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Title: Nightmares and Dreams and Sweet Little Things Author: ElCapitan18 Game: Dragon Age Characters/Pairing: F!Trevelyan and Cullen Disclaimer: All recognizable content belongs to Bioware ~*~ How had this happened? Well, okay, she knew how it had happened. The science of it wasn’t what concerned Felicia Trevelyan, what concerned her was that the safeguards that she had put into place to prevent this very thing had finally failed her. Andraste’s tits, she thought as she rubbed the furrow from her brow. “—Inquisitor,” Josephine’s beautifully accented voice pulled her from her thoughts. The Antivan woman q

     Come! Let's song! Kurusu Syo's eyes popped open. "What the hell is that?!" He yelled. A loud song blasted from somewhere in his room, awakening him. He propped himself up with his elbows, and searched the place for the cause. A light penetrated the darkness, and he squinted to make out a cellphone.      Let's sing our dream! (Let's shout!)      Let's sing into the sky! (Let's go!)      Let's make it into an unbelievable story!      Let me sketch the map of my future (Yes x2) together with you. Is that...my phone? Syo thought. The ringtone filled the air, its catchiness making him almost hum along until he realized that it must m

"You're about to see the scariest thing on Earth," Syo warned. Today, you, Natsuki, and Syo were making cakes and desserts for children at an orphanage. This was at the request by the one and only, Saotome Shining. Syo said if you valued your life you wouldn't come, but you disregarded his warning. "It can't be that bad Kurusu-kun, besides I'll make sure when it's in the oven it won't burn," you reassured him. "That's if it makes it into the oven," he said watching Natsuki carefully. Your eyebrows rose quizzically. Natsuki skillfully cracked eggs and your worry began to alleviate. He appeared to know what to do and it seemed your cooking ex

You were happy for once in your life. Content. At peace with yourself. You were no longer the much feared assassin who killed without a reason as to why. You were a changed woman for the most part, though you could still snark and be as cold as before. Captain America- No, Steve Rogers- took pity on you and didn't kill you. He was the only one to believe in you at first, the only one who thought you could go from killing for the twenty-five years since you were born to helping people and saving lives from the people who were like the person you used to be. Though the change was possible, it certainly wasn't easy. The rehab you had to go th

READER I went up the pearl white steps to the second floor of Stark Tower, in a dress that someone had told me to wear. I looked around me, seeing the crowds of people mingling with Tony and each other. I smiled, trying to isolate myself from the throng, since I didn’t like parties that much.            I wedged myself in between a bookshelf—the old fashioned kind, though why Tony had that kind, I didn’t know—and the wall, trying to blend in. I closed my eyes, trying to savor the solitude.           Suddenly, a cool wind blew by, rustling the hem of the dress I was wearing. I inhaled the breeze, and next thing I k

"Go get your own damn coffee!" Steve sighed and put down his un-finished drawing of the statue of Liberty. (Name) stormed out of Tony's office with a scowl on her face. When she noticed Steve, her scowl softened somewhat, but when Clint walked by, it was a frown again. Steve watched her sadly as she stomped down the steps and into the gym. "Lemme guess, Tony is being an ass again?" Clint asked and jumped over the couch, flopping down into the cushion next to Steve. The door to Tony's office slammed closed. "Does that answer your question?" Steve replied. "You know what happened right?" Clint added. "No, I've been curious. They used to

Blowing your nose for the 73rd time that morning, you finally decided to take another pain killer. Although they weren't helping, you wanted some relief for your agonizing headache, and the dizzy feeling didn't help. Your phone buzzed in your pocket, signaling a text message. With a grin you pulled it out, the brightness of the screen making you wince. Opening the text from your husband, you smiled. He sent you one every hour during your work days. They were either quick little notes as in I love you or check ins. *Hey Honey, how is your day so far?* You dimmed the brightness of your phone before responding. *It's good. :)* You hated lyi

Title: America x Reader: I'll Wait for You Author: threepinkdoors AN: There's a lot of historical stuff in the background of this short fic. Please read the Author's comments below to see what took place when in the story. Danke~ *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* It was a pretty amazing day. I had just finished my work around the house and I decided to sneak off into the woods for an adventure. England didn't know I had gone, but that didn't matter. He wasn't there to tell me what I could and couldn't do. I knew England would freak out if he ever found out I wasn't at home. So I always made sure the

"I'm being sent out for a few months." You twitched, putting your fork into your ramen cup. "W-why? They've never deployed you before." Alfred sipped at his ramen before answering. "We've got a new lead. I wanted to see for myself if it was legit." A wave of relief came over you. He was just curious; he'd be back in your arms in a few weeks, at the earliest. You were just over a year away from your wedding. Alfred would be back by then. "When are you leaving?" you asked, wrapping your arms around his neck. "In a few days, at the latest." he answered, kissing your forehead. "Well then..." You took his ramen and placed it on the table. "I'

Rain was pattering against the windows of your small room. You had been staring at the water falling from the heavens for over an hour now, waiting for Steve to come visit you. It was getting late, but he promised he would come, so you were still waiting. The nurses had helped you get dressed in some of your finest clothes, even though you knew the super soldier didn’t care about that. Neither did you, for that matter.     Not for a long time.     You had known Steve since high school when your family had moved to the house beside his after your dad had lost his job. You had become friends right away and together with Bucky, you had