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darkeningoasis:

Reunited (He’s Alive!)

(Twin Fic AU featuring Curtis and Abigael Hawke, set in-between act 2 and act 3)

The day Curtis appears on is an ordinary one, well as ordinary as any day can be when the brother who died on the escape from Ostagar turns out not to have died on the escape from Ostagar and has instead tracked you down after believing that you were dead for the last 7 years.

It’s Varric that meets him first, intercepting him at the bar as he asks Corff where he can find Hawke, the Champion of Kirkwall. 

It takes a moment to figure out where she knows that voice from, as he’s telling Varric he’s known her from childhood (Not a lie, but just like him, never the whole truth, not in unknown territory).

“She’s a busy woman, friend, you can’t just-” She’s pushing Varric out the way then, interrupting him as her feet move without concious thought. Varric always vets strangers, keeping her safe, but he doesn’t know. Doesn’t know that if theres one person she will never need protection from it’s the man she shared a womb with, the other half of her self. 

“Curt? I- How… Curtis?” Her voices cracks and fades, theres so much to say, to ask, but it can’t come out, not now, not yet. 

His face lights up in a way that mends one of the many rips in her heart, “Abi! It is you!” and then she’s in his arms and it’s everything and perfect and she can’t breath for the sobs bursting out of her throat. She vaguely registers that Varric is speaking, most likely to Isabela and Merrill, back at her table, confused at this reaction, but how can she care? 

There are tears on her face and tears in her hair and for just a moment, nothing matters, he’s alive and he’s here and she’s complete again.

kaerwrites:

Have a melodramatic unprompted Trespasser drabble.

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“Hold on just a little longer,” Dorian pled, as he held him
through another shuddering, spasmic shock of pain. Noise could attract all
sorts of trouble their way; Ryn had tried to keep quiet, at first. He’d drawn
blood, biting down on his other hand, until finally it was unbearable, his
screams ripping through his body, tearing his throat. “Just a little longer,”
Dorian begged, and something mad and hysterical in Ryn wanted to laugh.
Everything was always ‘just a little longer’ with the mage. Put things off long
enough, and –

It haunted him, Dorian’s face when he pulled him aside
earlier. He’d known his advisors would tell everyone, once they found out. In
the whirlwind of activity since the discovery of that body, Ryn hadn’t had time
to eat or rest. He’d hoped to avoid –

But Dorian had caught up to him, and pulled him into a
sheltered alcove of the Winter Palace. Haggard, haunted – Ryn knew he had been
told, just as he knew how they’d both spent their reunion pretending not to
notice how bright the Fade-green pulse that spilled from his glove had grown.

Just a little longer.

“Let me see it, amatus,”
Dorian had commanded. The sickly green hue made him look like a corpse. He was
pale.

“Dorian,” Ryn began.

“Don’t argue with me. Please. Let me see it.”

How exhausted Ryn had felt in that moment! He was dying, and
they both knew it – there was no avoiding it anymore, no more pretending there
was a future to be planned for, that there was a use for the pointless ring
lying cold in his luggage. It seemed so far away and silly, that Ryn had been
angry at him this morning. What did it matter that Dorian was returning to
Tevinter? There was clearly nothing left for him here.

The glove was difficult to tug off, catching on the thick
wrapping beneath – the layers of gauze and elfroot Ryn used to help conceal the
smell. It had been a long time since the herbs had stopped having any impact on
the pain.

Ryn hadn’t had the chance to change the bindings since that
morning, and even the outer layers were soiled now. He kept his eyes lowered as
he unwrapped them, half waiting for some quip, a joke from Dorian about the
stench. Rotting meat, seared under a desert sun. Death, that was what he
smelled like, and with each layer he pulled away it grew stronger. Dorian
covered his mouth with his sleeve, but he didn’t comment, didn’t joke, didn’t
turn his eyes away.

The soiled bindings clung, wet, to his hand as he reached
the end. The light was almost blinding, making it difficult to make out the
particular gory details of his ruined hand, the burned and blackened flesh,
craking, festering. Dorian carefully pulled Ryn’s sleeve back over his forearm
as far as he could, his eyes tracking where the damage disappeared under the
cloth.

“Oh, amatus,”
Dorian breathed.

It was going to consume him, kill him. It was going to hurt.

Now, hours later, Ryn sobbed and screamed through wave after
wave of pain he could not push down, could not ignore, and Dorian held him,
pressed trembling lips to a sweat-soaked brow, and begged him, brokenly, for
just a little longer.

It was quiet, when it finally passed. Ryn treasured the
brief moment of reprieve after the eternity of torment. The Crossroads, eerie
and still, seemed as if they should be trembling with the memory of his
suffering.

Cassandra would not look at him. Varric had his back turned
completely away. Dorian clung to him, shuddering, shadowed.

“You bastard,” he whispered into Ryn’s hair. “You bloody
bastard.” His cheeks were wet.

Ryn forced himself to find his feet. He didn’t have a lot of
time, and there was so much left to do.

“Let’s get moving,” he said, in as strong a voice as he
could muster. As if he were fine, and the last several moments had not occurred.
His voice was raw.

He had to keep going.

A little longer, then.

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where is my rom com au with strict and sad teacher!Anders and students Carver and Bethany trying to fix him up with their big brother Hawke to get them both to be happy

or even better, Carver and Bethany trying to fix Anders up with someone else but Hawke is always there for some reason (too look after his siblings okay and he has the car and they need a ride) and Anders and Hawke ends up together much to the twin’s chagrin

Their first candidate for this was obviously Mr. Fenris, the phys-ed teacher at their school and that ended horribly, who knew Mr. Fenris was so opinionated against magic, on hind sight it probably wasn’t the best idea to try to fix someone like that with someone who teaches Magical Theory 101, and it definitely wasn’t a good idea to get them locked in the gymnasium together, and maybe this is a lesson for another day, write that down, Bethany

[Mr. Anders can blow doors up with his hands]

The next candidate is Isabela, Garrett’s always single friend who has also baby sat the twins before when they were younger, and you know what it turns out she is also Anders’ ex? The world we live in is so small and Garrett and Isabela and Anders just ended up going bar crawling, Anders coming into Monday class hungover and even crankier than before, this has backfired spectacularly

[Can’t he just use healing on himself? Apparently it doesn’t work on hangovers]

The third candidate is Alistair, the guy who cleans their pool and Carver really isn’t sure about him but trust me Carver, he has abs, and Carver is like well alright so they call him to Anders’ house and it turns out Mr. Anders doesn’t even have a pool in his house, AListair is just like well I get a lot of prank calls and Anders is so sorry, I don’t understand who would do this

cut to the twin who are hanging out in Garret’s car with binoculars, this is not going well, and Garret is so disappointed that it’s not going well, is this what you guys been doing with your time?? HEY I HAVE ABS

The fourth date is with Cullen, their mother’s part time personal trainer and also a cop, the date is actually going really well, Garret, why are you here (well you guys needed a ride to this fancy restaurant they’re having a date in and I’m also getting kinda invested in this scheme), until Anders brings up the fact that he used to get into all kinds of trouble as a teenager esp given that he’s a mage

and Cullen is like shoving breadsticks into his purse like well thank you, but I gotta get out my dog has an emergency right now, and Anders is just really dejected, outside the restaurant WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME AM I SO UNLOVABLE 

(it starts raining on cue and he doesn’t even have an umbrella)

and Garret just gets out of the car like OH HEY ANDERS, I TOTALLY DIDN’T KNOW YOU WERE HERE, what’s up do you want this donut that I most deinfitely just did not run across the street to buy, also my car is here, also my siblings who are also your students, there is nothing strange going on, if you want a ride i can totally do that for you

And Anders looks at him like Garret is the sweetest person ever

Take my whole life too

teammompike:

In the process, he learns a few things. First, the pup is most certainly a girl. Second, she’s a lovely golden color beneath the muck. Third, once she is clean and dry and fed and curled in front of the fire, snoring quietly, Vax can’t bring himself to leave her. Never let it be said Vex is the only twin with a soft spot for strays.

the working title for this was “vax adopts a dog” which is really all you need to know. vaxleth, 2.2K. title from “can’t help falling in love”

He finds the poor thing huddled under the eaves of the inn where he’s staying, comes back late in the dripping, seeping cold and only just notices the shifting shadows out of the corner of his eye. It’s a testament to the long hours he’s spent following his Lady’s mark that his first thought is to draw his dagger and slip towards the disturbance, silent as a wraith, until he gets close enough to make out––

Well, no dark being of undeath, anyways.

“Oh, you poor thing,” he murmurs, sheathing the dagger and paying no mind to how very much like Vex’ahlia he sounds as he crouches. “Oh, you poor poor thing. C’mere, I’m not gonna hurt you. C’mon, there’s a good boy.”

The pup shivers in the rain, caked with muck and whimpering pathetically. Vax waits patiently, hand outstretched as it slowly uncurls itself, damp nose stretching forward to bump against Vax’s hand.

“That’s a good boy,” he grins. “There you go. What d’you say we go inside, hmm?”

The pup whines as Vax carefully sets his hand beneath its midriff and lifts it up, cradling it against the damp leather of his armor (which is sure to stink to high heaven after this, but what’s new).

And so Vax and his newfound charge slip into the inn, and thunder cracks like gunfire and the pattering rain swells into the white noise of a steady downpour.

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greenreticule:

If Jane Austen wrote The Empire Strikes Back:

He dueled him for many a long minute, and then trapping him at the end of a gantry, removed his hand from his wrist. Luke was surprised, but said not a word beyond his cry of pain. After a silence of several minutes, Vader came towards him in an agitated manner, and thus began,

“In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to offer you a place at my side to throw down the Emperor and reign over this galaxy.”

Luke’s astonishment was beyond expression. He stared, coloured, doubted, and was silent. This Vader considered sufficient encouragement, and the avowal of all that he felt immediately followed. He spoke well, but there were feelings besides those of the heart to be detailed, and he was not more eloquent on the subject of tenderness than of ambition.

“You do not yet realize your importance, and only now have begun to discover your power. Join me and I will complete your training. With our combined strength, we can end this destructive conflict and bring order to the galaxy.” 

In spite of his deeply-rooted dislike, Luke could not be insensible to the compliment of such a Sith Lord’s offer, though his intentions did not vary for an instant. He attempted to compose himself to answer Vader with patience as per the training Yoda had attempted to, but the pain from the end of his arm and the longstanding list of offenses against his friends gave Luke great trouble in this manner, and he replied thusly,

“In such cases as this, it is, I believe, the established mode to express a sense of obligation for the sentiments avowed. It is natural that obligation should be felt, and if I could feel gratitude, I would now thank you. But I cannot – I have never desired your good opinion, and you have certainly bestowed it most unwillingly. I will never join you.”

Darth Vader, who was leaning against the railing of the gantry with the gaze of his mask fixed on Luke’s face, seemed to catch his words with no less resentment than surprise. His fist tightened with anger, and the disturbance of his mind was visible in every movement. He was struggling for the appearance of composure, and would not speak, till he believed himself to have attained it. The pause was to Luke’s feelings dreadful. At length, in a voice of forced calmness, he said,

“And this is all the reply which I am to have the honour of expecting! I might, perhaps, wish to be informed why, with so little endeavour at civility, I am thus rejected. But it is of small importance.”

“I might as well enquire,” replied Luke, “why, with so evident a design of offending and insulting me, you chose to hand me this offer after removing my own? Was not this some excuse for incivility, if I was uncivil? But I have other provocations. You know I have. Had not my own feelings decided against you, had they been indifferent, or had they even been favourable, do you think that any consideration would tempt me to accept the offer of the Sith Lord, who has been the means of hunting my friends across the galaxy?”

He paused, and saw with no slight indignation that Vader was listening with an air which proved him wholly unmoved by any feeling of remorse.

“Can you deny that you have done it?” Luke asked.

With assumed tranquillity he then replied, “I have no wish of denying it. I have done everything in my power to crush the Rebellion and rejoice in my successes.“

Luke disdained the appearance of noticing this civil reflection, but its meaning did not escape, nor was it likely to conciliate, him.

“But it is not merely this affair,” Luke continued, “on which my dislike is founded. Long before it had taken place, my opinion of you was decided. Your character was unfolded in the recital which I received many months ago from Obi-Wan Kenobi. On this subject, of my father, what can you have to say?”

“You took an eager interest in that Jedi’s explanations,” said Vader in a less tranquil tone, and with a heightened colour.

“Who that knows what his understanding of the Force has been, can help feeling an interest in his worldview?”

“The Force” repeated Darth Vader contemptuously; “yes, the Light Side of the Force is great indeed.

I am convinced in my knowledge that Obi-Wan never told you what happened to your father.”

“He told me enough,” cried Luke with energy. “You have long ago killed him!”

“No” said Vader, as he leaned across the railing towards Luke, “I am your father. Examine your feelings; you know it to be true.”

Luke felt himself growing more ashamed at this revelation, and despite his utmost efforts, a distraught denial left his mouth.

“You can destroy the Emperor,” continued Vader. “He has forseen this, and this is the estimation that I hold you in: it is your destiny. If you would but join me, together we can rule the galaxy as father and son. Come with me; it is the only way.”

Trapped as he was on the end of the gantry, it was clear what decision lay ahead for Luke, and again his intentions remained unaltered. With a calm descending upon him, Luke spoke with composure when he said,

“You are mistaken, Vader, if you suppose that your entrapment of me will mean the entrapment of my loyalty. From the very beginning, your actions, impressing me with the fullest belief of your arrogance, your murders, and your imprisonment and torture of a young woman, were such as to form so immoveable a dislike that I had not known you a day before I felt that you were the last man in the world whom I could ever be prevailed on to call father.”

To conclude his statement, and provide great shock to Vader, Luke stepped off the gantry.

@epix-elle​, this is the result of your “Darcy Vader” comment

THIS IS AMAZING!!!

noneedforsuspicion:

another cute exchange in a really good fic, 

Undoes by @doozer-doodles !!

This is right after they get out of the fade during Here lies the Abyss.

While the focus of the fic is Dorian’s time travel shenanigans and Bull, his relationships with other characters really shine, especially with the inquisitor (f!trev) and sera. 

I really just love this fic, and I definitely recommend it if you like Dorian/Iron Bull!!

Source: noneedforsuspicion