(Be nice, English isn't my first language, it's been 10 years /literally/ since my last writing activity and I can't fucking draw, so all of my creations will be with symbols, icons, elements instead of faces and bodies, more like a tattoo style!)
Day 1: Your favourite OC
Abigail Amell
She lied.
She lied at her companions, she lied at Leliana in the letter she wrote to the Inquisition.
She lied.
The pain was unbearable, her vision started to get worse, one of her eyes turning almost white, with a net of dark capillaries that continued along the right cheekbone, on her pale, sick skin.
And the song, that annoying song. She had to keep her mind focus or it would drive her crazy.
Like most of the Warden.
But she was the Hero of Ferelden, Commander of the Grey Wardens, and she had to find a cure.
For her. For the Wardens. For the friends she met during her journey.
For Loghain, who was helping the Inquisition. For Alistair, who was leading the country. For Nathaniel, who was still by her side.
For Anders, wherever he was.
She was tired, alone, scared, Maker knows where she was, traveling half of the world for something she’s desperate to find.
That song, the only thing to kept her company.
During the day, a distant music like a lone bard who was singing only to her. During the night, the lullaby of the mother she barely remembered.
She looked at the horizon, another trail going nowhere, her staff to help her stands.
She wiped another drop of dark blood falling from her nose, and continued to her journey.
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“You want to tell me how you sprained this, anyway?” Ezra asks his boyfriend, his tone a little sharp with worry but his touch is still gentle as he examines Rigel’s damaged wrist. “I thought you didn’t have any active hunts right now?”
“I, uh.. might have challenged Piper to an arm-wrestling contest last night..” Rigel answers, his smile quickly turning sheepish when Ezra looks up at him with narrowed eyes. “In my defense, we’d both been drinking for a couple hours!”
“That’s not really much of a defense, Rigel.” Ezra replies, though a small smile tugs at his mouth as he turns his gaze back to the wrist he held.
He gave Rigel no time to reply before his own hand began to glow with a magical aura, the faint smell of ozone filling the kitchen area of his home, and Rigel’s breath hitched softly as Ezra trailed his fingertips along his sore wrist, the healing magic gently soothing the sprain until both the pain and damage was finally gone.
Hearing Rigel’s soft sigh of relief, Ezra smiles again, and raises Rigel’s hand up to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of his now-healed wrist. “Feel better?”
“Much better..” Rigel replies, leaning in to press a warm kiss to Ezra’s cheek, and then to his lips before he pulls back to admire the dark flush now on Ezra’s cheeks. “Thanks.”
“Just don’t undo my hard work by challenging Piper again like some reckless recruit.” Ezra teases, smiling brightly when Rigel leans in to press another kiss to his lips. He pulls back before Ezra can return it, however, causing him to pout just a little. “And don’t try to distract me from scolding you either..”
“I don’t know what you mean, Ezzy..” Rigel smirks, reaching out to grab Ezra’s waist and pull him flush against his chest, before trailing soft kisses over his boyfriend’s cheek and down to his jawline. He hears Ezra’s soft sigh with each kiss, hands coming up to grip at his shoulders lightly when Rigel’s kisses move down closer to his neck.
“That’s.. playing dirty..” Ezra starts to say, though he still tilts his head back in invitation, letting out a soft moan as Rigel peppers slow, open-mouthed kisses along the length of his neck. He shivers lightly with each kiss; Rigel knows most of his weak spots by now, especially along his neck, and seems more than eager to target each one. “I.. need to get back to the shop, Rigel. I’m still expecting customers-”
“It’s almost closing time. Besides, no one’s here right now..” Rigel replies promptly, grazing his teeth along a spot near Ezra’s ear before he bites down, just hard enough to draw a sharp gasp of pleasure from the other man. He swipes his tongue over the spot soothingly before moving towards Ezra’s jawline, giving it a playful nip before he claims Ezra’s mouth in a deep kiss, swallowing down any more half-hearted protests.
Perhaps the shop could wait.
Ezra pulls him closer, eagerly returning the kiss before Rigel could pull away again, and he grunts softly when he feels Rigel shift forward, slowly grinding their hips together. Heat starts to fill his body, filling his chest before traveling lower, and Ezra pulls back with a soft moan when Rigel rolls his hips again, harder this time.
“I love the way you moan,” Rigel says, his voice lower than it had been moments ago, and Ezra’s face flushes again as Rigel steps forward, walking him backwards until he hits the wall. He kisses Ezra again and again, alternating between quick pecks and slow, wet kisses, stealing Ezra’s breath away with each one. “I love every little noise I draw from you..”
“Rigel..” Ezra sighs, his eyes sliding shut as Rigel slides a hand from his hip to his waist, then further to slip beneath the fabric of his shirt and caress his lower back, and Ezra bites his lip as Rigel’s other hand slips between them to unfasten the clasps of his tunic.
The clothes between them suddenly feel too thick to Ezra. He wants Rigel to strip them all away, wants to pull him close so he can feel the press of his boyfriend's bare body against his own. He reaches a hand down as well, pushing Rigel's hunter sash aside to reach for the belt hidden beneath it, fingers fumbling with the buckle-
The sudden chime of the doorbell makes them both freeze in place, gazes darting towards the thick curtain that separated them from the shop.
A customer.
Ezra struggles to swallow down a disappointed sigh as he tries to step around Rigel, the heat in his body doused by the unknown arrival. He laughs softly when his boyfriend doesn’t move, and instead just drops his head against Ezra's shoulder with a loud, muffled groan. “I told you I still had customers!”
“Your customers have terrible timing, Ezzy..” Rigel grouses, his exasperated expression softening some when Ezra leans up to press a kiss to his scruffy jawline. “Try to make it quick?”
“You’re the one intruding during business hours,” Ezra replies as he steps away to adjust his ruffled clothes, though his playful wink assures Rigel that he’s only joking. “Wait here.. I’ll be back as quick as I can.”
“I’m not going anywhere.” Rigel says, his tone full of promise that brings another blush to Ezra’s face, which he tries to force down even as Rigel presses another quick kiss to his cheek. “Don’t keep me waiting..”
“Tease.” Ezra huffs with a smile. He resists the urge to kiss Rigel again as he smooths down his tunic once more before heading out into the shop, already eager to return to his boyfriend’s embrace.
Varric has seen a lot in his life. From a family betrayal, to dragons, a commander going crazy over a strange red lyrium and the very beginning of a mage rebellion.
But this. This was beyond every possibly immagination.
Even if Chuckles tried so many times to explain what was happening, he still couldn’t believe it.
For so many days he woke up wishing everything was just a bad dream, a Maker’s joke, but the Breach still kept throwing demons at the poor people.
He never was a believer, or at least he definitely didn’t sing the Chant of Light as much as Cassandra or Leliana, but the Inquisitor was the hope everyone was looking for.
He looked at him, trying to do what was right, trying to help more people he can, trying to fight against that talking Darkspawn or whatever thing Corypheus was, an enemy he already knew.
The Herald was standing still in front of him, blood running down his arm, disappearing into the wood of the staff.
He already saw something like this.
Hope, in a single person, strong, brave and stupid enough to strike back.
Hawke.
Against all the odds, all the pressure on the big but also weak shoulders, Hawke fought.
A little chuckle abandoned his lips.
Looking down to Bianca, he took one deep breathe. And he was still fighting, one more time, for saving the world.
Saw this prompt list earlier, made by @harper-penn-happens , and got inspired to join in! Been wanting to do more with my WTNC couples anyway, so this is the perfect opportunity~ I’ll also probably go back and do the first 2 prompts soon.
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“So what about these two here?” Finnegan asks, tracing his fingers along the two thin scars that cut across his boyfriend’s right cheek as they both lounged across Finn’s large bed.
Cygnus closes his eyes briefly, leaning into the touch before he meets Finn’s gaze, and Finn smiles when he hears him let out that soft hum he makes whenever he was trying to recall something from memory. “Those I got from a fight with a Lycan, I think. One of my first hunts, and I took a tumble down a hill after he chased me from a cave.”
“Yeah, that sounds like you.” Finn replies with a smirk, and Cygnus huffs quietly but the humor shining in his eyes is evident. With a soft chuckle, Finn slides his hand from Cygnus’s jawline, down to the small scar at the base of his throat instead. The soft flutter of the pulse beneath Finn's fingers makes him inhale sharply. “What about this one, then?”
“That one was a cat, believe it or not.” Cygnus replies, glancing downwards as Finn lets out another amused chuckle. “Some children found it stranded in the middle of a river near their town, but it didn’t take too kindly to my rescue attempts.”
“Poor little thing..” Finn remarks, grinning when Cygnus looks up at him with raised eyebrows. “I mean you, not the cat.”
“Ass.” Cygnus grumbles, shoving against Finn’s shoulder lightly, but there’s no heat in his words or any real effort in the shove. He does narrow his eyes when Finn shifts closer to him, though a faint hint of a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.
Finn’s eyes are drawn to the subtle movement, and to the faded scar that cuts across the left side of Cygnus’s mouth. He reaches up to brush his thumb along the scar, smiling to himself when he feels the faint tremble that goes through Cygnus when he touches the sensitive skin. “And this one?”
Cygnus suddenly frowns, his brow furrowing as he reaches up to set his hand on top of Finn’s, whose lingering smile begins to fade when he sees the distant look in his boyfriend’s eyes. “Cyg..?”
“I’d.. rather not talk about that one right now, actually..” Cygnus replies, almost looking guilty, but Finn quickly leans down to press a soft kiss to his lips. He hopes the gesture will reassure his lover, or at least comfort him, and when he draws back he’s relieved to see that Cygnus’s expression has returned to normal.
“You owe me no explanations, Cyg.” Finn says, kissing him again, and when he pulls back this time he’s almost surprised to see Cygnus smiling up at him. It was a rare thing, seeing Cygnus smile like this, and Finn felt privileged to be one of the very few to be on the receiving end of them. “Any more scars with stories that you do want to tell?”
“Maybe later..” Cygnus replies before reaching up to smooth Finn’s dark locks back from his face, and drawing a soft, pleased hum from the vampire’s throat. “I think I’d rather have more of those kisses, first.”
“As you wish,” Finn replies, not needing to be asked twice as he settles himself comfortably on top of his boyfriend, claiming his mouth in another slow, heated kiss as they sink down into the mattress together.
“Are you actually going to put up a fight this time, Vega?” Piper asks, spinning her training staff in one hand as she circles around her opponent-slash-boyfriend. “Or am I gonna have to knock you down on your arse again?”
Vega can’t help but grin. She’s acting so cocky, borderline arrogant in spite of the faint sheen of sweat he can see on her face, and the way her chest heaves just lightly as she tries not to look as winded as she must feel. He loves it.
“You can try.” Vega replies, cracking his neck as he straightens up to his full height, now towering over a foot taller than her.
Piper takes a step back, eyes wandering over his broad-chested form with a small smirk, and Vega feels a familiar warmth spreading through him. She was definitely doing this on purpose; she knew how effortlessly she could fluster him, knew the best ways to bring him to his knees with just a look, both figuratively and literally.
Not that he didn’t like it - quite the opposite actually - but they wouldn’t get very far with this training session if she decided to play dirty with him.
“How much you got left in you, Meriman?” Vega calls out again, resting his own training staff against his shoulder. He sees the subtle dilation of her pupils, the way her grip on her weapon tightens just a little, and he’s definitely feeling like a mouse taunting a cat.
She rushes at him so quickly that he barely has time to brace against the attack.
The wooden staffs clack loudly as they clash together, with Piper on the attack while Vega tries to defend, and had this been a real fight he has no doubt that one of their staffs would have snapped like a twig. But they both enjoy this little game far too much to let it end so easily.
Vega knocks Piper back with a rough shove but she stays on her feet, quickly adjusting her balance with practiced ease before rushing in for another blow. He stays on the defensive, dodging strikes from the staff or leaping back to avoid some cheap shots, grinning all the while.
Practice spar or not, Piper is a beast. She moves with such a unique ferocity and grace that Vega can’t help but become distracted, and nearly gets knocked down a few times because he can’t take his eyes off of her.
He’s worked alongside countless other Hunters and Enforcers, overseen training of more recruits than he can remember, but not one of them has ever capture his attention like Piper has. Even better, the awe she inspires in him doesn’t end once the fights are over. Piper Meriman is a burning beacon and he’s nothing but a simple moth drawn to her flame.
Blind admiration of others was dangerous, his old mentor had once told him, but Vega knew his reverence of the woman before him was anything but blind. Her reputation had earned his respect before they even met, her actions and dedication had only deepened it, and well.. It’s hard to say what part of her he fell in love with first, but maybe it was her smile.
The very same smile that he sees only a flash of before his feet are suddenly swept out from beneath him by a well-aimed swipe of her staff.
The grass cushions most of the impact but Vega is still a big man, and he hits the ground with a hefty thud. He huffs for breath, the wind partially knocked out of him, but before he can even start to sit up he finds the blunt end of a training staff pointed at his face, with a smirking Piper standing at the other end of it.
“You were easier to knock down than usual, Vega.” Piper remarks, her voice holding a very knowing tone, and Vega feels his chest flutter when he notices how hard she’s struggling not to smile. “Something out here distracting you?”
“Just a beautiful woman with the most stunning blue eyes I’ve ever seen.” Vega answers with a grin.
Piper snorts, a curt and inelegant sound that makes his heart skip a pleasant beat. “That’s just awful, even for you, Vega.”
“Says you.” Vega retorts, starting to sit up, but he pauses when the tip of the staff is moved below his chin, pushing upwards against it just enough to make him tilt his head back.
He looks up to meet Piper’s gaze, sees the familiar coolness in her eyes now, and he lies back down almost eagerly. The heat in his face flares up again as he waits, wondering what she’ll do, wondering what she’ll tell him to do.
“Just what am I gonna do with you, Vega?” Piper wonders aloud, cocking her head to one side as she looks down at him. It’s not even a question, really. They both know that she could do whatever she wanted with him and he would let her. Hell, he would probably beg her, not that it would be the first time.
Vega licks his lips. Her gaze drops down to his mouth to watch the movement, and another flare of excitement fills him when she steps forward to stand over him, her feet planted on either side of his hips.
Piper looks him over shamelessly, her smile growing just a little, and Vega can only shiver with anticipation.
“Anything, miss..” Vega finally replies, his breathy voice filled with longing, and when she suddenly tosses the staff aside and kneels down to straddle his hips the air is stolen from his lungs entirely. He closes his eyes, tilting his head back to convey his full submission to her. “Please, do anything you want..!”
“As you wish..” Piper replies as she trails a hand across his broad chest, loving the way he shudders under her touch, and their sparring session is quickly forgotten as she turns all of her focus on the man beneath her instead.
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The woman laughed at her little child, a spunky little thing whose horns had barely grown. She sat down at the side of her bed.
«Once upon a time, during a rebellion... »
She was tired, blood coming down the holes around her lips, the string, which once forced her, torn.
I will never be chained again.
These words bounced in her mind, giving her the strength to run away, and free.
Eyes focused on the horizon, arms cutted in multiple parts by the tree branches.
I will never be bound again.
Dirt, blood, tears, washed away her vitaar. She didn´t care.
Strong, deep voices coming from behind, far away but also too close. She had to flee, to run faster and escape from this prison.
Sharp pain in her legs, head, chest, body.
I am free.
She stopped and turned, an angry but determined expression on her face. Her hands, previously closed at fist, now open.
Saarebas, “dangerous thing”.
And fire creating from her palms, she casted a spell, powered by her anger and her fear.
And she screamed.
She screamed from the bottom of her lungs.
She couldn't hear their voices anymore, she couldn't hear anything but her scream.
Seconds, minutes, hours. She didn´t know.
Calmed now, she watched everything burn around her.
She took a deep breath, closed her hands.
And she turned back to her direction and runned away.
Free.
She looked down, her little girl was already sleeping. The woman smiled, the holes around her lips now multiple scars. And looking at her daughter, she remebered it was all worth it.
