#DAI fanfiction

[uriellactaea]

Diplomatic Duties - Chapter XIV - end

Summary: With their feelings out in the open, the Inquisitor and the Commander are finally free to embark in the next chapter of their relationship. Or are they? They still have to handle the prying eyes of the rest of their team, pressing questions, and mostly, find the time to finally be alone. But Cullen doesn't mind what the nobility might think of it.

Diplomatic Duties - Chapter 14/14 - Dragon Age Inquisition

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32957593/chapters/160898589

[lagunapoint]

Cassandra swung the sword and inflicted a few sharp blows on the mannequin. Series of precise and hurried strikes were replaced by seconds of concentration, spent on controlling breathing and thoughts. She took several smooth steps to the side, directing the tip of the sword at the mannequin’s chest. Inhale. Exhale. A swing, and a few straws burst out of the mannequin, scattering under the onslaught of her sword. A couple of passersby recoiled in fright and, casting a surprised glance at Cassandra, hurried toward the tavern, looking back and whispering among themselves.

"Damn!" Cassandra cried out and lowered the sword, tightly gripping the hilt. She closed her eyes and tried to subdue the anger rising again, which her training had only been able to extinguish for a short while.

"Hey, Seeker, not a bad strike," came the brisk voice of Bull, who was watching her training nearby.

"Not bad," Cassandra repeated and looked at Bull, "but not perfect."

"You demand too much of yourself, and that’s not always good," Bull leaned his shoulder against the tavern wall and followed the redheaded church attendant with an interested glance. Cassandra noted the remark to herself but decided not to continue the conversation. At least out loud. She did not think she demanded a lot from herself. She demanded from herself only what was necessary. Necessity in her worldview was not determined by the concepts of much or little. It was necessary to train. It was necessary to deliver precise strikes. The blade must not slip. The steps must be exact and thought out, and even a slight unconsidered shift of weight or improper foot position would lead to a sprain or an ankle twist. She knew firsthand how lousy that was, and the thought of it caused an unwelcome memory of her first sprain and the subsequent lectures from her brother about carelessness that could kill her.

Besides that, she understood the need to find the sender of the new "gift" the Inquisitor had received this morning. The news that the Inquisitor had almost been lethally poisoned by a flower whose bud and petals were studded with poisonous spines invisible to the human eye spread around Skyhold faster than the new issue of The Randy Dowager Quarterlie. And Cassandra was enraged by the fact that she did not understand why Leliana and the Inquisitor were ignoring the danger of the moment, preferring slowness to action. And at that very moment, Solas and Dorian couldn’t resist the opportunity to flaunt their wit instead of delving into the magical nature of the problem. Their collaboration was too slow, reluctant, and usually accompanied by mutual reproaches. It was precisely Solas’s harmful, quiet snort under Dorian’s haughty gaze that became the last straw for Cassandra at the general meeting regarding the poisonous flower.

Yet no matter how angry Cassandra was at everyone around her, the main object of her anger was herself. This incident showed how surprisingly easy it turned out to be to get close to the Herald of Andraste, and her protection meant absolutely nothing.

A warm breeze touched her face, offering her comfort. She breathed, trying to calm the storm in her chest. Servants and refugees, messengers and revelers passed by her again, and every so often she noticed quick glances in her direction. She tried to ignore everything happening around her, but suddenly a conversation reached her ears, and she couldn’t help but listen.

"…they say there was an Orlesian crest on the pot…" "Yeah?.. And I heard that this plant is from Tevinter and is grown by mages on the blood of slaves who offered themselves in sacrifice without resistance." "How awful!" "Yes, Merelin. They say that if a slave resists, his blood is not suitable for certain rituals, but if he dies voluntarily, then it contributes…"

Cassandra could not stand it and snorted indignantly. What the hell do they allow themselves? Unthinkable. She sighed, trying to ignore the gossips’ chatter and return to her tension-relieving training. But their voices did not die down, and she lifted her gaze to the heavens, praying to Andraste that they would either fall silent or change the subject.

"And is it true that the Inquisitor was actually poisoned, and-" "No, that can’t be. The Inquisitor has court mages who should have lifted any poisoning right away-" "But one of them is precisely from Tevin-" "Enough!" Cassandra could not bear it. "The Inquisitor is fine. Stop speculating. And yes, you are undoubtedly right that our mages can handle any such troubles... Therefore..."Cassandra cut herself off. "Damn it!"

She abruptly turned to the mannequin and delivered a dull, chopping blow, hearing how behind her the quick footsteps of the gossipers were retreating. She thought she was forever stuck in her rage, until suddenly, as if from nowhere, a familiar voice sounded next to her.

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[sapphirebunnyart]

New "cover" for my fanfic, The Lost Halla!

I wanted to show off my improvement over the year and the plot progression of the story.

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Read it here!

[spainkitty]

WIP WEDNESDAY

Final Chapter of Part One!

Lieutenant Lanil does her job! Someone's teasing is a little ~too much~ 😉 And past traumas are discussed!

Because of summer fun and country-displacement (I'm moving back to USA), I'm on hiatus until July 17th, but then I'll be back and posting regularly, and completely beta'ed! Shout out @sillyliterature for being great and hard-working despite my mammoth chapters nearly making her sweat 🤣 🥰

[somethingblu3]

Little Moments Of Doubt

Repost Read on AO3 here.

18+ minors dni.

Fandom: Dragon Age, Dragon Age Inquisition.

Summary:

Cullen has a moment of doubt about Kendra's pregnancy. cheesiness abound.

TW: Pregnancy, Pregnancy Doubt, Unplanned Pregnancy, Pregnancy Regret, Implied/Referenced Abortion/ Pregnant Inquisitor, Implied Breeding Kink, Mentions of no Condom Sex, Reiljious Guilt/Trauma,

Pairing: Cullen Rutherford x Original Female Character (Kendra Lavellan)

Word Count: 943

Divider Credit: cherienymphe.

“This was a mistake,” Cullen said firmly “I’m sorry”

“Cullen” Kendra stressed.

He was having one of those moods again. Those moods where everything was wrong and it was all his fault yet Kendra knew it was the furthest from the truth.

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have indulged in my fantasies I-” He stuttered.

Kendra’s heart ached. Cullen had repressed his feelings from the moment she knew him. It took him almost two years to finally accept his feelings for her. And when he finally did a sense of relief washed over them. Their friends, especially Dorian, had known it for years, yet Cullen’s fear held him back like it did now. It held him back in the bedroom too Kendra was certain that during their cuddle sessions after sex, he was praying to Andraste begging her to forgive him of his sins. It was all quite sad really. Their session last month went further than they typically went but Kendra didn’t mind - she wanted it. Creators she craved all of him inside of her burying deep inside her sweet cunt. During Dirty talk Cullen let slip that he wanted her to feel his flesh. He wanted her to feel his seed growing inside of her until she was ready to burst with child and Kendra happily indulged.

When he got up this morning for his run her handprints and bitemarks were still fresh she couldn’t help but smile at her handywork she had never experienced that level of lovemaking it was intense yet also just as passionate at the same time. She knew that it would be a while until she experienced that again him inside of her with no restrictions no condoms just flesh on flesh as The Creators had intended. He was hard at first Kendra was almost worried that he wasn’t going to fit in despite being average-sized but in the end, they finally got there.. She knew that the next time he would be on a work trip when she would be all alone stuck in their apartment that would be her masturbation material. She smirked as her eyes caught a glimpse of the still cum-stained Dildo Cullen had used on her last night. Kendra was still in the early stages of her pregnancy yet they had already needed to be more creative with positions.

Plus Cullen wouldn’t stop treating her like a delicate little flower and it was frustrating her to no end. Of course, it was nice that he cared but at the same time, she wasn’t a doll she wasn’t going to break under his touch no matter how much he had seemed to believe that. She was always aware that through each session she could have possibly ended up pregnant there was always a chance even with birth control.

While the thought of pregnancy scared her to death she also knew that Cullen would be a great father no matter what even if he didn’t quite believe it himself that was what gave her a sense of peace at night. Kendra lowered her head. She didn’t want to press any longer she knew that if she gave the option of terminating the pregnancy Cullen would say yes but then in the morning he would regret it in a heartbeat.

“Cullen…Go to sleep you’ll feel better about this in the morning” She tried to calm him.

“But what if I don’t? What if I wake up and I still feel the same way about this?” He paused and waved his hand down at her pregnant belly which wasn’t even showing yet but she couldn’t even fit into her favorite pair of jeans.

“We’re not ready to be parents Ken. We’re drowning in debt. And what if we mess up? Mess up like my Dad did. I would never forgive myself and you know that” He wailed

Kendra pulled Cullen closer even as he wallowed her fingers intertwined in his blond locks.

“Look we’ll get through this,” She said softly as she kissed his forehead gently.

“How are you so optimistic about this?” Cullen asked as he looked up at her.

Amazement sparkled in his eyes.

“You're the one who’ll actually have to give birth” He reminded her.

Kendra smiled “I’m optimistic because I know whatever The Creators have planned for us we can face it we always have. I’m lucky remember?” She asked as he tugged at her necklace with her thumb twirling around Cullen’s lucky gold coin the one that he had given to her at the lake.

“Maker your such a cheeseball” Cullen complained as he shook his head.

"There's nothing wrong about being cheesy every now and then" Kendra teased as she witnessed a soft smile grow over his lips.

“Speaking of Chese do we still have any of that Brie left Alistair bought us from Val Royeaux?” Kendra asked.

Cheese had been her first and strongest craving so far and she blamed Alistair almost entirely.

Cullen’s cheeks turned a deep shade of red “About that-”

“Cullen” Kendra whined as she swatted him gently.

Cullen got up from the bed and kissed her right cheek pulling back with a smile.

“Don’t worry dear why don’t I go to the corner shop and get you some more while I clear this head of mine?” He asked

“Alright then. I love you” She sighed as she slithered back under the warm covers.

“I love you too. The both of you my tiny little cheeseballs” Cullen murmured as he placed his hand on her stomach ever so gently.

Fine. Kendra reminded herself as her breathing slowed and sleep overtook her. They would be fine.

[sapphireangelbunny]

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Female Inquisitor/Cullen Rutherford, Female Lavellan/Cullen Rutherford, Lavellan/Cullen Rutherford, Inquisitor/Cullen Rutherford Characters: Female Lavellan (Dragon Age), Cullen Rutherford, Cassandra Pentaghast, Leliana (Dragon Age), Varric Tethras, Solas (Dragon Age) Additional Tags: i'll add tags as the story goes Summary:

Kayla never felt at home anywhere, even among her loving dalish clan. Her er keeper sends her to investigate the Conclave. A gathering of mages and templars in a last test for peace. Kayla is thrown into the mess when the Temple of Sacred Ashes explodes, killing everyone inside but her.

[ephemeronidwrites]

Shout out to @the-cryptographer, because they asked for one of the prompts in my OC tag game, and while I find the prompt they chose to be extremely tasty and I am going to spend at least the next week alternately going feral with excitement and getting insufferably nitpicky about getting some irrelevant detail absolutely perfect... I also don't want to leave them completely hanging for as long as I am going to take to write what they actually asked for.

So in the meantime, here's one of the prompts I've already been working on from that list... completely unprompted.

Does that defeat the purpose of a prompt exercise? Mmmm probably. Do I care?

4: A letter from your OC to their love interest

A letter intercepted from an anonymous courier met during the second week of Haring, 9:40 Dragon, in a border town between Orlais and Nevarra.

Darling,

I thought I was going to pass the time on this journey writing down every filthy thing I wanted to do to you. And then touching myself about it. Then writing down everything I did to myself, then thinking about you doing the same things to me and touching myself about it all over again. Then sending you everything I wrote down in a big fat bundle.

If I work at it hard enough, I might even manage to get the pages so sticky I won’t need wax to seal them up.

Especially since the “Inquisition” is everywhere these days, so I put the chance of one of their agents intercepting this letter at about 4 to 6? Don’t get me wrong, this letter is meant strictly for your lovely eyes only, but I admit I do also get a kick at the thought of this letter making its way into the hands of some “innocent” Chantry Sister. Maybe I can scorch out her eyes with the sinful acts depicted therein. Or even better, spice up her dreams so hard that she’ll have to pray until her knees are skinned raw to make up for it.

But now I must do a bit of confessing of my own, and say that since we’ve been apart, I simply haven’t been interested in any of that. Both my daydreams and night fantasies of you have been scandalously chaste, things like snuggling in the same bedroll at night, or waking to your sleeping face, maybe getting to poke your nose before you wake up.

Are you surprised? I am, but somehow I think you wouldn't be.

Our old friend would surely be offended by this sort of… “base sentimentality”, I think she used to call it? She’d probably keelhaul us first, before moving onto the penance. I imagine ropes being involved. Or hot wax. I don’t know. When it came to the finer points of what counts for proper debauchery, I was never really the authority in our little group anyway.

But since she isn’t here… I’ll indulge this sappy nonsense all I like. After all, less time spent on fingernail grooming is more time left to fantasize, right?

Besides, something tells me it’s this sort of thing that the Chantry would take greater offense to. The idea that mages might actually be people, with feelings. People-feelings, the sorts of feelings that don’t involve cackling and people going off the rails and firestorms raging everywhere.

After all, you know better than anyone else how afraid I was that I was that your our little stunt at the Kirkwall chantry building might have made that particular misconception worse. So you might feel vindicated to know that, after all these last few years, all I’ve learned from being reluctantly dragged all over Thedas is that… I might have been giving you far, far much too much credit on that count.

And it’s not as if people need encouragement or teaching to know how to fear, or hate, or blindly follow. Funny how most people would sooner part with a literal arm or a leg—or march off to war, which is functionally pretty much the same thing—than they’d let go of an idea that’s outlived its usefulness. It’s mildly depressing, but what can a mage do, other than go on fighting the good fight?

Or I guess it’s pretty presumptuous to call any part of it “good”. There’s been nothing “good” or “pretty” about… a lot of the stuff we’ve lived through, hasn’t there Shit there I go again I can’t sleep or eat without you there when I stretch out my hand or when I turn my head to look at you, and I’m terrified I’ll never NO NO that’s no good F why am I like this

Maybe I’ll write instead that I want to hold you close and sniff your hair! It’s not a lie, and I’m sure someone out there can find a way to twist that into something perverse and immoral? I believe in them! I believe that creativity isn’t dead in Thedas!

Either way, since I’m not there to do it for you, kiss yourself for me, with or without any filthy thoughts in your head. (And make sure to eat something at least twice a day, be nice to Justice, Justice go easy on him… basically pretend I’m actually there to nag you so you won’t forget to do all these things. Promise me you will do that.)

Sealed with a kiss of my own (since I know you won’t listen to me, darling, you never do),

Your little mistake.

In addition to the letter, the envelope contained three gold coins and also had attached a missive—written in the same hand—ostensibly meant for the courier's eyes:

Your life and freedom are more important than this letter. If you fall into a sticky spot, do not hesitate to put your own security first. The letter is important, but disposable. I repeat, do not allow yourself to be captured.

Reconnaissance efforts to identify the courier or find any other information about their objective or destination proved fruitless. The money was added to the appropriations funds for Inquisition soldier requisitions.

[falonsaotala]

Venal'vhen'an

Solas x Original Character

Venal'vhen'an /vɛ 'nɑl vɛ 'nɑn/ 1. finding home in the heart of another What happens when you introduce hope into a hopeless situation?

After eight years of writing, it's finally time to start publishing this monster of a fic.

Join an orginal elven character as they navigate the aftermath of the Breach and act as a catalyst for change. This is a familiar story about loss, fear, war, and trying to pick up the pieces after the world falls apart.

But ultimately, this is a story about hope.

Chapter 1 / 25

[justaleafinthewind]

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[shining-just-4-u]

u ever read a fanfic so good that you want. fanfic of the fanfic

[nebraskashouse]

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[uriellactaea]

Diplomatic Duties - Chapter X

Summary: Torn between his feelings of guilt, duty, and devastating passion, Cullen finally confides in the one who had been on to him since the beginning, Ser Barris. Unsure whether he should confess his burning passion to the Inquisitor or not, time is passing through his fingers at an alarming speed, and then comes the final night of rest before their arrival to Val Royeaux. After an impromptu fitting session of the Inquisition's opera attire, Cullen eventually finds his missing courage in the ale he shares with Bull, Blackwall and Varric around the fire camp.

[lunasblunt]

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[spainkitty]

WIP WEDNESDAY

Part Two is finally here! (and I'm finally back in the US of A! yay? maybe?)

Summary:

At long last, the Breach will be closed and the Inquisition will finally turn their attention to the threatening shadow of the Venatori. But of course, that's not how it goes. The Venatori step out of the shadows first. The true nature of the Elder One and his power is revealed with devastating consequences.

Lanil Surana is stuck in the middle of a brand new war, and hanging onto the dregs of the previous one by the skin of her teeth. Violence, grief, in-fighting, and rejection hound her every step forward, but amongst the worst months of her life she finds true friendship, meets heroes, and discovers a purpose worth fighting the world for.

Perhaps there might be room for romance, if Lanil ever stopped running from it.

Updates every other Wednesday. Fully beta'd.

There's death and violence, loss and grief. But there's also too much romance and really wholesome, ride-or-die friendships! There's acespec MCs, a love "triangle" (it's a love-V), and Polycules~ Camoes and way too many fanservicing namedrops. It's canon compliant, but also, I do what I want whenever I want 😅 More people need to meet my Feral Mabari Mage, Lanil Surana, and love her as much as I do! 🥰

[inkandpaperqwerty]

I don't even do outlines anymore, but this still happens. Planning means nothing; never has.