#daeran x knight commander

[spyridonya]

Harvest

Chapter 16. mercury.

Fandom: Wrath of the Righteous

Main Characters: The Knight Commander (Kadira), Daeran, Lann

Minor Characters: The Other

Pairings: The Knight Commander / Daeran / Lann

Trigger Warnings: Vomiting, panic attacks.

Summary:  The count only wanted a drink of water...

[grimvestige]

More silly memes, but this time it's more Wrath stuff ^.^

[drizzerey]

Haters gonna hate XD I made this based on this meme

I felt it was appropriate cause this is how it is in my fic (eventually)

[dmagedgoods]

Somehow I never posted the full picture on tumblr and wonder how this happened. Daeran and Knight Commander Salvadore by the amazing NuraBelmax.

[bite-the-bloody-hand]

Imagine you just went to the birthday party of a guy you're kinda into but he's kind of a dick, and then you Learn Some Shit and it's like 'well I gotta turn this night around' and you pretend to get real drunk (because let's face it that THING after the drinking contest sobered you up so fast you think you stepped into an alternate timeline) and carry him around like a princess because it's funny and you have no ulterior motives it's just that he also left a secret message for you in his haunted house and you think you might have to marry this guy.

[quenthel]

King of Mendev and his husband... some baker idk

[rollofleaf]

WIP Wednesday oncemore!

Nadia suddenly decided to crawl into his lap, earning a brief pause as she leaned against his chest, one hand idly trailing his side. “You can stop going on about cookware. I think I’ve thought of a better use for that mouth.”

She wore only a simple sundress, leaving little of her curvy form to the imagination. Daeran reflexively wrapped his arms around her stomach, tsking and shaking his head. “Mmm, I’ve thought of it too, but I shouldn’t. You’re dangerous, you know…

The dhampir brushed a strand of hair from her eyes as she closed in for a kiss. “Stop running from me, Daeran. I’m not dangerous to you…” Their lips met in a soft embrace that made Nadia melt. Her doubts fell away as she pulled back, a sultry grin on her lips.

Daeran smirked down at her, squeezing his arms gently as he leaned forward to press a kiss to her neck. “Perhaps I will… You know, I didn’t expect a dead woman to be so soft…”

“I’m not dead. Not undead either. Just somewhere in the middle. But the softness… It’s because you’re getting Nadia the woman. Not the Aeon, not the alchemist, not the Commander. Just a woman, who right now craves your touch…” She bit down on her lip as Daeran’s heavenkissed frame pressed against her generous curves of pale flesh.

The aasimar slowly stood, lifting Nadia in his arms with some effort and a grunt that shook his golden hair. “Should we get to privacy? I don’t think the city should see what comes next…”

Nadia smirked and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “I find it hard to believe Count Arendae doesn’t regularly indulge in things like this in public! But yes, Drezen shouldn’t bear witness to all the -depraved- things we’re about to do to each other.”

The words managed to evoke a blush from even him as he promptly carried her into her private study, wasting no time in setting her down and pressing her against the wall. His hands roamed her plush, lukewarm form already as she let out a squeak, his lips dipping down to kiss and nibble on her neck.

Nadia drifted off as her eyes caught her mirror, meeting the eyes of the Aeon, her perfect self, staring back at her. It judged her. She winced. She knew Daeran was wrong, the eyes of the Aeon that perceived an aura, a fundamental wrongness around him, constantly reminding her of his crime against the universe in becoming a vessel for the Other.

Nadia was meant to be perfect, a keeper of the beautiful eternal cycle, a true arbiter of universal law. Yet such pressure was bound to make her crack. Why shouldn’t she allow herself this flaw? These sweet mortal pleasures, with a man she knew to be the worst choice possible for her stress relief… She felt the disapproval of the Aeon, those starlight eyes boring into her, judging. It left her dripping.

[kafkaesqxe]

OK I'll try a headcanon: Harrow and Lann bond over eating weird, disgusting things in front of Daeran

8/10

We all know how... colorful the mongrels' diet is, and Harrow was often starved as punishment for perceived disobedience so they quickly learned not to be a picky eater. As such, these two are willing to eat pretty much anything if the other option is going hungry, so Daeran was often apalled by their dietary choices while on the road. It started out as Lann and Harrow simply like. Eating the most convenient thing which happened to be disgusting by Daeran standards, but his griping was kinda funny so they escalated it and purposefully started hunting weirder animals or eating unusual body parts - all while making deliberate eye contact and wearing matching shit eating grins. Eventually Regill put a stop to it but it was very funny while it lasted.

[milk-crafting]

15. trembling hands for venna?

This was a tough one, for some reason!!

Trembling hands

Venna bolts upright in bed and presses her fingers to the place where the wound on her chest had once resided, a dull ache rising to the surface beneath her fingertips, a cold sweat beading on her pale skin. A tan hand reaches out, slender fingers twining with her own. Daeran's skin is warm and smooth and his movements are slow and dreamy as he urges her to lay back down.

"When will the nightmares stop," she breathes out as he pulls her body close to his.

"They might not," he says frankly, arms wrapped around her as she clasps her trembling hands together between their chests. "But the real terror is over, and we survived it. Not everybody can say that."

Venna nods slowly after a pause, focusing on the steady heartbeat and slow breathing from the man she lies with, the gentle sounds of their bodies and the night outside lulling her back into a less-troubled sleep.

[kafkaesqxe]

I just wanna hop on quickly and say to any people that stumble on my blog -

I am fully part of the Bi Lann Agenda!!

My Knight-Commander Harrowhark "Harrow" Oriphale is nonbinary!! Lannarrow is bi as fuck!! Do not think that just because Harrow is afab that erases their or Lann's bisexuality!

I'm gonna update my fic on AO3 to make this clear, it's from before I came out so Harrow is still listed as an Original Female Character but that is no longer the case.

Also- Everyone here is a talented writer! Read their fics!!

Last but not least here's the spite orgy fic I threatened to write a few weeks ago. An Anon on AO3 has been going around leaving some nasty comments to anyone who portrayed Lann as anything other than straight and super smart and awesome and well...I couldn't have that.

Rating: E

Pairings: Daeran/Lann, Ariadne/Lann, Ariadne/Daeran/Lann, Ariadne/Daeran/Woljif

Warnings: No major archive warnings apply; it's exactly what it says on the tin, so it features group sex, oral and anal, and pegging. Also, Lann has two dicks.

[thedragonagelesbian]

For the OC relationship asks:

1 for Cyrus x Anders

49 for Cyrus x Bryn

10 for Cyrus x Daeran 💕

OC Relationship Asks!

1. Who fell first? Who fell harder? (CyrusXAnders)

I have a very long answer to the question of when/how they fell for each other here, but the tl;dr is that Anders fell first, basically from the first time Cyrus interposed himself between Anders and a templar in the Chantry. And neither fell harder than the other because they're both very intense & passionate people with devotion issues & they fell for each other like an unstoppable force meeting an immovable object.

49. Is there a word or gesture that makes either of them melt? (Durge!CyrusXBryn)

Oh gosh so many........ For Cyrus, so alone & lost & scared, any kind of physical touch or kind word makes him weak in the knees-- the graze of Bryn's knuckles against the back of his hand, her hand on the small of his back, the reassuring whisper of I'm here or I have you or you're safe. I can't speak for Bryn as well as you could, obviously, but I imagine the kneeling & the bowing & the hand kissing, the displays of gallantry & devotion and the insistent, almost pleading murmur of I'm yours, are exciting

10. Who plays with whose hair? (CyrusXDaeran)

It's a mandatory Cyrus LI trait that you have to like playing with his hair, and Daeran loves it, both for his general love of physical intimacy and his specific love of dolling Cyrus up. Braids and clips and pins and ribbons, anything that makes Cyrus look jaw-dropping gorgeous so Daeran can preen & fawn around him and smirk smugly at all the nobles jealous that he's the one on the Knight Commander's arm

[spyridonya]

Monster

Summary: Sometimes the count and the commander need reassurance.

Word Count: 596

Trigger Warnings: Body issues, body positivity, post sex cuddles.

"Why do you find me attractive?"

In the softness of his halo’s light in the aftermath of chasing the chill from each other’s bodies from the trip back to Drezen, the question caught Count Arendae off guard, his fingers still from running through the Knight Commander's sweat soaked curls. Neither honeyed nor foul words settled on his tongue as he turned upon the emotion hidden in her small voice in his mind.

The vulnerability that Kadira shared with him could be overwhelming at times, a fawn offering her throat to the wolf's jaws with sincerity despite the undercurrent of fear. Daeran didn't deserve such things, though he was quick to seek and find such things, ripping them out from the sinews, taking delight in the taste of hurt while he watched his victim's eyes grow wide and their mouth draw too tight.

"How could I not?" Daeran murmured, his attempt to look down at the tiefling was spoiled by her burying her face into the crook of his shoulder.

"Many people don't," She countered, her lovely lullaby voice muffled against his skin. A fair point to a response that didn't mean to hurt, but didn't reassure.

"And many people are fools." Daeran felt her shift in his arms, the warm weight becoming stiff when it was supple just an instance ago. Another fair reaction. "What brought up this poisonous little thought?"

The commander didn’t look up, "I... I overheard all your conversations with Wenduag on the way back from Winter. I plan to speak to her about her abuse, she shouldn't be talking to you that way, but-" Daeran felt her breath tickle against his breast bone and felt her head tilt up and he peered down in response. Her eyes were so vibrant in his halo light, like a bright winter sky. "I heard how you saw beauty in the monstrous. I kept thinking I was... I know I'm not a monster, but I'm a tiefling, I'm fat, I'm awkward, I'm inhuman from the legs down. We don't-"

He pulled her close in the warmth of the covers and his arms tightened about her. "And many of my countrymen would see just that, if you weren't so remarkably empowered, and they might still see that simply ignore this in their magnanimity. They're fools, Kadira. They don't see how voluptuous you are, how it’s so very easy to lose yourself in your body. They don't see how lashes frame your eyes or how your lips curve into a perfect smile. They’re too stupid to see how beautiful you are. You’re not a monster at all."

He felt her pressing harder against his body and her arms tightening around his frame. "You're not ashamed of me?"

"Never," He laughed, the laugh he has when he forgets himself, the one he's managed to hide successfully for a decade until Kadira came into his life. This terrible creature with too big of heart that she hides behind pragmatism until she’s in her arms. He doesn't deserve any of this, none of this trust or softness. Daeran doesn't speak of this, even if she deserves to hear it, he's not ready. He's not ready to admit to something he might lose, "A wiser person would say you should be ashamed to share a bed with me."

Daeran suddenly found himself hesitant on hearing her answer to this. If her sincerity slips with a pretty lie or she maintains it with a dignified silence.

Rather, she presses a kiss to his neck, exactly where his pulse gallops despite his bated breath "Never."

[grimvestige]

when you wanna flirt with your aasimar boyfriend but he points out regill is going to lecture you if you're late to a council meeting again

[drizzerey]

So I've been writing in my fanfic that Daeran and Lann have a bitter rivalry over Driz, even though Driz would never go for Daeran (for a number of reasons, but the big one being she seeks connection and is very emotion driven, and he is very closed off and refuses to even try to open up a smidge) (this is not to hate on Daeran, I think he is an excellent character and he is a staple in my party, but I don't think I'd ever try to romance him.)

I get to Act 4 and immediately Daeran proves me right. LOL I thought I was reading too much into a few interactions we had since I basically told him, we're friends nothing more cause I'm in love with a mongrel.

(btw little off topic, but fk the Queen, I hate her guts. I had a bad feeling since first meeting her and she just PROVES ME RIGHT JUST BEFORE THE END OF ACT 3 FK THAT BITCH)

This game is so good, I just wish that we got more Lann interactions but hey that's what fanfic is for, and in my fanfic he gets way more lines lol.

[dmagedgoods]

Below - Chapter V

The new chapter is here! 😁

Male Commander/Daeran, dark, eventually character death, violence, self-harm, rough sex, anal sex

The ongoing threat caused by the Other must find an end - for Daeran’s sake and all around him. Knight Commander Salvadore works with Inquisitor Liotr Hawkblade to resolve the issue once and for all and to free the man he loves from the entity’s influence. - Not knowing that this mission will challenge him and anything he believes in far beyond the battle against the Other.

Read on AO3

[bite-the-bloody-hand]

Chaleb raises his weapon before his associates even know what's happening. One fatal blow spatters the ground with blood. Chaleb grimly looks at the body of the man he called a friend scant minutes before. His face shows no remorse. "That was the most elegant reprisal against the fools I've ever seen in my life,” Daeran says in a low voice so only you can hear him. "I am in awe. I sincerely hope to see you in action again, and more than once."

Folks, we love a seven inch height difference for unsettling boys that match each other's freak.

Not pictured: Woljif hamming it up in the background