#fenris is *constantly* bringing up how they killed people . for their boyfriend

[sage-is-in-fact-very-tired]

I like to think that the first like bit of icarus being back them and fenris are on rocky terms - like fen isn't trying to kill a bitch but also he's a bit of an asshole (as he should be, honestly) - but give it like a day and they are bickering constantly. ic gets asked questions, answers them, goes semi verbal for a day because oh man I wasn't Prepared, and then the next day they're bickering. just little snips at each other. or something

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This ask game has alot of good questions!! But 💖 and 😊 for all the ocs in your tags!

THIS IS VERY LONG IM SORRY HAHA

💖 Has your OC ever been in love, be it romantic or platonic or otherwise? Who with and did they ever express their feelings or keep it private? How long did these feelings persist / do they still feel this way?

Dahlia Shepard: romantically, she had been in love exactly three times. First time was with a girl back during Alliance training, Catalina. She was head over heels but never really told her, just because she felt it wouldn't work out in the end and let her doubts overcome her. Lasted for nearly a year, and no, she's completely over her (and actually attended her wedding and felt nothing but happiness for her.) Second was Aria T'loak, back when she was undercover on Omega. They had worked closely for months (trying to catch a cerberus cell leader) and had been seeing each other- but Dahlia presumed it was just a casual fling and would be over once she was finished. Dahlia knew once she was back in Alliance space, it wouldn't work out, and left it at that. Took a bit longer for her to get over this time, but she eventually did after focusing solely on her military career. Finally the woman she would easily rescue a galaxy for, Liara. For the first time, Dahlia allowed herself to be selfish and to want to be in a longstanding relationship. For the first time she sees herself willing to sacrifice everything for the one she loves, she is beyond head over heels for Liara. She platonically falls in love with every one of her friends, even if she's the worst at showing it. She loves these people more than life itself.

Nicola Amell: growing up in the Circle, with templars looming over your shoulders every second of the day- she never really bothered to invest any time in crushes, never giving them the chance to grow into something more. She devoted all her time to her studies and squashed any crush at the start. She didn't actually let herself fall in love until she felt her life was on the line, until she met Leliana. It was the first time she ever truly loved another person in a romantic sense, and she was going to live in every moment as if it were her last. Even by the time of the events of Trespasser, Nicola still takes the time and effort to send love letters and gifts to the now Divine Victoria. No amount of blights, ancient tevinters, nor elvish gods will ever keep the Warden Commander from her love.

Delaney Hawke: well, being a half elf mage apostate constantly living on the run for a majority of her life- she never really had time to actively meet people long enough to develop an emotional connection. Most of her crushes were as short lived as their homes. 

Until moving to Kirkwall, that was. Having a crazy band of misfits that constantly follow you around, it's hard not to form attachments. Platonic or romantic. And when she fell for Isabela, she fell hard. I'm talking about head in the clouds, only able to think of one name. She's never experienced a crush like that and it freaked her out. Instead of telling Isabela about her feelings, she ran to Varric. Almost immediately. Delaney unsure of how to handle love in a romantic way, and Isabela shutting love out- it took quite some time for those two to establish themselves in a relationship. But even in those standstills, Delaney had almost expected her heart to move on, but it did the exact opposite- caused her love to grow stronger. Even now in Inquisition time, it took all of Delaney's strength to leave the comfort of Isabela's ship to go aid Varric. Not wanting to be separated for long, but not wanting to leave her best friend high and dry (who she loves very very much.

Gryff Hawke: like his twin sister, Delaney, he never had the time (nor desire really) to search for any love. At the time, the love of his 3 siblings and his parents was enough for him. He was happy and content. He knew he didn't need a relationship to be happy and content, so he never actively searched for one. Hell, even in Kirkwall, he was too busy keeping him and his sister out of Meredith's grasp and keeping the qunari at bay. But he did quite literally stumble into thoughts of a certain glowing elf, and never realized just how far he had fallen for him. Despite their differences they saw on magic, Gryff knew Fenris was the one he wanted to be with. For the first time ever, Gryff was actively seeking out affection for another person romantically. He will never admit it, but it was the best feeling he ever had. His love language is traipsing across thedas taking out slavers with his badass boyfriend.

Kiri Lavellan: Kiri LOVES being in love, adores the feelings of warmth and security a partner brings. She has had a few partners of course, but none ever lasted too long, especially amongst her Dalish clan, where everyone knows everyone's business. That being said though, she doesn't jump right into anything. When she loves someone it's very slowly and then all at once, pouring her heart and soul into her partners. Which was fairly difficult when it came to Sera, given her stance on the dalish, magic, and dalish magic. That didn't deter her though, she was understanding and patient and more than happy to move at Sera's pace. Despite their difficulties and differences, there's never been a stronger bond between pairings- Sera was so devoted to her inky, even as far as post Exalted Council, following Kiri back to her clan and being introduced to Kiri's friends and family.

Niamh Valyn: here's another one who just claims she never has time for a relationship. Not saying she will actively deter them, she just- doesn't expect anyone to want to put up with extensive time apart due to her place with the Rangers. She's fallen in love platonically more than romantically, and she's not going to complain. She loves her friends very dearly, they're her whole world, even if they're miles apart. But when it comes to romance, she finds it to be more difficult to keep a relationship going, finds it more emotionally taxing at times and just hasn't really put any thought into seeking someone out. She's content with where she is, if someone comes along who willingly wants to deal with distance- she will happily accept. 

Ezra Marlowe (because I forgot to tag her and she's my baby): twice. She's fallen in love twice, and the first time damn near killed her. She let herself love so wholly and blindly, she never anticipated being hurt (quite literally.)

After that she felt very scared of any romantic advances, even if she was the one to initiate- she'd eventually run off if her overwhelming fear of being hurt overcame her.

After a while, the second time- it was a very slow, unsure path she took. But this man, the love of her life, Bashir, had proven just how much Ezra means to him. Through patience and care and understanding. Ezra once again allowed herself to love wholeheartedly, and for once, she's not scared.

Roux Lux: now here is someone who falls in love with the world anytime the sun sets or rises. She loves virtually everyone she meets. She falls head over heels for all her friends, in the most platonic way possible. She gives everyone the same special treatment, affection, and adoration as she does with a romantic partner. Though, Beetle may receive extra special treatment for being her amour. When she was ready to tell Beetle how she felt about him, she did so in the cutest puppet show..which she spent days hand crafting her props and painting new marionettes 😭

😊 What can make your OC smile even when they’re feeling down? What cheers them up and makes everything feel better for them? Is your OC generally a happy person and do they enjoy making others smile? What about your OC makes others happy?

Dahlia Shepard: it's hard for her to always feel happy when there's an impending invasion on their doorsteps, but one surefire way to cheer her up is a quick call to her son, Otikk, a little salarian boy. He is such a lively, happy go lucky boy, and always eager to cheer his mama up. Dahlia comes off very brash and intimidating, but she very much loves pulling her friends out of the dark- whether through inspiring words, or distracting them with their favorite hobbies.

Nicola Amell: even with the blight raging, she always looked for the little things to cheer her up. To be honest, just having her closest friends at her back was more than enough. Knowing that she will always have people to pick her back up if she falls was the greatest comfort and a thought that always lingered when she felt low. Making other people happy is what being a hero is all about in her mind. When others around her feel safe and are smiling, that fills her with so much pride and joy.

Delaney Hawke: ah yes, the one who finds any reason to crack a joke- ill timed or not. To be honest whenever she's in a low spot, just curling up in bed with her mabari, Junji, is enough. Though sometimes having Isabela sprawled across next to her, having her tell tales of her life at sea, watching her put on an exaggerated reenactment of exciting fights is just what she needs too. Or sitting around a table with everyone, letting Varric make up stories on the spot, everyone happily buzzed…. Never fails to bring a smile to her face. She's generally very chipper and easy going, so everyone assumes by the amount of quips and playful teasing. Deep below, she's miserable, and full of guilt and self doubt. She doesn't like letting her friends know that, so she puts up this front and goes to any extent to make sure no one else feels how she does.

Gryff Hawke: raging ball of anger who has a hard time letting himself be happy- especially trying to keep himself and his twin alive and out of the Gallows. It's hard to feel happy when everything you do backfires and bites you in the ass, even when you know you did everything you could. Even with this rowdy band of misfits at your back, sometimes it just feels like you're drowning. But sometimes there's a hand to pull you up, bring life and air into your lungs. Having Fenris curled up beside him, quietly and slowly reading through a particularly difficult chapter, pausing to ask you what a word says- it reminds Gryff that there are things worth smiling about, and oftentimes they're the ones to pull you out of the dark.

Kiri Lavellan: being dragged into a humans holy war and being propped up as their god's herald- it takes a lot out of you, and Kiri always fears she is about to get uprooted from her dalish heritage at any moment. So in the quiet rests, she finds herself reciting stories in private that the keeper once told her. Anything that reminds her of her roots, where she comes from. She tries very hard to keep a brave face, a beaming smile, one that would inspire hope amongst her men. She wants others to believe she can do this, that she's not scared, anything to instill security in those around her.

Niamh Valyn: when she's feeling lost or homesick, no matter where she is, she carries a leather-bound journal filled with bedtime stories her mother and father read to her as a child. Cuddled up with her wolf companion, Zarola, and her pipe- it's like all her worries just melt away. Even if she looks stoic and imposing like a stormy mountain, she's a very happy person. She's content with where she is, and easily makes those close to her at ease with her playfulness and cheekiness.

Ezra Marlowe: to her, all her happiness she keeps is heavily guarded and protected, not willing to let it go, risking getting hurt. She has no issues pushing people away and hurting them to protect herself. But that being said, those who truly know her, they know she can be enjoyable to have around...in an annoying sibling kind of way. Always looking to push buttons for a laugh. But on her darkest days, she finds the most comfort in the arms of Bashir. He's one of the fre who can easily calm her nerves, bring her back to reality and truly make her feel safe.

Roux Lux: a walking ray of sunshine, this one. Wherever she goes, she leaves a trail of smiles and mirth in her wake. She love love loves creating smiles and making people laugh and feel good. Its why she joined the circus to begin with, her puppet shows have brought nothing but joyful squeals and it's the greatest feeling in the world to the changeling. She's always in the happiest of moods, rarely is she seen without a smile. Yet on those rare days when she feels small and insignificant- curling up in Beetle's lap and listening to him hum soft appraisal to her is all she needs to bounce back to her original self.

[writinginstardust]

The End

Pairing: Dorian Havilliard x reader

Warnings: I think Rowan swears once, talk of violence and death

A/N: Fictober day 6, prompt “Yes, I’m aware. Your point?” Set during Kingdom of Ash so like bear that in mind if you intend to read it but haven’t. Uh, I got soft again. Don’t @ me on my magic bullshit because I really don’t care. The series is over so this is my town now and I’ll do what I want with the magic system bc plot.

Word Count: 2026

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I stopped in my tracks on my way out of a meeting with the Terrassen Lords that had left me feeling utterly hopeless. A flicker of magic, familiar and soothing, tugged at my gut and my heart lurched. I waited, wondering if I’d imagined it. But a moment later there it was again, weaker than it used to be but unmistakable. 

“Dorian,” I breathed, his name slipping out like a prayer.

“What?” Aedion asked in shock from beside me.

“He’s near, I can feel him.” I turned to my cousin, tears brimming in my eyes. “He’s alive.”

“Is anyone else…?”

“I don’t know. He’s the only one I can ever feel.” I spun around to face the Lords again. “Dorian is near. I can’t know for sure but he may well have an army with him. You should make a plan in case. We might not be doomed just yet.”

“You don’t want to help?” Aedion asked me. I shook my head.

“No. I have to go. I have to see him.” Stunned silence followed and after a moment Aedion spoke gently.

“(Y/N), you do know there’s a whole army out there.”

“Yes, I’m aware. Your point?”

“My point?” He raised his eyebrows incredulously. “There’s no way you can get through that, you’ll get yourself killed.”

“No I won’t.” There was power in my veins, more power than I’d ever let on to anyone. Aedion sensed there was more than I let on and was now giving me a considering look.

“Would you even know how to find him?”

“You can’t seriously be considering letting her leave!” Darrow practically exploded. “She’s the heir to the throne if we survive this!” I whirled on him.

“No. I’m not. Aelin is,” I hissed. “And until we have any confirmation of her death we will keep going as if she is alive.” I turned my back on him and started walking again, Aedion keeping pace beside me. “I can find him,” I reassured. “I just need your help getting out of here.”

He stopped me in the hall and turned me to face him. “Are you sure you can do this? I can’t lose you as well.” I steeled myself putting as much confidence into my gaze as I could muster. He wouldn’t help me if he thought I couldn’t do it.

“I’m sure.”

“Alright. I’ll help you.”

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3 hours later I was past Erawan’s armies. Honestly, I was surprised I hadn’t run into any real trouble only one non-valg infested soldier who I dealt with easily. I stopped in the treeline, focusing on that little tug of magic that had slowly strengthened the further I walked. It was still too weak and I worried what that might mean

Another hour and I could hear voices, see flames. I slowed my pace and peaked carefully through the shrubbery. It was an army camp. I knew the signs even if I didn’t recognise the people. I did, however, recognise the banners. I’d found them. Before I could walk into the camp, I felt hands clamp down on my upper arms, heard a knife being drawn by my captor’s friend.

“What have we here?” A gruff voice asked low in my ear. “A spy?”

“No, wait! I’m not a spy!”

“Sure you’re not sweetheart.” Whoever it was didn’t know who I was. That was the problem with my existence being kept secret since birth I supposed. I hadn’t thought this through far enough and now I could only hope they’d take me to whoever was leading rather than killing me outright.

“Please, I can explain! Just take me to Dorian or whoever’s in charge here.” Quick as a flash, the knife was under my chin and I was looking up into the eyes of the woman who wielded it. 

“How do you know he travels with us?” 

“Please. Take me to him and I can explain everything. If you’re not satisfied then you can kill me. I won’t fight.” I figured it might be helpful to give that reassurance even if it would be unnecessary.

“She’s not armed,” the gruff voice spoke again. “Let’s take her to them.” The woman considered me for another moment before nodding and leading the way through the camp.

Warmth hit my skin as we entered a large tent in the centre of the camp. It was empty except for two fae warriors who were a sight for sore eyes. Their nostrils flared in recognition before I even removed my hood and offered a wave. Rowan’s eyes were wide but I could tell he was still happy to see me. 

“Fenrys, go and wake the others.”

“Just Aelin or…?” I almost fell to the floor crying. Aelin was alive.

“Everyone. They’ll all want to be here.” Fenrys nodded and smiled at me on his way out. “Thank you for bringing her to us,” he addressed the guards. “You can leave us now.” 

They nodded, looking a little confused, and left. As soon as they’d left, Rowan strode across the tent and pulled me into a hug. I did start crying then and he led me to a seat and poured me some tea.

“How bad is it?” He asked.

“Not good. Not good at all. We’re doomed without you.”

“Shit.”

“Who-” I swallowed thickly. “Who’s with you?” Who was alive? Before he could answer the tent flap flew open and everyone filed in, some of them groggy and confused, some of them urgent. Fenrys obviously hadn’t bothered to tell the ones who were half-asleep what was going on and their eyes widened comically when they saw me.

“Move.” My ears pricked at the word and my eyes zeroed in on its origin, finding Aelin pushing past her friends. Seconds later she was dragging me out of my seat and into a hug. We sunk to the floor, relief overcoming our bodies and weakening knees. I was crying, she was crying, someone, somewhere in the crowd was crying too. It was a few minutes before we regained ourselves. “You’re alive,” she breathed. “Is Aedion…?” I nodded.

“Yes. We’re all...well not okay, but we’re all still breathing.” As if to mock my words the breath was suddenly knocked from my body and I felt a strong tug on that familiar pull of magic. I looked up just as the tent flap fluttered and Dorian pushed through. The world narrowed to him and before I knew it, I was on my feet and running into his arms.

The tears were back and flowing uninhibited, the realisation that I could very well have never seen him again crashing down on me. I could have died a thousand times in the past few months and so could he. The very fact that we were both still alive was a miracle. He held me close, his own face buried in my shoulder and I could feel my cloak dampening there.

Finally gaining back control of my body, I pulled my head from his shoulder, tugging lightly on Dorian’s hair to get him to do the same and finally, finally kissing him. The kiss revived me. I hadn’t realised how much we’d all given up on life until I felt in coursing through my veins again. Life, love, hope, a magic of their own that set my own singing in response. Another joined, coiling round, holding tight and soothing the chaos. Familiar and unmistakable. Home. 

Dorian was the one who broke the kiss but he didn’t let me go far. If it were up to me we’d leave and spend the night alone in his tent but once again being at war interfered.

“I hate to be the one who breaks up a happy reunion, I really do,” Aelin started. “But if you’re here we could really use you so we know what we’re walking into.”

“Of course.” I unwound my arms from around Dorian’s neck and went to take a seat but before I could, Dorian sat and pulled me onto his lap, not removing his arms from around my waist. I wasn’t complaining.

I explained the situation as quickly as I could and everyone was left grim-faced. They hadn’t been expecting the situation to be good but I think they’d hoped it wouldn’t be quite this bleak. The next hour was spent strategising through exhaustion but there wasn’t much we could do, especially not with everyone so exhausted. Finally we called it a night and everyone started to head back to bed. I knew I should leave or I’d never get back to Orynth before sunrise but I didn’t want to. Dorian and Aelin noticed my hesitation to go anywhere.

“What is it?” Aelin asked. 

“I have to go back, but I don’t want to leave. I’m scared if I go, I’ll never see you again.”

“Well if it helps, I’m not letting you go anywhere. You’re staying here and marching with us tomorrow.”

“But-”

“No. It was reckless enough of you to come here once, I’m not letting you do it again. Dorian,” his eyes flicked from me to Aelin, “you’re in charge of her. Make sure she doesn’t go anywhere. You can be as creative as you want with your methods.” She winked and Dorian returned it, leaving me a flustered mess between them. Aelin just laughed at the look on my face as Dorian came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist again.

“But Aelin, I need to let Aedion know you’re here and-”

“Rowan will do that. He can get there without dying.” I didn’t have any more arguments after that.

“Alright.”

“Good. Now go enjoy some time with your boyfriend.” Before I could reply, Dorian was tugging me to the entrance and across the clearing to the tent he’d somehow managed to get all to himself. His lips landed on mine the moment the tent fluttered shut behind us, catching me off guard for a moment before I melted into him. It was a short, sweet kiss and Dorian was smiling when it was over.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” he whispered. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you too. I worried I wouldn’t get to see you again.”

“(Y/N), there is nothing in this world that could keep me from you. Not the gods, not the valg, not even death.” I didn’t know what to say to that so I kissed him, hoping it would tell him how much he meant to me.

He led me to the bed and laid down beside me, connecting our lips again once I was comfortable. Warm hands were a comforting weight on my waist and as the candlelight burned low I let his touch chase away the fear that followed me constantly, his kiss soothing the ache of being apart for so long. 

I was getting sleepy and I could tell Dorian was too. He pulled away a little and our gazes locked. Something flashed across his face, an emotion I couldn’t decipher. A moment later, he rested his forehead against mine and closed his eyes, taking my hands in his.

“Marry me,” he whispered. My heart stuttered, breath hitching. 

“What?” If he weren’t so close, he’d never have heard it. He opened his eyes, hope and love shining in them when they met mine. 

“Marry me,” he repeated. “Please.”

“Ask me when the war is over.” His lips quirked.

“Why?”

“Because tonight isn’t the end.”

“I know. But being away from you for so long made me realise I never wanted that again. Here, now, you’re all I want.” He reached into his pocket and light caught on the ring he pulled from it. This wasn’t a spur of the moment decision, I realised. It was fuelled by real love, not the fear of what dawn might bring.

“Ask me again,” I whispered. A hopeful smile slipped onto his face.

“Marry me?”

“Yes.” He grinned and kissed me as he blindly fumbled to slip the ring on my finger. The cold metal felt like a promise, stronger than any we could make with words. This would not be the end.

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