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A/n: THANK YOU FOR BEING MY FIRST REQUEST!

The news sat like a secret beneath your tongue for nearly three days.

Not because you wanted to keep it from Cullen.

Maker knew you didn’t.

But every time you imagined saying the words aloud, your heart began racing so fast that you convinced yourself to wait one more hour. One more evening. One more quiet moment.

Unfortunately, life at Skyhold was rarely quiet.

There were reports, meetings, patrol schedules, diplomatic visits, and an endless stream of people who somehow needed the Commander of the Inquisition for something immediately.

So you waited.

And waited.

Until one evening you found Cullen alone in his office.

The door stood slightly open, candlelight spilling into the corridor. Inside, he sat hunched over his desk, one hand rubbing tiredly at his forehead while the other moved across a report.

You smiled softly.

Typical.

Even after everything, even after Corypheus, Cullen still worked himself far too hard.

You stepped inside and knocked gently against the doorframe.

His head immediately lifted.

The exhaustion vanished from his face the moment he saw you.

“There you are,” he said warmly. “I was beginning to think Skyhold had stolen you away.”

You laughed quietly. “It nearly did.”

He pushed back from his desk. "Come here.”

The request was simple, familiar.

You crossed the room and immediately found yourself pulled into his lap.

The Commander of the Inquisition might have been a respected military leader.

Your husband, however, was a shameless man who never missed an opportunity to steal affection.

His arms wrapped around your waist as he rested his chin against your shoulder.

“Better,” he murmured.

You smiled despite your nerves. “Cullen.”

“Hm?”

Your fingers twisted together.

Immediately, he noticed, of course he did. His embrace loosened slightly.

“What is it?”

The concern in his voice made your stomach flip.

You turned enough to face him.For a moment, you forgot every speech you had practiced.

Every carefully planned sentence disappeared.

So instead you simply reached down and took one of his hands.

Then you placed it gently against your stomach.

Confusion flickered across his features.

Then curiosity.

Then realization.

You watched the exact moment understanding struck him.

His eyes widened.

The room went utterly silent.

“Cullen?”

He stared at you.

Then at your stomach.

Then back at you.

The poor man looked as though someone had cast a paralysis spell on him.

Finally, his mouth opened, closed then opened again.

“You…” His voice cracked.

A laugh escaped you despite yourself.

“Yes.”

“You mean…”

“Yes.”

His gray eyes immediately filled with emotion.

Maker.

You had seen Cullen face demons.

You had seen him stand against armies.

You had watched him command soldiers through impossible battles.

Yet somehow this had rendered him completely speechless.

“You are certain?” he asked quietly.

You nodded. “Very.”

For several seconds he simply stared.Then he suddenly stood.

You squeaked in surprise as he lifted you with him.

“Cullen!”

He laughed, a genuine, disbelieving sound that you rarely heard anymore.

“A baby?” His hands settled carefully against your face.

“A baby.” You couldn’t stop smiling.

"A baby.” The grin that spread across his face was brighter than sunlight.For a moment he looked years younger.

Not the Commander.

Not the former templar.

Just a husband who had been handed the greatest gift of his life.

He pulled you into his arms immediately.

Not tightly.

Carefully.

As though you and the tiny life growing inside you were suddenly the most precious things in Thedas.

Perhaps, to him, you were.

“I love you,” he whispered into your hair.

Emotion tightened your throat. “I love you too.”

His hand found your stomach again.

Tentative.

Awestruck.

Maker, he looked amazed.

As though he couldn’t quite believe it.As though at any moment someone might tell him he had imagined the whole thing.

“A child,” he said softly. “Our child.”

You nodded.

“Our child.”

A laugh escaped him again.

Then another.

You weren’t sure you had ever seen Cullen quite so happy.

Questions immediately began spilling out.

“When?”

“How long have you known?"

“Have you seen a healer?”

“Are you feeling well?”

“Have you been eating enough?”

The last one made you laugh.

“Cullen.”

“What?”

“You sound worried already.”

“I am worried already."His answer was so immediate that you burst into laughter.

The Commander looked mildly offended. "I believe I am entitled to worry.”

“You found out less than five minutes ago.”

“And?”

“And you’re already planning."

“Of course I am.”

His expression softened.

Then he knelt unexpectedly in front of you.The sight alone nearly made you cry.

One of the most respected men in Thedas kneeling before his wife with tears shining in his eyes.

His hand rested against your stomach.

Not possessive.

Not protective.

Simply loving.

Reverent.

As though he already adored the tiny life he had not yet met.

“Hello there,” he murmured softly.

You laughed through your tears.“Cullen, the baby can’t hear you yet.”

“Perhaps not.”His smile grew.“But I wanted to introduce myself anyway.”

Your heart completely melted.

The room felt warm despite the mountain air beyond the walls of Skyhold.

For a long moment neither of you spoke.You simply stood together.

His hand against your stomach.

Your fingers in his hair.

The future stretching before you both.For the first time in years, there were no battles to think about.

No enemies.

No politics.

Only hope.

Only love.

There really wasn’t much to say, or much to explain, other than that Assan had been a moody little griffon for the past three days. He’d nearly taken a bite out of poor Manfred’s hand, knocked over a crate of fresh supplies in the kitchen, and had outright ignored Davrin’s commands with the attitude of a teenager who thought he knew best. During the latest training session, he squawked back at Davrin with all the sass of a sixteen-year-old, before scuttling off to hide behind your legs, glaring at his so-called bodyguard like Davrin was the villain of the piece.

“Is that your idea of discipline?” Davrin had teased, raising a brow as you ran a soothing hand down Assan’s ruffled feathers. “Coddling him only makes it worse.”

You’d rolled your eyes, more focused on the griffon than on the Grey Warden before you. “Maybe he just knows who his favorite parent is,” you’d replied, a smirk pulling at your lips.

But if you were honest, it wasn’t just Davrin who was on the receiving end of Assan’s attitude. Any time you left Davrin’s quarters, Assan was there, watching with an almost suspicious glare, like he couldn’t quite believe you were leaving again. And when you’d kneel down to offer him a pat, the little beast would turn away with a dramatic huff, or worse—fly off to the top of the lighthouse to sulk.

This morning was no exception. You were halfway through lacing your boots when Assan landed in front of the door, puffing up his chest in a clear bid for your attention. Davrin, leaning back on the bed with an amused look, shook his head.

“Jealousy doesn’t suit you, Assan,” Davrin remarked as his eyes flicked back to you. “You’re not the only one who likes having them all to yourself, you know.”

You shot him a look, but the blush creeping up your neck betrayed you. “You’re both impossible,” you muttered, reaching out to scratch the griffon behind his ear tuft. “And you,” you added to Assan, who chirped indignantly, “need to stop throwing tantrums every time we leave the room.”

Davrin’s laughter was warm, the kind that wrapped around you like a comforting embrace. He rose from the bed, crossing the room to stand behind you, one arm slipping around your waist. “Maybe he’s just afraid I’m stealing you away,” he murmured against your ear, the heat of his breath sending shivers down your spine.

“Or maybe,” you countered, turning your head slightly to meet his gaze, “he knows you’re the one stealing me away from him.”

Davrin’s smile softened, his free hand coming up to cup your cheek. “Lucky for him, I don’t mind sharing,” he said quietly, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. “But I make no promises about giving you back.”

Warnings: none Pairing: Solas x Reader Summary: Kinktober Day 4: Outdoor Sex Word Count: 709 MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI - THIS BLOG IS 18+

Ah yes our…favorite…elves -side eyes Solas- anything for you nonnie <3

4. Which one is more protective? Who needs to be ‘protected’?

Zevran

You know, this might actually be a balanced relationship in terms of protectiveness

Unless you are completely untrained in how to protect yourself, Zevran will be fully confident in your abilities and he’ll expect the same from you

He’s a well-trained assassin and he knows how to handle and take care of himself. Zevran certainly won’t be mad about you wishing him well or encouraging him to be careful, but he doesn’t need nor want you trying to step between himself and danger

He’ll put himself between you and danger only if you start struggling and are clearly being overwhelmed

The both of you are more likely to be protective of one another in conversations, particularly when people try to question your relationship or make pointed remarks about either you or Zevran

Fenris

If Fenris had his way, he would stand between you and the world. However, he understands how unrealistic that would be

That doesn’t stop him from trying, mind you. Even if you’re stronger than him, he’s putting himself there by you, helping you fight your battles. Whether those are physical or conversational, Fenris feels like this is something he needs to do for you

In turn, he does not expect that from you. He doesn’t expect you to think he needs protecting and so if you do so, he’s a bit baffled. In a fight, he’ll reprimand you for placing yourself between him and danger and remind you that’s he’s fully capable (a hypocrite honestly, bc so are you, but he won’t hear it).

In conversation… Fenris is used to being spoken down to, being viewed as less-than. He honestly doesn’t even pay attention to those sorts of remarks anymore. But the first time you speak up in defense of him, and he can tell by your tone how honest you are, he’s thrown off balance

He tries to let you handle your own battles, whatever they may be. But no matter what, Fenris is always a presence by your side, ready to step in front of you again

Solas

Solas is obviously not the strongest man. Talented and smart and powerful yes, but not particularly physically imposing. He knows better than to place himself between you and danger, though he has plenty of barrier spells ready to go at a moments notice

And I think the same could be said for conversation. He recognizes that you’re capable and smart and he lets you handle any nonsense people try to attack you with

It’s only when you’re not present, unable to defend yourself, that Solas speaks up. Snappy, impatient, and frankly unimpressed, his defense of you is almost more of an attack on whoever dared open their mouth

Protecting him is…a little different. Solas holds himself in such a way, that he rarely needs you stepping up for him. If you voice this thought to him, that you feel like you can’t help him this way, he’ll just wave your worries away

Bianca Bellanotte is from Dream Addict, an upcoming webcomic by @darkvioletcloud !!!

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You lay awake in the middle of the night, lying on your side - a small reprieve from the constant and turning that had wracked you through the night. Your mind was filled with hazy, troubled thoughts.

It was the beginning of winter break, and the first time you had seen your best friend since she had been sent off to St. Soleil's - the most prestigious school for aspiring Magical Girls in the country, if not the world. You remembered being younger, more bright-eyed and innocent, and staying awake long after bedtime with Bianca as you both imagined the future. Bianca was sure to get into St. Soleil with no contest. You, however? Not so much… Even then, you knew you never had a chance, but you promised each other that the separation would cause you to drift apart. She had even promised, one late night, to sneak you into her luggage and have you live in her dorm in secret. 

But that was all childish, wishful thinking. And ever since you had said your goodbyes before she went off to face her studies, you hadn't heard from her since. You knew that it was selfish to get upset by her silence - it's not like you were the most important thing in her world. Not even close, you'd guess… Still, you sent endless letters in hopes of something in return, you'd called and texted and messaged, only to be met with silence.

You tried to quell your fears with rationality - St. Soleil was a demanding school, she probably had a lot of work loaded onto her, a lot of time to spend with her new teammates… And new best friends.

You had to face facts at some point. St. Soleil was filled with much cooler, smarter, better friends than you could ever be for Bianca. She'd probably moved on already. She probably didn't even think of you anymore… And you figured you should do the same.

Were you being overdramatic? Perhaps. But, you were hurt and jealous and sad and angry, so you branched out a bit, searching for someone to fill the hole that Bianca had left behind. 

And sooner than you know it, Fall came and went. The streets began to fill with snow and schools were letting out for vacation. And your phone had buzzed due to a text that you long had thought would never message you again.

💛Bia💛: I'll be coming home tomorrow. Meet me at the train station?

Short and to the point. You sneered down at the message, feeling rage build up in your chest. She ignores you for months and she does THIS?! This wasn't FAIR!

You threw your phone down at the nearest soft surface, before huffing put an exasperated sigh and following suit. Okay, she wanted to play that game? Fine. You could play, too…

You waited at the station, hanging off the arm of your date. It wasn't really anything serious - you liked them and they liked you - but it was more than enough to, at least potentially, hit Bianca where it hurts. See? I can move on, too. I don't NEED you.

You could still picture the look on her face, the smile on her face falling into a shocked frown.

"Oh…" She spoke slowly, almost dumbfounded. "Who's this?"

You introduced your date to your (former…?) best friend, smiling innocently as Bianca awkwardly fumbled at making acquaintances with them.

You all walked back to your house, catching up as you tried to escape the cold. There was a heavy tension in the air, but not the one you expected. Instead of the tension between you and Bianca you had assumed, there was one between Bianca and your date. You kept an eye on the bespectacled blonde, watching as she sent glares towards your date repeatedly. It puzzled you - what had they done wrong? Shouldn't she be mad at you? It confused you… But you shook it off. Maybe… Maybe you had seen something that wasn't there, jumping to conclusions before looking where you leapt. 

Your face fell. You had used someone you cared about in an attempt to make your friend, who wasn't even mad at you or tried to hurt you, jealous. God, you were a mess.

You had bid them both goodbye earlier than expected. You had some things to think about… Oddly, as you headed toward home, you turned to watch the two you had left behind - and, oddly, you watched as Bianca seemed to follow your date… Odd. You knew for a fact that her home was in your direction…

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And so here you lay, mind full of guilt-ridden thoughts. You sighed heavily, hearing the window creak with the wind.

…

You blinked.

You…

You didn't have the window open. It was winter, it was far too cold… Then why…?

You jolted upwards, eyes wide as saucers as they trained on the shadowy figure that was climbing into your room it froze for a moment, and you could see how the creatures blonde fur retracted into itself, it's body shrinking and straightening, it's snout pressing back into itself to create a human face.

Your mouth dropped open dumbly. "Bianca…?"

She didn't answer, simply staring back at you. The smell of metal hit you, and your scrunched up your nose in response. Adjusting to the dark, you noticed the dark liquid covering Bianca's body and tattered clothes. Your stomach sank, eyes somehow widening even more.

"Wh- what-?"

"Don't worry," The blonde tiptoed close, holding up her hands, as if to reassure you. "I took care of them..."

You inched away only to bump into your headboard. "Wh- who?"

Bianca sneered, baring her fangs as she hissed out the name of your datemate.

You felt tears build up in your eyes, your heart rabbiting in your chest. "What- what do you mean?"

"I'm sorry," Bianca's montone, neutral facade began to fade. In the dark, you could see her begin to tremble, her lips wobbling. "I'm so sorry, I want you to know that, okay?"

Her voice wavered, as though her throat was closing up. She was fighting back sob. You knew what she was like when she was sad. You knew everything about her. At least, you thought you did…

She reached your bed, shakily lifting herself up onto it, leaving blood handprints on the sheets. You tried to scoot away, but Bianca lurched forward, taking your wrists and pinning you down. The blonde girl shuffled closer, looking down over you. Tears fell from her eyes.

"It's just that," She swallowed, screwing her eyes shut. "I didn't realize how much you meant to me before I left. When I had you everyday, I… I didn't realize how much I craved you.."

"What…?" You breathed out, eyes never leaving her.

"And when I noticed, when I went to St. Soleil I-" Bianca growled in frustration, her features appearing animalistic for a moment. "I realized how much I fucking NEEDED you. I… I was obsessed. I AM obsessed. I got all over your letters and hoarded them and smelled them. I got all your calls and listened to them over and over. I never replied to anything because… I- I'm a monster, I'm dangerous. Look at me! I killed someone you loved because I love you MORE!"

You flinched at her roars, pressing your face into the pillow. You shuddered and gasped as  you felt a tongue lick a stripe up your neck.

Solstice of Tomorrow

Chapter 1: In the Absence of Logic

Come check out my new fanfiction! I’ve been apart of the daycare attendent tumblr scene for a while now and I’ve consumed every little crumb of daycare attendent content I can get my grubby little hands on, so why not contribute my own crumbs to this huge blorbo fest??

Summary: After being made redundant, you scramble to find any position to help your financial situation. Despite working as a reliable columnist, you can’t find much in the messy job market to fulfil your journalistic desires; instead, you settle as an office attendant for a sickly mega-corporation. Beneath all the financial lawsuits and damages claims swept under the rug, there's something going on much deeper within the walls of Fazbear Co. Mega Pizzaplex. Between questioning your stance on robot sentience and developing an intimate friendship with your robot coworker, you find your supervisor Vanessa is up to something sinister during office hours.

No wonder you had to sign so many non-disclosure agreements.

A post to announce my new reader-insert writing blog! (formerly only a writer for Critical Role, im branching out!)

my name is Ellie and i want to write for the following fandoms:

Fallout (New Vegas, 3, and 4 - mainly companions)

Dragon Age (not Oghren, Loghain, or Sebastian)

Horizon Zero Dawn / Forbidden West

Red Dead Redemption 2 (not Micah or Bill)

Marvel