Cottage. Quiet | Chapter 02 [ Ao3 Link ] [ ch. 01 ] [ ch. 02 ] [ch. 03] Word Count: 4500 Rating: 16+ Summary: Ma, Harding, and Taash deal with an unwelcome guest.
This one took a little while longer to get out than usual. My writer's block seems to be flaring up and I'm a little emotionally shaken, but it's out! I think I'll take the next chapter to finish off some light fluff and filler, and then fall back strong with where I'm hoping my story to go.
As always, thanks for reading! I really appreciate every single one of you.
Taash’s introduction is so much funnier when you remember that they have NO idea who Rook is
Rook literally rocks up in the middle of their work and is all, “Hey, nice to meet you, can’t wait to work together :)” and Taash is just ?????
They have no idea where this clown came from mid job or why Rook thinks they’re working together. Who is this rando? Did the lord’s hire them? Taash has done this job some many times before, why would they need help now?
Rook then proceeds to immediately step on Taash’s hot Qun button and it’s amazing they don’t just get punched.
Then it turns out that Rook is their new boss! That their mother hadn’t bothered to tell them about!?
Absolutely wild from their perspective
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My first Rook just wanted to be the meat in a RowanTaash sandwich. 😜
reminder: liking a trans woman doesn’t make a man gay. kissing a trans woman doesn’t make a man gay. falling in love with a trans woman doesn’t make a man gay. having sex with a trans woman doesn’t make a man gay. even having sex with many trans women, or only trans women, doesn’t make a man gay. there is no conceivable sex act a man could engage in with a trans woman, no matter what her genital status, that would make him gay, or even bi.
only preferring men makes a man gay or bi
and trans women are women
it’s really just that simple
rinse & repeat
𝘢𝘶 : 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦'𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘳𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘺.
Also, shout out to Taash DragonAge, for deciding to make out with their new partner in the middle of a fucking dragon den in the middle of Blight City, Thedas, right after the Siege of Weisshaupt when it is crawling with Blight. You are truly the Dragon Ageiest character there is.
not to be dramatic or anything but this makes me wanna commit crimes
DAV is about trauma, bonds, and the importance of found family. It's not about Rook having a harem.
If you're unable to see adults work through their issues like people with emotional maturity beyond what a teenager would have (don't you even start if you're gonna throw shade at Taash) and have that make sense to you-- get therapy.
That's not an insult. Like, therapy helps you navigate your own emotions. How to support other people's emotions. How to see value in your beliefs even if they don't quite make sense to you. Even if you've been hurt. It's about everyone bringing uniqueness and value to a team through only what THEY can offer.
It's okay to have phobias. It's okay to be angry. It's okay to see a different future than what you thought was set out for you. It's okay to claim a new identity for yourself. To fight for family and subsequently let them go even when you don't want to. To accept familial trauma and move to change it. To let yourself be vulnerable and accept love, even if you're scared of losing it.
Get the fuck over book club and realize that is a throwaway joke to make you laugh at how goofy the companions can be. Jesus.
I am a Taash enthusiast and encourager.