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fereldenshero · 1 year

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hi mars ^_^ im thinking 24 + amylex OR 20 + jam ..whichever ur heart desires

blossoming romance prompts ♥ 24. attempting to find out if they are single/available

(omg hai parker >_< these r both so wonderful but the amylex STRUCK ME with such a wonderous vision. i hope u enjoy some pre canon SILLY NONSENSE 💞)

"Do you think she's single?" Alex suddenly asks in the middle of a study session with Jay at the library. He taps his pen (the one that has been used to write exactly zero notes down for the last hour) against his chin, either purposefully or incidentally ignores the glare Jay levels at him from his seat across from Alex. He's perched horribly awkwardly in his chair, Alex notes when he stops looking away pensively.

"Who?" Jay asks, staring back down at the textbook he has laid out in front of him. Alex can almost feel the annoyance rolling off of him in waves. He finds it vaguely amusing.

"Amy," Alex says, as if it's the most obvious fact in the world. Jay huffs and rolls his eyes, and Alex throws a nearby eraser at him in response. "I'm serious! She's so pretty and nice and funny, there's like... No way, right?"

Jay rolls his eyes again, and Alex swears he's going to get his eyes stuck in the back of his head one of these days from just how often he does so. "I don't know and I don't care, man. I thought you invited me here to study, not talk about girls."

Alex snorts and finally looks down at his long since abandoned textbook. "We can do both. You seriously don't know?"

Jay lets out some sort of exasperated noise and shrugs. "Why don't you go ask her yourself? If anyone's gonna know, it's her. I don't even talk to her, man."

Alex makes some sort of thoughtful noise, taps his chin with his pen again. He supposes Jay is right, as much as he's not exactly thrilled at the idea. Thinking about Amy is a lot easier than talking to her — he's spoken to her a handful of times in their shared gen ed courses, but he always feels like he ends those interactions making a great fool out of himself in front of her. He supposes he's going to have to learn to get over that if he wants any semblance of a chance with her, though, so he nods resolutely to himself before finally allowing himself to turn his attention fully to his classwork for the first time today.

ʚ♡ɞ

It's a few weeks before Alex actually gets the courage to speak to Amy. He hadn't actually planned to do it that day, but the words had stumbled out of him. Amy had been late to class that day, a rare occurrence for someone usually so punctual. She had arrived in a flustered tizzy, sneaking into the back of the lecture hall and choosing the first seat she saw — which, of course, was the seat right next to Alex. He tried not to stare at her openly as she got her things out of the bag slung over her shoulder as quietly as possible.

"Hey," Amy suddenly whispers, and when Alex feels the heat of her body leaning into him slightly, he knows she's talking to him. He's distantly aware that his face is probably bright red. "Do you have a pen I can borrow?"

"Are you single?" Alex asks instead of answering, and his eyes promptly go as wide as dinner plates. Amy's eyes go wide too, and Alex thinks it's wishful thinking to hope that he's not imagining her face going red. He coughs, cringing terribly at himself as he goes digging in his backpack on the floor underneath his chair instead of acknowledging... any of this. He pulls out a pen after a minute of fumbling and shakily hands it to her, dutifully looks away from her face. He doesn't think he can bear to look at her face right now in fear that there'll be any sign of contempt in her eyes (the most beautiful shade of blue. He thinks he would gladly get lost in them).

Amy takes the pen with hushed gratitude, and Alex's whole body jolts with the way their fingers just barely brush together. He wants to hit his head against the table in front of him, feeling terribly mortified at just how easily she seems to effect him without even meaning to. He doesn't think any of this is what Jay had in mind when he had told Alex to just ask her himself.

Alex is just about to resign himself to a permanently Amyless life when suddenly there's a scrap of paper being quietly slid onto the desk in front of him. He looks down at it with wide eyes, half expecting it to be some sort of angry note written by Amy for being so awkward and clueless, but he's extremely pleasantly surprised to see a phone number along with a note that says yes i am :P i'd love to hang out with you. He finally chances a glance back over at Amy, only to find her dutifully paying attention to their professor with the prettiest little smile on her face. Alex can't help the way a smile spreads onto his own face as he stares back down at the note. He neatly folds it up and puts it in the pocket of his jacket with the decision to text her the moment he gets home. He distantly thinks he'll have to come up with a much cooler story to tell his friends how he managed to get Amy's phone number, but for now, the excitement is too much for him to focus on anything but the smile on Amy's face and the note sitting heavy in his pocket.

#amy walters #alex kralie #amylex #marble hornets #they r so sweet and sillay smiles #hope u LOVE THIS. i love alex being awkward and weird and infatuated #amy is also an awkward weirdgirl to me but shes less awkward than alex. godbless #im considering this my birthday gift to alex . Congrats king u are acquiring a girlfrand #idr what my fic tag was erm #lovely writes #goin with that yay #parker tag

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now-im-a-belieber · 3 years

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omg can i please get "im gonna marry you one day" with george luz OR "you pretend that you dont know me in front of your(our) friends" with joe liebgott

whichever you want! tysm 💖💖

prompt: "im gonna marry you one day"

george luz x reader

a/n: i present to you some mediocre george luz fluff with only a LITTLE angst. to make up for my last atrocity lol. this is a feat for me, as the self proclaimed queen of sadness.

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The first time he said so, you thought it was a joke. George was always joking. Always trying to get a reaction from you, whether it be a bright laugh or a mortified warning whisper. You were the best kind of friends.

It was after helping him home at the end of a very long night, when George was more exhausted than tipsy. So you shoved him toward his sofa and untied his shoes. And just as you grabbed your coat and turned to leave, he said...

"You're too good. I'm gonna have to marry you one day."

His tired mumbles died out almost exactly as his head hit the throw pillow. And when you turned with a blush you saw he was already asleep where you'd left him, but that same mischievous grin remained on his face.

It had to be a joke. So you didn't think a thing of his comment, besides the come back you were going to have to throw his way, come morning.

That's how the two of you worked. Batting ideas between your wits until one or both of you were doubled over with laughter and the night was through.

He'd been a good friend. He'd been a generous soul. A watchful eye. A listening ear. He'd been there for you, and stayed that way.

So you'd come to know George well. Whether either of you cared to admit it or not, there was an unspoken, inexplicable bond between the two of you. He was the first person you'd call should disaster strike. The last person you wanted to sit through a movie with, but the person whose commentary you missed most when it was just you in front of the telly.

He was always joking. And whether or not he succeeded in getting you to giggle, he was laughing all the while. But there were those rare moments, when the two of you would talk like the world was ending. Trading dire secrets or genuine apologies.

So when the second time he said it, you knew it wasn't a joke.

There you stood at the platform, the roaring of an approaching train growing louder with each thud of your heart. You wouldn't let yourself think of why you stood here, or where George was about to head off too. You couldn't imagine what horrors might dull his brightness. You shuddered to imagine the glimmer in George's eye being blown away. So you thought further ahead.

"You better make it back here before too long." You shrugged, reaching out to straighten George's collar. You didn't know how to say you'd miss him.

He grabbed your hand, to dismiss your pestering, you thought. But he didn't let go. George just held on, letting his eyes dart from your intertwined fingers, back to meet your own gaze. And then he sucked in a breath, and said...

"I've gotta make it back. I'm gonna marry you one day."

It wasn't some witty call back to the time he'd said so before. He really meant it. You could tell by the softness in his usually impish smile. And the way his eyes desperately searched yours.

And then just like that, his hand left yours, and George was stepping onto the train.

How dare he, you thought, leave you with such weighted words without time to ask why he'd said them. Without time to swat his arm and curse at the way he made your heart rate multiple.

George waved from the door of the train before an impatient usher shooed him to find his seat. You just barely heard as he replied "Alright I'm goin', I'm goin'."

And you tried to pretend that wasn't the last thing you heard him say. You tried to imagine he wouldn't be gone long. And you tried to imagine what life would be like once he returned.

You headed back to the way things were. But nothing was the same with George gone.

And even when you finally heard from him, it wasn't at all as comforting as you hoped it might've been. He wrote little. And asked more of you than he said of himself. He asked for updates about local goings-on. Asked you to tell him how his family seemed, despite having been in touch with them all the same.

You wrote back, answering all his questions and daring to ask a few vague inquiries of your own. You danced around the subject of what he said to you. And he never directly responded to your subtle hints.

But despite having heard George say what he said with your own ears, you decided after a while that he couldn't have been serious. Rarely was he. But often did you let your own thoughts blow things out of proportion. That had to be what was going on, now...

So you stopped wondering, on paper at least. You kept your many frequent thoughts of George to yourself. And you tried not to worry about when you'd hear from him again, or the fact that he had less to say each time.

You just answered all of his usual questions about the state of your hometown and secretly dreamed of the day you got to stroll through it together again. You never knew when his next letter would come. Sometimes months would pass with nothing but dust filling your mailbox. And years had passed since this new discombobulated routine had become normal.

But still, everyday you heard the postman swing open the gate at the end of your path, you eagerly hurried to fetch the mail.

When you heard that sure scuffle of the postman approaching the porch steps that led to your post box, you dusted your hands of a day's work and scurried toward the door.

But, as you approached, a knocking gave you pause. The postman never knocked. You took a beat to smooth your wrinkled clothes before answering the door you were near opening anyway.

At first, it seemed no one was there. Then you looked down to find George Luz on one knee.

"You're home!" You gasped taking in the sight of him. The swoop of his unusually long hair. The grin on his face and that same old glimmer in his eye. You'd never seen it shine brighter, in fact.

Your favourite friend reached for your hands and held them as he did at the train station; like he really meant too.

"I told you I'd be back to marry you one day. Wanna make it soon?"

All your second guesses and dismissive thoughts flew out the window as you threw yourself to meet George where he knelt in your doorway. His arms wrapped around you in time to save you from crashing to the porch, and his huff of stunned laughter was like music to your ears. You wrapped your arms around his neck and held on tight to prove you weren't dreaming.

"Is that a yes or are you trying to strangle me for taking so long to properly ask?" He quipped

"Both!" You cried, burying your face in his neck and marvelling over how familiar this was. How all the time that had passed so miserably slow without George seemed like no time at all, now.

"Well, we'd better go do the damn thing before you deprive me of too much oxygen." George insisted, holding you closer all the same.

"What, right now?" You chuckled, leaning back to search George's gaze. He was as beautiful as ever. Just as wonderfully himself. Though you could tell some deep wary exhaustion played behind the shine of his eyes. That could be felt with in time. Now, there was a rather pressing matter at hand...

"War is over babe, and I'd been waiting long before that anyhow."

With that, it was decided. George shuffled to his feet, raising you up alongside him. He hurried you along your flustered rush to grab a couple of things. And then the two of you flew down the porch steps and into the rest of your lives together.

You'd been longing for this day before you even knew George was too. Now there was nothing that could keep you apart. No war. No time. No worries. You were now and forever bound to have every movie night ruined by George's blathering over it. And that's just the way you wanted it.

#george luz x reader #george luz imagine #band of brothers #george luz

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littlesugarwords · 3 years

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could I please have some Black Widow singing to Peter Parker to help him sleep? I feel like that'd be adorable :3

THIS IS SO PRECIOUS IM GONNA EXPLODDDEEEE (also it’s long omg omg oops)

Natasha was one of few who didn’t mind the graveyard shift.

It kept her awake and alert.

Gave her time to work through things internally.

Whatever those may be.

And, on the rare night that something stirred, she gained a distraction.

There was a smashing sound from inside the kitchen.

Tonight seemed like one of those nights.

She quickly darted through the nearest doorway,

Scurried to the kitchen,

And told them to not the moment she entered the vicinity.

Stealthy and silent,

Undetectable.

Peter yelped and panicked,

Floundering with the broken plate pieces,

And dropping them all again when he was caught.

Natasha and him stared down ford a moment,

Exchanging silent questions and answers.

Finally, Natasha pocketed her weapon.

“What are you doing?” She finally asked,

Needing a verbal confirmation for what the hell she was seeing.

“Well, I was trying to get something to eat quietly.”

Natasha raised a brow,

Arms crossed.

“It didn’t work out.” He mumbled,

Returning his focus to picking up the broken plate pieces.

Natasha smirked to herself.

“Why are you looting for food at almost 4am?”

Peter hesitated, but not in his normal way.

Not in his flustered, embarrassed way.

He seemed tense and stressed.

Alarmed by the question.

“I couldn’t sleep.” Was all he could respond with.

Natasha’s smirk fell. “All night?”

“Yeah.” Peter was keeping it short.

Definitely not like him.

Natasha watched him silently as he cleaned,

Then gingerly tossed the plate pieces in the garbage.

She could see the cuts on his hand as a result of it,

But he stuffed them into his pockets to avoid her comments.

“Peter,” she said.

Finally, he met her gaze.

She seemed sad and sluggish.

Unlike her.

Very unlike her.

“What’s going on?” She finally asked.

Once again, Peter said nothing.

At least, at first.

“It’s nothing new. It’s been going on for a while.”

That didn’t make anything better.

Finally, Natasha gestured her head toward one of HQ’s couches.

“Follow me.” She said softly. “We need to get your hands bandaged up.”

Peter just blinked and stared after her,

Closing his eyes in defeat.

He tugged his hands out of his pockets and trotted after her.

Natasha met him on the couch,

Already snapping open the med kit in her hands.

“Woah, woah, woah, I didn’t lose a finger.” Peter said,

Injured hands up in defense.

Natasha quickly grabbed them,

Pulling them upright onto his lap,

And swinging over an alcohol-dipped cotton swab.

“You normally sleep like a baby.”

Peter flinched as the disinfectant was placed on his wounds.

“Normally.”

“What changed?”

Peter hesitated.

He was going to sound foolish.

He always did.

He always felt foolish.

“Tony.”

Natasha’s follow-up questions fell-off.

She sighed softly through her nose,

And Peter braced himself for it.

“I’m sorry.” Was all she said,

Moving to tend to his right hand.

Peter said nothing as she worked.

Staring at her silently,

Stunned.

Finally, she abandoned the swab on the table,

Reaching for the bandage box,

And gracefully opening it.

“Why haven’t you said anything before?” She finally asked,

Looking up to meet his gaze.

The two paused,

And for the first time, Natasha saw the tears brim in the corners of Peter’s eyes.

All in remembrance.

Her heart ached, but she stomached it.

At least momentarily.

She looked back to his hands.

“I can’t imagine, Peter.” Was all she said.

She wanted to offer him comfort.

Somehow.

Even though she knew it would do nothing.

Even though she knew nothing would really change.

Peter leaned back into the couch,

Closing his eyes,

Squeezing them closed.

This evening had been mortifying.

And, already, he could see the sun rising outside.

A sign that soon everyone would be awake.

And would witness him.

In that state.

Slowly, in the midst of his pain, he heard a sound.

A song, faintly approaching.

It was Natasha, beginning to hum,

Continuing to tend to his wounds.

“What’s that?” Peter asked,

Nose stuffed and voice faint.

“What’s what?” Natasha asked.

“That song.”

She smiled to herself,

Pausing her work on bandaging his fingers.

“Tony would sing it to Morgan way back when.”

She smiled as she spoke.

“I always thought it was such a comforting tune.”

Peter stared at the ceiling,

His heart numb and grey,

And closed his eyes.

Natasha resumed her song where she had left off,

Gingerly wrapped the bandages around each and every wounded finger.

She used different sizes and shapes,

Trying to make sure it was as comfortable for him as possible.

By the time she was done, she sighed,

Returning his hands to his lap.

“These should be in better shape in a few--”

Her soft tone stopped,

Catching Peter asleep.

His chest, finally rising in and out.

Natasha merely smiled, taking the sight in.

There.

She had managed to accomplish some good that day.

𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 💌☕️♡

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justsomefluff · 4 years

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ATEEZ Reacts to You in Another Member’s Bed

Summary: You had to get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. When you come back to bed, it is not the bed you were expecting.

Hongjoong:

Big baby wouldn’t want you to leave the bed in the first place

Clutching at your shirt to keep you in place

When you manage to escape you can still hear him whining and rolling around

After you finish your business, you stumble back into the room and fall back into bed

But Wooyoung is like wtf are you doing

You're like whoops

And then bounce over to the right bed and Joong is like

I saw that

Like okay? And?

So you just close your eyes again, I mean no biggie

But Joongie is like

Heyyyyyyyyyyyy.... you should know betterrrrr

Whiny to the max

So you just squish your face up under his neck and shush him

In the morning he’s all pouty still

So you have to make a big show of apologizing to both him and Wooyoung

Takes a hot second to get forgiveness

Highkey, he wasn’t actually mad

Actually thought it was really funny

Just wanted extra affection (brat)

Seonghwa:

This possessive fool

You get up and go to bathroom no problem

He just kinda rolls over once you leave

But when you go back to bed

In Mingi’s bed...

Mingi screams bc he’s dramatic

And you scream bc terrifying

And Yeosang is like wtf can y’all stfu

So you’re all embarrassed and apologizing profusely

You back out of the room and start laughing to yourself in the hallway

This time you check the room to be sure it’s the right one

You slip under the covers next to Seonghwa, still laughing

He wakes up this time and he’s like

“Funny dream?”

And you tell him what happened

He laughs at first but then he’s all

How could you go to Mingi’s room

Oppa told you you’re his to cuddle

Starts referring to himself in the third person, as Oppa

You’re rolling your eyes like dude hush

So he gets pouty like

Don’t roll your eyes at Oppa

STOP CALLING YOURSELF OPPA

And then you go back to sleep without incident but have to give him extra affection in the morning

Yunho:

As soon as you get out of bed he starfishes

You’re like wow I’m never gonna be able to get back in bed, there’s no room

When you finish in the bathroom you’re all squinty because your eyes are droopy and stuff

When you wiggle yourself into bed next to the starfish, you’re like ugh this sucks

You start poking his belly to get him to move

Then Jongho’s like who the hell is poking me

He opens his eyes and is like whatcha doin’ kiddo

And you’re like oh geez

So you just run out of the room and hope he thinks it was a dream

When you find the correct starfish, he has transformed into a burrito

So now, instead of not having space, you won’t have blankets

Lovely

But you decide not to poke because you have just experienced some seriously awkward consequences to poking

You just start violently tugging on the sheets

Who really cares if he wakes up

Yunho will just fall right back to sleep anyway

Unconsciously, Yunho lifts his arm above his head

And you YANK

Burrito: unrolled

So basically Yunho sleeps through everything and you have to tell him in the morning

And he’s like HAHAH you’re embarrassing

Doesn’t care and makes fun of you for the rest of your life

“Lmao remember that time-”

Yunho I swear to God

Yeosang:

Smushy cheeks on his pillow

Dead asleep when you leave

But you end up back in bed

With Hongjoong

Hongjoong wakes up and he’s like

Um, s’cuse me

Get out

And he’s blushy because it’s awkward

But you’re so tired that you don’t really care tbh

Of course in the morning you’ll be mortified but cross that bridge ya know?

So you waddle over to the right room

Slip into bed next to Yeosang

He wakes up this time like where’d ya go

Bathroom then I slept with Joong

WHAT

“Accidentally went to his room and almost fell asleep in his bed lmao we didn’t have sex dummy”

Ohhhhhhhhhhh

He laughs but you seriously scared him how rude

But then he thinks about it some more and he giggles (you know the super cute one he does?? that one)

Genuinely finds humor in the situation

Still laughing about it in the morning tbh

Makes fun of you so much when you’re dying of embarrassment

“HYUNG SHE SAID YOU SLEPT TOGETHER”

STFU NO I DID NOT

But who remembers facts? Not Yeosang

San:

San is more bitter about it than the others

When you tell him how you accidentally got in Seonghwa’s bed instead of his he’s like

Then go back

Jealous baby

How could she not know my bed??

Expects you to have some sort of sixth sense about him just cuz you’re dating

Tbh always thought you were a superhero aww

But you’re powers are weak apparently

How dare you not recognize his bed at 3 in the morning when you’re tired and there’s no light?!

Absurd

And you have to spend the entire next day forcing him into cuddles and kisses and stuff cause he’s lowkey mad at you

But you’re determined to get it through his thick ass head that it was an honest mistake

Finally he relents but he’s like, next time you have to pee...hold it

San literally makes the exact same mistake and ends up in Seonghwa’s bed

Seonghwa is like IM GONNA PUT A PADLOCK ON MY DOOR

Oops

And then it’s your turn to make fun of San so you’re even

Mingi:

Big. Baby.

Clingy and all that

But you’re half asleep

I’ll be back I just have to pee chill the f out

But then you are not back

Because you’re in Yunho’s bed

Two big boys can get confusing in the dark okay?

And Yunho didn’t wake up when you got in his bed so he doesn’t even notice anything out of place

Mingi is like

She’s been gone a while

And he goes to look for you

Clingy or is he just worried bout you? You decide

Anyway you’re not in the bathroom so he’s like ??????

But then he’s walking by Yunho’s room and he’s like

He never leaves the door open what’s up with that

So he peeks in and he’s like... there’s one extra person in that bed...

He’s nosy so he’s like who dis

AND ITS YOUUU

He’s like what in the world

But you and Yunho aren’t like, cuddling or anything so he’s like whatever

Basically you just made a wrong turn on the way back from the bathroom bc their doors are across from each other

Mingi just kinda picks you up and takes you back to his room

Doesn’t say anything to anyone in the morning because he doesn’t wanna embarrass you sweet boy

Does make you stay in bed with him for a while longer in the morning though

But you don’t really think anything of it bc he’s hard to wake up anyway

Wooyoung:

You’re scared to tell him that after you went potty you ended up in Yeosang’s bed

I mean nothing happened but Wooyoung’s mind can spiral into suspicion so you’re worried

I mean Yeosang was just as terrified

Wooyoung’s wrath ya know?

Yeosang’s like did you see him win that blindfolded swordfight omg

So you and Yeosang decide to both tell him

You’re all on different couches like an intervention

And you explain what happened super gently

You’re already apologizing to both of them when Wooyoung laughs straight in your face

He’s like WHO CARES

As long as anything didn’t actually happen between you then whatever

Just try not to do it again

And you’re like ahhhhh omigod

Wooyoung just kinda gives you a hug and a kiss

Then he leaves the room like nothing happened

And you and Yeosang are like... wut

So you follow him like are you actually okay bc like

And Wooyoung’s like I genuinely don’t care

But then you make him cuddle for the rest of the day bc you wanna make sure he knows you love him

Jongho:

You never intended to end up in San’s bed

Quite the opposite actually

I mean he does share a room with your boyfriend so I guess that’s an alright excuse

But you pretty much passed out again after your head hit the pillow

San wakes up and is like wtf

And instead of waking you up to get you out of his bed he starts whisper shouting to Jongho

And Jongho’s like shut up Im asleep

San’s like get yo girl

Jongho wakes up at that one

And then he’s laughing like really loud

Because he thinks it’s hilarious

Like San is so uncomfortable and you're dead asleep

Laugh riot

And he’s being loud so you wake up

And then Jongho’s standing and San is in bed next to you and you’re like oooowhooppsssiee

So you get up and you’re like my bad

San’s like whatever don’t get in my bed, you kicked Shiber out of his spot

Sorry Shiber

You get back into bed with Jongho but he keeps laughing so you don’t sleep for another hour

Teases the living daylights out of you until San threatens to kill him and he’s like sorry hyung

Then you sleep

But if you think he's not gonna start making fun of you straight out the gate in the morning

You’re so wrong

#ateez #hongjoong #seonghwa #ateez yunho #yeosang #wooyoung #jongho #san #ateez san #mingi #ateez fluff #ateez scenarios #ateez reactions #ateez fanfic #ateez imagine #imagine #fanfiction

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luobingmeis · 7 years

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okay so if the Gangsey was in the Dragon Age world, what would their races/classes be?

oh shit i love this omg

okay for the sake of the fact that im tired, we’re gonna go with the basis that they’re all human unless stated otherwise. i am very tired so im gonna dedicate my energy to their classes omg

also im basing this all around origins and off the idea that they’re becoming grey wardens

this is going under the cut bc this got super long. under the cut is classes, slight backstories, and outcomes of the blight

blue sargent: mage, obviously. (like morrigan,) she and her family are called “witches of the wild”. people tend to fear them at first, considering the rumors of blood magic and stealing children, but they’re actually friendlier than most... sort of. they can sense people’s energies, and if they sense something harmful, they will do whatever it takes to get rid of it and its source. if friendly, they’ll welcome them warmly and perhaps even tell a prophecy. blue herself though usually mostly deals with spirit magic. she discovered her magic at an age older than most, so she’s still getting used to it. unlike the books she has a knack in telling prophecies for what the future may hold. she ends up specializing as an arcane warrior. she’s completely against the circles, though she doesn’t have a full perspective considering she was never in one. she becomes a grey warden when she told the prophecy of the warden recruit duncan, and he decided that they needed a mage like her fighting the blight. if there was one thing they needed, it was someone to possibly predict what will happen. upon meeting the noble gansey son in her party, she first realized that she couldn’t stand him one bit, and then realized that this boy’s future held a different ending than the other’s.

richard gansey the iii: noble and warrior and tragic hero. he came from a line of strong templars. a couple years back, as a child, there was an assassination attempt on richard gansey senior. however, goblets got mixed up and richard gansey junior ended up with the poison. he ingested it, and actually did die. when he awoke from death, his parents claimed it was the maker blessing him with life. gansey believed it was magic reaching out to him, a human, from the fade, and ever since then, he fell in love with magic. when gansey was a child, his family thought that his interest in magic would make him a great templar. however, as he got older, they realized that his love for magic was what made him despise the idea of being a templar. gansey believed that mages should be free and that magic should be accepted, not condemned. but the ganseys were a powerful noble family with a strong templar lineage, so they hid from the public that their youngest son wanted to break that line that they valued so much. gansey himself desired to be a hero. he wanted to change the world and make things better, and he wanted to be remembered in history. ever since he was a child, he trained in sword and shield fighting, and when duncan came to visit his family, he near begged duncan to recruit him. duncan finally did when he saw that gansey was actually a sufficient fighter. gansey happily said goodbye to his family, and continued on the road with duncan. he soon specialized as a champion, and through out his journey, in the back of his mind, he knew that one day he would be called to his duty and be forced to choose between his life and everyone else’s.

adam parrish: rogue, half-dalish. he was born in the brecillian forest, but ended up growing in a crappy little house in denerim. he tended to ignore his dalish side, not because he didn’t want to be elven, but because it never really meant anything in his life. in denerim, he’s living poor on the streets with an abusive father; he spends most of his time stealing from others on the street and doing odd jobs to make enough money to be able to eat. if he lived with a dalish clan, he would have had to spend his time being wary of templars and always ready to uproot his old life and find a new one. to him, whether or not he was raised dalish or raised human was no big deal to him. he just knew that he would never be rich and powerful like the ganseys. as he got older, though, he started having weird and frequent dreams of woods and trees calling out to him, saying that he was the one they needed. he had those dreams, and felt connected to the nature around him when he managed to get outside of denerim, but never acquired any magic. he was conscripted into the wardens when he was caught in the nearby woods by templars and was accused of being an apostate proceeding with a ritual. he was trying to see if he could find any connection with nature (he did) but he was no mage. duncan conscripted him to save him from a life of imprisonment, but ended up getting a sufficient rogue, and eventually a ranger. he was at first mortified when he saw that richard gansey the iii was in his party, but over the course of the blight, he found an unlikely friend in the noble.

ronan lynch: human, ex-noble. the lynches were once as powerful as the ganseys. they were the two dominant families in denerim, and every lord looked to marry off his daughters to the duo of ronan lynch and richard gansey the iii. however, when niall lynch was revealed to not only be an apostate, but a blood mage, and his wife aurora just someone under his spell, he was promptly murdered and the lynches were stripped of their title as nobles. there left only the lynch brothers: declan, ronan, and matthew. declan tried to restore his family from the bottom, trying to get people to respect them again in more safe ways. matthew was the charmer of denerim, loved by all despite his father’s ways. and then all that was left was ronan. it was not uncommon for him to steal things from merchants, except he was never caught. he had run into adam parrish a few times, but he was neat and knew how to steal and didn’t stop to give him the time of day. as a noble, he got training in using two-handed weapons when he was still a noble, and continued to train himself when he wasn’t. like parrish, he too felt a connection to nature, except he felt the darker parts of it. he heard the spirits and demons that whispered in the roots, and they heard him too. he ended up being conscripted by duncan when a fight with the noble family kavinsky’s son turned into a deadly brawl, and ronan was to face execution. instead, duncan conscripted him. with his time in the wardens, ronan tapped into the spirits (or demons) that seemed to call to him in nature and became a reaver. and adam parrish, a boy ronan barely paid attention to before, became someone that he would risk his life and being for.

noah czerny: psyche he’s still dead and he’s a spirit of hope. he never actually possessed a body, but he retained a human silhouette as a spirit. he was the son of a noble family from a couple years back, and died when his friend used him in a blood sacrifice. instead of becoming a harmful spirit, or even an abomination, he became a spirit of hope. he followed around the wardens on their quest, evoking hope in their hearts. everyone at first believed noah was just a spirit who found an interest in the band of wardens. it wasn’t until the end that the connection was made between gansey and noah.

henry cheng: human noble. the chengs are another noble family who became powerful through trading of rare arcane items. henry was trained as a bard ever since he was a child, and was often used during trades. he didn’t just tell merchants stories, sometimes he had to use less... pleasant options. he’s a sufficient knife wielder, and his words can charm anyone into doing anything. his joining of the wardens was quite odd, actually- he was forced by his mother to join. of course he didn’t tell duncan that, he made it seem like his want to be a warden was genuine and from the heart. despite the fact that his initial reason for joining was to perhaps find mysterious and arcane artifacts along the journey, he ended up finding his family in this group of wardens, and he realized he wanted to see everything through until the end.

outcomes

blue sargent: she found that there is life outside of the wilds: a life with new family, a life with knowledge that she could have never learned in a circle or in the wilds, a life with gansey. (that last life was perhaps the most shocking considering that she decided she did not like the noble after their first conversation.) she found a best friend in everyone there, and actually found some weird sense of happiness at being a warden. because, yes, they could be killed at any moment, but she knew that none of them would go down without a fight, and would protect each other to the very end. she survived the archdemon and brought a new found respect to mages, especially witches of the wild.

adam parrish: he discovered that there was a reason he was a warden. nature had been calling out to him ever since he was young, but due to the fact that he never developed magic, the only two ways they could communicate to him was through him being a warden by the blighted lands, and through him being a ranger by the trees and animals. adam realized that his life was always meant to be bigger than the streets of denerim. he ended up falling in love with the reaver, ronan, and made sure to see them both through to the bitter end. he ended up surviving the blight with injuries causing him to go deaf in one ear. being a warden made him realize that he had purpose, and when the blight was over, he used his status and success to ensure a better life for him and the other surviving wardens.

ronan lynch: despite being conscripted, ronan actually did enjoy his time with the wardens in some sick, twisted way. he got to kill darkspawn, which was always a plus because he was actually allowed to use his strength against things and hit them. he also liked being able to use his full potential as a reaver and dominate the battle field. he also liked adam parrish. a lot. after the lynches were stripped of their title, ronan was ready to live as an outcast, even with his two brothers. however, the wardens ended up giving him the family that he would never admit he needed, and he was reunited with his childhood best friend, gansey. after the blight, ronan lynch was given back a prestigious title, and after slight consideration, he actually did use it to give his two brothers back some power.

henry cheng: henry did find magical artifacts on the journey, however instead of giving them to his mother when the blight was over, he gave them to blue since he believed that she would have a better use for him. through out the blight, he was probably the happiest since he believed that since they were all scared shitless, they might as well be happy, too. he enjoyed the company of his other wardens, and he would share stories with them during long treks across the country or late nights in camp. he survived the blight and continued to pass stories throughout the wardens. he was always thought of as the positive energy among the wardens.

richard gansey the iii: gansey loved his wardens. he loved the best friends he made, the best friend he was reconnected with, and the love of his life. he knew that he would do anything to keep them safe, to make sure that they see the end of this blight. and so, when they all learned that the warden who kills the archdemon makes the ultimate sacrifice, he told himself that that would be him. he would go down in history, and his fellow wardens would be able to live to see the next day. he kept his plan to himself, and when the time came to issue the final blow to the archdemon, gansey did not hesitate to stab it with his sword. a monument in his honor was built in denerim, and the name gansey was secured in history.

noah czerny: noah disappeared once the final battle was over. he left with no word; he was just on the battle field, and then he wasn’t. blue confirmed that he returned to the fade, and that he sometimes visits her in her dreams. they talk about the mortal and spirit realm, and how people are doing, and how warden life is treating them all. noah finds peace in blue, and appreciates her being his final connection to the human world. one night, however, he tells her that gansey used his second chance at life to make sure that they all stay safe, and that gansey misses them all and wishes them the best.

oh boy this got really long and i hope this makes sense i’ve been typing this for a very long time and i’m tired omfg

#trc #dragon age #headcanons #jehanjetaime #answered #thank!!!#blue sargent #richard gansey the iii #adam parrish #ronan lynch #noah czerny #henry cheng

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