#anora x morrigan

[illusivesoul]

Heyoooo! I come bearing a prompt: "Sunset in her eyes" for Morrigan and anyone you like.

Hi, friend! Sorry it took me so long, but I finally finished it.

Went with Morrigan and Anora. Once again, I went overboard and the story goes pass the word limit for the ask, so the full thing is here!

The first part of the story under the cut.

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Sunset in her Eyes

Anora had it all planned. The table and bookshelves had been dragged in front of the door as a makeshift barricade, the ache of arm muscles not used to physical effort as they once had been serving as testament to her exertions. The moment one of Howe's men, or if the Maker was feeling kind that day, the bastard Rendon himself walked in to finally get rid of her, she would hit him with the dagger directly in the throat or between the eyes. She'd then grab a weapon and fight her way out. Not a plan worthy of the daughter of Ferelden's greatest general, but it was the only she had. She had not, however, expected the door to start glowing. The spell Howe's mage had cast on the door to lock her in must be going awry. "Or the bastard finally decided to just burn me alive like a coward" Anora told herself as she ducked behind her improvised defenses. "A dagger and tin armour against a mage. How’s that for a challenge, Anora?" The enchanted door began creaking and twisting, the metal and wood groaning as the magic that held them in place was consumed by the fire being thrown from the other side, until they finally gave way with a loud thud that echoed across the room. "And there's that" a woman's voice pierced through the smoke. Sweat rolled down Anora's face as she pressed herself against the wall, her eyes still half closed due to the heat still emanating from the charred door and from the staff of the mage who had just entered the room, the wood filled with carvings and trinkets glowing crimson like the fire they had just helped to create. "You're alright?" Morrigan replied as she stretched her hand towards the queen from the other side of the overturned table. Her heartbeat still beating in her ears, Anora felt bedazzled while looking into Morrigan's eyes, the irises bright like a newly minted sovereign, their yellowish hue singing of mystery and power, the Fade and the Black City echoing distantly in them. "I am unharmed. Thank you" Anora answered as she took Morrigan's hand and stood "You're one of the warden's people, yes?" "I am no one's people, woman. But I am assisting the Warden. For the moment, at least" "You're chasind? You must not know who I am to speak to me so" The woman let out a hearty laugh that dripped with sarcasm "Let me guess. You're lady this and that, married to lord Fancy Shoes, and you've taken offense to being talked to in such a disrespectful way by a southern barbarian. Or you could be the queen we came to rescue. Not that there's much difference between the two, after all. Thought I must say, the queen of Ferelden in a common soldier’s armour is a most amusing sight" Anora felt the bitter sting building up in her stomach. She had always prided herself in being better than most nobles, but the truth in the mage's words had gone past the thick skin she had built from her years at court. "Yes, my offense is great, but I'd prefer to be outraged somewhere where my life isn't at risk. I assume Eamon sent you?" "Most perceptive indeed. The warden is down in the dungeon, taking righteous and glorious revenge against this Howe man" "If the Warden guts Howe, that would be appreciated by most fereldans" Anora replied, her eyes discreetly roaming across the woman's shape "But regardless, I'd be most gratefulif you could get me out of here" "Follow me. Don't get too far. I'd prefer not having to endure another of Cousland's rants as to how careless I was if you were to die under my watch" "I'll be sure to not lose you," Anora discreetly swallowed hard, mentally reprimanding herself over the fact that the sight of the mage's barely covered breasts had replaced all the anger she had felt for Howe by far more improper thoughts.

Morrigan walked out of the room, her latest verbal sparring match with Elissa Cousland leading nowhere as it always did. Yet, it had become a good way to let out her frustrations. She walked across the empty hallways, where no one roamed this late into the night. Well, no one but Elissa on her way to make the bard sing those late night tunes she was so bad at hiding. "At least this time they're on another floor" Morrigan thought before seeing the light coming from the only open door on the corridor. Reaching the entrance, she saw the queen sitting in front of the fireplace, her gaze fixated on the large portrait of the recently deceased king which towered over the room. “Did you love him?” Anora slightly turned her head, just enough to see Morrigan standing by the door. The whisper of a smile formed on the queen’s lips. It was refreshing having someone not constantly treat her with royal deference, though she would not admit it “Love? In a way. We both had many things we loved, and we had been together all our lives. We weren’t unhappy, but… well, I guess we had as good a marriage as we could” “Curious” “Curious why?” “How you grieve for someone you didn't truly love. And if this Cailan was anything like his brother, I find it even harder to see anyone mourning his loss" The queen remained silent for a moment, her gaze returning to the large portrait of Cailan that dominated the room. “Yes… most curious how losing someone you've known so closely for decades may be difficult. Perhaps the sense of familiarity and loss in different in the Wilds” “You could always remarry if the prospect of loneliness troubles you so. Is that not what is expected from you royal women? To be always married and make heirs and their spares?” “If you had a large white beard, I could have sworn I was talking to Eamon” Anora answered as she stood and walked towards the chair by the window that overlooked the courtyard of Eamon's state “Regardless, if Eamon has his way, the throne will go to your friend, Alistair” The chuckle Morrigan let out echoed across the room “Alistair is not my friend” “That much was clear. But at least I made you smile. I imagine that’s quite the achievement in itself. Now, if you were looking for someone to have another shouting match with, since apparently your fight with Elissa didn't leave you sated, I suggest you go to Eamon and tell him that the Theirin bloodline is not a sacred gift from the Maker himself. He will give you all the fighting you could possibly want” "You heard my little disagreement with the warden" Anora chuckled, "I'm sure my father in the royal palace heard it. I learned years ago not to bother arguing with Elissa. She can be somewhat… abrasive" "And here I thought it was gulping down darkspawn blood which had soured her spirits. Interesting to know that she has always been such a delight" The sarcasm was evident in the witch's voice, yet Anora answered nonetheless "Her arguments with my husband were legendary. There ever really was only one thing that made that woman happy. Well, made a lot of women happy, to put it in a way" Morrigan remained silent for a moment, her eyes slightly widening as the realization dawned on her once she saw the coy expression on the queen's face "She bedded you too. My, my. Now it's clear how you endured those years at Cailan's side". "It was always a pleasant time when the Couslands came to Denerim. The downside was having to endure Elissa's manners when outside the bedroom. But enough about that" Anora stood and reapproached the fireplace "In case my head remains on my shoulders after the Landsmeet, how would you like to be the arcane advisor to the court?"

[anneapocalypse]

Anne's Dragon Age Femslash!

Happy Femslash February! Have a list of all the F/F fics I've written for Dragon Age so far. Listed from shortest to longest. Ratings are noted here; please check AO3 tags for full list of warnings/content notes.

Herald's Rest. Female Trevelyan/Sera, 370 words, rated M. The Inquisitor finds a respite.

In Darkness Enveloped. Cassandra/Leliana, 1800 words, rated E. The Conclave is destroyed. The Divine is dead. The Left Hand and Right Hand are at odds, and at loose ends. It's the worst of times. It's certainly the worst possible time for this.

What We Can Do Together. Shianni/Briala, 2000 words, rated T. Briala has never called her away from Denerim before, so Shianni can only assume this is important.

Gifts of the Hunt. Female Mahariel/Morrigan, 13000 words, rated M. Lyna Mahariel follows Morrigan through the eluvian, leaving behind her life with the Wardens and with her Dalish clan. With only each other, Morrigan's child, and the magic of a long-forgotten past, what kind of future will the two of them have together?

No Woman Rules Alone. Anora Mac Tir/Female Tabris, 34000 words, rated E. Warden Tabris convinced Anora and Alistair to marry for the good of Ferelden, to unite the lands against the darkspawn. They have settled into a functional partnership and even friendship, but there is no love between them and they both know it. Over time, Anora finds that it is the Warden-Commander and Arl of Amaranthine who has won not only her respect, but her heart.

[curiousthimble]

Chapter update! The story stalled me for a minute, but I swear I haven’t forgotten my heroine or her lovable companions. 

Chapter 182: The Arl's Estate

Sneaking into the Arl of Denerim's esate is much easier than breaking Queen Anora out of it, but Hera finds a friend and ally along the way.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17082974/chapters/119038660

[queenaeducan]

Introduce your Hero of Ferelden

Codex Entry: Tamar Aeducan

From the writings of Shaper Gertek, scholar of Paragons.

I was blessed by the ancestors to know Paragon Tamar before she was elevated to the heights of her ancestor, Aeducan. Hers is a tale for the ages, the one Paragon whose name is as well-regarded on the Surface as it is among her people.

I knew her as an even-keeled woman, the moderate voice between her brothers. It is easy to see her influence in the reign of King Bhelen, whose wisdom often mirrors his beloved sister's. What madness took her in the Deep Roads that led to Prince Trian's death, we will never know, but the Ancestors have seen fit to forgive her, and so, too, shall I.

Regrettably, her exploits overground rely entirely upon the word of Topsiders, but I have heard it on good authority that Paragon Tamar is a queenmaker as well as kingmaker. Ferelden's queen owes much to our beloved Paragon, and has used her influence to help Orzammar win back thaigs long thought lost to our kingdom.

So long as our princess, our Paragon draws breath, no dwarf in Orzammar need ever beseech the ancestor for favor- they may rest easy knowing it is already assured.

Tamar Aeducan is @theshirallen's OC but is my world state's OC. She crowned Anora and Bhelen, destroyed the Anvil, brokered peace between the werewolves and elves, and saved Connor with the Circle's help. In-game she sacrifices herself at the Battle of Denerim, but in fic she lives on when Loghain and Morrigan undergo the Dark Ritual. She marries Gorim Saelac after the events of Origins, and never returns to Orzammar. Further reading: - Shooting Stars (Gorim x Tam) - Forbidden Kiss (Gorim x Tam) Prompts: Here

[seigeocs]

Ships and Characters

Skyrim

My OCs + their ships. Farkas Vilkas Brynjolf

Fallout 3 Butch Cross Jericho Charon

Fallout New Vegas (if it’s not obvious, I really like the ladies in NV) Boone Lily Bowen Raul Cass Veronica

Fallout 4 All of the romance options Deacon Maxon The Raider bosses in Nuka World except the Black siblings

Fallout (TV Series) Ghoulcy Maximus x Lucy

Destiny 1 Any of my OCs Siobhan x Emyr Siobhan x Shaxx Siobhan x Uldren

Destiny 2 Any of my OCs Siobhan x Crow Siobhan x Shaxx

Dragon Age: Origins Any of my OCs established ships F!Cousland x Anora, F!Warden x Leliana, F!Warden x Morrigan, M!Warden x Morrigan, M!Warden x Zevran, F!Warden x Zevran

Dragon Age: Awakening F!Cousland x Nathaniel Howe, F!Cousland/Anders, F!Warden x Varel

Dragon Age 2 I’ll write for any of the characters and ships in DA2.  My favorites are: F!Hawke x Fenris, F!Hawke x Isabela x Fenris, F!Hawke x Varric, M!Hawke x Fenris, M!Hawke x Fenris x Isabela

Dragon Age: Inquisition I like almost all of the ships.  I struggle to write Solas so he’s just not available unfortunately.  Not that I don’t like his character, I just suck at writing him. My OCs and their ships, Dorian x Bull are some of my favorite.  I also love writing interactions that don’t involve smut for the companions as well.

Dragon Age Veilguard (when it comes out as I’m trying to keep away from most of the game information)

Mass Effect F!Shep x Kaidan, F!Shep x Ashley, F!Shep x Garrus, F!Shep x Tali (DON’T CARE IF THEY WEREN’T OFFICIAL, THEY EXIST TO ME).

Mass Effect 2 F!Shep x Garrus, F!Shep x Thane, F!Shep x Zaeed, F!Shep x Garrus x Thane, F!Shep x Tali, F!Shep x Miranda, M!Shep x Jack

Mass Effect 3 Same ship as 1 and 2.  I also write F!Shep x James Vega but in the non creepy Citadel DLC way.  That doesn’t exist in my canon.

Stardew Valley I’ll write smut about many of the characters in the game.  My one farmer is shipped with Harvey and my other is shipped with Leah.  If you give me characters I’ll make it work.  My only line in the sand is I will not write any cheating.

BG3 *waves hand to OCs* I’ll write whatever for them and their ships.  If you request BG3 just give me some options and I’ll figure it out.

Helluva Boss* Established canon ships!  I am loving the angst with Blitz and Stolas right now.

Hazbin Hotel* Established canon couples, Angel Dust x Husker (mostly fluff for these two because Angel Dust needs it).  I won’t write Alastor in any romantic ships.

My Hero Academia*

I mostly write Reader insert fics for MHA.  I also write ships between characters too.  Platonic fluff, found family, sarcasm, and anything that is G to T rating is for every character.  My main ships: Midnight x Eraserhead x Mic Midnight x Eraserhead Mic x Eraserhead Fatgum x Mirko Fatgum x Hawks Fatgum x Eraserhead All Might x Eraserhead Mirko x Shigaraki (Don’t question it, I love the toxicity of it) Compress x Twice Twice x Hawks Hawks x Dabi

Demon Slayer*

My OC x Rengoku My Demon OC x Muzan Reader Inserts for all the over 18 characters I also write platonic found family for all the characters

Kaiju No. 8*

Hoshina is my absolute favorite character in this show. Kafka Hibino is a close second Narumi (omg the anime did him a disservice so badly) Eiji Hasegawa Haruichi Izumo Iharu Furuhashi Reno Ichikawa

Any any platonic, fluff, cute stuff with any of the characters

Haikyuu

As everyone in the main cast is over 18 by the end of the manga, I’ll write all the characters.  It’s mostly Reader Inserts but I’m open to OCs and character x character ships.

One Punch Man

Saitama Genos Atomic Samurai Blast Zombieman

[vigilskeep]

Voted Cousland x Morigan because of that one post you made ages ago about Cousland marrying Anora and getting everything, then leaving it all behind following Morigan through the Eluvian

omg i cant believe people remember that, i think that was the first one i did of that original run of dao ship asks... anyway so correct cousland/morrigan is soooooo good

[ziskandra]

I received two extremely delightful gifts in the The Black Emporium exchange for Dragon Age rarepairs, and they have just tossed me right back into the depths of my Mac Tir feelings!

So Tangled Up Its Hard to Know (Loghain/Female Cousland) Set during the Inquisition era! I just love the intimacy of two old comrades reconnecting and it leading into something more 💖

open your heart like the gates of hell (Anora/Morrigan) Morrigan and Kieran end up living at the royal palace after Morrigan becomes Anora’s arcane advisor, and there is PINING and COMPLICATIONS in regards to Kieran’s parentage 👁

Looking forward to reading more of the collection and collating more recs over this coming weekend!

[thiefbird]

Married Anora / Alistair with Anora absolutely sick of hearing about Dirthail constantly: Oh, if I could go back in time When you only held me in my mind Just a longing, gone without a trace from https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nOWGp1zhcVE

@dadrunkwriting

"And then Dirth, of course-"

"Oh, dear Maker, husband, "Anora sighed. "If you mention him again I'll believe you are in love with him."

Alistair gaped at her. Him, in love with Dirthail? Ridiculous. "I beg your pardon?"

"You speak of him constantly, you make eyes at him when he appears in court. What else am I to think?" Her eyes sparkled with merriment as she teased him. "Do not think I am complaining, dear husband. Only simply commenting on a trend."

"I- he-" Alistair spluttered incoherently for a moment. "He has Morrigan again!"

"Hmm... that would not affect your love for him. Besides, I have you. And yet that does not stop me." She looked thoughtful. "He keeps company with that blond apostate often, as well. Dalish are not so prudish as we, in matters of the heart, Alistair.

He was not- could not be- in love with Dirth. They had not even spoken outside court in years, not since his fellow Warden had taken so very well to politics and contrived for Alistair's nemesis to also be his father-in-law. Yes, that had worked out better than expected, and it was not like Loghain was around. And of course his grudge against the elf had faded almost immediately, and had been replaced by pondering how his former friend was handling being Arl, or raising a child, or...

Oh dear Maker. He was in love with Dirth.

"I..."

"Do not look so frightened, husband." Anora rose from her seat and embraced him. "You may not speak with him, but he writes to me frequently. Go to him."

Alistair sagged into her arms. "Tomorrow. I must go tomorrow..."

"Then I will write to him tonight, to expect you."

[alexafrantasy]

Alistair is not the most lucky guy in my lore, ngl :)))

[sidhelives]

Thanks @kittynomsdeplume and @noire-pandora for the tag!

We've got a double whammy this week

The first one-shot I've been working on is an idea I had at the beginning of the year and never followed through with at the time. It involves Leliana/Morrigan and an emotional reunion come Inquisition:

"Can I help you, Morrigan?"

It was the first time Leliana had spoken to her in ten years.

Her voice was professional and cold, which shouldn't have been surprising, shouldn't have hurt the way it did deep in Morrigan's chest.

"I wanted to speak to you," she responded, tone softer than she had intended.

Leliana didn't move, attention still seemingly focused on the faint lines dividing Ferelden and Orlais. "If it is related to our struggle against Corypheus I advise you go directly to the Inquisitor. Otherwise, I'm sure Josephine can assist with anything you require."

Dismissive. Short. Nothing like she was before. Had Morrigan done that when she left? Or had it happened in the decade that she wasn't there?

"I don't wish to speak to the Inquisitor or Ambassador Montilyet. I wish to speak to you," Morrigan clarified firmly. Her hands were balled into fists at her sides, nails digging into her palms. The sharp pain gave her something to focus on besides the tempest rolling through her.

"There is nothing which requires discussion between us I'm afraid." Another dismissal. Still she didn't so much as glance over her shoulder. "If there is nothing else—"

"Leli, please," Morrigan cut her off, the woman's inattention pushing the anxiety in her stomach from between her lips.

Leliana's head snapped around to fix her with a hard, furious glare. "Do not call me that. You relinquished the right to any such niceties when you disappeared."

Understandably that is a little heavy. As an emotional break I've also been working on a fluffier one-shot involving Anora/Alistair prior to their wedding:

Alistair's spoon clinking against the bottom of his bowl rang like a gong in the uneasy silence. Anora was endlessly grateful that he didn't slurp like his late brother had. Her own spoon never touched porcelain as it dipped carefully in and out of her bowl, years of etiquette training branding the delicate movements into her bones. Her new fiance had no such training, no hard wired code of conduct drilled into his mind and muscles. He had been no one in Eamon's court, a favored pet of the Arl, free to do as he wished until the Orlesian harpy had him shipped to the Chantry. Was it jealousy, Anora wondered, that rested on the back of her tongue like bile? Her own childhood had been a rigorous series of preparations for her eventual position at Cailan's side. Alistair had not been groomed for rule and yet it had been handed to him by those same men who watched her master every step and turn of the dance, who had observed her pulling strings around Cailan's shoulders to keep the country from falling into ruin for five years before the Blight.

Hoping they'll both be finished this week 🎉

Tagging: @the-cryptographer @piecesofsolaswriting @frostyfelassan @hezjena2023 @beaubartley

[illusivesoul]

Thank you for the tag! My brain was so excited to think of rarepairs that I almost went completely crazy on this one and throw all the weird stuff I ever thought about at you. But I try to stay civil:

Anora x Morrigan Loghain x Wynne (sorry)

And something I've been thinking about recently: Petrovsky x Alenko

(okay sorry that wasn't so civil after all lol)

Please feel free to throw all the weird things at me 😂 Rarepairs are my jam!

Anora and Morri would be so good for each other. I love the thought of Morri staying in Ferelden as magical advisor to Anora instead of going to Orlais, and the two of them raising Kieran together (and Kieran eventually being named Anora's succesor to the throne 👀)

Loghain and Wynne. I think they have potential for some hate sex, but I find it hard to see much between them that doesnt lead to them fighting to the death 😆

Petrovsky x Alenko is one that I've never thought about before, but sounds intriguing! Maybe Kaidan is put in charge of handling Petrovsky once hes a prisioner of the Alliance, and things develop from there 👀 I'd love to see a conversation between those 2

[merrilldidnothingwrong]

alright wholesome lesbian hcs, lets go lesbians! (quick side note, could you tag that last one with some sort of flashing tw please?)

as a birthday present dagna builds sera a lil bee that makes a white noise-esque sound that calms sera down when she's having sensory overload

velanna writes dalish stories in the journal the warden gives her not just for her future family, but also for sigrun bc she knows how much sigrun loves reading. they're often seen in the library reading together/to each other

cailan and anora never had a kid bc he's gay and she's a lesbian. anora is in a relationship with cauthrien (who's also a lesbian) and has been for years. anora is femme and cauthrien is butch/masc. whenever a day has been particularly hard for anora she goes to her room and cuddles her beefy wifey for the rest of the day

flemeth's insistence that morrigan do the dark ritual was a major source of comphet and morrigan didn't realize that until after kieran was born. she's seen more of the world at this point, has the time to do some self reflection, probably met a few other lesbians along the way (the warden included possibly). regardless of whether she's with somebody or not, she's confident in her identity and kieran loves his lesbian mom(s)

i'm sorry, this got longer than i planned, i just love lesbians lmao

yes sorry just added the tag

never be sorry! this is wonderful uwu 🥺🥺🥰🥰🥰

[milesmentis]

Well FORTUNATELY, through some cajoling (turning Morrigan down during the jealousy scene and then immediately giving Leliana some Ugly Boots) I have successfully avoided BioWare’s desperate attempts for me to fall for my female companions!

I am saving myself for MY QUEEN*!

(*with Zevran’s full knowledge and consent)

[perseus-veil]

dragon age: origins x shit my friends and I have said in discord

the warden: I have made a Mistake™

alistair: just because I don’t know all the drugs doesn’t mean I’m not tough

leliana: do u think jesus would be proud of me

zevran: I lov the Murder™

morrigan: google how to get dick when you look like a hungover swamp witch

wynne: I leave for 5 mins and everything is either on fire or someone is getting smothered in love

sten: god is dead we sold his corpse

shale: I wish I could dicc ppls

loghain: I am always here for madness and chaos... especially if I cause it

duncan: we truly are living in the dark timeline

cailan: trust me I am the science

anora: I take pride in destroying people

[vigilskeep]

guy who’s also throwing darts at a wall to see what sticks: whaddabout uhhh. morrigan x vivienne x court advisor bethany

morrigan x anora x bethy?

morrigan x vivienne x court advisor bethany is just what u get if mages decided rational debate has run its course and competitive kissing is the way to solve community issues

there’s so much going on in both these setups i feel like each of the pairings theyre made up of has enough to think abt before we get to this level

[mal-warebytes]

DAO: Alistair x Reader

Have You Ever Licked a Lamppost in Winter?

The Blight is over, and just as Morrigan said, you and Alistair survived. You don't care how, for she is gone, and all that matters now is the two of you finally together again. With Fereldan in the hands of Queen Anora, Alistair and you head out into the world to start again. The life of a Grey Warden isn't a fabulous one, but it beats having to deal with tiresome nobles trying to bark orders at you or run a country all your own.

You travel for a while, helping small towns in ways you can, sleeping under the stars at night. You're not sure how much time you'll have before the Calling catches up to you. 5 years? 10? 30? And you want to spend every waking moment until it takes you, with the man you love most.

Out past Lothering, you decide to make camp. The town suffered severely from the blight and you need to check supplies before deciding your next move and where to head after. While setting up the tent you turn to Alistair, watching as he fumbles around getting the sleeping sacks out.

"Alistair?" you call out his name with a questioning tone.

"Yyyees my love of mine?" he answers back in his whimsical way.

"If I heard the Calling tomorrow, what would you do?" you continue straightening out the top of the tent, avoiding his gaze as you ask.

You hear a thud as Alistair drops one of the sacks to the ground. "That's uh, that's something I would rather not think about," he makes his way over to you. "I suppose, I would go with you," he comes up beside you, wrapping his arms around your waist. "To the Deep Roads, that is."

You both look up to the sky and lean your head against him. Snow begins to fall, landing gently upon your faces. The cold nips at your cheeks, turning them slightly pink as you face each other. A warm embrace ends with a kiss. As your eyes flutter back open you decide what needs to be done, so you never lose this feeling again.

"Looks like we'll have to wrap ourselves up warm tonight," you look towards the tent. "I'll finish setting up while you grab the heavier blankets."

"Right," Alistair heads over, searching through the supplies and collecting the ram skins to make a softer bed for the two of you.

Once the tent is finished and the sleeping arrangements set up, you both huddle inside wrapped in each other's arms.

"Well, I guess this is as good as time as any," a coy smile spreads across your face.

"A good as time for what? Exactly?" Alistair gives you a puzzled look.

"Lick a 'lamppost'... in winter"

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