Heal My Wounds--Chapter 2Kaidan jumped out of the Normandy and onto the street below. The major had convinced Joker to let him out beside the hospital instead of going to a docking bay. He was hellbent on seeing John before he did anything else. He wasn't going to do anything else until he saw the Commander, regardless of what he was asked. Yes, he was an Alliance soldier to his core, but Shepard needed someone to be there for him. He had just saved the galaxy. The least that Kaidan could do was be there as he recovered. The others stayed on board and waited until Joker was granted permission to land. His eyes rested on the building that had the sign "Charing Cross Hospital" and he felt himself growing beyond anxious.Heal My Wounds--Chapter 2 in Romance More Like This
He walked into the hospital, the features on his face smooth and calm, the complete opposite of his inner feelings. He was thinking a million thoughts and they blurred together, his heart was racing and adrenaline was coursing through his veins. He walked to the receptionist's desk and she
After the Storm: Chapter 20The young Templar stood in the Cousland's home.After the Storm: Chapter 20 in General Fiction More Like This
He had expected it to be huge, as an ex-noble's mansion. It certainly had seemed bigger, when he had rushed in with the Order to arrest him. Now, with everyone gone and most everything cleared out, it seemed rather...humble.
There was a small porch leading up to the door, and a short hallway leading into the living room. From there the kitchen was just visible to his right, and stairs to his left that curved out of sight, probably up to the rogue's room. The trapdoor to the cellar was past the kitchen, which he had already explored, and there wasn't a separate dining room, just a large table and a few chairs pushed to the side in the corner by the stove.
The furnishings were nice, but not anything unattainable for a commoner. A blood-red rug lay underneath the couches and next to the fireplace. A few polished lamps carved from bone. An oak side-table, small, plain designs etched into the legs.
The only thing that was out of place and the
ReflectionsReflections in General Fiction More Like This
Pairing: Vlad Hawke (M!Hawke) / Fenris
Genre: Drama / Romance
Note: A fic written from vampy6667's contest.
Beware for the mention of blood and bad images! But nothing you guys can't handle, I'm sure of it. ^^
Pain... Everywhere. That was the first thing he felt when he woke up. It was like his whole body was on fire. Gritting his teeth, he tried to open his eyes to see where he was, but the place was mostly dark. There was still a dim light, coming from a fire at a few feet from him. At least, he thought it was probably a fire.
He couldn't see it... and he couldn't move either.
He was stuck. Half of his body was trapped under numerous stones boulders. He felt like his legs were being crushed... or maybe they were already broken.
The pain was strong. His whole body seriously hurt. He could feel hot liquid on his face. Probably blood. As he tried to move his head on the right, his forehead met a metal rod. It moved slightly and he hissed in pain as he felt like th
Danarius' Designs - Part 3Danarius' Designs - Part 3 in Romance More Like This
Danarius' Designs Part 3:
Rating: PG-13 for violence and sexual references.
Pairing: Fenris/mHawke (but it's not particularly overt here) and other references.
Spoilers: This text contains Act III spoilers for the quest "Alone" and Act II spoilers for "A Bitter Pill." Generally speaking, it involves all Fenris content along the Friendship romance path.
A faint odor of sweat and sewage trailed Hawke and Fenris along their route to Hightown and thus their respective estates. Hawke, under normal circumstances (if anything in his life constituted "normal circumstances") would have gladly groused about his sodden state, but the unwelcome flavor tingeing his lips plus the tension of unpleasantly damp undergarments were a meager price for Danarius' destruction. That wasn't to suggest that Hawke was happy to pay, but he maintained a rudimentary check on his admittedly exaggerated sense of entitlement.
Fenris kept his eyes on the far depths of the adjacent alleyways, scrutinizing
Hush Little MurlocHush, little murloc, don't rwlrwl a word,Hush Little Murloc in Humor More Like This
Aranya's gonna catch you a kaliri bird.
If that kailri bird won't sing,
Aranya's gonna craft you a diamond focus ring.
If that diamond focus ring won't shine,
Aranya's gonna win you a Brewfest Stein.
If that Brewfest Stein gets cracked,
Aranya's gonna buy you a foam sword rack.
If those foam swords explode in confetti,
Aranya's gonna buy you a mechanical yeti.
If that mechanical yeti breaks down,
Aranya's gonna sew you a black embersilk gown.
If that pretty gown wears out,
Aranya's gonna brew you some Shimmer Stout.
If your mug's no longer full,
Aranya's gonna take you on a zeppelin to Grom'gol.
If that zeppelin ride's no fun,
Aranya's gonna buy you a silver-plated shotgun.
If that shotgun starts to rust,
Aranya's gonna gather you some arcane dust.
If enchantments with that dust won't take,
Aranya's gonna bake you a delicious chocolate cake.
If that chocolate cake gets spoiled,
Aranya's gonna pick you a bunch of dreamfoil.
If those nice
Simplicity Part ISimplicity Part I in Fan Fiction More Like This
Night had fallen over the camp and the moon hung high in the sky. The fire was still crackling as it worked its way through the last of the fading embers. The only other sound was the occasional roaring belch or ripping flatulence from Oghren. The feisty dwarf had drunk himself into a coma and was curled up next to the fire, the location of his pants unknown.
The Warden carefully stepped over his snoozing companion to tend to the dying fire, chucking a few more logs on. The rest of the camp had long turned in for the night but he found he himself could not sleep. His mind was too worried, too stressed; what had happened today still didn't sit well with him.
The Warden closed his eyes, sighing haggardly.
The fire started to rumble back to life and he stepped back over
The TranquilFenris stumbled into the room, taking heavy breaths and stabling himself on the door frame. He had ran all the way from the estate to the Gallows, only taking a rest on the boat- if you could call it rest with his nerves so shot.The Tranquil in Drama More Like This
"Garrett!" he called out to the robed man that stacked books carefully on a shelf along the wall. The glass eyed man turned to face him, forehead marked with that dreaded symbol.
It was his mage. His mage. Not the Templar's. Not the Circle's. But they had stolen him. Garrett had talked of it- knew the damage he had caused and had spoken in silence to Fenris of wishing for this fate. The elf did his best to get him to see the truth and Garrett had agreed to let it slip from mind.
Yet here he was. A mindless puppet doomed to forget who and what he was.
Fenris found it hard to concentrate through his glazed vision. "Garrett " his voice shuddered out as he pushed himself to the mage's side. The look that once was held beneath those eyes, the love and the care
Bitter Mana: In Her Own WordsBitter Mana: In Her Own Words in Romance More Like This
You must wonder looking at my companions and me, what is it about me? I am a nobody compared to the rest of the group. A pirate queen, a Dalish elf, an escaped slave, a dwarven storyteller, an apostate possessed by a fade spirit those are only the ones who are with me, the ones you can see. The others don't come to the Hanged Man much. Aveline is busy being a guard, Carver is off hunting mages and Sebastian is praying a lot. But what is it that makes these amazing people follow me, seek out my presence? I honestly don't know why myself.
These individuals are vibrant and bright, making the world more exciting with only their presence. I pale in comparison
These words are not spoken bitterly my friend, I am quite content to fade into the background, to sit and watch my dear comrades enjoy themselves. I love Isabela's laughter, Merrill's innocence, Anders' jokes, Varric's stories I even adore the strength and protection that flows from Fenris as he sits in the co
Raise Your Glass HighControl? No. She couldn't. It was hard enough converting the heretic geth... even the Reapers, horrible as they were, didn't deserve to have all choice taken from them. And it had been what they wanted The Illusive Man to do-- who knew what would happen if she tried taking them? Things could very well become so much worse, what if she reached the same decision as the Catalyst one day, and simply began this all over again?Raise Your Glass High in Sci-Fi More Like This
Destruction was equally unthinkable. If there was one thing Shepard would not let herself be remembered for, it would be a mass genocide the likes of which the galaxy had never seen before. Killing the geth when they had just achieved peace, just achieved true sentience; killing EDI when she had shown just how human 'artificial intelligence' could be. There was also the confirmation that each Reaper was indeed the last remains of an ancient species. Even after all they had done, she couldn't destroy the little that remained of those people.
All that left was what t