I was playing DAI with my “canon” Inquisitor (F!Trevelyan Archer Rogue, Templar allies) and I was level 12 when I did In Your Heart Shall Burn. I’d played it twice before and watched my sister play it before, but this time, it actually hit home. I was doing so well, breezing through the Venatori like nothing, I felt like we actually could win this, than the dragon showed up, I actually saw the bodies of the soldiers killed in the first blast of fire, and it felt like we just had an impossible enemy appear, and made the fact that we escaped to reach Skyhold feel like more of a victory. The Venatori I was fighting dropped mostly silk brocade and darkened samite, so when I made my first hunter coat armor at Skyhold, I used those fabrics to remember Haven.
Is haven that kid!fic? Can you tell us more about it :)))
Yes, Haven is the kid!fic that I’m writing with @reserve! Here is some stuff about it:
Set about ~5 years following the events of TFA
Hux is emperor of the Outer Rim Empire (O.R.E.)
Ren is his Lord Protector (classic), and also he is writing a history of Vader/the Empire (say huh?)
Hux and Ren had some weird sexy stuff together around the time that they were taking down Snoke (spoilers!), but it didn’t go so good because they’re awful children, and now they don’t talk about it and mostly walk around pretending like they don’t have deeply fucked up feelings for each other because they have an empire to build, okay
“Haven” is the name of Hux’s central command and the seat of his power. It’s a modular free-floating city built on the back of the Finalizer, so that new districts can be constructed easily as the number of citizens increases, while also protecting itself against attack through dispersal and also not being a fucking planet (Hux knows about blowing up planets—sitting ducks, amirite)
Culture Note! Phasma died during the assault on Snoke, but her armor is installed like a shrine at the entrance to the military barracks—while religion is obviously banned in the O.R.E., her memory has taken on a saint-like quality, and most Haven residents refer to her the “Silver Martyr.”
the actual story opens as Ren is sent off-Haven to quell a new bout of resurgent resistance in one of the less-friendly quadrants of Hux’s new empire, a group of terrorists known as the “Greenhands.” The rumor is that they’re funded by the New Republic, despite the tentative truce obtained when Hux and Ren took control of the FO, but no one’s been able to prove it yet.
Hux, meanwhile, has his hands full with getting the last few planets/quadrants to sign onto the imperial constitution (what, like he wouldn’t have one?), so it’s not particularly welcome when Ren returns to Haven and his Emperor with a report that there were no signs of the Greenhands, and also with a strange, feral-looking child in tow…
Wait you're doing a sakuino kisaobi fic? Is this different from the time travel kisaobi fic? Are there two!? Please... let there be two.
There are! Have a snippet:
Officially, her tenure isn’t
supposed to start until Monday, but Sakura was hoping to have a few days to
settle in before she took over for Mizuki. Since that’s apparently not
happening, and she’s already got a case, she might as well spend the day
opening the office and learning the layout of the town. If Mizuki’s been
missing for two months already, there likely isn’t much chance of finding him,
whether he died in some sort of accident or ran away to Tea Country, but Sakura
can’t just ignore her predecessor’s
disappearance, even if everyone else seems happy to.
She idly drags her fork through
the last of the whipped cream, considering. All she has with her is a single
suitcase, which means she can definitely wait until later to move into her new
house, and Mizuki probably left notes about whatever he was last working on at
the station. Sakura isn’t fond of mysteries left unsolved—it’s one of the
reasons she’s so good at her job—and she wants to put this one behind her
quickly. Best to start at the station, then wander around town and maybe ask a
“Anything else I can get you?”
Ino asks cheerfully as she breezes past, headed for the register. The older
couple are making their way out, letting in a swirl of bitingly cold air as
they leave, and Sakura tugs her jacket up over her shoulders a little more.
“Just the check, thanks,” she
“Of course—” Ino starts, but
she’s interrupted by the sudden, harsh jangle of the bells above the door as
someone throws it open. Sakura twists automatically, eyes narrowing as the
newcomer stalks past her, heading for Ino.
It’s a man, short but fairly
muscular, with messy black hair and one equally black eye. The right side of
his face is viciously scarred, and the marks disappear under the neck of his
Henley and continue over his wrist and hand. An eyepatch covers his left eye,
and there are three short scars on his neck just behind his ear. None of the
marks look like the kind of thing that was easily survived, and Sakura
immediately gauges the man as dangerous just for that, even more than the way
he carries himself or the scowl on his face as he plants himself in front of
“Ino,” he says tightly.
Ino’s smile is gone, and her
eyes flicker to the wide windows for a split second before snapping back to the
man. “Obito,” she returns, and it’s not quite fear on her face, but there’s
definitely some kind of trepidation there. “What are you doing here? You—”
“Have you heard anything?” Obito
demands before she can finish, fingers curling around the edge of the counter
until his knuckles are white. “I don’t—I’ll take anything at this point.”
Another glance at the windows,
like she’s checking the street, and Ino leans forward, laying one hand over
Obito’s scarred fingers. “Not yet,” she says, quietly enough that Sakura almost
misses it. “Look, I promised you I’d let you know, and I will, but you can’t be here right now.”
Well. Sakura isn’t entirely
certain she likes the sound of that.
Obito shakes her off with a
snarl, though he makes no move to leave. Slams his hands down instead, leaning
forward, and Ino doesn’t quite lean back but her eyes narrow. It’s a warning,
and Sakura wonders if she should step in.
“Then look harder,” Obito says, low and sharp. “I need something or I swear, I’m going to burn this whole fucking town to ash.”
That’s fear in Ino’s face,
without a doubt, but it’s buried before Sakura can so much as get her feet
under her to stand and interrupt. The blonde’s lips firm, and though she hesitates
for a moment her voice is perfectly clear when she says, “The Rasengan docked last night. They’ll be in port for at least a
week. That’s as much as I’ve got.”
“Ino?” Kiba calls across the
room, and out of the corner of her eye Sakura can see that the trio at the
table are all still, no longer talking. The girl in particular is watching
Obito carefully, pale violet eyes steady but intent, with one hand curled
around the pendant she’s wearing.
“Mind your own business,
Inuzuka,” Ino returns, her tone light. She touches Obito’s hand again, a
glancing pass, and then pulls away. “You should go,” she says quietly. A figure
moves past the window, out of sight before Sakura can catch more than a shadow,
and her mouth tightens. “You should really
Obito looks over too, and in an
instant fury kindles in his face, mixed with something that’s almost like fear.
He turn and heads for the door with a long stride, like he’s trying to outpace
whoever just passed, and Sakura rises to her feet on instinct. She drops a
twenty on the counter, more than enough to cover breakfast and a tip, and
follows the man, just managing to catch the door as it falls shut behind him.
If there are going to be
problems in her town, there’s no way she’s going to ignore it.