#DAI fanfiction

[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.

❤️

[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.

[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]

If any one of my posts is to break containment, make it this one.

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[shining-just-4-u]

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

[lunasblunt]

70s logan moodboard

[ficwip]

[inkandpaperqwerty]

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

[rafeandonlyrafe]

whatever you want

words: 1.5k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, ab riding, tit fucking, semi public sex, established relationship, cumming in mouth, mentions of future and past sex, lots of talk about rafes muscles, reader is kinda described as having big (or at least decent sized) breasts, lots of banter can these bitches just shut up and fuck oh my goddddd

“again.” you call, almost sounding drunk despite being completely sober.

rafe sighs, rolling his eyes, but the side of his lip quirks up, unable to hide how much he likes your fascination.

rafe flexes again, his arms bulging and pecs tightening. you reach out, smoothing your hands over the hard muscles.

“you're so strong.” you coo, sat on rafes lap despite the hot temperature of the day, which resulted in rafe pulling his shirt off.

"you're acting like you've never seen me shirtless before.” rafe says with a chuckle.

“shh, let me appreciate you.” you shake your head. sure, you've seen him shirtless plenty of times but rafe was bulking up for summer and it caused all his muscles to be deliciously defined.

“alright, whatever.” rafe flexes again, not going to argue too much when he has your hands obsessively touching every part of his body.

your hands move down to his stomach, fingers running over his abs. “if you let me ride your abs, i’d let you do whatever you want to me.”

“you-” rafe places his hands on his hips, sitting up straighter. “you want to ride my abs?”

“yeah.” you nod, quirking your head to the side. “you know, like rub my pussy against them.”

“shit, do it right now.” rafe looks down at your short shorts, barely covering more than your underwear does.

“yes!” you squeal out, hopping up and tugging your bottoms and panties off, not caring that you’re in the backyard and anyone could theoretically come by. “lay back.” you instruct.

rafe lays on the couch, smiling up at you as you climb on top of him. “you’ll have to flex for me as im doing this.” you inform rafe, placing your pussy on his abdomen. “especially your pecs.” you poke his chest.

“you’re such a slut for my body.” rafe chuckles, hands coming to your hips, pushing you further down, feeling your wetness as your thighs spread even more open.

“i can’t help that you’re so sexy.” you shrug, hips starting to move back and forth in a slow rock, carefully building up the pace, wanting to enjoy being sat on his stomach.

you lean forward, placing your hands on his chest for stability, pressing your clit further against his muscles. rafe flexes his muscles and they harden underneath you.

“rafe!” you squeal. 

“i guess you like that, huh?” rafes hands squeeze at your hips and lift up, placing you harder back down on his stomach. “oh, you like that too.” he smiles as he bounces you again and you moan out.

“i really like that.” you hum, eyes struggling to stay open with the pleasure, but you want to keep your eyes on rafe beneath you. its rare he lets you take over like this.

you moan as you both bounce, using your knees to go up and down while rafe assists so you don’t get burnt out. 

you pull your top off, revealing the bikini top you’re wearing underneath, ready to go swimming whenever you’re done playing with rafe, needing to get in the water on this sweltering day.

“jesus, your tits are perfect.” rafe smiles as he watches your chest bouncing, sitting up to rub his face in between your pushed together breasts, the bikini top holding them tight together.

“not as perfect as yours.” you giggle, hands squeezing at his chest, palms over his nipples.

“don’t call them tits.” rafe rolls his eyes as he lays back, head against the cushion.

“well, whatever you wanna call them, i fucking love your muscles. your pecs-” you squeeze your hands again, digging into his soft flesh until rafe flexes and they harden. “your biceps-” you move your hands, and rafe flexes again, his muscles bulging. “your abs.” this time you press your pussy down, rubbing against the contours and ridges.

“you’re lucky that you offered to let me do whatever i want to you otherwise i wouldn’t have agreed to this.” rafe smirks.

“oh yeah?” you raise an eyebrow. “what are you gonna do to me?” there’s truly nothing rafe could do to your body that wouldn’t bring you pleasure, you glow just under his attention alone.

“fuck your tits.” rafe smirks, eyes moving down from your face to your chest. “as soon as your done, right here for anyone to see.”

“damn, you could do anything and you don’t want to fuck my asshole or tie me up?” you laugh, expecting something more from rafe.

“you’d let me do all that whenever anyways.” rafe pushes your hips down, grinding you against him. you moan and lean forward, your hands coming back to rafes chest. 

“keep doing that.” you whimper, eyes sliding closed as your mouth drops open, moans filling the air and being carried away by the wind. 

rafe keeps moving, the veins in his forearm flexing as your wetness spreads over his abs, coating them in your slick, allowing your pussy to drag even easier.

“im-im close.” you warn, swallowing thickly.

rafe grunts and increases his hold, tightening his grip on your hips so you can’t slip loose, grinding you down as he flexes his abs, the hardness rubbing against your clit making you moan out, body falling forward as you cum hard, shaking as rafe lets up on you, hands loosening and moving to rub your back.

“fuck.” you whine, snuggling into his chest, letting your hips drop down, feeling rafes hardness pressing against your stomach.

rafe starts to move as you cry out, not ready to do anything more than close your eyes and feel his warmth against your cheek.

“come on, brat.” rafe chuckles. “i wanna fuck your tits while you’re all spaced out from your orgasm. you know i love you like this.” 

you hum a sound thats close enough to agreement that rafe flips you so you’re underneath him, laying on your back on the couch as he stands.

“you’re so gorgeous like this.” rafe says as he undoes his belt buckle, then pushing his pants and underwear down, his hard cock popping up.

“wanna taste.” you whine, eyes still droopy.

“nope.” rafe shakes his head. “we made a deal. i know you like to taste me, but im fucking your tits. take your top off.”

rafe pulls at the strings of your bikini, flinging it away to reveal your pink nipples to the sunlight.

“fine, but will you at least cum a little in my mouth?” you pout as rafe kneels on either side of you, glad that the outdoor couch is big enough for all of these activities.

“sure, baby.” rafe chuckles, just another way of showing how desperate you are for him.

rafes hands land on your tits, palms rubbing on your nipples, feeling them harden against his palms, not unlike when he was flexing his muscles for you earlier.

rafes hands move to the sides of your breasts, pushing them together. “god, you look so fuckable right now.”

“yeah? gonna fuck me later then? maybe out on the boat hm? after you’re done with my tits?”

“the boat, the bed, the counter, the shower, im gonna have you everywhere.” rafe bends down to press a kiss to the tip of your nose.

you smile up at him, a lazy, tired smile. rafe angles his hips down, the head of his cock pushing against the underside of your tits before slipping in between them.

“oh!” your eyebrows raise, surprised at the unusual feeling, but certainly not disliking it as he begins to move back and forth.

“shit.” rafe grunts. “fuck.”

you swat rafes hands away, pressing your tits together for him. rafe leans forward, hands landing on either side of your neck, his face contorted in pleasure directly over yours.

you look down, eyes watching the head of rafes cock appearing and disappearing between your breasts.

“this is- this is fucking good.” rafe grunts, moving faster. “im- im not gonna last very long.”

you stick your tongue out, rafes cock just long enough to hit it with the tip of his cock as he thrusts. you relish the taste, pulling your tongue back into your mouth every couple thrusts to spread the taste.

“thats it, baby.” rafe moans, one hand moving to your mouth, two fingers pulling at the side of your lip, spreading your mouth wider.

you moan out, tongue open and ready for his cum. rafe fucks forward as fast as he can, just like he does your pussy when you spread your legs wide for him.

“cumming.” rafe manages to say as he surges forward, burying his cock in your mouth as his hand wraps around his length, stroking up and down as he reaches his high, cum spurting into your mouth as you happily swallow.

rafe moans slowly die out and become quieter until hes pulling out of your mouth. “get up my legs are about to give out.” he says quickly, and you barely slide off the couch before he collapses.

you giggle and climb on top of him, pressing kisses to his cheek as his chest heaves up and down.

“im guessing you liked that.” you rub your thumb over his bottom lip.

“yeah.” rafe smiles, his eyes sliding shut.

“so, boat ride now?”

“jesus, woman give me a second.” rafe laughs, pulling you into a gentle kiss.

[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! 🥰

[that1nerd-20]

When a fanfic writer puts a nickname you think Is icky in their smut fic