#14DALovers 2022

[14daysdalovers]

Welcome to the Third Annual ‘14 Days of Dragon Age Lovers’ Prompts Event!

I am so excited to be back to host this event for the third year in a row. I have a fun new list of prompts to get into the spirit of Valentine’s Day with some of our favorite Thedosian characters, and I cannot wait to see what this years list sparks for all of you!

As always, please make sure that you read through the events rules page (which is outlined below the cut) before you decide if this event is for you.

Let’s start with the basics!

How does the event work?

It’s pretty simple!

Step 1: Post your content

Step 2: Make sure to tag the event page (@14daysdalovers)

Step 3: Add the tag #14DALovers (don’t forget to add the prompt and pair tags, as well as any other important tags)

It’s that easy! I will reblog all contributions to the event page for everyone to enjoy in one easy to find location.

I am hosting this event solo, so please be patient with me for reblogs. If I have missed your post and it hasn’t been posted on the blog page by the following day, don’t hesitate to DM me here with a link to your post. I will do my very best to make sure any content contributed is added in a timely manner so it can be viewed + enjoyed by the other participants!

Who can participate?

Anyone over 18 years old can participate! This event will allow adult themes and NSFW content, so unfortunately minors are asked to kindly please not to participate. Please make sure your posts are tagged as NSFW (lemons, etc) if they fall into that category, and tag anything potentially triggering.

*I am aware of the new blocked tags list. We will have to figure it out as we go to see which ones will work for tagging the event accordingly*

How long does the event run?

The event will run for the month of February. Even though the prompts list only has 14 prompts, I want it to be a fun and relaxed event, so I am not putting deadlines on content submissions. Don’t have a piece of fan art/fanfiction finished on the 1st for the first prompt? No big deal! Just submit your content when you finish it and I will reblog it regardless of the date. The last day to submit your pieces for the event will be the 28th so make sure you post them before the end of the day to have them added to the event page.

Which fandoms & pairings will the event cover?

The event will be open to pairings from any of the Dragon Age games, novels, etc. Any pairing from the fandom as a whole, including rare pairs, are allowed and encouraged as long they are respectful to the character. Please make sure you tag your posts with your ship pairing!

What kind of content is allowed?

The event is open for original works of fanfiction, fan art, 2D and 3D rendered pieces. No mood boards or playlists please for copyright purposes. NSFW content is allowed as long as it is between two consenting characters. This is supposed to be an uplifting feel good event, but I understand the need for conflict, angst and drama in certain pieces to build a mood. However it should go without saying that any ‘dark’ content will be frowned upon and will not be added to the event page. 

Here is a list of content that will absolutely NOT be permitted for the event;

Content that changes a characters canon pronouns (if applicable)

Content that changes a queer character to a straight character.

Graphic violence/torture or angst for the sake of torturing a character.

Any content that is racist, sexist, homophobic, transphobic, misogynistic, ageist, etc.

Incest

Underage

Non-con/rape

Kink-shaming

Basically if it’s not respectful don’t submit it!

The purpose of the event is to most importantly have fun and uplift your fellow content creators! Comments and reblogs are encouraged, but please keep them respectful. Anyone leaving negative comments or tags on content posts will have their content removed from the event page and be blocked from participating in the event further.

That about sums it up! My ask box and inbox are open for any questions or concerns you might have so don’t hesitate to reach out if you have any.

I can’t wait to see all the wonderful romantic Dragon Age content!

~ SchaRoux

[catdotnip]

just a little doodle today since I'm leaving for the weekend!! I think that Fenris would be insecure at first about being able to make Hawke happy compared to other companions haha

This is for today's @14daysdalovers theme: Envy!!

[kemvee]

Flirty Banter(?)

The first of what i hope to be a 14 part mini story using the @14daysdalovers prompts. Modern AU office romance. Rating E - eventually. Pairing Cullen/Amie.

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Inquisition holdings were a growing organisation of which, as head of their security services, Cullen was exceedingly proud to be part of. They had committed to, and soon developed, a reputation of being the ethical Billionaires choice in private services.

“As a result the Ultra-rich of the world are flocking to our Clientele list-” their president Justinia explained. 

That growth in popularity had been precisely why Amie, who he was sat next to, had been brought into the organisation. She’d arrived in a swirl of ever changing coloured hair, high heels and power suits. And as the very epitome of professionalism Cullen found a lot to respect in her work ethic and ideas. 

She was also exceedingly attractive and smelled divine but Cullen studiously avoided dwelling on that.

“- Anyone who has a shred of a care about their respectability can rely on the Inquisition.”  

After the polite applause the next speaker stood to talk in more detail about their growth strategies for the coming quarter. Cullen shifted and rubbed the back of his neck, the files he still had from the council meeting prior rustled in his lap. 

The action was not out of embarrassment, as most assumed, but he had a rather stubborn muscle knot that was irritating him and there was nothing like a two hour long ‘all hands’ meeting to amplify his aches. 

“I could take a look at that for you?” Amie offered quietly, her shoulder barely brushing against his own as she leaned over to whisper. Cullen flushed, although whether it was at the physical contact or the suggestion of even more physical contact he couldn’t be certain.

“My neck? It has been troubling me.” Cullen answered in as neutral a tone as possible given his spark of anticipation. He really should get this seen by a professional and Amie’s resume had definitely included extensive massage training. He tried to avoid flushing further at the recollection of her former role. 

Amie looked confused, then bemused. 

“No,” she gave a small pause “the Orlesian delegation report you keep crumpling.” She pointed to the files on his lap.

“Oh…” Cullen tried not to sound disappointed. 

“Yes, that would be helpful, thank you.”

Cullen fixed his hands firmly over his arm rests determined not to fidget. His neck throbbed in protest.

He saw Amie glance at him sideways just before she leaned in again.

“Do you want me to look at your back?”

“No!” He responded, too quickly and a little too loudly. He blanched.

“Oh,”’ she echoed and an uneasy silence resumed.

Elsewhere in the hall someone coughed.

It took all of Cullen’s will to not hide his face in his hands. 

[felassanis]

14 Days Of Dragon Age Lovers: Kissing In The Rain

oof finally made this. @14daysdalovers

Check it out on AO3! Varric Tethras x Female Trevelyan

The Herald’s Rest sores for patrons ever since it opened its doors upon the Inquisition making Skyhold its base. The devastation of Haven was still raw in the minds of the survivors and most wished to be with their families or lick their wounds rather than drink. Varric, however, was different.

With rain trickling outside amidst the gloom of the drawing night, Varric sits alone at the bar nursing a half-full tankard. Scribbling away in his book beside a lit candle. Usually, there was nowhere else he’d rather be in Thedas. This was as natural a habitat for him as an Orlesian in a fancy hat store. Now, sitting bathed in the warmth of the fireplace. Varric felt…displaced. Wrong, somehow. Like he shouldn’ be here. Like he hadn’t earned a place to be here…

He licks his fingers in between turning pages, eyes hungrily engulfing each word scratched hastily into the paper. Slowly but surely, his brow furrows as he reaches the end of the page.

“Ack, you sound like a moron, Tethras,”

Ripping the page out, he scrunches it into a ball and tosses it to the floor. The barkeep might’ve minded, if there was anyone to complain. So he simply turned his dry gaze back to the cup he was cleaning, giving Varric enough room for his mind to come up with less drivel.

Honestly, ‘How strange, to dream about you even while awake?’ Was he seriously trying to make his readers bleed from their eyes?

Swords and Shields was the complete and utter bane of his existence. He’d never had a knack for writing romance, and why was that? If he himself had little skill in the department when it came to the real world. He’d rather tuck himself away and write about a hero against impossible odds. Yet that trope felt more real and prevalent than ever with recent events.

And when he did try to make himself write about that, he was met with the memory of the faint smell burning.

No, what he needed to get the cogs in his head turning was to wrack his brain over something he detested writing and feeling. Romance.

Varric suddenly feels a strange tingling on his skin, the many hairs on his skin stand on end. A sneaking feeling of being watched…

“Mother would scold her if she saw her hands. Biting, gnawing, picking and picking. Cracked porcelain. Why can’t her fingers be more like Amara’s?”

Varric nearly topples out of his chair, stifling a yell that would have woken half of Skyhold. He snaps in the direction of the voice, crinkling his nose to find only Cole. Who had appeared out of thin air on the stool next to him. A party trick Varric’s heart was never going to get used to.

“Maker balls, kid. You can’t go sneaking up on me! I’m not that young anymore,” He huffs another pant of air, taking a swig of his ale to calm his nerves.

Cole’s head tilts like a curious pup’s. Utterly unphased by Varric’s reaction. “Varric, how do you know the Maker has balls?”

“Uh,”

Cole blinks, then he closes his eyes and shakes his head quickly as if remembering something. “No, nevermind. Not now, another time,”

Another time, great. Can’t believe I’m the one who has to do that conversation with him. Varric thinks to himself as Cole stands from the stool. The kid was an odd sort, but he’d be lying if he didn’t feel a soft spot for him. He was gentle and intuitive, more so than anybody he had ever met. Whether he was a spirit, human, something in between or something else entirely. Such open compassion was in short supply, especially from a source so genuine as Cole. The world would be poorer without him in it.

“She wants to stop. Bite the urge, not the skin. That’s why I’m here, you’ll help won’t you, Varric?”

He looks into Cole’s pleading gaze. “Help who, kid?”

“Genevieve. She’s hurting, twisting and tightening. I can’t undo the knot in her chest, I’m not a key like you are…or, or a knife that cuts the tension like butter. You’re a breath of fresh air, a bar of light through the chantry window, warm on my cheek. She needs you, not me,” He lets out a breathy chuckle, as though it were quite obvious and Varric was silly for not understanding right away.

He damns his stupid Dwarf heart for skipping a beat. “Gen? Is she alright, where is she?”

“In the rain, far away. But not far away from you, never from you. But edges towards like a droplet on a window that can’t win the race,”

“She’s nearby then?” Varric confirms, standing up from the stool immediately. It goes skidding across the floorboards as he tucks his book into his coat. Again with the riddles and rhymes. But Varric figures there’s only a few places where one might go to be alone. Yet close enough that she might’ve wandered there after attempting to find him.

But what had stopped her from winning the race? Why had she strayed from him instead of seeking him out like she planned? Something unnerving settles in Varric’s gut.

“Tell her…” Cole speaks after him. Varric stops short of the door, looking back at the boy with shaggy hair who fiddles with his fingers.

“Tell her of your waking dreams; the ones where she smiles and holds your face,”

Varric blinks, his throat suddenly feeling drier than the Western Approach. He wanted to argue, Maker, did he want to argue before Cole could let this slip to someone he rather was not aware of his affections for their inquisitor. But Cole is already gone before he can start vehemently denying it.

He leaves The Herald’s Rest and makes his way up the stone staircase round the back that leads to the top of Skyhold’s defensible walls. The night was heavy with rain, the stairs slick with wet and Varric hiked up his jacket over his head to protect himself as best he could as he scoured corners and dark spots for Gen’s red hair.

Over and over again he plays Cole’s words like a song stuck in his head. “You’re a breath of fresh air. A bar of light through the Chantry window, warm on my cheeks,”

There was a comfort that she was as cheesy as him when it came to trying to put feelings onto paper. That was the hardest part as a writer, feelings. Such fickle yet overwhelming things were feelings. They weren’t objects you could look at and describe in perfect detail. You had to put a concept as complex, hypocritical, and intense as emotions into raw words understood and equally felt through the pages by the reader.

And, at least on his part, love was the hardest of all. It was an oxymoron; love. A pain demanding to be felt. A toxicity that left you begging for more. And not something you can handle in moderation. And that, perhaps, was Varric’s biggest gripe with it. It either came so fast it blindsided you, or so gradual by the time you realize you have it it’s too late. As a writer, he could appreciate the idea of it. As Varric Tethras, he scorned it.

And yet, as much as he denied it. It was true, he had come to…care for Genevieve Trevelyan. She awakened a part of him he thought closed off since Bianca. He hoped that if he bottled it this time he could pretend it was a mild attraction. With her cherry wine hair and deep brown eyes, who wouldn’t be? Varric was always one to admire a woman’s beauty. He wasn’t blind after all.

But deep down he was already in too deep with this woman. This…Herald.

Herald. A Trevelyan too. Yet she was someone he felt he could be utterly vulnerable with. He felt like a child throwing a tantrum, half-expecting his mother to come speeding round the corner to grab him by the earlobe. But Gen never seemed like she was waiting to get a word in, she listened to understand, never to respond. She was like an alcove he could retreat to in order to escape the world.

He was on oxymoron. Ever hopeful, yet ever stubborn to think she could feel the same.

As his thoughts ramble on, Varric comes up a secluded corner of the battlements. Where no Inquisition guard or spy can be found. Save for a head of fire, sitting on the stone wall looking out to snowy mountains beyond. Her fingers were pressed against her teeth, nibbling away like corn.

So lost is she in thought, that she does not hear him approach.

He takes a selfish moment to stare. Gen’s pale skin is slick with rain. Droplets running down her round cheeks and delving down her neck. The bloody strands of her hair collect and stick to her skin, ushering it into a darker shade of red than Varric thought possible. Then, Varric starts to feel like a creep, and he snaps out of it.

She must have been sitting out here for a while to be as drenched as this, yet Varric pries his coat away from his head and moves towards her.

It’s only when the material meets her shivering shoulders does she finally notice him.

“Varric?” She startles, looking at her shoulders and immediately tensing when she finds the jacket. “Oh no, absolutely not. I did this to myself you shouldn’t be cold just because I-”

He raises his hands in dismissal. Refusing to take the coat back even after she tried to offer it.

“Don’t worry about it, your Inquisitorialness,” He does a dramatic bow, relishing how she perks up a little bit as she rolls her eyes. “We can’t have our savior freezing to death in her own keep. I won’t have it,”

“Don’t be daft,”

“Sorry, too late,”

Gen hugs the jacket closer to her as Varric leans on the wall beside her. It suits her, he notes. She certainly couldn’t wear the thing with her big human arms. But draped over her shoulders? A sight Varric could get used to.

At this vantage, they’re just about the same height. A fact that he appreciates as he can see her more clearly, be more on her level not just physically. Where a comfortable silence should reside, Varric feels an odd air tingle along his skin. Wondering if he had said the wrong thing already.

He goes over what Cole had said, and in his infinite wisdom, Varric decides he’s going to have to figure out what’s wrong on his own.

“Hey,” He says, and she slowly turns her head. A sad smile playing on her lips. He wishes he could brush it away, replace it with the sort of smile that enhances her dimples.

“Is uh, is everything ok?”

She chuckles bitterly. “A sad lonely woman sitting in the rain? I’m just dandy,”

He makes a knowing face. Gen then turns her gaze over to the fortress of Skyhold. He can practically hear the cogs in her own head whirring wildly as she contemplates silently. Once again her fingers find her mouth and after a moment of Varric watching her, she spots his stare and realizes what she's doing. Quickly snapping her hand away.

“My mother would have a conniption if she saw the state of these,” She wiggles her fingers at him. They’re scarred here and there, from years of not leaving them alone to heal. And it’s here Varric knows she’s trying to talk about anything else other than what’s actually bothering her.

But he plays into it, for now. If it’ll get her more comfortable to talk to him. And he would not hate learning more about her.

“Your mother never tried putting turmeric on your fingers?” He asks with a cocked brow.

“No, the only thing she put on it was a ruler,” She huffs, giving her fingers a once over with her eyes before she starts biting them again. A small act of defiance, perhaps?

Varric feels an odd sense of proudness despite cringing at the thought of her mother hitting her. “Really? Just because you like a good nibble?”

“A Trevelyan should always look her best,” Gen does a mocking shrill voice before rolling her eyes again. “She tried to fix a lot of things she thought were wrong with me. My freckles with a cake full of makeup, fingers with ugly gloves…” Then, Gen’s palm ignites with a small spark of fire as she removes them from her lips.

Varric marvels at the control she has over it. Magic had been all around him for a long time and he never had much love for it. He had been around three mages for ten years, yes. But there was also rampant blood-magic in Kirkwall’s streets. Magic that killed Hawke’s mother. And….well, Anders.

But now, Varric watches as the warm glow illuminates her face, turning her eyes into two dots of bronze. How naturally the fire dances in the root of her palm like a flaming flower, flickering yet utterly subdued by her. Even against the pounding rain, the flame was strong and alive. It was beautiful.

“This, however, she could not fix,” Her voice grows dull as she stares at the flame grimly.

He shakes his head. Specks of water darting this way and that. “There’s not a thing about you that needs fixing, Gen,”

The fire in her hands flickers some more. She smiles fondly at him. “Thank you, Varric,”

He nods, quickly clearing his throat. She had not looked at him like that before.

“Honestly though, I was happy enough to go to the Circle at fourteen. It meant getting away from my mother, and the responsibilities that came with being the heir to my family's fortune,”

She snuffs the fire with a closed hand.

“Only to be saddled with the responsibility of saving the world anyway,” He conceded.

“Yes…” Her eyes drift back to Skyhold. “Such a poor vessel am I that needs to save the world,”

“Gen, don’t say that…”

“Do you know what I said to him?” Her looks stops him dead in his tracks. Something has shifted in her, something darker and insecure. Concern bubbles in Varric's chest as he regards her silently. “To Corypheus?”

“What did you say?”

“I asked him to take the mark away. Begged him, even,””

With widened eyes, Varric lets out a deep exhale. That was certainly something. But something entirely human, something he could completely imagine himself saying if he were in her position. Except he wouldn’t have the bravery to admit it.

“Well, clearly it didn’t work,” Is all he can think to say.

“No, but…they all think I’m some bloody hero. Yet if given the chance…I’d be rid of this if I could,” She raises her hand that bears the mark. Faint green light seeps through the cracks in her skin. He wonders if it hurts, and hopes it doesn’t. “Not really hero material am I? for one of your books?”

“Yeah well, neither was Hawke to be honest. I had to completely make her up in Tale of the Champion,” Yeah, that one needed a lot of reworking…

“Yeah but…she stood up for the mages. Even when Meredith threatened to kill her, she stood by them. That wasn’t made up. I confront an enemy that threatens the whole world, and what do I do? I beg him to take the only thing that can stop him,”

“I just….don’t feel strong enough. I don’t know if I can make the right decisions,”

“Gen, I don’t know if anyone has told you this. But it’s perfectly reasonable to be scared shitless of a giant talking darkspawn jackass,” He instinctively reaches for her shoulder, reaching with a softness that does not meet his tone. As his fingers brush the material of his coat, he realizes what he is doing and grows antsy that he’s being too much. Before he can pull away, her hand comes to close around his.

He stares a moment at where her hand clasps over his. It’s so much smaller than his, yet burns hot despite the cool rain. Was she using magic?

He squeezed her shoulder. “Well, so far, you have my vote. You’ve saved dozens of lives, made the decisions no one else had the balls to, and you’ve brought this circus of freaks we’ve collected to work together. To say you’re scared shitless, you’ve done well,”

“But what if it’s not enough? I don’t get a second chance at this! This isn’t one of your stories where you can just…” She lets out a frustrated sigh, her fingers coiling around his hand tighter. “what if I fail?”

“You won’t, I know you won’t,”

“But if I do?”

He absent-mindedly starts stroking soothing circles into her shoulder with his thumb. “Then we all shuffle off this mortal realm a little sooner than we’d all like. But you made sure we didn’t go down without a damn good fight,”

Her mouth falls agape, red lips shaped into an ‘o’ as she tries to argue some more. Instead, she smiles and lets out a quiet chuckle. Tension leaving her shoulders.

“How do you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Make me feel better, even when I don’t want to be,” She throws her one hand up dramatically, ensuring the other remains closed over his. “I had a perfectly reasonable plan to mope about all day, only for to to come along with your stupid lovely words,”

“Oh, I’m hardly lovely. I’m just saying what everyone here already thinks,” He dismisses. “You’re too hard on yourself. You don’t see what everyone else here sees when they look at you,”

“And what do you see when you look at me?” She gave him a toothy grin that stopped his heart right then and there.

“Hah,” He breathes, his mind convulsing and racing as to where she was going with this. Half hoping she’d continue the laugh, admit the joke, that his dumbstruck face was the punchline. But she doesn’t. She sits patiently on the wall, looking at him with those big doe eyes of hers.

“Well?” She presses. As much as he’s glad that glow of hers has returned, and is only enhanced in the dim gloom of the rainy weather. It’s got him all twisted up inside.

“Do you see a Herald? A hero? Do you see a friend?” The last word seems to strain on her tongue, he notes. Her eyes were watchful of his reaction.

“I don’t see a friend, no,” He shakes his slowly, being careful how he words this. Honestly, you write for a living when did this become so hard? Hawke was his friend, his dearest friend. And while she was certainly beautiful, and certainly trusted her with his life. What he felt for Gen went beyond what it did for Hawke. So much so that calling her friend soured on his tongue.

“The only friends I have, the only lot I need…you’re not that. You’re something else,”

“Something else?”

“Something more,” He finds himself leaning closer to her, dangerously close. “And that’s the problem,”

He’s close enough that he can nearly feel the vibrations in her throat as she hums. The rain trickles down and drips from her chin, and he’s mesmerized by the slicknes of her pale skin. Like stones smoothed in the river. Perhaps the silent confirmation from Cole whispering in the back of his mind was spurring this new boldness from him. But Varric dares not cross the threshold, dares not feel the faint wisp of her breath on his skin. For fear that her breath might pull him under like a ghostly hand.

“A problem, is it? Hmm, how will you solve that problem?”

Varric licks his lips idly as his eyes draw to her mouth. “I might have a clue. But I have to admit, Inquisitor. I’m afraid once I start. I won’t be able to stop,”

Her hand leaves his, smoothing up his wrist, sliding along his forearm up and up and up till it caresses the side of his neck, fingernails brushing gingerly against the hairs along his nape. And it’s not the cool air that makes him shiver when she steals his move and draws circles into his flesh.

“Well, if it’s the only way,”

And in an instant, her mouth finds his in enthusiastic splendor. Varric breathes harshly as her cheeks are cool and wet against his. Savoring how her breath is hot against his lips. Varric immediately shifts his body, rooting himself between her legs as his broad arms wrap around her waist firmly to get a better angle. Thank the Maker she’s sat down, he can’t imagine standing on his tip-toes would really suit the current mood. Through the material of their water-logged clothes however, Varric finds himself feeling everything. And she only pulls him closer. The kiss is wet, yet brings more warmth and shelter than wooden ceiling sin taverns ever could.

“Finally,” She sighs sweetly against his lips, pulling him back in by the collar before he can respond about sharing that sentiment. Her hands are utterly everywhere, digging into his collar, running up his chest, cradling his cheek, running up his back. Varric is so attuned to the feeling of her lips he can only muster the cohesion to secure her waist like a lifeline.

This was not how he imagined today going. Nor what he imagined occurring when he originally came to see if she was alright. Damn it, was she alright?

Varric pries away, needing to ask her sincerely before this could continue. She chases after him eagerly, trying to coax him back with a finger under his chin, scratching the stubble that threatens to grow there. Until he gives her waist a squeeze that provokes a ticklish sound from her.

“Hey, hold on. As much as I am eager to continue, are you alright?” He asks, giving her a serious look for the moment.

She tilts her head. “Of course I’m alright,”

“No, I mean. Before, about…Haven, and everything,”

“Talking to you helped,” She says, taking the moment to catch her breath. “Talking to you always helps,” Her finger traces a gentle journey from chin, to jaw to cheek. “I hope…I hope it’s the same for you,”

Varric’s heart throbs, and with the nonsensical urge he leans forehead. Pressing his forehead against hers.

“You make my days easier,”

And he meant that. With what he had let loose unto the world, there was crippling weight hanging over him at all times. Even though it was Gen who was left to straddle the world and fix his mistakes…he did not feel alone in it.

She rubs her nose against his. “I’m glad, now. What was that you said about being unable to stop?”

Varric lets out a hearty laugh before pulling Gen back into the kiss.

[charlatron]

14 Days Of Dragon Age Lovers: Kissing In The Rain

Wasn't sure I'd manage anything, but I was struck with a suddon urge for Solavellan.

Thanks for running a great event @14daysdalovers

<3

Quinn sat on her usual perch just outside of Skyholds main gate, picking the dirt from beneath her nails with a broken arrowhead as she surveyed the vast mountains below.

It was quiet here, save for the regular shuffle of patrolling guards, so when an unexpected pair of footsteps approached, quiet though they were, they stood out like a clap of thunder.

"Going somewhere?" Quinn asked as the cloaked deserter glided by, unaware she was sitting there.

He stopped, head turning just enough for her to see the tip of his nose emerging from his hood. "I thought it would be easier this way."

As if dumping her hadn't been enough, he now planned to abandon her too?

"I am not a child, Solas," she gritted, nostrils flaring as she struggled to keep her anger in check, "and we still have work to do. 

"My presence here will only serve as a distraction."

"Do you really think so much of yourself?" She laughed bitterly. "That you have left me so completely heartbroken the mere sight of you would render me nonfunctional."

"It is I who cannot function!" he angrily interrupted. "Please, allow me this mercy."

He turned and resumed his moderate pace, but she dropped from her perch and followed suit, the sky choosing that very moment to open up and shower them with heavy droplets of rain.

"Solas!" she called, the sudden torrential downpour so heavy she had to shout to be heard over it, "If you are truly so affected by our separation then why insist it necessary?

"Because I am not who you think I am." His words were lost to the cacophonous weather.

Tired of being the only one willing to fight for them, she halted in her pursuit, the relentless rain drenching her pale blonde hair in seconds.

Her lip trembled as she watched him walk away, though his steps gradually slowed until he was no longer moving.

He turned, grey-blue eyes staring her down for what felt like an eternity until his feet began to move again, this time carrying him closer until he was standing before her.

His large hood had spared his face from the rain, making the tear tracks on his cheeks all the more obvious.

He lifted a hand to her face, brushing the soaked strands of hair from her forehead before settling his palm on the angle of her jaw, thumb brushing back and forth over her cheekbone.

She closed her eyes and turned into his touch, pressing a kiss to his palm though found it swiftly replaced by his lips as he pulled her to him.

He kissed her with such all-consuming passion she felt dizzy from it, his staff calloused hands framing her face as the rain pelted down on them.

He brushed his nose against hers upon ending what was possibly the best kiss of her life, releasing her face in favour of lacing their fingers together.

"Whatever your reasons for thinking we shouldn't be together," she began, "we can deal with them later. Just, please, I don't want to do this without you."

"There will come a day when you do not think of me so fondly."

"Then accept my fondness while you still can," she darkly jested. "I know your heart, Solas, there is nothing you could tell me that I wouldn't at least try to understand."

"We shall see," he eventually surmised, cryptically grim and fatalistic as ever.

"Come on." She offered him her hand. "Let's get you out of those wet clothes."

"Quinn," he warned.

"Yes, I haven't forgotten your no sex rule," she assured him, though with a slight brattyness to her tone, "doesn't mean I can't sneak a peak when I'm pretending not to look."

Solas smirked despite himself, draping an arm across her shoulders as he led them back toward the keep.

She knew she'd likely wake up one day to find him gone, but she had hope. Hope that, given time, she might yet convince him to share his burdens with her. 

[retrowondergirl]

Day 3: Sugar & Spice

Orlagh made a new roll for Cullen. @14daysdalovers

Rating: M

Word Count: 248

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Sugar And Spice - 14 Days of DA Lovers

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Pairing: Fenris x Isabela Rating: M for minor nudity

This one was surprisingly hard to write but I’m pleased with how it’s turned out! Enjoy~ Read it on AO3

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Insects buzzed outside the window as the humid morning air rolled in to greet them. He stretched languidly, feeling the gentle burn in his muscles from the previous night's exertions. The room was bathed golden in the light of the morning sun, gossamer curtains drifting in the breeze.

Lifting a jewelled hand from his waist, Fenris slipped from the bed and donned a pair of cotton pants. He tugged the pull cord by the door, then washed his face in the small basin as he waited for the service bell to be answered.

A soft tap at the door. Fenris cracked it open, keeping his voice low as he requested a full breakfast of the local cuisine. The maid nodded and murmured a reply in Antivan before she left. He moved to the window, leaning casually against the sill as he gazed across the city.

Barely any time passed before the breakfast tray was delivered. Fenris tipped the maid and carried the tray inside. He gently sank back onto the bed, a smile curling across his face as his bed partner began to stir.

"Is that what I think it is?" Isabela murmured, her voice still thick from sleep.

"Breakfast," Fenris replied.

She pushed herself up, heedless of the sheet that pooled at her waist and left her nudity exposed. Fenris pulled his eyes away from her body; there was no point in wasting a perfectly good breakfast.

A wide spread lay before them as Fenris slid the tray to balance across both their laps. He went straight for the coffee and pastries, not so subtly tugging the churros closer to himself. Humming in contentment, Isabela went for the omelette. She cast Fenris a side-long glance as he added several cubes of sugar to his coffee before dunking a churro in the pot of melted chocolate.

"I know I call you sweet thing sometimes, but I didn't realise you were so devoted to its definition."

"Worry about your own breakfast. I will eat what I please," Fenris shot back, affection colouring his words. Isabela snorted and for a time, they were lost in a companionable silence.

Draining the last of his coffee, Fenris sighed in contentment and leant his head back against the wall.

"Enjoying yourself?" Isabela asked and there was an edge to her voice that Fenris had come to recognise. A suggestive edge, alluring. He cast her a half-lidded look before taking the empty breakfast tray and placing it on the floor.

"I could be convinced to enjoy myself further," he replied and she accepted the invitation to straddle his lap. Thick tresses of dark hair curtained around them as she leant in. Fenris accepted the kiss. Slow and lazy, he let it roll over him like gentle waves upon a peaceful beach. Soft hands cupped his face and he sighed as their mouths parted, drinking deep of each other.

Isabela pulled back, tongue running over her lips. Fenris found his own doing the same, lingering on the taste of her in his mouth.

"I like you like this," Isabela said, smiling easily. "Flavoured like chocolate and cinnamon and cloves."

"I could say the same of you," he replied. He reached out, long fingers curling around her gold-decorated wrist to tug her back in. "So let me enjoy it."

Isabela laughed against his lips. Her arms curled around his neck and as the morning wore on and the sounds of the bustling city grew louder through the open window, he lost himself in her and the taste of sugar and spice on her lips.

[isk4649]

Yes! Love some forearm reveal 😍 The hairier the better too!

WiP Wednesday

Some forearm prn because I'm defs cooking something up for 14 days of lovers 👀 Beware of the fluff, it's coming.

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[scharoux]

The 14 Days of Dragon Age Lovers 2022 prompts list will be available for viewing on January 25th, watch for the post ❤️

[thejabberwokk]

14 Days of Dragon Age Lovers

14 Days of Dragon Age Lovers

Prompt: 8. Companion

For @14daysdalovers writing prompts :D

Pairing:  N/A *

Rating: G

* I had an idea about Cole helping people with their lost loves/companions and ran with it a bit. There is mention of Female Inquisitor x Solas

8. Companion

Compassion comes in many forms. Sometimes it's a properly placed dagger, others its mint for cats to keep the mice away. Sometimes it is helpful in the short or long term, but other items it only helps with one providing. In Skyhold, little hurts were everywhere, there was always someone, whether a person or a creature or even a spirit, that could use some form of aid.  It was the big hurts that were more difficult.

He noticed the big hurts most around the festival days that the people of Skyhold relished in. Lots of hurts over dead loved ones, of destroyed homes, of poor health. The most recent bout of big hurts seemed to be weighing the most upon those who lost spouses and ”special”.. Aren’t all friends special, they were always saying friends are a blessing...?

Cole set to work that day. Leaving small trinkets on the windowsill of the scullery maid who’s fiancé passed at Haven. He left tiny bluebells on the kennel keepers stoop because they reminded him of his daughter's eyes, now closed for good. 

He led some sparrows to the eastern tower where a scout recalled how sweet their husband used to sing. One of the merchants smiled when they found the beard comb their father use to use, lost since reaching safety.

Pride’s hurt reached far, and seemed to consume him. He thought that the Inquisitor was helping, but even she was hurting. He didn’t know how to bring Vengeance back to their former state for Pride. And the Inquisitor, her hurt for Pride was growing deeper, almost as deep as the heartbeat in her hand.

He left them both frilly cakes. They both smile when they eat them…

[14daysdalovers]

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[catdotnip]

i've had this scene in my head for months. this is when she first decides to flirt with alistair. this is when she asks him if he knows he's pretty. while bleeding out.

This is for the 10th theme of @14daysdalovers: Blood Lotus!

[isk4649]

@kemvee Oh my god, so much sexual tension that you could slice with a knife! I love how you interpreted the prompt of “flirty banter” as “We don’t know what we are doing, and we need help from an adult!” Definitely makes me look forward to the next on in the series, haha.

Flirty Banter(?)

The first of what i hope to be a 14 part mini story using the @14daysdalovers prompts. Modern AU office romance. Rating E - eventually. Pairing Cullen/Amie.

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Inquisition holdings were a growing organisation of which, as head of their security services, Cullen was exceedingly proud to be part of. They had committed to, and soon developed, a reputation of being the ethical Billionaires choice in private services.

“As a result the Ultra-rich of the world are flocking to our Clientele list-” their president Justinia explained. 

That growth in popularity had been precisely why Amie, who he was sat next to, had been brought into the organisation. She’d arrived in a swirl of ever changing coloured hair, high heels and power suits. And as the very epitome of professionalism Cullen found a lot to respect in her work ethic and ideas. 

She was also exceedingly attractive and smelled divine but Cullen studiously avoided dwelling on that.

Keep reading

[retrowondergirl]

Day 2: Slow Dance

The Ambassador and Inquisitor dance under the moonlight. @14daysdalovers

Rating: M

Word Count: 129

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Companion - 14 Days of DA Lovers

@14daysdalovers

Pairing: Fenris x Isabela Rating: T

Short and sweet for this one, plus I loosely interpreted this prompt into an animal companion prompt. I know, I'm so clever I amaze myself.

Read on AO3

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"No."

"Aww, come on."

"Never going to happen."

"And why not?"

"Are you serious?"

"Of course! I'm a pirate, why wouldn't I want one?"

"You didn't have one in Kirkwall."

"I didn't have a ship, either, but would you look at me now?"

Fenris heaved a sigh, arms folded in obstinance. Isabela blinked up at him, knowing how her pretty eyes weakened his resolve. He regretted letting that slip to her, now.

"You are not getting a parrot!"

The bird in question let out a squawk and fluffed its feathers, entirely unbothered by the debate taking place in front of it. Isabela scratched its chest and the bird nibbled gently at her finger.

Fenris had to admit it was a magnificent bird. Large and most likely native to Rivain, its feathers were a glossy blue over most of its body. Hints of red plumage flecked along its chest and wings, lending the illusion of purple whenever the bird flapped or moved abruptly. Its black eyes were ringed in red and its beak was a soft orange. It trilled happily and stepped onto Isabela's hand unprompted, tilting its head curiously.

"See? She's beautiful! How can you say no to her?"

"I have no desire to step in bird droppings while aboard your ship."

"Oh, Fenris, it's not like she's a fish!"

"No."

Isabela pouted, then narrowed her eyes. That conniving light gleamed in them and Fenris abruptly felt the urge to run. He recognised that light and it never bode well. To have it directed towards him … Fenris realised with a sudden resignation that he would not be winning this argument.

"What if I promised you something?" Her voice was low and tempting, her body language alluring. Fenris knew he should not respond, should not play into her wiles. Yet he was the helpless sailor to her siren's call and he found himself leaning closer.

"What are you offering?"

Isabela stretched to his ear, whispering into it. Her words sent shivers of desire and excitement through his body. He drew back, staring at her crooked grin of victory before glancing at the bird and sighing.

"Very well."

"Aha! Thank you, love!"

The term of endearment caught him completely off-guard. Fenris stared, mind unable to move on, as Isabela paid for the parrot and ushered the bird onto her shoulder, crooning to it softly. He knew that Isabela loved him, just as he loved her. Yet to hear her declare it so easily, as natural as breathing …

His chest glowed in delight and Fenris slipped an arm around her waist as they meandered back towards the ship. He did not truly mind the bird. If having the bird around meant she might offer more terms of endearment, Fenris might just buy her a whole menagerie.

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Kissing In The Rain - 14 Days of DA Lovers

@14daysdalovers

Pairing: Fenris x Isabela Rating: M for blood

This is an angstier take on this prompt, but hey I do love my angst. It has a happy ending I promise.

Read it on AO3

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It came upon him in small ways. A touch here, a glance there. The curve of her smile, the pride in her eyes. Her direct nature and easy acceptance. Never asking him to change, never asking for anything more than what he gave. It was a slow revelation, gentle yet persistent as the rising tide. When the water finally crested the bank and washed over him, there was no doubting it's truth. It shocked him, yet how could he have expected anything else? It made sense, settling into his heart with a finality that did not frighten him as much as he thought it should.

He loved her.

"Isabela!"

Fenris ran through the mud, furious at the rain that slashed into his eyes and plastered his hair to his face. The blood on his sword paled and faded, dripping into puddles that he never gave a second thought. Bodies lay scattered in the mud but they were lifeless, no threat to him.

The sword fell from his fingers as he crashed to his knees beside her.

"Isabela! Venhedis, open your eyes!"

There was too much blood rising out around his fingers. Fenris pushed harder, heart slamming against his ribs. Her usually vibrant eyes were closed, teasing lips slightly parted and slack. Fenris wanted to scream and shout at the Maker – but there was no time. He dare not waste his breath, not when Isabela no longer drew any for herself.

His hand trembled as he tipped her head back and pinched her nose before pressing his mouth over hers. Fenris breathed into her once, twice, then pulled back to check.

Nothing.

"Fasta vass, Isabela, you can't leave me like this!"

Her chest felt fragile beneath his hands. There was no time to dwell or hesitate. Fenris grit his teeth and pressed down on her chest, again and again. Then he dropped his hands back to her face, cradling even as he pulled it into position and set his lips in place.

One breath. Another.

Exhale.

Fenris froze, barely daring to hope, but the laboured inhale was unmistakable. He lifted his head, staring at her pallid face as dirt-smudged eyelids began to flutter.

Pain scrunched her features, her breaths brittle things that threatened to fracture in an instant. Fenris held her, heedless of the blood he smeared across her skin. None of it mattered. All that mattered was her, the life in her veins.

Sudden remembrance seized him and Fenris groped at himself, hastily locating and wrenching out the potion. He wrenched the cork out with his teeth and lowered it to her lips.

"Quickly! You need to drink this. Carefully!"

One arm slid beneath her, lifting her just enough that she would not choke. Isabela was too weak to protest or argue, and Fenris watched in trembling fear as the potion slid down her throat. She sighed as she swallowed the last drop and he gently lowered her back down.

"Fenris?"

Her voice was weak, thready. He nodded, pressing close as he fought to speak around the lump in his throat.

"I am here."

"Oww."

"Be still. You are badly wounded." He looked down at the wound on her side. The blood was slowing but it would still need to be bandaged. The potion had done its job at the very least, and relief swept through him as he watched some of the colour come back to her skin.

"Typical," she replied. "I pass out and leave you to claim all the kills for yourself." A wince tore the humour from her face and Fenris found her hand on instinct, clutching tight.

"Save your breath. You will need your strength."

The immediate danger had passed, yet Fenris still felt the lingering adrenaline in his veins. He tried to ignore it and focused instead on bandaging her wounds. His fingers slipped and stumbled as the cloth soaked quickly under the rain. Fenris cursed, took a deep breath, and tried again. There, done.

"Miserable place to die, this."

Horror choked him but he forced out the growl, levelling sharp green eyes at her.

"Isabela …"

"I'm just saying, I'm glad I'm not dying here. Wouldn't want my last battle to be remembered in this filth. I can do far better than that."

"Would you shut up?" Fenris snarled. His heart was beating too hard against his chest and sweat had joined the rain in slicking his palms.

"What's the matter? I would have thought you'd be overjoyed to hear my voice again."

He seized her chin and she caught her breath, lost in the intensity of his gaze. Fenris wanted to kiss her to prove she was alive, wanted to scream and rage at her for being so careless. But he was frozen, too afraid of pushing too hard, of upsetting her when she was still so weak. So he swallowed down his emotions and settled for curling a lip in displeasure.

"I am trying to save your life. Stop distracting me."

"Oh please, we both know you already did that with the kiss of life," she said casually. Fenris frozen again, unable to look away from her vibrant, beautiful eyes. How did she know? Isabela gave a weak smile and gestured feebly towards her lips. "Lyrium. I could taste you on them."

Fenris swallowed hard and hoped that his emotions were not as transparent as he felt.

"Then you already know the lengths to which I have gone to keep you alive. Do not ruin my work."

His voice was too rough; she would see straight through him. But perhaps not. Isabela's eyes had closed when he glanced back down, her exhaustion overpowering her. Fenris worked quickly, checking her body for other wounds and bandaging what he found. Then he gathered their weapons and secured them before turning to her.

Fenris tried to lift her carefully, ever mindful of the deep wound on her side. Isabela let out a noise of pain and he murmured wordless comforts back to her. With her head cradled wearily on his chest as her blood slowly stained his body, Fenris began to walk away from the muddy battlefield.

He had not thought himself capable of love. Not after Danarius and the torments of his years in slavery. Love was a luxury Fenris had never been able to afford. Yet here, with this wild pirate of a woman who made him laugh for reasons he could not explain, Fenris realised that love was not a luxury after all; it was a choice.

He chose to embrace it.