Aloy/Nil with 20 for the three words prompt

Hey @micaela-arg​, thanks for the prompt! You and another lovely Tumblr friend both asked for this prompt – I can see why with Nil! 😉

The prompt: tempestuous, rabbit, hurt. 

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Everything shifted imperceptibly from the moment he first saw her.

He didn’t know it at the time. What he saw was a girl, red of hair and sharp of eye, confident in her steps but alert and tense as a rabbit.

He couldn’t have known that the world as he knew it had been irrevocably skewed. A narrow-eyed glance, a subtle threat in the first words she ever spoke to him – danger for you, outlander – and without his knowledge, the foundation of his hard and blackened heart was cracked.

She was hardened too, a difficult nut to crack. It didn’t occur to him at the time that he wanted to peel back her shell and see what lay beneath. He thought that all he wanted was to bloody some bandits with this odd and intense girl at his side.

He didn’t realize that with every bandit heart her arrows pierced, she was piercing his own in turn.

By the time he figured out that she had set his world askew, it was too late. She was staring at him with her hair whipping madly in the breeze at the top of that mesa. Her eyes were no longer narrowed and hard, but soft and sad.

Then she was gone.

And he finally realized that she’d taken something with her, something he hadn’t known he needed, and it hurt to breathe without it.

The knowledge of it was stealthy but swift: hidden at the periphery of his mind one moment, then completely overwhelming once it slammed into his awareness. This odd redheaded girl had shoved him off-kilter, displacing the morbid obsession that lived within his breast and replacing it with something better: something more passionate, something flaming and tempestuous, something quick to snap and quicker to laugh.

It was her. She’d shoved her way into his heart, taking residence beneath the cage of his ribs and helping him to breathe.

Now, he walks by her side with a pair of bangles and a vow to bind them. He stands with his hands in her flaming hair and her hands cradling his heart. He cherishes the soft pliancy of her body in his arms, but he cherishes her sharpness just as much: the cutting sharpness of her tongue and the sharpness of her aim, and the sharpness of her cries when he strokes her to the heights of her ecstasy.

He fights with her and fucks her, teases her and tracks her steps, pinches her waist and pulls her close. Her constantly working mind and her impeccable aim, her lips around his cock and her arms around his neck – this is where he lives, it’s what he lives for, and he’d sooner burn alive than give her up.

She knocked him upside down, pulled the bloodied rug out from under his feet, and Nil will never look back.

feyriane:

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mistresslutea:

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this has been said before, but….

it’s so bloody obvious Blackwall isn’t a warden, and hearing him dodge questions about the wardens is comedy gold. My personal favorite is when you ask him about how to kill an archdemon, and he says that you stick it with a sword until it stops moving. When you ask why it has to be a grey warden because it seems like anyone can stick a sword to a dragon, he says, completely nonchalantly, that it has to be a special grey warden sword. 

I’m dying.

When replaying Blackwalls romance I got to this line of dialog and I just sat there in tears like “bitch, why are you so full of shit right now” and my soul left to another plane of existence, it was fucking great

God what a dork

Okay but how does LELIANA not see it? Or is she just like “the people think he is, and he is good at sticking things with swords, so I’m just gonna let sleeping dogs lie.”

Or does Blackwall like agresssively avoid her throughout the entirety of the game?

Okay now I’m imagining Leliana talking to him a little after his recruitment and asking about where he was during the Blight, and she’s like:

But then the Red Templars/Venatori attack and her mind ends up focused on other things because he’s a damn good warrior and loyal and hey maybe the Inquisitor kinda likes him a little bit maybe even more than a friend, so whatever.

But Blackwall knows Leliana is kinda suspicious so he just kinda bounces out whenever she’s in vicinity and the subject never comes up again. Then when he’s found out everyone looks at Leliana like:

And she’s like: 

or leliana is thinking that blackwall is dodging questions because wardens don’t speak much of the Joining / taking the taint into them / why it must be a grey warden to strike the final blow against the archdemon… they’re kinda keeping the secret cause otherwise no one would want to become a warden, right?

so she’d basically be like “oh, a special grey warden sword yes i understand” *wink wink* and blackwall doesn’t know why she’s winking at him and it makes him nervous that she’s found out…

3 word prompts – 14 for Blackwall/Arya Lavellan (Dragon Age). THX!! <3

pikapeppa:

Dear @thealexmachina,

Yesssss Baewall forever. Don’t mind if I do! 😉

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Arya kneels by the river and cups her hands, then splashes her face with a sigh of relief. She rinses her face once more, then turns to look up at him with a smile. “Thank you for guarding me, Ser Blackwall,” she says.

He shoots her a tiny chiding smirk; her tone is polite but her smile is cheeky. “You are most welcome, Your Worship,” he replies with mock formality, then continues to carefully scan their surroundings by the light of the moon.

She splashes quietly by the riverside for a minute more, then there’s a silence. Blackwall turns to look, then frowns in consternation and takes a step closer to the river’s edge.

“Stay close, my lady,” he warns. Arya has taken off her boots and socks, and she’s ankle deep in the burbling river.

She sighs happily. “I hate shoes,” she announces. “It’s so nice to be barefoot again. That was one of the good things about clan life. Killing red Templars and darkspawn is not very conducive to having one’s toes out.” She shoots him a rueful smile, then rolls up the ankles of her tight leather pants with some difficulty.

She steps more deeply into the river, and Blackwall anxiously edges closer to the water. “Arya, please. We should go back to Dennet’s farm. Solas and Cassandra will be wondering where we’ve gone.”

“No they won’t,” she retorts. “I told them we’d be gone awhile.” She raises one saucy eyebrow, and Blackwall instantly feels his face heating with embarrassment. He can just imagine the disapproval on their faces at the thought of him and the Inquisitor whisking away like a pair of delinquent youths…

He jolts with surprise as a splatter of cold water hits his cheek. “I know what you’re thinking,” she teases. “Stop worrying. Cassandra and Solas understand. They’re probably the most romantic people in our little circle.”

He snorts with disbelief – he can’t imagine where she gets such notions from – then is instantly distracted as the Inquisitor shucks her coat.

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hi! niloy, #20 for the 3-word prompt <3

Ayyy @jadefyre thanks for the prompt! I wrote some NON-smutty fluff *GASP* I KNOW IT’S UNBELIEVABLE WHERE’S THE REAL PIKA XD

Anyway, I hope you enjoy! 

The prompt: tempestuous, rabbit, hurt.

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“… Fire and spit, Resh just pisses me off,” Suntress rants. “A roof has dry rot in Mother’s Cradle? Must be Aloy’s fault. Some stupid hunter catches a cold after staying out overnight without a bedroll? Must be Aloy’s fault. A Ravager wanders into the Sacred Lands…”

She trails off with a sigh, and Nil turns the spitted rabbit as he waits for her to speak again. In a quieter voice she says, “The machines from the Sundom were bound to wander this way eventually, right?” She looks at him, and despite her anger, he can see the uncertainty in her face. “The patrols at Daytower and Dawn’s Sentinel can’t catch every machine or human that tries to cross over. I mean, they failed to catch you, and you’re the worst kind of intruder.”

“Exactly,” Nil drawls, and they share a sardonic smirk. Then she sighs and lies back, her eyes on the starry sky as she speaks again. “They’re so… suspicious sometimes. Even after… everything. Why do we even come back here?”

Nil poked the roasting rabbit with his knife as he replied. “Helping the War-Chief and her little pack of warriors. Information from the precious All-Mother Mountain. Getting clothes from the Stitcher-”

“It was a rhetorical question, Nil,” Suntress snaps, and he closes his mouth agreeably and turns the meat again. They sit in a silence for a while.

Eventually she sighs and sits up, then leans against his shoulder. “Sorry,” she mutters.

He shrugs affably, not at all bothered by her temper. The Nora are a stiff and backward people, a frustrating foil for his tempestuous Suntress, and Nil bears her no grudge when her distaste for them sometimes lashes his way.

He presses a kiss to the top of her head. “Resh has more than earned a visit from my knife,” he murmurs into her hair. “A slip of a blade across the throat, and your problems will be solved. It won’t even hurt. Unless you want it to.”

She leans away and shoots him a chiding look, but the corner of her lips are twitching with amusement. “That’s a terrible joke. You’re disgusting.”

He smirks at her, satisfied at having pulled a smile from her. He removes the rabbit from the fire. “True on both counts, Suntress. Now eat before it gets cold. Heat your blood for whatever comes next. Stupidity is a many-headed beast, but a full stomach will strengthen your resolve.” He chops the rabbit into pieces, then solicitously hands her the most tender piece before taking a steaming piece of meat for himself.

Nil chews and swallows, then glances quizzically at her. “You’re not eating?” he asks. Indeed, she’s sitting with the cooling meat in her hands, a funny little smile on her face as she studies him.

“You’re sweet,” she says suddenly. “Disgusting, but sweet.” She leans forward and presses a kiss to his lips.

Nil happily accepts the warmth of her kiss. He’s a killer at heart, a man with voracious violence coiled in the tips of his fingers. But Suntress calls him sweet, and for her and only her, that’s what he can be.

three word prompt 15 for solas/elia, fluffy if possible :) thank you <3

Perfect timing for this prompt – thank you @bronzeagelove! I just finished reading a soul-crushing Solavellan fic for the second time and am utterly destroyed, so some nice fluffy Solavellan is a soothing balm to my soul…😉

The prompt: grace, dark, holding.

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Elia leans her elbows on the balcony and sighs.

“Is something wrong?” Solas’s quiet voice floats out from her bedroom, followed by the man himself. His barefooted steps are silent as he comes to lean against the balcony at her side.

She smiles up at him. “Quite the contrary, actually. I was just listening to the music.” She nods her head vaguely in the direction of Skyhold’s grounds. “Someone is playing… something. It doesn’t quite sound like a lute…”

Solas cocks his head to listen to the delicate serenade, and Elia watches the thoughtful creasing of his brow. Then he shifts his weight and folds his arms. “Lyre, if I am not mistaken. It is a lovely duet.”

Elia gazes at his handsome profile with a rush of affection. He always seems to have an answer, even for her unasked questions, and he rarely requires more than a few seconds to pluck the information she requests from the depths of his mind. She wonders what it must be like to have such an excellent memory.

Eventually he meets her gaze, and his expression softens. “What are you thinking?”

She shakes her head. “Nothing much,” she says, not wanting to gush all over him like the hopelessly besotted woman that she is. She leans affectionately against him instead. “Just that this is nice. The quiet, the music… it’s so peaceful.”  She closes her eyes and smiles, savouring the fine sound of the lyre duet as it slides through the darkness of the night. “It sounds like… raindrops tinkling against metal, but fuller. Or maybe… like pearls falling against a mirror, but less strident.” She sighs, frustrated by her inability to properly put the sound into words. “That distinct resonant plucking… I just really like stringed instruments.”

She sighs again and opens her eyes only to find Solas staring at her with such warmth that her breath catches in her throat. Without breaking her gaze, he steps back from the balcony and extends a hand to her. “Come, vhenan,” he says softly. “Dance with me.”

She smiles and takes his hand without hesitation, and he carefully slides his arm around her, the heat of his palm settling firmly at the centre of her back.

Slowly and carefully, he guides her in the dance. His thighs graze her own as they move, and she can feel the warmth of his chest through his tunic; he’s holding her more closely than would have been considered decorous at Halamshiral, but Elia doesn’t mind at all.

Solas leads her smoothly around the balcony, his movements imbued with the grace of long practice, and Elia wonders at his smooth control. She’d noticed at Halamshiral how well he danced, but she’d been too exhausted to remark on it then. “Where did you learn to dance like this?” she asks.

Without pausing in their graceful dance, he brushes his lips against her cheekbone. “I could ask you the same thing,” he murmurs. “Your dance with the Duchess was a stunning spectacle to behold. Where did a Dalish mage learn to move so beautifully?”

A tiny shiver tickles her spine at the touch of his lips on her skin, and she gives a breathless laugh. “I have no idea,” she admits. “I never learned to dance. Not like this, in any case. We had our celebrations in clan, you know, and we danced then, but that was for fun.” She pauses for a moment as Solas carefully twirls her, then pulls her back against his chest, and she lifts her chin to meet his glowing grey eyes. “I think it was a fluke,” she suggests. “The pressure, the anxiety of the moment… Maybe it came together to make me a really good dancer for that one moment. Who knows?”

Solas murmurs a quiet acknowledgement against her temple. “You are fortunate, then. That dance with Florianne was more dangerous than you realized. Facing such an unknown risk can bring a person to their knees. To master that anxiety, to channel it into strength and skill, even for a moment… That is a rare fortune indeed.” He spins her delicately, then whispers against her ear. “Of course, it helps that you have a natural dancer’s grace, ma vhenan.”

Elia smiles dreamily. The lush satin of his voice, the cadence of his words… this is better than music. His voice loosens the tension in her muscles more thoroughly than the floating strains of the lyre. It heats her blood more warmly than the rushing rhythm of a drum.

And then Elia realizes that his voice is, in fact, carrying music.

Solas is humming.

She inhales slowly through her parted lips, afraid he’ll stop if she mentions it, but she can’t stop herself from pressing more closely against him, wanting to soak in everything about this moment. She tucks her head beneath his chin and closes her eyes, her attention fully focused on his musical voice.

His arm tightens around her, sliding close to encircle her waist. He twines the fingers of his other hand with hers, tucking their hands close against his chest. And all the while, he continues to hum against her ear in perfect tune.

Elia swallows hard. Her mysterious lover’s arms are holding her close, his voice gliding smoothly into her ear as their feet move with a slow and quiet grace in the dark. Their day-to-day travels are a mess of chaotic urgency and uncertainty, but in this exquisite moment of stillness, Elia can be certain of one thing.

Ar lath ma bell’ana, Solas, she thinks.

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(Elvhen translation: ar lath ma bell’ana = I love you forever.)

Hi there, I just finished playing HZD and obviously Niloy is my ship! I just wanna say that your Niloy fic is the best and thank you for writing the series, which is beautifully written. I wish there were more interactions between Aloy and Nil in the game, especially I was disappointed that he wasn’t in the DLC :(

Hey! Ahhh congrats on finishing the Best Game Ever™ and THANK YOU for reading my Niloy series!! ❤️ So glad you enjoyed/are enjoying it!

Yeah, so sad that Nil’s not in the DLC… I was 99% sure he wouldn’t be, but it was still sad to do that bandit camp without him. But that’s why I wrote What Else Matters so I could pretend he was there… 😅😅 I’m not obsessed no no not at all

Anyway, thanks for reaching out, and welcome to the Niloy Fam!! 

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