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Raise Up This Gift, I'll Sharpen the Knife: Chpt. 4 Ostagar
Rating: M || WC: (3,237/11,299) || Ostagar Arc || Chpt: 4/25
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Chapter Excerpt:
The one where Mirenan bungles a greeting.
Blackwall wasn’t Blackwall anymore. The Maker blessed him with a chance to live his whole life over again, sentient from the first, blasted breath. And he took that chance and ran with it. He didn’t go to Orlais this time—that path only led in one direction, and he didn’t much like the sorry bastard he became at the end of it. But remaining in Ferelden meant he had the Blight looming in his future, a guillotine’s blade hanging over his neck with the threads of the rope snapping, one by one. But the guillotine would have come in his path sooner or later, he figured, and he might as well give his life for a worthy cause. So he enlisted with the Grey Wardens, just as Blackwall had done in his former life, though this time on the Ferelden side. He was not so naive as to believe the Grey Wardens were all bleeding heart heroes, but even if they weren’t born good men and women, they were men and women ready to lay down their lives for the better good all the same. And so he was surrounded by his people and found in some way a home.
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Chapter-specific tags: Lavellan POV, Blackwall POV, Cailan, Daveth, Jory, Cullen
Chapter-specific warnings: No warnings for this chapter.
#Dragon age fanfiction#Dragon age Origins#Dragon age Inquisition#Time Travel AU#Raise Up This Gift#Mirenan Lavellan#My fic#Blackwall#Blackwall POV
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OC Info Tag - Hrulani
Found this tag game while going back into Dragon Age Hell. Anyone who sees this and wants to do it can.
Hrulani Lavellan
BASICS
Full name: Hrulani Lavellan Gender: Male (Trans btw) Sexuality: Bisexual Pronouns: He/him Family: Tan’enaste Lavellan (father), Sienna Lavellan (mother), Mirenan Lavellan (brother), Then’aren Lavellan (brother), Tarryn Mayr (aunt figure)
OTHER
Birthplace: Small Free Marches village called Timberfell Job(s): Inquisitor (Former Innkeeper of The Dancing Lily) Phobias: Autophobia (Fear of being alone) Guilty pleasures: Sneaking late-night snacks from the kitchens, loading his bed with pillows & blankets so he doesn’t feel like he’s sleeping alone, bringing home another stray cat, and baking to cope with anxiety & stress Hobbies: Needlework and card divination
MORALS
Morality alignment: Neutral Good Bad qualities: Withdrawn, lonely, fault-finding Good qualities: Idealistic, charitable, relaxed
THIS OR THAT?
introvert / extrovert / a bit of both organized / disorganized close-minded / open-minded calm / anxious / restless disagreeable / agreeable / in between cautious / reckless / in between patient / impatient outspoken / reserved leader / follower / flexible empathetic / unempathetic optimistic / pessimistic / realistic traditional / modern / in between hard-working / lazy / unmotivated
RELATIONSHIPS
OTP: Iron Bull OT3: Iron Bull & Blackwall BroTP/Platonic OTP: Josephine, Vivienne NOTP: Solas, Morrigan
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Winter Melting: Chpt. 8 Don't Say a Word
Rating: M || WC: (3,065/35,054) || Haven Arc || Chpt: 8/??
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Chapter Excerpt:
Mirenan meddles in a spell.
She next awoke, crouched in a flooded stone dungeon. Gleaming red crystals grew from the ground, pulsing with an energy more corrosive than heat. She choked and gasped in the puddle, holding back a retch. The noise of her arrival summoned a helmed guard into the cell of the dungeon. “Blood of the Elder One,” he growled, while another came up behind him, shouting, “Where’d they come from?” Mirenan couldn’t run, couldn’t even raise an arm to defend herself. But a blast of flame sizzled past her, setting the two men alight. They screamed as they cooked in their armor.
Chapter-specific tags/warnings below the cut.
Chapter-specific tags: Lavellan, Dorian, Leliana
Chapter-specific warnings: Moderately described violence, Major (canon) character death.
#dragon age fanfiction#Solavellan#solas x lavellan#My fic#dragon age inquisition#Mirenan Lavellan#Winter Melting#This was a big update#Posted much earlier than I expected because world events have got me in some kind of mood#so let's enjoy the worst timeline together!
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Winter Melting: Chpt. 5 Rogues in Rouge
Rating: M || WC: 5,591 (/21,773) || Haven Arc || Chpt: 5/??
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Chapter Excerpt:
Mirenan attracts the notice of a mystery archer while leaving the Duke's chateau. Meanwhile, roadblocks on the streets of Orlais leave Cassandra seeing red.
While Mirenan and Cassandra both stared dumbfounded, an arrow thudded into the post of the trellis between them, narrowly missing Mirenan’s nose and Cassandra’s elbow. The fletching was a bright scarlet, and Cassandra unraveled the note attached to it. Mirenan turned to where the arrow had been shot from. The walls of the trellis were not so thickly flowered as the roof, but thin wooden slats were woven up and down its arch, leaving only a checkered view of the other side. She peered through and saw two figures, the shorter in the mask of one of the chateau’s servants, and the other an elf dressed in garish plaideweave, visible in the dusk even from afar. That one lowered her bow for a wave. “What have you done now?” Cassandra tossed the scrap of parchment at Mirenan. The looping scrawl of letters read: Thanks for the distraction. Owe you one.—Friends of Red Jenny.
Chapter-specific tags/warnings below the cut.
Chapter-specific tags: Lavellan, Cassandra, Sera, Solas, various Orlesians.
Chapter-specific warnings: Fantasy racism/slurs, threats of sexual assault, death (background/minor characters).
#dragon age#dragon age inquisition#dragon age fanfiction#Solavellan#solas x lavellan#My fic#Mirenan Lavellan#Winter Melting
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Winter Melting: Chpt. 7 Hush
Rating: M || WC: 5,195 (/31,762) || Haven Arc || Chpt: 7/??
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Chapter Excerpt:
Mirenan left the party early for this?
Bull’s Chargers smuggled her into the Chantry to close the Rift there with none of the mages in Redcliffe the wiser. They fought back the demons, their numbers too great to be bothered by the wisps of magical wards lining the floors, though Mirenan grew dizzy watching the mercenaries whip by at different speeds—Krem charged by blindingly fast outpacing Skinner’s arrows. Mirenan waited in her hood, huddled behind Iron Bull’s hulking figure until Varric gave them a nod. Solas reinforced her barrier as she stepped out to close the rift with the same practiced flick of her wrist. This time Cassandra had not joined them—the Seeker had been tasked with negotiating with the grand enchanter Fiona at the tavern, taking Vivienne, Blackwall, and Cullen as back-up. When they reconvened at the tavern later, Mirenan judged from the Seeker’s scowl that the negotiations had not gone well. Blackwall looked grim as ever, but Vivienne, usually composed enough she hardly needed a mask to hide her expression, might as well have shouted for how much her single arched eyebrow exclaimed, “I told you so.” Cullen just looked relieved. “We’ll march the troops back to Haven,” he explained to the Iron Bull, who had surreptitiously joined him at the bar to order drinks. “It’s probably best we head back separately, to avoid arousing suspicion. You and the Chargers can rest here and ride back in the morning.” And so Mirenan found herself on a stool squished between Bull and Varric’s broad shoulders in a tavern half-packed with Chargers and half with wary-eyed mages.
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Chapter-specific tags: Lavellan, The Iron Bull, Solas, Varric, Dorian, Clan Lavellan OCs
Chapter-specific warnings: No content warnings for this chapter.
#dragon age fanfiction#Solavellan#solas x lavellan#My fic#dragon age inquisition#Mirenan Lavellan#Winter Melting
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Winter Melting: Chpt. 1 Acorns
Rating: M (for now) || WC: 2,143 (/2,143) || Chpt: 1/40(?)
Summary:
Mirenan Lavellan should have been born a mage. Instead, she's a hunter who can't hunt, the failure of her clan, and now the Inquisition's most shameful secret. In an Inquisition built around a god she does not worship with few she can call allies much less friends, all she wants is to go back to the clan she chose to leave. Given little choice, she agrees to play the role of faceless Herald to save Thedas from the rifts, but how long will it be until she messes this up too? And will she make it back in time for the next Wintersmelt, to answer the question she wears around her wrist?
Chapter Excerpt:
Where Mirenan heads to the Conclave.
Mirenan spent her childhood awaiting the day her magic would awaken. Two other children in the clan were close to her in age—Shamahl and Himireth. A bountiful two years for babes in the clan, but none were born in the years immediately before or the years immediately after, so they had only each other for friends. Together they learned the clan’s tradition of burying an acorn and meditating, envisioning the tree that would eventually sprout. Mirenan buried hers first thing every morning, meditating until her mother called her for breakfast. Each time she heard her mother’s voice, she would squint open an eye and her heart would fall to find the dirt still undisturbed.
The first chapter of an Inquisition fic I've been sitting on for far too long.
Chapter-specific tags/warnings below the cut.
Chapter-specific tags: Lavellan, Clan Lavellan OCs, Solas, brief Cassandra
Chapter-specific warnings: Bullying, referenced sexual assault, referenced fantasy racism, self-destructive thoughts
#my fic#Winter Melting#Mirenan Lavellan#Solavellan#solas x lavellan#dragon age inquisition#dragon age fanfiction
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Raise Up This Gift, I'll Sharpen the Knife: Chpt. 3 Wedding
Rating: M || WC: (2,709/8,062) || Origin Arc || Chpt: 3/25
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Chapter Excerpt:
The one where Mirenan holds her hand. And then doesn't.
“What’s this?” Mirenan rubbed her nose, which had taken the brunt of the damage, and looked up at the owner of the tunic she’d run into. His hair was a light chestnut, with a matching, trim beard. The silk of his clothes was woven with a delicate brocade, no more than a shimmer over the richly dyed colors. He had two other men in his company in similar tunics, but not so fine as his. A nobleman in the alienage, two lackeys in tow. Whatever reason brought them here could not be good. She lowered her gaze and mumbled an apology, hoping they would lose interest and walk on by. Instead, the nobleman offered her his hand. She stared at it with suspicion, knowing that to get involved would be a mistake, and yet she could think of no way to turn him down that would avoid insult. “Come now, I don’t bite,” he said, blazing a charming grin.
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Chapter-specific tags: Lavellan, Shianni, Soris, Blackwall, Vaughan
Chapter-specific warnings: Threat of sexual assault, violence. This is the City Elf origin, after all. D;
#Dragon age fanfiction#Dragon age Origins#Dragon age Inquisition#Time Travel AU#Raise Up This Gift#Mirenan Lavellan#My fic
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Winter Melting: Chpt. 6 Merc'ed Messages
Rating: M || WC: 4,792 (/26,567) || Haven Arc || Chpt: 6/??
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Mirenan discovers the real meaning of "blindside."
Perhaps that was how the Iron Bull snuck up on her, for she did not hear him at all until he asked, “What company do you serve?” After nearly jumping out of her skin, she turned to find him leaning against the Chantry wall. He raised his chin toward her gear. “A Dalish with Ferelden gear and an Orlesian bow. You have sellsword written all over you.” Mirenan looked down at her leathers and bow. All courtesy of the Inquisition. “I keep no company but my own,” she said.
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Chapter-specific tags: Lavellan, The Iron Bull, Bull's Chargers, Leliana.
Chapter-specific warnings: No content warnings for this chapter.
#dragon age fanfiction#Solavellan#solas x lavellan#My fic#dragon age inquisition#Mirenan Lavellan#Winter Melting#Ahhh this is so late...#and the next one will be a while yet I think...#November is beginning to look real busy#And I keep thinking up new scenes to add...#T-T
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Winter Melting: Chpt. 4 Orlesian Iron
Rating: M || WC: 6,059 (/16,178) || Haven Arc || Chpt: 4/??
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Chapter Excerpt:
Mirenan scrambles to keep the Inquisition from making a terrible mistake.
It’s not like the three of them were trying to hide it from her—not even the Nightingale, for all of her secrets. If it had been secret, surely it would have been locked away, not just left there on top of the pile on the Ambassador’s desk. Dismissed from reporting on events in the field after a return to Haven, she ducked into the side room the Ambassador had made her study to pass off a parcel to the sour-faced elven mage who shared it. (An ex-Dalish, apparently. Mirenan suspected that was why Cassandra had requested her to deliver it in the first place, perhaps expecting them to bond over their common heritage. The Seeker could be quite naïve in some ways, Mirenan was beginning to realize.) And while the mage hurried off grumbling in search of another misplaced parcel to be delivered back to Cassandra, Mirenan’s eyes happened to fall upon the Ambassador’s desk, where the letter happened to have been left out atop a ream of notes. You are cordially invited… at the Chateau of Duke Bastien de Ghislain. Yours, Vivienne de Fer The attached envelope held only one word in exquisite silver calligraphy: Herald. A line from a tavern song she had once heard in Val Royeaux began to echo in her head: “Beware, beware, Madame de Fer…”
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Chapter-specific tags: Lavellan, Cassandra, Vivienne, various Orlesians
Chapter-specific warnings: Fantasy racism/slurs, non-consensual groping
#dragon age inquisition#dragon age fanfiction#Solavellan#solas x lavellan#My fic#Mirenan Lavellan#Winter Melting
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Winter Melting: Chpt. 3 Con(scripted) Men
Rating: M || WC: 3,397 (/10,114) || Chpt: 3/40(?)
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Summary:
Mirenan Lavellan should have been born a mage. Instead, she's a hunter who can't hunt, the failure of her clan, and now the Inquisition's most shameful secret. In an Inquisition built around a god she does not worship with few she can call allies much less friends, all she wants is to go back to the clan she chose to leave. Given little choice, she agrees to play the role of faceless Herald to save Thedas from the rifts, but how long will it be until she messes this up too? And will she make it back in time for the next Wintersmelt, to answer the question she wears around her wrist?
Chapter Excerpt:
Mirenan accidentally recruits a new companion while trying to enjoy some alone time.
Even crossing the little campground was suspicious enough to attract the attention of the dwarf as he sat on a crate, tuning his crossbow. “Where are you off to?” He raised an eyebrow. “Just wanted to sit by the water.” Mirenan pointed to the little pond formed at the base of a small waterfall. “You can’t commune with the forest from over here? Look, there’s a flower.” He gestured with the end of a pointed tool at one of the few buttercups that had yet to be squashed under a scout’s boot, then returned to adjusting a lever. “You know how we Dalish get.” Mirenan stared him down. “Would that be a problem for you?” “Something tells me the Seeker wouldn’t like it.” The dwarf held up the crossbow, aiming at the distant scenery, but he cracked a grin before setting it down. “But me? No skin off my back.”
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Chapter-specific tags: Lavellan, Clan Lavellan OCs, Varric, Blackwall
Chapter-specific warnings: Death (Minor/Background Characters)
#dragon age fanfiction#Solavellan#solas x lavellan#My fic#dragon age inquisition#Mirenan Lavellan#Winter Melting
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Raise Up This Gift, I'll Sharpen the Knife: Chpt. 9: The Chantry
Rating: M || WC: (3,662/31,651) || Lothering Arc || Chpt: 9/25
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Chapter Excerpt:
The one where Mirenan can't let sleeping bulls lie.
Mirenan might not know her way around shem buckles, but she knew how to filch a key. She knew too, how to hold the rest of the keys on the ring so none of them made a sound while she worked. She knew to work the key slowly along, pressing open the ring with her thumb so the key never got stuck and never jolted the ring. She could have removed the key in her own sleep, with the Revered Mother none the wiser. Except the Revered Mother, falling even deeper into her nap, tilted her head far enough back that she woke herself with her own open-mouthed snore. Blinking through a yawn, she raised her arms in a stretch— —only to feel the tug of her keyring, still in Mirenan’s hands. “Maker!” the old woman yelped. “Unhand me and explain yourself!”
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Chapter-specific tags: Lavellan POV, Leliana, Cullen, Vivienne, Blackwall, The Iron Bull (POV)
Chapter-specific warnings: Violence/gore, death (both of a child and implied death of a major character), and allusions to torture.
#Dragon age fanfiction#Dragon age Origins#Dragon age Inquisition#Time Travel AU#Raise Up This Gift#Mirenan Lavellan#My fic
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Raise Up This Gift, I'll Sharpen the Knife: Chpt. 8: Lothering
Rating: M || WC: (4,104/27,989) || Lothering Arc || Chpt: 8/25
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Chapter Excerpt:
The one where deathroot grows amongst the wheat.
Only Blackwall gave an unconscious sigh as he stared at the nearby tavern, still full of rowdy laughter and music despite the pitched tents and parked wagons lined all the way up to its door. “Oh? So bread’s off the table, but ale’s still fair game?” Vivienne scoffed, and Mirenan started to scold her with a sharp, “Viv—” But Blackwall beat her to it. “Ale would at least fill the belly.” Despite the downward furrow of his brow, he didn’t appear to be angry at all with the enchantress. No, it was something between challenge and charm that Mirenan could not put a word to—something in a language she did not know. But Vivienne seemed to understand, and she seemed strangely persuaded. “You know, it might not be a bad idea. And with how popular this establishment appears to be, the price must not be too dear.” She turned to Cullen, who still had the pouch of silver. “You have got to be kidding.” All of Cullen’s resentment toward Vivienne blinded him to whatever persuasion lurked in Blackwall’s eyes. “Do you really expect me to open the purse strings so you can both drown yourselves in drink?”
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Chapter-specific tags: Lavellan POV, Blackwall POV, Cullen, Vivienne, The Iron Bull
Chapter-specific warnings: No warnings for this chapter. :)
#Dragon age fanfiction#Dragon age Origins#Dragon age Inquisition#Time Travel AU#Raise Up This Gift#Mirenan Lavellan#My fic#This is a bickering heavy chapter just like the last one#Although could you really call it an Origins runthrough if there is no bickering?#Lothering is like the IKEA of Thedas#Ending friendships before they ever begin#But there is a good Vivienne/Blackwall bonding scene that I quite like (if I do say so myself)#And dare I say the first glimmer of a Cullavellan spark?#Although maybe I guess the last chapter had some too now that I think of it#Cullavellan#Maybe I should start tagging that for relevant chapters
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Raise Up This Gift, I'll Sharpen the Knife: Chpt. 7 The Swamp
Rating: M || WC: (3,380/23,886) || Lothering Arc || Chpt: 7/25
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Chapter Excerpt:
The one where Mirenan eats stew but doesn't taste it.
Mirenan returned the spoon to the stew. “All I did was run. I didn’t even light the beacon.” “Not like it would have mattered. Loghain would never have given the order.” Cullen pushed away the next spoonful Mirenan brought him, and reached for the bowl himself, wincing as he moved his injured shoulder. Mirenan could avoid most of the pain in her ribs if she refrained from movement, so instead most of her pain concentrated in her fingertips, scraped and still tender from the climb up the wall. Such a useless pain, in the grand scheme of it all. She picked up the second lukewarm bowl, fingers burning against the contact. “Do you think it’s really okay for us to change what happened?” She couldn’t raise the spoon to her mouth. “What if it changes what happens ten years from now?”
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Chapter-specific tags: Lavellan POV, Cullen, Vivienne, Blackwall POV, Flemeth
Chapter-specific warnings: Gore, violence, minor character death.
#Dragon age fanfiction#Dragon age Origins#Dragon age Inquisition#Time Travel AU#Raise Up This Gift#Mirenan Lavellan#My fic
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Raise Up This Gift, I'll Sharpen the Knife: Chpt. 6 The Tower
Rating: M || WC: (4,026/20,505) || Ostagar Arc || Chpt: 6/25
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Chapter Excerpt:
The one where Mirenan makes a leap of faith.
Her hand shot out to grab Cullen’s arm. “A word, Warden?” At his nod, Mirenan went on ahead to rejoin the others, sending a puzzled look over her shoulder. “I don’t know what magic it takes to become a Warden, but you reek with how fresh it hangs on you.” Her claws dug in, lids lowered in a real glare. “Don’t you dare let it touch her. If the taint were to spread to the Anchor…” “Yeah, no telling what it would do,” he agreed. Definitely nothing good. Cullen didn’t need to be lectured about the unintended consequences of magic.
This is the final chapter of the Ostagar arc. On to Lothering!
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Chapter-specific tags: Lavellan POV, Cullen POV, Vivienne POV, Daveth, Jory, Blackwall
Chapter-specific warnings: Gore, violence, minor character death
#Dragon age fanfiction#Dragon age Origins#Dragon age Inquisition#Time Travel AU#Raise Up This Gift#Mirenan Lavellan#My fic#Whoops I'm really late with uploading this one
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Raise Up This Gift, I'll Sharpen the Knife: Chpt. 5 The Wilds
Rating: M || WC: (5,178/16,478) || Ostagar Arc || Chpt: 5/25
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Chapter Excerpt:
The one where Mirenan gets her hands dirty.
A voice cut through their silence from further up in the ruins. “Well, well. What have we here?” For all their careful watch for darkspawn, the voice still caught all four of them by surprise, with Daveth and Jory drawing their weapons. But it was Cullen and Mirenan who yelped at the sight of the strange yet familiar figure descending the ruined stairs. “Mother told me I’d find something interesting if I went into the Wilds today, and the Wilds did not disappoint.” The woman stopped halfway down the stairs to lean on one leg, away from the staff she ostensibly used as a walking stick. The evening Korcari sun slanting through the leaves glanced off the shiny hunk of breastplate she wore with the grace of a corset over a set of patchwork leather hides. At her waist, ruffles of red fabric were gathered as elegantly as a lady’s silk train. And her hair— If Cullen’s unexpected mane left Mirenan tripping over her words, this one only left her mute in its glory.
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Chapter-specific tags: Lavellan (POV), Cullen, Daveth, Jory, Vivienne (POV)
Chapter-specific warnings: Gore. Watch out for that first scene.
#Dragon age fanfiction#Dragon age Origins#Dragon age Inquisition#Time Travel AU#Raise Up This Gift#Mirenan Lavellan#My fic
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Raise Up This Gift, I'll Sharpen the Knife: Chpt. 1 Prologue* Chpt. 2 The Alienage
Rating: M || WC: (5,351/5,351) || Origin Arc || Chpt: 1 & 2/25
The Anchor has made me their tool, but it has not earned me their trust. Do you think they’d believe any warning I brought them? In a future Redcliffe of red lyrium and demons, Mirenan Lavellan convinces Dorian to make one small change to the spell that will transport them back to the time where they belong—a change to ensure their companions go back as well, memories of the dark future intact. But it’s no easy thing to alter such a complicated spell, and afterwards, Mirenan wakes up in a Fereldan alienage with no Anchor and no vallaslin. And it seems today is her wedding day… As Mirenan finds herself retracing the events of the Fifth Blight, will her choices doom Ferelden to the darkspawn? Or is returning to her proper time worth any price?
*The Prologue is a repeat of the last scene of Chapter 8 of Winter Melting. Mirenan's Inquisition journey begins in Winter Melting, but this fic will explore a side path that takes place between Chapters 8 and 9. The events that occur will have (mostly) no impact on the plot, and both fics can be read separately from each other with little impact on enjoyment.
Chapter 2 Excerpt:
Mirenan woke with a start in the bottom bunk of a threadbare bed, surrounded by walls of wood and plaster. She didn’t recognize them but took them as reassurance that she’d made it out of the castle somehow, and judging by the lack of any tainted glow to the pale shafts of sunlight falling from the window onto the uneven floorboards, also back before red lyrium had taken over Thedas. The creaks of wagon wheels, chatter, and faint laughter set her at ease, and she allowed her pounding head to rest back against the pillow. This wasn’t Haven—too warm, considering the room lacked a hearth, and not nearly enough clashing of swords and shem clanking around in armor. Perhaps someone had brought her to a farmhouse in Redcliffe to recover?
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Prologue: Lavellan POV, Dorian, Leliana Chpt. 2: Lavellan POV, Shianni, Soris, Blackwall
Chapter-specific warnings:
Prologue: Moderate violence, Major (canon) character death Chpt. 2: Unreality, questions of sanity.
#Dragon age fanfiction#Dragon age Origins#Dragon age Inquisition#Time Travel AU#Raise Up This Gift#Mirenan Lavellan
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