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♛: my “FOREVER” pairing

jowan/lily bless 

♔: my “sometimes” pairing (if i’m in the mood)

jowan/f!amell oops 

旦: my “friends-with-benefits” pairing

jowan/m!surana tho i’m not sure why?? i have this halfway formed m!surana muse thanks to people requesting drabbles 

☆: my “adele” pairing (“WE COULD HAVE HAD IT AAAAAALL”)

jOWAN/LILY 

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jowan/ashe bye 

✖: my “hate sex” pairing

jowan/m!amell 

۞: my “working on it” pairing

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ℨ: my favorite threesome

literally no one knew this but ashe/jowan/ian probably 

☄: my “crack” pairing

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[needsmorewine--archive-blog]

"You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now." Alistair says, magister blood dripping from the blade of his sword.

For a split second, Fenris had thought that would be the end of him. He had thought he could take the group of magisters alone. There are only a few of them. He knew now that he had been very wrong to assume so. After taking a moment to mentally berate himself, the elf slowly got himself back up onto his feet. He grimaced as he did so, moving to gingerly touch a fresh battle wound on his side. Fresh, but not deep. An easy enough problem to deal with. 

As irritated with the situation as he was, he did owe the other man his life. Without him, Fenris knew his situation would be a lot worse by now. A slight nod was given to the ex-templar, “Thank you. I… could not have done this on my own.”

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Ransom with a perk / / Fereldensking

     Alistair sat upon a navy blue cushioned chair with gold lacing the dark wood, tired eyes half lidded as he cups his shadowed cheek, staring off in a bored daze.

       "'It'll be fun!' He says." Alistair mimics in a bitter tone, a few servants giving him an odd expression as they pass by with platters of rich delicacies.  "'It'll be a good experience for a future heir to the throne', my ass."  He lets out a sigh and leans back onto the chair in a not so regal fashion, irritation clear in his posture.

     Cailan was better suited for these type of gatherings, he at least enjoyed the attention, enjoyed the praise.  It just made Alistair uncomfortable, all these nobles wanted something from him, whether it be power of money (which he had neither of, in all honesty).  Unfortunately for Alistair, Cailan was out on sea with Anora, enjoying the finer things in life as he sipped wine while watching the sun set over the horizon.  

    Lucky bastard.

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".....Dad?" Alistair whispers, voice trembling.

Maric looked at the boy carefully, he was weary from his travels and out of all the people he thought he may encounter, his living son was not among them. "Well most people call me Maric." He huffed quietly, "It's been awhile, Alistair." A lifetime, really.

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[squints at Morrigan] How do prevent your breasts from falling out of that truly ridiculous get up? [Not that he's been staring at her breasts the last hour, surreptitiously. Not Alistair.]

No longer surprised by these tactless inquiries, Morrigan only shook her head; perhaps she was raised far from any semblance of civilization, but she was a practical socialite compared to Alistair. "Why, blood magic, of course. Surely you don't think such a feat is possible through any means outside the downright unholy." 

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[tempts you with baby couslands and daddystair]

/wEEPS OPENLY BECAUSE ALL INARA EVER WANTED WAS A FAMILY AND IT'S THE ONE THING SHE'S PROBABLY NEVER GONNA HAVE EXCEPT MAYBE IN THE MOST HORRIFIC OF WAYS BECAUSE TAINT  ;-;

Fun fact though I used to have a verse for that where a magic!anon gave Inara a daughter and she made a deal with a demon to keep her and wELP.

Ellie.~

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"You so owe me."

"Hey, I saved your ass long before all this. Consider this quits." Alistair replied, looking toward his Templar brother as the wardens catched up behind them.

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"What can I say?" The man grins, his eyes drawn to the exposed length of her neck, an strange urge to bite it coming over him. “I’m a terrible man.” He reaches up with slightly shaking hands and gently pulls her hair free from it’s tie, and carefully rearranges the flower.

He’s barely breathing. The Maker sent her to him to tempt him, Alistair’s sure of it. “Wow…” He murmurs, amber eyes glimmering playfully.

"You’re right. It does make a difference, Inara."

 “Terrible indeed.” She manages to hold still with some effort, eyes falling shut as Alistair looses her hair and arranges it alongside the flower. It's been such a long time since anyone's touched her hair, she can't help letting out a brief, approving hum. Though not a particularly vain individual, Inara takes some measure of pride in her hair--or she used to, before .  .  .

      She feels a slight tremor in his hand and her eyes flutter open, brow furrowing with concern as she begins to ask him what's wrong but the expression on Alistair's face halts her tongue. It's wholly unfamiliar and Inara's quite sure no one's ever looked at her quite like this before. 

      And it throws her off balance simply because she doesn't know what it means.

      “Of course I'm right.” Inara purses her lips and glances down at her lap, attempting to keep up an air of seriousness through her teasing. “Haven't you realized by now that I always am?”