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Fic Rec Days, Day 3: Yuri!!! on Ice

These fics were born to make history your night!

Victuri One Shots
a certain playboy by @wbtrashking
Summary: @v-nikiforov - The handsome playboy has returned to town. Please pay special attention to my Free Skate tomorrow. ♥♥♥

There’s no way that Victor, Yuuri’s childhood idol, could be calling Yuuri a handsome playboy, just because they’d met eyes at two skating events. Besides, a total stranger had given Yuuri the tickets. It would be totally absurd.

Yuuri frowns, turning his head on the pillow. Wouldn’t it?

Comments: A well-written and very amusing AU in which Yuuri not only retires but doesn’t skate “Stay Close to Me” to Yuko that fateful day. And yet Victor still finds his life-and-love-giving beauty.

Cute Young Man Yo Who The F Is This? by TheSecretUchiha
Summary: Chris gives Yuuri Viktor’s number.

He just doesn’t tell him it’s Viktor’s…

“If you want a kiss, I’ll give you one when you get here.”

“Hahaha, not from you. Thanks though Chris.”

Viktor stares at the message in confusion.



Wait, what?

Comments: A funny AU in which Chris plays matchmaker between Yuuri and Victor before the Grand Prix Final from episode 1…by being a sneaky son of a bitch. XD

on top of the world by @ladydaredevil
Summary:  In which Victor doesn’t believe in secret identities, Yuuri’s not quite sure how any of this happened and together, they fight crime! (Also the supervillain community as a whole is pretty harmless.)

Comments: This superhero!AU was hilarious, especially the part where Chris fights in his underwear (no, I’m not making that up!). And the high concentrations of sweetness was right up my alley for once.

Breathe In, Breathe out by @blessedburial
Summary: Yuuri was never one to talk to people about his feelings- or his anxiety for that matter. He always hid away in his bathroom when the attacks came, but this time he has a panic attack on the ice and Viktor must step up to take care of him.

Comments: A sweet hurt/comfort fic in which Victor helps Yuuri through an anxiety attack. (TW: panic/anxiety attack).

The Scrapbook by @helly-watermelonsmellinfellon
Summary: Mama Hiroko has just given Victor the goldmine of Katsuki Yuuri photos!

Comments: Domestic dorkiness that you can’t help but laugh at and love.

Skin Deep by @selenaestella
Summary: Viktor really, really doesn’t want to go out like this. Or do much of anything, in fact. Luckily, Yuuri is there to keep him company.

Comments: Cute one-shot–with little bits of humor (Victor, you’re so extra sometimes XD)–where Yuuri comforts Victor during an eczema breakout.

Multi-Chapter Fics
It Doesn’t Have To Be a Lie by Recesskup
Summary: Yuuri is not outgoing. That’s why when Phichit supplies Viktor as his fake boyfriend he’s bringing home for Christmas he nearly dies on the spot. And in all honesty, he’s not quite sure how he managed to convince Viktor Nikiforov to play the role of his pretend boyfriend. And he’s even more at a loss for words when he remembers he has to go along with this for two weeks.

Or- The pretend relationship AU where Yuuri is a shy Dance Major and Viktor is the attractive, outgoing Art/Photography Major and Phichit is the worst wingman ever.

Comments: This is such a sweet fic with bits of angst and humor. And of course, pining dorks.

i see quiet nights poured over ice by @ohhotlamb
Summary: He’s a despicable man, but what he offers is the truth. I’ll make you a winner, he says. And he knows—

This is one thing that Yuuri can’t refuse.

Comments: AU in which Victor really is the infamous playboy and thinks that Yuuri will be just another conquest–until he catches feels, that is. Now, I never, ever enjoy stories involving playboys, but man is this a good read/twist.

By Fate’s Side by @megalohdon  
Summary: Yuuri Katsuki is 23 years old and in the prime of his choreography career, when a sudden poor performance by one of the skaters who contracted him causes them to subsequently retire all together and drag him into a grey mass of uncertainty. Taking a day off for himself, Yuuri takes to Ice Castle Hasetsu for some quality relaxation time, and manages to spark the curiosity of Viktor Nikiforov himself after performing his own rendition of “Stay Close to Me”. The skater is drawn in, but will the dancer so easily be swayed by his proposal? Only time, determination, and a lot of work will tell.

Comments: I just love it when fic writers switch up the dynamic between Yuuri and Victor, and choreographer! Yuuri AU is no exception. There’s only been two chapters so far, but I’m really intrigued as to how Yuuri’s bet with Victor will play out.

Melodies Unheard, but Felt All The Same by @helly-watermelonsmellinfellon
Summary: Yuuri wanted to make history as the first deaf man to win the Grand Prix Final. Of course he’s a little skeptical of Victor Nikiforov’s presence, especially considering the reactions from others who have learned about his lack of hearing.But Victor proves to be different, and Yuuri appreciates that. Now all that’s left is to tell the figure skating world about it.

Comments: It’s not every day I come across a disability AU, and certainly not one as well-written and researched as this. I love how the writer just molds the story–and the characters–into something unique and their own.

Love Doesn’t Discriminate, Between the Winners and the Fakes, It Skates and It Skates and It Skates by TheSecretUchiha
Summary: And we keep winning anyway, we laugh and we cry and we break and we accidentally swap bodies with Viktor Nikiforov just before he performs.(The soul mate body swap AU)


Yuuri opens his eyes and there’s an angry man speaking Russian at him and a crowd of expectant fans waiting for a performance by the best skater in the world.

Phichit is going to love this one.

Comments: This–from Victor comforting Yuuri on several occasions to accidentally making him a meme (and Phichit capitalizing on said meme, ‘cause you know he would)–is such a sweet and hilarious soulmate AU, and I can’t wait to read more.

Poster Child by @lesbianmilababicheva
Summary: Since Yuuri was a child, he dreamed of headlining a show beside his idol Victor Nikiforov. When Victor suddenly leaves the scene to become a fashion designer he thinks those dreams are dead…until he asks Yuuri to become not only his muse but his star model.

Comments: There’s been only one chapter so far, but I’m liking what I’m seeing from this fashion designer/model AU! Plus, it has ChubbyModel! Yuuri, so how can I resist?

Non-Victuri Fics
Accidents by @onceandalwaysenglishmajor
Pairing: Leo x Guang Hong (Leoji)
Summary: Guang-Hong: About a week ago I accidentally made out with Leo.

Phichit: Really?

Guang-Hong: Yes.

Phichit: You accidentally made out with Leo.

Guang-Hong: Yes.

Phichit: Accidentally.

Guang-Hong: Yes.

Phichit: I don’t understand, did you trip over something?

Comments: Adorable leoji one-shot where Phichit fixes a misunderstanding.

For You, For Me by Val_Creative
Pairing: Leo x Guang Hong
Summary: Leo shares his headphones with Guang-Hong, making him flustered about how close they are. Having an unrequited crush feels disappointing, until maybe it’s just not unrequited at all.

Comments: Love the amount–and blending–of description and emotion in this little one-shot.

Wow, He’s Amazing by LalodyBear
Pairing: Yuri Plisetsky x Minami
Summary: Yuri has always wanted to be amazing for his soulmate.

Comments: Very in-character soulmate AU one-shot where Yuri strives to be the best skater he can be for his soulmate. Oh, and vague wording is a bitch.

Closest at Heart by HappyTreasuree
Pairing: Leo x Guang Hong 
Summary: The older boy came to a practiced stop in front of where Guang Hong was frozen on the ice. 

“Can you not skate? I can teach you if you want!” the boy kindly offered.

“I can skate! I came all the way from China to skate here!” Guang Hong said indignantly; however, it was in rapid Chinese. He knew the stranger most likely couldn’t understand him, but he didn’t know enough English to respond, and he wasn’t just going to let this kid get away with thinking he was some amateur. It was confirmed that the other boy had no idea what he said from his shocked look. Guang Hong sighed, he wasn’t very confident in his ability to respond to a native speaker, so, he decided he’d show the other instead.

In which when Guang Hong Ji first came to America he was bewildered by the clean air, fashion styles, people’s demeanors, and most of all by the interesting boy he met on his first day at the American ice rink.

Comments: Cute, slow burn multi-chapter fic that explores Guang Hong’s and Leo’s potential past together.

And last, but not least, a very special mention to @narootos/@wbtrashking’s Reverse AU! It’s probably one of my fave–if not absolute fave–AU dynamics! You can read the fics here or at @yoireverse!

anonymous asked:

Suvek and Sotak would make sucha great fanfiction material! I keep imagining them surounded by a grey mass of crowd of vulcans who don't understand them, but they dont care-they are in their own little world, communicating without making a sound and silently smiling or evan laughing out loud when one tells a joke. I mean why would they care what others think? They are different-unicque and their realtionship goes deeper bc of that. So they just keep sitting, faces closely pressed to each other.

Mind melding in public is basically like making out and they don’t really have to mind meld since they have access to each other’s thoughts so they just do it out of spite


It’s not a real Dragon Age AU if it doesn’t have some great epic battle that is preceded by heart-wrenching dramatic goodbyes.

So here. Warden OT3 doing just that, in case they don’t all make it out alive. (They do, of course, but they aren’t supposed to be sure of it)

If I had it my way, there’d be a lot more intimate hand gestures but GW warrior armor makes it rather difficult.

The Warden won't be in DA4 and that's okay

I. Every story has a beginning and an ending:
Here’s the thing, no matter which Origin you chose, all of them start off at bad place.
1) Human Noble- Sure you’re rich and all that, but you loses everything in less than a day.
2) City Elf- You are living in an Alienage so…you already considered second class.
3) Dalish Elf- You are a member of a dying culture.
4) Circle of Magi- You live in one of the worst Circles eeeevvveeeeer.
5) Dwarf Commoner- You’re a Dwarf Commoner, what else is there to say?
6) Dwarf Noble- This one is the most tame of the origins in my opinion, but still really rough.
That said, no matter how you play the game, your chatacter will always rise (for better or worse) in the eyes of the people, leading you all the way to the fight with the Archdemon. And then you are (no exceptions) given the title of The Hero of Ferelden.
After the events of the main game you have Awakening which now sets the Hero in an official position of power. And the Hero saves the day yet again. (There’s the Orlaisian Warden but we don’t talk about him/her)
Then we follow up on the Golems DLC which, lets be honest, is just a dungeon were you find cool, weird shit. And that’s that.
Which leads us to Witch Hunt, where the Warden confronts Morrigan, the friend/lover/unlikely ally we got to know since pretty early on in the game. This meeting holds a lot of emotional debth in that Morrigan was the one member of your party that ALWAYS intended to leave, while the others only leave you if you have a low enough approval from them. Secondly, consider the fact that the Witch Hunt takes place in 9:34 Dragon, 2 years after the Archdemon’s defeat and 3 since meeting Morrigan all that saved game file ago in the Korcari Wilds. Not to mention the fact that she’s a potential romance option.
The Warden has been through one whole RPG game and 6 pieces of downloadable content that stretched out an entier year in the gaming industry.
So the fact that the Warden grew so close to our hearts is a testament to how good the Bioware writers were when creating the Wardens. And the fact that people wanted more of the Hero showed how much we loved them. Which is why I feel that what I’m about to say may be seem as unpopular, but here it goes: the Hero had his/her time in the spotlight. The Warden went through so much that it seems appropriate to have given his character a proper send off in some way, and I feel Witch Hunt delivered by resolving (?) the most important mystery Dragon Age Origins left us with.

II. A voice for the Hero:
Now, Dragon Age Origins is credited as such a wonderful RPG for some people due to the fact that it is very reminiscent to 90’s Western RPGs, which is true. Part of the charm though is that, while you do have to chose a voice for your Warden in the character creator, it wasn’t exactly something that poped up frequently enough in the game for most of us to have noticed. So, when we picked what the Warden said, we would often fill in how he/she sounded like. This made the character feel even more like we ourselves were the Warden. Giving the Warden a voice would feel like this would be taken away from us. No matter what headcanon or fanfic you’ve made up in your head or on page, this aspect will forever be out of your control. Which leads me to…

III. Hawke
Now, unlike most fans, I really loved Dragon Age 2. But, I also understand why it got the reception it got. People were expecting a game with a similar set up to Origins. What they got was something completely different, a much more character heavy story compared to Origins. Because that’s basically how I see it: this isn’t a story with multiples endings or beginnings and what have you, this is the story of the Champion. More similar to a triple A action game with a story and plot than a traditional RPG where it relies heavily on changes. Some people were disappointed by that and that’s perfectly understandable. But its because of those reasons why I don’t mind Hawke being a voiced character, he does have a set up backstory and all that, he’s more in common with Commander Shepard from the Mass Effect series or Geralt from the Witcher Trilogy, you aren’t simply role-playing, you are role-playing as a character that already exists. So, when Hawke says something, I don’t mind too much if he says it differently than how I imagined or in a tone I wasn’t expecting. Its this type of character the Hero of Ferelden is not.

IV. Choices:
Ever since the ending of Witch Hunt (and by having the Hero be able to survive all of these events) Bioware has been very careful to keep the Hero’s actions as vague as possible. In Dragon Age 2 the Hero could be Queen, Alistair’s lover, dead, Warden-Commander, etc. But, in Dragon Age Inquisition, no matter who your Warden is, everyone will say the same: that he/she is on some dangerous quest to end the Calling that signals the end of a Grey Warden’s life. Nice and simple. But, already this could present a problem that may serve as a bad omen if the Hero were to return to the series. Its something I’ve thought of before and I’m sure others have as well: “My Warden wouldn’t to that though.” The same problem can pop up again in a much larger scale should the Hero return in the fourth game of the series. Hell, we don’t even know what the next game is about. For all we know our own individual Wardens might not even want to get involved, other people’s Heroes might! And there is the problem.

V. Conclusion:
I do so hope that the Hero of Ferelden does not make a return to the series. I say that now, but just you watch the Hero returns and meets the new main character and I am so blown away by their awesome entrance that I take back everything I’ve said so far. But then it’ll seep in, how I would regret I felt that way because Bioware can take my Hero and turn him into something he’s not: Me in the world of Thedas, a world that I’ve grown to care about very deeply and helped me through a very hard time in my life.

Stay Here Tonight...

Feedback is welcomed and very much appreciated. Hope you all enjoy it, as always, thank you for reading <3

Requested by: Anon - “can i get gibbs and 2, from the new list? “stay here tonight.”

Word Count: 362

Pairing: Gibbs x Reader

2. “Stay here tonight.”

You stroked Gibbs’s chest softly, feeling his strong steady heart beat under his warm skin. Placing a kiss amongst the mass of greying chest hair you prop yourself up on your elbow, “I should get going.” You murmured, your eyes searching his, “I have to be back for the landlord in the morning.”

Gibbs nodded silently, his finger moving a lock of hair from your face. This was the first time in a long time that he’d let himself feel this happy with another woman.

Bringing your lips to his few a few seconds you slowly pulled away. Jethro looks so inviting, his hair was disturbed from your fingers running through it relentlessly, the heavy-lidded eyes that conveyed just how tired he was after this past week but it showed he was willing to stay awake for you. Reluctantly you slide back a little further and push the blankets back.

You could sense his eyes on you as you moved around the room collecting the clothes that had been hazardously discarded earlier that evening.

“Stay here tonight.” Gibbs told you, his deep voice the only sound in the room.

You turned around to see him still laid in the middle of the bed, his arm bent behind his head. He had this little smile on his face too, “Here?” You watched him nod and cease getting dressed for the moment, “But what about my landlord?” You had planned to give notice to your landlord that you were moving out and gave nobody any guesses as to who your new roommate would be. If someone had told you when you first started at NCIS that you would be moving in with Jethro after being together a year you would have laughed them right out the room.

“Eh,” he waved you off with his other hand, “I’ll get ‘ya to your apartment in time.” He promised and let his eyes wander as you slowly took off the clothes that you had managed to get on and walk back to the bed.

“How could I refuse an offer like that, hm?” You asked through the smile on your face and snuggled back into his chest.

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some of Dakota Johnson in 2015 (insp)

“Everything that I do, I like. I have deep love for the characters but I think I have severe self-doubt and self-deprecation. It’s a nice feeling for a creative person to feel like, ‘Oh, I can do this and I can do better than this,’ and that’s a special thing because most of the time it’s like, ‘You’re the worst, you suck, you should quit.’”

anonymous asked:

I really love your work and I'd like to send you a prompt if it's okay with you? I think Jon and Sansa won't be at the best terms when Jon will have to ride South to meet Dany because Sansa won't want for Jon to leave her when he promised he'd always protect her and she's kind of cold and angry at him when they say goodbye, so I'd love to read what happens when he's back at Winterfell and how they make up (hopefully Bran's there so they'll find out they're cousins?). Thank you so much!

This does not contain any spoilers or leaks from S7. Rated M.

It can also be read as a prequel to The Hour of His Ghost which I wrote last week:

Jon drew up his horse as Winterfell appeared before him. It was still some distance away yet, the many towers were an indistinct mass of grey, he could not tell one from the other. Two moons had passed since he last saw his family, he had longed for them each day of his absence. Arya would demand they spar while Bran would only talk of the war to come. And her.

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Cassandra Pentaghast - Sneaking up on Cassandra Pentaghast, the Seeker, the woman of nails required a will of iron. And a death wish. She’d be training, as she usually is. Sword swinging, sweat dripping down in her face. Most questioned why she trained fully clothed, in her armor, when most would at least strip down a layer of armor. But she liked the challenge, the weight on her shoulders, back and chest. It was a game she used to play with Antony, seeing how fast you could move with metal weighing you down. Surely, if he were here, he would be proud to see that she hit almost as fast as a rouge. As previously mentioned, one would have a death wish if they planned on sneaking up on her. The Inquisitor moved fast, just barely dodging the sword that would swing around. Her eyes would be sharp, lips thin and taut. The expression would melt away, shock replacing it. Then distaste. “Inquisitor, please, announce when you are- Oh!” The shock of lifting her up and off her feet would bring that shock back to her face. Her eyes would be wide, feet dangling. She had received hugs before, but not one so…tight. Her armor kept her lungs safe though, and her feet would gently touch the ground. She’d be at a lost for words, cheeks slightly red, expression confused. “It is…good to see you to Inquisitor. But if you have time to waste, you can train with me.” Poor, poor Inquisitor.

Cassandra Pentaghast (Romanced) - She would be less on edge when training. Not so intense, training out of habit and not necessity now. She would not be so quick to whirl around, sword raised, but she would turn sharply, face curious at the approaching steps. And then she would smile, slowly and small, but a smile none the less. The Inquisitor visited more and more, exchanging small flirtations, or simply wanting to talk. Occasionally, he would manage to convince her to step away from her vigorous training regiment to gently press soft kisses on her face, lips and hands. By the look in there eyes, this would be one of those times. She was already setting her sword to the side, but squeaked when her feet were clearly no longer touching the ground. The woman was no common maiden but her cheeks would be red as she was held close to his warm chest, The Inquisitors chest. Shame would heat her ears. People could see! But the soft kiss on her lips would melt away her worries and she’d bury her face into his neck, whispering a soft half hearted insult.

Solas - Most did not linger in his room, the silent and intelligent elf occasionally intimidating, peculiar or odd. That, and no one felt so calm around him, the mysterious out of nowhere individual who had made his way into the Inquisitor’s inner circle with his intelligence and words alone. When he hears feet lingering, though, his eyes would slowly rise. The Inquisitor. A friend, someone he didn’t need to don a cold appearance to. He would rise, bare feet padding on the stone floor. “How may I be of assistance?” A simple one. one that did not warrant a hug. He would panic, for a moment, but he would soon relax as he was squeezed gently. He’d grunt softly, gently patting their chest until he was put down. His eyes would be curious, cautious as he raised an eye brow. “Inquisitor, I don’t need to point out how odd it would be if one of your staff saw you embracing the elf.” If an elf he would say ‘the apostate’, if an elven mage he’d simply continue looking on with curiosity. Once the Inquisitor left, he would smile ever so slightly, fondly, sitting back down at his seat.

Solas (Romanced) - The fade was a beautiful place. A place away from prying eyes and prying people. If a mage, it would be a simple thing to find her and pull her to the dream like Haven, suspended in a timeless and beautiful sunset, if not, he would tug her slowly out of her dreams, pulling her into his arms. The silence that would reign would be a warm one, eyes gently regarding each other, lips twinged ever so slightly. He would not be surprised as he felt the artificial gravity changing and shifting and he’d chuckle, happily going into her more than capable arms. She’d huff, coaxing his legs around her waist and arms around her neck and just like that she’d carry him around. He found it charming, really. And it was no negative that it kept them close and warm in this fake haven. He would close his eyes, pressing a soft kiss against her neck as she chattered on about stuffy nobles or annoyances in her travels or business as Inquisitor.

Varric - It had to be some sort of unspoken rule, don’t pick up a dwarf. It’s belittling. Hah, that one was good. But still, it was considered disrespectful. But did the Inquisitor care? Of course not. Breaking social laws when you make them came hand in hand. The hearth would be alight, warming his hands and toes. He was used to the clomp, patter and tap of feet as they passed by, his current station in the main hall made sure of that. But when he heard those feet coming towards him, it could only be Hawke or the Inquisitor. He turned on his heel, a smile curling on his lips. And then he’d see the arms. No. Oh no. The humanity. Being so far off the ground gave him a bit of vertigo, but the totally un-amused expression on his face hid it. “Haha. Very funny. Picking on the dwarf because of his height. That’s nice and all, but I enjoy the ground Inquisitor, and I’m sure you like having clean clothes. You should put me down before we both regret it.” With record pace he was set down. A smile would tug at his lips and a soft chuckle in his throat though , of course, as he waved the Inquisitor off.

Vivienne - Now if the Inquisitor didn’t have a death wish with Cassandra, they surely had a death wish now. It was easy to find the woman, sitting at her balcony, sipping on wine and talking to some Duchess of where ever and a Duke from how come, to the Inquisitor the only who that mattered was Vivienne. They’d probably loose their steam half way through, watching her eyes flick over to them. They’d slow their pace, lips going from their wide smile to a smaller, more nervous smile. “Hello Darling. There you are, I’ve been looking for you. Madame, Ser, if you do not mind.” She’d wave them both off, her polite smile turning into her sharp one, a chuckle leaving her lips. “The woman got her title from buying it, not earning it, and he is no nobleman. A merchant who knows how to primp himself, surely, but no nobleman. I wasn’t truly looking for you, just looking for an excuse. What do you need, Darling?” They’d hesitate, hands twitching. Well, it’s now or never. The Inquisitor would lunge forward, holding the woman to their chest. And then they’d lift her up, giving a small twirl. And then they’d slowly set her back down. Fear, anticipation and regret would thrum in their ears but then, oh. She was smiling. “Yes yes Darling I’m happy to see you too. But such affections should be saved for the private company of friends, not outside in the open for all to see. I trust you will not make this mistake again?” Her eyes would go hard, lips thinned and eyebrows raised. Just happy to be escaping with their lives, they would nod and be off on their way to their next hugging victim. Vivienne would watch, silent, eyes going warm before she returned to her wine.

Iron Bull - Truly the Inquisitors biggest challenge yet. Literally. The Iron Bull was a man who could surely weigh up to a druffalo, and being on the receiving end of bear hugs ends today. They would walk into the Tavern, a stride in their step and a thrill of anticipation would curl down their back. They’d stand their, arms crossed, gazing down at the Iron Bull. “Bull, I want a hug.” The Inquisitor would say, a smile curling on their lips. Who was the man to deny such a sweet request. He’d rise from his chair, chuckling deeply as he opened his arms, prepared to lift them off their feet. But then he would grunt, deep and breathless as he felt the most crushing hold on his chest. And then he gasped. The last time he had been off his feet was when a dragon had knocked him clear across a field. But this was not a dragon. His hands would fall to their shoulders, holding on tight, grinning wide as he watched their feet step back shakily. He expected to be dropped right on his ass. But their feet stood still. Their knees stopped shaking. And they stood perfectly still, nuzzling him. Nuzzling. The Tavern was dead silent. And then righteous applause, screams even. The shout he’d give as well would be the loudest, a deep and rumbling laugh would leave him. The Inquisitors red, yet proud face would be the most endearing thing he’s seen since Krem woke up with a cow lick.

Iron Bull (Romanced) - It was usually Bull in charge. The man was naturally dominant, what could he say? But the Inquisitor had something else in mind today. They would wander into the Tavern, eyes flitting around until they landed on the large grey mass. Weaving through the masses to his true goal was an easy task and they would smile. “Come with me?” They’d say softly, and Bull’s friendly exterior would melt, a warm chuckle on his lips. “Of course, Kadan.” From there most knew to get out of the way, and get the closest ear plugs they could. The trek to the Inquisitors room was one that was welcome, adding to the tension, to the silent foreplay of their eyes raking over one another. Once in the room, the Inquisitor would be quick, grabbing Bull’s thighs with a soft grunt and lifting him up, pressing him against the wall. The Iron Bull? His eyes would be wide, blinking slowly. And then he’d grin. “So that’s how it’s gonna be, huh? Alright. I’ll make you work for it, though.” The entirety of the Inquisition would weep, for no one got sleep that night,

Sera - She would be in her room, easy to find, mumbling softly as she fiddled with a jar. She’d snap to attention when she heard someone enter the room, throwing the jar out the window with a half innocent smile. Screeches could be heard and a faint buzzing. “Wasn’t me. Gravity done did it. Not me.” She’d say, predicting some sort of lecture. But all the Inquisitor could do was give a deep sigh and a fond smile. She’d then get suspicious. But her suspicious would turn into wheezing because she should not be so far off the ground. A wheezy chuckle would leave her lips and she would kick her feet back and forth, demanding to be put down. They do exactly that. Her bum hits the ground with a thump and she hisses, blinking. “Okay okay. Guess I deserved that.” Her smile would be contagious and warm and the Inquisitor would smile right back. 

Sera (Romanced) - Up to no good, as always. She wouldn’t be quick to react or jump. Most knew not to come into her room unless they wanted to get a prank or two. But Inky? Well, they were always welcome. She turned on her heel, shaking the jar of bees in her hand and a manic grin curled on her lips. “Ya up for som- Oh! Oh. Hehehe.” She’d let her feet dangle, and she would gently throw the jar onto a stack of pillows she ‘borrowed’. Thin arms would wrap around her neck and she’d press a soft kiss against the Inquisitors lips, sighing softly. “If ya wanted some sugar you could have just asked for some. Near got a face full a bees!” The Inquisitor would huff, showering her with kisses and dragging her off to the roof, where they could sit and cuddle. 

Blackwall - The man had claimed the barn as his own, his place of sleep, his place of wood work and his place of relaxation. He had somehow ended up having it all to himself, though that was not his intention. He wanted to make it clear that he was a soldier like any other. But of course, only special treatment for the Inquisitor’s inner circle. Speaking of the devil, the person in question would saunter in. He’d smile, dusting himself off as he walked over slowly. He’d open his mouth to address them, but well, he didn’t get much of a choice. He was a heavy man, muscle and body wise, but the Inquisitor proved to be more strong than that. He coughed softly, face going red as he dangled for a moment. “Well. Ehem. Hello to you too, Inquisitor.” His feet hit the floor, looking on with a half smile. The Inquisitor would be pleased with that, grinning.

Blackwall (Romanced) - The barn had become more than just his lodging. It had become a memory, a reminder of the night he did his biggest wish and largest regret. Now that he thinks about it, it was foolish. Anyone could have walked in. He shook his head at the thought, grunting softly. But he would be knocked out of his thoughts, eyes slowly turning as he heard the foot steps. Say her name, and she comes. “My lady.” He murmured, already heading over to lure her into a hug or a kiss. And he got exactly that. He blinked, though, because she had a hold of his wrists, he wasn’t able to take control. He watched curiously, his back hitting the wall. And she lifted him up. His face went red, a deep and hearty chuckle left his lips. His legs rested on her waist, an arm slung around her shoulder, and the kiss was soft and light. He’d have it no other way.

Cole -  “Warm, soft and safe, in your arms they can’t hurt, in your arms they are safe. They would have to bend and break your fingers, destroy and shatter the bone. You want to protect us, you want us to be happy, you love us. You want a hug. I would like one too.” The Inquisitor would smile, eyes slightly sad as they picked the boy up. He felt frail, thin. It worried them as they gently rocked on their feet. Cole’s ghostly arms slid around them, giving a warm hug. He said softly, eyes downcast. “You do not need to worry. We are safe. You keep us safe. You help. And we love you too.” The Inquisitor isn’t crying, your crying.

Dorian Pavus - Ah, the pursuit of knowledge. Truly a noble pursuit, really, one of the few out there that remained forever in the ambiguous grey area. You could read to learn how to fight, cook, to kill, to pray, to debate or to help you with a particularly troublesome blister on your arse. And where was Dorian? In the library, of course. His fingers skimmed over the titles, occasionally sighing or rolling his eyes. Truly, the Inquisitor didn’t read these? They were all so…dull. And uninformative. Really, they had to have their own special collection hidden away in that room of there’s because no one but a Free Marcher would pass this off as readable. He heard footsteps, but paid them no mind, continuing his browsing, fingers being wretched away and was that the ground with his feet not on it? Why, yes it was. He noticed the awful beige color of his kidnapper and he chuckled. “Oh my. A poorly dressed brute is carrying me off. Someone, help.” The Inquisitor chuckled, setting him back down. “Predictable. No one helped. My captor themselves had to set me free! Very predictable.” He shot Mother Giselle a look, turning back to his reading.  

Dorian Pavus (Romanced) - Reading had become a lot more complicated now a days. Not because he had lost his will to study, of course not, knowledge was power and he wanted that as much as he wanted gels for his hair and mustache. But, his mind had been on other things. Other someones. An other someone. The Inquisitor. The man was truly something to marvel at, muscle and charm. He sighed softly, holding a hand to his chin. He didn’t even notice, didn’t even hear his approach. The Inquisitor pressed against him and he chuckled, pressing right back. “Oh my. Is that a staff or are you happy to see me?” He would purr, head tipping back for the softest of kisses to the Inquisitors chin. He predicted the next part, feet being swept off the ground, an arm under his knees and one on his back. He laughed heartily, eyes twinkling. “Sweeping me off of my feet like a maiden? I’m already deflowered, you know, your fault of course.” Mother Giselle’s poor eyes. 


Notes: @real-life-dragon-age-trash Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you! This was a pleasure to write. Took me an hour. loved this prompt. Love you. 

cold // jimin

word count // 7.5k

genre // fluff, angst

summary //  in which busboy!jimin meets server!reader and shows them how to feel human again

a/n // so… this was supposed to be uploaded like a week ago but i kept changing the story around but! it’s here :D.  next imagine will be a yoongi request i got a week ago so look out for that and yeah

It was winter again.  

To the rest of the city they noticed this in the change of the weather.  Slowly the hot and rather humid air would begin to cool off.  It would feel nice at first in contrast to the height of summer when the entire city would be a roasting valley of hell.  Then it would become much cooler, and eventually freezing on some days.  People would begin to trade their tank tops and shorts in for jackets and coats, covering themselves completely so none of their body would be subject to the icy wind.  

No matter how many layers of clothing people put on, each day surprised them with a new weather condition.  One day it would be powerful winds that would cause some children to fall and tumble.  Adults would find themselves struggling to breathe if they faced it head on, trying not to be pushed back to where they started.  The next day the air would feel like piranhas as it slowly bit at your skin, tearing away layer and layer.  The coldness would usually be dry as noticeable by the hundreds of people who could be seen with chapped lips.  But on some days, it would be humid like the summer, which made choosing outfits very hard.

No matter what the weather was like, at the end of the day it was expected for the body to be numb from the cold.  Most people after they came home would spend the rest of their night heating up.  Whether that be with a boiling shower or with dozens of blankets.  Only to go out the next day and repeat everything again.  

Above the people the clouds would form together and create masses of grey smothering clouds that blocked any hope of sunlight from coming in.  With time, they would grow heavy and snow would fall, covering everything in its path.  Cars, buildings, and people would be seen with at least a couple of layers of the icy slush.  No matter how much they shook it off or scraped it away, the snow would come back quickly, piling higher and higher.  

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We’re not monsters

Chase looked around at the others terrified, his heart beat was quick, and his eyes were wide. “Please ve just vant to elp you,” the doctor pleaded. Chase shook his head as he continued looking around wildly. He never thought the attack would lead to this. He had been walking home after a long day of trying to find work, an extra job so he could move out quicker, when something made a bush nearby move. He stopped for a moment and was about to walk closer when a large grey mass jumped out of the bush and attacked him. It bit and clawed at his neck, chest and abdomen, leaving large gashes and puncture wounds. He was sent to the hospital a few seconds after others got the wolf off him and the ambulance retrieved him.

He laid there for a few weeks, the doctors wanted to monitor his wounds, make sure they didn’t get infected and that he didn’t get rabies or some other virus from animals. Chase looked at Sean/Jack fearfully, his normal light blue eye shining softly from the tears that threatened to spill while his other eye glowed a soft yellow as tears started to cloud the gold they held. Everyone stared at Chase sadly, they didn’t know how to help him, they’ve never seen something like this happen before. Chase backed up a bit before finding himself in the corner of the room. He looked around at the others and saw nothing but hatred directed at him, his mind telling him things that were true. He saw everyone with knives or guns, all pointed at him. He sobbed as he tried to hide himself behind the brown and grey tail he now had. Someone heard the sobs and walked towards the room and saw what was happening and wasn’t happy.

“The fook ya all doin’,” he shouted angrily at the others who were crowding around Chase. He glitched in front of them and pushed them back. He looked towards Chase and kneeled in front of him. “Chase,” he called softly. “Hey it’s me, Anti, are ya alright?” His voice was soft and wasn’t layered like it would normally be. “Look at me Chase, are ya alright?” Chase looked up at him and saw the familiar blue and green eyes before nodding softly. “S-scared, b-but fine,” he said shakily. For some reason, he didn’t feel like Anti was a danger even though everyone else would have though he was. Anti smiled as he showed Chase his hand. “I’m going to touch your shoulder alright,” he asks softly. Chase looked at Anti’s hand before nodding softly. “A-alright.”

Anti smiled as he put a hand on Chase’s shoulder. He noticed that he didn’t flinch which was good. He pulled Chase close and nuzzled his head as he purred. “It’s alright Chase, you’re alright. You’re okay now, you’ll be alright,” he said as he made his tail and wings appear. He wrapped his tail around Chase’s waist as his wings sheltered them from the other’s eyes. “W-why are you h-helping me Anti? W-why am I s-special now,” Chase asks looking up at Anti. He noticed Anti’s wings and gasped, they were green with a blue membrane between the ‘fingers.’ “C-can I t-touch them?” Anti looks at Chase eyeing his wings before nodding. “Carefully. I’m helping you because you need help. We’re a lot alike now. We’re both different and…feared. But you’ll be fine, I’ll be here. And I’ll help you as best I can,” he said nuzzling Chase’s head. Chase smiled softly as he nuzzled back and almost purred.

After a few moments there was a horrifying noise, one that sounded like bones breaking and snapping. Chase screamed in pain as he writhed in Anti’s hold. It was late, the moon already risen and Chase couldn’t stop it. His face started morphing and changing into a dog like face, fur covering it as well. His body, arms and legs grew fur as well, chocolate brown with a few patches of grey here and there. After a few minutes passed Chase was fully transformed into a werewolf. He looked up at Anti sadly as he curled into himself a bit.

“Why do ya try ta hide? Yer not a monsta, yer still Chase, nothin’ will change that,” Anti said smiling before kissing Chase’s forehead in a brotherly manner. He looked over at the others and saw them staring with their mouths agape. “What,” he growled at them. “Y-you elped Im? W-why,” Schneeple asks softly. “Just because we’re different doesn’t mean we’re monsters. It just means we’re different,” Anti answered before hearing Chase whimper. He looked down at him before getting licked in the face. He groaned as he laughed and smiled. “Chase ew! That’s nasty!”

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