So I actually went and posted the first two chapters of my angel!alec fic?! I'd appreciate any and all kudos, comments, and thoughts. It's a whole verse I have thought out and have written bits and pieces of, and will progressively get more eldritch horror/true form angel as time goes on. In the meantime, here's the info~

cheer for oblivion by weathering

At this moment, there are four facts about Magnus Bane that Alec is absolutely sure of: He is stuck in Edom. Lilith is raising an army against him. Lilith is going to kill him and reopen the rift. And Alec loves him too much to let the first three things happen, which he can’t do anything about unless he finds a way to shut the rift and survive long enough in Edom to do it.

Part 1 of divine creatures

#malec fic #shadowhunters fic #malec #angel!alec lightwood #cheer for oblivion #divine creatures #god i hate naming things so if i accidentally nabbed these from anyone else i am so sorry #also fun fact i nearly uploaded the same chapter twice #magnus bane #alec lightwood #shadowhunters #i haven't posted anything in 84 years and i forgot how heckin anxiety inducing it was #anyways i said i'd post this on my birthday #so happy birthday to me i am drop kicking this thing into the wild #with just minutes to spare #my fic #mine

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Anonymous asked:

Prompt: “What do you mean my father was a literal wizard?” feels v Hartwin

And a month after I get this ask I finally found the time to finish writing this. More Hartwin magic!au

“How’d you get recruited to Kingsman?” Eggsy asks, taking the plate Harry is holding out to him, careful not to let any of the water drip onto the floor.

“Edward, who was Percival at the time, showed up at the tea shop I frequented on my days off and told me my father was a literal wizard,” Harry responds easily, holding the glass he’s washing up to the light to make sure its clean. “And if I wanted to fight the darkness in the world.”

Eggsy stops drying the plate to look at Harry in disbelief. He gets momentarily sidetracked by how terribly domestic Harry looks, with his shirtsleeves carefully rolled up and frowning at a wine glass like it holds the secrets of the universe. “He just strolled in and led with ‘so your father’s a wizard, want to join a secret society’? How does one even respond to that?”

“Edward didn’t believe in beating around the bush,” Harry says, deeming the glass as clean and placing it upside down next to the sink. “And I laughed at him, asked him what he meant by that.”

“Wait- you didn’t know your father was a wizard?” Eggsy asks, frowning down at a smudge on the plate he’s drying as he tries to rub it off. “I thought you’d been using magic since you were a kid.”

“Oh no, I’d been doing bits of magic for over a decade at that point. But my father was no wizard; if he had been, I certainly would have known. He was profoundly lazy, and if he could have summoned a decanter from across the room instead of having to ring for a servant to bring it to him he would have. He was a painfully average man, with money instead of any kind of remarkable talent,” he sinks his hands back into the dishwater. “Which is exactly what I told Edward, much to his confusion.”

“Because magic usually runs in families,” Eggsy adds, and Harry hums his assent.

“It certainly stumped him for a moment, and after a few moments I put him out of his misery and told him that while my father certainly wasn’t a wizard, my mother was.”

Eggsy stops what he’s doing, baffled. “Your mum was a wizard?”

“And still is,” Harry adds, like they haven’t known each other for two years without Harry mentioning that he has family. “We see each other every Christmas.”

Eggsy turns around to lean against the counter, ignoring the wine glasses that are waiting to be dried next to him and throwing the dish towel over his shoulder.

“Your mum’s a wizard, and Kingsman couldn’t figure that out?”

Harry casts a glance at the wine glasses, but doesn’t mention them. “They had records of most magical bloodlines, and while it’s true that my father came from a fairly strong one, he proved his mediocrity by not inheriting any of it. Even if he had had any, I think he was ever have found the motivation to use it,” Harry’s tone lightens minutely as he continues. “My mother wasn’t particularly powerful, and was entirely self taught, much like you.”

Eggsy watches Harry for a moment longer before he pulls the towel off his shoulder and turns back to the drying glasses.

“Oh?” Eggsy prompts. “What does she do?”

“Grows orchids, for the most part,” he says, pulling the plug on the drain and wiping his hands on a towel. “With a few greenhouses full of magical plant species that she sells to Kingsman whenever they have need of them.”

Thinking of Harry’s talent for earth magic, Eggsy nods. But when he looks around Harry’s house, he realises that there isn’t a single plant in the place.

“Did you not get her green thumb then?” he asks, making a sweeping gesture at the kitchen.

“Not quite. Mother gave me an orchid a few years after I joined Kingsman, but I had to give it back after it tried to eat Mr. Pickle,” Harry says casually, leaning against the counter.

“…are orchids usually carnivorous?”

“Mother said I hadn’t been watering it enough and it was a plea for attention.”

“It’s an orchid,” Eggsy says, “How much attention does it need?”

Harry laughs. “That’s exactly what I told her, and that was the last time she tried to gift me anything living. She just gives me one every few years to pass onto Merlin, who seems to have no problem keeping them alive and happy.”

“I’m surprised he makes it out of Avalon enough to water them,” Eggsy grumbles as he dries the final glass, carefully placing it back onto the shelf.

“Knowing your plants will start eating your books if you don’t check on them regularly is surprisingly good motivation.”

“Speaking of motivation,” Eggsy says, wrapping his arms around Harry’s neck as Harry’s hands settle automatically on his hips. “You promised you’d watch Great British Bakeoff with me after we tidied up. Kitchen looks awful tidy to me.”

“Hmm, I suppose it does,” Harry agrees, his bored tone in direct contrast with the fond smile he’s giving Eggsy.

“Great! I heard its bread week,” Eggsy enthuses, giving Harry a quick kiss before dragging him towards the living room.

#hartwin #hartwin fic #harry hart #eggsy unwin #kingsman #magic!au #ive been watching a ton of gbbo so i had to throw that in #anon #sparrow speaks #hartwin magic au #my writing #mine #my fic

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Anonymous asked:

I love your writing and am really curious to see what you'd do with “How many elves are you trying to fit in this room?” for Hartwin

Aw thank you~ I’m a bit rusty, but this was still fun to write. Here’s a brief glimpse into my very much unestablished Hartwin magic!au.

The door to the locker room has barely shut behind him when Eggsy hears a large crack from the training room, followed by a wobbly, shuddering wave that often accompanies unstable magic. For a moment, Eggsy considers ignoring it, but when the cursing starts his curiosity gets the better of him and he heads down the hall.

“Everybody out,” Harry commands, “And for gods sake Michael, stop kicking them, you’re making it worse.”

The door opens wider as the five remaining trainees do their best not to shove each other on their hectic exit. Sebastian is last, wringing his hands and still mumbling apologies when he backs into Eggsy.

“Agent Galahad- I’m so sorry-“ he starts again, but is interrupted by a thunk and a sharp shriek.

“Easy there, Sebastian. What’s happening in there?” Eggsy asks, trying to see what’s happening in the room.

“We were practicing summoning spells,” Sebastian mumbles. “But I seem to have made a mistake.”

Eggsy raises an eyebrow at him, and gestures for Sebastion to follow the others so he can peer through the doorway. Out of everything he was expecting, it wasn’t Harry, ankle deep in small, bearded creatures with pointy ears. One of them is making a break toward the door, and Eggsy throws up a ward with a quick flick of his wrist. The bearded creature bounces backwards off of it, and takes a moment to level a glare at Eggsy and bare its tiny, pointed teeth at him, ears pinned back to its head. They’re profoundly ugly, and he has to repress the urge to scowl back at it.

“How many elves were you trying to fit in this room?” Eggsy asks, and Harry takes a moment to level a less than amused look at him.

“Eggsy, don’t be ridiculous. Elves aren’t real,” he chastises, shaking his leg to dislodge one that had been trying to sink its teeth into his calf. “These are gnomes.”

“Then how many gnomes were you trying to fit into this room? It looks like you’re starting to reach capacity.”

There’s another small pop and another two more startled gnomes appear a few feet off the ground and fall into the pile.

“You don’t say,” Harry snarks, clearing a path through the small angry creatures with a wave of his hand, sending the ones in the way tumbling backwards into their brethren.

There’s still one clinging to Harry’s shoe, tiny hands wrapped around the laces as it attempts to chew through them. He gives it a brief zap, forcing it to let go and allowing Harry to step through the nearly invisible ward.

“Nasty little ankle biters,” Harry mutters as he straightens his sleeves, scowling at them as a wave of them collide with Eggsy’s barrier.

“So, we gonna dress em up in little fishing outfits and hats, sell em at the farmers market, or are we just going to lob a grenade in there and shut the door?” Eggsy asks as a few more appear out of thin air.

“No, we’re going to wait for them to disappear,” Harry says. “Shouldn’t be too much longer.”

Eggsy peers around Harry’s shoulder, fascinated. “Where’d they come from?”

“Sebastian was meant to summon a single gnome, but he got the intonation wrong and summoned ‘the gnomes’ instead.”

Eggsy snickers, and Harry raises an eyebrow at him. “Do I need to remind you of some of your first forays into magic?”

“Oi, I blew up a few tablets and set a bit of furniture on fire. At least I never opened up a box of infinite gnomes,” he points to where the gnomes are nearly a foot deep, roiling like the sea as they try to climb over each other. “’sides, Merlin’s told me about your first forays into magic.”

“Has he now,” Harry says blandly.

“I know all about the butterfly incident,” Eggsy grins, and he sees Harry struggle to keep the neutral look on his face. “And that one time in Malaysia.”

Harry’s eye twitches, but before he can storm off Eggsy laughs and steps forward under the guise of straightening Harry’s tie.

“You saw most of my magical mishaps while I was training, it’s only fair Merlin fills me in on a few of yours,” Eggsy teases, rocking forwards onto his toes so he can reach up to give Harry a quick kiss. He’s stopped scowling when Eggsy leans back, but before he has a chance to comment on it Eggsy realises that the gnomes are now at eye level.

“…how long did you say it’d be before the gnomes started vanishing again?” Eggsy asks.

“Oh, about another fifteen minutes or so.”

“And if the room is now three quarters of the way full with gnomes?”

At this Harry turns around, and the pair of them stare at the little gnome faces shoved up against the ward, angrier than ever.

“What was that you were saying earlier about the hand grenade?”

#hartwin #hartwin fic #kingsman fic #kingsman #eggsy unwin #harry hart #hartwin magic au #my fic #mine #my writing #i have a lot of the magic mechanics worked out for this au but not much else unfortunately #but i do want to write more of it #i love writing magic #anon #sparrow speaks

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ao3feed-hartwin

and despite everything

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2MfkKow

by weathering

“What’s your name, young man?”

‘Once they have your name they’ll be able to steal you away forever, make you into something else,’ Gary hears his mother warn. In a split second he makes a choice. He doesn’t want to be taken away, not like his dad.

“Eggsy,” he lies, staring the man right in the eyes, defiant even though he can barely hear his own voice over how loudly his heart is beating, rabbit fast in his chest.

For a moment, they stare at each other, and he’s certain that he’s been caught in his lie. But then the man smiles at him.

“Hello, Eggsy,” the man says, handing over a favour in return for the lie.

Words: 2640, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Kingsman (Movies)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Harry Hart | Galahad, Gary “Eggsy” Unwin
Relationships: Harry Hart | Galahad/Gary “Eggsy” Unwin
Additional Tags: The Power of Names, Fairytale Themes, it’s just a lot of vignettes

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2MfkKow

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Oh hey I wrote this! It took me ages to get the tone right but I'm quite happy with it.

#hartwin #my fic #my writing #kingsman

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only fools

In my time digging through many a Kingsman blog after falling head first into the fandom a month ago, I stumbled across @hellahartwin reblogging a cover of “Can’t Help Falling In Love” which led me to writing the fluffiest thing I’ve ever written. So hi there. You likely don’t know me from Eve, but this is partially your doing. Happy Saturday!

Only Fools, Harry Hart/Eggsy Unwin, G, 875 words. Fluffy as hell.

“Eggsy?”

Eggsy looks up from the book he’d been giving half his attention to to find Daisy at the bottom of the stairs in her pink nightgown, holding onto the railing with one hand.

“Dais, it’s late,” he says, glancing at the clock as he gets up. It’s half past eleven, and still no sign of Harry. Eggsy is surprised that so much time has passed; it seems like he just put Daisy down to sleep a few moments ago. “Can’t sleep?”

She shakes her head, watching as Eggsy shuts his book and turns off the lights. When Eggsy gets close enough she holds both her arms up.

“Song?” Daisy requests as Eggsy dutifully picks her up, shutting off the last of the lights before he carries her up the stairs. At this point it’s likely that Harry will sleep at the office; no use in staying up any longer waiting.

“A song?” Eggsy repeats as he enters the guest room, switching on the lamp next to the bed. “I think I can manage that. Any requests?”

Daisy shakes her head, and Eggsy hums as he considers. He goes with one he knows well, and it had been a favourite of Daisy’s when she was a baby.

“Wise men say,” he starts softly, wandering slowly back and forth across the room. “Only fools rush in, but I can’t help falling love with you.”

Daisy leans her head against his shoulder and Eggsy gently rocks her as he walks. It’s a simple song, only a few lines, so it’s easy for his thoughts to drift as he sings. He thinks about waiting up for Harry, wanting a cuddle while he hears about his day before they go to bed. Eggsy is fairly certain that their relationship is entering ‘love’ territory. Or at least he’s certain that he loves Harry. He just hasn’t figured out how to tell him in so many words, yet. It’s something Eggsy thinks about on a daily basis, and he feels as if every day it’s harder to keep the words to himself. It still feels like they’re moving too quickly, but they were living together before they even started a relationship so Eggsy is fairly certain that that’s a lost cause regardless.

Soon, he thinks, as he notices that Daisy is about to fall asleep properly. He’ll tell Harry soon. He shuts off the bedside lamp, still singing softly as he backs out of the room. Eggsy is halfway through the second chorus when he turns around, nearly running into Harry who is leaning against the doorway, still in his suit but with his tie missing and his shirt halfway unbuttoned. He’s looking at him with such fondness that Eggsy feels momentarily overwhelmed.

Fuck it, he thinks, voice hitching in the split second it takes him to decide to continue singing. Life is short and dangerous and he should know.

“Darling, so it goes,” he sings softly, stuttering the slightest bit. “Some things are meant to be.”

Eggsy is looking for some sort of confirmation that this is okay, that he can keep going without messing up what they have. It’s then that he realises that he recognises the look that Harry is giving him right now; it’s the same one that Harry gives him when he doesn’t think Eggsy can see him. It’s the same one Harry gives him when Eggsy wakes him up in the morning, when he fixes Eggsy’s tie each day before they leave, or when Eggsy has brought him the perfect cuppa after hours of paperwork.

It makes Eggsy feel warm all over even as it makes his palms sweat, and his confidence comes rushing back. Eggsy steps right up into Harry’s space, smiling up at him softly as he guides Harry a step backward so he can shut the door of the guest room behind him.

“Take my hand, take my whole life, too,” he starts, maintaining eye contact with Harry as he finishes confidently and just slightly terrified. “Cause I can’t help falling in love with you.”

The hallway falls into silence as Eggsy’s voice trails off. Harry very carefully brings his hands up to cup Eggsy’s face.

“My darling boy,” Harry whispers fondly, voice only cracking a little bit.

Eggsy feels simultaneously giddy and weightless, and can’t help the smile that breaks across his face. He’s still smiling when Harry pulls him in for a soft kiss, and when he pulls back it’s only far enough so that Eggsy can see that Harry’s gone a bit misty eyed.

“I love you, Eggsy,” Harry tells him, so sincere that it makes Eggsy smile even wider, wrapping his arms around Harry’s neck.

“Good,” Eggsy whispers, resting their foreheads together as Harry swipes his thumbs over his cheekbones. “Otherwise I would have had to start singing again til I got the point across.”

“Oh by all means, “ Harry says, “But best do that down the hall so you don’t wake Daisy.”

Eggsy has to muffle his laughter in Harry’s shoulder, giddy with relief.

#hartwin #kingsman #eggsy unwin #harry hart #kingsman fic #mine #my fic #watch me abandon my current fics to write hartwin drabbles #anyways hi there hope you don't mind the tag #i've listened to the twenty one pilots cover roughly forty times #so i linked that one

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ghosts that we knew 4/?

Managed to post chapter 4 of the post-Narnia AU on time this week. It’s up on AO3! Let’s hope the next chapter is also on time, as it’s not quite done yet.

When Cullen steps outside, he’s surprised to find that it’s already dark outside. He pulls his phone out of his coat pocket to find several missed calls from Emma and a cascade of messages from both her and his boss. He deletes the voicemails without listening to them, the messages staying unread as a testimony to his guilt.

It’s not until he gets to his car that Cullen realises that he’s not sure if he feels guilty for betraying Emma, Ari, or both. Frustration overwhelms him, and he beats his fists against the steering wheel in hopes that the pain will bring clarity, but it only makes him want to scream. He does. It doesn’t help either.

So he drives home, anger simmering right up until the point Emma throws the front door open. She’s been crying, has bitten her nails down to the quick. She looks so relieved, and any anger that Cullen had is swept away by the guilt that comes back full force. He did this to her, and he’s only going to make things worse from this point onwards. Emma has to tug him inside, and she pulls him in for a hug as they stand in the entryway.“I was so worried,” she says, voice slightly muffled by his coat, “The office called and said you never showed up, and you weren’t answering the phone. What happened?”

Continue on AO3 ->

#da fic #dragon age fic #dragon age #cullen rutherford #cullenmance #ghosts that we knew #mine #my fic #dragon age inquisition #da:i #da au

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ghosts that we knew 3/?

Chapter three of the post-Narnia AU I have is up on AO3! Nearly a week late, but hey, I’m on vacation.

As time goes on, Cullen begins to lose more and more details of Ari, keeps struggling to hold onto the wisps of memory he’s left with. It’s rare that he’ll remember something new, and it’s usually just a flicker of a memory. It’s been months since it’s happened, so when he suddenly remembers the exact spot on Ari’s ribs where she was ticklish, he freezes, afraid that even moving will scare it back into the recesses of his mind. It’s followed by the memory of the way she’d laugh when he ran his teeth across the spot, trying to squirm away until she got tired of it and would flip him onto his back instead, fingers digging into his sides in retaliation.

It’s not a profound memory, not even a singular memory at that, just an experience that had been repeated enough that it could be distilled down into one thing. Cullen plays the memory back and forth, even though he can’t quite remember her face.

When Emma finds him standing motionless in front of the half folded pile of laundry a few minutes later, he feels guilty. He blushes, claiming a headache and apologising for not having the laundry done yet with a quick kiss, knowing that’s not what he should be apologising for.

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#cullen rutherford #cullenmance #da fic #dragon age fic #inquisitor #cullen #cullenxlavellan #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #da:i #my fic #mine #narnia!au #ghosts that we knew

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ghosts that we knew

Cullen Rutherford/Ariadne Lavellan | Chapter 1 | Rated M

When he remembers falling out of the wardrobe, it doesn’t feel like he’s returned anywhere. Cullen sees it as a second birth; both times, he had not asked for it to happen. Things started the same way both times too; he opened his eyes and started screaming.

-

His siblings take to being forced back into their younger bodies and their former world with different levels of grace. Mia barely stumbles. She takes it in stride, just like she’s taken to everything in the past twenty years, with her head held high and an authority that can only come from ruling. Her shoulders are heavier than they were before, but she doesn’t lose any of her authority. Mia adapts, keeps her head held high. She may have lost her kingdom, but she’s not going to let that stop her.

There are new kingdoms to be won.

Branson becomes sullen and angry, frustrated by his weak limbs and small stature. He wants nothing more than to be strong again. In time, his anger subsides, as do his memories. Secretly, he’s glad. He always hated the attention, that everyone knew his face and had expectations of who he was and who he should be. Now he’s entirely anonymous, and it’s a relief. He’s still homesick, at times, but copes by never speaking of it. As if pretending it never happened will dull the pain.

Rosalie misses the Kingdom the most, spends her days writing down everything she can remember in notebook after notebook in frustratingly childish handwriting. It takes her the better part of the year. When she’s finished, she locks the notebooks in a trunk at the base of her bed and doesn’t mention them again. She builds herself a new court, a following of people who she’s picked off of the ground and healed as best as she could. As the years pass, she thinks of it less, and when she finds the notebooks in the trunk years later it’ll all feels like a dream to her.

Cullen falls out of the wardrobe and straight into disbelief. He’s so deeply convinced that this world is a lie that he refuses to accept that this is now their reality. He sneaks back into the room that night only to find a wall at the back of the wardrobe, and it takes out any hope he had. Mia finds him there later with the wardrobe knocked over, beating against the wall with bloodied palms. She holds his too small body against hers, crying as Cullen sinks into his grief.

“You promised,” he sobs, clinging onto her nightgown with bloody hands. “You promised.”

They both know that she couldn’t promise anyones safety, even when she’d made the promise, days and weeks and another world ago. It doesn’t stop Mia’s heart from breaking for him, watching as he gets so entrenched in his grief that he doesn’t know how to start climbing out, unsure of how to live in this new old world.

I’ve finally posted chapter 1 of the Narnia AU that I’ve been working on. Read the rest of it over here on AO3. Will be updating once a week!

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accidents of faith and nature

Cullen Rutherford/Ariadne Lavellan | 2.1k | Rated M

They do not discuss their childhoods. Cullen knows there’s rumours about where he and his siblings came from, some closer to the truth than others. He does wonder sometimes, if Ari would believe him if he told her that they fell out of a wardrobe and into this world.

He doesn’t tell her. He takes comfort in the fact that Ari has her own secrets, that she and her brother spend as much time whispering in the corner of libraries as he and Mia do. It makes him feel more comfortable with the secrets that he’s holding.

They tell each other the important things, Cullen reassures himself as he trails his fingers down Ari’s spine as she sleeps. The future is what matters.

The prequel to the Narnia AU I’ve been working on.

#cullen rutherford #cullenmance #commander cullen #dragon age fic #dragon age au #until lambs become lions #inquisitor #cullen #cullenxlavellan #lavellan #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #da:i #ariadne lavellan #my fic #my aesthetic post too for that matter #mine

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kloud asked:

I feel like 24 fooooor Eoin, with Fenris? Or anyone

84 years later and I’ve finally returned with a drabble. I’ve been thinking about variations of this fic for a long time, mostly in modern!au, but here’s the canon version for the time being.

Eoin Hawke/Fenris, having important relationship conversations kind of like adults. Communication is important, kids.

24. “Are you really going to leave without asking me the question you’ve been dying to ask me?”

Fenris sits with his chin propped up on his knees, arms wrapped around his shins as he watches Hawke get dressed. He’s humming softly to himself as he looks around for the final pieces of his armour, hair loose around his shoulders as he shakes the blankets out. Fenris watches from the armchair in the corner of the room, picking quietly at the loose threads in the sweater he’s wearing. It’s Hawke’s; the worn fabric usually brings him comfort but right now anything that’s related to Hawke is causing him anxiety. Considering that he’s sitting in Hawke’s bedroom while the man himself putters around in it, too large for the space he’s in, he’s not exactly in his comfort zone.

The worry continues to gnaw at him, and before he knows it Hawke is dropping a kiss on his head on his way out the door. It’s then, with his loose hair brushing against Fenris’s nose, that the anxiety crawls up his throat and forces his mouth open.

“Are you really going to leave without asking me the question you’ve been dying to ask me?” he snaps, and Hawke pulls back to stare down at him.

“…what?”

To his credit, Hawke looks genuinely confused, brow crinkling as he stares down at him. Fenris has to make an effort not to burrow further into the sweater, already regretting asking.

“You must be wondering,” Fenris continues, fighting to keep his voice steady. He knows he’s beating around the bush. “It’s been months!”

Hawke’s eyebrows pull together more, and he sits down on the coffee table so he’s not towering over Fenris. The table creaks under his weight, but holds. Fenris stares down at his bare feet. Maybe regret is worse than not knowing. Maybe he should have kept quiet.

“Fenris, I have no idea what you’re on about,” Hawke admits softly, offering Fenris an open palm. He doesn’t take it. “If I’ve done something to upset you-“

Fenris grits his teeth, because that’s just it. Hawke hasn’t done anything, hasn’t tried anything, since they got back together months ago. He’s going insane, waiting for the other shoe to drop, and then he finally decided to get ahead of the curve, get things over with, and he can’t even get the words out himself.

“Can I at least get a hint of what I’m supposed to ask?” Hawke hedges, leaning forward but not making any move to touch him aside from the hand that stays open near his knee.

Fenris stares at Hawke’s upturned hand and wishes he had done this before Hawke had put all of his armour on. At least he could have put his own on as well, evened the playing field a bit. Right now he feels naked and exposed, even though he knows that Hawke’s armour wouldn’t stop Fenris from hurting him. Having armour of his own would still be a comfort though, as well as offer a bit of protection against Hawke. Hawke, who is trying to fold himself together to make himself look smaller, and is waiting patiently. Somehow that patience is what pushes him to speak.

“I don’t want to have sex again,” Fenris says, with only the slightest edge of panic. He stares Hawke in the eyes as he says it, trying to fake defiance.

Without missing a beat, Hawke nods seriously.

“Alright.”

Fenris starts, wondering whether or not he’s misheard. He’s been worrying this thought over ever since they got back together, waiting for the moment where Hawke would push for more or confront Fenris himself. But he hadn’t pushed him — had never even tried to go past kissing, hadn’t confronted him — but Fenris had still expected more of a reaction than this.

“Alright?” Fenris asks after the thought processes. “Just…alright?”

Hawke frowns again, but nods. “Yes?”

He has no idea how to react. Out of all of the situations Fenris internally prepared for, this was nowhere on the list. The anxiety comes back full force, but this time it whispers that he must have misunderstood what they were at all.

“Are we not-“ he stops himself. He’s even more hesitant to speak this time than he was before; Fenris hadn’t had a chance to prepare for this outcome. Hawke starts to reach for his hands, but pulls back. Fenris is unsure if he’s thankful for the space or not. When he manages to speak again, its quiet. “I thought we were in a relationship.”

Hawke’s expression flickers back to confusion.

“That’s the impression I was under,” Hawke says, speaking slowly and hesitantly. “…are we not?”

“No, we are. I just-“ Fenris lets out a breath, going back to picking at the edges of his sleeves. “It’s just- I expected you to put up more of a fight about it.”

“Did you want me to put up a fight about it?” Hawke asks after a moment, confusion leaving deep wrinkles in his forehead.

“Of course not!” Fenris snaps, as confused as Hawke looks. “I just expected you to! Most people definitely expect sex in relationships. Everyone assumes we are.”

Hawke’s hand snaps up to his face, rubbing at his beard as he looks away and mumbles under his breath. Fenris scowls at him until he speaks up, cheeks turning red.

“I thought that’s what you wanted. That’s why I went along with it, back then,” he says, looking at the floor, shoulders hunched inwards, hair hiding his face. The sentence does little to clear up Fenris’s confusion, and he stares at the top of Hawke’s head as he waits for him to explain further. It takes a moment before Hawke continues, still addressing his boots.

“I don’t mind it, but it’s not something I actively want either. I thought you did, so I didn’t say anything. I didn’t want you to feel guilty,” Hawke glances up at him through dark eyelashes, grimacing. “Guess that backfired spectacularly.”

Fenris still doesn’t know what to say, but he carefully reaches out for Hawke’s hands, which he’s wringing. Hawke lets him take them, and he holds them still between his own. Fenris feels something akin to relief.

“We probably should have brought this up sooner,” Fenris says after a moment of silence, frowning when he realises that Hawke is still missing his left gauntlet. He runs his thumb over the bones of his bare wrist.

“Probably,” he responds, letting Fenris move his hands around as he pleases. “…has anything I’ve done since we got back together bothered you?”

“You could stop harassing the Knight Commander,” Fenris deadpans, a clear attempt to lighten the mood. “Considering you’re a known apostate.”

His statement has his intended effect of brushing the concern off of Hawke’s face and replacing it with a smile. “I’m not an apostate, I’m a hero!”

“…no you’re definitely still an apostate.”

Hawke laughs, standing up. “Well then I’m an apostate who is late for a meeting with the Knight Commander.”

“In one gauntlet?” Fenris asks, skeptical.

“She’ll think it’s charming.”

Fenris scoffs, and Hawke takes his hands out of his palms to cup his jaw instead, bending over to kiss him. It’s gentle, like he always is, and Fenris has to suppress the urge to pull him back to bed, to burrow under the blankets and fall asleep and start the day over again later. Instead he lets Hawke pull away and head towards the door.

“We’ll talk more tonight?” Hawke asks from the doorway, and Fenris hears the unspoken question of ‘will you still be here when I come back?’.

He answers both with a nod, which wins him an affectionate smile in return. “Until tonight!”

“Until tonight, Hawke.”

#fenris #fenhawke #hawke #eoin hawke #ace!fenris #ace!hawke #fic #my fic #dragon age #da2 #da fic #kloud #sparrow speaks

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kloud asked:

Idealism sits in a prison, chivalry fell on a sword--Ari please!

Battle of Haven, pre Ari/Cullen, 1299 words. SFW.

Can also be found on AO3.

The Breach is closed.

Ari’s relief is heavily tinged in shock; she didn’t think that she would survive closing the breach, but here she is, standing amongst the festivities in Haven. She’s rubbing her hand across the still sparking mark on her palm when a touch to her shoulder brings her back to reality. Kate is doing a bad job of trying not to look relieved to see her, the worry lines on her forehead slowly easing. Ari smiles at her, just a little bit too widely.

“Looks like I made it after all,” she quips, and Kate scoffs at her even as she starts to fuss.

“Cassandra demanded I come check on you. Something about you making unholy amounts of noise when you closed that bloody breach.” She glances down at Ari’s hand, frowning at the still sparking mark. “How does it feel?”

#dragon age fic #inquisitor #cullen #cullen rutherford #cullenxlavellan #lavellan #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #da:i #ariadne lavellan #kloud #until lambs become lions #sparrow speaks #my writing #my fic #cullenmance #mine

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cleaning fluff

I wanted to write fluff over the weekend, and @faslaidir requested cleaning related fluff, and since today seems like a day in dire need of fluff I’ve decided to post it. Modern!Thedas AU with our OT3 Three Day Weekend because why not.

Ari/Kate/Cullen, PG-13. Sex is vaguely mentioned a few times.

Kate takes a moment to appreciate the sight of Ari in shorts, halfway under the sink, but is a bit confused by the bucket of cleaning supplies to her left. She came in none too quietly, but Ari still seems to be oblivious to her presence, humming along to whatever Tevinter music she has blasting in the living room. Kate drops her bag on the table, taking a step closer before making her presence known.

“…what the fuck are you doing?”

Ari curses loudly when she knocks her head against the bottom of the sink and crawls backwards out from under it, rubbing her head as she glowers up at Kate, standing above her with her arms crossed.

“I’m cleaning,” Ari says, holding up her rubber gloved hands, scrub brush held in one of them. “What else would I be doing under there?”

“You’re scrubbing the cupboard under the sink,” Kate says flatly, staring at her skeptically. “Why the fuck are you scrubbing the cupboard under the sink?”

Ari clambers up, grabbing the bucket in which she’d dumped everything that she had pulled out from the cupboard before sitting cross legged on the floor.

“Mia and Jamie are coming for dinner tomorrow,” she says by way of explanation, carefully arranging boxes of tools and cleaning supplies under the sink.

“I know, I’m coming too. And?” Kate says, pulling a chair off of the table so she can sit down on it.

“And their place is spotless,” Ari says, brandishing an electric drill at Kate. “They have two little ones and yet every time I’ve been there everything is sparkling. There’s not even any dust on the shelves!”

“Jamie is also a stay at home dad, and Mia has that bizarre military sense of neatness. You and Cullen both work full time,” she responds, trying to soothe her. “And I don’t understand how any of this led to you thinking that cleaning the cupboard under the kitchen sink was priority. Besides, they’re Cullen’s bloody siblings, shouldn’t he be the one cleaning?”

Ari sighs loudly, shoving a curl that’s escaped her bun back into place. She gets up, slamming the door shut in the process, and turns so she can lean against the sink.

“He’s the one who was so nervous about this whole thing. I had the cleaner come early this week, but apparently that wasn’t enough. He was halfway through bleaching every surface in the bathroom when he got called away for a work emergency. He made those anxious puppy eyes at me and promised me all sorts of things if I finished cleaning, so now I have his anxiety and cleaning duties,” she explains, snapping her gloves. “And Attis always went on anxiety fuelled cleaning sprees and I hired someone to help me out with it pretty much as soon as he moved out, so I have no idea what I’m doing. I mopped the kitchen though! That’s a good step, right?”

“…so you’ve spent your day off scrubbing the damn floor because Cullen has anxiety and offered you sexual favours,” Kate sums up, and rubs her face. “I can’t believe that out of anyone he could have asked, he picked the person who decided that the most suitable course of action was to let the bees living in the piano stay there.”

“Not evicting the piano bees was a mutual decision,” Ari countered, pulling off her gloves. “Now are you going to just sit there and watch me clean, or are you going to help?”

Kate pretended to think it through, giving Ari a chance to sit down on her lap, looping her arms around her neck.

“Please? They haven’t been here yet and you know how important it is to Cullen that they see that he’s in a good place,” she says, toying with the ends of Kate’s ponytail, “And apparently a good, stable place with needs spotless floors.”

“Your hands smell like rubber,” Kate responds, earning her a scowl from Ari. “Dammit. Fine, I’ll help clean. But only if you share those favours with me.”

Ari grins, giving Kate a quick kiss and a wicked smile.

“I’m sure that can be arranged,” she says as she hops off her lap and points to the hall closet. “There’s a vacuum in there. The rugs in the living room and the hall need vacuuming.”

“And you?”

“I have to get all the plants off of the porch piano and put them back into the bathroom now that the bleach smell has dissipated,” Ari says, gesturing to the porch. “And then sweep the porch. Want to trade?”

“Oh fuck no, you can go deal with the piano bees. I don’t think they like me,” Kate answered quickly, viciously shaking her head as she dragged the vacuum out of the closet.

“If Sera can pass out on top of the piano without any issues, they’re not going to hurt you for taking some plants down. Suit yourself though!” Ari shouted back as she headed onto the porch, returning moments later with a flower pot under each arm.

“Don’t spill dirt anywhere! I’m not vacuuming these damn carpets twice.”

Cullen shuts the door quietly behind him, toeing off his shoes and dropping his keys into the bowl by the door before stepping into the living room. Ari and Kate are napping on the sofa in a pile of blankets, a nature documentary about the Frostback Mountains playing quietly on the television in the background. Other than the pile of blankets, everything is immaculate. There are even coasters under their wine glasses. He’s smiling down at them fondly when Ari stirs, blinking awake. She smiles back at him, stretching her arms over her head.

“Hey Puppy,” she yawns, rubbing her eyes. “Emergency over? Did you bring food?”

“Of course,” he answers as Ari sits up, dislodging Kate from her shoulder so she can lean up for a kiss. “It’s the least I could do. Although when I asked for your help I certainly didn’t expect all this. I don’t think I’ve ever seen this place look so clean.”

“It was important to you,” Ari says, running her thumb over his jaw, tone leaving no room for argument. “We were happy to help.”

“You should see the cupboard under the sink,” Kate grumbles into a pillow. “It’s fucking spotless.”

Ari rolls her eyes, untangling herself from the blankets so she can get up, stopping to drag Kate into a sitting position. “C’mon, we’re eating on the porch. No peanut sauce on the sofa.”

When Kate stumbles onto the porch a few minutes later, tucking loose strands of hair behind her ears, Cullen and Ari are already on the porch swing, takeout containers open on the table. She settles in on Cullen’s left side, feet tucked under her, and takes the box he offers to her. They eat in comfortable silence for a few moments, Ari gently rocking the swing forwards and back with one foot.

“You know they’re going to approve, right?” Kate says quietly, and Cullen gives her a soft smile.

“I think you two have guaranteed that,” he replies. “I didn’t know you could get floors to sparkle like that outside of ads.”

“And if they’re not happy with the sparkling floors, we’re charming as all fuck,” Kate says, brandishing a piece of chicken at the piano at the end of the porch. “Or you can distract them with the damn piano bees. Have you successfully taught them to read music yet?”

Cullen laughs, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “You are both undeniably charming as all fuck, and I am very thankful for you both.”

“We’ll remind you of that tomorrow when you’re stressing out over the fact that we’re both bloody useless in the kitchen and Mia and Jamie are arriving at any moment,” Kate mumbles into her noodles.

“I can chop things and you can be on salad duty,” Ari suggests.

“It is considerably more difficult to burn the kitchen down if you stay away from the stove,,” Cullen teases, and Ari jabs him with her chopsticks.

“That was one time, and was mostly Kate’s fault,” she protests. “She’s horribly distracting.”

“You certainly weren’t complaining at the time,” Kate says, lifting one eyebrow, “but I’ll be sure to keep all distractions confined to tomorrow morning.”

“Promises, promises,” Ari sighs, staring wistfully into the distance.

“…you’re both terrible,” Cullen grumbles, trying to suppress a smile.

“Yep,” Ari and Kate say in tandem, and his frown breaks into a grin as he laughs.

“If you’re distracted all morning, you’ll have no time to worry,” Ari adds, to which Kate hums an affirmative. “Besides, I believe we have some favours to cash in.”

“We? I distinctly remember offering only one of you favours in exchange for help,” Cullen protests.

“And Ari exchanged some of those favours for my help. Capitalism at it’s fucking finest.”

Cullen sighs dramatically. “Well, who am I to argue with capitalism? But no cashing in favours until the morning; I spent all day day fighting arguing with Cassandra. All I want to do is sleep.”

“Good, it feels like my arms are going to fall off. Who needs to go to the gym when you can just scrub things all day?” Ari agrees, getting up. Cullen is already cleaning up the takeout boxes when Kate makes it to her feet.

“Yes. First sleep. Favours later,” she mumbles, following Ari inside. “Best plan.”

#dragon age fic #modern thedas au #ot3 three day weekend #ariadne lavellan #cullen rutherford #kate maeng #dragon age #my fic #my writing #mine

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Patio Pianos & Musical Bees

A quick drabble for @faslaidir, who I hope has a better day today. :) Based on this amazing video she sent me.

Modern AU, Kate/Ari with roommate Cullen. PG for people being in their underwear.

Finally, her shift is over. Kate sits down in the locker room, tempted to take a quick nap on the bench before heading home, but is distracted by her phone going off in her locker. She fishes it out, and finds a text from Ari; I’d know if I were allergic to bees by this point, right?

Kate looks up from her phone and straight at the wall, weighing her options. One, she ignores Ari’s cryptic text, goes home to sleep, and hope she doesn’t get a frantic call from Attis because it turns out that yes, she is allergic to bees afterall. Two, she goes to Ari’s place, gets her away from the bees, and goes to sleep. She really doesn’t want to have to go deal with bees after a fucking 18 hour shift, but she also hasn’t gone grocery shopping in over a week and Ari at the very least will make her a sandwich when she wakes up.

Kate sighs, rubs her face, and severely questions her life choices as she gathers up her things.

Out of all the things she was expecting to see when she opened the front door, it was definitely not this. Cullen, who looks like he’s been awake for roughly ten minutes, is standing in the middle of the living room in his underwear, a sword in one hand and a shield in the other, loudly arguing with Ari, who is holding an armful of weapons. Kate drops her keys in the bowl, unnoticed by the pair, and wonders if she fell asleep on the bus again.

“How did this happen?!” Ari parrots back, shoving another sword at Cullen, “Oh you know, life is normal, I just wake up and have to move your many swords because there are bees coming out of the patio piano on which you store them!!”

Cullen looks affronted, and is about to protest when he gets a third sword shoved into his grip. He frowns down at it, forgetting whatever he was about to say.

“These swords and the shield is mine, but this one isn’t.”

Ari looks at the sword she’s just pushed into his hands, and Kate decides that she is not awake enough for whatever is happening and slowly makes her way around the edge of the room.

“Okay, that sword is mine and so are all the daggers that were taped to the bottom so I guess I have to take some fault here,” Kate notices that Ari does, in fact, have several daggers shoved down the sides of her shorts, and does not question how the pants are staying up and how Ari isn’t bleeding yet.

“Why did you have daggers taped to the bottom of the patio piano?!” Cullen asks, looking vaguely horrified. Kate shares his sentiment, but is fairly certain he can’t judge, considering he was storing swords on the top of it.

Ari ignores him, and continues speaking. Kate turns the corner, heading straight for the bathroom where she can take a hot shower and ignore whatever the fuck those two are shouting about. She doesn’t even want to start with the bees.

“This staff is also mine but I’m not taking credit for whatever the fuck this is,” she hears Ari say as she shuts the door.

She’s curled up in Ari’s bed, showered and moments from falling asleep, when the bed moves and Ari curls up around her.

“…bees?” Kate asks sleepily, vaguely wanting to know if she should be concerned about a swarm of them suddenly showing up.

“You know, just the piano bees. It’s not a big deal. We’re not worried about it,” Ari says. “We’ll teach them Chopin. What good is a piano full of actual bees if they don’t even know how to play?”

Kate cracks open an eye so she can glower at Ari. If she doesn’t get a sandwich when she wakes up, she’s going to be pissed.

“What the fuck kind of roommate did you even get?” Kate grumbles into her collarbone before she falls asleep, “Fucking swords and piano bees.”

#kate maeng #ariadne lavellan #cullen rutherford #da fic #dragon age #modern thedas #roommate au #my fic #my stuff #sparrow writes #gotta come up with a single writing tag dammit #kate/ari #my writing #mine

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faslaidir

gardensparrow asked:

Do you know what you've done? For Kate

faslaidir answered:

~~Dear~~

~~Inquis~~

Ari,

Where I come from, letters are practically obsolete. You’ll only find them in stories now, or ~~couples~~ people who are trying to be really romantic with each other. Here, this is my only recourse for communication, and it feels daft to me, but I can’t ~~tell you this to your face~~ seem to figure out an alternative, so.

The first day I was cognitive enough to accept what was going on and where I was, I decided not to make any attachments. “Bad idea”, I thought, “you’ll just hurt yourself when you leave.” So, no friends. That was what I decided.

Obviously, that failed.

“Alright, you’ve got friends, and you’ll have to say goodbye, but it’s just like moving. It’s just how it works. You’ll be fine.”

~~But there’s fucking you~~

~~Do you know what you’ve done~~

~~I can’t pack up and just say goodbye to you~~

~~fuck you Ari~~

~~I’m not fine~~

I think I was trying to protect myself and it got a little selfish, because saying goodbye to you and everyone else is impossible. Or maybe it’s not, because I’m writing you a fucking letter.

~~Shit this is a goodbye letter~~

~~Is it a love letter?~~

~~Damn you, you fucking ginger~~

Dareth shiral, Ari, wherever it takes us.

~ Kate

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The door to her quarters shut behind her, and Ari took a moment to slump against it, exhausted. She kicked off her boots immediately, her feet sore from days worth of travel. They’d driven their mounts hard and had ridden through the last night, but it had been worth it to arrive back a few days early. After over three weeks of cleaning up remaining fade rifts and bandits along the Storm Coast, they’d all been eager to return home and had been happy to push themselves to get there earlier, even if it meant going a day or two without sleep.

She was halfway through removing her armour when there was a knock on the door. Ari rubbed at her eyes, cursing softly under her breath and hoping that it wasn’t an emergency. All she wanted at this point was a bath and to sleep. Mostly the latter. She hadn’t slept for more than an a few hours in days.

“Enter!” she shouted, shrugging out of her blood encrusted paldrons and frowning at their state. She looked up to see one of Kate’s messengers shifting nervously at the top of the stairs.

“Yes? Is everything okay?”

The messenger rushed forward and pressed a folded piece of parchment into her hand. “Doctor Maeng asked that this be delivered to you when you returned.”

“Thank you,” Ari said, waving the messenger away, confused at why Kate would have a letter sent to her.

As soon as she started reading it her heart dropped, and her eyes darted across the crossed out lines, the curses against her and the confessions. She was down the stairs and out the door before she had time to process the last line. Panic gripped her as she ran down the next flight of stairs, rushing barefoot down the hallway on the second floor, heading for the window at the end of it.

Ari skidded to a stop at the end of the hall, flinging open the window and staring at the roof below. It was a bit further down than she had expected it, but it would be significantly faster than running through the main hall or through the courtyard. She shoved the letter into her pocket as she climbed onto the windowsill, ignored the guards calling after her, and jumped.

She hit the roof with a roll, but didn’t time it properly, absorbing too much of the fall on her ribs. She winced when she got up, clutching her side and wheezing for a moment before pulling herself up onto the battlements, the movement shooting pain through her ribs. Ari ignored it, heartbeat as she bolted down the battlements and into the hospital tower, ignoring the surprised shouts as she dodged nurses to make it to the stairs. She took them three at a time to get to the top and burst through the door at the top, sliding to a stop in Kate’s room.

She was breathing hard when she pulled the letter out of her pocket, panic rising high in her throat and her heart thundering in her ears as she held it out to a shocked looking Kate, clutching her side with her other hand.

“What the fuck does this mean?” Ari gasped, gritting her teeth against the pain and the panic. “What did I do wrong?”

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faslaidir asked:

“i feel like everyone’s miles away from me.” For Ari

Ari/Kate, set before the mages have been recruited.

After tossing and turning for hours, it was becoming abundantly clear that sleep wasn’t coming to her any time soon. With a sigh, Ari sat up, rubbing a hand over her face. She got up quietly, careful not to jostle Kate enough to wake her, but ended up kicking the nightstand and hissing loudly.

“Ari…?” Kate said, voice thick with sleep, and she winced. “The fuck was that?”

“Yeah, kicked the nightstand. Go back to sleep.”

Kate rolled over, and rubbed her eyes. “It’s still fucking dark out. Why are you awake?”

“Can’t sleep,” Ari said quietly, sitting down on the edge of the bed and brushing a loose lock of hair out of Kate’s face. “It’s nothing, just a lot of thoughts.”

Kate yawned and moved backwards, making space for her again. “Doesn’t sound like nothing if it’s keeping you up. Tell me about it. I’m awake anyways.”

She sighed and sat with her head in her hands until Kate poked her in the back, prompting her to lay back down. She got back under the blankets, curling up close to her and putting her head on her chest so she didn’t have to look her in the eye. They lay in silence for a few moments, Kate running her hand over her hair.

“It’s just that,” Ari said, hesitating, “Just sometimes-“

She stopped herself again, clenching her fists, frustrated, glad that Kate stayed silent as she sorted out her thoughts.

“I feel like everyone’s miles away from me,” she finally confessed into the darkness, voice barely above a whisper. “It feels like no one will let me near them, even when I try,” she let out a shaky breath, drawing shaky circles on Kate’s arm. “I’m just not used to being alone.”

“Well I’m right here,” she murmured. “And your companions seem to like you just fine.”

Ari laughed. “Cassandra just stopped glowering at me last week, Sera still thinks I’m ’too elfy’, and Dorian and I banter but haven’t had a proper conversation. I don’t think any of them would consider me a friend.”

“And what about the Commander? He seems to be fond of you.” Ari groaned in response, hiding her face.

“Each time I try to talk to him I seem to embarrass him horribly in the process,” she grumbled into Kate’s collarbone. “He probably thinks I’m teasing him.”

“Well, aren’t you?”

“…just sometimes. You’ve seen him when he blushes, it’s adorable. But I don’t mean to scare him off entirely!”

“And what about me? Hell, we’re naked together on a regular basis. I’d say we’re pretty bloody familiar with one another by this point.”

Ari crossed her arm across Kate’s chest so she could prop her chin up on it and make eye contact.

“We may be naked, but this is also the most personal conversation we’ve had outside of our doctors appointments, if not more so.” Ari pointed out and Kate laughed.

“You’ve got me there. But what about it? Would you like to be friends?” Kate wrinkled her nose after she asked the question. “Ugh, that makes it sound like we’re in fucking primary school.”

Ari laughed, mood lightened, and leaned up for a quick kiss. “As long as I still get to see you naked.”

“What, just see me naked? That’s not very exciting,” Kate said skeptically, which earned her a glare. “Alright, friends with benefits it is. Now go the fuck to sleep, you angsty bastard. We can talk at a more reasonable time. Like when it’s fucking light out.”

“So charming,” Ari laughed, settling back down.

“I’m a fucking delight. Now sleep.”

#kate/ari #kate maeng #ariadne lavellan #whoops this is fluff now kinda #my fic #dragon age #da fic #faslaidir #sparrow speaks #my writing #mine

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kloud asked:

"I can't breathe, I can't-" attis?

“Sera, NOW!” Ari shouted, letting loose an ice spell that trapped the giants feet to the ground as a volley of arrows flew over her head in quick succession.

Two of them hit their target, one into each eye of the giant that had still been trying to free its feet from the ice. The giant collapsed backwards, the weight of its fall causing the ice to shatter. He let go of his weapon as he fell, a club easily twice the size of Bull, the momentum sending it flying across the field until it connected with something, the sickening crunch nearly covered by the sound of the giant hitting the ground. Bull and Sera high-fived, crowing in victory.

“Attis, did you see that-“ Ari started to ask, a proud grin on her face, turning to congratulate her brother.

But he wasn’t behind her like she had expected, and she felt a second of confusion before her eyes connected with the club the giant had thrown, pinning a figure in silver to the ground. Fear wrapped itself around her ribcage and Ari let out a panicked noise, rushing forward and blasting the club off of Attis with a single desperate wave of magic, her companions close at her heels.

Ari fell to her knees beside Attis, frantically looking him over but seeing no blood. She grabbed his face, and he stared up at her with terrified blue eyes.

“Atti, can you hear me? Are you alright?” she asked, failing to keep the panicked edge out of her voice. “Attis-“

“I can’t breathe,” he gasps, grabbing at her wrist desperately, “Ari, I can’t-“

She had only been checking him for blood before, and when she looks again she can see the way that his chest plate is warped, pressing down into his ribcage with what she’s sure is terrifying pressure. She starts to pull at the straps with shaking hands, but the buckles have been crushed in the impact and she can’t get them to budge.

“BULL,” Ari screams, “They’re stuck, help me-“

Bull is already there, trying to find a spot in the armour to try and force it open. Attis’s lips start turning blue as he desperately tries to breathe.

“There’s nothing on the front, we need to flip him over,” Ari says, frantic as Attis looses his grip on her wrist.

“Boss, we should try not to move him, he could have spinal damage-“

“That doesn’t matter if he suffocates!” Sera shouts, panicked, and Bull hastily flips him over.

Ari makes a grateful noise at the undamaged buckles there, pulling a dagger out of her boot to rip through the straps. Between the two of them they manage to loosen the chest plate enough to force it off, but it seems to take them hours. When Attis falls out of it, limbs rag doll loose, Ari feels the terror claw its way up her throat. The relief that she had hoped would come is nowhere to be found when he doesn’t move, when he doesn’t start breathing again.

“No no no no,” she whispers, giving him a gentle shake. “You can’t do this to me Atti. You promised.”

When there’s no response Ari takes a shaky breath and presses a palm to his chest.

“Don’t you fucking die on me,” she hisses, voice cracking as she lets out a short electric charge to Attis’s chest.

There’s a split second where she thinks it didn’t work but then Attis takes a shaking, gasping breath, eyes flying open. Ari lets her head drop to her hands, fear rushing out of her, and she hears Sera thanking the Maker under her breath.

“That hurt,” Attis grumbles in between shaky breaths, and Ari lets out a brief laugh.

“Good,” she mutters, squeezing his hand tightly in relief. “Let’s get you back so they can take a look at you.”

#attis lavellan #ariadne lavellan #da fic #dragon age fic #my stuff #my fic #dragon age #da:i #kloud #sparrow speaks #my writing #mine

onesparrow

In which Attis finally shows up at Skyhold after not having seen Ari in six months and is upset for very reasonable reasons. Set right at the beginning of Ari and Cullen’s relationship, and hints at the beginning of Attis and Dorian’s, but aside from hints this is gen. Many thanks for @faslaidir for editing~

A knock rung out on the door moments before Jim nervously stuck his head in, interrupting Josephine mid-sentence. It had been a week since Cullen had yelled at him, but the rattled scout still couldn’t look him in the eye.

“Commander?” He said, hesitating to push the door open fully until Cullen waved at him to continue. “There’s a matter that needs your attention in the courtyard,” Jim hesitated a moment, and then glanced at Josephine. “Ambassador, you’d best come too.”

Cullen glanced at Josephine, who was frowning but had already stood up from her desk. If a fight had broken out, Josephine's presence wouldn’t be necessary, and she hadn’t mentioned any visiting nobles. Perhaps a particularly large group of refugees had arrived?

“Is there a problem Jim?” Cullen asked as they followed him out of Josephine’s office. Jim wrung his hands.

“Someone is demanding to see the Inquisitor. Well. Not the Inquisitor. They’re demanding to see Ariadne Lavellan and-” Jim cut himself off as Ariadne burst through the door from the gardens on their right, Dorian close on her heels. “It’s best you see for yourselves.”

“Any idea what this is about?” Ari asked, and Cullen shook his head.

“Just that you’ve been asked for,” he started, and she raised an eyebrow at him, “asked for by name. And we’ve been careful not to let that circulate too much. Any ideas?”

“Ooo I hope it’s another wedding proposal,” Dorian said, winking at Cullen, whose hand immediately flew up to rub the back of his neck. “But a more tasteful proposal this time. With doves.”

At first the courtyard seemed quiet; there was no immediate bloodbath to attend to, which Cullen was thankful for, but he kept his hand firmly on the pommel of his sword just in case. He knew well enough that it only took a skilled few to destroy dozens. As they headed down the stairs towards the gate, everything seemed normal. The only thing that seemed remotely out of the ordinary in the courtyard was the agitated looking gray hart standing it, glowering at the soldiers surrounding the elf who was holding its reins. The elf had red hair braided into a messy knot on their head and a large sword strapped to their back, and appeared to be trying to explain something to the unimpressed guards with increasingly frustrated hand motions. As the four of them drew closer he caught the tail end of what the elf was saying.

“-on the road for months and now I’m being interrogated by you three when I’ve clearly told you why I’m here,” the elf was saying, gesturing at the guards in question. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Look, if you just let me talk to her or even just had her stand directly next to me and took a look at us you’d see-“

Whatever he was going to say next was cut off by Ari’s sharp inhale and the high pitched yip the hart made when it caught sight of them, tugging on its reins as it tried to get to the advisors. The elf stopped talking and turned around, revealing a man who had familiar sharp features and lightly freckled skin, a large cut scabbed across his nose. The look of annoyance on his face flickered quickly from surprise to relief before it settled on anger, and Cullen’s hand tightened on his sword, trying to place where he knew the features from.

“You couldn’t even bother to let me know you were alive?” He asked at the same time Ari rushed forward and blurted out “What the fuck happened to your face?!”

Before Cullen could react Ari was standing in front of the man and had grabbed his face so she could take a closer look at the cut, which caused the man to let out a curse in what Cullen assumed was Elven, which quickly devolved into a shouting match. Cullen felt like he had missed something important, and just as the uncomfortable combination of confusion and jealousy began to creep up his spine, Dorian spoke up.

“So this must be Ari’s brother,” he said, causing Cullen and Josephine to look over at him.

“The Inquisitor has a brother?!” Josephine asked, looking to Cullen for confirmation to a question she should have already known the answer to. He shrugged, unsure, and Josie huffed, glancing around at the small crowd that had gathered around the bickering elves.

But as Cullen looked back at the two, who were both gesturing vigorously as they continued to argue in Elvish, he knew it had to be true; the similarities were too uncanny for them to be anything other than siblings. Ari was slightly shorter and had a more delicate nose, but otherwise they looked strikingly similar. Their voices grew louder until the hart, who had been patiently standing off to the side up until this point, decided it had had enough and knocked Ari’s brother out of the way to say hello to her. It seemed to break the tension, and Ari laughed as she cooed over the hart, her brother rolling his eyes off to the side and poking the hart in the shoulder. She gave the hart a final pat before turning back to them, grinning.

“Ah, sorry about that. Ambassador Josephine Montilyet, Commander Cullen Rutherford, and Dorian Pavus,” she gestured at each of them in turn, “are my wonderfully patient advisors and companions. And this is Attis, my little brother, who shows up to everything I do fashionably late.”

“Being born twenty minutes after you is fashionably late. I dare say I’m just late this time, no thanks to you,” Attis smirked, and Cullen blinked as he registered that not only did Ari have a sibling no one knew about, but a twin. Attis seemed to have reached that conclusion at the same time as he had.

“You didn’t even tell them-“ Attis started, and Dorian swooped in and grabbed him before the two could start another fight.

“Lovely to meet you Attis, how about we get that nose of yours looked at while you two catch up. Unless you’re really planning on competing with your sister in the facial scars department, but you still have a ways to go if you do,” Dorian rambled as he dragged Attis up the stairs towards the castle. “If not I have something that’ll do wonders on that, I mean, just look at me, my face is flawless…”

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