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My Cruel Valentine: Interlude: Rule and Order

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Things got weirdly heavy here for a minute. Not sure things are 100% the way I intended them to be. But hey, Akuliina’s Amzab (and the $11M bar that I don’t own (yet) (EDIT: someone’s currently selling it for $40M. I could be here a while.).

 

Interlude: Rule and Order

“Let’s stop by my apartment to rest,” she suggested when they arrived on Dromund Kaas, returning from their last mission.

He glanced at her. “All of us, my lady?”

She frowned at him. “Of course, Captain. Vette already has a room there. And surely you don’t have any particular attachment to sleeping here, or some uncomfortable hotel.” Continue reading →

My Cruel Valentine: Chapter 2: Time for a Bloodbath

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Have decided to listen to Two Steps From Hell while writing battle scenes.

 

Chapter 2: Time for a Bloodbath

Nar Shaddaa had to be one of his least favourite places in the galaxy. On one hand, at least it was an actual city and not a mud pit. On the other hand, it was a really terrible city filled with some of the worst individuals the galaxy had to offer. And it stank, no matter where he went in it. And even though he tried to clean the residue off his boots whenever they returned to the ship, they still felt sticky and oily afterwards. Thank goodness for his service gloves. Continue reading →

My Cruel Valentine: Interlude: Noble Daughter of Kuat

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Chapter 1: Rising Star

 

Interlude: The Fury

It didn’t take him long to settle into the ship. It was a quiet place, which suited him fine. Vette, the Twi’lek, spent most of her time in the engine room doing who knew what. She seemed to consider him rather boring, which was acceptable, as he considered her voice rather annoying. He himself spent most of his time in the cockpit, making the controls of this beautiful ship second-nature, and Akuliina prowled as she pleased, though she spent a lot of time training herself in the cargo hold. It was going to take them four days to reach Nar Shaddaa. It was going to be a bit slow until then. A short breather before his life got really interesting. Continue reading →

My Cruel Valentine: Chapter 1: Rising Star

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Okay here comes this monstrosity. Clean version will be uploaded here; smutty version uploaded to ff.net when I upload it there.

 

My Cruel Valentine
or
Between a Sith and a Hard Place
or
The Seduction of Malavai Quinn

He watched her through the window as she sat on the balcony of their temporary quarters on Quesh. She seemed to glow in the light of the ruddy setting sun, eyes filled with an indomitable light, a beatific smile on her face as she gazed into the distance, mind undoubtedly filled with plans for vengeance and domination. Not even a broken ankle dimmed her fire.

His stomach twisted within him. He knew where his loyalty ultimately lay. She was right, more right than she would ever know. But he couldn’t leave her. He was trapped, and torn, and one day soon, he would pay for it, one way or another. Continue reading →

The Woman With a Dragon’s Heart: Chapter 8

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Oh man, I’ve been looking forward to attacking Amaranthine for so long you don’t even know. Soundtracks include Doa and E.M.A., but not Counterattack Mankind because that’s for the next chapter. I went and watched more bits of walkthrough for dialogue and found that the logistics of this section of the game don’t make a whole lot of sense (I saved the Keep on my (so-far-only) playthrough so I hadn’t even seen what happens when you save the city, but I decided it made more sense for her to do this for this story). And a lot of things are made dramatic that I wonder would have been quite so dire to actual medieval people (LIKE SIEGES. Worrisome certainly but safer than open ground combat). >.>

I didn’t finish the entire story by midnight, but I will certainly be done tomorrow. It’s been a productive NaNoWriMo, even if I’d like to collapse for two or three days now. Final approximate wordcount of absolute fiction: 76,055

Chapter 7, Chapter 9

 

Chapter 8

 

She stood in the gateway, waiting impatiently for the tiny figures down the road to come closer. It seemed to take a very long time, and meanwhile, the chill late winter wind was nibbling at her fingers, her nose, her ears, even through the woolen gloves and hat she was wearing. Not fashionable for an acting-arlessa to be wearing a peasant’s hat and gloves, but she actually didn’t care, though she would have cared even less if they’d actually worked completely against the cold. She did not pace, though she was tempted to, instead maintaining a poise of motionless dignity. Continue reading →

The Woman With a Dragon’s Heart: Chapter 7

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Taking advantage of my last exhausted writing momentum to plow through the rest of this story this month. Then I will be done all the Dragon Age fanfic and I won’t have to write any more! I hope! This chapter is not the greatest in particular but I just need to move on. I watched a walkthrough for some of the Kal’Hirol dialogue, but I cut down on The Lost’s monologue.

Chapter 6, Chapter 8

 

Chapter 7

 

As the year drew on towards midwinter, construction on the castle slowed. The walls were nearly finished, but there were still some towers that were definitely not. We were vulnerable while they remained so, but fortunately the darkspawn seemed less inclined to move about in the bitter cold, and then only attacking outlying farms and skirmishing with the army. Continue reading →

Perfect Time: Part 3

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This is the chapter with all of the feels, and you know how I can tell? I made myself cry multiple times writing this chapter. I just have a thing for heartwrenching innocent kids, I think. It was like when I wrote the Canas/Nancy/Hugh thing back in Anima’s Seal, but worse because LizZev is much closer to my heart than Canas. D: (sorry, Canas, you’re still cool) And yes, it’s extremely self indulgent, but hey, I hardly ever kill off my characters, even though I should probably. Unfortunately, my own feels only work on me once. If I read it in a year I’ll probably cry again. Also also I seem to have inadvertently set up a parallel to Dishonoured 2 here in a way.

Also for those of you wondering when I’ll ever finish WWADH a.k.a. the Awakening fic, since it takes place before this one… Soon? I’ve been trying, I’m still stuck on writing Kal’Hirol. I’d like to do that one next and finish it with November, and then I can start on Akuliina with December and finish all that by the New Year? Maybe? Tbh guys I’m flagging; this week has also been extremely busy (emergency last-minute Messiah performances tonight and Saturday! Whoo! also I took my car in to get the brakes repaired/replaced and found out there are more things wrong with it. Typical.) and I would like a break; I’m quite tired, not just of creating, but in general. Maybe clear some of those games out of my to-do list (and try not to write fanfics about any of them).

Part 2

 

Part 3

He woke to the change in Liz’s breathing beside him. The room was still pitch black, in the depths of the lengthening fall night. It was raining gently outside. Though he listened, he couldn’t hear if Armida had stirred in her room beside, so it wasn’t that which had awakened her. Continue reading →

Perfect Time: Part 2

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Vaguely annoyed because yesterday afternoon, before work, I had some pretty great scenes for this, and when I got back from work, I was too tired to remember them in detail and I still don’t know if the ones I eventually hashed out are as good as they were when I first imagined them. Typical. (But Morristair alert heheh)

Steam sales are evil, you guys.

EDIT: remembered that Elra exists, plopped her in a bit.

Part 1

 

Part 2

Life as the Consort of the Grandmaster of the Crows was not terrible, as it turned out, and two years later she was still alive and living in Antiva with her beloved. She’d taken to wearing local fashions, feminine but as practical as she could find, but she refused to style her hair in the Antivan way, or to wear loads of glitzy jewellry, and Zevran laughed and said that was all right. Continue reading →

Perfect Time: Part 1

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Title of this fic comes from this song, which has the name Elizabeth in it. And it has lots of passion in it, and the words interpret pretty well.

Warning: sex, again, because Liz and Zev can’t keep their hands off each other : P

Different warning: I haven’t played DAI, and I still haven’t finished DA2, so this may have very little relation to the Dragon Age official canon as it now stands. However, I don’t really care too much, as I may never get around to playing DAI. I’ll definitely finish DA2 someday, but DAI is yet another big long singleplayer game and I already have a lot of those.

 

Part 1

Antiva City was the strangest, most exotic city she’d ever been to. Considering she’d been outside of Ferelden exactly never, this was hardly surprising. She’d been expecting things to be different from home, but… not this different. The climate was hot, humid, and her clothes clung to her skin under her ironbark armour. The sun was brighter, the sky bluer, the sea in the harbour milder. The crowds were more brightly dressed, dazzling and shimmering before her eyes; the buildings whiter and taller and festooned with greenery, wide arches letting the wind blow through the hot city. Continue reading →

Space Garden: Part 4: Solace

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I’m almost done all the Voltron fanstuff! Just one more picture to do, and I’ll be completely done… until Season 2 comes out in February or whatever. Dangit.

I’m also at like 49,000 words, which is kind of unfair, but that means Akuliina actually has a brief purpose besides throwing drama in my head.

EDIT: added a bit now that I’ve seen S6. Some slightly steamy fluff with ~*foreshadowingggg*~ ooOOOoooo

EDIT: threw in some foreshadowing for S7 too!

Part 3: Flowers For Her

 

Part 4: Solace

He woke gradually, prodded awake by small fingers, hair brushing his eyelids. “Mmph. What?”

“I think you were having a bad dream again,” Elslince said from beside him, as he rolled over to face her. “You were breathing fast and trying to speak and pulling on my hair.”

He raised his hand into the air where he could see it and several thick broken strands were wound around his fingers. “Sorry.” Continue reading →