#another-rogue-trevelyan fanfiction

[another-rogue-trevelyan]

Alright, I swear I haven’t abandoned my dragon age fic, it’s coming as soon as school ends I promise.

But in the meantime I’m on a mass effect kick so here’s a possible opening to what is most likely going to become and femshep x kaidan fic

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Earth, 2157

Whatever was happening, Kaidan was sure it wasn’t good.

Nobody had been able to get a clear reading all day, but something was overwhelming the systems. Had that not been argument enough, the summons from Anderson had made it clear as crystal. The Captain approached in his dress blues, a deep-set line of worry fixed in his stony expression.

This was bad.

“Anderson,” Kaidan greeted. “I- Shepard?”

At first, he was sure his eyes were playing tricks on him - long hours in fluorescent lighting, maybe the start of another migraine - but there she was, back in an Alliance issue uniform and shaking hands with James Vega, a hulk of a soldier steadily making his way up the ranks. She turned slowly, a question in her eyes and a brow slightly piqued.

“Kaidan.”

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I’ve been a little MIA with work (almost done!), but thank you so much to everyone who has tagged me! I’ll be back soon!

For WIP Wednesday tomorrow (or whenever) I’m tagging @kemvee @cartadwarfwithaheartofgold @hawkeish @emerald-amidst-gold @a-shakespearean-in-paris @wardenari @kunstpause @noire-pandora @charlatron @musetta3

[in-arlathan]

Destiny’s Edge

[Read on AO3]

Characters: Female Lavellan & Male Trevelyan | Tags: OC Crossover, Pre-Canon, Angst & Grimdark Vibes, A Dash of Dalish Culture | Rating: Mature | Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Discrimination, Slurs, Alcoholism/Alcohol Abuse

Two rogues on their way to the Conclave in Haven. Destiny will decide which one of them will become Inquisitor.

Length:  6,065 words | Status: Complete

This is a love letter to @johaeryslavellan and their wonderful Inquisitor Tristan Tevelyan. Thank you for allowing me to bring your boy to my messed-up Lavellan world state. I love him so much! ��︎

Tristan’s story, “A World With You”, is such a lovely piece of fanfiction. If you haven’t read it, please check it out. It’s amazing!

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She was tired to the bone when they finally reached the inn.

It was a shabby thing with small windows and frozen cobwebs hanging from the beam above the door. A wooden sign dangled in the wind, filling the air with a creaking sound that made her teeth ache. The writing on it was barely legible, but the painting of a boar’s head hadn’t completely vanished yet.

“Look at that, my dear Lavellan,” Sister Heloise said in a cheerful tone. “We‘ve made it!”

She cast a glance at the elderly woman. They had started their trek up the Frostback mountains at first light that day, crawling up the narrow path at a terribly slow pace, and somehow the cleric had still managed to keep her blithe spirit. Maybe there was something to this Maker of hers after all. Maybe her firm belief in him had gifted the old woman with a strength Lavellan had not seen in many humans before. Or maybe she owed it to the trusty mule that had been carrying her and a large part of their meager supplies up the serpentines.

“We made it,” she agreed with a wry smile on her lips, “but I didn’t expect the journey to take so long. We should have passed this village hours ago. If we keep getting delayed like that, we might miss this conclave.” She looked to the small collection of wooden huts that clung to a narrow plateau on the side of the mountain like climbing plants. Their roofs were covered with powdery snow and their windows gleamed with the warm light of hearth fires. Deep shadows crawled across the ridges of the mountain as the sun vanished in the West.

The sun was setting at an incredible speed in these parts. Just blink, and you’d miss it. Lavellan had never seen anything like it before. There was a steady pace to the change of night and day where she came from and the winters in the Free Marches weren’t as harsh as they seemed to be in Ferelden. Not even close. She really enjoyed the snow, though. The cracking sound it made when she walked was a pure delight. She only wished she could get rid of the heavy boots Sister Heloise had given her before they had boarded the ship to Ferelden. “They will help your little elven toes from falling off, my dear,” she had told her. “You’ll see!”

“Don’t be so grim, my dear” the cleric said and slipped out of the saddle. “It’s only another day’s travel until we reach the temple. Then our ordeal will be over. Now, come, help me get the saddlebags of our friend here.”

 Lavellan scoffed, lips still pursed in a smile.

“Sure.”

[Continue on AO3]

[lostinfantasies38]

Love Yourself Challenge

Tagged by @cartadwarfwithaheartofgold​​  thanks lovely!! 

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 favourite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc. ) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

1. Sun Touched

A novelization of DA: Origins with my fearless former Carta babe, Sirra Brosca.

I love this story soooo much!  It has so much heart and soul and highlights the experiences of a dwarven exile letting go of her dark past and opening herself up to new opportunities. Allowing herself to love and be loved, to make lasting friendships, to be who she is meant to be. Sirra is feisty and fierce, yet vulnerable and lost at the same time. She is relatable, and I definitely put a fair bit of myself in her. 

Full of dwarven headcanons and culture, it digs deep into the psychological effects of war and past trauma (i.e. mind the tags). Plenty of dark angst that I try to level out with sweet romance. This is probably my magnum opus and I love this world and my characters like they are my children.

It is not finished (this is a massive undertaking, I’ll have you know!) but it is a labor of love. I have not forgotten this story either and I fully intend to upload a new chapter soon. I’ve merely hit an awkward point in the story that I need to revise a bit, but never fear - Sirra will be back and kicking ass very soon!  

Read her story here on AO3!  

2. Find Me Well Within Your Grace

A Cullistair fic that is also becoming an epic. Set in an alternate universe in which Cullen and Alistair meet as boys at the Bournshire monastery, training to be Templars and fall in love. It will span seventeen years: pre-Blight, through the games during their separation, to their reunion in Skyhold during Inquisition. 

I was inspired to write this story after noticing there have been no attempts to do something along this vein since Swords and Broken Shields by the phenomenal elfroot (tumblr: @elfrooted​). I’m sure other writers did this out of respect, because S&BS is fantastic and I get nervous when I compare the two. Plus, this is another giant undertaking (I’m a masochist, apparently). But I couldn’t resist - the boys were begging me to write them, so here we are!

They are underage for a good portion of the fic so it won’t get explicitly sexy until they have aged up, which allows me to focus on their feelings and experiences as teens. A truly fascinating project, let me tell you! 

Go check it out, if you’re interested in what Commander Cullen was like as a boy or have ever wondered what growing up in a monastery surrounded by thirty recruits would be like. With my background in medieval history, I have taken the liberty to sprinkle that knowledge in the story and make it come alive.

Read their story here! 

3. You Give Me That Lovin’ Feelin’

This is my collection of one-shots and short stories compiled from @scharoux​ 14 Days of DA Lovers prompts for Valentine’s this year. All rare pairs (because that is my schtick!) and fluffy, fluffy, fluffy!  Seriously, it will give you cavities.

Pairings you will find within: Cullistair; Morristair (Morrigan x Alistair); Cullen x Josephine; Bethany Hawke x Nathanial Howe; Female Trevelyan x Varric Tethras; Alistair x Female Trevelyan; and Lace Harding x Female Lavellan

Read the tooth rotting fluff here! 

4. Careworn

Angst prompt from @somniaran​ featuring Varric.

Honestly, to this day, I don’t know where this came from. I read the prompt “Did you ever love me?” and this just… fell out of me in the span of two hours. I even managed to keep it under 800 words, which is a miracle - I’m very long winded.

I’ve tried to resurrect this magnificent prose since and I haven’t been able to nail it down. At least I have it here as proof that once, just once, my words touched heaven and blessed me with this unbelievable creation.

Angst inbound here on AO3!

5. Ruby Red

A Morristair gut punch of angst!  A reunion fic between Alistair and Morrigan at Skyhold that is awkward, but not antagonistic.  Yes, Kieran is there and you really need to go read it now!!

If you crave angst, and wish to sob into your comfort drink of choice, demanding the universe tell you why the author would rip your heart out and stomp it - this one is for you! 

It may hurt like hell, but it’s so fucking good and I’m inordinately proud of it. I may go back at some point and clean it up a bit, since I wrote this early in my re-emergence into fanfiction, but it will do for now. MIND THE TAGS.

Read how to break your heart in 6 chapters here! 

Well, this was a lot of fun! I hope my followers, new and old, find something interesting to pass the time. There are more works on my AO3 - these are just my top 5 faves.  

Tagging @fandomn00blr​ @darlingrutherford​ @ranawaytothedas​ @kita-lavellan​ @ginnyq​ @scharoux​ @kittimau​ @cornfedcryptid @cassandra-pentughasst @dalish-rogue @ginnyq @hanatsuki89 @hottyofhonnleath @jellysharkbat @jacklyn-flynn @kauriart @lucyrne (no pressure, of course!) Apologies for double tags and everyone I haven’t tagged is ALWAYS welcome to join in the fun! Share your faves with us! 💖 Stay safe friends!

[bold-house-trevelyan]

Get To Know Me!

why.. why would you wanna do that? aha -

i was tagged by @another-rogue-trevelyan

rules: you gotta tag nine people... [do i even know nine people?? ah well] 

tagging - i’m really sorry if you’ve been tagged before, but, i don’t really talk to a lot of people here so.. - ;^;

@aveline-the-dragon-slayer @insertcleverpunhere @ghilanilavellan @elgar-somniari @scentedstrangercreation @queergaymer @whatwouldfenrisdo @trashwarden @inquisitor-commander @crystalessences

Top Three Ships; 

only three? yikes, okay - well, obviously, Madeline Trevelyan and Cullen Rutherford. [They’re my icon, so I had to include them.]

Sera and Dagna, you guys, they’re so cute together.

And.. I seriously love Varric and Hawke’s friendship so much. Like, c’mon... I wish I had a friendship that great. 

Last song;

I’ve been obsessed with ‘All as One’ - by Miracle of Sound lately, I usually just have that on repeat while I’m writing my Dragon Age Fic. [Which very shameless plug - right here.}

Last Movie;

Hm, it’s been a hot minute since I watched a movie. Though, my go to is RDJ’s Sherlock Holmes. I love it. 

Currently Reading/Watching/Consuming;

Reading: This amazing fanfiction on A03 - ‘There is But One Truth.’ It’s fantastic, if you’re a dragon age fan, I really recommend it. 

Watching; RuPaul’s Drag Race - I’m pretty much watching whatever season I can, at this point. I promised my friend we’d watch the most recent season together. And it’s been a little bit since we’ve hung out - thanks social distancing.

Consuming; Pft, the entire Dragon Age game series. I’ve just finished my Olive Lavellan playthrough - I think I’ve sunk.. well, let’s not talk about how much time I’ve spent on that playthrough. I did however, finish at level twenty four, which is massively impressive. Because I usually end the game at like... eighteen? Listen quarantine is doing something to me... I’m just gonna... goo.... 

Food I’m Craving..:

Frigging’ blackjack pizza, it’s seriously one of my favorite pizza places in my town. I dunno what to tell ya’

Anyway, I wanna thank you for tagging me, this was fun! And, please, check out the blogs I’ve tagged. Have a good day! <3

[veridium]

Veridium-Bye Fanfiction Master Post

Hello, lovelies - ‘tis, I, Veri!

I thought it might be high time to create another one of these, since my fanfiction has more than doubled since the last time it was all collected into a master post. Plus, for the first time, I have multiple OCs and ships to account for! Exciting times indeed. So, without further adieu, here is your comprehensive guide to my fanfiction, organized by OC + their ship!

Inquisitor Theia Sofia Trevelyan: Mage, Knight Enchanter

Ice In Her Blood: The Inquisitor Theia Trevelyan Saga - ONGOING

Theia’s story as Inquisitor, ongoing (currently on Chapter 38 out of 50(?). Focuses heavily on her romance with Josephine Montilyet, and her balancing of her radical Mage politics and her responsibilities as Inquisitor. Warning: NSFW for explicit sexual content!

A Kiss Goodbye (Ficlet)

A small, sweet snapshot of Theia’s and Josephine’s dynamic before the Inquisitor sets off on another expedition. Done for a inbox prompt. 100% good, honest fluff. 

Pull Me Under (Ficlet)

A ficlet depicting an intimate moment between Theia and Josephine after the Ambassador treats her love to a relaxing bath time. Warning: NSFW for references to nudity. 

Cold Feet (Ficlet)

A conversation between Seeker Pentaghast and Inquisitor Trevelyan over Mage politics, and how Theia came to understand her powers. A lighthearted, though meaningful conversation between two women which speaks to their budding close friendship.

The Sickly Branch (Bonus Chapter)

A extra episodic tale wherein Theia must return to her childhood home in the Free Marches to honor the death of her Mother, whom she had a tortuous relationship with. Her conflicts with her family members, all the while having Josephine at her side through it all, causes some Jane Austen-esque discord. A long, but entertaining and clever read.

Olivia Sinclair: Survivor of the Mage Rebellion, Temptress, and Apothecary Scholar to the Inquisition

*Olivia is first introduced as a character in Theia’s story in Chapter 16 of Ice in Her Blood, and most all of her independent fics recount her romance with Cassandra. 

A Wedding At Skyhold (Ficlet)

A wedding between two Scouts of the Inquisition gives Skyhold an excuse to celebrate a lighthearted event for a change. All of the Inquisition allies bare witness to some truly remarkable developments: for one, Cassandra Pentaghast of all people, pining for the attention of a happy-go-lucky Mage and best friend to the Inquisitor. 

The Seeker and the Black Dove

Seeker Cassandra Pentaghast has lived a life of discipline, control, and honor. Lady Olivia Sinclair has lived one of intrigue, adventure, and terror. One has built a wall of stoicism, the other of sweetness. Out of all possible outcomes to their friendship, no one could foresee such an unlikely attraction. This is the story of how the woman who would become known as the Black Dove of Orlais captured the heart of one of the most fearsome women in all of Thedas. Warning: NSFW for explicit sexual content!

Spoonful of Midnight (Ficlet)

A sweet moment in the early budding friendship between Olivia and Cassandra as she brings the Seeker a late serving of supper after a long workday. The two swap stories and ambitions in their own respective occupations, and learn a bit more about what makes the other tick. A fluffy, endearing exchange. 

Luminous (Ficlet)

Olivia comes rushing to Cassandra’s quarters as the evening draws to a close, wishing to show her an exciting new development in one of her Apothecary experiments. What follows is a sickly-sweet, sparkling exchange (literally).

An Unforgiving Night 

A six-chapter saga delving into the complicated politics of Olivia’s and Cassandra’s relationship, with one being a Mage survivor of the Rebellion, and the other a lifelong, loyal servant to the Chantry. An mixture of angst and fluff, with a touch of drama. Olivia grows into her own persona whist remaining true to her convictions, and Cassandra learns that it’s alright to evolve in her virtues as long as she does it for the right reasons -- but not before some intense, good ol’ fashioned violence happens.

Insult to Injury (Ficlet)

Olivia is wounded during a skirmish in the Exalted Plains, compelling her lover, Cassandra, to nearly make an entire hillside level in order to come to her aid. A sweet, fluffy scene, wherein Olivia gets doted on and Cassandra reckons with just how scary she can be when her woman is threatened. 

Marry Me (Ficlet)

The morning after a reunion has Seeker Pentaghast boldly requesting something Olivia wouldn't expect, and suddenly pillow talk becomes a whole lot more interesting.

Naomi Ambrosia: Survivor of the Mage Rebellion, One of the Chief Healers in the Inquisition

*Naomi is introduced as a character in Ch. 36 of Ice in Her Blood, thus her independent fics mainly center her love story with Lace Harding, and exploring her backstory a bit. 

Beautiful Demons - ONGOING

Scout Lace Harding returns to Skyhold to see an figure of her life back home in the Hinterlands alive and well, and it's not exactly casual tidings. Naomi, a former Circle Mage, turned Rogue of the Mage Rebellion, and now a Inquisition Healer on parole for her sensitivity to demonic influence, finds herself on the precipice of change in her life: does she grab life by the shirt collar and live it while she can, or does she hold herself separate from its tumult to protect herself and those around her?

Veronica Crespin: Survivor of the Mage Rebellion, Murderous Criminal known in Fereldan as “The Crimson Cutter,” turned spy and assassin for the Inquisition

*Veronica is introduced as a character in Chapter 26 of Ice in Her Blood, and thus her independent fics center her love story with Krem, and exploring her backstory. 

Crimson Hands - ONGOING

Veronica Crespin hasn't joined the Inquisition with the cleanest of reputations. A former renegade assassin and famed Denerim murderer who was cursed as the "Crimson Cutter" by most everyone in Fereldan, her friendship with the beloved Inquisitor seems the be her only saving grace. But, when she comes across the one man who doesn't fear her blades both strapped to her hip and on her tongue, surprises abound Skyhold. All bets are off as the bond between a Tevinter mercenary and a Fereldan femme fatale slowly boils over.

I will update this list occasionally or post a new one when I feel it to be necessary! Thank you to everyone who has encouraged my writing, who read my chapters and give commentary, or who just simply exist. Ya’ll are my fuel and I love sharing my writing with you. Love and Light!

[another-rogue-trevelyan]

I did... something 😂

This is the first attempt I’ve made at writing fic for a couple other than Cullen and Evelyn. Somehow what was supposed to be a smutty one shot turned into a sexually charged sparring match. I think this will end up being the first half of a one shot. No lemons yet, but there will be!

This is untitled as of yet, and I just felt like sharing since this is the first I’ve ever written for Greedfall. Enjoy a preview of my first ever work for Kurt and Corinne De Sardet! Back to your regularly scheduled Dragon Age content soon 😂❤️

Corinne De Sardet hit the ground with a thud. She coughed as the dust kicked up around her and rolled to her side, rubbing gingerly at her tailbone.

“Your footwork is sloppy today, Greenblood. You’re lucky it’s me and not someone who really wishes you harm.” Kurt stood above her, his tricorn blocking the beating sun as he offered her a hand. Corinne begrudgingly accepted, her pride far more bruised than the darkening patches on her skin.

She retrieved her own fallen tricorn and returned it to her head, covering the worst of the mess of her disheveled braid. She did her best to wipe the dirt from her shirt and trousers. Her overcoat and ascot had been removed long prior in the midday heat.

She and Kurt had been at it for hours. Corinne felt stiff and store as she bent to retrieve her rapier, having been disarmed by her Master at Arms again.

He was right, and that only annoyed her more. She was sloppy today, clumsy even, and though it was just she and Kurt in the Coin Guard’s training yard, she felt embarrassed by her poor performance. Though she probably shouldn’t - Kurt was the first to ever put a sword in her hand. He had certainly witnessed worse performances.

That had been back in Serene, however, and things had changed a great deal since then. While Constantin had struggled even prior to his affliction to adjust to his new role as governor, Corinne had proved herself a capable diplomat. She had created allies in unlikely places, thwarted an attempted coup, and faced fearsome beasts without a second thought.

Why, then, couldn’t she concentrate on a simple sparring match?

The truth, though she hated to admit it, was that her mind muddled around Kurt as of late. What had started as an old childhood infatuation had become something else entirely upon their arrival in New Serene. Corinne was no longer the youth he had trained at the behest of her uncle, but the Legate of the Congregation. They had made painstaking discoveries together about each of their pasts, dismantled corruption within the Coin Guard and uncovered the truth of her roots.

Now, as beads of sweat dripped down her face, she knew how she had gotten so distracted. Kurt was looking at her again with that look - the one that excited and confused her and, ultimately, pissed her off.

That look was not the look of a teacher studying his student. When his eyes wandered over her, they were the eyes of a man drinking in the sight of a woman. Eyes that held a hint of curiosity, admiration, and - dare she think it - wanting.

But Kurt always put a stop to things before they could get any farther than uncomfortable stares, preferring instead to revert back to their old ways and ultimately making her feel utterly infantilized.

“Excellency?”

How long had she been staring? Corinne couldn’t be certain, but she was now very aware that she had been standing with her rapier aimed to the ground, staring awkwardly. She lifted the weapon in front of her, preparing to go again.

“‘Sloppy,’ is normally reserved for Constantin,” she said as they began to circle one another. They tested each other with a few swings, metal scraping together.

“Constantin is always sloppy. For you, on the other hand, this is unusual. Something on your mind, Greenblood?”

His sweaty face glistening in the afternoon heat, for one thing. Just what that glint in his eye indicated was truly going on in his head, for another. The ease with which is muscles moved as he swung his blade-

Wait.

Corinne jumped back too late, rapier once again flying from her grip as the point of Kurt’s blade pointed at her throat.

“I’ve… just had a lot to think over lately, is all.” She swallowed hard, trying to ignore the intensity with which he stared at her down his blade.

“I know things have been… a lot for you, lately. I understand why you’re distracted. But you can’t be fighting like this. You’ll get yourself killed.” He lowered his rapier and retrieved hers from the ground, holding it by the blade and extending the hilt toward her. “Again.”

Corinne huffed as she grasped the blade, then took up position for what must have been the hundredth time. Though this time she hadn’t been knocked on her ass, it was still just as embarrassing a loss.

“Kurt, clearly I’m useless today. Perhaps we should try again tomorrow. I’m sure I have enough bruises for one day.”

“Anyone who wants you dead won’t care if you’re distracted and bruised. I’m not letting you get yourself killed because you’re having an off day. I can’t always be there to watch your back. You need to be able to save yourself. Now raise your blade and try it again.”

She lunged toward him, but he easily parried the strike, which had been performed more in irritation than any thought that it may be a good idea.

“Still sloppy.” He advanced on her, and Corinne barely managed to swat away his strikes with her blade, stumbling backward on exhausted legs.

“Kurt…”

“Come on Greenblood, defend yourself! I know I taught you better than this! What would your uncle think of this performance?”

She swung hard, meeting Kurt’s blade with unexpected force and pushing him back. She advanced on the offensive, landing blow after blow as he frantically parried aggressive strikes.

“Corinne-“

His unusual use of her name did nothing to dissuade her assault as she hailed down upon him. She was an indomitable storm, striking mercilessly as Kurt did his best to block without harming her.

“Corinne, what are you-“

“Stop… treating me…. like a…. child!” she panted through her onslaught.

“I’m not!” Kurt yelled as their blades clashed. They pushed against one another, eyes meeting across the steel. “I’m treating you like someone I don’t want getting killed!”

“You’re talking to me the same way you did when I was fifteen! What are you going to do, tell on me to my uncle? Go ahead! He’s months away by sea!”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it!” Kurt shoved hard, both of their blades swinging wildly to the side as they both stumbled backward. “I don’t understand why you’re so angry!”

“Because I am a grown woman, Legate of the Congregation of Merchants, and the only reason Constantin hasn’t destroyed the colony yet, and you’re talking to me like a teenager with her first blade!”

“Because you’re fighting like a teenager with her first blade!”

Blinded with rage, Corinne swung far too hard. Kurt seized the opportunity and used the force to disarm her again, but this time, as the rapier slid through the dirt, Corinne let the force of the motion take her as well. She crashed into Kurt, sending the two of them to the ground.

They tumbled in the dirt, hats flying and struggling for dominance as both refused to yield. Corinne was lighter and quicker and slipped out of his grasp a few times, but in the end Kurt was stronger. He flipped them as they brawled, pinning her wrists with his hands and her body with his own. She writhed beneath him for a few more moments but had no choice but to concede that he had beaten her.

They panted, gasping for breath as the dirt stuck to their sweat soaked forms. Kurt’s bright blue eyes searched her stormy gray ones for answers, confusion still evident on his face. He smelled of sweat and musk, his body readied in case she was preparing to strike at him again.

“What have I done to upset you so much, Greenblood?” he asked, still breathing hard. His hips were pressed into hers. Corinne struggled not to squirm.

“I am no longer a child,” she said simply. Kurt’s eyes flicked from her face to where her shirt had fallen slightly open and back, swallowing hard.

“I… know that, Excellency. I apologize.”

“I may have been your student, and I may be Legate, but I am still a woman.”

“I know.”

“I won’t be treated like a child.”

“I know.”

“After all we’ve been through-”

“I know.”

They remained that way in silence for… seconds? Minutes? Corinne couldn’t be sure, too distracted as she watched Kurt’s gaze wander from her eyes, to her lips, to her chest, still rising and falling deeply from the exertion. Eventually, Kurt seemed to realize the position they were in, and more importantly, where they were in such a position, and clambered to his feet.

“I… can I walk you home?” he asked awkwardly, helping her up and then gathering their hats.

“No. I think I can handle the walk from here up the street on my own, thank you.” She placed the hat on her head, uncaring that it was still covered in dirt, then grabbed the remainder of her belongings and turned to leave the training yard.

“That’s not what I-“

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Kurt.”

“Corinne!”

Though her name on his lips tugged at her heart, she didn’t wait to see if he had anything more to say.

Since this will be my last WIP of the year, I wanted to thank some friends I’ve made! @chaotic-citrus @hawkeish @dreamerlavellan @noire-pandora @kemvee @aspiritofcompassion @cartadwarfwithaheartofgold are just a few of the lovely people I’ve had the joy to find since starting this blog, and I see and appreciate your continued support. Thank you so much, and Happy New Year to all of you!

[another-rogue-trevelyan]

Chapter 20 of “Hearts Like Lions” is up!

“Trust me when I say we need to watch her, Curly. I’ve seen firsthand what this world does to heroes.”

Cullen x F! Trevelyan

Rating: M (possibly future E)

Current Word Count: 108K

Chapter Snippet: (TW - LYRIUM ADDICTION)

Cullen couldn’t bear her seeing him this way - weak, helpless, and shivering violently in a cold sweat - but neither could he bear to send her away. And so he lay there, his head cradled in her lap, and allowed her to tend to him.

She dabbed at his forehead with a cool, damp cloth, or massaged soothing oils into his temples, or simply stroked his hair, humming quietly all the while. The simple melody was both foreign and familiar, as though heard once in a long forgotten dream.

“That tune,” Cullen said, his voice little more than a hoarse whisper. “You... sang it last time. I remember.”

Last time, when he had been so consumed by the withdrawal that he hadn’t even known she was there, but somehow the tune remained in a clouded memory. Evelyn paused her ministrations in momentary surprise before continuing.

“I did. I didn’t think you even heard.”

“What is it?”

“Just an old Free Marches song. My mother used to sing it when we were ill. I’m not sure why, but it always helped.” She helped him sit up just a bit to swallow a few mouthfuls of water, then settled him into her lap once again. “I suppose it was just to show she cared. Sometimes that’s all you can do.”

I love you, he thought.

“I don’t deserve you,” he said.

Chapter Link and Info:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25431211/chapters/72467469

Thank you so much for your patience! I know it took me a while, but this one is extra long, so hopefully that makes up for it :)

[another-rogue-trevelyan]

@hawkeish you asked for angst, right? Pure, unadulterated angst? 😂

In all seriousness, thank you so much for the tag! Since a chapter of Hearts Like Lions was just posted, I don’t have much to share in regards to Evelyn’s story at the moment, but I do have some of the opening chapter of Sides of the Coin (title possibly subject to change but most likely this is gonna be it), my upcoming Greedfall fic featuring Corinne De Sardet and Kurt.

CW for terminal illness

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“What is this?” her mother’s voice called, weak and hoarse. “Have you not been taught to knock? I’ve asked a thousand times.”

Corinne strode over to her quickly, taking her mother’s hand and kneeling before her. The woman was wan and thin, black veins peering through like webs of ink on paper. Her eyes were clouded and dark, sight having long since left her.

“Oh! It’s you, my dear child!” She clutched Corinne weakly, bony fingers grasping on with the little strength she could muster. Her breaths were sharp and haggard, every moment a painful struggle.

“Mother, I’m sorry. I’m having trouble getting used to your condition.” Corinne’s voice cracked as she spoke. She fought the burning behind her eyes and felt a tightening in her chest. The princess had once graced the palace halls with a presence unmatched. Now, the frail figure seated before her was nearly unrecognizable.

“Come now. Let us speak of more pleasant things. I’m so very happy to hear your voice.”

Corinne didn’t want to speak of pleasant things. She wanted to kick and scream, to sob until she was left numb of feeling. Her mother’s light touch on her face, comforting even at her weakest, somehow made her heart ache even more. She blinked back the tears, knowing it was now her turn to be strong.

“You remind me so much of your father,” her mother cooed. “I do miss him so.”

It was proving too much. Corinne stood and paced to the window, staring out at nothing while she tried to wrangle her emotions into submission.

“Today is the big day, isn’t it?” the princess continued. “Ready to set sail to that island everyone is talking about?”

“Yes, but the idea of leaving you behind, alone and ill…” Corinne didn’t turn, unable to face the woman that had raised her and confess that she was leaving when she was needed most.

“Dying, my child. Alas, there is nothing you can do by staying that would ease my suffering. One thing brings me cheer - they say the island is full of miracles. And we might find a cure!”

Corinne shook her head and turned, throwing a hand out in frustration. Did she not understand?

“Even if I were to find it, I would never be able to return in time to-”

“I know. But it brings me comfort to know my daughter has left on a mission to heal her people. Come now - it is time for you to take leave. Here, take this with you.”

“What is it?” Corinne stepped slowly toward her, peering at the object in her mother’s outstretched hand. She trembled under the meager weight of the token. Corinne took it and examined it. It looked like a large coin, but the markings were strange and unfamiliar.

“A family heirloom,” the princess explained. “Something that… Take it and keep it with you. May it bring you good luck!”

Both sensed that the time of parting had come. Corinne pressed her lips to her mother’s forehead, cold and clammy with illness.

“All my blessings go with you, my child. Now, be off.”

Corinne opened her mouth, trying to find the words to say goodbye. The lump in her throat had returned and tears brimmed, threatening to betray her at any moment.

It was too hard.

“I love you,” she said instead. Corinne felt the wetness streak her cheek. It was a small mercy to know her mother wouldn’t see her crumble.

“And I love you. Go, my child. Make me proud, as you always have.”

There was nothing left to say. Corinne took one last look at her mother, memorizing her face and trying to remember how she was before the malichor had reached her. Then she quietly shut the door behind her.

She rushed for her quarters, avoiding the eyes of servants and wouldbe wellwishers and anyone else who may wish to stop her and locked herself inside. Once alone, she slid down the wall, falling to a heap on the floor as her sobs rang out against the stone.

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Chapter 18 of “Hearts Like Lions” is up!

“Trust me when I say we need to watch her, Curly. I’ve seen firsthand what this world does to heroes.”

Cullen x F! Trevelyan

Chapter Snippet:

“I didn’t take you for a gossipmonger, Inquisitor,” Briala said, smiling sadly.

“Is it true?”

“Would it be so terrible if it was? It is lonely at the top, Your Worship - something it seems you know well. Is your own Commander not warming your bed?”

“My personal affairs are not threatening Empires.”

“Aren’t they?”

Chapter Link and Info:

TW for this chapter: violence 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25431211/chapters/69938775

This one took me a while, as the end of 2020 was quite busy for me. Thank you for your continued support, and I hope you enjoy the first chapter of the new year!

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Obviously I want to know more about Evelyn!

Oh you mean the love of my life??

I’m gonna tag @noire-pandora and @charlatron who also asked about this one!

Evelyn’s story, Hearts Like Lions, is a retelling of Dragon Age Inquisition and is my first and longest fic. It’s currently 22 chapters in and features a slow burn romance between Evelyn Trevelyan, my rogue Inquisitor, and Cullen.

I really wanted to focus on relationships in this story, not only between my two love interests, but between family and friends as well. Both Cullen and Evelyn have complicated familial relationships but build a great support network with their friends and with each other, and that seems to be the case with other members of the inner circle as well. I also have an ongoing theme of how and if our pasts define us. Cullen is trying to leave his past behind. Evelyn’s life is frequently complicated by her noble birth and all of the things that come with it, and things she thought were left in her past tend to come back and bite her.

Evelyn is such a complicated character and I love that about her. She wears a lot of masks and puts on a lot of personas, mostly because of being raised in the nobility, and I love watching how different her interactions are with different people. It also makes it all that much sweeter when she can be her true self with Cullen (and all that much more terrifying when she finally loses her shit). I lot of what I have in my notes right now are snippets of dialogue and how Evelyn is going to handle some really tough choices she has to make (such as Hawke or Stroud in the Fade). 

As a final note, I love the way Evelyn gently coaxes Cullen into allowing himself to be confident in expressing his wants and needs. The game shows us how the Inquisitor encourages him to kiss her first, both in their first kiss and the infamous desk scene, and I try to use that as a constant in their relationship. Evelyn never wants Cullen to question that she cares for him, so she does all she can to make sure he’s certain of it.

I have tons of future plans with this story and I’m very exited about them! Thank you for asking!

[another-rogue-trevelyan]

Just some dad!Cullen that demanded to be written

When Cullen arrived home that day, he found his family in a tense state. His eldest had barricaded herself in her bedroom while his wife stood by the window, peering out after their son.

“I think you should talk to him,” Evelyn said simply.

“Another row?”

Cullen pressed a kiss into her temple and looked out the window. This had been a common occurrence as of late.

“Another row,” she confirmed. “I’ve handled your daughter, though I suspect she’ll be angry with me for the rest of the evening. I think you’d better take this one, though.”

“My daughter? That one is all you.” Their eldest might have inherited the golden Rutherford curls, but she was entirely her mother.

“Maker, bless my parents,” Evelyn sighed. Cullen placed an arm about her waist and kissed her once more.

“I’ll go talk to him.”

He found the boy angrily brandishing a stick at the family dog, who, for his part, was doing a phenomenal job at playing the evil beast. He lunged and barked, and eventually pulled the makeshift sword right from the boy’s hand.

“Captain, no! Give it back!”

But it was too late, and the mabari’s jaws too strong. The stick snapped like a twig.

“Bad dog! Bad!” he shrieked, then sat in a huff on the ground.

“At ease, Captain,” Cullen said to the dog, and off he trotted into the house. Then he lowered himself beside the boy, who glared intently at the ground.

“Those beasts can be tricky sometimes. Especially when they eat your sword.”

No response. If anything, the boy only glared harder.

“What’s wrong, pup?”

“I’ll never be a warrior like you,” he pouted, bottom lip quivering. “What kind of warrior gets his butt kicked by his sister?”

“I promise you, I have gotten my butt kicked by my sister many times. One day you’ll get her back.”

“But how? She’s bigger than me, and older, and that wasn’t a sword, it was just a stupid stick!”

He crossed his arms in nearly comical anger, and Cullen barely concealed the smile that threatened to betray his amusement. The boy may have had dark hair and Trevelyan blue eyes, but he was every bit his father’s son.

“Wait here.”

Cullen made his way back to the house and grabbed a set of wooden swords, not unlike the ones he had practiced with as a boy. His son watched him curiously.

“Are you gonna teach me how to use a real sword?” he asked, excitement bubbling.

“A wooden one, for now, but yes. I think you’re old enough to start. What do you think, recruit?”

“Thank you!” He threw himself at Cullen, latching himself around his waist. Cullen chuckled, tossing the wooden practice swords aside before hugging him back.

“Step one - don’t throw yourself at someone who’s holding a sword.”

“Right,” the boy said, grinning as he picked up the sword from the ground.

Awkward though he looked, Cullen couldn’t help but smile at his eagerness. When he glanced up the yard, he caught Evelyn leaning in the doorway, smiling as well.

“Alright, pup. First, place your feet like so…”

[another-rogue-trevelyan]

I was tagged by @kunstpause @cartadwarfwithaheartofgold @inquisitoracorn thank you all for the tags!

I’m living for this jealous Cullen situation, if you couldn’t tell 😈

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“Josephine, Leliana, might I have a word with the Commander alone?” she asked, her eyes never leaving him. Cullen fidgeted beneath her gaze.

“Certainly. Perhaps you can talk some sense into him,” Josephine quipped. “I’ll meet you this evening to prepare you for dinner.”

And with that, she was gone. Leliana followed suit, a slight smile pulling at her lips as she shut the door behind her. Evelyn waited a moment before speaking.

“What was all that ab-“

“Don’t go.”

She held him with nothing but her eyes, those damn Trevelyan blue eyes that could break him at her will, and he was powerless. They appraised his face, his body - his clenched jaw, his tight grip on the edge of the table, his tense shoulders, and the position of his head, slightly bowed.

“Why are you so upset about this?”

Because you’re mine.

“Because…” He sighed, pacing the room as he struggled for words. “What if he tries to take advantage of you?”

“Then I’ll kill him.”

Maker, he loved her.

“But that’s not the real reason, is it?” she continued.

But damn her exasperating intuition!

“No,” he confessed.

“Then what is it?” Cullen turned away, trying to hide his face from those eyes that could see right through him, but the lightest touch of her hand upon his shoulder and suddenly he was staring straight into them, his own hands landing at her hips as hers rested against his chest. “Cullen, please. What’s wrong?”

And with those words, she had done it. He crumbled before her, finding himself unable to hide. His armor was useless against Evelyn Trevelyan.

“You’ll think I’m ridiculous.”

“I hope so. That’s much better than something so serious it can’t be helped.”

He rolled his eyes, but she had somehow pulled a hint of a smile from him, and - even worse - she knew it.

“You’re too perfect.”

“And that’s your problem?”

“Yes.”

“I’m afraid you’ve lost me.”

“You’re witty, and smart, and you’ve got a tongue made of pure silver, and on top of that, you’re stunning. Every man that sets eyes on you wants you, and if he says he doesn’t, he’s a liar. And perhaps I’m selfish and don’t want to share.”

“Cullen, no one is asking you to share.” Her voice was soothing as a thumb stroked his cheek. “You know I’m all yours. And though I appreciate the compliment, I think you’re exaggerating a little, don’t you think?”

There she went again, melting him with nothing more than a few words. Didn’t she see the effect she had? Didn’t she know?

“No, I don’t. Josephine is going to dress you up and send you on a date with expensive food and wine and candlelight, which is everything you deserve, and with running the Inquisition and all the work we have to do we’ve barely had a moment to ourselves, so I haven’t been able to-“

Suddenly she was kissing him - a soft, slow, sensual kiss that stopped his thoughts until there was nothing but her, her lips, and the scent of lavender left. He wasn’t even sure what it was he had been trying to say when she pulled away, just far enough to hold him with that dangerous gaze once again.

“I don’t need fancy dates. You make me happy, Cullen.”

“I know. But I still want to be able to do that for you.” He rested his chin on top of her head and held her against him, arms wrapping around her slender waist.

“I have to go. It’s important to the Inquisition.”

“I know.” Even Cullen could tell how disappointed he sounded.

“But it isn’t a date. In fact, the dinner table will likely be littered with documents and agreements. Far too much politics for your taste. And when I’m done, I’ll come to your office. We can spend some much needed time together. No work, no Inquisition. Alone.”

Alone.

Just he and Evelyn, entirely on their own, without a report in sight. It was a luxury they hadn’t been afforded in some time. And since he knew she was coming in advance, perhaps he could offer her a bit of romance after all.

“It’ll be late. Are you sure you wouldn’t rather go to bed afterwards?”

“You know, I just heard the Inquisitor has rescheduled the morning war council to the afternoon.” Evelyn grinned and wrapped her arms around the back of his neck.

“Has she? Well, in that case…”

He kissed her again, and though he still wasn’t thrilled by the prospect of the private dinner, he couldn’t deny the promise for afterwards had lifted his spirits.

“I’ll see you tonight?” she murmured against his lips.

“You will. Now go, before I decide to keep you here all day.”

“Is that a threat, Commander?”

“It’s a promise if you don’t leave now.”

She trailed her hand down his arm as she pulled herself from his grasp, the brush of her fingertips the last he felt of her before her touch abandoned him.

“I’ll see you later,” she said, peering at him through thick lashes, and then, with a wink, she was gone.

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[another-rogue-trevelyan]

Chapter 22 of “Hearts Like Lions” is up!

“Trust me when I say we need to watch her, Curly. I’ve seen firsthand what this world does to heroes.”

Cullen x F! Trevelyan

Rating: M 

Current Word Count: 122K

Chapter Snippet:

She wanted him. Never had he been so certain, but at this moment it was clear. Cullen could hear his pulse in his ears as he looked at her, wedged tightly between him and his desk. All week he had fantasized of such an opportunity, and now she was dangling herself before him, daring him to act.

Chapter Link and Info:

Alright, so it may have taken me nearly two months to write this, but I believe the content will make up for the wait 😉

CW: 🍋

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25431211/chapters/75465497

[another-rogue-trevelyan]

I was tagged by @emerald-amidst-gold @musetta3 and @kunstpause, thank you for the tag! I’m still on my mass effect bullshit so here’s an update to the fic I started this week 😂

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Earth, 2157

Whatever the source of the interference was, Kaidan damn well knew it wasn’t good. Something was overwhelming the systems, and the summons from Anderson had only confirmed it. Kaidan found the captain in his dress blues, a rare, deep-set line of worry fixed in his forehead.

“Anderson,” Kaidan said. “We haven’t had a clear reading all day. I- Shepard?”

At first, he thought his eyes were playing tricks on him - long hours in fluorescent lighting, maybe the start of another migraine, that sort of thing - but the truth was Kaidan would know her anywhere. Years ago he’d memorized the deep shade of her auburn ponytail and the lean curve of her waist. He knew her posture and telltale swagger and, truthfully, he’d checked out her ass in that uniform more times than he cared to admit. Back in Alliance colors and shaking hands with James Vega - hulk of a soldier steadily making his way up the ranks - Shepard half-turned as her name fell from his lips, a question in her eyes and a brow piqued.

“Kaidan.”

Shit.

Last he’d heard, she’d been court-martialed and grounded for destroying a colony of Batarians. Her presence here with Anderson said otherwise.

Shepard looked good. Too good, almost, as he recalled from their last encounter back on Horizon. The brow now raised in suspicion was no longer scarred, nor was her chin marked by its jagged mate. Souvenirs from Akuze, she had told him once. It was a day when everything went wrong, when he found her trying to drown herself in cheap beer to keep the guilt of command at bay.

Now she looked as though she had been painted by an artist instead of carved by the calloused hands of war. The circles beneath her eyes had lightened, and her posture was less tense than he remembered. She looked lighter. Rested.

Bored.

Shepard never had liked to sit still for long. Even back in her XO days, Kaidan had rarely seen her pause for a break, and when she did she usually preferred grabbing drinks with a crewmate to sitting quietly in her bunk. He could sense it in the mindless tapping of a finger over a crossed arm, feel it as her stance instantly adjusted to the bustle and chaos around them - Shepard was itching to work.

So maybe she really had been grounded. But if she had really done what they said she did, why was she standing here in uniform and not dishonorably discharged?

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[another-rogue-trevelyan]

Kicking things off early today - I’ve been tagged by @kunstpause @emerald-amidst-gold @musetta3 @noire-pandora, thank you for the tag!

Here is a scene from the next chapter of HLL. I’m putting a big WARNING here before you read - it deals in Cullen’s trauma from Kinloch, so-

TW: trauma, claustrophobia/suffocation, sexual harassment

Putting my tags for this week at the top this time just in case anyone would rather not read (I won’t be offended I promise!): tagging @kemvee @cartadwarfwithaheartofgold @charlatron @hawkeish @inquisitoracorn @pikapeppa @jentrevellan and anyone who’s interested!

Content under the cut today, just to be safe.

Cullen gasped for breath as the magic prison enclosed him. Knelt on the floor of Kinloch Hold, he felt as though the air had been sucked from his lungs, the weight of his armor only crushing him further. The more he struggled, the more the magic constricted him, it’s suffocating strength impenetrable.

“You don’t look well. I could help you, you know. I can get you out of there.” The raven haired girl smiled and knelt before him, concern in her soft brown eyes. “Perhaps you and I could go elsewhere and talk? We could get to know each other better.”

“No,” Cullen grunted. He stared rigidly at the floor.

“No?” the demon prodded. “Why not? I’ve seen the way you look at me.” She reached out to stroke his cheek, but Cullen smacked her hand away.

“I want nothing to do with you!”

The weight of the prison slammed him downward, and this time the air truly did leave his lungs as he was flattened to the floor and his vision went momentarily dark. Cullen gasped, struggling to orient himself as a heeled shoe stepped in front of his face.

“What about now? Don’t tell me you haven’t considered what it would be like…” The teasing voice was no longer that of the Ferelden mage, but a familiar Ostwick lilt. A toe beneath his chin guided him back to his knees, and Cullen was horrified to see chestnut hair, ice blue eyes, and cherry lips. She was scantily clad in black lace and gartered stockings, a silver dagger strapped at one thigh.

“You will not use her against me!” He lashed out, but she stepped away with ease. He may as well have been shackled.

“I don’t need to. You’ve done it yourself.” She grabbed his face and leaned in close, her lips mere inches from his own. “I know how bad you want me, Commander.”

Cullen shivered.

“No… Leave me!”

“Cullen…”

“LEAVE ME!”

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I have been tagged in various WIP related things by @kunstpause @emerald-amidst-gold @noire-pandora and @musetta3, thank you all for the tags!

I don’t have a ton of unposted material right now as I just updated HLL yesterday, but I do have this scene from Cullen’s Kirkwall days hot off the presses!

TW: addiction

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Kirkwall, 9:40 Dragon

Not for the first time as of late, Cullen had no idea what to do.

He sat heavily at Meredith’s, or rather, his desk - he still struggled to call it his even though it had been for years. As Meredith’s former second in command, he had been granted the title of Knight Commander by default. Cullen had spent the last three years attempting to put Kirkwall back together, but the task was proving far more difficult than anyone could imagine. The city still had no viscount, the infrastructure had collapsed, the Chantry had been turned to rubble, and the Circle was dismantled from the inside out.

And that was without the matter of the red lyrium.

It was horrid stuff. Cullen could hear it’s siren song every time he entered the Gallows. It coaxed him near, tempted him, offered him a fix far stronger than any he had been given by the Chantry. It hummed like flowing water to a man dying of thirst, singing in his ears, begging him to drink.

Rylen had reported similar effects. The Gallows were a danger to everyone in the city, but especially the Templars - and if the Templars couldn’t help the people, then what was the point of them?

It was a question Cullen had been grappling with for months. When he had joined the Order as a boy, he had wanted only to protect the people. They seemed like heroes to him then, standing proud in their armor and keeping people safe.

Now Cullen knew better.

He pulled his lucky coin from his pocket and examined it. All these years it had been his one quiet rebellion, and now, as he rolled it between his fingers, he considered the Seeker’s offer.

Cassandra Pentaghast, Right Hand of the Divine, had visited him in Meredith’s - his - office just the day before with an interesting proposition.

“I want you to command the forces of the Second Inquisition.” There was no preamble, no small talk - straight to the point.

“You want me to... what?”

“The Divine has tasked the Right and Left Hands with reforming the Inquisition until this matter between Templars and mages is settled. I think you would be a suitable choice.”

“Why me?”

The Seeker stared at him from where she stood - she had never sat down, despite his offer, preferring instead to stand rigidly in front of the desk - and scrutinized every detail. Cullen got the distinct impression she could see straight through him.

“You have held Kirkwall together these last three years despite its determination to fall into chaos. Your men look up to you. Respect you. And you have proven yourself a man of honor. It is not easy to disobey your orders to do the right thing.”

Cullen was silent. A man of honor, he thought, was a compliment he didn’t deserve. None of her words were, and yet...

The Seeker was not one for nonsense - that much he could tell. She had better things to do with her time than spout bullshit to flatter him. And as much as he was certain he didn’t deserve it, it was just the out he was looking for.

But was that just a coward’s move? A convenient escape from his current responsibilities?

“May I have a bit of time to think on it?” he asked.

The Seeker nodded. “I have other business in Kirkwall. I leave in two days, with or without you.”

With no further pleasantries, she had left him to his own devices. A day later, Cullen was still pondering the choice, uncertain of what to do.

Could he really abandon Kirkwall? Return south? After Kinloch, he was certain he’d never see Ferelden again. He flipped the coin over in his hand, examining the silver likeness of Andraste.

Commander of the Divine’s Inquisition... Was this his real chance to help people? To restore order and bring some peace to Thedas? Or was it simply a convenient offer at a trying time?

Feeling uncharacteristically indecisive, Cullen decided to flip for it. Andraste up, and he would accept the Seeker’s offer. Tails, and he would continue his efforts in Kirkwall. Cullen tossed the coin in the air and realized he knew what he would do even before it landed in his palm.

The Maker’s Bride smiled up at him.

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