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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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Character Cuddle Scale
How to: rate your OC based on how they handle cuddling/being cuddled
Got tagged by @dungeons-and-dragon-age <3
(Not gonna tag anyone, if you see this and wanna do it, consider yourself tagged!)
Tavalen Mahariel: 7/10 surprisingly nice
He has complicated feelings toward it. In theory, he's a fan of being close like that to his friends and lovers, but in practice, he can NOT sit still for anything to count as cuddling. Loves holding hands though, you gotta keep your hands to yourself cause if you don't it WILL end up being intertwined with his. <3
Nayra Cousland: 3/10 Cactus In Humanform
Not a fan of physical closeness in general, so cuddling is a complete no-go for her. With time, she may come around to letting people she's close to hug her, which is the highest honour she could ever bestow onto a person. The most special person to her may even get a hug from her.
Fiadh Hawke: 9/10 THE cuddle-bear
No one is safe from her. She's touchy AND cuddly, if she doesn't want to hug or touch you every five minutes, you're in deep trouble, serah. She doesn't hug *every* person, but her friends and family are in constant danger of a bear hug.
Raine Hawke: 5/10 average little fella
He's fine with it, but he doesn't seek it out. If Bethany needs a cuddle, he will happily oblige for as long as she needs him to. He's great at hugging and cuddling, incidentally. He'd never say no to a friend that wants a hug
Mirenan Lavellan: 2/10 did you fill out the permission form?
Don't touch him. Don't even think about touching him, less so to hug him. There's a lengthy process you must go through to be allowed to be close to him like. Once you did that though? Barely anything changes, he's never the one to initiate anything, but he won't (overly) protest if the other person does.
Dirthara Lavellan: 6/10 Touch-Starved and Yearning
She's a Tough Guy, she doesn't need hugs, that's preposterous. What? No, she isn't close to tears because someone hugged her. Maybe she desperately, desperately wants physical closeness, someone to just hold her, but she also doesn't know how one goes about that. She can't just..ask someone for that!!
#oc: tavalen mahariel#oc: nayra cousland#oc: fiadh hawke#oc: raine hawke#oc: mirenan lavellan#oc: dirthara lavellan#oc things#tag game
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Prompt List
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When prompts are open, I’ll do prompts from these lists. Please provide the full prompt text, not just a number, and feel free to combine prompts.
Currently I’m only taking prompts for the Dragon Age fandom (games)
Pairings: I’ll give anything a try within reason.
Vibes: Bolded stuff
Prompt lists:
Touching Nostalgia The Dear Hunter lyrics Shit You Don’t Want to Hear Discovering Secrets Soft Sentence Starters Another List of Uncommon Words Eerie Autumn From the Hero Tea Party Write-a-Codex Prompts
Some existing characters available for requests (or just give me a class/race combo and I’ll make someone up on the fly):
Hero of Ferelden:
Leda Aeducan (canon romance Zevran) - rogue archer (ranger/duelist) Robin Amell (canon romance Alistair) - mage (healer/shapeshifter) Talin Mahariel (canon romance Morrigan) - warrior (champion/) Hawkes: Anthony Hawke (canon romance Anders) - mage (force/elemental)
Inquisitors:
Dascha Cadash (f Blackwallmancer) - rogue archer (tempest) Moreadhiel Lavellan (f Solasmancer) - mage (knight enchanter) Hareleth Lavellan (enby Solasmancer) - mage (Rift Mage) Karsi Trevelyan (f Cullenmancer) - dagger rogue (tempest) Keenan Trevelyan (m Dorianmancer) - S&B Warrior (Templar) June (Human MCIT Inquisitor, f Solasmancer) - mage
Rooks:
Renanehn Ingellvar (Elf, enby Taashmancer) - Mage (Necromancer) Leona de Riva (Human, f Emmrichmancer) - Rogue (Duelist)
Other OCs:
Hamin Surana (Inquisition requisition agent) - mage/hunter (arcane rogue) - specifically in Hareleth’s worldstate Boranehn (m Warden-Constable) - Tranquil, Rogue Archer Mirenan “Derrick” Sulevin (Agent of Fen’Harel) - Warrior (Templar) Hissera Saatareth (Vashoth Warden) - Mage (Blood Mage)
Random AUs I apparently have now:
Mage!Cullen AU (after Uldred’s assault on the Circle Tower, Cullen manifests as a mage) Warden!Fenris AU (Fenris fled to Ferelden instead of Kirkwall and joins the Grey Wardens. Leda Aeducan/Fenris) Vampire!Merrill (the spirit helping her with the eluvian was Hunger, and the side effects are... a bit much)
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hi! I’m Crow! Here’s a brief(ish) summary of my DA OCs while I work on something better.
canon worldstate:
rohan brosca: he/they, dual handed rogue, zevran romance
nicholas hawke: he/him, force mage, fenris romance
codessa “cody” liath: she/they, dual handed rogue, cullen romance
[companion ocs]
eirin cadash: she/her, two handed, unrequited!varric romance
keala ghilain: she/her, spirit mage, barris romance
[npc ocs]
mirevas surana: she/her, barkeeper, sera romance
romilly amell: she/her, theoretical arcanist, bull romance
iliad worldstate:
thetis mahariel: she/her, archer rogue, leliana romance
briseis hawke: she/they/he, blood mage, merrill romance
patroclus kokkinos: he/him, two handed warrior, ??? romance
[companion ocs]
silvain “butler”: he/him, dual wielding rogue, dorian romance
sekhmet adaar: she/him, archer rogue, sera romance
[npc ocs]
tatenen aqun: xe/xir, rivaini seer, josephine romance
zolah kondrat: she/her, sword and shield warrior, varric’s publisher
damocles kokkinos: he/him, spec unknown, patroclus’ little brotherÂ
current playthrough:
elisedd cousland: he/him, sword and shield warrior, morrigan romance
eponine hawke: she/her, archer rogue, sebastian romance
eluvia lavellan: she/they, spirit healer, solas romance
assorted w/o worldstates:
iapetus mahariel | cassius tabris | mirenan surana | baldr aeducan | dis aeducan | islay cousland | brenna cousland |
aramis hawke | ygraine hawke | oberon hawke | caspian hawke | nerissa hawke | nimue hawke
poppy rolfe | phoebus | rigel | yuda lavellan | orrin cadash | foxglove & wolfsbane |
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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.Â
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 divinationÂ
MORALS
Morality alignment: Neutral Good Bad qualities: Withdrawn, lonely, fault-finding Good qualities: Idealistic, charitable, relaxedÂ
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 / unmotivatedÂ
RELATIONSHIPS
OTP: Iron Bull OT3: Iron Bull & Blackwall BroTP/Platonic OTP: Josephine, Vivienne NOTP: Solas, MorriganÂ
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Winter Melting: Chpt. 5 Rogues in Rouge
Rating: M || WC: 5,591 (/21,773) || Haven Arc || Chpt: 5/??
(-> Read from the beginning)
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.
Chapter-specific tags/warnings below the cut.
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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Winter Melting: Chpt. 6 Merc'ed Messages
Rating: M || WC: 4,792 (/26,567) || Haven Arc || Chpt: 6/??
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Chapter Excerpt:
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.
Chapter-specific tags/warnings below the cut.
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…”
Chapter-specific tags/warnings below the cut.
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.”
Chapter-specific tags/warnings below the cut.
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. 3 Wedding
Rating: M || WC: (2,709/8,062) || Haven 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.
Chapter-specific tags/warnings below the cut.
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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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?
Chapter-specific tags/warnings below the cut.
Chapter-specific tags:
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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Winter Melting: Chpt. 2 Blessings
Rating: M || WC: 4,547 (/6,699) || Chpt: 2/40(?)
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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:
Where Mirenan wakes up on the wrong side of the bed.
Mirenan awoke, on top of a stiff mattress, groggy and shivering, but alive. The small wooden hut kept out the cold, but the place stank of woodsmoke from the fire built up in the hearth. She felt uneasy, trapped within four walls again, but at least these had two small windows. She yanked the blanket off of the mattress and draped it over her shoulders to huddle by the fire. As the shivering began to subside, the aches replaced them—a dullness in the back of her head, a bruised hip and shoulder, a tender ankle. And a stinging in her palm. She pulled her hand out of the blankets to examine the green light that had seared itself across her palm. The light was not as vivid as she remembered, having settled into a deeper emerald with only glints of something brighter in tune with—what, shifts in the light? Her pulse? Some deeper, primal rhythm?
Chapter-specific tags/warnings below the cut.
Chapter-specific tags: Lavellan, Clan Lavellan OCs, Cassandra, Leliana, Cullen, Josephine, Varric, Solas
Chapter-specific warnings: None!
#My fic#Winter Melting#Mirenan Lavellan#Solavellan#solas x lavellan#dragon age inquisition#dragon age fanfiction#Hallelujah#Banter-heavy chapter
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Currently a Veilguard-free zone!
Dragon Age side blog. I tag like a madwoman. Currently avoiding DA4 spoilers as I'll probably play the game super late (/cry), so my tumblr activity may be sporadic.
In the meantime I'm furiously writing two semi-linked DA long fics when hit with insomnia or procrastinating on work.
Main: @kanpeki-bekki
Ao3: Aleyo
Fic Status
Winter Melting || [M] DA: Inquisition, Solavellan longfic.
Most recent chapter: Chpt. 8 (2024.11.7)
Tentative buffer up to Chpt. 10
Tags: Winter Melting, Mirenan Lavellan
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?
Raise Up This Gift, I'll Sharpen the Knife || [M] DA: Inquisition x DA: Origins, Time Travel AU
Most recent chapter: Chpt. 3 (2024.11.10)
Tentative buffer up to Chpt. 10
Tags: Raise Up This Gift, Mirenan Lavellan
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?
Raise Up This Gift is a time travel detour from the main plot of Winter Melting following the events in Future Redcliffe in Chapter 8. Neither fic is required to enjoy the other.
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