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azapofinspiration · 7 months

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Everyone knew Dazai is possessive.

If he decided that you are his, then you are his.

His friends, his family, his organization.

His partner.

And Dazai didn’t particularly like sharing.

He could if he had to but he would only do so if he absolutely had to and you passed his scrutiny.

However, Chuuya, his technically former partner, was what he seemed most possessive of.

For starters, to Dazai, there was no ex- or former proceeding the term partner.

If someone spoke to Chuuya a bit too flirtatiously, gazed with a lingering glance too long, touched him just a smidge too appreciative, held him too tightly, Dazai’s presence and ire would manifest like a thunder cloud.

And everyone knew what happened to those who drew his wrath, even after he’d reformed his ways.

And Dazai always found out eventually, even if all of Port Mafia knew to keep their mouths shut regarding such matters. They knew to warn all members of the potential consequences and it was a rule known to all but one: Nakahara Chuuya was off limits. Though they usually attempted to protect those who slipped up, as futile as their efforts were.

And then, in person, Dazai would inevitably drawn to Chuuya. He danced around Chuuya, teasing and bickering in turn. Even if kept apart, his eyes would drift to his partner, and somehow a single glance alone could spark a fight between the two.

Still, it showed that Dazai cared, in his own way. It showed he still considered his partner his.

Chuuya had made a place for himself in Dazai’s mind on the day they first met, and Dazai had no intention of ever letting him escape.

Given Dazai’s blatant displays of possessiveness, most assumed that Chuuya was not.

Sure, Chuuya clearly cared, in the way he still stood and walked in what had once been Dazai’s blind spot, in the way he instinctively checked for surrounding threats when they were both in the same room, in fleeting moments both on the battlefield and off when Dazai appeared hurt.

But Chuuya was the one who was adamant about putting the ex- in ex-partner.

He didn’t seem to ultimately care that Dazai left the Port Mafia other than the increased work it’d left him. Actually, he seemed happy he left and was now someone else’s headache. He made no move to force him to return.

His response to Dazai’s flirtations with others was annoyance and exasperation. He rolled his eyes and pitied the victim instead of seething at the thought of Dazai with someone else.

However, that was where people were wrong.

To Chuuya, all those things were inconsequential. As long as Dazai was alive and relatively well, he could deal with everything else.

But he was just as possessive as Dazai, only his focus was directed into one thing rather than everything like Dazai’s.

Dazai’s life was his.

No one else had the right to take Dazai’s life, not even Dazai. It was up to Chuuya to decide when and where Dazai was allowed to die.

The suicidal bastard had messed with him more than anyone else in the world, so this was his retribution.

Chuuya would crush anyone who dared to take Dazai’s life from him. He would — and had — bring Dazai back from the brink if the man himself tried to steal it.

Dazai and his life belonged to Chuuya. And Chuuya guarded it like it was the most precious treasure he’d ever grasped. He took care of it to ensure it would shine on. He made sure it was as safe as possible. It didn’t matter where Dazai was, as long as he continued to live.

Most didn’t know but Dazai’s punishements paled in comparison to the hell Chuuya unleashed upon those who infringed upon his right to Dazai’s life. They often didn’t live to tell the tale.

Dazai would die the moment Chuuya truly wished him to, and not a second before.

Truly, it was better to leave the two to their own orbit. For one’s sanity and survival. They belonged together and to try to take one from the other…

It only brought devastation as neither one would ever let the other go, much too possessive for that.

#bsd #bungo stray dogs #dazai osamu #nakahara chuuya #skk #soukoku #osamu dazai #chuuya nakahara #bsd dazai #bsd chuuya #bungou stray dogs #started off as a thought on how c’s possessiveness is different and it became a mini fic #my fanfic #fanfic post #bsd fanfic #my posts #my post #my meta

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chibishortdeath · 1 month

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So, little attempt at comic stuff :3. I’ll be putting what the text says under a cut in case it’s still hard to read. Unfortunately this isn’t as high res as I’d like it to be but it was either do this or end up splitting an already short comic into two posts and eh this works, it’s an experiment anyway X3.

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(Angel’s Hill)

(Simon walks through the foggy cemetery, all graves say “Belmont”.)

(He stops at one. The grave also says “BELMONT” on the top in bold lettering, but the bottom section is worn and only the names “Christopher” and “Cyncia” are readable.)

(Simon begins speaking, somberly.)

“It’s been a while since last I came to visit. I’ve been…

…reflecting on things lately—

too late— but about what happened then that day and now… well…”

(He hangs his head, shadows of his hair covering his eyes.)

“There’s something I have to tell you.”

(Simon looks away to the side towards the cliff’s edge for a moment.)

“I—”

(The waves are fairly calm below.)

“I won’t be coming back anymore. I came to apologize, say goodbye.”

(He reveals a blackened, shriveled, scarred hand from his cloak.)

“I think my time is getting near, it’s getting worse… again…”

“Everything has these past months, or years really… the townspeople, the nightmares… and this… this… sickness.”

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Yeah so that’s it so far, not too many events happening, but it’s based on like a single line or so of the Japanese manual story. I’m kinda considering almost having like all of CV1 be a quick prologue cause it’s important context for story things I wanna do later. Simon’s story is both simultaneously comparatively short, but also somehow a lot (TwT ).

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asmodeus-682 · 3 days

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First date (Shen x Kai oneshot fic)

(Human au)

Kai took in a deep breath, today was the day he had planned to take his boyfriend to a fancy cafe he had found out about. Heading up the steps to Shen's large Manor, nervously knocking on the door and waiting for him to answer. After a minute Shen answered the door, looking rather excited as he stepped outside. "Hey Kai, I got your text. You said we're going somewhere new- where exactly is that?" Shen asked, wrapping his arms around Kai's arm. Kai chuckled softly, pulling him closer and kissing his forehead "it's a new cafe, that's all I'll say birdbrains. It'll ruin the surprise" he said with a chuckle, watching Shen close and lock his front door. Calmly leading him to his car, smiling lovingly at Shen "trust me Shen, you'll love this place" Kai said with a warm smile; watching Shen's expressions as they both got into the car.

It took 20 minutes until Kai got to the cafe; smiling widely as he and Shen got out of the car. Shen looked at the building with a surprised expression "this place looks expensive..especially for a cat cafe" he said with a small smile on his face. He then looked at Kai, smiling more as the two lovers walked into the cafe together. Kai felt his heart warm up greatly seeing how Shen immediately started petting the cats inside the cafe. "Soo- guessing I chose right for this date babe?" He asked, looking at Shen affectionately. Shen looked at Kai and practically clung to him with a hug "this is the best date ever already Kai. I love you so much" Shen said with a happy tone in his voice. Kai smiled softly, holding Shen close and kissing his cheek "glad you're liking it Shen, as long as you're happy. I'm happy" he said with a soft tone in his voice.

The two spent the rest of the afternoon in that cafe, playing with a few of the cats and drinking warm drinks. Kai even having a slice of carrot and Shen having a few mini jam filled donuts. It was the perfect first date for both of them.

#kung fu panda #kung fu panda 2 #kung fu panda 3 #kai the collector #general kai kfp #kfp lord shen #lord shen #kai x shen #fanfic post #ship fanfic #asmo post #asmo fanfic post

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rattengott · 2 months

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to read, write, etc. Whichever way you want to vote I’m just curious what the most preferred one is. I know I skipped a ton but there’s def too many to list here

#I’m so curious pls #poll #fanfic #fanfic poll #fanfic post #tumblr polls #poll time #fanfiction #fic tropes #mutual pining #enemies to lovers #friends to lovers #slow burn #only one bed #soulmate au #pwp #abo

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heartbreak-sandwich · 4 months

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Tell me some more about JJ! 💚

I AM SO GLAD YOU ASKED!!!!! 🥰🥰

Introducing Jacqueline June "JJ" Feron ❤️‍🔥

Hometown: Hawkins, Indiana Occupation: Student Current Universe: Stranger Things Face Claim: Katya Sitak

JJ comes from old money, like Steve Harrington. Their parents are long-time friends, and their law firms often work together.

She has resented her economic status and the attitude it breeds since she was born, and she spends a lot of her time rebelling against her parents' world and wishes in order to treat people right and lead a life prioritizing things that truly matter -- the people she loves and her impact on the community around her.

She's a painter who loves punk and metal music, has a fiery mouth on her, and she's not afraid to get her hands dirty -- she'll try anything once.

So far, she has only appeared in my holiday mini series, but you should expect to see more of her interacting with her lover, Billy Hargrove, and a multitude of friends, including Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley, and Eddie Munson, to name a few. ^^ I'm still kind of developing more of her character, so that's about as much as I know for now. 😅

#thank u sm for the ask!!#oc talk #oc JJ Feron #Fergrove <3 #fanfic post #ily joz💕

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thetornadodream · 3 months

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WIP Game!

Thanks for the tag @persephoneed!

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

WIPs.

Mardi Gras Wenclair

5+1 Babymoon

The Chains On Our Door

The Difference Between Love and Danger Chapter Ten

All The Punches I'd Throw in the Name of Someone I Don't Even Know

Bookstore AU Chapter 9

We Have Always Shared a Language Ch 2

I think everyone has been tagged? If not, you are officially tagged!

#wip wednesday #text post #fanfic post

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maraneedscoffee · 3 months

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What do you think of this? Sorry, it's still in work but it's coming along just fine. 😁😁😁 Feedback would be appreciated 👍

Isaiah stood before his throne, gazing down at the crowd. They were loud and animated, but he could sense the skepticism from some in their midst.

He paid no mind to it; he knew that many of them were still loyal to their previous king and queen.

It was a common theme in fairy tales, resistance to change and a longing for the past.

He reached out to the crowd and offered a smile, but it disappeared as quickly as it had appeared.

Then came the shouts and jeers from the crowd.

“Traitor!”

“Go back where you came from!”

“We don't need someone like you!”

“We need a true king!”

In a flash of anger, he grabbed the crown and hurled it to the ground, where it nearly shattered upon impact.

A stunned silence fell over the crowd as they gawked at his display.

Isaiah could feel the surge of magic coursing through his veins, threatening to break free from his control.

Stepping forward on the stage, he raised his voice.

“You are all fools! If I am not your king, then none of you will survive! It's either me or no one at all!” he bellowed.

But everyone didn't care, they wanted him gone.

Angered he left the stage and motioned for his guards to follow him.

There was work to do.

Lots and lots of work to do.

#submission #my fanfic #alone with my thoughts #demon in hell #HarmonyVerendez #fanfic post #school for good and evil #rise of the school for good and evil #fall of the school for good and evil #the mistral brothers

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fancyfearful · 10 months

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Forgive me fandom, for I have sinned...

I’ve been antagonized by my own creative mind for a few days now, and have finally clawed my way out from out from the depths of Writer’s Block Hell™ to curse present y’all with a quick-fic based off of this post from

@itsmattibad !

Obligatory Disclaimers: Copywritten characters belong to their respective creators, the artwork/’prompt’ belongs to @itsmattibad, and this work of fiction is NOT to be consumed by minors/anyone under the age of 18 years old! This fic isn’t explicit, but it IS suggestive, so minors be gone.

I also have limited knowledge on MHA in general (mostly cause I watched only 1 season of it, rip) but I couldn’t break free of the chokehold this man had on me, so my bad if this is an OOC take! I also haven’t written ‘traditional fanfiction’ in like...months...years? It’s been a while >.>; Anyways, enjoy!

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9:45AM.

That was the time you were supposed to clock in for work. 9:45am, and not one minute later. It was just enough time for you to grab a small snack, a quick cup of coffee, and rest your legs for a bit.

And given how empty the coffee shop looked at this moment, it seemed like luck was on your side. You'd be in and out of the building with a few minutes to spare.

Unfortunately, the neutral expression on your face switched to a frown when you noticed who was working today. You didn't know his name, and it didn't help that you never caught him wearing a nametag either, but of all the people to be behind the register looking at their phone, it was your least favorite barista.

You recognized the combination of bright blue eyes, shiny piercings, and messy, unkept, white hair right away and it took everything you had not to let out an irritated sigh as you approached the register. He tried hitting on you a few weeks ago, and after you had turned him down, he went out of his way to make sure that your order was messed up in one way, or another, every time that he happened to be working.

And even though the other baristas fixed your orders without any problems, having to repeatedly go back to them in the first place was still annoying to begin with.

He was obnoxious, overbearing, and unnecessarily petty over being rejected by some random woman he didn't even know personally. Hell, he couldn't even pronounce your name properly the first time he tried to call it out for your order. But this was the closest coffee shop to your workplace, so as long as you showed up here early, you could afford to take an extra few minutes to correct your order on the off chance he was working.

Several seconds pass while you wait for him to finally notice you standing there, but you really don’t have the patience for something like this. So, after clearing your throat loudly to get his attention, he finally looks up from his damn phone.

He chuckles a little, and given the smug expression on his face, he recognizes you instantly.

“Well, look who it is! How’s it go-”

“I’ll have a bran muffin, and my usual drink order. Extra foam on top.” You say, quickly cutting him off. You really didn’t want to drag this out any longer than necessary, and had pulled out a few bills from your wallet to put down onto the counter before he could even give you your total.

“Is the extra change supposed to be a tip? That’s real generous of you. And here I thought you didn’t like me...” the bastard barista comments, sounding pleasantly surprised.

It takes everything you have to stop yourself from either cursing him out or straight up leave the shop entirely.

“Look, I really, really don’t have the time for this, okay? I have somewhere important to be, so if you want to keep the change, keep it.” You reply, trying your best to sound calm. Maybe he couldn’t tell that you were annoyed with his bullshit already…or maybe he did know and simply didn’t care.

All things considered, the second option seemed more likely.

“You know, I think I could get used to this. Having you walk in here, and send a few extra coins my way is definitely a good way to start a shift.” the white-haired weirdo replies, all while punching your order into the register before swiping your money up from off of the counter.

“You’ll probably spend the money on something stupid anyway.” You grumble, hoping he doesn’t hear your snide comment.

“Does a date with you count as something stupid?”

“I’m still not interested, and if you ask me again, then I’m going to-”

“Alright, alright, there’s no need to get anyone’s boss involved, so I’ll drop it. These piercings don’t pay for themselves, so I actually have to keep this job. Here, I’ll even toss in an extra muffin.” the white-haired barista says before handing over your items.

You quickly take the bagged muffins and your drink from him without another word, but you notice something different about him in that instant. The jerk is actually wearing his nametag this time, although you could’ve sworn that he didn’t have it on when you first walked in here. You hadn’t given it much thought before, but somehow the name ‘Dabi’ seemed fitting.

After turning around, you make your way towards the nearest table and place your items down before looking down at your drink with a frustrated sigh.

Of course he forgot the extra foam. In fact, your drink didn’t have any foam on it at all.

You roll your eyes, carrying your drink back over to the register to find the petty barista, Dabi, casually messing around with his phone again instead of doing anything productive.

“Excuse me, there’s no foam in this, and I asked for extra foam earlier.”

“Oh? My apologies, miss. Here, let me fix that for you.” Dabi replies, his tone clearly mocking you.

And that tone makes you instantly regret voicing your complaint to begin with.

But before you know it, your drink is plucked out from your hands, and carried away to be ‘fixed’. You aren’t entirely sure what Dabi has in store for your order this time, but it can’t be anything good.

“Here you go, all fixed up. I think I’ve really outdone myself this time.” He says proudly, still holding your drink as you glance over to see what he’s talking about.

The crude foam art is easy to recognize, and the moment you frown, Dabi chuckles.

It’s a drawing of a dick. And a well designed, lengthy one at that.

You’re equal parts annoyed and impressed by his handiwork, but before you get the chance to complain, he pulls the cup far away from you again.

“Wait, I almost forgot the extra foam...”

Without breaking eye contact, he opens his mouth and lets his pierced tongue hover over your drink. A trickle of saliva slides down towards the tip of it, and you can only watch in shock as Dabi uses a strand of his own spit to add a finishing touch to his own masterpiece; a thin, but noticeable line is drawn through the foam and it makes it look like the cock in your coffee is blowing it’s load.

The sane part of your brain is telling you to look away in disgust, but truth be told, you’re so baffled by the boldness of his actions that you still can’t believe that this is actually happening. This had to be some sort of weird dream, or a really messed up prank. How the hell was this guy still employed?

Noting your shocked expression, the white-haired barista snickers before casually giving your newly decorated drink back to you.

“There you go, exactly what you asked for. Oh, and try not to burn yourself while taking a sip. Drinks that hot can be dangerous.” He says smugly, only to quickly turn around and make his way towards a room labeled ‘Employees Only’.

You stare at the drink in front of you, still trying to process everything that’s happened within the past 10 minutes before the sound of an opening and closing door startles you. Another customer has entered the coffee shop, looking impatient and grumpy; they probably needed something more than you did, and you didn’t want to hold up the line, or get tin their way.

Grabbing your drink, you quickly mumble an apology before making your way back to the table that you picked out earlier, and the moment you sit down, you can’t help but curiously look over the detailed foam art on your beverage again.

And by the time Dabi finally returns from the ‘Employee’s Only’ room to help the grumpy guest in line, he glances over just in time to catch you hesitantly raising the cup to your lips.

#fanfic post #fanfic #mha fanfic #touya todoroki #touya dabi todaroki #mha dabi #dabi #damn i really wrote mha fanfic huh?#the 3 followers i have are gonna be so confused #minors dont read #minors dont look #dabi x reader #mha coffee shop au

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bespectacled-bookwyrm · 24 days

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By the way, if anyone's looking for my fanfic Language of Botany or its sequel, A Funeral of Flowers, you can find them under the tag Speaking With Flowers AU.

Likewise, you can also find my Hisuian Zoroark!Colress stories under the Wild Logic AU tag.

Just figured it would make it easier for everyone to find them this way. :)

#Text post #Fanfic post #tag stuff

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wyrcan · 5 months

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just saw a hallmark movie about santa’s son (the new santa) falling in love with a news lady and it gives me so many christmas fic ideas

#fanfic #fanfic post

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azapofinspiration · 9 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakahara Chuuya & Port Mafia Ensemble (Bungou Stray Dogs), Armed Detective Agency Ensemble & Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Armed Dectective Agency Ensemble & Port Mafia Ensemble (Bungou Stray Dogs) Characters: Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Port Mafia Ensemble (Bungou Stray Dogs), Armed Detective Agency Ensemble (Bungou Stray Dogs), Armed Detective Agency and Port Mafia Ensembles (Bungou Stray Dogs) Additional Tags: Funny, Humor, Everyone Loves Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Jealous Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Port mafia, Armed Detective Agency (Bungou Stray Dogs), Tripartite Alliance, ADA & PM Truce, Crushes, Rites of Passage, Soukoku | Double Black (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya's Unconventional Mating Rituals (Bungou Stray Dogs), Mentioned Fyodor Dostoyevsky (Bungou Stray Dogs), Atsushi POV, poor Atsushi, situationships, platonic or romantic, You decide what SKK are, Skk, Drunk Shenanigans, Alcohol, Drinking, Don't copy to another site, Possessive Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Post cannibalism Arc Summary:

Every place has its little trials or rites of passage that every member goes through to feel like they truly belong. Like in the ADA, it's going shopping with Yosano, helping Ranpo with public transport, or falling victim to Dazai's pranks.

However, Atsushi and the rest of the ADA learn that the Port Mafia seems to have its own rite of passage: having a crush on their executive, Nakahara Chuuya.

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realace · 2 years

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hello happy friday and WELCOME to dadwc!! From the taylor swift lyric prompts, 'i knew you'd haunt all my what-ifs', for character/pairing of your choice!

Oops it became a monster. It’s Hawke & Anders & Fenris and I made it pre-fenders because I always write these two pre-fenders but really it’s pre-pre-pre fenders. Maybe I’ll come back and make the ending romantic like I wanted to Also on AO3 @dadrunkwriting

Anders sauntered into Hawke’s apartment room, unlocked as always. Hawke's apartment was extremely pleasant and always a good time to hang out but Anders wasn't having it this evening. He was hungry and Hawke was MIA.

“Hawke! You said we were going to get dinner and I got tired of waiting at the clinic! You know I’m always tired after a whole day of volunteering. I had to walk here.”

Hopefully his moaning would make Hawke feel guilty enough to pick him up with his car next time. He'd promised! And Anders was not above playing dirty when people didn't commit to their promises.

Or maybe Hawke would drive them somewhere nice to make up for Anders, bar food at the Hanged Man was perfectly fine but sometimes Anders wanted something that had gone through a few more health and safety checks. Anders immediately perked up at the prospect of decent food in his near future moving closer to Hawke's door, lifting his hand to start banging on it.

To his surprise the door disappeared from under him, Fenris’ stumbling out of Hawke’s room. Were those two... together? Anders had some hope that Fenris - the incredibly charming, handsome, broody, did he already say hot?, tattooed elf - would eventually throw a look his way one of these days but if he was in competition with Hawke....

Anders' thoughts were redirected by the fact that Fenris' wet hair added to the elf's smouldering look and that he was dressed quite differently. It was like a puzzle that Anders was so close to figuring out, he just needed a moment longer. Fenris paid the mage no mind as he walked past, pausing once he'd reached the coat hanger to look back, as if suddenly realizing Anders had been in the living room.

Anders swiveled following Fenris, the realization of what was so different, when his eyes landed on the punk-rock cat on Fenris' shirt. Or rather, Anders' shirt. Karl had given it to him before his first college day, and the cat one eye stained bloody from where Anders' had spilled wine on it, not even an hour after wearing it for the first time. It hadn't even been his own wine, dammit.

But there Fenris was, wearing his t-shirt. Anders' t-shirt.

Anders' jaw would have made it to the floor if he wasn't so befuddled on how his shirt had ended up on Fenris. Fenris who was now shrugging his leather jacket on top of the forsaken cat, and making his way out of Hawke's door. Fenris who hadn't given Anders the light of day even though they were always in the same friend group and Anders wasn't above machinations to trying to get them alone to talk.

"Mage." Fenris raised a hand in greeting, turned around and walked out, eloquent as he always was with Anders.

Anders' mouth was still gaped open when the door shutting brought him back to reality. All of a sudden puzzle pieces of why Fenris had his shirt on started whirwilding through his mind.

Anders had left it over last time he slept over at Hawke’s and - now Fenris was wearing it. How was we going to get it back? Hawke had somehow given it to Fenris and Anders couldn't very much say: "Hey the shirt your boyfriend gave you to wear? Funny thing, actually my ex-boyfriend gave it to me, and he's dead now so can I have it back?" Or could he?

What if Fenris didn't want to give it back? If he considered the shirt a gift from his boyfriend - was Hawke his boyfriend? It would make things more difficult. Anders had a limited idea of why Fenris disliked him, but if it was because he thought Anders was jealous, Anders was in some tough shit.

He wasn't given much time to debate whether or not Fenris disliked him enough to refuse it out of spite - Anders may not have the understanding to know why Fenris disliked him with less than twenty five total words exchanged but he was an expert at knowing avoidance born from dislike, he was an expert if you would - when Hawke, the person Anders had decided was to blame for all of this walked in.

"Oh hey Anders! Listen, I'm really sorry that you had to walk here, okay? It's just Fenris had an emergency so I was handling that and then I was going to text you. But Bela- well, she sent a picture and then Fenris needed a shirt but you're here now? And I promise we can get whatever you want, my treat." With that Hawke enveloped Anders is his arms, lifting the mage from the ground before putting him back down, a little worse for wear, but feeling a lot more loved, anger dissipating the slightest bit.

Anders' whirlwind of thoughts had not been helped by the air being squeezed out of his lungs by Hawke, but he had figured out that there was a bunch of information he had to parse from the hurricane Hawke had just thrown at him. Hawke and Fenris weren't together? But Hawke and Bela were getting together? And Hawke was buying him food?

Wait, no, the shirt, he had to tackle the shirt problem first. Or, wait, maybe the Fenris emergency problem? Definitely the emergency problem, he would be a terrible healer if he let that slide, which he almost did but that wasn't the point.

"What was Fenris emergency?" Hawke let out a chuckle, herding them over to the couch where he flung himself backwards tapping the seat next to him so Anders would sit down.

“Oh you know, Bela saw on one of those videos where one person says “catch me” and then jump into someones arms?" Hawke's hands were expressive, two fingers displaying a person jumping into his other palm.

“Yeah?” Anders had no idea where this was going, his internet excursions were all cat videos, thank you very much.

“Well we’d gone out of out way to get to Isabela’s smoothie place and I LOVE the red passion smoothie, you know the bright red one?" Anders did not know the one, Isabela's place was unfortunately a car ride away and he'd only had the pleasure of enjoying one once, when she'd been kind enough to bring him one after work, stopping by the clinic. That didn't stop him from nodding along to the story, however.

"Well you know Bela, she loves that kind of stuff. So she jumped and said "catch me!" and I caught her. Of course I did! There is a slight chance that my red smoothie went flying into Fenris shirt when I did but who's to say? The important part is that I caught her." Anders quite thinks the important part is how Fenris came into possession of Anders' shirt when so far it seems like Hawke's singlehandedly been at fault.

"So I couldn't let the poor man walk around like a crime scene, blood red stains. So I let him pick out a shirt and I was like pick whichever. Boom emergency over." Hawke looked quite proud, leaning back into the chair, a satisfied smile on his face.

"Hawke, did you by chance look at the shirt you gave Fenris?" Anders was relieved the emergency had just been a clothing one, but it still remained that Fenris had his shirt.

"I didn't give it to him as much as I let him take it, why? I told him to grab a band tee and maybe I wasn't looking when he said 'this one?' cause I was looking at my phone because Bela - is there a reason you're asking? Do you want one of my shirts too?" With that Hawke waggled his eyebrows.

"Hawke you let him have my shirt! That you were going to bring to dinner with you tonight?" Anders' articulated every word while boring his eyes into Hawke whose previously satisfied smirk started reshaping into something like a frown.

"Is that what he was wearing? I kinda thought it was Carvers, it looked kinda big on him from the back.” With that Hawke shrugged his shoulders, accompanied by a sheepish smile.

“But you’re not, like, attached to that shirt are you?” Hawke looked apologetic at least, but Anders was already planning multiple layers of apology-induced favors he was going to wring out of Hawke in the future. The thought almost made him giddy if it hadn't been for the situation at hand.

Anders made a face that Hawke could not interpret any other way than that the Anders was, as a matter of fact, attached to that shirt.

“Oh, well, Fenris’ house is a few blocks over. I’ll drive you there and then he can take you home after!” Anders couldn't even start to articulate what a monumentally bad idea it was to deliver him to a guy who somehow disliked him when they hadn't even properly interacted before Hawke had hustled him into the car, drove the three minutes it had taken to get to Fenris' place and then practically shoved Anders out of the car.

"I'll go pick Bela but Fenris will give you a ride back! Text me what food you want me to order! We'll have dinner at my place!" Hawke sped away leaving behind an Anders who was regretting life and seriously considering skipping dinner and finding a bus to take him home. The other option was walking back to the clinic and biking back home but the cloud had started looking overcast and Anders hated biking on an empty stomach.

There was of course, a third option. Anders was currently standing in front of Fenris' apartment, the building just as nice - if not nicer - as Hawke's and Anders had to ring the doorbell that Hawke had told him to, if he wanted to get his shirt back.

He could always just ask him the next time they saw each other. The reality that there was no way he'd get Fenris alone any other way led to him pressing the code for Fenris' apartment, the intercom ringing and waiting for Fenris to reply

"Hi it's me, Anders? Uh, Hawke dropped me off, can I come up?"

"Mage?"

"Not my name, but yes, it's looking like it's about to rain so if you wouldn't mind?" Anders leaned as much of his frame under the small overhang as possible, feeling the start of droplets soaking through his shirt where he wasn't covered.

He heard the buzzing sound of the entry door and gratefully made his way in, away from the rain, trekking towards where the signs had said Fenris' apartment would be. After a single knock Fenris opened the door, looking directly at Anders who started babbling before his brain could communicate any regrets to the rest of his body.

"So I know Hawke gave you that shirt, and I know I shouldn't appear at your place unannounced, and I know we've exchanged like 20 words max and no, I haven't been counting." Anders rambled while Fenris stood there, unfazed. Was that an 'I hate you, why are you here look?', has he always been this inexpressive or was it only now that Anders desperately needed to read him to ask this favor?

"But actually, that's my shirt, I left it at his place and he gave it to you, but it wasn't his to give, so do you think I could get it back?" Anders tried his best pleading look, but the idea of rejection stung. But Fenris was a reasonable person? No? What reason would he have to say no? Anders' pessimism warred with his realism when suddenly where he'd been looking at Fenris' eyes was covered by cloth.

Fenris... was stripping off his shirt, right in front of Anders, and he had abs? Anders' brain had to do a force reboot, as a shirtless Fenris was handing over his shirt, neatly folded, back to him.

Anders was dumbstruck, this elf that seemingly hated him gave back his shirt without any fuss? Anders had more difficulty having people who liked him - yes, Hawke - cooperating this well with him.

"Ah, thank you. It means a lot to me, my ex- anyways, thank you."

"You're welcome, Anders." How many words did that make that they had exchanged now? Anders started counting backwards, five, ten, fifteen when he noticed Fenris was holding the door, ready to close it as Anders was standing in the doorway.

He quickly stepped back, cheeks flushing, looking at Fenris - who was still shirtless, which made him flush even harder - who had started to push the door closed. The door was an two inches from closing when Anders remembered that Fenris was his ride back, the sound of thunder bring him back to reality and putting his foot in the door holding it open.

The look Fenris shot him was incredulous and Anders couldn't contain the wince in response. He retracted his foot, hoping Fenris would just continue closing the door, resolving to walk back to Hawke's place, thunderstorm and all.

Lifting his head he found himself being stared at by a Fenris with one eyebrow quirked, unluckily for Anders not content to going back to ignoring him. Anders felt a brief moment of longing for when their exchanged words had been closer to zero than to a hundred, but managed to make formulate his thoughts about needing a ride in his head.

"Uh, sorry, Hawke said you'd give me a ride back?" Anders watched a war of emotions flutter through Fenris' face before his face settled on something that could only be shark-like. Anders watched him grab a white t-shirt from behind the door, slipping it over before grabbing his keys and stepping out, locking the door behind him.

"Come along then, it seems Hawke and I have something to discuss." Anders' couldn't quite stifle the smile that Hawke was going to be in trouble with Fenris as well, wondering if this was the start of a friendship.

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