Need

He needs it. This is something his brother, father, mother, elders will never understand. They can never understand, because he needs in a way they never have. He needs like they need air or water; needs like someone would need food or sleep to survive. His hands shake as he lowers himself into the seat…

Secrets in the Shadows

This was a request from one of my Patreon patrons! I really enjoyed writing this, and I hope they like it. 😀 “Sombra offline. Hasta luego, Hanzo Shimada.” Hanzo sighed and let his bow drop a fraction of an inch. Sombra going offline didn’t mean safety; it never had, and he was no fool to…

Zero to Sixty

There was no love lost between them, at the start, and no words either. One tense meeting, the personas they’d made for themselves clashing and driving them apart. Two bitter, broken men with too much on their minds to notice all the things on their minds were the same. Three months, four missions, five seconds…

Overfic

Once upon a time, on @Kate’s stream, chat donated for me to write short Overwatch ficlets that were read aloud by @Ross. These are the ficlets and links to clips of the readings. The quotes and clips for the original version of this document were compiled by BlueChloroplast and Anonynym. Many thanks to both of…

Everything I Need

Anders woke with a start, head spinning and eyes crusty. For a moment he felt panic rise in his chest – quiet voices below him, Templars coming, sky on fire, have to run – before he recognized the voices and remembered where he was. Where he was, exactly, was the hayloft of an abandoned barn…

Varric’s Secret Story

“Varric… what is this?” Anders held up a loosely-bound sheaf of papers that he’d found sitting on Varric’s desk. On the front was clearly written “The Apostate’s Prostate: Tail of the Champion.” Varric coughed and held out a hand. “It’s, uh. Nothing, Blondie. Just a little something I was toying with for my next book.”…

What A Wyvern Wants

I read this Penny Arcade comic and laughed so hard I cried. Then I had to write something, because sometimes I can’t stop the flow of unforgivable trash that my brain puts out. Read that comic first. It had been just before dawn when Geralt had first heard the cries – sharp, keening wails, entirely…

Cowardice

I am not brave. I have tried to be brave. I have said things I never thought to be true. I have put on my strongest, proudest face. I have been spat on and stabbed with words as well as swords, beaten by human and darkspawn alike, thrown to the ground for being too good…