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WANNA CUDDLE WITH OBI-WAN!!!
-Years later-
Din & Luke: *cuddling in bed*
Grogu: *decides to bug his dads in order to cuddle*
Luke: *chuckles*
Din: *confused*
Luke: I used to do this with my parents and Leia when we were younger.
The very little patience Dorian possesses is at its limit. Where is the Inquisitor? He already checked the library, the training grounds, the War Room, the Crypt, every one of his companions’ rooms. Sighing, the mage stops in the middle of the hall, one hand touching his forehead. All of this is Cole’s fault. Of all the memories the damn spirit could pick up in his head he had to go for that?
Rilienus, skin tan like fine whiskey, cheekbones shaded, lips curl when he smiles. He would have said yes.
How long has it been since he last thought of Rilienus? But any reminiscence or nostalgia was washed away when Dorian saw the look in Alistair’s eyes. Curiosity, confusion, fear. The Inquisitor didn’t say a word. Not then and not when they returned to camp. The younger mage remained uncharacteristically silent throughout the day and the trip back to Skyhold. Even at night, when they would share a tent, Alistair just went to sleep curled on his side when he usually would seek Dorian’s embrace.
And now he can’t be found anywhere in the fortress. Dorian just wants this game to end so they can talk properly so he can be clear that Rilienus is past, and Alistair is the one he wants. The only one he loves. A small laugh escapes the mage’s lips, self-deprecated and bitter. Who would think that he would be in this type of situation? Sighing once again, Dorian walks to the gardens and just look at that! The Inquisitor is there, talking with Elrya. She notices him first and Dorian doesn’t really like the smile that shows up on his friend’s lips.
She leaves the Inquisitor and walks past him still smiling but rather than think about what his friend may be conjuring up, Dorian goes straight to Alistair, who looks a bit surprise to see him.
- Tired of hiding yourself, Lord Inquisitor? – Dorian questions to the younger mage's confusion.
- I wasn’t hiding, Dorian. I have been in Skyhold the whole time.
- Hiding from me. – the words are muttered, and Alistair can’t miss the anger in them.
- I wasn’t hiding. I just… - a sigh escapes the younger mage’s lips – I was just preparing myself before talking to you. In case… In case I didn’t like the answers waiting for me.
Alistair isn’t looking at him and the nervous stance in the Inquisitor makes all the anger in Dorian disappear. With all the praise and adoration always shower upon him is easy to forget that Alistair is just a man. And not a very confident one. Dorian knows that his magic, his eyes, his scars… All serve to dimmish Alistair self-confidence. And in Alistair nervousness Dorian can see himself from before. The fear of being tossed aside, of not being important enough or good enough, of being a second choice, a placeholder. Everything that Alistair definitely isn’t.
-I’m sure Elrya told you that there was nothing between Rilienus and me.
- She did. – and yet Dorian is kept from the white eyes he likes so much.
Stepping closer, Dorian invades the Inquisitor’s personal space, his lips almost touching a reddening cheek.
-You know… - the older mage whispers – I’m glad that never was. After all, I have something better now.
And finally, Alistair’s white eyes focus on him. A little hesitant at first, still uncertain and fearful. So, Dorian let his eyes show the truth of his words, of everything that he thought that he would never have but that he found with Alistair. Love. A real, deep and strong love. A place to be himself without fear. A home at Alistair’s side, in his arms.
-Better? – the Inquisitor repeats, the fear and doubt slowly leaving his eyes.
- Much better. – Dorian answers with a smile, one that grows at seeing Alistair smile too.
A kiss is the Inquisitor’s answer. Holding Dorian by the back of the neck, Alistair kisses him with passion and possessiveness, with a relief that only grows stronger when he is met with equal fervor, Dorian hands holding him by the hips in a strong grip.
Only when the kiss ends is that Dorian realizes that he was passionately kissing the Inquisitor in the middle of the gardens, and he feels his face heat with embarrassment. But Alistair just takes him by hand and guides them back to the fortress’ hall. And when the Inquisitor looks at him there is only happiness and love in Alistair’s eyes. And a smile on his lips. One that Dorian would do anything to keep seeing.
𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.
excerpts from a book I’ll never write
*after the Inquisitor talk with Solas in Tresspasser*
The first word on his head is “No”.
This can’t be happening. It is an illusion, a trick of the Fade.
Dorian can hear Cassandra and the others, everyone looking for the Inquisitor. But he is the one who found him. Fallen in the grass. Immovable.
After what seems an eternity he moves, running to the Inquisitor and falling to his knees at his side.
“Alistair?” he calls. His voice trembles but he doesn’t care “Alistair!” he shakes his beloved’s body but there is no answer. His hands move searching for wounds and find the hand with the Mark, the skin burned as if strike by lighting, the veins a purple almost black.
Dorian searches for a pulse, for the beating of the heart he loves so much. And finds it. Barely there.
“Please…” he asks. Please don’t die. He cannot say.
He barely hears when the others arrive. His hands clutching at Alistair’s armor, his mind begging the Maker for his love’s life. He realizes when Elrya starts to take care of the Inquisitor, her healing magic the one Dorian trusts the most. But his eyes remain on Alistair’s face, his heart asking for his beloved’s eyes to open once again. There are tears pricking his eyes, but he doesn’t care.
He wants Alistair healed. Alive.
And then… A weak cough leaves Alistair’s lips, his body trembling under Elrya’s hands. And Dorian can breathe again, his hands cradling his amatus’ head, feeling his breath against his skin.
Please. He thinks, his heart begs, but his voice cannot ask. Please don’t leave me.

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His eyes linger in on the man seated on his couch, a wine glass on one hand, a book on the other and a look of deep concentration in his green eyes. A small smile appears in Hawke's lips, a strong feeling of peace and happiness warming in his chest as the mage watches Fenris read. After so many battles, so much time running and hiding, so much loss and pain... To be able to be in his home with the man he loves...
- What are you doing? - Fenris questions without turning his eyes away from the book.
- Am I not allowed to look?
The questions capture Fenris' attention and his green eyes watch as the smile on Hawke's lips try and fail to be innocent.
Still smiling Hawke approaches the sitting elf, one hand cradling the marked neck. Fenris allows the touch, searching for the mage's eyes and finding only the gentle and patient love always present in Hawke. Lowering his head, Hawke rests his forehead over Fenris', a trembling breath escaping from his lips.
- Thank you. - Hawke whispers - For remaining at my side.
The offer of a kiss prevents Fenris from answering but on the lips that taste like lyrium Hawke can savour the promise that is repeated in the touch that abandons wine and book to claw at his clothes, his skin.
Always.
most important part of the writing process actually is when you loop a single song on max volume and stare at the word document and imagine the characters doing things for 14 hours. this is known as getting in the zone
Margaret Atwood, from Paper Boat: Selected Poems; "He Shifts from East to West,"
Because I learned not to
Because I learned to keep it in
Because I learned to hold on the silence
And let my tears become a secret
the true cycle of life
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i’m such a “i want your attention” but “won’t bother you” kinda person
The moon playing in the water in the dark.
Hi, funny thought for Mshenko: Kaidan does all the driving once back on Earth because Shepard's handling of the Mako still haunts their dreams.
Sorry, for the late reply! I love this idea! 😂😂 Going to see if I can incorporate this in one of my current wips.
I also have a scene in my Mass Effect 2 AU where the matter of Shepard‘s sub-par driving skills is going to be discussed. 😆
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“If you don’t go after what you want you’ll never have it. If you don’t ask, the answer is always no. If you don’t step forward, you’re always in the same place.”
— Nora Roberts

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“It’s so hard to believe how much can change in a year. This time last year, things were completely different. I was completely different.”
— Unknown
The Avengers 2012 era was the best time ever in the fandom
Thor loves pop tarts, Clint lived in the vents, Bruce and Tony did science together, Steve was the mom friend of the team and did art in his free time, Natasha was cool aunt of the team, Loki was there too and a bunch of other characters like Peter, Sam, Bucky, Vision and Wanda all lived in the Avengers tower together
It was a much simpler time where everyone in the fandom was chill and having fun together