#cassandra x garrus

[strawberrykidneystone]

chapter 1: once more from the top

summary: after choosing to destroy the reapers, cassandra shepard’s body is once again recovered and reconstructed, without cerberus' help this time. she woke up on a cold table with no memories except a sense of deja vu that she’s been here before.

a/n: AHHHH IM SO EXCITED FOR THIS SERIES!!! also happy N7 day!!! it’s my first one since getting into mass effect this summer, this game has literally changed my life i really do hope i do it justice in my writing <3 also i am not a doctor i am pulling this out of my ass

tags: amnesia troupe, angst, hospital, mention of me2 shepard death, destroy ending, earthborn/sole survivor! shepard

ao3 version

cold.

cassandra gasped awake on the cold steel table, immediately doubling over into a coughing fit. she was gasping for air while being blinded by the bright lights bouncing off of the completely white room, causing her to squint in pain. her lungs burned as she gasped for air, the coldness of the room felt like she was rapidly being stabbed with icicles at her every movement.

where the hell was she?

the last thing she remembered was…

what was the last thing she remembered?

she remembered being called onto the citadel by admiral anderson and… that’s about it.

what did he want to talk about?

why was she in a hospital?

where was anderson?

god she was light headed.

shepard quickly looked around to gather her surroundings, as any good soldier would in an unfamiliar situation. it was obvious that she was in some sort of hospital, but it was strange that she was on a metal slab instead of a bed. and why did she have a strong sense of deja vu lying here? she was hooked up to an iv in her left arm with a heart rate monitor on her finger alerting whoever that her bpm was too fast. as she looked around for something, anything familiar, her eye caught some get well soon cards, dead flowers in faded painted dust-covered vases, and- was that a happy 33rd birthday card? last time she checked, she was barely 29.

was she in a coma? how did this happen?

suddenly her eyes fell to the table next to her- was that a severed arm???? it clearly had biotics attached to it, yet it looked eerily familiar…

her breathing was still unstable, the beeping of the monitor falling on deaf ears as her chest heaved and she felt like she wasn’t getting enough air into her lungs. eyes rapidly glancing around the room, she couldn’t focus on anything.

oh god her vision was going blurry.

someone in a hazmat suit on came into the room and said something garbled that she couldn’t understand, all she could hear was her own rapid breathing. the stranger grabbed an oxygen mask and put it around her head. they grabbed a big needle off of the nearby tray table and injected something into her iv. she suddenly felt her eyes drooping, regretting not ripping out the iv when she was conscious. who knows what she just got put into her system? the last thing she saw was the bright light of the room glaring down at her.

if this was heaven, this sucks.

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when she came to once again, much calmer this time, she could hear several voices talking in hushed tones all around her. she wasn’t on the cold table anymore, but a soft bed that had her sitting up in an almost completely upright position. there were about a million pillows supporting her head and back. despite the newly comfortable accommodations, she could feel her entire body aching like never before. she groaned and turned her head to the side, slowly opening her eyes as if for the first time once again, adjusting to the harsh lights a lot quicker this time. the voices suddenly stopped speaking as they noticed her waking up and she heard a female voice gasp.

“she’s awake!”

“oh thank the goddess.”

“can it be?”

“shepard!”

“cass, honey are you okay?” she felt two hands cup her right hand, only they weren’t human hands. there were only 3 fingers, was it a turian? or maybe a quarian? why were they holding her hand? they had a rough texture, so they had to be turian hands. yet the usually sharp talons were filed down. that was odd, sharp talons were usually a point of pride for turians.

she didn’t know any turians that closely, who the hell was this?

as she blinked away the bleariness from her eyes, her vision cleared up and showed the guests at her bedside. there was an asari, a few humans, a quarian- was that a krogan???

and of course as she looked to her right, she saw the turian cupping her hands. god he was beautiful, with the most brilliant shade of blue in his eyes she had ever seen. she could feel the anxious energy vibrating off of him, his hands tensely holding hers as if she would slip away at any moment. there was something so comforting about his hold, her chest felt significantly lighter with his hands around hers, even though she swore that she had never seen him before.

wait, did he call her cass? only her close friends called her that. and why was he looking at her like that?

she looked around the room with a bewildered look on her face. the asari was weeping and smiling so brightly at her. shepard felt her chest ache for some reason, she felt the urge to comfort her even though she had no idea who she was. a few of the humans had misty eyes as well, even the krogan looked a little choked up. that is, if krogan could even get choked up.

one of the humans noticed the look on her face and his brows knit together. she mused over his face and finally recognized him: kaidan alenko. anderson had introduced them once while the normandy was docked at the citadel. shepard awkwardly pulled her hand away from the unfamiliar turian's grasp, an uncomfortable smile gracing her face, “lieutenant, mind filling me in on what happened?”

kaidan’s confusion turned into shock as she addressed him, eyes darting over to the turian who was obviously very hurt by shepard pulling her hand away, his jaw hanging open in surprise. his hands were still seemingly stuck in the cupping position, maybe he was frozen.

kaidan cleared his throat and smiled as confidently as he could, the corner of his mouth betraying his false poise with an uncertain twitch, “it’s ah, it’s major now commander- never mind that’s not important. are you… feeling okay commander?”

shepard scoffed and laughed, shaking her head in disbelief, “commander? i think you’re mixing me up with anderson, major.”

suddenly, the room fell dead silent.

kaidan glanced around the room, unsure of what to say. had she lost her memory? why did she think that anderson was still alive?

“sorry uh- shepard, what’s the last thing you remember?”

sheperd rubbed the side of her head and her brows furrowed together in confusion as she tried to process everything that was happening. commander? was she promoted in her sleep? no that would be ridiculous, right?

“um, i remember anderson wanting to talk to me about an assignment but that’s about it… why? did something happen? and why did you call me commander?”

shepard’s questions hung in the air unanswered by the strangers that surrounded her, frustrating her even further. she didn’t know them, but something about them felt so familiar, she just couldn't put her finger on it. the turian next to her rushed out of the room, with the asari reaching out to him with a swift ‘garrus wait’ before following him out of the room. the rest of the followed group suit, albeit very confused, and quietly left the room.

kaidan was the only one staying behind. he tentatively walked to the side of the bed and slowly took a seat with only one thigh actually resting on the gurney.

“major, what’s going on?”

a dry smile tugged its way onto his lips and he lightly placed his hand over hers, “don’t worry about it for now shepard, just focus on getting some rest for now.” he didn't want to overwhelm her or go against any medical procedures for situations like this, so he opted to let her just recover for now.

she nodded slowly as her eyebrows pinched together, still confused but surprisingly put a lot of trust in his judgment, even though they had only just met in an informal setting. he patted her hand before swiftly leaving the room, closing the door behind him with a cringe as he heard the loud woosh of the decontamination air kicking in. he sighed and looked up, seeing his equally distressed peers gathered outside of the hospital room.

garrus was hastily pressing the alert button to the room, a million different things running through his mind, but he needed answers and needed them now. liara took the button out of his hand as they saw a doctor coming over and resisted scolding him for his immature antics. she couldn't tell what was going through his head, but she knew that wouldn't help right now. tali, had her arms crossed and was staring at the floor, unsure of how to feel about the situation. miranda had her eyebrow furrowed and was chewing at her bottom lip, fearing the worst that bringing shepard back once again had lost a huge chunk of her memory forever. she couldn't help but wonder if she should contact her former cerberus peers to see if anything could help with this side effect, but she knew shepard would be pissed if she did, and she didn't want to put herself or her sister at risk of being involved with that wretched company ever again. grunt was obviously irritated and liara quickly sent him outside before he could start to rack up shepard's medical bill even more.

thankfully a familiar face, doctor chakwas, rushed over at the constant notifications and before she could even open her mouth, garrus bombarded her with questions, "is she going to get her memory back? is this permanent? is she-"

"garrus let the woman talk," kaidan urged and placed a hand on his shoulder. garrus took a deep breath and sighed, looking at the doctor desperately for any kind of reassurance.

chakwas folded her hands together and looked around at the nervous former crew members, "the brain is... tricky. sometimes memories come back, sometimes they doesn't. and with this basically being her second resurrection from the dead, it's not particularly surprising. we will continue to monitor her in the following days, but i can't make any promises. i would recommend trying to bring items in that have a particular emotional memory tied to them that can help jog her memory. i would also advise against group visiting as to not overwhelm her, but as I've learned from being on the Normandy, you all will do whatever you want regardless of what i say."

there was a few soft laughs at the doctor’s small quip at the end, but the group fell into silence once again. chakwas patted garrus' shoulder and he nodded at her small attempt at comfort, grateful for the support.

"we uh... we should let her rest for today, we can start trying to jog her memory tomorrow once she's rested," garrus said somewhat shakily, his shoulder tense as he glanced into the hospital room at his peers- no, his friends. seeing her passed out with so many machines attached to her made him sick to his stomach, but he knew that there was nothing he could do at that moment that would be even remotely helpful, cursing his past self for not going into the medical field. spirits it killed him to leave her alone, but he was trying to think like her, she would want him to rest if the situation was reversed, so that's exactly what he's doing.

the others nodded in agreement and liara sprinted ahead of the group to go tell grunt the news, hoping in vain that the krogan hasn't destroyed anything major yet.

garrus hesitated and stayed back from the group, peering into her room as if she would disappear if he looked away. she had never looked so... small. the great commander shepard in a hospital gown who stood so tall looked so vulnerable and frail. he knew that she wasn't, but he couldn't help but feed into the voice in the back of his mind yelling at him that he had lost her forever. no, he wouldn't believe that, he couldn't believe it.

she was still in there somewhere, she had to be. there was no shepard without vakarian, and he was determined to make this right.

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a/n: sorry about the dead silent joke, too soon?

chapter 2

[tigereyes45]

Today (Oct. 16th) is my 26th birthday!

As many who have been following me for at least a year now know, I always open my asks to writing prompts from everyone to celebrate my birthday.

This year I'll be accepting requests from October 16th - October 23rd. (My hand has been sore due to a bee sting so this post is a little late. As a result me accepting requests will last a little longer than typical this year.)

As always you can send as many prompts/requests as you want, for any fandoms/characters/ships/etc. Under the Keep Reading there will be a list of the fandoms I am the most into at this moment in time. As far as shipping goes I'm a multi-shipper and enjoy most ship(s)/ship dynamics. I'll only write smut for the listed star trek shows. My inbox is open and anon is on.

The list includes my current favorite fandoms/shows/ships/characters. However you can also make requests for ships/people/and shows not on the list. So here's what I'm most into writing at the moment:

Star Trek TOS (Mcspirk, Uhotty (uhura x scotty), Chulu)

Star Trek AOS (Mcspirk)

Star Trek Lower Decks (Mariner, T'lyn, Tendi, Rutherford and basically any ship of the core four or any of them plus T'lyn)

Star Trek Voayger (Especially Janeway x Tuvok, Mark x Janeway x Tuvok x t'Pel, T'pel x tuvok x Janeway, and B'Elanna x Tom x Harry)

Star Trek Ds9 (they are such a polycule, in so many shapes and forms, my favorite characters are jadzia, kira, odo, Ben Sisko.)

Star Trek Enterprise ( Trip x Archer, Archer x T'pol x Trip, Mayweather x Hoshi)

Star Wars (Ahsoka, Hera, Kalluzeb, Kanera, Plo Koon, Captain Rex)

Red vs Blue ( I will never not be a grimmons fan though all the other ships are fun too! Not to mention any gen fic of any of these characters is always a blast to write!)

Fire Emblem Awakening (Kellam, Yarne x Lucina, Morgan x Nah)

Fire Emblem Fates (Siegbert)

Fire Emblem 3 Houses (Claude, Raphael, Marianne, Byleth)

The Walking Dead Game (Clementine, Violet, Louis, Lee, Kenny, Nick)

RWBY (Nuts and dolts, Nora, Ren, and Sugar rush)

Mass Effect (shakarian, tail x shepard x garrus, kandros x ryder, vetra x ryder, jaal x vetra, jaal x vetra x ryder)

The Librarians (Cassandra, Jenkins, Fleve)

Merlin (Merwaine my love)

Dragon Age (All games/books, I adore Sten, Shale, Warden Surana, and Varric x Hawke)

Tales of Arcadia (Blinky x Aaarrrgghh, Draal, Barbara)

Fallout (tv series)

Fallout 4

Critical Role (I like campaign 2 the best, Caduceus. Veth, and Caleb)

TMNT (all versions)

[peachy-skies-writings]

Headcanon Requests are Open!

Hey everyone,

I've decided to try out requests by opening them for headcanons only. If it goes well, I might open up my requests for fics.

Currently, I only write fluff or angst. I'm building my way up to writing smut (I'm nervous). These will be x reader (pls specify if you want male or female. If you don't, I'll just do GN!)

I'll write them asap but I work and study full time so might have a lil delay on them.

Please see below a list of people I'll do headcanons for below the cut :D If there's anything you're not sure of, please ask.

Stardew Valley

Bachelors

Bachelorettes

Voltron Legendary Defender

Shiro

Keith

Lance

Hunk

Allura

Coran

Lotor

Mass Effect

Garrus

Kaiden

Miranda

Tali

Liara

Thane

Dragon Age

Alistair

Fenris

Anders

Isabella

Solas

Cullen

Sera

Cassandra

Baldur's Gate 3

Astarion

Gale

Wyll

Karlach

Shadowheart

Lae'Zel

Halsin

Stranger Things

Steve

Eddie

Robin

[antivanruffles]

First lines meme

Ok @linguini17 tagged me to post the first line of my last 10 fics.

How good it is (Hunter x Hunter, Gon/Killua)

They were sharing a bed again, just like when they were younger. 

2. The Letter (Hunter x Hunter, Gon/Killua)

Dear Gon, 

I hate you, and I never want to see you again. 

3. Little Less Lonely (Together) (Mass Effect, F!Shep/Kaidan)

The first time she realized Kaidan was different, it was because she felt heard.  

4. Welcome Home (Dragon Age: Inquisition, Cassandra/Varric)

The whole thing had gotten so blown out of proportion.

5. Better Left Unsaid (Dragon Age: Inquisition, Josie/F!Adaar)

“The Inquisitor is at it again, I see.” Leliana didn’t even bother to hide her amusement as she came to a stop next to Josephine.

6. Waiting on You (Horizon Forbidden West, Aloy/Kotallo)

There were times when the waiting was too much.

7. Always Yours (Hunter x Hunter, Gon/Killua)

Killua was half asleep, the movie long forgotten as he rested his head on Gon's shoulder.

8. Campfires & Consequences (HFW, Aloy/Kotallo)

Overall the journey had been relatively uneventful.

9. Here With Me (Mass Effect, F!Shep/Garrus)

Shepard sighed and leaned back in Chakwas' chair. 

10. It Led Me to You (Hunter x Hunter, Gon/Killua)

He wasn't sure how they got here.

Tagging literally anyone who wishes to participate.

[thatdreadbitch]

“Without those friends . . .

. . . without that ‘affection’ . . .

 . . . all I have in my life is death.

. . . And that's not enough” -Cassandra Shepard

[vulpixelates]

❤️❤️❤️?

I’ll do three different ones for this. :)

Naza Adaar/Cassandra Pentaghast (since you love Cass so much): Naza is... so incredibly intimidated by Cassandra in ways that will  never be represented in dialogue options in-game; she’s a bumbling buffoon in her presence. But that intimidation made her respect her deeply, respect the way Cassandra goes for things that she believes in. Also, she really digs ladies with scars. 

Ro Shepard/Garrus Vakarian: Ro loves watching Garrus clean his rifles, especially the sniper rifle, since she has no experience with it. It’s not even a sexual thing (well, not completely), it’s just a fascination with how meticulous he can be and how he hyper-focuses on it. 

Nora Hawke/Isabela: Nora is kind of an innocent little flower so she’s constantly baffled and dumbfounded by the things that come out of Isabela’s mouth, especially when they first met. It’s always an adventure, and she loves every second of it. (Except the brief period where she constantly flirted with Hawke’s little brother. That was weird.)

For ever “❤️” I receive, my muse will confess something about their romantic interest

[queenailuros]

ME2 screenshot dump time!

Just finished ME2 again for the millionth time, but as said in my last text post regarding ME1, this is my first time screenshotting it for whatever its worth. Mostly paragon Shep, but shes starting to get too tired and too old for this shit so some renegade but only when absolutely needed.

Again, there will be text on my images as I have a 3 year old and a 6 month old so not always able to hear whats being said. Took more pics this time and not all of them are perfect but liked them enough to keep them. Romanced Garrus <3

[dispatchwithlove]

G, M, W and X for the fandom asks?

Hello! So sorry it took me so long to get to this. Life is busy and/or bumpy sometimes! Ok, here goes:

G: What was your first fandom?

I think technically it would be Dragon Age. I got into it so hard! and I started reading fanfic because I loved the world and characters so much. And I may have some DA tattoos 😊

M: A person who got you into a fandom and what fandom they pulled you into.

Well, there's an ME writer @tiger-lilly13 who writes AMAZING shakarian fics. I liked their fics so much I tried out a Predator fic of theirs, having no interest in the fandom prior, and I'm now a big Predator fan.

W: 5 favorite characters from 5 different fandoms

Ooo, this is fun but hard.

Garrus Vakarian, Mass Effect

Elias Ainsworth, Ancient Magus Bride

Cassandra Pentagast, Dragon Age

Viktor, Arcane

Anya, Buffy the Vampire Slayer

X: 3 OTPs form 3 different fandoms

Shepard and Garrus, Mass Effect

Elias and Chise, Ancient Magus Bride

Lavellan Inquisitor and Cullen Rtherford, Dragon Age

Thanks for the asks! They were fun! 😊

[barbex]

I posted 5.188 times in 2021

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I added 5.821 tags in 2021

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#fenris - 576 posts

#anders - 467 posts

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#dragon age fanfiction - 343 posts

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#fenris x anders - 268 posts

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

A treat written for @ziskandra​​, for the @a-paragon-of-their-kind​​ exchange. I’ve never written one of these 5+1 things before and Cassandra and Varric were just perfect for this first try.

Summary:

It's difficult for Cassandra to like Varric, but somehow it still happens.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dragon Age Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cassandra Pentaghast/Varric Tethras Characters: Cassandra Pentaghast, Varric Tethras, Female Inquisitor (Dragon Age) Additional Tags: 5+1 Things, Enemies to Friends to Lovers

36 notes • Posted 2021-08-17 12:50:33 GMT

#4

Reveals!

I wrote three things for @dasmutquisition​. I struggled so much! I don’t know why the smut was fighting me so but it did. 

All these fics are rated E of course, we are the Smutquisiton after all.

Not On The Run  Hawke is the solid wall behind his back, the one he can always trust. It could have been more, but neither ever make a move. But then a familiar voice calls out to Varric in Skyhold.

(M/M, No Archive Warnings Apply, Male Hawke/Varric Tethras, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Hand Jobs, Frottage)

This is my main assignment for @synthdicks. We matched on other things but I couldn’t resist this pairing, especially because he gave such good prompts and those got my brain working. Here I struggled with getting to the smut at all because these two could just hang out and talk forever! 

Wild Roses When the Prince of Starkhaven holds a ball, he and his wife are expected to dance and mingle. Hawke has a better idea though and it involves a balcony in the dark and wild roses.

(F/M, No Archive Warnings Apply, Female Hawke/Sebastian Vael, wallsex, Vaginal Fingering, Penis In Vagina Sex)

Sebastian is my secret muse. I see @lauraemoriarty ask for Sebastian smut, I must write it. This one came together a bit easier but I noticed that I haven’t written F/M in quite some time. 

Distraction is an Artform When Cullen's lyrium withdrawals become unbearable, the Iron Bull knows just what Cullen needs to distract him.

(M/M, No Archive Warnings Apply, The Iron Bull/Cullen Rutherford, Bondage, Anal Sex, Lyrium Withdrawal, Light BDSM)

I wrote this to a prompt by @storybookhawke​. They said “Bull helping to distract Cullen from withdrawals with sex” and the fic popped up like magic. I’m often not nice to Cullen, so I enjoyed writing something good for him this time.

37 notes • Posted 2021-03-16 06:55:34 GMT

#3

@midnightprelude this is all your fault, a dorianders fic. This is for @30daysofdorian

Dorian x Anders, in Skyhold.

Tempted Tevinter

“Have you heard?”

Dorian changes the angle of his head slightly to listen to a former chantry sister and a former circle mage talking behind a column in the garden. They have many “formers” here now, and quite a few unusual friendships have sprouted in this strange hotbed of Skyhold. Dorian has found himself in a disturbingly nice friendship with a dalish mage, a qunari mercenary, and a former knight of the templar order, of all things. A chantry sister and a circle mage sticking their heads together in gentle familiarity is not even that unusual.

“What have I heard?”

“They got him, the rebel.”

“Which one? They’re all apostates now if you listen to the Chantry.” There is a beat of intense silence, for which Dorian can vividly imagine the scrutinizing look the mage gives his friend. “I don’t mean that I listen to the Chantry, you know that.”

The mage clears his throat and holds a dramatic pause before he reveals his knowledge. “It’s Anders, the rebel-mage who blew up the Chantry of Kirkwall.”

“Maker! I thought he was dead. How did they find him?”

“He found us, he came to the Inquisition on his own. Walked up to the gate, said who he is and asked to be let in. They didn’t believe him at first, but they called the Commander over and he recognized him.”

“By Andraste’s heart, he didn’t kill him outright?”

“Welling said the Commander went totally still. His voice was barely more than a whisper when he ordered him to be arrested.”

“When the Commander gets quiet like that —”

“— you know that he’s really angry.”

Dorian closes his book and quietly leaves his secluded corner of the garden. News like these are too interesting to keep working on old tevinter tomes. His steps take him back into the main hall, guided by the cacophony of angry voices yelling over each other. He keeps himself to the shadows, casting a light illusion spell over himself to stay hidden and studies the scene before him.

Inquisitor Lavellan sits on the floor in front of her throne, Varric stands on the step leading up to the throne and Cullen paces around them, stomping up and down the stairs. Josephine leans against the backrest of the throne, frowning at the Commander but keeping quiet. The Commander and Varric are not quite yelling, both of them aware how much Lavellan and Josephine hate yelling, but their tempers are too high to speak reasonably.

Cullen points his finger at Varric, even though he obviously speaks for Lavellan’s benefit. “He doesn’t even deny that he’s guilty, he should be put on trial.”

“And then what?” Varric yells back. “Do you know what kind of figure he is for the mages here? He’s a spirit of guidance by now, they worship him.”

“He still should be punished!” Cullen turns to Lavellan, lowering his voice a little when he catches her frown. “People died, not only in the explosion but also in the aftermath's chaos.” He turns back to Varric. “You should know that.”

Varric pinches the bridge of his nose and then looks up as if he wants to ask for help from the Maker himself. “You know, if you’d asked me maybe six or seven weeks ago, I would have agreed with you. But now, after seeing those templars...”

Tingling under his skin tells Dorian that his illusion spell is running out, and he uses the last bit of stealth to slip past the guard through the door that leads to the dungeon. The air is wet and strangely warm down here from the many hot springs that warm the castle through ingenious plumbing. He steps carefully on the wet stairs; he wouldn’t be the first one to slip here and tumble down.

The guard at the prison cells raises his eyebrow but only nods. Dorian is well known by now as belonging to the so-called inner circle and the days of him being questioned at every step as the evil magister from Tevinter are finally gone. Mostly.

He walks toward the cell with a glowing lock in front. Of course they would use a magic lock for a mage. Looking into the cell through the bars, he sees a slim figure in filthy clothes, leaning back on a stool so that his long, greasy hair sticks to the stones of the cell. Dorian wonders if the man is asleep when he suddenly speaks.

“Well, your’re not a templar.” Dark eyes turn to Dorian, studying him. “Tevinter mage, if I can guess.”

“Guessed correctly, I’m impressed. People usually go for evil magister first.”

Anders grins and Dorian is struck with the impression that all that dirt and greasy hair hides a beautiful man.

Anders touches the metal ring around his throat, a magic suppressing collar. “Can I have another guess? I owe this thing to your expertise.”

Dorian laughs out. “Correct again. I wasn’t convinced that the southern way of lacing food and water with magebane was the best way of going about suppressing magic. Magebane is nasty stuff and poisonous in the long run.”

“And we wouldn’t want to do unhealthy things to mages,” Anders growls bitterly. “I’m sure your fellow mages love you for this.”

Dorian shrugs. “I’m from Tevinter, I’m the first one to tell you of the marvelous and terrible things an angry mage can do. Ask me about time magic sometimes.”

Anders gets up from the stool and walks towards the bars. He is taller than Dorian and despite looking like he hasn’t had a decent meal in weeks, there’s an air of strength and confidence about him that has Dorian take a step back. “Why did you come here? You knew they would arrest you. The Commander seems to know you personally.”

“Curly? Oh, yes.”

Dorian snorts in surprise. “Curly? You call Cullen Curly?”

“Well, Hawke did, and Varric.”

“I must ask Varric why he never told me that.”

“Varric is here too? He just can’t stay out of shit, can he?” Anders wipes the hair from his face, leaving dark streaks on his face. “Cullen, Varric, anybody else here from Kirkwall? Merrill maybe? Dalish elf who knows too much about ancient magic she shouldn’t touch?”

Dorian pulls a handkerchief from his belt and wets it in water that springs from the wall. He hands the cloth to Anders, indicating that he should clean his face. “Never heard of a Merrill, we have Solas for that kind of job.”

Anders cleans his face, revealing a kind face with warm eyes and a cheeky grin in red stubble. “There, pretty enough for you now?”

Dorian lays his head to the side and puts his hand under his chin. “I’m afraid the unwashed hair and coat takes away from the overall effect.”

A smile spreads on Anders’ face and he uses the wet cloth to wipe over his hair, brushing it to the back of his head. The grease keeps it slicked back, and he looks surprisingly serious now, were it not for his smile. The smile makes him look young, daring even, with a livelihood about him that someone in his situation should not even have.

“You are quite beautiful,” Dorian blurts out before he can stop himself.

“Thanks.” Anders turns a bit, draping himself over the bars of his cell as if he’s on display, stretching his arm up and behind him and arching his back.

The whole pose reminds Dorian of body-slaves displaying themselves at one of the many parties he attended. Parties he loved to attend with all their pleasures. Nausea rises in him at the memories. “I would prefer if you didn’t do that,” he presses out between clenched teeth.

Anders looks at him and drops the pose, simply leaning against a bar of the gate. “Can you blame me?”

Dorian steps closer, watching Anders’ brown eyes widen. “Blame you for what?”

“I’ll tell you if you come closer.” Anders looks through the bars, his hands on either side of his face.

Dorian hesitates only a little. He’s one of the best trained mages here and the collar suppresses Anders’ magic, he isn’t a threat. Dorian takes another step closer until he stands right in front of the bars, his nose almost touching Anders’. He studies Anders’ face, the harsh lines carved into it from an equally harsh life, the warm eyes glittering with mischief.

“Closer,” Anders whispers, and when Dorian leans forward, he catches his mouth with his lips, brushing a kiss over it. He suckles on Dorian’s lower lip and then leans back. “Well.” He takes a long breath. “Can you blame me for trying to influence my jailor in my favor?”

Dorian jerks back. “I’m not your jailor.”

Anders laughs out and grabs the collar with both hands. “Certainly looks like it.”

Dorian opens his mouth for a retort when Anders’ hands begin to glow in blue, light traveling up his arms like lightning, and with high pitched noise, the collar snaps in two. Anders throws the pieces through the bars at Dorian’s feet and sits back down on the stool.

“I came here by my own will, I won’t be using magic to fight.” He leans his head back against the wet stone wall and closes his eyes. “I’ve accepted my fate and I’ll accept the judgement.”

“Fasta vass. How did you do that? It should have been impossible.” Dorian steps closer again, regardless of the danger of the unshackled mage in the cell. “Is it that spirit you merged with?”

“Justice is gone.” For the blink of an eye he looks like he is about to cry but he schools his face again. “But he left me with some kind of residue. And I was never...” He trails off, looking into the distance far beyond of his cell’s walls.

Dorian steps right up to the bars. “That’s remarkable. I need to study this, your magic.”

Turning his head, Anders grins at him. “Maybe you should talk to your inquisitor that you need me as a test subject to experiment on.”

“No!” Dorian shouts, his own reaction surprising him, the visceral recoil at this suggestion. “That’s not what I want.” In his imagination, Anders stands by his side as they study the text of an ancient book, flinging spells at each other, laughing, kissing, holding each other. The intense longing in his chest for this idea to become reality has him holding his breath in shock.

Something must have shown on his face because Anders looks at him confused. He shakes his head and leans back again. “Well, pretty jailor, please let me know soon how they’re going to kill me.”

Dorian turns around and storms out of the dungeon. Nobody will kill this man, he'll make sure of that.

43 notes • Posted 2021-05-11 21:25:13 GMT

#2

Kissing someone’s scars for Fenders?

Thank you, @potatowitch and @dadrunkwriting! I'm catching up with the backlog and arrive with some painful romance.

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The water is blissfully cold. Fenris spreads his arms and moves his feet slowly to float. To think that a few weeks ago he had been afraid of water, unable to swim. It needed the pressing heat of summer in Kirkwall for him to overcome his fears and have Merrill, of all people, teach him and Hawke how to swim.

Soon, summer will be over but as if the weather tries to make a statement, the heat covers the coast like a stuffy blanket for days. It's hot and humid and everything sticks to the skin. Stopping at this calm lagoon for a swim, has been Hawke's best idea of late.

Hawke and Merrill have left the water already and are now lying in the sun, whispering and giggling with each other. Fenris looks for Anders and spots him a the far edge of the beach, wading into the water with his shirt on. After a few steps, he sits down, the water lapping at his chest in gentle waves.

Fenris turns and treads water, watching Anders. He does that a lot. They're not enemies anymore but there's still a barrier between them that Fenris doesn't know how to cross. But he wants that, he wants to be closer, he wants Anders to trust him like Hawke trusts Merrill. How can he make Anders understand that he wants to be his friend?

With a few strokes, he swims towards Anders, until the ground brushes against his feet as he comes into the shallow area. Digging his toes into the sand, he waits at a distance for Anders to acknowledge his presence.

"Fenris," Anders finally says, staring into the water in front of him. "Anything you want?"

"Why don't you swim? I know that you know how."

"I do, yes." Anders splays his fingers in the water. "Swimming to escape the Circle was my specialty."

In his mind's eye, Fenris sees Anders swim in desperate fear, black water surrounding him. "It's not a good memory?"

"No, it isn't." Anders sighs and then pushes himself forward. His shirt billows out behind him in the water as he swims towards Fenris in one long stroke. He looks at Fenris, hesitating, as if he wants to say something but decides against it and then swims further out into the lagoon. Fenris follows him, watching how the sunlight plays on Anders' hair.

He pulls up next to him and with wordless understanding, they swim next to each other, turning their backs to the setting sun. Returning to the beach, Anders walks onto the sand, his shirt clinging to his skin. How can he tell Anders that it makes something flutter in Fenris' chest, to see him like this?

Anders sits down on a boulder, warm from the sun, and wrings out the hem of his shirt. Fenris sits down next to him.

"You're going to get cold."

Anders looks at him from behind a curtain of wet hair. It's dripping onto his naked thigh. "I'll be fine."

"Why do you even wear a shirt in the water?" When Anders doesn't react, he continues. "It would dry faster if you took it off."

"Fine." Anders mumbles something to himself and pulls the shirt over his head. When he turns to drape it over the boulder next to him, Fenris sees his back and his breath gets stuck in his throat.

Scars cover Anders' back, scars from lashes with a whip. Lashes he obviously couldn't or wasn't allowed to heal.

"Seen enough?" Anders asks bitterly. "That's why I wear a shirt in the water. Spare others this view."

"I'm sorry," Fenris says.

"Don't be. It was just punishment. Like you always say, mages should stay in the Circle to be safe. I could have avoided all these beatings if I stayed in the Circle like a good little mage but I didn't. So it was really my fault."

"Don't..."

"Sorry. That was unfair." Anders gets up and picks up his shirt, slinging it over his back. "Just ignore me."

Anders walks to the other side of the beach, finding another boulder to drape his shirt over and to lean against. Fenris can't see his face but he knows by they way his shoulders hunch over, that he may be crying.

Fenris scratches his nails over his arms, trying to distract himself from the pain in his chest. How can he tell Anders that he wants to kiss each of his scars until they're just a map to his heart?

44 notes • Posted 2021-10-01 23:34:15 GMT

#1

"sex on a countertop/tabletop/sink because we couldn’t wait to get somewhere with cushions" for fenders?

Oh. Oooh this prompt! You don't even know! 3200 words lemony NSFW, I'm warning you. And thanking you.

for @dadrunkwriting

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Fenris watches Anders fight. He looks sexy. Admittedly.

Previously, Fenris had not paid attention to that. In the before times, he didn't really look at the mage, knowing that as long as his healing magic and barriers reached them, he was probably alright. But now, after several nights of drinking and talking, finding some careful common ground, and even a tentative brush of lips against the other a few nights ago — Fenris pays attention. To the mage.

And he is sexy. No, not just that. The words coming to his mind are caeremonna and ardero and he can't quite translate them.

The sun beats down relentlessly and they were just in the process of removing their clothes to jump into a cold stream somewhere below Sundermount, when a small group of bandits thought they could attack this group of half dressed travellers. A dumb mistake. Isabela has never concerned herself with too much clothing anyway and easily attacks two men from behind before they can even ogle at her breasts. And then there's Hawke. Even with one foot stuck in her boot and the other only clad in a sock, her breastplate dangling on one buckle, Hawke is always sufficiently terrifying as she fights.

Which leaves Anders, wearing nothing but a pair of pants, twirling his hefty staff like it's made of feathers, and slamming it into the ground, binding the earth itself to his will. Magic rolls as a wave of pressure towards the remaining bandits, toppling the ground under their feet. Anders swings his staff again, raising it up to the sky, commanding it, and fire rains down on the enemies.

He holds his staff up with one hand, his chin raised high with a mad grin.

"Never taunt a mage!"

A shiver runs down Fenris' spine.

Fenris doesn't know much about his desires. He was never allowed his own desires, and it has taken him years to unlearn that. For the longest time, his only desire had been to be free, as nebulous a goal as that was. Now, watching the muscles ripple on Anders' back as he swings his staff, seeing him command the elements, an unknown heat rises in him.

"You know what?" Hawke says as she looks at the dead bodies around them. "I think I rather take a bath at home."

Despite Isabela's protests, they make their way back to Kirkwall. Isabela even puts some clothes back on. Anders... doesn't.

Anders put his boots on, but he just rolls his shirt up and drapes it over his neck, leaving his torso naked. Fenris walks behind him, watching him. He can't tear his eyes away. He has seen Anders' scars before, they were even the subject of one of their recent conversations. Anders isn't embarrassed by them. They are part of him, just like the lyrium markings on Fenris' skin. His eyes linger only for a short while on those remnants of a terrible past he's just beginning to learn about.

Mages have a reputation for being weak, fragile. Anders is not weak at all. Anders has broad shoulders, and he hefts his staff like Fenris hefts his sword, with powerful, broad movements. He's a bit too thin, but corded muscles and sinew play under his skin with every movement, showing his strength. Fenris can't stop staring at them.

As they walk towards the dusty cloud over Kirkwall, Anders keeps stopping along the way, picking herbs and mushrooms to put into a bag at his hip. At one point he stops so sudden that Fenris almost runs into him.

Fenris' feet skid on the ground as he comes to a halt. The breath he takes fills his head with Anders' scent, a dash of sweat of course, but underneath is the distinct scent of herbs, sun-kissed hair, lyrium, and the metallic scent of lighting crackling through the air, the taste of Anders' magic he knows well by now. Something clenches in his chest and runs down through his stomach like a ball of fire. And further. He fights against the urge to press his palm against the growing bulge in his pants.

Cursing his body for its reaction, he stomps past Anders and follows Hawke, but he can't stop himself from looking back over his shoulder. Anders bends down, picking leaves from a stem of elfroot, cooing excitedly at the plant. His hair has come loose, swinging forward like a curtain and the rolled-up shirt slides down from his neck and falls to his feet. Anders picks it back up and straightens again, arching his back with his face turned towards the sun.

Fenris stumbles and only Hawke's firm grip on his arm prevents him from falling on his back.

"Whoah, careful." She looks back down the path to where Anders stands in the sun. "Are you coming?"

"Yes, just a moment." He pulls his shirt over his head and ties his hair back, before he picks up his staff again and catches up with them. "The air is just so clean out here, it feels like the sun is closer."

"Yeah, I'm sweating my boobs off," Isabela grumbles. She hefts her breasts in her hands as if weighing them. "Look, I swear they're shrinking."

Anders laughs out as he catches up with the group. "They're just as lovely as ever."

Isabela saunters over to Anders. "You think so, darling?"

Fenris watches as she stretches her chest towards Anders. Something brews hot in his stomach.

"Yes, I do. I'm an expert, remember?" Anders puts his hand under Isabela's breast and makes a concentrated face. "As I said, still perfect."

Isabela giggles and presses herself against Anders. He wraps his arm around her shoulder and laughs with her.

"You alright, Fenris?" Hawke asks. "You're a bit red."

"It's just the heat." He walks ahead, only halfway listening to Isabela and Anders laughing and teasing each other. It shouldn't affect him like this. He shouldn't feel anger burning in him for Anders touching Isabela like this.

Back in Kirkwall, Hawke invites them all to her mansion to clean up and dinner. According to her, Bodahn and Orana made too much food anyway. She commands the use of the master bathroom, dragging Isabela with her with a lewd grin and points them to one of the several other bathrooms in the house. Giggling, she closes the door behind Isabela and herself and Anders and Fenris find themselves alone in the hallway of the upper level.

"Well," Anders says, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. "I could really use a bath."

He doesn't quite look at Fenris, but he still feels his gaze on his skin like a beam of sunlight. "It's on the other side of the mansion," Fenris says and walks ahead. Anders follows him, silently, and Fenris' imagination runs wild at what he could be thinking. They haven't quite reached the kind of closeness yet that would allow him to touch Anders in all the ways he yearns for.

The second bathroom is small, just enough room for a tub and a vanity with a bowl of water and a drain. Dwarven plumbing provides running water and an oven underneath the tub is waiting to heat it up. Luxuries like these are rare down here in the South, and Fenris is grateful to Hawke for her generosity in letting her friends use these things.

"Should I start the fire?" Anders asks. "Or I could just warm the water?" Anders looks at him carefully. "I know you don't like that but..."

"I don't like what?"

"When I use magic."

Fenris frowns. He used to be like that. But now — the lightning scent of Anders' magic, its metallic taste on his tongue — it only reminds him of Anders' smile and the freckles dancing on his nose. "I don't mind it." It's not what he meant to say, but it's all that comes out.

"I just thought, after today... I know I overdid it a bit with the show there." Anders smiles shyly. "I just love being out in the sun so much. Doing magic feels different with so much light all around, with the sunlight warm on my skin." He smiles, a small thing, like a secret he didn't mean to share.

Fenris steps closer without even thinking, as if he can catch the secret smile before it disappears. He traces Anders' upper lip with his thumb, trying to find the shape of the secret smile to memorize it.

Anders gasps, and only now Fenris realizes what he's doing. He stares at Anders, his hand frozen mid air, Anders' breath flowing against it. Everything freezes.

Staring into Anders' eyes, he expects to see confusion there, but it's none of that. Whatever surprise was there at first, it's now something different. Something that looks like hunger.

The smile is back. But now it's a secret they both share.

Anders grabs Fenris' hovering hand and pulls it close, pressing a kiss to the palm.

"You know," Anders mumbles, his lips moving against Fenris' hand. "You looked very impressive out there. You always do. How you swing that giant sword around, the way your hips counterbalance the weight. And the sun made your hair shine golden."

"You were..." Fenris grapples for the right words. "Caeremonna ardero."

Fenris shudders as Anders kisses his wrist, nibbling a little at the skin. "What do those words mean?"

Words. Does he even know words? Anders' lips still slide along the inside of his wrist and Fenris doesn't understand why that touch causes fire to rush through him, all the way down to his cock.

Anders' lips leave his wrist and he almost whimpers. But then Anders pulls him closer and kisses up his arm, to his shoulder and then he presses his lips into the curve of Fenris' neck and he has to hold on to Anders because his knees give out under him.

He can feel Anders smiling against his skin, but he doesn't stop kissing his neck.

"Do they mean pretty and sexy?"

Fenris' mind feels hazy. "What?"

"The words you said." Anders moves closer, his lips sliding up to Fenris' ear. "Do they mean pretty and sexy?"

"No. Yes," Fenris says, suppressing a groan as Anders' lips brush over the shell of his ear. He never felt this way, never experienced how his whole body is made of sensations from every little touch Anders is giving him.

"No or yes?" Anders teases. His lips reach the tip of Fenris' ear and when he kisses the tip, suckling on it, and a moan breaks out of Fenris' throat.

He shudders, and then his mind clears into a single focus. He rushes forward, pressing Anders against the edge of the vanity and puts his hand on his chest. "They mean more than just pretty and sexy. They mean that you are beautiful, desirable, worshipped for everything you are. It means that I watched you, half naked and magnificent, commanding nature itself and instead of being afraid of you and your magic, I wanted nothing more than to kiss you and sink my body into yours."

Anders stares at him wide eyed.

Fenris presses closer, sliding his hand behind Anders' head, into his hair. "Caeremonna ardero."

Anders licks his lips. "If that's what those words mean," he looks up, into Fenris' eyes, "then what are you waiting for?"

Fenris feels like he barely holds on to the last tendrils of his sanity. "We could find a place with cushions."

Anders' eyes are wide and dark, and he licks his lips. "I don't want cushions, I want you."

Fenris surges forward, kicking Anders' feet apart to grind his hips against Anders'. He kisses him, desperately, a wet mess of lips and tongues and teeth clacking. Anders moans into his mouth, clinging to Fenris' back with one arm and holding himself upright with the other.

Anders tears at Fenris' armor and leans back. "Off, all of it."

Reluctantly, Fenris leaves the heat of Anders' body and steps back to loosen buckles and belts. Anders does the same, slipping out of his shoes, pants and shirt and quickly stands naked in front of Fenris. His cock points straight up, with the tip peeking out of the foreskin.

Fenris swallows, hard, and hurries to get rid of the rest of the layers on him. Gauntlets fall with a clatter and he almost trips when he tries to slip out of his pants. Anders grabs his arm, holding him upright. When Fenris is finally naked, Anders draws him back between his legs, pulling him close, grinding their hard cocks together.

"Andraste's arse," Anders gasps. "I've been dreaming about this." He grabs Fenris' face with both hands. "I've been dreaming about you. I haven't slept right ever since you kissed me. You drive me to insanity."

"It can't possibly be as mad as you drive me," Fenris says and kisses a trail along Anders' jaw. He pushes, and Anders leans back and sits down on the edge of the vanity, spreading his legs and pulling his knees up. Fenris leans into him, stroking along the inside of Anders' thighs. "Caeremonna ardero."

Anders moans into his ear. "You keep saying that, and still you keep me waiting. Sink your body into mine, wasn't that what you said?" Anders scoots towards the edge of the vanity and wraps his legs around Fenris. "Come on, I want you, I need you."

Fenris growls and shifts his hands under Anders' ass, pulling him forward so that his cock presses against Anders' balls. The muscles in Anders' ass quiver. He fixes his gaze on Anders' eyes and grins. "Mage. Prepare yourself."

Anders lets out an unintelligible curse and shoves his hand between his legs and their bodies. His magic glows golden between them and it tingles through Fenris' markings. He gasps, it feels like Anders touches his whole being, his magic an embrace under his skin, he can even taste it on his tongue, the metallic taste he recognises specifically as Anders' magic.

"Fenris, I need a bit."

"I know." Despite some sort of feral need burning in him, Fenris is not that far gone that he would fuck Anders without preparation. He shoves Anders further up onto the vanity and slowly pushes a finger into his hole. The grease Anders' spell produced tingles along the white line on his finger.

"Maker, fuck, more, I can take more, come on." Anders angles his hips, clinging to Fenris' shoulders, his heels digging into Fenris' back as he fucks himself on Fenris' finger.

He adds another finger and stills, curling them forward until Anders bucks his hips and cries out.

"Fuck, yes!" Anders' fingers dig into Fenris' shoulders, his fingernails scratching deliciously. With a needy whine, he pins Fenris in his gaze. "Now, please, I need you now."

Fenris pulls his fingers out but hesitates. "I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't." Anders presses forward, rubbing Fenris' cock between his ass-cheeks. "The spell is not just for grease, you know."

"It opens you?"

Anders grins widely. "Magic has its uses sometimes." He presses his hole against the tip of Fenris' cock, rocking his hips as he holds on to Fenris' shoulders.

Fenris aligns his cock with one hand, sliding his other hand into the hair at Anders' neck. He watches him, watches for signs of discomfort as he rocks his hips, thrusting into Anders, his fingers clenching into Anders' neck.

"Fuck, please, yes," Anders babbles, his eyes never leaving Fenris'. "You feel good, yes."

Encouraged by Anders' eyes, just a tiny ring of gold around his pupils blown wide, Fenris holds on to his shoulders and thrusts forward, sheathing himself in Anders' willing body.

A guttural moan leaves Anders and then he goes utterly soft in Fenris' arms. His eyes glaze over and he smiles, wobbly, as if he dreams. Fenris rocks his hips, trying to be gentle, and with every thrust into Anders, a soft sound leaves his plush lips. Fenris pulls him closer, needing to kiss those lips.

Anders' shoulders roll forward and he bends down to answer Fenris' kiss. He is soft, so very soft and hungry, kissing Fenris as if he needs him to live, his tongue sliding into Fenris' mouth in the same rhythm that his hips thrust towards Fenris, taking him deeper. He moans into Fenris' mouth and Fenris can't get enough of the sounds Anders makes. He's practically purring between moans and curses and when he breaks the kiss, Anders wraps his arms around Fenris and buries his face in his neck.

"Harder, more." Anders' voice is a hoarse rasp against Fenris' ear.

Fenris shudders, grabs Anders' hips and pulls him forward to the edge of the vanity. Wild desire rushes through him, his pulse beats loudly in his ear and his body fills with a feral need that has his hips snap forward faster and harder. "Caeremonna," Fenris mumbles, "ardero."

"Yes, adero," Anders whispers, and hearing the word from Anders' mouth does something to Fenris.

He thrusts forward, sliding his arm under one of Anders' legs, and presses his body into a curve. Anders cries out as the angle changes and his breath comes in harsh gasps. Fenris breath sounds the same, he keeps thrusting, breathing in Anders' scent, tasting lighting as magic pulses all around them.

For a moment he is nervous, the old fear rising in him, but then Anders moans into his neck and all the fears fall away. This is right. Only this.

"Anders."

"Yes?"

"I'm gonna come."

Anders' pushes back against Fenris' thrusts and his hand flies to his cock. "In me, come in me, I want to feel you fill me." He rubs himself, long fingers wrapped around his cock.

Fenris thrusts harder, chasing his release, pleasure rising higher. He is tense like a bowstring, ecstasy building and building, he rushes towards that crest, that peak, with every thrust of his hip, the pressure almost unbearable.

"I want you, I want to feel your seed dripping out of me." Anders' voice, and they way his body wraps around him, how is soft he, how eager he answers every push of Fenris' hips with a thrust of his own, how he clings to Fenris — all of these finally push Fenris over the edge.

His markings light up in blinding blue, tingling with Anders' magic and then his vision goes white. He spills with a cry, his whole body shaking. Anders convulses around his cock with his own orgasm, gasping and moaning and a wave of pressure pulses out of him in golden light.

Anders leans back and Fenris collapses against his chest, his knees unable to hold his weight.

"Ouch, my back," Anders groans.

Fenris chuckles against his neck. "As I said, we could have found a place with cushions."

Anders' seed sticks to both their stomachs and Fenris' drips down between them. Anders looks at the mess and laughs quietly. "Now we really need a bath."

Fenris leans back and looks into Anders' eyes. "Heat the water, mage."

Anders grins and raises his hand up. A fireball grows in his hand and Fenris feels the magic tingle along his markings. Like lighting, but familiar. Like the freckles dancing on Anders' skin.

58 notes • Posted 2021-12-03 23:12:41 GMT

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Character Analysis Ask: Garrus | Vivienne

Thanks for asking :)

Garrus

How I feel about this character: I think he's fine as a character, but part of his fandom sadly ruined him for me.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Garrus x Maleshep, Garrus x Tali, Garrus x Dr Michel.

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Him and Thane would be good friends imo.

My unpopular opinion about this character: I think he and his romance are overly worshipped by the fandom.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: I wish he could have stood up more to Shep in the Sidonis mission, and that it was possible for him to leave if his relationship with Shep was not good at that point.

Vivienne

How I feel about this character: My fav DAI mage.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: I wish I could have romanced her with the Inky. I think she and Josie and she and Leli would be nice.

My non-romantic OTP for this character: I see her being good friends with Josie and Cassandra.

My unpopular opinion about this character: Shes the best option for Divine.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: I'd have love to see more of her opening and bonding with the Inky.

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Character Ask

[strawberrykidneystone]

Peeling the Pomegranate

cassandra shepard is restored once again after the destroying the reapers, but she has no memories of anything that happened to her besides anderson telling her that they needed to talk about something. good thing shenhas most of her former crewmates at her side to help.

chapter 1: once more from the top

[athena1138]

I saw this tag post the other day but wasn't on my computer so I put it off. (Sorry if someone has already tagged me in this, I haven't had the spoons to do tag posts lately. I intend to go back through my notes to catch up here in a bit.)

Anyways. The game was to list the names of everything in your WIP folders. I'm thrilled. I also figured it's a good excuse to go see what all I've got in the works and to embarrass myself for my lack of willpower to see anything through. (And this isn't even the shit I have open in docs right now)

So here's mine. The bold and italics are big folders, just bold are subfolders, just italics are sub-subfolders, italics with ---- in front are sub-sub-subfolders. God help me if there's more

(I have a WIPS Unlikely to be Posted folder but it's... not good. So. We'll ignore that one yeah?)

WIPS Posted but still in progress (series)

Alena

Chapters for Faded to Be Together 3

Faded to Be Together 5

Faded to Be Together Rewrite

Life Story

the smut

Josephine

Modern AU Pool Party 10

Varric

A Reunion

Asra x Morgana pre-death

WIPS Unposted

Arcana

Morgana alphabet traits

Morgana learns the truth 1

Castlevania

Alucard and the Beast 1

Critical Role

caduceus x camellia, visitor in the grove

kima and allura daughter

Dragon Age

Alistair

the flowershop au

Cassandra

Dripping

Soft

Cullen

----scenes that might already be in the faded to be together doc

Cullen x Lavellan, different now

Sad Solavellan where lavellan is with cullen now

Cullen college fic

ex-dancer lavellan x cullen

the perfect moment, cullen

wardens cousin lavellan x cullen

Fenris

1st AutoRecovery save of belladonna isn't a person 6

commander fenris

fenris angst 1

Hawke Goes Down 2 i guess 1

Hawke Goes Down

rewrite of fenhawke

Solas

A modern AU Dragon Age Inquisition

graceful

mythal connection thing

solas roommates 2

Greedfall

Kurt

one bed

the laboratory

Labyrinth

Amnesty Rewrite

Maleficent

Ancient

Marvel

matt murdock fic

Mass Effect

Garrus

shepard post war x garrus

Liara

Vega

traumatized shepard x vega

vega x shepard

briseis x vega, not the war i have to fight

Star Trek

bones migraine

mark x data in the holosuite

hoo boy that's a lot more than i thought i had 😅 anyways, um, lemme tag some peeps. @incognito-insomniac @innocentflyingbutterfly @gaymingbinosaur @shepav3llan @restitutor-orbis

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Fanfic Masterpost ... sort of

In honor of Fanfic Appreciation, I put together a list of my fics for anyone who’d like to look 

Under the cut, because length

Dragon Age:

After the Glitter Fades (Glitterverse):  Hawke x Fenris, modern AU. (Long fic, WIP) Hawke and Fenris are movie stars in a torrid love affair. Fenris has a mysterious past. Also Cassandra is investigating a murder mystery? Varric, as ever, is a delight. (*this is borrowed from @nug-juggler‘s excellent and shorter summary!)

Memorable quote:   Fenris observed candidly was something sacred. For a moment, Hawke fiercely wished she were an artist. The scene in front of her was too… every word she could think of— beautiful, elegant, breathtaking— was trite, a pale description of perfection. 

In the Heart of the Woods: Lavellan x Fairbanks rarepair. (WIP) Inquisitor Lavellan’s heart is broken by a certain Commander, Fairbanks has an appreciation for her, and a love story blooms like elfroot in the Emerald Graves.

Memorable quote:   This kiss, she thinks, two mouths moving in perfect unison, is a spell of its own. Not quite love, not yet, but close enough she can pretend it is. Hope wells up, a solid thrum beating in counterpoint to her heart, and for one perfect moment, the world just bows down and… stands still. All that exists, all that ever has existed or ever will exist is wrapped up right here, right now, in Fairbanks’ lips on hers. Motes of dust turn golden in the sunbeams splashing through the roof, and a touch— his thumb, her cheek— says a million more words than words ever could.

Yesterdays: Surana x Zevran, mild Surana x Alistair pining. Post Origins, complete. A Warden’s sacrifice means something only as long as someone remembers it. A king looks back, balancing regrets with happiness.

Memorable quote:   With a half-sob, he realizes he’s forgotten the sound of her voice. Oh, he remembers how it made him feel, all those years ago, all the glorious, shining moments where happiness dwells still. But what she truly sounded like, what sounds she made as she buried herself in books, the snap of her magic, the low buzz of her and Zevran whispering in their tent, all of that is gone. He knows it happened, but the memory is lit dimly in his mind, a torch burned too low to be flame but not low enough for embers yet.

If You Ever Did Believe (for my sake):  Lavellan x Cullen. (On temporary hiatus) A wary Commander. A lost Dalish mage. Two hearts beating alone and exhausted on a battlefield, their only rest coming from each other.

Memorable quote:   “Does your Maker hate us so much?” Isera asked bitterly, and for a moment, Cullen felt as though years had rippled, bringing his past self— still clanking through the halls of Kinloch Hold in Templar plate— and his current together. He’d asked Ser Greagoir the same question once, after a Harrowing went wrong and the body of a former apprentice lay at their feet. So much potential wasted, so much fear in the mages’ eyes after that. For once, Greagoir had shown a hint of emotion, clapping Cullen’s shoulder briefly before walking away, but hadn’t answered.

Voiceverse:  Lavellan x Solas/Dread Wolf. (WIP) Building off of the great works of @khirsahle and @athreehundredthirtythree. All mages are born with a soulmate--a voice they hear in the darkness of the Fade all their lives. The lucky ones find their soulmates and forge a bond strong enough to threaten the very foundations of the Chantry. At least, that's what they claim. So what happens when a Dalish mage hears the voice of their most reviled and feared god shaping her dreams? 

Memorable quote:   Accompanying the thundering voice, great fissures ruptured around her hiding spot, green light streaking upward as they gathered into a roiling cloud. A wave of raw sound— howls, cries, pleas— rolled over her, forcing her to her knees. Iveani clapped her hands over her ears, losing her own scream among the agony thundering through the Fade. All caution, all her hard-won lessons about walking the Fade, vanished into the back of her mind under the need to simply ride out the explosion and survive.

Mass Effect:

Home is Where You Are: Ryder x Jaal (WIP). Ryder didn’t cross two galaxies and 600 years in search of love. But damn if she didn’t find it anyway.

Memorable quote:   “I should take a shower,” he mumbled, as the same time as Sara said, “Would you like to stay?” Both of them broke off, staring at the other, and she laughed nervously. That feeling was back, the one from the tech lab, fragility and strength and affection turned fierce and bright tumbling over and over one other.

A Song of Sea and Stars: Garrus x Shepard x Thane (WIP). Our favorite turian badboy sees right through the mask the galaxy’s most famous Commander projects. Neither of them expected to fall in love on a host of impossible missions. And both are taken by surprise by a pious Drell who steals both their hearts.

Memorable quote:   (He opens his eyes, shocked how it feels to look into her face, intimate and hungry. He hazily notices that up close, her eyes are thulium-gray. There's a hot, tight knot in his chest and she's pressed so close, he thinks he could count each faint freckle on her face.) (They look like tiny stars.) (…there are twenty-eight on her right cheek. Thirty on her left. And fourteen, right across the bridge of her nose.) (Those are his favorite. They remind him of his own markings.)

the sound of shattering glass: Generic Shepard, post-Tuchanka, pre-Citadel II. The Shroud explodes, taking a beloved friend with it. Shepard only has herself to blame.

Memorable quote:   “Damn Reapers,” he said, striving for nonchalance. “Always throwing us around.” “Banged us up pretty good,” she agreed, and he knew she wasn’t talking about their bumps and bruises. “So what do we do about them?” “Get back on our feet. Keep fighting.” Garrus hummed as she shifted closer, pressed her forehead against his neck. “Maybe find a way to use some really big canons I spend half my time adjusting.”

Star Wars:

He Might Like That: Mandalorian x Cara Dune pining. So they argue. So they took down Gideon, and have a magic green frog baby older than both of them. That doesn’t make them a thing. Does it?

Memorable quote:   He tunes back into the not-so-friendly argument in time to hear Greef splutter. “You trash talked while holding hands! If that’s not flirting, I’m a kowakian monkey lizard.” “It was arm wrestling, not holding hands,” Din points out mildly. 

Star by Star:  Post TRoS. Ben x Rey pining, Finn x Rey x Poe. Can three hopeless idiots in love fill a wound as deep as the death of a dyad? Maybe not, but they’re out to try anyway.

Memorable quote:   “You know,” Poe whispers, a glint of mischief in his eyes, “if we ever did tell him we loved him, he’d probably sleep right through it.” Rey touches her fingers to his lips, tracing the shape of his questioning smile. It’s an invitation to play, that smile. A careful offer of love, of comfort. And though she’s not sure if he can really understand when even she doesn’t, she’s finally ready to try a little. 

Counting The Days (Since Exegol): Finn x Rey x Poe, Ben x Rey. Its been 42 days since Palpatine’s death. 42 long days since she felt the surge of light in Ben Solo. And in her dreams, something whispers on the edge of the Force. But she’s shut it down too tightly to hear it. 

Memorable quote:   True to form, Poe can’t resist the urge to kiss away Finn’s troubles whenever possible, and Rey looks away to give them a moment. Some love stories work out, yes, and she loves Finn and Poe more than almost anything else. But that doesn’t stop the way bitterness floods her mouth as the memory of Ben surfaces, and it isn’t until Poe gently squeezes her knee (and she throttles back the near-instinctive urge to break his fingers from a lifetime of fending off handsy scavengers on Jakku) that she comes back to the moment. His brow furrows and she reaches for him, smoothing out the lines of his frown with her thumb. “I’m okay,” she says, answering his unspoken question. It’s mostly a lie, but she has to say it. Most days, she’s okay enough.

A Language Made for Lovers: SWTOR (NSFW). Torian Cadera x Bounty Hunter, gender neutral. Reflections on love and marriage under the glow of hyperspace.

Memorable quote:   He murmurs in your ear, words that should sound harsh in that still-new tongue scalding your mouth, molding you from aruetii to mandalorian. But the love in his voice softens them, steeps them in warmth and adoration. Still the language of a hunter, of those brave souls willing to be reforged, but with a gentle side, a language reserved for lovers. Words like cyare and riduur, words that mean I love you and forever and home.

Malicious Compliance: SWTOR (NSFW). Malavai Quinn x Sith Warrior, gender neutral. Far away, in an apartment no one knows about, a Sith Lord plays dire games of control... and trust.

Memorable quote:   It takes a man with the courage of an entire fleet of Mandalorians to love a Sith, and oh, how he loves you. Like you hung the moons and the stars and all the spaces between. Like you are his other half, like loving you is his sole purpose in life, does Malavai Quinn love you. Your old masters spoke nothing of this, of this enraging hunger gnawing at your bones and curling into the hollows of your rib cage. ... Is it really even love if you don’t want to devour him just a little?

Misc:

Tumblr Prompts: Grab bag of every fandom and series listed above. Prompts filled originally here on tumblr.

Visual Files: Collections of art and commissions from talented friends and artists here on tumblr.

Every Beautiful Thing: Crimson Peak. Thomas x Edith, Edith x Alan. Edith learned, in the dark halls of Allerdale, not to take ghosts lightly. But still she waits, every year, for a chance to see Thomas again. Until the night their son tells her he can see him too.

Memorable quote:   Snow heralds nothing but pain in Edith’s world: first her mother’s funeral, smothered in fat white flakes wet on her lashes like tears, then her father’s. Smaller ones, then, rain slowly freezing and scattering on the ground; the ones that night at Allerdale were the smallest yet, more ice pellet than snow. Jagged, hateful things scraping at her with a cold that burned through skin and encased bone.…God, how she has come to hate the snow.

Where I Can’t Follow: Co-authored by @suspendnodisbelief. show!Witcher, mild Geralt x Jaskier. (Temporary hiatus) Drawing from a variety of inspiration, including greek mythos. Geralt takes a blow meant for Jaskier, finally granted the death by battle he expects Witchers to end by. And Jaskier is not having it, at all. It’s his turn to save Geralt, even if he has to walk the entire bloody underworld to do it.

Memorable quote: “Geralt, get up. Come on, open your eyes. You’re going to upset Roach if you keep this up, and she’ll bite me. You know you aren’t allowed to be dead, because Yennefer didn’t give you permission, and neither did the Princess, and I’m pretty sure they both outrank you.”  

[antivanruffles]

Fics 'n Such

Here's some general housekeeping for organization (it's still a mess LOL).

my AO3 & Spotify

Favorite ships to write:

Aloy x Kotallo (Horizon Forbidden West)

Anne x Phillip (The Greatest Showman)

B'Elanna x Tom (ST: Voyager)

Cassandra x Varric (Dragon Age)

Cullen x Fem!Inquisitor (Dragon Age)

Garrus x FemShep (Mass Effect)

Gon x Killua (Hunter x Hunter)

Josephine x Inquisitor (Dragon Age)

Kaidan x FemShep (Mass Effect)

Keyleth x Vax (Critical Role)

Kima x Allura (Critical Role)

Rei x Jadeite (Sailor Moon)

Fic tags:

Dragon Age

Carwheeler

Cassarric

Critical Role

General Fic Tag

Greatest Showman

Kotaloy

Killugon

Mass Effect

OC Fanfic

Prompt Fills

Sailor Moon

General fun tags:

Fanmixes

Parks and Voyager

Silly Screencaps

Twilight Drunkwatch

Kate liveblogs

[thatdreadbitch]

Snippet Sunday

Fandom: Mass Effect 2

Word Count: 294 Pairing: FemShep x Garrus (Pre-relationship) ~~

"Cerberus, Shepard? I wont pretend to know what the Alliance does to people who come back from the dead, but surely it's not worse than what they do to Cerberus agents." Garrus said, raising an eye at Cassandra as he approached carefully. She leaned back on the table, gripping it tightly and taking deep breaths to keep her biotics under control. "Need me to break you out of here? I think we could easily take down the crew if we worked together," he whispered in her ear, the eye on the undamaged side of his face level with hers. She could see the concern that his voice masked.

"I need you to call me 'Lilith' when we're in Council Space." She whispered back. "I can explain more on Illium."

"Are you absolutely sure about this, Shepard?"

"I hate the idea of working with these people more than you could ever imagine, but I've already tried talking to the council and they cant give me any more help than they already have; and it wasn't much and as always it came with strings attached. The Alliance has officially declared me dead so I'm completely cut off from those options. I'd completely understand if you don't want any part of this. Just because I'm trapped in this situation, doesn't mean you should be."

"I still think this is crazy . . ." he shrugged, "But, I want to believe that you're still the friend I followed through a mass relay in a Mako. So I'll stay; at least for now." He said, wrapping her in a hug. She hugged him back with a small smile. "Besides, someone has to repair the vehicles you manage to break and I doubt Cerberus has seen what you can do to a Mako."

[minghaocouture]

Get to know me tag

i was tagged by the lovely @tearsofsyrup

Tagging: (idk who to tag x.x so like if you wanna do it just do it and tag meee)

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Rules: tag 8 people you want to get to know better!

Favorite Color: Blues! all shades!

Last song I listened to: Crawl out through the Fallout by Sheldon Allman (just finished playing some Fallout 4)

Favorite musician: Seventeen, Poets of the Fall, Dreamcatcher, Oneus, and  Monsta X just to name a few.

Last film i watched: Sinbad:Legend of the seven seas

Last show I watched: Blue Exorcist 

Favorite Characters: uhhhhh Yamamoto Takeshi (KHR), Alphonse Elric (FMA), 707 (Mystic Messenger), Asra (The Arcana), Varric (Dragon Age), Garrus Vakarian (Mass Effect), John Hancock (Fallout 4), Chrome Dokuro (KHR), Riza Hawkeye (FMA), Portia Devorak (The Arcana), Lace Harding (Dragon Age), Cassandra Pentaghast (Dragon Age), and a lot more x.x

Sweet, spicy, savory: savory, because too many sweets hurt my teeth and...i am literally the stereotype that white people can’t eat spicy food lol

Sparkling water, tea, or coffee: Peppermint tea!

Pets: I’m v allergic to pet fur so I don’t have any T^T, but i do wanna get a snake.