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Blood and Thunder:Soft KittyIIBlood and Thunder:Soft KittyII in Romance More Like This
Another tainted book…more blood mages…more demons…
"Give me the vial Anders…"
"No, you'll get sick!" A flash of flame and two shades disintegrate…
"We are going to die; I know the moves to take them down! Now give…me…the vial!" It was a last resort only, saved for the direst of circumstances. Never to be used unless there was certain death. These were the rules and as much as the mage didn't want to admit it…if he'd had to write a situation that deemed the use of the vial appropriate…this was the one he'd write.
"No, we can win without it." He would be stubborn to the very end…
"GIV
Blood and Thunder: MaeveBlood and Thunder: Maeve in Romance More Like This
I knew signing up for Ostagar was a bad idea…I just knew it. Why'd I do it? Because my idiot brother wouldn't listen…the fool.
He wants to be a hero, a bloody knight in a story book, reaping all the glory and fame while he crushes my head under his boot. I'm the eldest you see…I get all the attention. Carver doesn't like this…he never has, and for the life of me I can't understand WHY!
It's awful…being the eldest, and let's not forget that when things go to hell it is almost always on my head. No matter what…Bethany scraped her knee 'Why didn't you protect her?!' Carver ruins his clothing because he didn't li
Blood and Thunder: DancingBlood and Thunder: Dancing in Romance More Like This
Maeve groaned in her seat.
"Now love, we aren't in Lowtown anymore and it is always nice to make a good first impression…you never know when you'll need to call on friends."
"But Mother, these aren't our friends, how many would come to our aid if we were suddenly penniless? How many of these stuffed shirts would even glance our way if we lived in Lowtown?" Maeve glared at the crowd of guests packed into her mansion's ballroom, "They are only being nice to us because we have money."
Maeve was pissed. She was stuck in her mansion, she was wearing makeup, she was stuffed into a tight corset that pushed her breasts almost up to her ear
Blood and Thunder: Chasing PavementsBlood and Thunder: Chasing Pavements in Romance More Like This
A/N: The writer suggests listening to Adele's 'Chasing Pavements' while reading, link in the description below.
Also, mature content warning...there is smut, but it is tasteful I promise.
The rain dripped down the side of the Hightown estates, forming rivers and streams amongst the cobblestone pathways. The storm arrived quickly, flooding the streets and causing all the Hightown nobles to run indoors.
Maeve Hawke didn't notice. She walked in a daze through the rain, her hair plastered to her neck and shoulders as she wandered the town in the elaborate gown Orana had dressed her in.
It was pale blue silk and soaked through, Maeve abandon
Blood and Thunder: HealingBlood and Thunder: Healing in Romance More Like This
Blood…so much blood…it was dripping off the sides of the bed, the sheets were beyond ruined, and Anders couldn't have cared less.
What he did care about was the tiny woman in the center of the bed, stretched out but still seeming smaller than ever. She wasn't supposed to look like this…she was supposed to be tall, strong, stubborn…
Now she lay in the bed, mewling kitten like noises in pain as the blood dripped onto the floor, and there was nothing more that could be done.
Anders couldn't take it anymore, falling to his knees beside the bed as he gripped her hand, "Maeve…" It was a half choked sob, "You can't lea
Blood and Thunder: Soft KittyBlood and Thunder: Soft Kitty in Romance More Like This
Anders was sick. Really sick…it was icky, it was gross…Maeve didn't want to touch him.
She did anyway, the poor mage's puppy eyes were worse than Fenris.
Maeve pushed the door to her room open with her foot, "Anders?"
There was a long, raspy groan from the mound of blankets on her bed in response.
"You want some soup?"
"…what kind of soup?"
Maeve rolled her eyes. Dear Maker if he makes me cook again I will kill him.
"Tomato"
"…okay."
She breathed a sigh of relief as she brought the bowl to the side of the bed.
"Anders…"
"mmmwhut?"
"You're going to have to sit up."
"Awww, you didn't tell me th
Of Hawkes and Cats"Anders…"Of Hawkes and Cats in Romance More Like This
"Yes?"
"It's staring at me…"
Anders lowered his book, glancing in the direction of their new roommate, "It's a cat Maeve, they do that."
"But it's creepy…" Maeve glared at the fluffy monster at the foot of the bed, growling in its general direction.
"Just ignore it love"
"I can't!"
Anders smirked, "I was talking to the cat."
"Sounds like a certain apostate wants to get a broken nose…"
The cat was one of the fluffiest creatures Maeve had ever seen. Its fur was reminiscent of a silver tabby, its eyes an interesting shade of blue/green. It was a beautiful cat…though Maeve didn't care.
The cr
Blood and Thunder: SantinaliaBlood and Thunder: Santinalia in Romance More Like This
Her fingers, rough from years of sword fighting, gently caress the long, lanky body beside her. Her touch travels from freckle to freckle, sliding over smooth flesh marred occasionaly by scars from darkspawn claws.
He shifts slightly, skin rippling with goosebumps as her nails skim down his spine. This causes her full lips to stretch into a smile, Maeve leaning forward to kiss his shoulder blade.
The pale blue sky visible from her bedroom window is clouding up, snow predicted to fall by evening. All the signs of a gloomy day surround her, but she ignores the feeling of melancholy warring with her newfound joy. Today she will abandon sorro
Blood and Thunder: Joining SoulsBlood and Thunder: Joining Souls in Romance More Like This
A/N: The writer suggests listening to the song linked in the description while reading.
The world stops, life freezing as the forest fills.
The band of mercenaries are a diverse group, hosting dwarves, elves, humans, and dogs. They move in secret, a tiny caravan traveling through the mountains.
Their faces are somber, guarded, as if they expect assassins to jump out of every shadow. The frowns and stony expressions soften as the day wears on, the group finally stopping at their destination.
The peak overlooks the beauty of Tevinter; the sun just beginning it's decent.
Individuals move, preparing for a ritual that has been performed s
Blood and Lust: EndBlood and Lust: End in Romance More Like This
AN: To those who have already read this story, look over it again...I have added onto it. The new material is in italics. For the readers of mine who love Elske as much as I do, I hope you enjoy the ending I've given for my little girl, I think she deserves it don't you?
Anger…boiling, raging, seething anger itches under his skin. How could she? How dare she?!
Elske Hawke stands, amidst the broken bodies of templar and mage, of those who dared defy her…the blood drips from her sleeves, from her slit wrists. Plink, plink, plink
She sees him slouched over his knees atop a crate, waiting…waiting for her. His anger is obvious,
All These Things... pt 33All These Things... pt 33 in Romance More Like This
Life around me becomes a world of extremes. As my life has personally become the happiest it has been in years, the life of mages in Kirkwall becomes even more dangerous. Meredith steps in after the death of the Viscount, seizing even more control over the city. Slowly my contacts in the mage underground show up on the end of a hangman noose, or run through in the middle by the so called righteous blade of a Templar.
How weak we have become, hiding behind a man for safety as our brothers and sisters fall. Is it not our purpose to work towards saving them, to bring forth their emancipation? But you, you keep us back with your selfish desires.
All These Things...pt 18All These Things...pt 18 in Romance More Like This
Pt 18
I don't know when I fell asleep, or how I ended up with my head resting on the edge of the cot Issac was occupying...was... When I awoke he was gone. The ragged blanket I had covered him in last night unceremoniously laying in a heap on the floor. It was all for nothing...he could not forgive me. I wouldn't forgive me. I climb into the empty cot. It smells of booze and stale sweat, but I didn't care. The sheets twist in my hands, I bury my face in them to muffle a choked sob. Why can't I do anything right?
It feels like hours as I lay there alone. I can't do this anymore. I need to get out of here, I have to ge
All These Things... pt 16All These Things... pt 16 in Romance More Like This
I tell her I'll be there as soon as possible...but here I am alone again, unable to move. I am frozen. He needs someone, even if all I can ever be is his friend.
He is a distraction from the cause, we will not let him get in the way of Justice!
He could help, I can't do this alone, I am but one man.
That is not the true motivation, you have ulterior motives.
What does it matter, If I can get him to help find the evidence we need of Ser Alriks' Tranquil Solution my motives are of no concern.
Will he even want to see me? What right do I have to help him? I am not doing this for the right reasons...but I can't help myself. What if there is
All These Things... pt 6All These Things... pt 6 in Romance More Like This
pt. 6
A slow day, I set to making an inventory of my healing supplies, as Bethany hovered behind me. As much as I appreciated the pair of extra magic hand at the clinic, she occasionally was a bit more trouble than that was worth. The girl had a tendency to zone out whenever I gave instruction, a dreamy expression crossing her face, I cannot even fathom what she is thinking about half the time. For some reason she always seems fidgety, stuttering when speaking to me, prone to bouts of nervous laughter, and dropping things. True while these are annoying she does make up for it in ability to take care of most of the patients with minor injuri
All These Things... pt 3-4All These Things... pt 3-4 in Romance More Like This
Pt.3
I was just coming to the realization of everything. Karl was dead, dead at my hand, by my mercy. My new companions demanded explanations, especially Issac. It seemed my...condition... had frightened his sister. My head was swimming. Those Templar bastards had made Karl tranquil, emotionless, nothing but a shell of the man I had once cared so much for...almost... no that was a long time ago. We had both come to terms with it in the years that followed, even had a genuine friendship before I left the tower that last time. As painful as it was, he had taught me a valuable lesson, a mage cannot fall in love. I had man
All These Things... pt 5All These Things... pt 5 in Romance More Like This
pt. 5
"Come on those Qunari are a vicious lot, It would be nice to have my number one healer with me." Once again Issac is pestering me to go one one of his errands, not that I mind. I sometimes just feign annoyance to see how bad he wants me to go with him. It feels nice to be appreciated, it feels nice to be appreciated by him.
"Issac you can see how busy I am at the clinic. Look why don't you just take Bethany?"
"Aww but her healing isn't as good as yours." He wined.
"Well maybe if you just wore some armor, you wouldn't need an expert healer" I quipped, smirking slightly.
"If I did that how would I ever maintain this glorious tan
All These Things... pt 23All These Things... pt 23 in Romance More Like This
"Sleep well?" He asks avoiding eye contact.
"Yes, you?" I answer. I had a feeling that the morning would be awkward.
"Yeah...let's breakdown camp." He moves to start untying the canvas from the wooden frames.
Hardly a word is shared between us on the way back. I am not sure if it is for the best. Constantly the urge rises. Just push him down...take him on the sand, run hands along every muscled inch, dig fingers into blonde locks, cover those lips with my own. My mind wars. I have not wanted anything so much...with such intensity it hurts. Would giving in be so bad? I feel almost normal around him...like containing Justice, no...Vengeanc
All These Things...pt 22All These Things...pt 22 in Romance More Like This
"You know mages aren't really built for hiking." Its unbelievable hot on the Wounded Coast today. Feathered pauldrons and a heavy coat...maybe not the best wardrobe choice.
"Oh come on didn't you walk across half of Ferelden to get away from Templars." He laughs slowing down a bit so I can catch up.
"It wasn't really by choice. I had to move or they'd find me. That simple. Of course they ended up finding me most of the time anyway." Every bloody time. "Anyway are you sure its safe out here? Don't we usually run into...oh I don't know bandits, giant spiders, and Quinari among other things." A valid concern...He continues walking confident
All These Things...pt 20All These Things...pt 20 in Romance More Like This
No I didn't scare him away...he didn't listen. He stands nervously waiting for me to finish with a patient. "Now run along, and remember to be more careful." I tussle the boys hair. Poor lad had shattered his arm trying to climb into someones window. Probably to steal some food. "Here." I hand him a loaf of bread. It was supposed to be for my lunch today, but he needs it more than me.
"Thanks!" He grins ear to ear, and has such a lively spring to his step as he leaves.
"That was nice of you." Issac comments. " Hey, I need your help on something Anders. You remember that boy we helped?"
"No, enlighten me. I think one way or another we h
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