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mightydragoon · 4 years

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Prince Luke fanfic Recs

@silvereddaye you know the drill

For all your Prince Luke Skywalker/ Amidala/Organa etc needs. Also ft a lot of Leia Skywalker along with that.

1. The Prince and the Bodyguard Toomanyfandoms99

Bail is unsure why he’s being told this, but he is intrigued. “Where is the boy now?”

“Here,” Mon smiles, “on this base, being cared for by Shara Bey and Kes Dameron.”

Bail nods upon recognizing the names. Shara is their best pilot, and Kes is their best combat leader.

“However,” Mon states, “they cannot care for the boy full-time. There is something...unique about him. Something you are more equipped to handle.”

Bail narrows his eyes. “What?”

“Ezra Bridger is Force-sensitive,” Mon reveals.

Bail leans back in his chair and blinks once. “I see…”

“If your son is anything like his true parents,” Mon says, “he will soon require guidance. This boy also requires that guidance.”

“So,” Bail says, “you want me to shield them both from the Empire. Get them a...teacher.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22633573/chapters/54092221

2.First Impressions Idhren15

Mara Jade attended the rich party on Coruscant for one purpose: to kidnap the Alderaan heir, Prince Luke Organa.

She didn't expect any of these complications.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22740592

3. Crowned Usurper planningconquest

Princess Leia managed to capture the elusive rebel Jedi. She finds someone she never expected.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17663147/chapters/41657678

4. The kidnappings of a Sith Lord maedre13

How a certain Sith Lord may or may not kidnap his rebel son. One-shots. Strongly inspired by sparklight´s “Where Our Intrepid Hero Doesn´t Get Away”.

Current chapter: In which the prince of the Sith gets a new bodyguard (3/3)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10606992/chapters/23453241

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10606992/chapters/52681459 (Part 1)

(Note* Fic is episodic often not connecting, sometimes is, so there is a good variety of stories, some involving Prince Luke others not)

5. Sparks SpellCleaver

Vader had every intention of ignoring that petty—if notorious—burglar on Coruscant, until evidence suggested that this "Angel" had Rebel ties.

Meanwhile, Luke never expected his father to actively hunt him down, and he doesn't like it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20031373/chapters/47433331

6. No Distance Far Enough KaelinaLovesLomaris

Imperial Prince Luke Skywalker is kidnapped by the Rebellion. His father is not happy.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17549516

7. Hostage Slx99

AU in which Luke grows up as the Prince of Alderaan and Bail and Breha Organa’s son. When Luke is sixteen Bail becomes too outspoken against the Emperor, who sends Lord Vader to take the young prince as a hostage and cow his father into submission. Held captive aboard Vader’s ship, Luke is faced with the unpleasant reality of being the pawn in this power play under his captor’s watchful eyes; until they both realize a thing or two…

https://archiveofourown.org/works/9707774/chapters/21902741

8. Hostage Interludes Slx99

Interlude pieces of the ‘Hostage’ universe from my ongoing long-fic that don't fit into the main story, but which I still wanted to share. Some will be more fun, others more serious. They have no influence on the main story.

Basic premise of the main story: Luke grew up with Bail and Breha Organa as the Prince of Alderaan. When Bail becomes too outspoken against Palpatine he orders Vader to take the young prince as a Hostage. Luke now lives aboard the Executor. He finds out rather soon that Vader is his father and the story goes from there.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15148811/chapters/35129507

9. Hostage

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1063433

10. Runaway SilverDaye

Imperial Prince Luke runs away from home to escape his overprotective father Emperor Vader. Jumping from planet to planet he finds himself creditless on Tatooine. While working for more money to leave the planet, Luke meets an old man named Ben Kenobi. But Luke knows he can't stay in one place for long for surely his father is hunting him down.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14630196/chapters/33813027

11.A Song of Dragon's Fire & Slaves Blood Fan0fFIM17

A Slave is finally truly made Free.

Lost in a strange primitive Land, he takes advantage of his circumstances to rise to the position of King. A Slave, a Jedi Knight, a Lord of the Sith, Darth Vader, Anakin Skywalker, Father, Son, all this and more. Read as he Fights for the Iron-Throne!

Winter Is Coming!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15400920/chapters/35743227

12. My sister has it jedileia (cptnwintersoldier)

"You want me to fight my dad? Kill him? How could you think I would be capable on any of that, after what I just heard? Have I been training just so I could kill my father? Is that what this Jedi training was about? If so then i deeply regret the evening I went to look for parts for my speeder and ended up at Obi-Wan's yard."

Leia, a farm girl from Tatoiine, learns that she is force sensitive and the daughter of the evil Darth Vader, once known as Anakin Skywalker. She begins her Jedi training, meets her twin brother Luke Organa and confronts his father.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/6537682/chapters/14957098

13. what is lost in the darkness.....hanorganaas

Starkiller is destroyed, the great Jedi Hero who saved the Galaxy Leia Skywalker Solo and her husband Han are presumed dead, and Luke mourns. But he isn't alone in his grief

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7668604

14. our eyes; they were pointed at the sky (looking for answers) pieandsouffle

The last few weeks have been a nightmare: Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru are dead and gone, the farm is skeletal and dead, she found out her father was a Jedi, brutally murdered by a traitorous friend, and now she's going to die because Han Solo is an incompetent nerf-herder who is apparently completely incapable of opening a krething door.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11159772/chapters/24904917

15. Possibilities of If May Be - Valerie_Vancollie

Co-authored by Selinthia Avenchesca.

What if two different Star Wars realities started to merge?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12946578

16. Skywalker Swap - stitchy

https://archiveofourown.org/series/930435

(Note Series is a mixture of a fancomic and a fanfic and it is glorious)

17. There Is Another stitchy

A comicbook retelling of Episode IV in the spirit of the old Star Wars Infinities!

Luke and Leia are placed in opposite homes after the fall of the Republic. Young Leia Skywalker is called to adventure when she meets two droids that belong to the strange witch, Old Kah.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10597686/chapters/23428284

(Note* Seriously this comic retelling is fantastic )

18 Here Among The Clouds stitchy

In a universe where Leia Skywalker joins the Rebel Alliance of her long lost brother Prince Luke Organa, the Millenium Falcon and her crew arrive to Cloud City with a fully functioning hyperdrive. In the weeks following the Battle of Hoth, Lando Calrissian becomes entangled in their their quest to defeat the evil Empire.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13507038

19. A Farm girl, a Twink, and an Uber driver- Daniellecluck

This is literally just a collection of drabbles of a New Hope rescue scene various original trilogy scenes but gayer and Luke and Leia swapped places.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13345347/chapters/30553272

20. The Adventures of Leia Skywalker, Episode One: The New Hope MaraWinchester

Nineteen-year-old Leia Skywalker lives with her Aunt and Uncle on the remote desert planet Tatooine, where there’s something ready to kill you behind every corner. Three moons make the nights bitterly cold, and the two suns makes the days unbearably hot. When a droid bought by her uncle contains a message by a prince, asking for help from a legendary Jedi Knight, Leia senses her ticket off world. Little does she know that her journey will take her right and center to a galaxy torn apart by war, involve smugglers of ill repute, and possibly shed more information on her father that she could possibly imagine...

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8122483/chapters/18619693

21. Another Kind of Hope Skyrissian (ErinacchiLove)

In a period of a galactic civil war, the brave Rebel Alliance has won their first victory against the Galactic Empire and stolen the plans of the Empire's ultimate weapon, the Death Star.

When the starship of Prince Luke Organa, who is transporting the plans, falls under the Empire's attack, the future of the galaxy depends on two droids carrying the secret plans and their new owner, a farm girl named Leia Skywalker.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18705637

22 The Princess, the Smuggler and the Sith Lord's Son Sassaphrass

Han Solo was trying to rescue her Royal Annoyingness from the Death Star when he runs smack into Vader's kid. Naturally he does the logical thing and takes him hostage. This is where the story starts. OR

Luke just wanted to get some snacks when he ran into a Wookie, a Princess and a Space Pirate. The day's pretty much downhill from there.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/5751661/chapters/13252696

23. At Least the War is Over Sassaphrass

The only thing Luke and Leia have in common are those nine months they spent in the womb and that time they brought down the Empire.

It's hard to build a new family when the last one got blown to smithereens with the entire planet, but Leia's never thought anything worthwhile would be easy.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12663834

24. His Imperial Highness Luke Amidala - Sassaphrass

https://archiveofourown.org/series/744999

25. Chiaroscuro SpellCleaver

A series of oneshots focusing on Luke and Vader's relationship, with other characters occasionally thrown into the mix.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16363772/chapters/38293637

26. Prince Luke Organa: A New Hope -lightningbisexual

An AU where Leia was sent to Tatooine with Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru and Luke was sent to Alderaan as the prince. It begins from where Luke is captured by the Empire in A New Hope. I follow more his story than Leia's because we all know she's going to be a badass on her own and I really want to see Luke grow up and learn to face his fears.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19024390/chapters/45181531

(Note* see sequel below Leia centric)

27. Leia Skywalker: The Empire Strikes Back lightningbisexual

A continuation of my twin swap fic. Leia Skywalker is being sought by the Dark Side and the Light, who both hope to use her power for their own agendas. However, her ferocity and anger make it difficult for her to train as a Jedi. Han Solo is also developing feelings for Prince Luke Organa and has no goddamn clue how to deal with it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20533487/chapters/48737117

28. Between the Light and Shadows: Luke & Vader One-Shots SilverDaye

One-shot collection focused on Luke and Vader. All AU.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15128117/chapters/48583628

29. How the Other Half Lives -aradian_nights

(Note* How can I talk about Prince Luke fics without mentioning them cause WOW. 10/10. I highly recommend even if you aren’t a fan of the Prince Luke trope cause wow. It is something. Warning: Angst . )

https://archiveofourown.org/series/609151.

Trial and Error - https://archiveofourown.org/works/8417668

Layers of Dust - https://archiveofourown.org/works/8900971

For Love of a Queen - https://archiveofourown.org/works/9342596/chapters/21167591

Deep Doubt- https://archiveofourown.org/works/10361913

Vision Void- https://archiveofourown.org/works/10628475/chapters/23511120

Fate Defied- https://archiveofourown.org/works/10947714

When Destinies Split - https://archiveofourown.org/works/11017986/chapters/24552093

Risk and Chance - https://archiveofourown.org/works/11506092/chapters/25817655

A Shout in the Dark - https://archiveofourown.org/works/11699232/chapters/26341971

Walking the Line Between - https://archiveofourown.org/works/13172817/chapters/30129249

AO3 Tag

https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Prince%20Luke/works

#prince luke #luke skywalker #star wars #fanfic recs #fanfic reccomendation #list #sw #leia organa #long post #i am reccomending a lot of fics so hold on

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sunnysidevans · 3 years

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𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐞𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫 - 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬

Summary: Chris is feeling down on himself and is feeling his age, you prove to him that he’s still in his prime.

Warnings: NSFW!! 18+ highly reccomended , daddy kink , oral (m/r) , uhh filthy stuff so dont read if you dont like

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Authors note: I don’t own any rights to the gif or the music refrences in this fic, if you get the refrences plz, if not you may have been to young to read this.

You sat down in bed beside Chris as he continued to read his book, glasses slightly perched on his nose, you thought back to when Chris asked you to buy him reading glasses, he was nervous to admit his eyes were getting a bit less sharp than they were. You smiled as you laid your head down on his shoulder as he set his book face down in his lap, looking down at you. “You look like a sexy professor” you whispered as he grinned and kissed the top of your nose gently “you think so?” he whispered back as you nodded quickly as your response. He couldn’t help the grin to spread across his face as you leaned up and kissed his cheek “whatcha reading?” you asked as he held the same book up he’s been reading for a while now. You smiled as you reached out to play with pieces of his locks as he hummed in content. You finally convinced him to grow more, no buzz for a while and he surprisingly agreed, as you proved to him just why you loved the long hair and long beard combo.

You smiled as he laid back to give you more access to his hair to play with as he set the book aside with his glasses with a sigh, “you okay?” you asked him softly as you sensed the heavy sigh held some meaning. “I am just feeling old today thats all” he whispered as he looked up at you through his lashes, you tilted your head slightly “did something happen baby?” you asked as he shook his head quickly “no no, I’m okay I promise you” he smiled as he took your free hand and kissed your ring finger where your engagement ring sat. You smiled as you leaned down and kissed his forehead “I love you okay?” you asked him as he smiled sadly and nodded “I know you do baby, I love you more”. You kissed the top of his head and climbed out of bed, “where are you going?!” he whined as he sat up with a smirk “I have to pee and then I’m going to bed” you laughed as he pouted “but I want cuddles” he grinned at your chuckle as you walked to the bathroom and closed the door.

Waking up the next morning you rolled over to be met with a cold bed, You were slightly used to it as you have been with Chris for almost four years but with being home a lot more, you got used to having the warmth of a bed. You furrowed your eyebrows as you opened your eyes slowly and saw his side of the bed empty, not even dodger. You sighed as you rolled out of bed and pulled the hoodie on Chris had on the night before and made your way downstairs. As you were making your way downstairs you stopped and saw Chris in his office behind his computer. You smiled as you leaned against the doorframe and crossed your arms “I can’t believe you chose her over me” you smirked as he lifted his head quickly from behind the laptop screen. He chuckled as he shook his head “I’m sorry you had to find out like this” he finished as you both laughed as he held his hand out for you. You took his hand as you made your way to the desk and sat on the edge beside him and his laptop. “What are you up to today?” you asked him as he smiled shutting his laptop “nothing now, would you like to make breakfast or shall i?” he asked standing in front of you wrapping his arms around your waist as you leaned up and kissed his chin “oh you can today I did yesterday”.

FEW DAYS LATER

The last few days Chris had been acting strange. You couldn’t pinpoint what was happening but every sense he told you he was feeling old, he acted down on himself. You tried prying but knew you weren’t going to get much farther than that and knew he would tell you on his own time when he was ready. You made your way upstairs with the laundry basket to fold and take care of all of it. As you made your way up the stairs you stopped as you saw Chris in the bathroom in front of the mirror. With a frown on his face you looked at him and set the laundry basket down, “what are you doing?” you asked as you leaned against the door frame and watched him jump slightly. “Sorry to scare you babe” you smiled as he shook his head quickly with a sad smile. You continued to watch him as you waited for him to speak, he continued to look through his hair and his beard as he turned to you as he held his fingers to your face “a gray”.

You looked at Chris’s hand and saw his hair between his fingers, the chestnut brown in his hands. You stood with your hands on your hips looking at him “is this what this is about?” you asked, crossing your arms. He looked at you with furrowed brows as he looked at the hair he held in his hands “I have greys in my hair and in my beard! (Y/N) I’m getting old!” he said, looking at you as you chuckled, walking to him, running your hand along his back in a soothing matter. You shook your head as he watched you in the mirror “Honey” you whispered as you shook your head quickly “You aren’t old, It's completely normal to have gray hairs okay? I think you are absolutely the sexiest man ever okay? Gray hair or not” you smiled, biting your lip as you grabbed his hand. Leading Chris to the bedroom you gently nudged him to the bed as he furrowed his eyebrows. “Babe” he frowned as you looked at him grinning “I’ll prove to you that you aren’t old” you smirked hands on your hips.

Chris looked up at you from the bed biting his lip, you could already tell as you hadn’t touched him yet he was getting hard in his sweats. You grinned walking to the bed,climbing in and straddling his lap as you slowly stripped off your shirt. “See” you whispered as he reached out to unclasp your bra “No ‘old man’ would know how to unclasp a bra that fast” you grinned leaning down and kissing him passionately as you cupped both his cheeks. You heard Chris groan as you unconsciously grinded your hips down on his cock. He groaned as he laid his head back as you grinned at the access you had to kiss down his neck,sucking on his sweet spot. You kissed down Chris's chest as he opted for no shirt that morning. Kissing down his chest you kissed every tattoo in your path, as you did so you mumbled between kisses “No old timer is gonna get this hard fast chris” you smirked as he looked up as you tugged at the waistband of his sweats. Lifting his butt, you slid his sweats down and tossed them aside behind you. You noticed his cock was already hard and leaking precum through his boxers as you grinned, licking the spot on his boxers.

You smiled to yourself as you tugged his boxers down and his length sprung out, You couldn’t help to feel your mouth water, No matter how many times you gave him a blowie you were always so enticed with his length. You took his length in your hand, pumping slowly as he shivered from the coldness of your engagement ring. You smirked to yourself as you circled the tip of his cock with your tongue, taking in all the precum from the tip. “Fuck” he whispered throwinf his head back tangling his fingers in your hair as you took him into your mouth fully, bobbing your head and pumping what you couldn’t fit. Groaning against his length you looked up at him through your lashes and watched his face, the pleasure he was feeling. He looked down to meet your eyes as he smirked, holding your hair back he thrust his hips into your mouth with a groan as you held his thighs gently.

“Fuck fuck fuck” he groaned as he slowly pulled you off his cock panting, “no no I can’t I need to cum inside you thats it” he groaned as you kissed up his cock and up his chest to soon meet his lips “oh really?” you asked as he smirked, rolling you over so he was hovering over you, his necklace hanging down between the two of you. Shivering you felt Chris's hand in your panties as your pants had been discarded earlier. “Oh, sucking daddy’s dick made you wet huh baby?” he smirked as he brushed your clit as he teased your hole with his finger gently. You nodded in response as his cold fingers rubbed your clit slowly. “Fuck if your going to fuck me” you looked up at him with a smirk as he smirked back “oh I definitely will be fucking you princess” he paused his assult on your clit as he grinned “just not yet” he slid your panties down and over his shoulder as he kissed your lips. You moaned as you felt his tip through your lips, Holding onto his arms you moaned against his lips as he slid into you slowly. Not giving you much time to adjust he held your thigh to his body as he thrusted into you at a quick pace. Moaning loudly you threw your head back as he continued thrusting at his quick pace.

Gasping you moan loudly as you feel Chris find that spot. He smirked as he continued to thrust harder to hit your g-spot. You moaned loudly “oh fuck me” you mumbled as more of a whisper. “But baby daddy is already fucking you” he smirked as you gripped his arm tightly,digging your nails into his skin as he smirked and you moaned loudly. “Right there daddy please” you gasped, moaning loudly as Chris continued to thrust into you. “Oh baby your so tight, so warm, fuck I can feel you squeezing me” he mumbled as your arms wrapped aroumd him “fuck baby, are you gonna cum for daddy? Huh?” he asked as you nodded quickly in response “yes daddy fuck” you replied. Adjusting your bodies Chris moved around to get a new angle to hit your g-spot harder than before. Moaning he reached down rubbing your clit in fast circles “c’mon baby come for daddy” you gasped loudly, moaning as you gripped his wrist. Gasping loudly you arched your back off the bed, feeling the cold metal of Chris's necklace against your chest, shaking you cum around his length. As he continued to thrust into you a few more thrusts, he followed suit.

Falling against your chest you panted, running your fingers through Chris’s hair. “You aren’t old honey” you whispered “an old man definitely couldn’t do that” you grinned as you felt him laugh against your chest as you continued “I think the gray hair makes you look sexy” you felt him nuzzle into your neck “It reminds me like, salt and pepper” you smiled “and what a mighty good man you are” you kissed his temple as he laughed. “I’m sorry” he whispered “why?” you asked as he mumbled “for not believing you and being a downer” you shook your head “you aren’t a downer baby, I understand it got to you, and I completely understand but you are still thriving and still are as handsome as ever” you kissed the top of his head. As the two of you cleaned up and he slowly fell asleep you smiled, he was truly in his prime, and you couldn’t help but to think what a mighty good man you were marrying.

#chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans fic #chris evans x you #chris evans smut #chris evans story #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans fandom #christopher evans #christopher robert evans #chris evans x yn

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btsandvmin · 2 years

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Collection of asks 4 - BTSandVMIN

This is my fourth collection of asks. I do have my Ask: Reply series now, but once in a while I also answer asks on their own and I will keep collecting them (at least the ones that might have something to say) in a post like this.

I don’t know if anyone else checks these, but at least for me they are a good tool to go back and look at old asks. If you are curious about some of my older asks here are the links to my other collection posts.

Collection of asks - BTSandVMIN

Collection of asks 2 - BTSandVMIN

Collection of asks 3 - BTSandVMIN

I have this post because I feel some of the asks I answer are worth saving, for me personally, and perhaps for you as well. But I don’t want to put them all in my Masterpost where I want to keep it a bit more structured for my longer posts and analysis. So for asks that are more about answering specific questions or about general things or my feelings I will put them here. I also don’t add every ask I have ever answered, as some are repeat questions or just very short and probably not that interesting for others than me.

Asks are written more in the moment than my usual posts, so they might be less accurate as it’s all mostly from the top of my head. The newest ones will actually be on top, and then they will get older going down the list. I’ll update it regularly as I answer more asks. :)

I started reading your top vmin moments of 2021 and was like ''damn there were a lot of cute vmin moments this year, WOW'' and then I realised I was still at the honourable mentions...

Happy new year!!!!!!!

Every time this season comes, like the tip of your nose, let's Fall in love

If I'm not mistaken, you didn't update your master post?

I appreciate ur work and would like to join you on discord too

This is a really great idea of yours. I would of course like to join

I’ve read your last post on patreon and I just wanna say that it’s gonna be ok

To anons who have come out here accusing you of being a jik00ker

I genuinely see no harm in you reblogging that gif

Fake captions gifs and videos

In fact, I always felt like you were a hidden ji/kook

Always knew you're secretly a Ji/kooker seeing as you're carelessly reblogging gifs made my a Ji/kooker

I don't have a patreon account so i just wanted to say here that i haven't had the time to read the long posts yet

MATCHING ENGAGEMENT BAND LOOKING RINGS

A song similar to 4 o' clock on it

'christmas without you would just not be christmas at all' can be about his unreleased song

I am so excited to read your post on Spring day

Those anons were coming for you today huh?

I would love to believe vmin are very stable but people change.

Speaking of tae and hand holding, why do you think he reached out to jk amd not jimin

Tae says he think it will feel strange to lock hands with another man

As a vmin shipper, I reccomend looking in to the NicoNico interview by BTS in japan

You mentioned that you are wondering if having patreon was a bad idea

you are asking people to pay for accessing to posts you write about your interpretation on other people's relationships...?

i don't have money to patreon but i want to see your every contents please

Please do not leave us

Why did you become calm lately and not comment on anything?

You’re a vmin blog so many enjoy but it’s hard to see you as vminie sometimes.

The side-blog struggle is real

Not many people have the reading comprehension to understand that your post was about why you ship vmin and why you think they could be real

When others are having moments they are shipped byt when vmin have beautiful moments they are called soulmates

100% agree with your post and i thought you were quite respectful towards ji/kook

We dont want vminnies to be petty and involved in shipwars

That alleged ‘ dick grab ‘ was definitely an accident

Your ‘brokeback mountain glasses’ tag is so funny

I've just read the fic you shared on kofi and it's soooo good!

I read the drabble written by you.. It was really good... Write more please

You are very happy aren't you? I am too

Tae may or may not have been checking out Jimin's ass at 1:45 in the MV

Heyy.. I wanna ask you tht what do you think about vminkook...

I just wanted to ask when is your spring day analysis coming?

I’m the original anon you wrote an entire essay length rant about

Could you elaborate what you mean by something needs to change first before we could get a vmin vlive or selca?

I hope they will share a photo with us soon or maybe open a vlive... 🤧 (Yes, I still believe they will open a vlive together one day)

The vmin analysis blogs I've come across so far really help me think more rationally, clearly, and respectfully, both wrt shipping and thinking about the members in general

So you're gonna tell me that we went from hardly seeing T/K interact, to the last 3 months, they seem like a couple attached at the hip who've been dating for 10 years is not the least bit sus/staged?

Was there an press conference/interview where Jimin was leading/guiding Tae around?

I love vmin .......I don't think I'll ever get bored

Thank you for the interesting asks, the nice comments and the input you all share with me. I know I won’t ever be able to answer all asks, but I am happy you send them to me and are curious about my thoughts all the same.

I purple you!

#vmin #vmin ask #btsandvmin #btsandvmin answer #btsandvmin ask #ask collection #btsandvmin ask collection #Collection of asks 4 - BTSandVMIN #my post #btsandvmin masterpost

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saintshigaraki · 2 years

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I JUST FINISHED YOUR RESENTFUL HOUSEWIFE USHIJIMA FIC AND I AM FROTHING AT THE MOUTH. Ever since reading it, I've searched for even more fics in haikyuu and different fandoms that have the resentful housewife trope and I never knew it was a thing!!! Thank you so much for being the kinda opener to me for that. If I may ask, do you have any more media, books, poems, etc. and other references that hold the resentful housewife? I'd love to explore your reccomendations!!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH anon i’m so so so SO happy you enjoyed it and enjoyed the resentful housewife trope.

my brain is….blanking rn on other media that features that trope. all that’s coming to mind is gillian flynns novels, as she deals a lot with female rage. then there’s of course the classic stepford wives which plays around with the horror of wifehood !! i’m sorry that this list is so pitiful rip i’m apparently in my no thoughts head empty era

#rainy day tag #ask

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bbygirldahyun · 3 years

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Hi bunnie how are you? hey, maybe they have already asked you, but could you give advice to write as well as you do uwu

hi anonie, i’m doing okay! i dyed my hair today so that was fun 😭

honestly, i think i’m terrible at giving writing advice. i never know what to say because i don’t think i did anything special to develop my writing style etc, it just sort of happened. but i’ll try my best! basically, i’ve been writing my entire life. from the time i could hold a pen i was putting words — or at a time scribbles i thought were words — onto a page, and i think that constant repetition of practicing my craft so to speak again and again has helped me immensely. i watch my writing change overtime, what i think is my best now is not going to be in a year, or five years, etc.

my biggest recommendation is writing stuff that you personally want to see. most of why i got into fanfic writing is because the fandom i was reading for didn’t have fics that satisfied what i wanted whether it be plot wise or for shows and movies a ship i liked that wasn’t canon. i developed a “fuck it i’ll do it myself” attitude and i think writing things that are personal to you and things you feel very passionate about can do wonders for quality of writing. i also highly reccomend getting yourself comfortable with resources like a thesaurus, because while i am never one to say “fancy” advanced language = better writing, sometimes the colloquial commonplace word doesn’t capture the feeling or the essence of what you’re saying quite properly. having a plethora of synonyms for a word at your disposal can help a lot for effectively setting the tone you want in your piece of writing.

it’s also so essential to consider really minute details. the random, tiny things i have to google for queen au are kind of hilarious sometimes and half the time they don’t even end up in the story i just want to know for myself lol. setting, character drive and motivation, backstory and history, and interpersonal relationships amongst characters are really important to making a story rich and vibrant and intriguing. characters should feel relatable and like fully fleshed out people. who are they? there should be a pretty solid answer to that question.

another thing i suggest is developing your own writing method that works for you! some people write their story in order start to finish, some skip around, it’s totally up to you!

i hope this helped somewhat, i’m sorry i’m not the best at giving advice on this sort of thing!

#ask #anon

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sarah-snook · 4 years

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Hello! If possible, could you reccomend your favorite chaptered reddie fics?

ohhh yes! i love doing fic recs!!! i haven’t been asked for one in a while! here goes! it’s my bday today so i’m gonna be rereading (or finishing) all of these as a treat haha

some of these might be in progress so just be aware of that!

ask me to stay by @feldmancorey↬ word count: 36,036 | chapters: 7/7 | rating: T

“Your lip is all busted,” Eddie said, as though pointing out that Richie’s lips were injured would somehow make it okay that Eddie was paying attention to them. Richie’s hand came up, long fingers wrapping around Eddie’s tiny wrist, and he gently guided Eddie’s touch away.

Eddie finally wrenched his eyes away from Richie’s lips and met his best friend’s gaze. There was a softness there that he rarely got to see, not even the smallest hint of teasing or joking there. It was just Richie, just Richie looking at him and Eddie looking back. For a single moment, it was just Richie and Eddie alone in the world. Nothing to bother them, nothing to live up to.

[or: the year is 1994, and Eddie Kaspbrak is in love.]

the real world by @feldmancorey↬ word count: 15,796 | chapters: 5/18 | rating: T

The lights in the Tozier house were on.

Nearly four months ago, Eddie’s best friend, Richie Tozier, had seemingly dropped off the face of the Earth. He’d stopped coming to school, wouldn’t answer texts, and stopped posting on all social media. The home phone would ring and ring until the caller hung up. The driveway had been empty. The grass on the front lawn had overgrown and wilted. The house never went up for sale but for four long months, it was as though the Tozier family had simply disappeared.Until now, with Went’s car sat in the driveway and the living room lights all flicked on. Eddie could see movement through the windows. It was as though the world had picked back up from where it had stopped, without a hint of change.

[or: after a sudden and unexplained disappearance, richie tozier returns to derry with a secret that no one person could ever hope to hold onto.]

One caramel macchiato, on me by @jem-carstairs-is-perfection↬ word count: 11,058 | chapters: 2/2 | rating: T

“Oh shit.” Richie swore and looked around hoping he’d missed another empty seat somewhere in the classroom so he didn’t have to take this one.

He hadn’t.

With an apologetic shrug he said, “I know I’m the last person you want to see right now, probably ever and trust me, I’d fuck off if I could, but that’s literally the only seat left.”

The guy sighed but didn’t move, staring ahead, perhaps hoping Richie would disappear if he ignored him hard enough.

Richie couldn’t help but share the sentiment. “I promise I’ll keep my hands to myself.”

“It’s your elbows I’m more worried about.”

or Richie and Eddie have the opposite of a meet-cute. When their paths cross again, neither is too happy about it ―at first.

Un Nouveau Soleil by @eddiefuckinkaspbrak↬ word count: 33,353 | chapters: 3/3 | rating: E

It was three months into his first year that Richie met Eddie for the first time. Edward Frank Kaspbrak. The man who would become the love of his life.

And Richie had no idea.

or: Richie is the heir to the British Throne who decides to study abroad at Harvard University. There, he meets Eddie Kaspbrak and they fall in love…duh.

The Greater Fool Series by @yallreddieforthis↬ word count: 47,573 | chapters: 7 parts | rating: varies

Begins a couple months after the end of the movie. Follows an alternate timeline in which none of the Losers other than Beverly move away from Derry, and none of them forget It or each other.

oh, somebody loves you by slytherincosette↬ word count: 12,341 | chapters: 3/3 | rating: NR

“‘I already know I’ll smell Eddie’s mom,” Richie announces to no one in particular, “I’ve never met her, but we’re soulmates. I imagine she smells like lemon cleaning supplies and antacid. Very sexy.’

Eddie lets his head drop onto the table.”

Amortentia is encountered in Potion’s class and everything goes to shit. Basically a romantic comedy set at Hogwarts. Everyone is Bad At Feelings, until they’re not.

He Asks How I Am by @themightychipmunk↬ word count: 19,369 | chapters: 4/4 | rating: T

After a year of writing to each other through an anonymous pen pal program, Eddie and Richie end up at the same school, completely unaware of their deeper connection.

Things get pretty gay.

and this is who we are by sunsetozier↬ word count: 40,763 | chapters: 8/8 | rating: M

He realizes, suddenly, that being in a position like this meant nothing to him two weeks ago. At the time, it was completely normal, holding no real meaning other than comfort and tradition – after all, him and Eddie have been disgustingly cuddly with one another since they were kids, even though they’d usually bicker while holding each other close, much to the annoyance (and entertainment) of their friends.

Now, however, Richie can feel his heart skip a beat in his chest, an undeniable thundering that echoes loudly in his ears. He can picture his younger self, as much of an oblivious idiot as he may have been, soaking in the warmth and the affection of Eddie’s touch when they hugged, shoved, or even just nudged one another. It’s funny, really, how much changes once you’re aware of how you feel.

[In which Eddie and Beverly lie to their friends for five years before finally coming out, much to the surprise of one supposedly straight Richie Tozier.]

the boy who cried (wolf) by @jortsbian↬ word count: 21,784 | chapters: 3/5 | rating: T

The following events seemed to happen in slow motion, which would probably have looked cool as fuck if Richie hadn’t been a gangly uncoordinated teen and if it had been a cool action movie instead of real life: the wolf lunged at Eddie. Richie, in a fit of anger and fear-fueled adrenaline, kicked at the wolf as hard as he could. The wolf twisted its head and sunk its teeth into Richie’s leg. Richie’s thoughts turned blank except for oh shit. Eddie screamed something at the wolf and sprayed it in the eyes with his inhaler. The wolf whimpered, released Richie’s leg, and stumbled blindly into the woods. Richie thought another oh shit as Eddie scrambled over to him and asked him—something. The world went dark.

AKA, the one where Richie’s a werewolf and that’s the least of his worries (or maybe not, but sue him for being dramatic, will you?)

call my bluff, call you babe by @hyruling↬ word count: 16,527 | chapters: 2/3 | rating: M

“Why can’t I ask Bill?”

“Because— he’s basically a celebrity too. That’s just. It’s already weird enough to people that you two even know each other, pretending to be romantically involved is just opening up a whole can of worms. I’m outside.”

“‘Romantically involved’, when did you start writing for The Sun, Eds,” Richie teases with a chuckle, just as Eddie reaches the final turn down Richie’s hallway. “That doesn’t really… I mean, people know we were friends when we were kids, so—”

“Just pretend to be my date,” Eddie says, and—

And nearly throws his phone into the fucking wall.

Thanks for Pudding up with Me by MooeyDooey↬ word count: 62,809 | chapters: 7/8 | rating: E

Eddie Kaspbrak was once one of the most influential professional chefs in New York. After an unfortunate incident in his kitchen, he loses his job and most of his earnings. Down on his luck, with no where else to go, he accepts a job offer with the ragtag ‘Prospect Test Kitchen’ in Boston.

What starts as a small passion project, making cooking tutorials online, becomes a lot more complicated and bigger than they could ever imagine when Bill brings in a new addition to their team. A comedian with a shocking background and surprise talent for culinary arts: Richie Tozier.

Eddie’s the only one who doesn’t like the new recruit, but Bill bribes Eddie into giving Richie a chance. At the end of six months, Richie’s contract will expire. Eddie will get to decide whether they offer him a contract renewal, or refuse to re-hire him.

Things are heating up in the Prospect street Test Kitchen! Will Eddie stick to his guns, and keep his dignity? Or will he get lost in the sauce?

#reddie #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #reddie fic #fic rec #multichapter #asked and answered #Anonymous

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let-it-raines · 4 years

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hiya! just finished your fic Second in Command. It was spectacular! Going to tackle your rewrite of it next. I was wondering, could you reccomend any other CS multi chapters? Most of the ones I was following have finished so my well is dry!

Hi 👋 Thank you soooooo much!!!! I’m so glad you loved Second in Command and that you are going to make your way over to What a Wicked Game! That’s wonderful ❤️

I am not up to date on reading (you should see my drafts, lol) and don’t follow a lot of things, so I’ll give you a mix of oldies but goodies and some that are are currently posting!

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My major multi-chapters besides SIC and WAWG: Betting on the Bullseye, Catch Me If You Can, Not Your (soul)Mate, and Rising from the Ashes.

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Some finished multi-chapters that are some of my personal favorites can be found on a rec list | here |

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Check out the @captainswanbigbang for several wonderful multi-chapters that are either still posting or just finished posting! You can also find YEARS worth of multi-chapters on that page and in their collection from big bangs of the past.

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Some currently posting MC are:

Worth Fighting For by @capthamm ; The Convenient Groom by @searchingwardrobes ; Hold On To What We Are by @peglegsjones ; Between Heaven and Hell by @alexandralyman ;

#Anonymous

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bravomckenzie · 4 years

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Hi! I’ve been sitting on an idea for a Bobby fic for a while and am thinking maybe I should actually write it. Any advice for someone writing a first fic?

ciwyw was my first too!!! i think i would reccomend starting by planning as far ahead as you can, but make sure you leave wiggle room. and don’t be afraid to change things as you go! a lot about ciwyw got changed from the original ideas.

and don’t be discouraged if you’re not getting tons of hits and notes at first. it took ciwyw a little while to gain traction and i thought about tapping out a couple times but my love for this story kept me going n i’m so glad i didn’t quit.

most importantly tho, on top of that. write it for yourself. your story should be one you wanna read. fuck what everyone else wants. if you don’t love it, you won’t wanna keep it going even when u get discouraged.

also, feel free to hmu literally anytime if you want feedback or just someone to run ideas by! of course i have hannah who is half the brain in the storyline, but beyond that, i have friends i can send our/my ideas to n see what they think!

oh and make sure you send it to me once you upload! i wanna read it even if you don’t want me as your feedback lmao 🖤🖤🖤

(a not so important one: i recommend a designated upload day! i tell this to everyone now. it holds you accountable, and i’ve noticed i always get a spike in hits on sundays from people catching up/finding something that is going to update soon.)

#shut up presley #ciwyw

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la-ro-ki · 4 years

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i always want fic recs yes tell me more

ahh sorry that this is a few days late I’ve been trying to find the time and brain power to sort out a coherent rec list!

national hot dad alliance is now calling...

the very first Haikyuu!! fanfic I ever read that actually got me into the series! I read this before every watching the anime or reading the manga and I distinctly remember having to google characters appearances constantly jdsjlaakl.

despite not having any clue who any of these characters were I still really enjoyed it and rereading it only made it better. this is one of those fics that you just can’t help but reread over and over again tbh

I’d definitely recommend it to anyone who really enjoys captain shenanigans!! it also has good queerplatonic relationship rep which I can always get behind

THE WIENER SOLDIERS

yes it’s another chatfic I’m sorry,,, this is another fic that I reread a lot whenever I’m in the mood for some shenanigans.

this one def plays itself less seriously than national hot dad alliance but still has it’s moments where it pulls back from some of it’s more crack-like attributes

I’d reccomend to anyone who likes more chaotic fanfics that can still get serious or just people that think the second gen captains are neat. there’s two poly relationships in it which I, a polyamorous person, always appreciate!

Sky Full of Stars

y’all don’t even get me started on how much I love this fic!! the characterization for Natsu is always very consistent and I find her very cute! this goes for all the OCs in this fic tbh because I love all of them

I’m p sure you’re all aware of how much I adore Tsutomu and the other STZ boys and they’re all written so well in this fic. very rarely do I ever find them to be OOC wish is really nice since plenty of people mischaracterize them in fics

I’d heavily recommend this to anyone who loves the STZ boys as much as I do and who likes seeing cute OCs in fics!! as of rn there’s no ships and it’s just a gen fic but there are implied crushes

Who We Are

this fic!! this fic holy shit!!! this fic has inspired so many of my own trans headcanons!!!! it’s incredibly wholesome at times yet isn’t scared to show the downsides of being a transitioning teen

if you’re going to read it then I do have to warn you that some characters can be OOC however it’s normally very minor or as a result of personal development. Tsutomu’s also a major supporting character which I love to see always and has very cute relationships with the other characters. other major(ish) supporting characters are Yaku and Kyoutani with plenty of cameos

this is a fic that I’d recommend to people who like or create content with copious amounts of trans headcanons because that’s what this fic’s entire basis is. it’s got a fairly large variety in gender and sexuality headcanons and portrays them very respectfully

Ace

crossover fics done well are always so much fun to read and I think this fic def falls into that category! I’ve seen a few fics with Lev and Alisa being related to Victor from yoi but this is probs my fave

I’ve never seen yoi so I can’t say much about the characterization of those characters but I really like how the Haiba siblings and Nekoma are written! I find them to be very in character and enjoyable to read

I’d recommend this fic to Haiba and Nekoma stans since they’re the main focus of this fic but I do need to put a disclaimer that it’s an unfinished fic

Oikawa's grand plan to get free food from his rivals.

Shirabu's crazy scheme to get revenge on Oikawa

I don’t know what more to say about these two then just 14,000 words of setter squad antics! all the setters are a p good mix of their fanon and canon selves and I genuinely find both fics funny

I’d recommend this fic to those who also appreciate the setters and like the Pretty Setters SquadTM

6/10

a fic that’s so good at describing social anxiety that it activated my social anxiety djslksl. I’ve personally always thought of Kageyama as someone who has anxiety and seeing it written out like this only makes me more set in that idea

people who also see Kageyama as having social anxiety will probably like this fic but if you’re sensitive to depictions of anxiety then this fic likely isn’t for you. it made me uncomfortable a few times because I couldn’t help but empathise with Kageyama

The Lucky Ones

just a oneshot about STZ magical boys because I personally really like magical girl animes and just thought this fic in particular was cute

If I Had You

a really good kyouhaba fic that mainly deals with Kyoutani coming to terms with his sexuality and his attraction to Yahaba. I don’t always like how people portray Kyoutani but I feel like this fic does a very good job with his character!

there’s repeated cameos from other aobajousai members and Tanaka, Yamamoto, and Misaki are all pretty important characters in this fic. this fic also addresses how different people handle coming out to both friends and family

this is a fic I’d recommend to people with exquisite taste who ship kyouhaba and who just want the best for both of them!

Mistakes and Misunderstandings

I really like this fic and how it deals with the relationship between Semi and Shirabu and their own differences in personality! it also touches on how them having a strained relationship affects their teammates and how the other members try to help them work it out

I like this fic especially because it shows how their own inner thoughts differ so greatly and presents a realistic way for them to learn to communicate with each other. it doesn’t just try to play the tsundere card and instead gives both characters good characterization and reasoning as to why they find it hard to just say what they mean

I’d recommend this fic to other STZ stans or to people who enjoy well written gen fics!!

Summer Leaves

a seijoh!Hinata and stz!Kageyama fic because it wouldn’t be a fic rec list if I didn’t include a Kageyama AU

I haven’t reread the Hinata POV chapters since the first time I read the fic but I’ve read the Kageyama chapters over a few times and really enjoy the characterization of both Kageyama and the other STZ members. the way Oikawa is written in this fic feels fairly truthful to canon and none of the other aobajousai members are very OOC. out of the STZ members Semi in particular is written in a way I rarely see for him which is always refreshing

this fic is one I’d recommend to people who like teamswap AUs especially since it’s so well written!

as bright as a blackhole; and twice as dense

almost 30,000 words of Kageyama being dense and awkward in social situations while Tsukishima watches on in pain

plenty of cameos from other characters and doting on Kageyama

if you like crack fic that’s taken a bit too seriously then this is for you

rainwater

Five Times Kawanishi Wanted to Hold Shirabu's Hand, and One Time He Did

Statistics and Star Princes

harbour lights

Window Vine

just a bunch of STZ ship fics that I also adore but am too tired to also talk about in any detail because writing this rec list took more time than I thought and I’m exhausted

#asks #babbling #fic rec #haikyuu!!

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im-always-a-slut-for-soukoku · 4 years

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do u have any favorite soukoku fics/soukoku fic recs? from a fellow soukoku slut

I'M SO GLAD YOU ASKED ANON BOY DO I HAVE FIC RECS

THIS BAD BOY RIGHT HERE MADE ME CRY. INTROSPECTIVE DAZAI AND REALLY AMAZINGLY WRITTEN: LINGER BY ISKENDARIS. 17K ONESHOT RATED G

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17243513

Have you ever wanted soulmate au skk mafia days but told from an outside perspective? How about from Mori's perspective. Surprisingly sweet, pining tangible even from the outside. This one is written by someone who doesn't know me at all but I Love Them with All My Heart. Of hateful things and things of Beauty by Lua. 3.9k oneshot, rated T

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20228563

Next up another shorter one filled with mostly just spite now that I think about it, and features Chuuya realising that Dazai needs him more than Chuuya needs Dazai. This is Gospel by Asher_Blackwood, 2.7k twoshot, rated M (because of violence, not smut)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/9386330/chapters/21248921

This next one is so cute Anon, but also holds lots of feelings so watch out. Domestic, canonverse skk. You're the Calm in the Storm by carrotcouple, 3.4k oneshot, rated T

https://archiveofourown.org/works/203406888

ALRIGHT TIME TO CRY AGAIN AND HAVE WAY TOO MANY FEELINGS. So this one is an au where Dazai is also an experiment, and was actually made in tandem with Chuuya to be a matched set. Follow Chuuya as he tries to find the other experiment that he can't remember for the life of him, and Dazai deals with it exactly how you would expect teenage Dazai to: being a punk and not telling him. This is probably in my top ten skk fic, DEFINITELY check this one out. Splitted Star by MaelStromm, 25k oneshot, rated E (this one has smut at the very end, can be avoided! The other things to look out for are clearly laid out in the tags)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20099170?view_adult=true

Okay I can't describe too much about this one without giving away some super cool developments,,,, but it's canon-divergence where Mori dies and Chuuya takes over. Gets dark, as a heads up. The Boss and his Master by bluemisfortune, 14k four chapters, rated M (some smuttier stuff and references to sex, but nothing overly explicit)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18390905/chapters/43553285

Want something SAPPY and CUTE AS HELL???? HAVE STARGAZING SKK. Close Your Eyes and Make a Wish by (Root) Fyki, 1.7k oneshot, rated T

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19475548

Domestic skk and Dazai loopy off sleep meds??? Yes please. Go the F*ck to Sleep by chuuzuke, 3.9k oneshot, rated T

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18484492

Hey,,, wanna cry over military!Chuuya and teacher!Dazai? Fluff and crying, have fun. And that's how Summer Passed (Away) by MonieTries, 3.2k oneshot, rated T

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17880509

Dazai throws Chuuya a hospital party for managing to get shot despite being bulletproof. Teenage skk, emotional constipation, feelings realization, fluff, the works. Bulletproof by setosdarkness, 1.5k oneshot, rated T

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19482892

Another soulmate au -- this time featuring flower language! Angst, from pre mafia days all the way to the Lovecraft fight. Another STRONG reccomendation. Place a Flower Crown Around Your Neck by Leonawriter, 4k oneshot, rated T.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19761637

I hope you like these! If you ever want more, let me know~ I'm gonna reblog some other reccomendations I've seen as well to avoid repeats and whatnot, and if you want I can link em to this ask as well

(also, if you were wanting or more explicit things, feel free to send another ask or dm me! Trust me when I say I am well read on skk smut alongside skk in general)

#fic recs

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amintyworld · 5 years

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Together - Sanders Sides Fic - Part 2 of "Brothers"

A/N: It's here! Part 2 is finally here! Thank you to all those who liked the first, and especially those who left a nice comment, it really warmed my heart to see you enjoy my work. Hope you enjoy this one, Part one is on my blog, and I reccomend reading the first part before reading this one to understand the story a bit better. Enjoy!

Ship: Plantonic LAMP, Prinxiety

Summary: Roman won't be ripped apart again from someone he loves.

TW: Sympathetic Remus, Brotherly Advice, Seperation, Kissing, Dancing, Crushing, Sandness,

They'd been texting a while. Roman seemed almost glued to his phone half the time, texting Virgil. He'd developed the ever loathing crush on him, always thinking of him, texting him, calling him.

He laid on his red bed, giggling at Virgil's latest text, when his father, Patton called from downstairs. "Roman, kiddo, you have a guest!"

Guest?

He shoved his phone in his pocket and sauntered down the steps. Patton smiled giddily at him as he walked down, and his father Logan carried in a huge suitcase.

Wait…

"THOMAS!" Roman yelled, running and giving him a huge hug as he stepped through the door. The impact sent Thomas back a few steps. "You're home! I've missed you so much!"

Thomas ruffled his little brother's hair. "I've got a month off for Christmas, so I thought I'd surprise you by coming in a few days early."

"Best. Surprise. Ever." Roman smiled. Thomas was Patton's sister's son, who he took care of when she passed. He's three years older than Roman, already in College. Thomas had been there for Roman since… forever.

In fact, if it wasn't for Thomas dragging Roman out to his Theater Club's play, Roman would've never gotten his love of Theater in the first place.

"Now, what's going on, Ro? Tell me everything." Thomas said, sitting on their brown couch.

"Well, I…" Roman said, sinking into the fluffy couch. "I found...Remus."

"Wait, wait, wait…" Thomas said. "You found Remus?! As in… your twin from Theodosia's Orphanage?! That Remus?!"

Roman just nodded. "He got adopted, actually. I was… tutoring his brother."

Thomas laughed. "What a small world, huh?" Roman's phone buzzed, and he went to check it. Virgil had sent a few messages about what went on during their last session - Roman spilled soda on Virgil.

Roman giggled, and Thomas smiled. "Soooo, who's the guy?"

"Huh?! What guy?" Roman asked.

"Roman Price Sanders, I am your brother. I know when my little bro is crushing on someone. So, who's the guy?" Thomas said, smiling.

"Virgil Sanders. He's a grade below me. I...tutor him." Roman admitted.

"Hold the phone - you're crushing on the brother of your now adopted twin brother?" Thomas asked. Roman sheepishly nodded.

"Promise you won't tell Dad?" Roman begged. "He'll spill to Lo, and you know how he gets about this."

"Of course, Ro." Thomas said. "I won't say a word."

"Speaking of," Roman said. "There's this dance, and I really want to ask him, but I...I dunno what to say."

Thomas sighed, holding out his hand for the phone. "I got you."

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Virgil struggled with his history homework, trying to remember dates. Thanks to Roman, he flew through his math, remembering everything from their sessions.

Well, he remembered at LOT more than just math. He blushed at the thought of last week, their mouths so close together, his breath in his ear. He was fit. More than fit, even. They'd look at the same book, hunched close together, while Roman would explain the problem and how to solve it, voice nearly soft in his ear. Just when he thought their lips were so close they could touch, soda spilled on his jeans.

He looked down, noticing his answer to the Commander of the South Civil War armies - Roman Sanders

He went red, erasing the answer quickly. His phone buzzed. A text from Roman. Roman hadn't responded for 15 minutes, and Virgil was slightly worried. What was going on?

He opened the message and he couldn't believe what he was reading.

Look, I really like you. If you like me, I'd be honored to be your date to the prom.

The prom?! As in...the Senior Prom?! Roman Sanders wanted to take him to his own Senior Prom.

Oh. My. God.

He..he didn't know how to respond. He was frozen. Was this why he'd been silent for 15 minutes?! Another buzz. Roman was calling him. He took a deep breath and answered.

"OhmygodVirgilpleasedon'thateme…" Roman started, on his own little tangent of a freak out.

"Roman, I wanna go with you."

"I mean how STUPID am I- wait. What did you just say?"

Virgil took a deep breath. "I'd be honored to accompany you to the Senior Prom, Roman."

There was a long pause. "Can you...give me a minute?"

"Uh, sure." He could hear Roman trying to cover the microphone, squealing and yelling in excitement. Virgil stifled a laugh. Roman uncovered the phone.

"Friday night then. I'll pick you up at 7?"

"Of course, Princey. I'll be ready."

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They'd been at the party for a bit, drinking punch with Remus, joking around, laughing. Then, Roman had dragged him outside for some air, leaving Remus doing the worm, a crowd forming around him.

The moon shone bright against the back, velvety sky. They sat on the front steps, the music blasting behind them. They looked up to the night sky. A thought loomed over them, and both couldn't help but think about it.

Roman and Remus would be graduating in a few months, going off to college. Virgil was only a Junior. Was tonight all they had before they were ripped apart?

"Sky's beautiful." Roman said, trying not to think about it.

"Yeah, it is." Virgil responded, the weight of the situation weighing on his mind. Silence passed through them both. "So, you're graduating in a few months…"

"...yeah." Another pause. Roman turned to Virgil. "I'm really going to miss you."

Virgil held back a few tears. "I'm gonna miss you too." Roman held Virgil's cheek as he wiped the falling tears.

He smiled. "Don't cry, Virge. You'll get mascara all over your tux." Virgil laughed.

"If… tonight is all we have left, I...I wanna do something." Virgil said. "But, only if you'd let me."

"Of course." Roman said as Virgil stood, holding out his hand. A slow dance started behind them.

"Then…" Virgil bit his lip. "May I have this dance?"

Roman blushed. "Of course, Emo Nightmare."

Virgil lead as they danced on the concrete, spinning, twirling, moving. Then, Virgil dipped Roman, pressing his lips to his. "Virgil, what are you-"

Roman's leg twisted around Virgil's, not wanting the moment to end. Remus smiled as he watched from the doorway, holding back a snicker.

Those two were hopeless for each other.

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"Wait, hold up." Remus said. "It's over?! What...why?!"

Virgil sighed as he plopped on his bed. "He's going off to College, Rem. I don't want him to fail because he's focused on seeing me every weekend. I...I want him to achieve everything he's always wanted, even if it means I have to be out of the picture."

"But, I SAW you two!"

"You SAW us?!"

"I was trying to find you guys, and...that's besides the point. There were sparks between you. I saw the way you looked at each other, the kiss...it was real."

"He's leaving today, Rem. That's it. It's over. Can you just drop it, please? It was only a stupid, stupid kiss." Virgil snapped, eyes brimming with tears.

"But-"

Virgil rolled over, laying on his bed, facing the wall. "Just leave me alone."

Remus sighed, closing the door.

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Logan rolled Roman's bright red suitcase over to the car, while Patton shouldered his duffel. Thomas leaned with his shoulder against the doorway. "You're really sure it's the right choice?"

Roman huffed, packing a second suitcase. "I wouldn't just break his heart if there wasn't any other way."

"I know, but-"

"It was amazing while it lasted, like… almost a fairytale. But you know it won't work."

"But, Ro-"

Roman snapped his suitcase shut, a hard thud as it hit the floor. "That's everything." He rolled the suitcase toward the door. "Come on, Thomas." Without another word, he rolled past him to the stairs.

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Roman wasn't happy. A year passed as he went to class after class, Virgil always coming back to his thoughts, the thought of the kiss…

He didn't hang out with his friends, he didn't go to parties, he just studied and went to class. He felt like a robot.

He should be happy, right? He was in College, getting his Acting Degree. He was working to be a Broadway Star, his dream since he was little.

Why wasn't he happy?!

Nothing seemed to make him happy anymore. Not even Musical Theater. Not even Disney movies. The world seemed dull, losing the luster Virgil had given it.

He heard Virgil had got accepted to MIT, all the way in Boston. He guessed he wanted to be as far away from him as humanly possible, and well, Roman couldn't blame him.

One weekend, in the middle of studying, he had an idea. A crazy, stupid, romantic idea. His mind told him no, yet his heart yearned for him to do it.

He remembered what his Father, Patton, told him: "Follow your heart, Roman."

Follow my...heart...?

Roman grabbed his keys and sprinted out the door, adrenaline pumping as he ran to his car.

He only hoped he had enough fuel for the trip.

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Virgil's roommate, Remy, was on his fifth Redbull, and now his fourth coffee, cramming for the exam. "Dude, how are you still alive?" Virgil joked. "You haven't slept for three days."

"Sleep is for suckers." He said. "A bit more cramming, and I'll be ready for Monday's test."

"Remy, take a break-" Virgil said, reaching for his arm, when Remy turned and let out a hiss.

"Did...did you just hiss at me?" Virgil said. "I think College is really starting to mess with you." A knock at the door sent him out of his thoughts. He went to answer, surprised, to say the least.

"Roman?! What are you doing here?"

"Virgil, I...I have something to say. You can hate me after, but I just need to talk to you."

"Okay…. what's up?" Virgil said, extremely confused.

"I was a selfish jerk to you. I only thought of myself, when I didn't realize you were hurt, too. I realized last year, I made the biggest mistake of my life by breaking your heart, and I...I don't want to do it again."

"What are you saying?" Virgil asked.

"I'm saying...you make me happy, Virgil, and...I'm miserable without you. I...I love you with all my heart, and I want you to be with me forever, and nothing will break us apart. Not ever again."

"Roman, what are you-?!"

"Virgil Vincent Black, will you marry me?" Roman said, getting down on one knee, and showing him the ring he'd bought with all his savings. Logan would be disgusted he'd spent his savings spur of the moment, but he didn't care.

He loved him.

"Roman, I-" Virgil stuttered. "I dunno what to say, I…"

After all this time, Virgil couldn't deny his feelings. He loved Roman. He couldn't believe what Roman was telling him. He thought he'd be better off without him, but he guessed he was wrong.

He was glad he was wrong.

"Yes… yes, yes, yes, Roman, I will marry you!" Virgil said, tears going down his face as Roman slid the ring on. Virgil grabbed his collar and pulled him in for a passionate kiss. When they came up for hair, Roman was a blushing mess. Virgil's face blushed.

"I've been waiting to do that." He said, catching his breath, smiling at his Fiance.

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musingmycelium · 5 years

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ship-a-thon

thanks for the tag @allisondraste <3

and i’ll tag @goblin-deity @dirthara-mama @my-da-phase @mocha-writes and @sulevinblade <3 no obligations of course <3

1. First ship you ever wrote fic for:

uuuuUUUHH fanfic would be dorian x bull x lavellan because i have a massive soft spot for polyships and i never ever ever get to see content for them in canon spheres and rareeeeeeeeely in fanon circles so i decided to make my own

2. Ship you write the most now

zevran x ellanis tabris

by like, a lot. ellanis has absolutely dominated my muse energies for a while now and i love him so much so most of my time is writing about him and zevran

3. Ship you read the most now:

i wish i had more time to read! gaaaah! with grad school maniacally stealing all but a handful of my spoons i generally have to choose between reading and writing and generally choose to write. BUUUUT i am reading (slowly, so slowly oh my god) @trvelyans amazing hawke x quizzy fic, fire on fire, @veridium-bye ‘s superb cassandra x f!quizzy fic, fire in her mouth, and @dalish-ish ‘s beautiful lysette x adan fic, see fire and go towards light all of which i cannot reccomend enough

4. Newest ship:

anders x surana

listen, listen. i have no excuse noure just kinda sprung into being and drop kicked me in the head hollering about mage rights. i didn’t mean for them to end up with anders, originally they were going to be a morriganmancer, but getting to know them and exploring their backstory i found out they’re in love with anders and boy howdy its been a wild ride

5. Rare ship you wanna read more of:

i need more awakening ships in my life -non hawke andermancing, nathaniel howe ships, VELANNA X SIGRUN LIKE HELLO?! i love love love love the awakening crew and anything i can find with them in it has me absolutely catatonic with pleasure

6. Your taboo ship:

uuuUUUH one that i ship or one that i find taboo? i guess a ‘taboo’ ship i think could work if done with utmost care is fenris x anders but honestly the way fandom takes both of their characters and twists them i don’t think i have ever nor will ever see it done the way it needs to be handled in order for it to be a) not fetishistic b) not abusive and c) healthy/growing/loving

a ship i find ‘taboo’ that many others ship [and that can be done well if handled well but it just doesn’t sit too well with me] is any templar/mage ship [especially templar/mage elf looking at you cullavellan] just because there are inherent power imbalances involved and most of the time they’re either overlooked or portrayed as nothing and that unsettles me

7. They never met in canon ship:

HMMM i guess technically anders x surana? noure doesn’t have the, uh, typical origins storyline so their canon is batshit and even if they would have met in awakening if ellanis hadn’t been the warden they still didn’t meet canonically in the circle technically

8. Your unexpected ship:

oh definitely anders x noure -like i said noure took their creation and ran and i’ve been playing catch up ever since

9. The ship you always forget to give love to:

ALL OF MY DA2 SHIPS HOLY FUCK

wren and galahad are so forgotten in my writing hachi machi. i love them and their stories but woof i always seem to put them on the backburner. galahad and fenris have a fuckin sweet almost romance until they gt their shit together and commit and grow and wren is a fucking trainwreck of a lesbian and her relationship with merrill and isabela is something i want to explore in depth but don’t have the spoons to do at the moment

10. Ship your OC with a canon character (if applicable):

literally all of them lads, literally all of them

11. Ship you’re embarrassed to ship:

well. since allison mentioned it in hers i guess the single most embarrasing thing i’ve evr posted and unironically enjoyed to write and partake in an evening of endulging was a sosie [solas x josephine and no you read that right] piece called wicked grace -i’ve even thought about continuing it because it actually had some interesting dynamics and i’m lost in the sauce of appreciating good seduction romance juice

12. Your most romantic ship:

i thought this was going to be an easy answer of ellanis x zevran but honestly? my lavellans are all so romantic? idrilla and solas are all about soft romance, da’ean and bull and dorian show their affections in little things that add up, and linayel romances cass who is the single most romantic character in dai so like, the boy knows what’s up catch him reading her poetry or kissing her forehead or holding her hand 24/7 just because he can

13. Your sexiest ship:

oh fuck probably ellanis x zevran because they have an electric connection and, after they admit it, a strong caring relationship.

14. Your most tragic ship:

i see your solavllan and raise you suranders -idrilla and solas at least have end goals and aspirations and big grand arcs. noure and anders get ash and brands and shattered souls

15. A ship you want more content for:

hoooOOOOOO boy i don’t know i’m starved for like all content but if i had to pick probably more f/f content because my wlw ass is desperate to see other women and feminine-aligned people falling in love and having happy endings

#thanks for the tag!#uwu #i'm ready and willing to dissolve into sea foam

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blarfkey · 6 years

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Thick As Thieves -- Solas/Cadash

Chapter 5 update!

The first chapter is here for you to check out. The link to the fic is in the sidebar of my blog in case Tumblr is still hiding links in the tags.

title:Thick As Thieves

fandom: Dragon age

Pairing: Solas/f!Cadash

Summary: Everything he had planned for the last several centuries has gone up in the literal smoke still billowing from the Conclave and his only hope lies embedded in the hand of a petty criminal dwarf who looks barely old enough to buy a mug of ale. It takes all his self control not to cackle in some forgotten corner like the mad Fen'Harel of Dalish infamy.

Rating: PG - PG 13

Tags: slow (slooooowwwwwww) burn, enemies to friends to lovers, culture clash, Solas has a judgey mouth and it gets him in a lot of trouble

The dwarf who bears his mark is not in any way intimidating. She reminds Solas of a child, not just in stature (though the top of her head barely graces his shoulder) but in her countenance. With round cheeks splattered with freckles and eyes like a fawn, she carries an air of innocence. In fact, the most frightening thing about her is the pair of wicked daggers strapped to her back and even they look out of place, a child playing dress-up. It makes Cassandra's caution look almost comical.

He can tell from the bewildered expression on her face that she has had few interactions with powerful magic. She has no issue stabbing demons, yet stalls in front of the rift, forcing him to grab the mark and do it for her. Afterwards, she stares at her in hand in morbid fascination.

"What did you do?" she asks.

"I did nothing. The credit is yours." Millenia of practice allows him to speak these words with a smile as he swallows bile.

Noticing Cassandra's agitated pacing int he corner of his eye, he launches into an explanation of the mark and it's abilities, based on his "theories." The lies fall easy from his lips, a skill he is not proud to have. Cassandra, desperate for hope, swallows them without question.

"It seems you hold the key to our salvation," he tells the dwarf, and the bitter irony of that statement nearly chokes him.

She just looks at him, lost and perhaps a little horrified. He almost feels pity for her, this simple creature who stumbled into magic far beyond what she can handle. A protective urge wells up in him and he stamps it back down.

"And here I thought we'd be ass deep in demons forever." Varric pipes up, unable to handle not being the center of attention for more than a few minutes. "Varric Tethras: rogue, storyteller, and, occasionally, unwelcome tagalong."

He throws Cassandra a wink, who rolls her eyes. Solas secretly wants to join her.

"Are you with the Chantry, or . . ." she trails off.

Solas laughs, he can't help it. The thought of Varric praying piously in front a statue of Andraste, his chest hair on full display -- "Is that serious question?"

Her deadpan tone says yes, but there's a gleam in her eye, a spark of levity that suggests otherwise.

"Technically I'm a prisoner here -- just like you," Varric says, which immediately offends Cassandra.

"I brought you here to tell your story to the Divine. Clearly that's no longer necessary."

"And yet here I am. Lucky for you, considering current events."

The prisoner graces Varric with her first smile. It's small and weak -- barely more than the twitch of her mouth -- but the spark of warmth it brings promises that the full effect could be dangerous indeed.

"It's good to meet you Varric," she says.

"You may reconsider that, in time," murmurs Solas. Despite the shortness of their acquaintance, Varric and Cassandra bicker more often than most married couples that Solas knew.

"Aww, I'm sure we'll become great friends int he valley, Chuckles," Varric shoots right back to him. It took him approximately half a day to bestow an ironic nickname for Solas that, unfortunately, shows no signs of dying down.

"Absolutely not." Cassandra steps in between them, lording her height over Varric, who does not back down.

Solas braces himself for yet another one of their spats.

"My name is Solas, if there are to be introductions," he says to the prisoner as they argue in the background. "I'm pleased to see you still yet live."

But not for much longer. He stopped the mark from killing her instantly, but he can only hold off it's effect for so long. Eventually it will destroy this dwarf, devour her like dry firewood.

"Shay Cadash," she says, turning that small but dangerous smile on him.

"What he means is, 'I kept that mark from killing you as you slept'," Varric interjects, surprising Solas at how quick he is to give others credit.

Her smile drops immediately. A strange look replaces it- like she swallowed something bitter. But she covers it up quickly enough to make Solas wonder if he had seen it at all.

"Then I owe you my thanks," she says, turning towards him and giving him a solomn bow of her head.

She looks anything but grateful.

"Thank me if we manage to close the breach without killing you in the process," he says. He has no need of her gratitude. He wants to get rid of the Breach and get his orb back -- and if the dwarf dies, well that makes getting his mark back remarkably easier.

He assures Cassandra that no mage, much less a dwarf, could ever have the power to create the Breach. And though he has nothing to reccomend him -- no allies or education or background to vouch for him -- Cassandra accepts them without protest. He does not know if she is merely naive or has an innate judge of character, but her trust in him will be easily exploited.

"We must get to the forward camp quickly," she says and they move on, the dwarf trailing behind them.

"So let me guess: Surface dwarf, maybe part of the Carta?"

They've headed into the forest, snow drifting from the pines overhead at the slightest breeze. Varric walks beside the prisoner as if they're on a leisurely stroll to admire the scenery, his crossbow slung over his shoulder.

"What makes you say that?"

"I can tell a proper Orzamarr dwarf from fifty paces. Also you got that shifty smuggler look to you."

Solas raises an eyebrow. He has seen shifty smuggler dwarves -- eye-patches and rough beards and scars. The prisoner's guilelessbrown eyes and freckled cheeks does not resemble them any more than Solas resembles the Dalish.

The prisoner certainly stiffens at the remark. "Are you calling me a criminal?"

He can tell she is fighting to sound nonchalant.

"You are a criminal," Cassandra says, disgusted.

"Now now," says Varric in a condescending tone that is sure to grate on Cassandra. "There's nothing wrong with being a criminal. Keeps the guards in business."

If Solas had any doubts that Varric dabbled in illegal ventures, they have all but disappeared.

"Well I'm not the only one with the shifty smuggler look," says the prisoner, looking at Varric pointedly.

"Varric didn't destroy the conclave," Cassandra snaps.

"That you know of," says Varric. "We shifty smuggler types can be tricky."

He winks at the prisoner. An hour into their acquaintance and Varric is already trying to adopt her. Solas wonders how long it will take for the prisoner to gain an embarrassing nickname. He had "chuckles" in two days.

It does not escape his notice, however, that the prisoner does not deny her Carta associations. It seems almost unbelievable, looking at her, but that might be the point. She might use her youth and air of innocence as tools to make her enemies underestimate her. He can't deny their effectiveness -- he fell for it himself. It makes this entire mess of a situation even more complicated and Solas bites his tongue to keep the hysterics down.

Everything he had planned for the last several centuries has gone up in the literal smoke still billowing from the Conclave and his only hope lies embedded in the hand of a petty criminal dwarf who looks barely old enough to buy a mug of ale. It takes all his self control not to cackle in some forgotten corner like the mad Fen'Harel of Dalish infamy.

Every aspect of Fen'Harel he crafted to be a spectacle, from his dress to his mannerisms to his speech. His name alone summoned dread in his enemies and strength in his allies. Even a thousand years later, the Dalish fear to speak it.

Solas, by comparison, must be invisible. Mild. Polite. His clothes simple, his voice pleasant, his words comforting and informative by turns. Solas the humble apostate is no less a fabrication than Fen'Harel and compared to Cassandra's intensity and Varric's quick wit, he melts into the background, forgotten. Free to watch the bearer of his mark and what he notices does her little credit.

They call her the Herald. Cadash either confirms or denies this, depending on who she is talking to. Much of the Herald's disposition changes with her surroundings and companions. It makes it difficult to pinpoint exactly who she is. The only constants are her levity, a trait blooming to life now that she has grown more comfortable and the threat of execution no longer hangs over her head, and her ability to win over each and every person in the Inquisition with a systematic determination that disturbs him.

Cassandra's suspicions lasted barely the first night. Part of this stems from her own intelligence, for not even grief or anger can blind her from seeing the truth of a situation. She lives up to her title in that respect. But Cadash's continual expressions of respect for Cassandra, discussions of her faith, her immediate loyalty to the Inquisition's cause certainly helped that forgiveness along.

Cadash speaks tactics and shares underworld contacts with Leliana. She compliments Cullen's leadership and spars with his soldiers. She trades quips with Varric and insults Orzamarr Dwarves and of course she has read all of his books.

She doesn't quite know what to make of Solas -- no one here does -- but she always offers that dangerous fragment of a smile for him and combats his formality by trying to make him laugh. In fact, she goes out of her way to acknowledge him, even if it's just offering up a "good morning" or asking how well he slept. No matter how much he tries to stay in the background, he always attracts her attention.

It would all seem coincidental if Solas has not witnessed the calculating expression that creeps on her face when she thinks no one is watching her. No matter how genuine she may seem, it's clear her interactions are charades, carefully calculated and flawless executed to secure the people's loyalty.

It leaves the truth of Shay Cadash a mystery, but one Solas will piece together.

"Good morning, " she greets him the day before they head out for the Hinterlands.

"The Chosen of Andraste," he says, a hint of bitterness he can't control seeping into his tone. "The blessed hero come to save us all."

She looks over at him, her lips quirked and that gleam in her eye, as if they two of them are sharing an inside joke.

"That sounds a lot flashier than Freckles," she says, citing Varric's nickname for her. "Tell me, am I riding in on a shining steed?"

A smile twitches on his face before he can stop it. He must admit, it's hard not to be charmed by her at times. Parts of her interactions are genuine. But her sincerity to makes her insincerity all the more believable.

"I would have suggested a griffon. But sadly they're extinct. Joke as you will, but posturing is necessary."

As if she needed such advice, but Solas needs to find a role to play if he wants to stay in the Inquisition and Mentor gives him a perfect amount of influence.

The Herald rolls her eyes and leans closer to her him, lowering her voice."This whole thing sounds like a farce, to be honest. Some great joke of the universe. All I wanted to do was find out how the mange/templar was going to screw with Lyrium sales. Trust me, I did not ask for any of this."

She glances down at her gloved hand, the light of the Anchor barely imperceptible through the leather. Rather than parade it around, the mark stays hidden, as if she cannot bear to look at it.

"But someone has to seal the Breach and no one else's hand has been possessed by ancient, unknown magic, so I guess everyone is stuck with me."

For a brief moment she looks lost, uncertain, a dark cloud stolen over the sunlight of her disposition. Needles of guilt prick him, but Solas ignores it. This is nothing but an attempt to make him feel protective of her and he cannot be manipulated.

"Spoken nobly indeed," he says instead.

Judging by the raised eyebrow he gets from her, he did not entirely suppress his sarcasm.

"You think I'm mocking you. This age has made people cynical." He turns and looks over at the cage of mountains that surround them. "I've journeyed deep into the Fade and ancient ruins and battlefields to see the dreams of lost civilizations. I've watched as hosts of spirits clashed to reenact the bloody past in ancient wars both famous and forgotten."

He turns back to her. "Every great war has it's heroes. I'm just curious as to what kind you'll be."

He allows his words to linger, to settle like heavy fog between them. Let her know that he is watching. Let her know that her every action is being weighed and judged. She may not care what an apostate thinks of her, but Fen'Harel's conclusion will be a matter of her life and death.

If she notices the weight of his speech, it does not show in her face. The cloud has passed and her eyes are bright.

"Hopefully the kind that chases kids off my farm with my cane and rambles on endlessly about the glory days to anyone who makes eye contact with me in a bar."

Despite his best efforts, the corner of his lip tugs up. "I can think of worse fates."

She takes her leave then, to finish packing for the Hinterlands and finalize plans with Cullen. Solas watches her go, frustrated. Her jokes give him nothing of substance to analyze, tell him nothing about her save perhaps an aversion to taking anything seriously. (No wonder she and Varric get along so well.)

He cannot shake the feeling that she did so on purpose.

Solas keeps his suspicions of the Herald to himself. It's clear now, after gaining three more recruits, that Cadash is very good at what she does: she systematically finds a point of commonality between her and any given member of the Inquisition and exploits it. It doesn't matter if they are a Qunari spy, a Grey Warden or a street urchin with a bow -- Cadash won them over in the time it takes Solas to choke down a cup of tea.

Only he remains unaffected from her guileless tactics, perhaps because his situation so closely mirrors hers. They are both outcasts, pretending fealty to the Inquisition to secure their own survival, manipulating the people around them to hide the truth of their identity.

Shay Cadash isn’t the chosen messenger of a goddess any more than Solas is a humble apostate. The hypocrisy of his disapproval is not lost upon him; yet Solas finds something dishonest in how far she will take her manipulations. He keeps his companions at a polite, but firm, distance with strict boundaries – he would never go so far as to fabricate comradery.

The Herald has no such compunctions; Watching her trade stories with the Iron Bull, or prank ideas with Sera or discussing Grey Warden history with Blackwall -- watching them slowly open up to her, while she plays them like puppets on a string, leaves a bad taste in his mouth.

He refuses to join them, keeping up his rigid formality in the face of all her questions and humor. It frustrates her, he can tell. She drags him all over the Hinterlands for weeks as the sole mage of the party, peppering him with question after question. The Fade fascinates her. A part of Solas would like to believe in her insatiable curiosity, but he knows that if he did not value the Fade so openly, she would have lost interest in it weeks ago.

That does not stop him from enabling her behavior, if only for the pathetic reason that he dearly wishes to have someone with whom to discuss it. She may raise some eyebrows at his ideas, but she never openly passes judgement upon them and she listens to them with a seemingly open mind. He wishes everyone else had the open mindness she appears to have and he wishes, secretly, that her openmindedness wasn't an obvious ploy to win his loyalty.

It's almost enough to make one forget that she's the member of a ruthless crime family. But she gives herself away in her deft hands, able to pick any non-magical lock, or in her silent footsteps, the way she can sense even the subtlest traps. No matter how enthusiastically she embraces the Inquisition, Solas has no doubts that she schemes for ways to give herself power and influence through it.

Unfortunately, just as he can sniff out a fellow deceiver, so can she. Cadash has been sniffing him out with less subtlety than she believes. Cloaked in flattery, in the fascimile of friendship, in the nonchalant air of a joke, she keeps him close, prods him with questions, tests his answers. She neatly side-steps all questions about her life in the Carta and yet has no issue probing into the depths of everyone else's personal life, most notably his.

It's on one such occasion that his polite veneer finally cracks. She is plying him with questions about his origin. He counters them with the same vague, inconclusive answers she gives everyone else, but inside his temper boils. He's sick of her distrust, her false overtures of friendship, her hypocrisy.

"You said earlier you’re from the north, Solas. How far north? Are you used to snow? Is that you can walk around with bare feet all the time? Or is that magic? Or is it just an elf thing? Do elves have special feet?"

The questions pop out like fireflies, as if one question in turn inspires another and she must ask them all before she forgets. Her child-like curiosity is almost winsome, but Solas refuses to be charmed by it.

He is sick of playing this game with her while she thinks she can charm his suspicions away like she has done to everyone else. As if he's as naive as a toddler.

"I know what you're doing, Herald," he says. "And I must warn you, it will not work on me."

Shock flickers across her face, quick as as candle flame before she snuffs it out. He treasures it all the same, a mark of triumph.

"Oh God,” she says, closing her eyes in mortification. “I’m being really annoying, aren’t I? I didn't mean to intrude, you're just literally the most interesting person here. You can tell me to shut up if I get to be too much. It won't offend me. My cousin's done it a hundred times."

Oh, she is good. In the face of her sudden embarrassment, Solas almost feels guilty for calling her out.

Almost.

"You're probing me. Trying to catch me in a lie. Testing my loyalty."

After a moment her features relax into something more sheepish -- but not at all regretful.

"You caught me," she says with a rueful smile. "But you can hardly blame me. You're so distant and mysterious. It’s hard not to be curious about you.”

How tightly she still clings to pretense, as if she still had a chance to deceive him. She has no idea who she’s dealing with.

"And the fact that I'm both an elf and an apostate mage has nothing to do with your curiosity?” He struggles to keep his tone neutral.

Her eyebrows raise. "I don’t know. Does the fact that I’m a Carta dwarf have anything to do with the fact that you don't like me?"

Her words leave him floundering for a reply.

"It's not hypocritical to be distrustful of a criminal," he snaps, his control breaking. “It’s just common sense.”

Hurt flashes in her eyes, just a split second before her face shutters into apathy. Solas curses himself and his temper. He is too old and too experienced to allow someone so young and idiotic to get to him. Besides, the Herald has power and influence in the Inquisition now; it’s dangerous to make her an enemy.

"I apologize," he says, though the words taste bitter in his mouth. "That was uncalled for."

Her demeanor shifts. The look in her eyes grows sharp and calculating. She stands confidant, chin up and shoulders straight. No trace of her genial, sunny disposition remains. Like a veil lifted, Solas finally sees the true Shay Cadash.

"Oh, don’t bother,” she says sweetly. “You were just being honest. Probably for the first time. I appreciate it, actually, more than that polite mask you wear all the time. And I’m not the only criminal here, apostate. We’re both in a precarious boat and you’re not exactly in a position to be alienating potential allies.”

“And what do you mean by that?” he says. The implication in her words is clear, but it’s impossible for anyone to know of his part in the destruction.

“I mean, if I were going to point fingers at who blew up the temple, I would start with the weird apostate who knows everything about the Fade and showed up out of nowhere.”

Solas keeps his expression very still. He does not allow himself even the tiniest of flinches, for none would escape the notice of her keen gaze. But still, it unnerves him how accurate her suspicions are, how easily she jumped to such conclusions when no one else has.

“You cast suspicion to draw attention away from yourself,” he tells her shortly, aiming his tone for offended and disdainful. “I was no where near the temple at the time of the explosion. Leilana has confirmed this with multiple witnesses. Do you not trust her word?”

Her gaze does not waver, unconvinced and unfazed.

“What’s your last name, Solas?”

A multitude of names, both real and stolen, fly through his mind, but he waits too long to answer.

“That’s what I thought,” she says and her smugness cuts through him like a knife. “See, Solas, here’s the thing. I have just about as much control of being a part of the Carta as you have over being a mage. But at least the Carta taught me that loyalty matters above all else. We might backstab everyone around us, but we’re loyal to our own. Without that loyalty, infighting makes the Carta fall to pieces. By those standards, this Inquisition isn't any different. And already, people from all races and beliefs and classes have started to unite themselves for this goal. Except for you."

Her conscious mind knows nothing dangerous about him, but her instincts practically scream his duplicity, he can see it in her eyes.

He is stepping on thin ice here.

"How do you come to that conclusion?" he asks. “I volunteered my services. I’m here because I chose to be.”

Unlike you, the implication clearly states, but if it insults her, the Herald does not let it show.

"You shun all company,” she says, ticking it off on her finger. “You give almost no personal information about yourself, and you distract others from this by being free and open about your esoteric information on the Fade that, conveniently, only you know. Everyone else here has ties and history and relationships. You are a complete unknown, even to our spymaster. If anyone could just up walk away from the Inquisition and sell all our secrets, it would be you."

In the last year Solas has found himself lost in the remnants of a world unmade by his own hand, with nothing but a paltry shadow of his former power to protect him from the violence that springs up in every corner, and stuck in the middle a powerful organization out for his head.

And yet the instincts of a simple dwarf, this young woman barely out of childhood, this criminal street rat, makes him feel more vulnerable than any of the other dangers combined. It infuriates him. Solas has played the Game flawlessly in a court a thousand times more vicious and bloodthirsty than Orlais could ever hope to be. Yet he cannot fool one simpleminded, magicless dwarf.

"I assure you, closing the Breach is of the utmost importance to me," he says, not that his words have any impact on her. "The Inquisition has my complete loyalty for that cause."

She waves his reassurances aside with a dismissive hand.

"Your assurances are meaningless if I don't know the kind of person you are. And I've tried to figure that out by befriending you, but you have too many walls up. Maybe if I were another elf, they might come down. But a dwarf stands no chance, does she? And certainly not a criminal.”

Solas does not know how to respond to that in a way that would not further offend her. His people never understood or agreed with Dwarves, and he carries that with him into this new age. Not all Dwarves are inherently bad, but they lack imagination and have little concern over issues that outside their sheltered world. Both qualities do little to inspire faith in this woman's ability to handle the Breach.

Something in her gaze shifts, her glare softening into something . . .tired. “You want honesty, Solas? Here’s some honesty. You frighten me. You saved my life and therefore I owe you a very great debt. I don't like not understanding the kind of person I owe and what they would ask of me.”

Before he can respond, Leliana appears. Solas would be real coin that she eavesdropped on at least part of their conversation, but she is too professional to let it show on her face.

"Ah, Herald. How did I guess I would find you here?" she says. "If you have a moment, I would like to share with you some information on Redcliffe that's come in."

"I have the time," the Herald says and she leaves without giving Solas so much as another glance.

After their conversation, the Herald changes. She still keeps up appearances, asking him relevant questions about the rifts, taking him with her to the Storm Coast, where she picks up a Qunari spy without so much as batting and eyelash at the dangerous implications of having such an ally.

When the others are present, it is as if the argument never happened. Only Solas can feel the difference: smiles that no longer reach her eyes, questions that are short and to the point without any of her usual curious rambling, ignoring his presence when she passes him in Haven instead of walking over with a greeting and a smile.

He thought he would prefer it.

Instead he finds it nearly intolerable.

Did she ever feel this patronized by his own brand of distant civility, as if he were too stupid to notice how thin the polite veneer was over her dislike? Every murmured “good morning,” every health poultice tossed to him in battle, feels somehow like a slap in the face; a duty rather than courtesy.

To add insult to injury, comparing their interaction with those she has with the other companions makes the chill of her attitude even more apparent. She and the Iron Bull connect near instantaneously, as only fellow liars can. Only because of its absence does Solas notice how often the Herald had tried to engage him in laughter and discussion before.

The most pressing issue is how his position within the Inquisition is now at risk. With each new success, both big and small, The Herald gathers more power and influence within the Inquisition. If she does decide to pursue her suspicions of him, Cassandra would have him banished before nightfall, and Solas needs the power and resources of the Inquisition to reacquire his orb.

Allowing his irritation to push him outside the boundaries of propriety and anonymity was a stupid, reckless move, the kind his younger self would have made. Solas cannot afford any more such mistakes; he walks a precarious line here, as Cadash infuriatingly pointed out.

If he wants any chance of his plans coming to fruition then he must return to the Herald’s good graces. And soon.

But underneath his frustration lies a true kernel of guilt that refuses to stay hidden in the background noise of his thoughts, like a stone in his foot wrappings. In that split second after he called her a criminal, Solas saw a flash of genuine pain. He had hurt her and he could tell its sincerity by how quickly she buried it.

Her words haunt him for days after.

"It's not hypocritical to be distrustful of a criminal, it's just common sense."

Indeed. Such words could be thrown back at him and ring more truthfully. She can't know. She cannot possibly know and yet her instincts tell her otherwise. Her unerring, perceptive suspicions make him afraid and in his fear he has lashed out and made an enemy.

Three thousand years old and he still acts like a child.

Here’s some honesty: you frighten me.

Solas. Frightening. To others the idea may seem absurd, a reaction he carefully cultivates. The truth of his identity would truly terrify her more so than the blank of the unknown that she despises. But these words haunt him more than the others. She doesn't fear his magic or his love of the Fade as the others do, but the vulnerability of being in debt to someone who could extract a terrible price for it. And she has no way of knowing that he would never ask of such a thing.

(The bitter irony that she believes he saved her life disquiets him.)

He can tolerate this no longer. He needs the protection that her friendship would provide -- and if that means to fabricate an apology and start over, then so be it. Two can play at that particular game.

(Solas ignores the thought that hovers in the back of his mind, that he may have genuinely misjudged her).

He waits impatiently for their return to Skyhold and the opportunity to speak with her privately, finally securing one as she leaves the stables.

"Herald," he calls, increasing his stride to catch up to her. She stops and waits for him, even though it would take but a moment to for his longer legs to close the gap between them. Her face shifts in a mask of indifference.

"May we speak in private? I have something important to discuss with you."

A wariness crosses the Herald's face and Solas feels a pinprick of guilt.

"Alright," she says.

She must think he has information about their upcoming meeting with the mages to follow him. Not everyone in the Inquisition would welcome such an alliance, but the Herald is adamant for it. She's sold smuggled to too many desperate, bloodthirsty templars to trust them, or so she says.

He leads her to the shack that houses him, opens the door, and gestures for her to walk inside. She gives him a calculating look, no doubt looking for a potential threat in his behavior, before stepping inside. He follows, leaving the door cracked open and standing so that she is closest to it.

"If it's something this sensitive, perhaps we should go to Josephine or Leliana," she says.

Solas shakes his head. "It is something personal, between us."

" . . .Oh." She shifts her footing, anxiety spasming across her features before she schools it under control. Solas does not like to see her cage her emotions, when she lets her personality fly free around everyone else. He is indeed a wolf in sheep’s clothing, but no one is supposed to be frightened of him yet. Much as she irritates him, Solas does not wish her actual harm.

He underestimated how much pride she has, which should have been the one dwarf stereotype he remembered.

"I would like to offer my sincerest apologies for my behavior the last time we spoke," he begins. "I had gravely misjudged you, blinded by my own prejudices. What I said to you is unacceptable and I beg your forgiveness."

Judging from the surprise on her face, she probably expected more abuse from him, and it shames him. But even still, her eyes remain wary, an unwillingness to believe him.

"What brings this on?" she asks. "That argument was a month ago."

"Your words and my own observations. I initially mistook your camaraderie for manipulation, but I now see that I was wrong." He gives her a self-deprecating smile, using her tactics against her. "You, however, were completely right about me. I'm used to a solitary life, so I naturally shy away from attachments, but I've also made it easy to slip away if I needed to. I'm an apostate mage, surrounded by Chantry forces. Cassandra has been accommodating, but you must understand my caution."

"I do," she says, and her shoulders relax. "But you've stuck around to help. I'm not going to let anyone use that against you, not even someone as scary as Cassandra."

"And how would you stop them," he asks. Despite her easy confidence, she is so very young, not even into her third decade yet.

"However I had to," she says and it doesn't sound cocky or self-assured. It sounds like a forgone conclusion.

He's unexpectedly touched by it.

"Even someone who has hurt you?"

She levels him with an exasperated look. "We're all on the same team, Solas, and the problem we face is far bigger than any petty squabbles and personal prejudices. You're a useful ally and I owe you my life. No one is going to lay a hand on you."

Her ability to see the bigger picture, to put aside infighting for a common goal, sound so far from what he expected from a dwarf. Perhaps he should reevaluate his opinion of her.

Though the situation doesn't merit it, Solas has to inwardly smile at such defense of his well being. It has been a very long time since someone has underestimated him to such a degree and he finds the untruth oddly freeing.

"Thank you," he tells her. "And, please, do not worry yourself over your debt. You owe me nothing."

The Herald graces him with a sad, half smile. "That's a sweet sentiment, Solas, but a debt is never forgotten or forgiven. One way or another, it's always paid."

"That's quite a cynical view of things." Not surprising, considering her past, but Solas wisely does not voice this.

"From your point of view, perhaps. But to me, a favor for a favor keeps things equal and honest and everyone knows where they stand with each other. I find that preferable to people who hand wave a debt, only to remind me of it later when they need something from me."

What situations she's experienced to have such a pragmatic view so young he can only imagine.

"I cannot fault your logic," he says. "I will consider your debt repaid, then, when you close the Breach."

"How convenient, when that's already my goal," she says, the side of her mouth quirking up.

He wants to make a joke in return, but his sense of humor (withered and twisted for centuries of disuse) comes up short, especially facing the sudden intensity of her gaze. She studies him, no doubt looking for signs of trickery or insincerity.

Still not trusting him.

He can only look back at her and hope he doesn't come up short in her scrutiny.

"I appreciate your apology, Solas," she says softly. "I know how hard those can be and you didn't have to.”

"Perhaps we can put this whole fiasco behind us, then," he says.

"I think I would prefer to start over."

The Herald sticks her hand out and graces him with the full brilliance of her smile and he understands a little why the others follow her so readily.

"I'm Shay, if there are to be introductions."

His own words from that fateful day, verbatim. Perhaps he made a bigger impression on her than he had thought.

"Solas." Instead of shaking her hand, he bends down and kisses the tops of her fingers. It's an impulsive decision, but she deserves a gentleman's manners, if only to make up for his lack of decorum before.

Besides, she isn't the only one who knows how to charm.

Judging from the way her cheeks glow, he succeeded. A step in the right direction

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