorite little.

"daddy...," you said in a teasing tone.

gumi responded your cute little teasing by flipping you over and caging your body under his. a large smile covered your face as megumi pumped his cock in his hands, resting it just aside from your dripping pussy. you were both desperate to feel each other closer. hand in hand, fingers intertwined he finally slid his cock inside you, slowly pushing in every inch.

"fuck baby, feel so good," gumi whispered in your ear before pulling out his cock and slamming all the way back in.

gumi set a relentless pace, unable to hold back any more. your nails scratched down his back as he kept pounding into you at a mind numbing rate. all you could focus on was each other, nothing else in the world mattered. the bed could cave under you two and megumi wouldn't be able to stop needing to feel you both reach your high together.

gumi slid a hand down your body to play with your clit, only to find your little fingers already happily playing. he chuckles into your neck, licking up his bites and hickeys, his pace not faltering for a single moment.

"let daddy help, angel," he says softly as his fingers intertwined with yours as he guides you to play with your clit.

"daddy...," you whined so close to your orgasm you could cry.

"i know angel. i know," he punctuated every word with harsher thrusts drawing breathless little gasps from you. "just a little more angel. daddy's got you."

your pussy fluttered around his cock, as you dug your nails into his back. his eyes finally met yours and with a simple nod you knew he was close too and with a couple of more thrusts, you were coming undone together.

he clutched on to you as he filled your pussy up, jamming his cock even deeper inside of you as you shared in your bliss. his lips found yours in a soft but messy kiss, almost breathing life back into you after such an intense orgasm.

his soft touch and kisses slowly welcomed back to reality as you settled in his arms happily. for the first time in months you fell asleep in each other's arms, big smiles adorning your faces. you always slept well with megumi, but you slept even better with his cock still snug inside you, knowing you would wake up to even more fun.

#megumi smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #megumi fushiguro smut #fushiguro megumi smut #megumi x reader #fushiguro megumi x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk fic #megumi fushiguro x reader #megumi fushiguro fic #smut

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frosty-the-killer-doll · 5 months

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everybody say congrats on the autism to sin

#their actor got the diagnosis the day the strike ended too 😭#cindy simone #sin simone #sara lance #roy harper #thea queen #arrow #arrow cw #cw arrow #bex taylor klaus #bex also has depression and adhd which ofc means sin does too. the depressed audhd that is sin...

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luvistqrzzz · 9 months

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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 super shy — 006 — dumb but in a cute way ( ignore timestamps !! ) written: 0.2k warnings- math, reader thinking niki is dumb but she doesnt mean it in a bad way dw

'so, we'll start off with the basics...' you said, turning over the mathematics textbook, trying hard to not get distracted. before meeting riki, you actually had to put your delusional self behind and focus on actually tutoring him.

and til now, much to your surprise, you were doing a pretty... good job.

riki fidgeted in his seat, twirling the pen in his hand and looking around the quiet coffee shop. you were surprised when he introduced you to this small but really cute cafe. it wasn't even that crowded.

it could almost feel like a date if it weren't for the pages scattered before you (ok, y/n, hold your horses).

'now, tell me the basic formulae of trignometry.' 'the what-?!' he pushed himself from the seat, sitting up straight.

'uh, you know, the three basic formulae we have with sin, cos and tan', you tried explaining yourself. 'we learnt it last year', you moved your hands in an attempt to make him understand.

however, riki's face remained as clueless as ever. you sighed internally. you knew studies wasn't his best thing but...

you nodded, 'so, we begin with the very very basics. i'll- we'll get through it'. the poor boy muttered, 'i'm sorry...'

'it's okay!' it was not.

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summary- as if bribing people with pringles to vote for him as class prez wasn't enough, riki had to get respectable amount of grades to really contest in it. so, what happens when a hopeless riki approaches you, his quiet shy classmate whose painfully crushing on him, to tutor him? will you take his offer to finally shoot your shot?

genre- smau with written parts, classmates to lovers, crush!niki, fluff, pinch of angst maybe, high school!au, shy girl x popular boy kinda, tutor!reader (cliche ikkk)

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an- honestly i dont blame niki, i hate trignometry sm,,, ok but why do my written smau chapters suck, this is so bad 🤢🤢

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thealogie · 3 months

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thea your macbeth blogging has tempted me so far into sin (looking up plane tickets to london) that i brought it up in therapy and confessed i was having carnal urges (waking up at 5am to get week ahead tickets) and my therapist was like “hey it sounds like you probably *could* scrimp and save enough! and if so you should totally do this!” GIRL DON’T I PAY YOU TO CURB MY VIOLENT IMPULSES?? i felt like fleabag she literally pulled a “you already know what you’re going to do” on me ksjdhfkl

Hey sometimes therapy is about your therapist going “why not do this thing that would make you happy and ultimately not harm your overall financial future? What’s wrong with wanting to do something? Just because you want it really badly why is it bad?” And sometimes that therapist is right

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dalishious · 11 months

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Started a new game of DA:I replaying with my Trevelyan, and been thinking about his timeline a lot. So I put it into something concrete.

Pre-Birth –Royce Trevelyan has an affair with an elven servant of his estate, named Thea. Thea becomes pregnant, but when she tells Royce that the child is his, he refuses to believe her.

Age 0 – Thea gives birth to Alec in the summer of 9:16.

Age 3 – Alec at this point begins to show undeniable resemblance to Royce—most notably the iconized Trevelyan grey eyes—and rumours begin spreading through the estate. The rumours make their way to Estella, Royce’s wife, who demands the truth from her husband. Royce admits to the affair, but despite Estella’s attempts to convince him, still refuses to accept the child into the household.

Age 5 – The Hundred Days Cough has a minor break-out and spreads like wildfire through Ostwick’s lower class. Thea becomes deathly ill and brings her son to the Trevelyan estate, where she passionately begs the lord and lady to take care of her son. Royce is still resistant to the idea, but Estella goes against her husband’s wishes and promises to do so, forcing Royce to finally acknowledge his child as a Trevelyan. Alec’s elder siblings, Edwin and Valeria, are quick to love him.

Age 7 – Stricken with fatigue, dizzy spells, increasingly pale skin and notable delayed growth, Alec’s parents call upon Chantry healers to assess him. Alec is diagnosed with weak blood, (in modern terms, anemia,) and is put on a strict died of rich foods to try and counter his genetic inability to properly absorb iron, and ordered to spend more time under sunlight.

Age 10 – Alec’s magic manifests itself for the first time, when he sets a tree in the courtyard on fire. Royce is disgusted, calling Alec a sin against the Maker, but Estella’s reaction is even worse; she believes there must be a way to “fix” him. Estella subjects Alec to every superstitious “cure” for magic she can find, including submerging him in water until he almost drowns several times. After two months, Royce finally calls the templars to take Alec away to the Ostwick Circle. Alec is just relieved to be done with his family’s torture.

Age 13 – It doesn’t take long for Alec to realize the Ostwick Circle has its own forms of cruelty. Its reputation as a “sedate” Circle is achieved through authoritarian control by the templars, scaring mages into obedience. Alec excels at his magical studies though, and is favoured by all his mentors because of this. Everyone believes it is enough to keep him out of trouble. At this point though, Alec’s weak blood has worsened without the expensive diet and sun he was prescribed.

Age 15 – Alec receives a letter from Estella notifying him that his elder brother Edwin has died in a skirmish with Tal-Vashoth, while travelling home from his visit to Kirkwall. When the Circle refuses to grant him permission to return home for the funeral, Alec successfully escapes. Edwin’s funeral is interrupted by a swarm of templars who arrest Alec. They escort him back to the Circle, where to make an example for the others, beat him in front of the other apprentices. Alec’s fury against the Circles of Magi is born.

Age 18 – Alec undergoes his Harrowing, where he is confronted by a rage demon that makes promises to grant the power to burn Ostwick’s Circle to the ground. Alec is very familiar with fighting off rage demons at this point though, and is able to draw the willpower necessary to deny it. He passes the test, becoming a full-fledged mage of the Circle.

Age 20 – Alec becomes involved in Circle politics, fed up with the lack of Libertarian representation at Ostwick. He vocalizes his advocacy for a Circle free of the Templar Order. On one hand, this frequently earns him punishment, but on the other, encourages other mages to come out of their terrified shells as well. Thanks to Alec, the number of Libertarians at Ostwick grows into a validated voice.

Age 24 – When the Mage-Templar conflict breaks out, Alec attempts to pressure the Ostwick Circle out of its official stance of neutrality. However, most mages are still too afraid to stand against the Templar Order, who have basically turned to holding them hostage to prevent more mages from joining the fight—they see this as a mercy, as opposed to just killing them all. Tensions run high, and Alec is put in solitary confinement for two weeks simply for being late to get back to his quarters after curfew.

Age 25 –Divine Justinia calls for a conclave at the Temple of Sacred Ashes in Ferelden, to try and put an end to the Mage-Templar conflict. As local leader of the former Libertarians, Alec is among a small group of mages from Ostwick to attend. The events of Dragon Age: Inquisition begin.

#dragon age #dai #trevelyan #alec trevelyan #my tragic baby #art #abuse tw

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