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lavender-laudanum · 10 months ago

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Dragon Age Ficlet #1: Dorian V Solas

The funeral itself had been beautiful, at least.

They'd settled on Skyhold early on because that was what Geth would have wanted. It was his home, after all, his only home, and Dorian put his foot down when people actually tried to argue. It wasn't lavish enough, some said. It was so out of the way, others said. Dorian had wanted to pull his hair out in frustration by the end; shout that it didn't matter if Skyhold wasn't dipped in gold, or that people couldn't just gawk at his grave while on a leisurely walk.

Geth had wanted to be brought home, and the Maker Himself would damn him before Dorian couldn't give him that, at least.

Skyhold hadn't been this full of people since the height of the Inquisition.

Dorian was sitting alone at the steps of the reinforced, marble centotaph that had been created as both a monument and a gravestone for Geth, in the time that it had taken them to travel with his body back to Skyhold. It was decorated, surrounded by candles, lanterns, flowers, gifts of all kinds, brought by mourners and admirers from across Thedas, all come to remember and say thank you one last time to the legendary "man in blue" who had saved their lives countless times over.

It had been a long, hard trip, from Tevinter back to Skyhold, but Dorian had done it before, and he'd do it a thousand times more if it meant remaining at Geth's side. The procession, a pilgrimage really, had lasted just over a month, with so many joining them on the way that Skyhold had been filled to the brim with faces that Dorian didn't recognize - but then, he had stopped trying a long time ago.

It was so quiet. So, so damn quiet.

Dorian looked down at his hand, at the jeweled locket that held his sending crystal, and opened it with a soft metallic click. Its pair was with Geth, in his actual casket underneath the earth now, along with various other items his close friends - family, really - had given him to rest in eternity with. He himself had been one of the few allowed to stand here, to stand aside from the crowd, to speak, to listen to Geth's closest friends to speak, as often was tradition at these sorts of funerals.

Leliana, as Divine, had spoken first. A powerful, rousing vision of hope and rebuilding; Geth would have loved it. Cullen's had been much the same - he'd spoken about Geth's rise to Lord Inquisitor, how he'd gone from nobody to one of the most powerful men in a thousand years. Then, it had been Dorian's turn.

He'd prepared, of course, as best he could. He'd wanted to say something, anything, to honor Geth, his Geth. Not the mighty Lord Inquisitor, not the man who challenged Gods and would-be Gods in turn, not the man who had been at the heart of a tale that would be told far into the next Age. No, he wanted to honor the man he'd fallen in love with, the man with the beautiful laugh and crooked grin that lit up a room, and of course those striking eyes flecked in silver and azure.

That Geth. His lover, partner, everything.

Dorian doesn't know if he succeeded - he barely remembers anything he said those few hours ago as the soft sunlight poured down on him, the cool wind in his face as he spoke. Leliana and Cullen both said he had, Cassandra did, too. Everyone who mattered, they all said he did. He still wasn't so sure.

He quietly continued to play with the locket, clicking it open, then closed, then doing it again, the motion keeping him more grounded than he felt. He should have been cold, it should be cold out here - it was nighttime, in the middle of winter high up in the Frostback Mountains, but he wasn't.

"He died peacefully," The familiar, smooth voice jerked Dorian out of his thoughts, and he looked up, startled, "And he died so proud of you."

"You killed him," Dorian stood up as Solas emerged from the darkness of the corridor, "You killed Geth."

"I did not," Solas corrected, though without heat at the instant accusation, "Geth was my friend, and I tried to save him, but he made his choice long ago."

"No," Dorian shook his head, "If it weren't for you, Geth would still be alive."

"If it weren't for me, Tevinter would be dust within the next Age, and so would the rest of Thedas; fallen to the might of the Qun," Solas answered, tilting his head, "If not for Geth, that much was absolute. Thanks to him, I can allow this world to continue to exist."

"You'll allow it to exist?" Dorian laughed, mirthlessly, seeing a few people come running out to see what was happening, anger boiling deep inside him, his voice rising, "It was you. You released Corypheus, you started the war, and you used Geth to fix your mistakes - then you used him again to stop the Qun because he was still stronger than you. Some fucking God you are, manipulating a sick and dying man into doing your dirty work for you!"

"I could have intervened, yes," Solas said, coming closer, looking past Dorian to look at the monument, at Geth's grave and the soft, flickering candles and lanterns that surrounded it, shockingly calm in the face of the other Mage's anger, "But then Geth would have tried to stop me; to redeem me, in his way, and in doing so I would have destroyed him. I would have destroyed him, and you, and the paltry remains of your former Inquisition - then, I would have destroyed the Grey Wardens, Hawke, then Tevinter, the Qun, Ferelden, Orlais, and the rest of Thedas, in that order. I would have slaughtered every man, woman, child, one by one, and ripped down the Veil that separates this world and the Fade to build a new reality where this life and the beyond may have flourished on a level never seen…"

Dorian followed Solas' gaze as he ended that statement, "… But Geth, my friend, asked me to stay my hand. And so I did. I gave him a chance."

"What are you saying?" Dorian questioned, looking back at the Elven God.

Solas looked back at him, his deep gaze still so calm, like the wind between them, ancient and powerful, like just a whisper of breath.

"About a year ago now," Solas said, after a moment had passed, his gaze flickering to the small crowd that had gathered beyond himself and Dorian, at the edges of the garden that now housed Geth's monument and grave - amongst them most of the formerly shattered Inner Circle that had come together again in the past year, along with Hawke and Cousland, speaking clearly, without fear, "I told Geth he would die before the first fall of snow here at Skyhold."

A collective hush fell over everything, and Dorian felt his shoulders drop in shock.

"I told him in the year he had left," Solas continued, gaze returning to Dorian, "If he stopped the Venatori, stopped the Qun, and made peace; I would allow Thedas to live, to make its own path, and that I as Fen'Harel, would not interfere."

Dorian couldn't even process that before Solas added, very quietly, "And I am not the only one who knew."

He looked over at the crowd, face sharp and knowing, at the other members of the Inquisition, at Hawke and Cousland. Most of them avoided his gaze. Guilty.

They had known. All of them had known. Everyone, except Dorian.

Dorian followed his gaze, then met Solas' in the middle. "You… you told him that he would die. You told him that you'd let Thedas live if he did the impossible, for you."

"I did," Solas nodded, "And he rose to my challenge, just as he rose to Corypheus before. Though, I am no Corypheus."

"No," Dorian, answered, something in him changing, snapping. "No. You're not Corypheus. You're worse than he ever was."

Solas doesn't get a chance to answer before Dorian closes the already short distance between them, and with one sharp, fluid movement, quick as the lightning their mighty Lord Inquisitor had thrown around like he'd been born for it, he slapped the God across the face in a ringing noise that echoed across the silent courtyard.

The hit was powerful enough, had enough strength behind it, and Solas had been - shockingly - caught totally off guard, never expecting Dorian of all people to backhand him, so he actually stumbled back a few steps. There were footsteps rushing behind Dorian immediately after, probably others rushing to stop a fight, but Dorian doesn't even look back at them as he uses magic to ignite a terrific shock of flame using the candles from Geth's grave, crossing between the others and himself and Solas, cutting them both off from the suddenly scrambling members of the broken Inquisition, from Hawke and Cousland.

"Do you have any idea what you did to him?" Dorian shouted, as Solas struggled to get his bearings, "He suffered! He died in absolute fucking agony, you bastard!"

The flames flickering behind him, too powerful for even Hawke to get rid of immediately, left Dorian in complete control as Solas straightened, eyes wide as the Tevinter Mage continued shouting, the rage he felt finally spilling over with the weight of what he'd just learned.

"You were his friend! He admired you! He never said anything bad about you, ever!" Dorian continued, his voice continuing to rise as Solas straightened, a hand on his face where he'd been struck, over the bleeding wound, "And you just - he was in so much pain! He suffered, every fucking day, for you! Because of you! I watched for the last year as he lost his arm, then when he lost his hair, then his magic, then as he got sicker and sicker, just to do what you told him! He gave everything in that fight in Tevinter, then he died with his lungs full of blood! He suffocated to death! I watched him, I watched my Geth suffocate to death! You did that to him! You! Not Corypheus, not the Venatori - you, Solas! You murdered a man who you dare still call your fucking friend!"

Dorian was almost breathless when he finished, the tears streaming down his face, his shadow cast long over the Dread Wolf in his fury and the flame backing him and Solas had finally recovered, staring at him with those silver eyes; an enigma even now, silent as Dorian threw everything; his rage, his sorrow, his grief, at him without even trying to defend himself. Behind him, Dorian knows the flames had been snuffed out, and then Cullen and the Iron Bull are beside him, the Iron Bull's heavy hand on his shoulder, and then there's Cassandra, stepping in front of the gathering members of the Inner Circle like she'd cut the God down herself.

"And you know what the worst part is?" Dorian threw The Bull off him, still keeping his gaze on Solas, voice harsh, viciously wiping at his face as he spoke, "Geth would still call you his friend, even right now."

#dragon age #dorian pavus #dorian x inquisitor #inquisitor #dragon age: inquisition #solas #writing

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theoriginalladya · 2 years ago

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First Lines

Rules: post the first sentence of your last ten fics. If you haven't written ten fics, share as many first-sentences as you have.

I was tagged by @dandenbo and @mtreebeardiles (yes, I have waaaaay more than 10! lol) - thank you, my friend! As for tagging, I'm going to leave it open to anyone who wants to share because you tagged my usual suspects! LOL *high fives*

All right, let's see what we have..

If London Falls (M, Mass Effect, Abby Williams/Major Coats (aka: Abboats) - set in London during the early days of the Reaper War)

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned…

2. Brain Freeze (G, Mass Effect, mClone Shep/Kaidan Alenko - a oneshot for Kaidan and Aubrey in which Aubrey discovers freezy pops)

The heat was a problem.

3. Tales From The Inquisition (T, Dragon Age Inquisition, William Trevelyan & Cullen Rutherford - small moments in the friendship of the Inquisitor and the Commander)

There weren’t many things William could say he enjoyed while growing up more than looking through stacks of books.

4. Under Covers (T, Mass Effect, Gianna Parasini/Kaidan Alenko - little moments from a pairing for whom I have a story but have yet to get it written)

“You know, when they said we would be going under cover together, this isn’t exactly what I had in mind.”

5. Bait & Switch (T, Mass Effect/Mass Effect Andromeda, AU/crossover, Kaidan Alenko/Reyes Vidal - The Alliance comes asking for Reyes Vidal's help. Part of The Golden Boy & The Shady Bastard series)(my SpecRecs 2022 piece written for @mallaidhsomo)

Of all the places in the galaxy to end up in a back-room meeting with an Alliance representative, the lower level of Afterlife on Omega wasn’t his first choice.

6. Run Away With Me (M, Mass Effect, male Shepard & female OC - background story of how Earthborn Michael Shepard and his best friend leave the Reds and join the Alliance - part of the Biotic Pinball Wizard series)

Dimly lit, overly shadowed halls, even those that are supposed to offer safety, hold risks for those who enter unprepared.

7. Gaia's Chosen (M, Mass Effect/Werewolf: The Apocalypse crossover, set in Mass Effect world, Caleb Shepard/Kaidan Alenko - this story is set at the beginning of ME2)

The first rule of law for any soldier is that life becomes a constant assessment of risk from the moment they don the uniform.

8. May The Road Rise To Meet You (M, Mass Effect, Caleb Shepard - this is Caleb's story of Akuze)

Shannon’s grey skies weep readily across the city, a steady, calming rhythm during otherwise precarious times.

9. Nerf Gun Wars (T, Mass Effect, male Shepard - this is what happens late at night when my brain goes off the wall. Mass Effect + Nerf Guns + Assassination Game from back in the '80s when I was in high school)

It’s all fun and games … until the helmsman ends up in the medbay with a fractured toe.

10. As Cold As Ice (T, Mass Effect, Kaidan Alenko/Major Coats (aka: Alenkoats) - Kaidan and Coats face off with a Thresher Maw on Xawin)

Freefalling through planetary atmosphere inside a military vehicle, even one as good as the M35 Mako, is something Kaidan Alenko will never get used to.

#First Line Memes #ladya writes #mshenko #mclone shenko #abboats #alenkoats #parasenko #dragon age inquisition #mass effect #my fics #reylenko

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superfanficnatural · 4 years ago

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To Build A Home

Pairing: Cullen Rutherford x Gender Neutral!Reader

Summary: With the mark on your hand growing out of control and Corypheus needing to be stopped, there was no shortage of problems for the Inquisitor. However, once your hand is forced, what will it mean for you and Cullen?

A/N: Hey guys! I’ve recently joined the Dragon Age fandom because oh my GOD their games are ridiculously good. Because of that, I have fallen head over heels for Cullen Rutherford (aka resident daddy) and I wanted to write something for him. I don’t currently have a masterlist for DAI so this post won’t be linked anywhere until I set it up. As always, I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Fluff, Angst.

Word Count: 3,119

Ever since the Inquisition was first formed, you could have never guessed that it would have led to you leading it and falling in love with your general, Cullen. You were the only one who could close the rifts with the anchor but you couldn’t do it alone, recruiting all types of comrades to help you in your fight. You had built the Inquisition from the ground up; taking over different forts and strongholds in the name of the Inquisition, closed numerous rifts across Ferelden and Orlais, recruited the best of the best to join you, and spread the influence of your organization. Throughout this, you and Cullen had been drawn to each other from the very beginning. There was something about him that drove you crazy. His confident and authoritative aura, paired with his kind hearted nature was something that melted your heart every time. Even during War meetings, he would offer you a small smile, avoiding the gaze of Josephine but never Leliana, for she was invested in your relationship. You couldn’t help the giddy feeling that rose in your chest whenever it had happened. That man had made you feel things you never thought you ever would, and you confided in him. With the heavy amount of responsibility that was on your shoulders, Cullen had offered himself as a shoulder to lean on and you were infinitely grateful to him for that. In return, you had done the same for him, wanting to show him just how much you cared for him. You remembered when the two of you had finally decided to stop dancing around it and finally admit your feelings for one another.

It was after you had gotten back from retaking the stronghold in Crestwood with the help of Hawke, stopping a ritual that was sacrificing Grey Wardens to summon more demons. You had walked up to his quarters with determination fueling you, repeating the same words in your head like a mantra, “Admit that you have feelings for him, admit you have feelings for him.” Though nothing went according to plan.

Opening the door to Cullen’s quarters, you walked in, Cullen’s gaze rising from the map on the desk to meet your own, a smile small spreading across his face.

“Inquisitor! How may I assist you?” he greeted, formal as ever which made you roll your eyes.

“Cullen, what did I tell you about calling me that?”

He smiled, a bit embarrassed, “S-sorry, Y/N. Is there something that you... wanted to talk about?” his left arm reached back behind his head to nervously scratch at the scalp.

He looked ridiculously adorable and you couldn’t help but blush a bit seeing the influence you had on him. You walked up to him, stopping only about a foot away and looked directly into his eyes.

“Cullen, I...” you had the words but you couldn’t say them, the look of anticipation in his eyes rendering you unable to form words. “I uh... I gotta go!” you mentally beat yourself to a pulp and sprinted out of the room. Not ran, sprinted.

You left a very flustered and confused Cullen behind and ran to your quarters, ignoring everyone looking at you in confusion. Though, when you got to your room, wanting nothing more than to hide under the covers and never speak to anyone again, you walked into Iron Bull laying back nearly naked on your bed like he owned the damn thing.

“B-bull!?” you nearly shouted.

“Look, Boss, I get it. You want to ride the bull, but I don’t think you know what you’re-”

“WHAT?!” you shouted at the top of your lungs, stopping him mid-sentence.

He hid his surprise at your reaction fairly well, continuing on hesitantly, “You see, us Qunari have rather large... weapons. I don’t believe that you could take it.”

The door suddenly slammed open, “The only ‘weapon’ that Y/N is going to be taking is mine!”

You had slowly turned around to face the door to see a red faced Cullen with his hand slapped over his mouth, to then hear Bull begin laughing behind you.

“Ohhhh, I see what’s going on here, I’ll just leave you two be,” he said, walking past you and Cullen to leave the room, closing the door behind him.

“Uhm, Inquisitor! Uhhh...” Cullen was a blubbering mess, unable to even form a single sentence, his face as red as a tomato.

As embarrassed, weirded out, and nervous as you were, you took your chance, “Cullen, what was it that you said when you walked in?”

His eyes widened, “N-n-nothing! I didn’t say anything at all!”

You hid your smile and forced your feet forward towards him, knowing that it was now or never, “Because if I heard you correctly, I would have to agree with you.”

He looked completely and utterly shocked, “O-oh... is that so?” he asked nervously.

You wringed your hands out by your sides, unbelievably nervous, “Cullen I-” you were at the precipice and you were still hesitating, but instead, you slapped yourself.

Literally slapping yourself, Cullen blinked in confusion, but the pain snapped you out of it. You surged forward and connected your lips to his, Cullen going stiff for a second before he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him.

You’ll never forget how happy you were on that day. While it was rather embarrassing half of the time, it led to you leading the most wonderful love story with Cullen you could ever imagine. Though, it was difficult, having to leave Skyhold so often to fight against hundreds of enemies. You knew the effect that it had on Cullen, he would plead with you, pray to the Maker that you would fight and return to him safely. One of the things that made you fall for Cullen so hard was how loving he was, he loved with all of his heart and he wasn’t afraid to tell you how he felt. Though, most of the time it included him blushing but that simply made it even better.

Now, you were simply days away from confronting Corypheus in the Arbor Wilds. You led the bulk of the Inquisition forces, Cullen coming with you this time. You both knew that it was the end of the line. If you didn’t defeat Corypheus today, you would die, and so would the rest of the world. There was a heavy blanket over the two of you that day, you didn’t want to say goodbye, the both of you refused to even accept dying as a possible outcome, but you also didn’t want to revel in each other, the fear of losing that overbearing. As you reached Corypheus’ stronghold, you knew that this was something only you could do alone. Turning to Cullen, Corypheus could be heard in the back, taunting you, daring you to run to your death. You ignored him, focusing solely on Cullen. You could tell that he was using all of the will in his body to not break and stay strong, but you knew him well enough to see through his facade easily.

You walked up to him and smiled lovingly, “Cullen Rutherford, I love you.”

A tear fell down his cheek as he responded, “And I love you, Y/N Y/L/N. Come back to me.”

The two of you shared one last kiss before you pulled away and smiled, turning to leave and meet your fate. For days, your mark had been growing and pulsing on your arm, it had never hurt before but now, it felt like your arm was being ripped off. You hid it from Cullen though, not wanting him to worry and not wanting to break his heart. You knew that you weren’t going to make it no matter what happened today, but you knew that no matter what, you were going to save Cullen.

“Foolish mortal, have you come to die?” Corypheous sneered at you, orb in hand as you reached the top of the tower.

You ignored him and instead looked down to the valley, seeing Cullen looking back at you. You couldn’t hold eye contact for long for he had sent a pulse of magic at you, forcing you to roll out of the way before recovering.

“This has gone on for too long, Corypheus! It’s time for your reign of terror to come to an end!” you shouted at him, building up the energy in your mark.

He laughed, “After I kill you, I shall lay waste to this world, starting with those mongrels down there.”

You could feel the mark radiating pure energy, sparks flying off of your hand and drawing Corypheus' attention.

“No, what are you doing?” he shouted, blasting a surge of magic at you.

It was too late, it reflected right off of you and suddenly you felt your body being lifted. Ever since you had first gotten the mark, you had spent every ounce of energy in your body making sure that you would never lose control. But now... you let go. Raw energy was coursing through your veins as you were lifted into the air, a ball of rift energy swirling around you. You opened your eyes to see Corypheus in fear, and Cullen looking on in worry.

Before you released all of the energy you had accumulated, you looked towards Cullen, mouthing, “I’m sorry, my love,” and released everything that you were holding.

Boom

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It was a beautiful afternoon day when you and Cullen had decided to take a walk around Skyhold. You had found some free time after being gone for almost an entire month sealing rifts, making alliances, and spreading the Inquisitions influence. Frankly, you didn’t think you had the energy to do anything else for a while, you were completely wiped and wanted to do nothing but just be with the love of your life. Holding his hand as the two of you walked down the gentle breeze into the garden was soothing, it was exactly what you needed.

“You’re amazing, you know that right?” Cullen broke the peaceful silence.

You turned to look at him to see the pure adoration and awe in his orbs as he gazed upon you, “What?”

“This Inquisition wouldn’t be what it is today if it weren’t for you, and neither would I,” he added with a small blush forming on his rosy cheeks.

You blushed slightly as well with a smile, “You give me too much credit, you, Cassandra, and Leliana do all of the work, I just go out and fight and close rifts.”

He gave you an annoyed look, “And you dare pretend that your job isn’t a thousand times more dangerous than ours?”

You smiled at his protectiveness, “Cullen, I’m fine, and no one is as strong as me,” you flexed your arm with a goofy smile.

This broke him as he bent over laughing at your ridiculousness, the two of you sharing a chuckle before he straightened with a serious expression, “Y/N...”

You pulled him into a hug, resting your head on his warm chest, feeling his arms embrace you, “You have nothing to worry about, I will always fight to come back to you, no matter what.”

You could feel his relieved sigh, “You mean more to me than anything or anyone I’ve ever encountered. Even the slightest thought of losing you-”

You pulled back slightly, just enough to look him in the eye, “I’m not going anywhere. I promise, I will always come back to you, my love.”

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The ground quaked with the magnitude of the explosion but Cullen didn’t even register it, shouting out at the top of his lungs for his entire world to still be alive. He ran directly towards the rubble, the sounds of people shouting his name behind him tuned out. He dug and dug for hours, Inquisition agents helping with the efforts.

“Over here!” someone had shouted.

Cullen ran as fast as his legs could carry him to a beaten and broken version of the person that owned his heart and his soul.

“No,” he whispered brokenly, dropping to his knees next to your body.

He reached his shaking hand out to cup your bloodied cheek, “You promised... you promised that you would come back.”

The only thing that the remaining soldiers could hear were the cries of their general, wishing that he had been taken instead.

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Cullen was slunken over his desk at Skyhold, mugs of drunken beer scattered around, papers crinkled up and tossed haphazardly around the room. After the death of the Inquisitor, the mission of the Inquisition was completed, but Cullen had lost his will to live.

“You promised me,” he mumbled, the tears rolling down his cheeks, “you promised you would come back.”

He held the necklace you had made for him tightly in his fist, pressing it against his heart in an attempt to ease the ache that was spreading out of it.

“Cullen, do you have a moment-” Leliana was stopped in her tracks as she saw Cullen curled up in the corner of the dark room.

She also immediately began to tear up but kept it hidden, walking towards Cullen and kneeling in front of him, “Cullen, I have something that might interest you.” He brought his gaze up to meet hers, “And what could possibly interest me, nothing does anymore.”

She sighed softly, “After the Inquisitor...” she felt a lump rise in her throat, “after the battle with Corypheous, I began to take care of all the loose ends the Inquisitor left behind. And in doing so, I came across this,” she took a piece of parchment out of her pocket and extended it to him.

Cullen wiped his tears and hesitantly grabbed it from her hands, “Hinterlands, in the Dead Ram Grove, the project is finally finished. Cullen will love it.”

He gasped, “This is in the Inquisitor’s handwriting!” He sprawled up immediately, “What was this project of his?”

Leliana looked crestfallen, “As a spymaster, I should know the information for what you ask, but the Inquisitor kept this project a well kept secret. You must go and find out for yourself.”

Not even thirty minutes after Leliana had presented Cullen with the parchment, he had set out for Dead Ram Grove.

“Where is it?!” Cullen shouted out, saddled on his horse as he looked around the area.

He wandered around on horseback, covering almost every last inch of the area until he came upon a house.

“Impossible,” he spoke in a breathless whisper.

In front of him was almost an exact replica of a house he had wished for his entire life, the house he had only told you about. It was the spitting image of his childhood home but with a few modifications and it brought a fresh wave of tears. He snapped the reigns on the horse slightly to move closer to the home, dismounting and walking up the stone carved path. As he reached the door, his hand began to shake along with his entire body, the tears now dripping from his cheeks onto the ground.

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“Then that’s where we’ll live!”

Cullen laughed, “The materials needed to make a house like that do not even exist anymore, they were lost in the last Blight.”

“Doesn’t matter, if it makes you happy, then I’ll find them, even if I have to dig miles into the ground,” you said with determination.

Cullen looked at you with adoration in his eyes, “You make me the happiest man on this planet, Y/N.”

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“Damn it,” Cullen whispered, his voice cracking as his entire body shivered with the weight of his emotions.

After a few minutes, Cullen mustered up the strength he needed to open the door, walking into the foyer and immediately catching the faint smell of you. As he took the house in, he walked into the living room to see a piece of paper on the dining table. Rushing over, he picked it up and wiped the blurriness from his eyes to read properly.

“I told you I would build this house for you. Now, the only way you’re reading this note is if I didn’t throw it away before bringing you here myself so it must mean that I’m dead. I’m so sorry, Cullen, I know I told you that I would always come back to you, but this time, I lied. I love you with all of my heart and know that I will never stop loving you. Please, don’t be sad, live your life in this house, make a family. Knowing that I can leave this behind for you to be happy is all that I need. Goodbye, my love.”

The paper began to droop in his hands as his tears made the material soft, his hands were quaking and he couldn’t hold in his sobs. His back hit the wall and he slid down with the paper lodged in his hands, the necklace you gave him around his neck as he renounced you.

“I don’t want to live a life without you,” he wailed into the empty room, “I don’t want to have a family if you aren’t here by my side.” He felt like he was being ripped in half, his love for you and his grief overbearing while his anger at you breaking your promise had his lip curling up, “A world without you is a dark and cold one, my heart.”

“Don’t cry my love, know that I will always be here with you.”

Cullen’s eyes widened as he shot up from the ground, “Y/N?! Is that you? Where are you?”

“Turn around.”

His body instinctively turned before he could even think to, seeing the faint image of the love of his life staring at him, “H-how?”

You smiled, “Are you forgetting that I had the anchor? While my power dwindles, I only have a few moments on this side of the fade.”

“No, no, please don’t leave me again!” Cullen pleaded, moving closer to you.

“My love, please, take this house as my last gift to you, and use it to live out the rest of your life. Find someone to share your life with-”

“NO!” Cullen shouted. “I cannot be with anyone else!” the tears from his eyes seemed endless as he pleaded with you.

You sighed, defeated and heartbroken, “I cannot tell you how sorry I am that I broke my promise to you. I love you, my heart.”

Cullen was helpless as he watched you fade away, the room once again empty.

“I love you too, my love,” was the last thing heard in the room before Cullen had once again fallen to the ground.

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prime-pulse · 4 years ago

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After-Party

Word Count: 1,706 Fandom: Dragon Age Inquisition Characters: Varric Tethras, Edric Cadash (The Inquisitor) Content Warnings: Alcohol consumption

Celebration rang throughout Skyhold. Music clambered up the courtyard walls, the sounds of people laughing and shouting echoed in the main hall. The smell of sugary wine and pompous desserts was almost sickening to the stomach, if not alluring. The sounds of shuffling feet; dancing, running, jumping— People were happy, people were excited. A victory well deserved for the Inquisition.

After many long months of destroying Red Templar forces, soldiers, workers, advisors and companions alike could breathe out a sigh of relief— if only briefly. They let their shoulders relax, they unclenched their jaws— This, this was the victory they had so desperately needed. The Inquisition worked hard to help people, from all walks of life— it believed in second chances, it believed in correcting past wrongs for the sake of the greater good— And now, for the first time since Haven, people from all around were allowed to just be. They partied, they sang, they cried and they drank. To describe the feeling the Inquisitor felt in response to the celebration couldn’t be described as anything short of euphoria.

And yet, he kept close to the walls. He took the back ways to get up to the second floor of the castle. He did what he could to remain small and unseen, despite being one of the biggest people in all of Thedas at the moment. The journey to the Well of Sorrows, the Eluvian, had been an important one— one the people were excited and happy to have won, but the inquisitor himself did not want to interfere with the festivities. He saw the way most people acted when he attempted to join in on conversation— they’d tense, and choose their words carefully, while still trying to attempt to look like they were having a fun time. He knew countless people out there would kill for a conversation with the inquisitor, he knew countless people out there were practically dying just to see him walk by. And yet, he kept to the walls, he kept in quiet, pleasant exchanges with those who had the courage to walk up to him. And he preferred it that way.

As the night continued on, and people slowly began to return to their tents and rooms, Edric found himself wandering the gardens with a wine glass he’d barely sipped on the entirety of the night. It was a golden liquid, and were it not for the smell and the way it moved when he swirled the glass it could’ve been mistaken for run-of-the-mill mead. It tasted like a dry honey, with the strong aftertaste you’d get with a rich red wine. He didn’t know what it was, but he liked it. He wanted to savor it, even if there was more stored in the kitchens. The dwarf took a sip from his glass before he decided to sit beneath the pavilion in the now empty garden (save for a few younger recruits in the shadows stealing kisses from their partners), staring up into the clear night sky. He’d never seen stars like this before joining the Inquisition.

“Didn’t feel like joining the after-party?” A man hummed as he sat beside Edric with a loud sigh, dusting off his pants and readjusting his open shirt with his free hand- the other being occupied by a mug of Ferelden beer-, “I can’t blame ‘ya. Sera gets a lot more bow-happy when she’s drunk.”

“Hello, Varric.” Edric said with a smile, moving to set his glass down beside him and fold his hands over his lap. Varric laughed for a moment before setting his mug to the side as well, patting the other dwarf on the shoulder.

There was a long bit of a comfortable silence between the two, as they both stared up at the sky for a long time. The sound of music from the nearby tavern quietly hummed in the air, the singing of crickets and other insects filling the rest of the void.

“So, gardens, huh?” Varric hummed after a good ten minutes, Edric then chuckling as he went to reach for his glass.

“It’s quieter here. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to all the noise that comes with these parties,” Edric said before he took a sip of his wine, “But they’re fun. I do enjoy being able to talk with soldiers and Skyhold staff— usually I’d be too busy running around, ‘Make sure you sign this off for Leiliana, Cullen!’ ‘Cole, I need to talk to you about stealing radishes from the kitchen staff.’ ‘Sera, I need to talk with you about the frogs you released in the library.’ ‘Oh, two farm hands are having a disagreement in the Hinterlands? Guess I’ll put my MOUND of paperwork aside to go deal with it PERSONALLY!’ You know, far too busy to converse with anyone.” Edric snickered to himself, Varric offering a bit of a breathy laugh.

“Yeah, I… I’m sure it’s a lot.” He nodded, head tilting to the side so he could glance back up at the sky, “Glad you had fun, though, even if you stuck to the corner the entire time.” The dwarf then grinned, Edric rolling his eyes and shoving Varric’s shoulder lightly. “Hey, careful! I paid good gold for this coat, and I’ll have to go complain to Josephine if you rough it up!” Varric said with a laugh, Edric’s hand hovering over his own mouth while he snickered.

“I just like staying away from the center of the room sometimes, it’s nice when you’re usually in the center all of the time,” Edric said with a shrug, taking another sip from his glass— he paused for a bit before he continued, “I’m still not used to this whole… Thing. Being in charge, leading people. I’m happy to be apart of it, and help people, but…” He shook his head, running a hand through his loosely tied back hair. “I’m worried that sounds selfish.”

“It’s not selfish to want a normal life for yourself— or maybe it is, and you are sent by The Maker, and it’s incredibly selfish to want that— but it doesn’t matter even if it is. Everyone’s entitled to wantin’... A normal life.” Varric shrugged, then pausing, “At least more normal than this. I think if I didn’t get to use Bianca I’d die.” He took a swig from his mug, nose wrinkling at the taste of the contents.

“I suppose.” Edric muttered, “You know, back when I was in the Carta, we used to have parties. None on this level, of course, we mainly just sat around and drank and pretended we were all having a ball sitting in the same room as one another—” Varric snorted, “— But we always had them after we’d completed a difficult job. It became sort of a staple thing; if someone… Lost an arm, or someone died, we’d have a silent drink in their honor and call it a party. Or, if the job went good and nothing catastrophic happened, we’d have a silent drink in our honor and call it a party! I guess I’m just too used to the whole… Silent part.” Edric shrugged with a confused expression on his face, Varric giving him a grin.

“For someone so used to silence, you do talk a lot.”

“You are my worst bully, Varric. You are so mean to me.”

The two laughed together for a moment, returning to a comfortable silence. Edric kept his eyes on the sky, Varric’s eyes curiously following the moving of a few figures in the shadows.

“That does explain a bit, though. You know, I don’t think I ever saw you smile until we saw Skyhold for the first time? You cracked jokes, sure, but you always said ‘em with a straight face.” Varric said, looking toward Edric with a lazy grin, “Did your clan just… Not deal with the whole feelings thing?”

“I didn’t— Well, wow, look at how far I’ve come. I didn’t ever notice I hadn’t…” Edric laughed and rubbed at the back of his neck, shaking his head, “It’s… Complicated. It’s not like my clan is full of people who don’t experience any emotions or feelings, we just… It got in the way of work, in our eyes. You can’t work efficiently and effectively if you’re caught up with anxiety or dread over something unrelated, you can’t focus if you’re too busy thinking about some pretty human you saw at the last town— Mother always taught us to keep our heads held high and our minds focused.” He shrugged, absentmindedly swirling the glass in his hand while his foot tapped on the stone below them. “It’s not that we don’t feel anything— Not that I didn’t, I was just… Focused. I think seeing Skyhold snatched that focus away from me, now I babble on and on with no clear direction about what I’m talking about, and— Ah. See?”

Varric laughed a bit, shaking his head, “It’s alright, it’s alright. It’s been nice seeing you come out of your shell almost completely the last couple months. From stone-faced warrior to… Still a warrior, but now he bakes cookies.” He shrugged with a snicker, Edric laughing. “What I mean to say, is, it’s nice seeing you be… I don’t know, comfortable here. I’m glad that even if all this is stressful as shit, you’ve found your people. I mean, what, you’ve walked in the fade and now you’re imbued with the power of some magic well? At least you’ve got friends, I guess!” Varric threw up one of his hands, then shaking his head as he lowered it back down.

“Friends are all I could ask for.” Edric smiled, moving to give Varric a firm pat on the shoulder, “And you, despite your rampant bullying of me, Varric, are a great friend.”

“Hah. You too, ‘Quisitor.” Varric smiled, returning the pat on Edric’s shoulder.

Returning to their drinks, the two fell into silence again, both looking up at the sky until it came time for even them to retire to bed. A celebration well earned. A celebration, the Inquisitor hoped, that spelt the beginning of at least a few years of well-earned rest once this was all over.

#this is unedited lol #Dragon age inquisiton #da:i #dai #Varric tethras #the inquisitor #inquisitor cadash #dragon age #da #da:i fanfic #dai fanfic #OC: Edric Bonehunter

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aricazorel · 4 years ago

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My updated list of stories available on AO3; click on the story name for the link

[my AO3 account contains more stories if you are interested :)]

In progress:

Anchor: Ripples (Updated weekly)

Sequel to Anchor (Dragon Age MGIT; trigger warnings/author’s notes)

Cullen and Anyssa came from very different worlds—literally. One a redemptive former Templar. The other a disillusioned historian from Earth. Both looking for a new beginning and finding that with the Inquisition and much more with each other.

Now in a meaningful, stable relationship, the two face the future laid out before them in the wake of Coyoheus’ defeat. The choices of their past and present will play out as ripples into their future as they navigate a new life together, determined to overcome the demons—both literally and metaphorically. What will the future hold for them? Only the Maker knows...

Completed:

Anchor: Moments

Companion piece to Anchor—Dragon Age

Trigger warnings/author’s notes

Cullen and Anyssa grew quite close to one another despite their differing backgrounds. One a former Templar attempting to atone for his past while overcoming a lyrium addiction. The other a historian from a completely different world using her education and skills to get by while overcoming a traumatic experience of her own. This is only part of their story…

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Broken Road

Sequel to Messages—Mass Effect

Smut/language

With the Reapers inching closer to victory each day, Major Kaidan Alenko and Lt. Commander Kora Reese serve aboard the legendary Normandy captained by the equally legendary Commander Shepard. Between their last-ditch efforts to change the fate of this cycle and the insidious plots of Cerberus, will they ever truly have the second chance they both want so much? Their past relationship aboard the SR1 and the years apart after its destruction by the Collectors left a mark on both of them. After reconnecting on Earth before the Reapers invaded, Kaidan and Kora face the consequences of their past choices. Will they be able to finally overcome their doubts and insecurities or will this time around end in heartbreak as well?

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Anchor

Dragon Age MGIT

Anyssa McBride’s job was in historic preservation, a dream career from her childhood. She never expected to be living history, especially not on another world. Pulled through a rift into Thedas, she is rescued by members of the Inquisition, specifically Commander Cullen Rutherford. With no knowledge of her new world or the Inquisition, Anyssa attempts to overcome her troubled past as she searches for a way home. With the unexpected aid of the Commander, will she discover a way back to Earth or find out that somethings happen for a reason and some people are more than they appear.

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Messages

Prequel to Broken Road—Mass Effect

Introduction of OC character—Kora Reese

Kora Reese had been just a LTJG when the Normandy was destroyed by the Collectors. The crew scattered to the winds after their triumph over the Geth and Saren. Their commanding officer declared dead by the Alliance. That short tour of duty aboard the SR1 had changed her life in so many ways. Meeting Kaidan Alenko had changed her life in so many ways. Now nearly three years and a heartbreak later, they cross paths again. Afraid of what that could mean, Reese must make a choice: continue to ignore what her heart wants or try again.

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Pieces

Dragon Age 2

Their first night together had been everything both Fenris and Hawke had hoped for. Then came the morning…

Three years later, both still remembered it as if it were yesterday. Could time have healed them enough to finally be together?

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A Knight’s Tale

Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic

Violence/language/smut

The Ebone Hawk crew had seen their share of troubles during their mission to find the Star Maps. But when they are finally captured by Admiral Karath aboard the Sith flag ship, the true nature of their mission takes an unexpected turn. Join Jedi Knight Serra Antilles as she attempts to navigate the fine line between what the Jedi Council expects of a Jedi and what her heart tells her to do. Never having been one to follow the Council’s wishes to the letter, her growing relationship with one ace Republic pilot does nothing to help clarify things. Or does it?

#my stories #Master list #Mass Effect #dragon age #knights of the old republic #star wars #read on ao3

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the-lightning-mage · 3 years ago

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Inquisition OC as a Companion

I’ve already made a post about some stuff about Holly, but I love the format @little-lightning-lavellan made, and it really made me think. The picture is my best attempt at making her on artbreeder.

You have selected Holly Trevelyan to join your party!

Race: Human

Gender: Female

Class: Mage

Specialization: Rift mage

Background:

Holly Trevelyan is the second youngest of seven children born to Bann and Lady Trevelyan. Born in 9:12 Dragon, she is also the only mage of the family. She came into her magic when she was 12, and thus spent most of her life in the Circle. Due to the more lax nature of the Ostwick Circle, and her being from a noble family, she was able to regularly send and receive letters. The only person she ever really got letters from is her younger sibling. This caused them to be incredibly close despite the distance.

In her early years she spent most of her time studying healing magic in hopes it would help let her get out of the circle. After lots of discouragement, she ended up giving up on that dream. Instead she focused her studies on storm based magic, as she had always found rain and thunder comforting.

After reading several books, and hearing several accounts as to how much more advanced Tevinter magic could be in certain areas, she had a new goal. She decided to try to harness electrical based magic so that it could be used as an energy source. This path has led to her becoming one of the most powerful storm based mages in Thedas.

When the talks of rebellion began, she was a part of them. She hated being cooped up all the time, and she had heard horror stories of how other mages were treated. When the rebellion began, she was not so involved. She was horrified by the levels of wrathful violence some of her peers employed. She spent a lot of time helping people escape. When she herself did, she knew that the entirety of the rebellion could not be like that, and she seriously considered joining them. Instead she decided to go find her younger sibling. That choice only solidified when she heard of what happened to the Conclave.

She becomes a rift mage because that is what either a. Killed her sibling or b. Almost killed them.

Dragon Age: Inquisition

She arrives in Haven shortly before the party leaves to address the Chantry in Val Royeaux. She shows up not to necessarily join the Inquisition, but in an attempt to find out what happened to her sibling. She can be found just outside the gates near the stables arguing with Cullen, demanding information.

If the Inquisitor is human, and thus her sibling, the conversation to recruit her flows a lot more smoothly. She will then ask to be part of the Inquisition, saying she damn near had a heart attack when she thought they had died, and that they had been apart for far, far too long. If she is refused, the Inquisitor will tell her to go home. There will be a war table mission to ensure she gets there safely. If she is accepted, she rises through the ranks rather quickly due to her skill. Solas will accuse the Inquisitor of nepotism.

If the inquisitor is not human, she will get emtional, wanting to know where her sibling is. She will demand to join the Inquisition to get justice for her fallen sibling. If denied, she will join the rebel mages instead. If they are sided with, she will technically be part of the Inquisition, but not as a companion. If not, she discovers Dorian, gives him what info she has, and flees. If she is accepted, there will be a war table mission to find her sibling’s remains or something they had on them.

In Haven, she can be found near the Inquisitor’s cabin. In Skyhold she can be found in one of the unused towers near Cullen’s office. It will have fancy looking equipment for her experiments.

She can be used to gather rebel mage support.

Approval and Romance

As they are siblings, human Inquisitors will have an easier time gaining approval, but for certain situations, they will face greater disapproval than non-humans. For example, non-humans will get “Holly disapproves” if they conscript the mages instead of treating them as allies, but humans will get “Holly greatly disapproves.”

When it comes to the big decisions, like what to do with the Wardens, who goes into the Well of Sorrows, etc. She tends to take in all of the “what ifs?” and bases her own opinions on that rather than her own morals. She may not like a decision, but if she thinks it will ultimately have the best out come, that is the one she goes with.

She likes to view most things from every angle she can. She prefers more merciful forms of justice, and can tend to be very forgiving. She likes it when the Inquisitor tries their best to understand others, while not necessarily condoning their actions. She likes it when they help those in need, though not as much as Cole does.

She can only be romanced by non human Inquisitors for obvious reasons, and she can be romanced by both men and women. If neither she or Cullen are romanced, they will end up in a relationship together. Instead of having a big romance scene, at high levels of approval, human Inquisitors will get an emotional scene where she tells them just how much she was worried about them.

Her personal quest involves her closest friend from the Circle. He sends her a letter telling her that he alive, and would love to catch up. It turns out to be a ploy, as he betrays her. He can be killed or talked down and shown mercy.

Her romance quest involves taking her to a few different locations throughout Orlais and Ferelden.

Trespasser

High Approval: She stayed with the Inquisition over the last to years as their advisor on matters of the Arcane. She presents them a unique weapon she had been working on in free time. Romance does not change this.

Low Approval if Cullen was romanced: She spent the last two years traveling. Seeing the world she never could see before. She helps and sends word back to the Inquisition when need be.

Low Approval if Cullen was not romanced: She remains with the Inquisition, helping where she can. She spends a lot of time helping Cullen figure out how to best utilize the mages.

Post trespasser: She spends much of her time working, and when she is able to get a working prototype she presents it to whatever Mage authority there is, and gets funding. It helps propel mages into good opinion. Details about her relationship are shared.

Combat Comments

Killing an enemy:

“Block this!”

“Eat ash!”

“You shouldn’t have underestimated me!”

Low health:

“Do we have another healer?”

“Armor failed me.”

“Help!”

Low health Inquisitor and Companions:

“Inquisitor!”

“Brother/Sister!”

“I’m on my way Dorian.”

“Maker, someone help the Seeker.”

“I’ve got you, Varric.”

“Shit... Bull!”

“Cole’s down!”

Other

Approaching camp: “I’ve always want to go camping.” “I’m not expert, but this seems like a lovely place to stop?”

Approaching a High Dragon: “Are they really that big?”

Using an ocularum for the first time: “Are you sure you don’t want me to examine it first?”

Picking up shards after finding the temple: “What are these doing all the way out here?”

Location Comments

Arbor Wilds: “It’s a shame we have to fight here.”

Old Crestwood: “No wonder they’re having problems with undead. Look at all the spirits.” “I think I’m going to be sick.”

Emerald Graves: “Am I the only one who thinks this place is beautiful?” “Wow....”

Emprise du Lion: “This... this is why I wear a cloak.” “I should summon some lightning. Start a fire and destroy the red lyrium. Two birds with one stone.”

Exalted Plains: “They really could not think of a worse name.” “A place that is a monument to humanity’s evil taken over by demons. Ironic.”

The Fallow Mire: “Ugh.” “I think I saw a bug the size of my hand.” “I love nature, but I hate this place.”

Forbidden Oasis: “This place would be nice if it weren’t for the Venatori... and the giant.” “I’m confused. Why is they’re a temple here? Who built it?”

Hinterlands: “Can we visit Redcliffe?” “So much chaos....” “We can help the people here, right?”

Hissing Wastes: “How do I have sand in my armor?” “Dwarven ruins on the surface? This is a dream come true.” “Great. Venatori.”

Storm Coast: “Crossing the Waking Sea was my favorite part of getting here.” “I actually quite like the weather.” “I wonder... is this place more prone to lightning storms?”

Western Approach: “Talk about a wasteland.” “Poison hot springs and chasms into the Deep Roads? At least there are ruins.” “I suppose this is a good place for nefarious deeds.”

Advisor and Companion comments

Blackwall: “She’s very dedicated and has a good heart. She’s what people should think of when they hear “mage.””

Cassandra: “She is very dedicated to the cause, though I worry she might set fire to Skyhold with one of her... experiments.”

Cole: “Trapped. Walled in. Caged like a fancy bird. Not anymore, but she stays because she wants to help. Is helping. She’s good, like her healing spells.”

Cullen: “She’s dedicated, clever, and very, very persistent. She’s been a great help with the mages.”

If in a relationship with her: “She’s... amazing, isn’t she? I’m not sure what she sees in me.”

Dorian: “You don’t find many people so open to new ideas, or people that are that accepting. She is excellent company.”

Iron Bull: “She’s different from the other mages. Too entrenched in her work to boast about it. Way more practical. I have a lot of respect for what she’s trying to do.”

Josephine: “Though I wish we could make better use of her noble ties. She is invaluable, and holds great conversations.”

Leliana: “It’s not often you meet someone who has truly nothing to hide.”

Sera: “I dunno. She makes too much sense for a mage, ya know? At least she’s pretty.”

Solas: “Holly? Ah. We don’t particularly get along, but I approve of what she is trying to do, and has accomplished.”

Varric: “You wouldn’t guess it, but Bookworm is just as good in battle as she is in that tower of hers. Thank the maker it takes a lot to piss her off. I don’t want to be on the receiving end of one of her lightning bolts.”

Vivienne: “I’ll be honest, I do not agree with her on everything, but at least she is loyal. Her work ethic is to be admired as well. She dresses rather simply though.”

Trivia

At first, everyone thinks Holly is the nickname Varric gave her. It doesn’t match her personality.

While she may not believe Dorian about the time magic, she immediately believes him and Felix about the Venatori. She had heard rumors about them before the events of Hushed Whispers, but nothing concrete enough to tell anyone.

Her relationship with Cullen starts with him asking her if she can soothe headaches. She has somewhat of a reputation for her healing magic, even if she doesn’t use it much.

She is an excellent singer.

Like Solas and Varric, she acts like a parent towards Cole.

If the Inquisitor is a human man who romances Dorian, she’ll tease him for having a type.

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dai #trevelyan

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the-dreadful-canine · 3 years ago

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dragon Age (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Solas (Dragon Age)/Original Female Character(s), Fen'Harel (Dragon Age)/Original Female Character(s), Other Relationship Tags to Be Added, Solas/Human OC Characters: Original Characters, Fen'Harel (Dragon Age), Solas (Dragon Age), Adaar (Dragon Age), Leliana (Dragon Age), Cullen Rutherford, Josephine Montilyet, Cassandra Pentaghast, Varric Tethras, The Iron Bull (Dragon Age), Bull’s Chargers (Dragon Age), Sera (Dragon Age), Vivienne (Dragon Age), Blackwall (Dragon Age), Dorian Pavus Additional Tags: Modern Girl in Thedas, OC centric, POV First Person, POV Female Character, POV Solas, Dark Fantasy, Mythology and Folklore, Violence, Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Graphic Description, Poor Life Choices, Solas is Fen’Harel… But not Quite, Inquisitor (Dragon Age) is not the Protagonist, Dark Inquisitor, Hardened Leliana, Dark Cullen Rutherford, Cullen Rutherford Has Issues, Everyone Has Issues, Fantastical Racism, Out of Character Interactions and Dialogue, Because We Don’t Respect Canon in This House, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fix-It of Sorts, Meaning Fixing Things by Breaking Everything Else, soul bonding, Eventual Relationships, Eventual Smut, Eventual Happy Ending, Slow Build, Slow Burn, Strangers to Reluctant Allies to BFF to Lovers, Not Beta Read, Slow To Update Series: Part 1 of The Storm Book Summary:

While riding away from a life of regret, a bizarre accident cuts Elizabeth’s life short. Upon waking up, she finds herself the unwilling subject of interest of an arrogant fiend, and he offers her a chance to start again. Despite the creature raising all the red flags in her mind, a wounded pride drives her to accept the deal. But Tricksters have their own agenda, and instead of the world she knows, he drops Elizabeth into a world that shouldn’t exist outside her favorite fantasy setting.

There’s no time to question her arrival nor marvel at the wonders of the magic-filled realm. The sky is falling down, Corypheus’ threat looms on the horizon, and she has a betrayal to plan. Armed with nothing but foreknowledge of the events about to unfold and the urge to fulfill her part of the deal, she joins the Inquisition’s forces.

Between a world set to Nightmare difficulty, the Herald’s interest and a traitorous heart craving the one man that can turn this living hell all the worse, Elizabeth is more than ready to bite off what’s left of a certain wolf’s tail.

★ NSFW chapters will be marked with * ★ Additional warnings at the start of the chapters.

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| Chapter 1: Dog Days |

“Am I to assume your childish outburst is over, and you are ready to act like a decent adult, human?” A voice, both deep and smooth, speaks up. I startle, looking around in search of its source before facing the hound in front of me. He tilts the chin up before huffing in apparent annoyance and speaking again. “Well?”

“Damn dude, really?” I speak, unbelieving. “Childish outburst? I fucking died!”

“As it’s expected from all mortals, so?” he answered, boredom and annoyance dripping off each syllable.

“Excuse my lack of elegant coping skills regarding something I never went through before, oh magnanimous flea-bag.”

“I find myself very inclined to obliterate you.” His words were sharp like blades, taken to my tendons to force me to bend under their influence. But I stood my ground, refusing to buckle. “You are very lucky I have taken an interest in you, mortal.” He says, punctuating the last word with a snap of jaws at the side of my head; close enough that I felt the smooth glide of fangs over my exposed neck, but I barely sneered at the threat. Something inside me had reared its head at the arrogant being, urging me to further defy it.

“Bold of you to assume I give a single fart about your merciful streak.” the dismissal on my tone raises his hackles, and I chuckle in amusement.

“Don’t you disrespect me, human!” his eyes are ablaze as both his body and voice growl in unison, sparkles of purple light crackling amidst the bloody red like a wicked storm.

“I shall give you the respect you offer me, fiend.” I retort, my voice nearly matching his growl. “Seeing that you chased me as if I was prey, and refused to back off when I got cornered, you’re lucky I didn’t spit on your muzzle yet.”

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#fic: stormbringer #oc: elizabeth montes #fen'harel #mgit #the girls are fighting #i swear this is the last time i rewrite this fic

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a-marlene-s · 5 years ago

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So....

I am looking back on past posts of stories that I plan on writing. I thought I tagged them all... but I don’t know if I got them all.

Here’s what I have so far... (Keep in mind, the majority of them are from story prompts from other people or were from asks.)

Bruce Wayne Addams

Cousin Bruce.

Gomez and Morticia love their adopted nephews very much.

Dick is going insane.

I don’t remember if this is a crossover with Miraculous Ladybug. Let alone with my au, She’s an Addams!

She’s an Addams!

Marinette’s mother is Wednesday Addams.

Jagged Stone is an Addams.

Debating if she’ll be with Nino or Canon!Felix.

I don’t remember if this is a crossover with Batman. As I remember a scene where Jagged and knew each other back in college due to them being in a band together... now that I think about it... I think that was part of another story...

Quirk: Miraculous Ladybug

Marinette Dupain-Cheng: Thread Manipulation/Miraculous Ladybug

Adrien Agreste: Formerly Quirkless/Cataclysm

Alya Césaire (class deputy): Computer Interaction

Nino Lahiffe: Frequency manipulation.

Chloé Bourgeois: Paralysis Inducement

Sabrina Raincomprix: Invisibility

Rose Lavillant: Plant Manipulation

Nathaniel Kurtzberg: Digital Art Manipulation

Juleka Couffaine: Identity Manipulation

Lê Chiến Kim: Emotion Weaponry

Mylène Haprèle: Slime Manipulation

Max Kanté: Technological Combat

Alix Kubdel: Flash Forward

Ivan Bruel: Earth Transformation

Lila Rossi: Feign Damage

Aurore Beauréal: Weather Manipulation

Mireille Caquet: Omnilingualism

Jean Duparc: Miming

Luka Couffaine: Sound Manipulation

Marc Anciel: Ink Manipulation

Kagami Tsurugi: Elemental Manipulation.

For this au, it could be as is, or as a penpal au with Marinette being friends from someone from UA. Izuku, Shoto, Hitoshi or someone else.

Justice League Banned from Paris @vivilakitty

JL finding out they got banned from Paris.

Someone visits for the holiday or some shit that brings them there related to the League.

They see the akumas and they wonder why no one called the league for help. Especially after seeing two kids fighting the Akuams.

"The hero's tried. They were just children when shit started. My kid is thirteen and is the size and age of our hero's were when they started! We tried getting ahold of the League. The Mayor, the heroes, civilians! Everyone! We got called a joke and were told never to contact them again. Then we got blocked."

Mayor decided to bane the League from Paris. If they did not want to help, then they are no longer welcomed in the city of Paris.

The call first got through to some random civilian communicator that goes along with the name of John Christan Ryan Mark Johnson, nickname… whatever the hell first comes up in someone’s mind. When League found out, Chad became a joke among the league and got demoted. Even so, the League went to Paris as civilians and did their best to help out.

There will be mayhem from the Batboys.

Turtle Bug @jacquesthepigeon

Where Fu chose not to put the cat miraculous in play and instead gave his own since Ladybug’s partner would need to protect her. He chooses Nino to be Carapace.

Paris’s anxiety ridden superhero duo is Ladybug and Carapace.

ONE MORE THING! @vixen-uchiha

Jackie Chan adventures. Jackie and Sabine are cousins. Jackie decided to take a much needed break from doing what he does best. He and Jade go to Paris to have a simple... fight free... vaca.... great... seems like their vacation is short lived.

What’s the Stitch? @kanamexzeroyaoifangirl

Kim Possible/Miraculous Ladybug crossover where Marinette and Kim are cousins though Gina. Lila lies about knowing and going on side missions with her when Marinette’s the one going on missions with her when she’s in town or visiting. Class minus Chole, Nathaniel, & Kitty Section believe and bully Marinette due to Lila’s lies. Kim shows up during it one Tommie then uses her connections to show the truth and take her down. All bullies are sued and are banned from the bakery.

Presentation Day @art-deco-shrimp

Ms Bustier assigns each of the students to do a report on someone they know, with a presentation at the end. They need to pick someone to report on, learn about their daily life, interview at least three people close to them, and then do a presentation on that person when the project is due in two weeks (arbitrary time limit is arbitrary). When Alya comments that it’s too bad that the restrictions mean a report on Ladybug is probably out of the question, Marinette suggests Ladybug’s best friend as a substitute. Alya can interview Lila’s parents as one source, Rose can probably connect her for a short Q&A with Prince Ali about someone who’s done so much for his charities, and Alya can even justify asking Ladybug some questions for the project this way!

The Delinquent @rubixchick

Lila assumed the older guy Marinette has been hanging out with lately, is just some delinquent due to the guy’s tattoo’s, pericings and ripped up clothes. Spinning her tales, Lila made it difficult for Marinette to hang out with this guy or trying to occupy her time by smothering her to no end. Things go bad to worse… for Lila when she accused Juleka’s brother, whom she never met before, being the delinquent.

Hear Me Out

Story idea from: @maxdark158 Full prompt here: https://maxdark158.tumblr.com/post/187476540811/hear-me-out-ive-got-an-au-idea

Best Friends Adrien and Marinette. No love interest or love square here.

Marinette paired with either Damian, Tim, Jason, Dick, or someone from Dc.

Adrien, I don’t know if I want to pair him up with someone or if I do want to pair up him with someone, I don’t know with whom yet.

Adrien is protective of his best friend.

Lila Salt.

Alya Salt.

Passive (Agreste)sive.

Marinette Mode @vivilakitty: Full prompt here: https://vivilakitty.tumblr.com/post/189567415622

Marinette takes on an apprentice ship under the one and only Edna Mode.

I know her, I’m close friends with her son~ @countingdowndays: Full prompt here: https://countingdowndays.tumblr.com/post/189602949856/prompt-lila-salt-adriens-mom

Adrien mentions the movie his mom stared in to the class. Lila latched onto it, claiming she personally knew the actress and that she could introduce Adrien to her. “Great, let me know what my mom says.”

OHSHC x My Hero Academia: My Hero Host Club @amynchan

Ships: IzoOcha, BakuKiri, TodoMomo, TetsuKendo, OjiTooru, TokoTsuyu, JiroTama

Summary: Create a club they say. Create something to do in their spare time, they say. Do something creative, they say.

“WHY DID YOU FORCE ME TO JOIN A HOST CLUB!!!”

“In all honesty, you destroyed an expensive vase and you need to pay us back. And joining us, you could easily pay it back… unless you want to pay it out of pocket.”

Kyoka Jiro gripped her hair in frustration. Her parents had told her she needed to create or join a club. Her classmate had told her about the club she had created with her friends… but said friend never mentioned it’s a host club!

Record: Drag Her. @miraculouscontent

Tikki Records Lila's threats

Tikki records Lila's threat towards Marinette with the latter's phone. "Oh, and Marientte? Drag her."

My girlfriend could kick your butt!

Peter Parker got kidnapped and cannot use his abilities without exposing his identity to the whole wide web.

There he is, strapped to a chair with a camera facing and recording his every movement.

Then the bad guys started to threaten Peter that if he doesn’t talk, that they’ll use Peter’s girlfriend as leverage.

“My girlfriend could kick your butt!!!!”

Not even a minute later, the video fed went out and when it went back on, all the bad guys are knocked out and an unfamiliar girl is untying Peter from the chair, all the while apologizing for taking too long to get to him.

This is a debate on which one to write for Dragon Age Inquisition.

Warden Cullen

HoF!Cullen

Champion!Cullen

Inquisitor!Cullen

It will take place in DAI. Pairing are yet to be seen.

If I miss a story prompt, please tell me. I have lost count or I cannot find the posts.

#story list #future story list

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wardenrainwall · 4 years ago

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Words: 2,921 (18,110 Total) Pairing: Blackwall/Inquisitor Cadash/Cullen Rating: Explicit Summary: smut. nothing but smut.

“You’re certain?” Renna asked, her teeth sinking into her lower lip as she looked at Commander Cullen, stretched out at the foot of her bed, naked as the day was long. This was new territory for them. It had only been a few days since Blackwall and Cullen had approached her and with hands on her hips, she’d shook her head angrily.

“I won’t choose,” she told them.

“We’re not asking you to.”

“Yes,” Cullen said. Then Blackwall swatted Renna’s rump, and it was more sound than sting.

But Renna watched the way Cullen’s already half-hard cock flexed against his belly. Already naked herself, she padded over to the bed and stepped between his thighs.

“Alright, hold your legs up for me.” Cullen obeyed, reaching down as he lifted his feet up onto the edge of the bed, and then hooked his hands behind his knees and drew his legs back and spread them wide. Bearing himself completely. Renna ran her hands along his legs, from ankle to knee, then brushed her hands over his before continuing down along his thighs until she reached the dark blonde curls at the apex of his thighs.

Moisture leaked from the head of his cock, and unable to resist, she leaned down and ran her tongue along the heavy vein to tease the slit. His groan brought a smile to her lips and she drew back, grabbed the bottle of oil, and with one hand drew his cock up, proud and hard and she felt her core tighten in anticipation. She knew how good it felt to have him inside of her.

Tugging the cork free with her teeth, she spat it off to the side, and then with a wicked little grin, she rubbed the bottle along the sensitive head. Cullen hissed, straining against his self imposed restraint. “Fuck, Ren-”

“Cold?” she asked with a smile, then lifted the bottle and poured a hefty amount down over his erection, and her hand. The muscles of his stomach tightened and his cock flexed in her hand as he cursed again. But then she stroked her fist up his length, the oil quickly warming beneath her touch.

Dripping more oil down his length, she watched it slip over his balls, down and soaking into the blanket beneath, oh well, she thought and started to set aside the bottle, but Blackwall took it, poured some into his own hand before wrapping it around his erection while he watched her every move. Shifting her free hand to curl around Cullen’s cock she slid her oil-covered hand lower and lower, cupping and gently fondling his balls before going lower still to the tight puckered hole.

Cullen pressed his head back against the bed, groaning and arching up as she teased and circled the ring of flesh with the tip of one finger, all the while her other hand slowly pumped his erection. Slick with so much oil, she easily breached his opening and was nearly to the second knuckle before he tensed. “I’ve got you,” she murmured. It had been several months since they had done this, but she knew his body nearly as well as she knew his own.

He was flushed, skin damp with perspiration, arching into her touch. Withdrawing her finger almost completely, she leaned down to flick her tongue over the head of his cock. “You’re so pretty,” she told him, the pink flush of his skin seeming to go a shade or two darker. “Beautiful like this.” Renna worked her finger inside, slipping deeper.

Cullen lifted his head enough to look at her, his gaze dark. “Such a good boy,” she continued, felt her own desire slicking her thighs as his cock throbbed in her hand. “Do you think you’re ready?” she gently scraped her thumbnail just below the head of his cock and Cullen let out a quiet hiss. “His cock his thicker than mine,” she murmured. “But the stretch feels so good,” she crooned.

“Yes,” Cullen groaned, his knuckles white as he gripped his thighs. “Fuck, yes, please.”

Withdrawing her hands, Renna glanced over at Blackwall, his gaze was fixed on the two of them, his erection rock hard as he stroked it slowly. With his free hand, he reached up, cupping Renna’s chin to angle her head up for a deep kiss that left her a little dazed. When they broke apart, Renna crawled up onto the bed beside Cullen. “Let go,” she brushed his hands from his legs and straddled his waist.

Taking Cullen’s hands in hers, Renna shifted back until she felt the slide of his cock against her folds. Knuckles brushed against the curve of her ass and she glanced over and heard Cullen’s sharp intake of breath before she realized Blackwall had curved his big hand around Cullen’s length, lining it up with her slit. “Slowly,” it was a soft order and one that Renna would gladly obey. Lacing her fingers with Cullen’s she rested their joined hands on her thighs and sat up straight and felt the thick mushroomed head press against her opening.

“Oh,” her breath left her in a soft sigh at that first initial stretch. And for a moment she forgot herself, her lust addled brain wanted nothing more than to drive down hard, grind against him and feel him pound into her for every bit of his strength. The hard slap against her ass had her gasping in surprise.

“I said, slow,” Blackwall reminded her and she realized she’d already impaled herself nearly halfway on Cullen’s cock.

“Oops,” she flashed him a grin and then turned her face to look at Cullen again. Sweat beaded on his brow and he gripped her hands tighter. She held herself still as Blackwall moved closer, the heat of his body against her back. Then Blackwall’s hands were on Cullen’s legs, positioning them just so.

Cullen stared up at her, lips parted, eyes heavy-lidded and she knew the exact moment Blackwall began to push inside. His head punched back against the bed, and his cock seemed to swell inside her. “That’s it,” Blackwall’s voice was rough. Renna resumed her oh-so-slow descent and felt the shudder that ran through Cullen’s body. “You take my cock so well, Commander.”

Renna nearly whimpered. She knew how Cullen liked the praise, and the more foul-mouthed the better. Blackwall had apparently figured that out as well. Fully seated on Cullen’s cock, Renna was trembling and didn’t know how the other two were remaining so calm, she felt as if she were a coiled wire about to break.

She thought it might only take a few strokes of her clit to have her soaring and she was tempted to pry her hand free from Cullen’s to do just that. But then Blackwall’s hips snapped forward and both men let out shouts of pleasure. Then Blackwall began to move, measured strokes, and Renna began to rock her hips as well, to ride Cullen’s cock languorously.

Releasing Cullen’s hands, Renna braced herself against his chest and he held her gaze, his fingers no doubt leaving bruises on her thighs as he lay beneath them. Leaning down lower until her breasts brushed against his chest she kissed him softly on the mouth. Tongues met, danced and she felt Blackwall’s thrusts gain speed. “Tell me,” she said, finally breaking the kiss to lick along his jaw to his ear. “How does his cock feel inside you? Better than mine?” Renna lightly scraped a fingernail over one of his nipples, felt it go taut so she did it to the other as well. “Tell me, Commander, I want to hear what it feels like to have his cock inside you.”

Cursing softly, Cullen arched, his breathing was ragged and she didn’t think he’d last long before he came. “Better?” he rasped, swallowed, and moaned when Blackwall gave a particularly sharp thrust of his hips that had his belly slapping against her rump. “Different. Fuck, good. So good.” His arms banded around her, holding her tight to him. “Hot and slick, his cock and your cunt-” Renna clenched around him and he groaned. “Maker, don’t stop.”

“Could you take us both?” Renna asked. “My cock alongside Blackwall’s buried deep inside you, stretching your pretty ass.”

The sound that escaped Cullen’s lips was one of almost desperation. Then his hand fisted in her hair and he yanked her mouth back to his and kissed her hard. “You could take us both,” he said when he broke the kiss, glancing past her, she saw something flit through Cullen’s gaze before he looked at her again. “Just think how well we’d fill your pussy. How hot and sticky you’d be after we came inside you.”

Renna whimpered and felt Blackwall’s thrust speed up, become a little rougher. Then Blackwall reached out and caught her arm, tugging her upright so that her back was against his chest, and it shifted the angle of Cullen’s cock inside her. Her thighs ached from the slow restrained movement, but she knew it was worth every second of it.

“Our beautiful Inquisitor told me about the war table, bending you over it and fucking you. How you begged for her cock.” Blackwall’s hand curved around Renna’s throat, a gentle pressure that while it wasn’t cutting off her breath made her feel dizzy all the same. “I want to hear it. Beg to feel her come around you, to spend yourself inside her. Be a good boy and beg for my cock. And if you do it prettily enough, you might get it all.”

Renna was lost to it all. She heard Cullen’s voice, caught snatches of words. Harder. Fuck me. Let me. Blackwall’s fingers were on her clit, his other hand still on her throat, Cullen’s hands found her breasts, and she felt each of Blackwall’s rough trusts as she ground down on Cullen’s cock. “Come for me, love,” Blackwall’s mouth was against her ear, but through her hazy vision, she knew that Cullen and Blackwall gazes were locked. “Come on the Commander’s cock for me, clamp down around him and milk him of every last drop of come.”

It was as if they’d perfectly coordinated it. Cullen’s hips bucked up, while he caught her nipples between his knuckles and squeezed just enough to send a sharp pleasure pain straight to her core, while Blackwall’s grip on her throat tightened, his beard scraped against her throat, and the fingers he had circling her clit found just the right spot that had her vision splintering and a keening cry escaped her lips.

“That’s it, that’s it, oh, fuck,” Blackwall’s voice was distant, even though it was right beside her ear. “Good girl, fuck, Cullen-” hard trusts, and Cullen was pulsing inside her, warm and wet.

“Yes, yes, Maker’s breath, don’t stop, don’t stop-” His fingers were gripping her thighs again, hips lifting as if he could somehow get deeper, fill her more, then Blackwall’s thrusts stuttered and faltered and he let out a curse and a low groan.

Renna’s breathing was ragged as she felt herself being leaned forward, her cheek against Cullen’s sweat-soaked chest. He let out a low groan and turned his face to press a kiss to her forehead. Blackwall moved away from the bed and she was too exhausted and pleasure drunk to call out to him. She heard water splashing, rustling of fabric and then she felt big hands easing her off Cullen’s chest.

Cullen let out a low hum and Renna forced her eyes open and watched Blackwall run the damp cloth he held up Cullen’s thighs and between, cleaning him up. She truly didn’t know how the man had the energy to still stand. Cullen’s hand was low against her belly, his knuckles absently rubbing the top of her curls. Blackwall glanced up from his ministrations and held her gaze as he, instead of using the cloth to clean Cullen’s cock, he lowered his head and took him into his mouth.

Renna’s lips parted and despite the orgasm that still was sending shockwaves through her body, she felt the heat spreading again. Cullen cursed, his hand shooting down to fist in Blackwall’s hair as he arched up into the other man’s mouth. His cock spent, but seemingly desperate for more.

Blackwall spent a few moments, sucking and licking before releasing him, then he turned his attention to Renna. “Up,” he said, nudging her further up the bed so that she lay with her head on the pillows. Cullen rolled out of the way, watching, curious. Big hands spread her thighs, making room from Blackwall’s broad shoulders as he settled on his belly, and licked her from bottom to clit. Heat flushed her cheeks as she thought about the fact that Cullen had just come inside her. But Blackwall didn’t seem at all deterred, if anything, he seemed determined to lap her utterly clean.

It was a slow build, Blackwall’s tongue and lips teasing her, stoking the fire of lust until she was panting and one hand tangled in his hair, the other in the blankets. Beyond the man between her thighs was Cullen, watching intently, his hand stroking his cock. Renna parted her lips, ready to beckon Cullen to her, eager to take him into her mouth, but Blackwall shifted on the bed. He drew up one leg at the knee and arched his hips.

Cullen’s gaze immediately went to the other man’s ass, then back up to Renna’s eyes. “Yes,” she breathed and cried out as Blackwall wrapped his lips around her clit and suckled. “Yes!”

Renna watched, not wanting to miss a single move, as Cullen slid from the bed and found the bottle of oil. He doused his cock, stroking it as it grew harder in his palm. Then he crawled up onto the bed. Oil slick hands cupped Blackwall’s bottom, spread his cheeks, and dipped between. She felt Blackwall’s moan against her cunt and rocked her hips against his mouth.

Cullen poured more oil down the seam of Blackwall’s ass and rubbed his knuckles around the puckered hole. His cock throbbed hard and ready again. He pressed the tip of his oil slick index finger against the ring of flesh and pressed forward. It was so tight and hot, that Cullen didn’t know how he’d manage to fit his cock inside or move once he was there. He also imagined he’d likely come just from the joining.

Renna was panting softly, one of her hands on her breast, the other in Blackwall’s hair as he fucked her with his tongue. Cullen imagined fucking Renna again, Blackwall an extension of his body. “No need to be gentle,” Blackwall tore his mouth away from Renna, glistening wet with come and saliva. “Put your cock inside me and fuck me like you mean it.”

Cullen faltered for a beat, then watched the other man bury his face against Renna’s cunt again, her back arched and she cried out, her fingers tightening in his. He wanted to join in, be a part of that pleasure. So he leaned forward, grabbed a pillow to shove beneath Blackwall’s hips keeping them at the angle he wanted before he pressed the tip of his erection to that tight ring.

He pushed forward, groaned at the slick tight sensation, he wanted to revel in it, savor each inch of his cock sliding forward, but Blackwall arched, pushing his hips back and Cullen found himself unable to help it as he thrust forward sharply, burying his cock to the hilt in Blackwall’s ass. The man beneath him let out a low primal sound, his arms curled around Renna’s thighs and Cullen gave into it. Pressing his hands into Blackwall’s waist, Cullen began to pound into him, just as he’d demanded.

The bed shook with the force of it. “Oh, fuck!” Renna’s back bowed. “Harder, fuck, Ancestors, please!” She watched him, lips parted. “Cullen! Blackwall!” She cried out, thighs shaking, but Blackwall only seemed to redouble his efforts until she was sobbing through another orgasm.

Cullen never wanted this moment to end. He leaned forward and though it limited his movements, his body stretched out along Blackwall’s back, he slid one hand up to the other man’s hair, fingers brushing against Renna’s. His other hand shoved down between the bed and Blackwall to curl around his length. Only a handful of thrusts later, and Cullen felt the tightening at the base of his spine as pleasure rushed through him with the force of a tidal wave.

Beneath him, Blackwall rocked his hips several more times, thrusting against the bed and Cullen’s hand before he felt the pulse and then the spill of come on his fingers.

Long moments passed before Cullen forced himself off the other man, Blackwall’s cheek rested against Renna’s spread thighs, his eyes closed. This time, Cullen got up, made quick work of cleaning himself up before dampening a cloth in the washbasin and returning to the bed to return the favor to Blackwall.

Task finished, the Inquisitor tugged them both up on the bed so that they lay on either side of her as she lay on her back, still breathing a little unsteadily. Cullen propped his head up on his hand, looking down at her, while he rested his other hand on her belly. Blackwall’s hand joined his, their fingers just brushing and Cullen looked over at him and thought that this might be the best decision he’d ever made.

#lemon #smut #dragon age #blackwall #cadash #cullen #blackwall x cadash x cullen #meraadwrites

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kauriart · 5 years ago

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The Journals of CSR : Chapter 5

The Storyteller

A Dragon Age fic | Cullen x f!Lavellen | Read it on AO3

It is easy to forget the world is not the high stone walls of Kirkwall.

That the tides don’t align themselves to the breath and beating heart of the city. That the heavens don’t split and weep for the sole purpose of washing the blood and grit from the flagstones.

Dangerous.

But easy.

Though really, Haven could be its own extension of Kirkwall — a second cousin, maybe. Or an estranged uncle — things keep blowing up, after all.

It’s a bit galling to realize that all this doesn’t make the top five lowest points in Varric’s life. This — the Conclave, and Haven, and a thousand people gone in an instant. It barely makes top ten. It may be that the horrors he's experienced have always taken on a strangely intimate flavor — the blood-red of Bartrand’s eyes; the taint crawling slowly up Junior’s veins; the stitching on Lady Amell’s neck coming apart beneath Hawke’s shaking hands; Anders and a dagger and an impossible choice.

Bianca.

The near-fatal blows of an eventful life.

Things better left buried under miles of repression.

Death by inches. Death by greed. Death by monstrosity.

Death by a broken heart.

He should be grateful, really. Most people don’t survive enough to know what it’s like to have your soul chipped away in bits and pieces and still stay standing. But what the hell does it say about him that he can just take this kind of shit in stride?

They’ve more than their share of the walking dead shambling about Haven, with glassy eyes and bleeding hearts. Innocents who never had to weather a storm this rough before, and aren't quite up to dealing with the cold.

Metaphorically and literally.

And there's so much damned cold.

The air is white and blurry, but the ground is depression brown, trampled ugly by the downtrodden, and who the hell else is anything but?

Not him, and certainly not ex-Knight Captain/Commander Rutherford, who just so happens to be crossing from the much lauded war room, back to the training field, as he does dozens of times a day. The ruff on his fancy new surcoat makes him look like he's hunched over, half-buckled from the weight of the world. Snow swirls around his ears.

“Curly,” Varric nods in greeting when Cullen gets close, and the Commander startles, but recovers quickly enough.

“Serrah Tethras.” He says stiffly, because Cullen is nothing if not needlessly rigid. And it's a whole other level of alarming that Cullen's Cullen-ness is honestly comforting in times such as these.

At least it's familiar, and Varric would pay good coin for familiar right about now.

Or maybe it's just that Cullen is about as unshakeable as they come — splintered apart and fused back together so many times that he's always bracing for the worst, which is apparently... bracing.

Go figure.

"How's Lefty?" Varric asks.

“Um… Lefty?”

Varric flutters his fingers, pantomiming a flare of magic from his palm. “Not my best work,” he concedes with a lopsided shrug. “But it’s been a tiring week.”

“That it has,” Cullen agrees bleakly. He looks old when he says it, though Varric isn't sure he can imagine Cullen as young.

(Hard to imagine Templars as boys — all smooth-cheeked and innocent, though Karras was probably a dick from the moment he was born. Cullen… well, Varric's never been sure. Too many dickish qualities, but his heart's in the right place, sometimes. Probably.)

(Once, for sure.)

He’s got one of those appallingly open faces, does Cullen. All stalwart cheekbones, and big vulnerable eyes, and that particular brand of Ferelden skin that telegraphs every shift in his emotion.

A wonder the man doesn’t grow a beard.

There’d be less… pink overall.

"Don't think I didn’t notice that you didn't answer my question, Curly."

"Um," Cullen runs a hand through his hair, melting snow flattening the curls. "The Herald is— She's…"

And oh, that's quite an increase of pink.

Foreshadowing?

Poor Curly.

"Portable?" Varric offers, grinning.

Cullen nearly chokes, which is damn satisfying even if it’s a little heartbreaking. “Coping,” he says firmly, and runs his hand through her hair. “As best as she can. Better than we could have expected, in truth. Cassandra thinks—” He pauses, clearly mulling over the spilling of Inquisition secrets to someone with no official rank or loyalty to the organization. But if there’s anyone in the world who needs a confidant — not a friend, surely, that's not a word for the pair of them, ever — it’s Cullen. “Cassandra thinks she’s ready to join us at council. Or, she thinks she ought to, at least.”

"Really?" Varric raises a brow, "I'm impressed by the sudden expansion in the Seeker's vocabulary. Usually she just says things like 'lie to me and I will kill you'." He clips the syllables at the ends like all good Navarran’s do.

"I'll have to tell Cassandra that your impression of her is improving."

"Ha!" Varric chuckles. "Your funeral, friend."

Shit. That slipped out.

Cullen blinks, and there's a noticeable beat in the conversation, as if they are both trying to regain their footing after a near tumble down the stairs.

The Commander recovers first.

"Cassandra thought I should ask.” Cullen rubs at the back of his neck, which is nearly as pink as the rest of him. “But perhaps it would be better if... you... asked her.” Cullen glances at him, and then swiftly away, still worrying at the back of his neck. “She likes you," he says almost apologetically. "She's… comfortable talking to you."

Varric makes a small sound of amusement. "Lefty’s not comfortable talking to anyone. But I'm sure she's noticed my easy-going nature, and general lack of authority."

Cullen frowns. "This reminds me of Kirkwall," he says after a moment, and sits.

"Doesn't look much like Kirkwall. Doesn't smell much like Kirkwall either. Plus it’s freezing. You sure you’re not trying to change the subject?” But his heart aches for what he lost, and he had been thinking much the same, so he asks: “What parts?"

Cullen squints as flurries of snow begin to drift down on them. "The fear."

Varric makes an agreeable sound. "I'd have gone with overrun with apostates, myself."

The easiness in Cullen's expression recedes momentarily, turning sharp and brittle. "Technically there aren't any apostates anymore. Besides, I’m not sure I’d describe Kirkwall as overrun with them,” he says with a stiff sort of offended professionalism. “But I understand the comparison.”

“That’s magnanimous of you.”

“So…” Cullen glances at him, and holds his hands out to the little firepit. “Will you ask her?”

“I suppose. Does this make me a Vice-Admiral of the Inquisition, or something?”

“No,” Cullen makes a sound that could almost be a laugh. Almost. “And I haven’t the authority to promote you, anyway. To any rank above Lieutenant. The council would have to approve by majority, and since Cassandra holds one of the votes…”

Varric shakes his head sadly. “A brilliant military career, squashed before it can even begin.”

Cullen raises his brows dubiously.

“I choose to interpret that look as flattery,” Varric grins. “And you’re welcome.”

“Er, thank you,” Cullen adds hastily. “For… your assistance in this matter. And for… well, thank you.” He inclines his head and rises, awkwardly brushing the snow off the seat of his pants.

"I don't like you much," Varric calls out to Cullen's retreating back.

The Commander pauses mid-stride, and shoots him a bemused look. "No one does. But I won’t hold it against you."

Varric watches the Commander trudge away. Thinking how this conversation was more than he talked to Cullen in the whole six years he knew him in the Gallows. Thinking how this conversation was almost pleasant.

What is the world coming to?

Everything changes.

Everything stays the same.

Cullen may have traded crimson for burgundy, and skirts for breeches and whatever the hell is slung across his shoulders, but Varric'll bet he's got the Sword and Flames tattooed on his skin somewhere appropriately masculine. And no matter what he thinks of the Order now, it takes more than a few months to break with a lifetime of indoctrination.

And if Haven isn’t overrun with apostates, it still has two more than any good Templar is willing to suffer.

And Cullen’s always been such a good Templar.

Still.

Varric remembers that he almost heard Cullen laugh.

Almost.

Read it from the beginning

#Journals of CSR #dragon age #dai #cullen rutherford #Varric Tethras #cullen x lavellan #But there is no lavellan in this chapter #Just the world's most unlikely bromance #also this story is not dead #despite my apparent best efforts #kauri's brain is crappy sometimes #but I love you guys

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crqstalite · 4 years ago

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after adamant.

ugly little fic that i wrote in the middle of the night a while ago and shared with a friend. post-adamant about my inquisitor trying to rationalize their losses at the fortress and in the fade. nothing’s capitalized, so if that annoys you, this isn’t the little fic for you.

chose not to use warnings? im not quite sure what to use here, so tread lightly.

dragon age inquisition.

she stays strong, after adamant it’s all everyone needs. she sees to the few wardens that had been at the keep, had offered inquisition aid. they thank her thousands of times over, as uneasy as they are.

their senior warden, alistair, won’t meet her eyes. deep brown orbs looking anywhere but at her, even with a smile on his face. he thanks her, quietly. bandages wrapped around his side, muttering that he’d need to get a letter out to the hero of ferelden — tabris.

she leaves him, offering to let leliana find her. to let leliana send the message and get it back to him as soon as possible. he agrees, numbly is when she swings a leg over the elk in the morning, sun peaking over the rise in the distance.

she knows that look that settles in his dark brown eyes, that look that cries it should’ve been me. but she’s sure he knows what he must do now, to lead the wardens properly against corypheus. she thanks him.

he doesn’t say it, but he does respond that hawke’s sacrifice would not be vain. that shatters a part of her, seals her lips all the way back to skyhold. thankfully, marzeyna is lucky enough no one else is in a talkative mood. but they will be, with questions, with reactions, maybe with thinly veiled anger.

she’s not sure if she’s lucky or simply being lied to when varric seems more despondent than furious with her. he simply responds there are letters to write, to bethany, to other friends she’d made in kirkwall. they’d been close. she bites her lip hard enough to draw iron laced blood to keep from crying.

he hugs her.

though he’s not mentioned, marzeyna doesn’t make the request to send a letter to the mage anders. though he will be left in the dark, surely varric would know how close they’d been. the way hawke spoke of him, with a wistful tone laced with uneasiness, she doesn’t want to look into his eyes and tell him she was the reason reyna hawke would not be coming home.

she makes her rounds. to cassandra, to blackwall, to dorian. then to the others who learning of it secondhand, to leliana, who’d been hurt over justinia. to sera, to bull, to vivienne, to solas, who was fascinated about her journey into the fade.

she doesn’t indulge him. any other day, she might’ve, but not today.

marzeyna has to put on a brave face when she’s nearly hit with what she assumes to be a lyrium kit when she visits cullen. to think she’d thought she’d get any miniscule amount of comfort from anyone after her return, she would’ve thought, just maybe, that it would be him. but no, her nerves are shot and she’s terrified and can’t think straight. she hasn’t slept since before adamant, doesn’t even want to think about dreaming in the fade. and yet, she’s able to give cullen the strength he needs to go on.

she wavers. her tiny form struggles to make it back to the war room after the moon has long risen in the sky. working, bent over the war table. they’d head out for the exalted plains in the morning. switch out her ground forces, get to work.

get her mind off the blonde woman that haunted her thoughts these days. piercing storm cloud eyes with dexterity over daggers that she’d never seen before. a determination to save mages from the templars that burned white hot within her, flames licking everyone she met.

her voice never wavering when she’d accepted her fate. a strong nod when she drew her daggers for the last time.

she shoves the knife meant for josephine’s diplomatic mission into the table deeper than she’d intended, grinding it into the table with a groan. her fire red hair falls into her face, her once tight ponytail loosening into a lump of curls at the base of her neck.

magic crackles at her fingertips, papers flying off the desk and fluttering to the floor. lelianna’s secrets, cassandra and solas’ requests, josephine’s agreements, cullen’s reports.

yanking off her gloves in front of the fire in her quarters, she grits her teeth when she can’t yank a swollen finger out of it’s respective sleeve. eyebrows knitting together in frustration, fire climbing her thoughts.

why hadn’t she been quicker? why hadn’t she forced them ahead with magic? she could’ve done something, done anything different. could’ve fade stepped them past the bastard. but no, she hadn’t done any of those things. she’d knowingly sent hawke to her death, not fought alongside her and alistair, but sent her away so she and alistair could get away.

the glove comes off, pain reverberating through her hand in waves. she kicks off her boots, the pair thumping away somewhere in the darkness.

she should be the one in the fade. running for her life, terrified in the darkness of the spiders she saw racing towards her. reliving nightmare after nightmare.

marzeyna was a mage. she could’ve handled it longer before she went mad. reyna was not, she was a young woman from kirkwall. a rogue no less. so stupid, marzeyna should’ve been the one to stay behind. from what little she understood of the tensions between varric and cassandra, hawke could’ve been the inquisitor. hell she probably was supposed to be. or alistair’s love, tabris.

both were older, wiser than she was. with only twenty five years on her, she wonders if some God with a sick sense of humor had decided it should be her. things had only gone wrong when she appeared in haven, half alive and delirious. justinia had died, the mage/templar conflict in the hinterlands that she couldn’t solve, alexius.

then they lost haven. and so many people. the smell of wood burning around her and screams of people being cut down by red templars. her advisors asking for orders, her mind spiraling in a thousand different directions.

she wonders if cullen saw the terrified look in her eyes when he’d spoken to her. saw her fumbling for answers, saw the little girl that had been given too much power, much too soon. had second thoughts about her being the so called herald of andraste. had wondered why he put his faith in her.

marzeyna lavellan. she was a mage. and a dalish elf. two of the most marginalized statuses you could have in thedas, and so many people still looked up to her. asked her what to do, trusted her not to lead them astray.

hawke had trusted her. marzeyna had promised her she’d get her out alive, had promised she’d get her back to bethany. to anders. that they could do this.

she yanks a box, some sort of box, maybe empty off the desk and throws it, chucks it into the wall just off the windows. it crashes, shattering into splinters of oak. then something else holding an ink quill, lighter, easier to throw. that too shatters, ceramic maybe. it’s satisfying almost, anger and regret and everything in between flooding her emotions like a tidal wave. they drown her, choking her when she screams like a caged animal, chucking another small box into the wall. raw magic dances at her fingertips and lights her ablaze, body glowing a gentle white as hot tears slide down her face in rivers.

justinia. maybe. she’s needed her and there was nothing she could do. she failed her.

every single person in haven believed in her. they needed her when corphyeus arrived with his forces.

hawke had believed in her. smiled at her. told her jokes. at first skeptical, as any non andrastian would be. but quickly had become her friend. her first real one that wasn’t asking her what was next all the time. someone she could go to when her advisors were too much that day.

her hands clench into fists in her hair, sobs heavy and heaving as she slides to the floor in a heap against one of the walls. now hawke was gone, and it was all her fault. just like it’d been before. another person who’d gotten killed because of her.

she’d tried to justify her decision. the wardens would need someone to lead them through this possible blight. tabris would need him when she got back with her research into the fake calling.

nothing answers when she thinks about hawke. she can’t justify her death. she was a good person, supported mages to a fault. didn’t seem the type to kick puppies. was friendly to everyone, had a sister, had a friend in varric.

then, why isn’t marzeyna dead?

she has nothing. clan lavellan maybe, but they’d surely replaced her by now, it wasn’t as if she was coming back now. it wasn’t like they were clambering to see her again. she’s a mage, she’s already being persecuted anyway. and it wasn’t as if what she’d started with cullen couldn’t be forgiven. it wasn’t anything serious, he could meet someone else.

sure, she was young. younger than most in the inquisition. but others still had most of their lives ahead of them. she had nothing. no future beyond what lie inside of skyhold.

hugging her knees, the pants legs begin to wet with the fat tears rolling down her cheeks. the anchor was the only thing that made her important, that kept people from actually wanting to get her killed. people put their lives on the line for her. and she couldn’t even return the favor.

her nails dig into her biceps, curling in on her herself as a draft whips into the room. a shiver after the fire chases it away.

then why is she still here? she’s nothing, no one.

and right now, she doesn’t want to be anyone. she doesn’t go to bed that night, reading reports until she can’t. staving off sleep to keep from drifting into the fade against her will. eyes blurring and burning when she dresses herself in the morning, she avoids varric’s gaze following her down the corridor to the war room. josephine follows, rattling off things she doesn’t understand. nobles. treaties. alliances.

lelianna and cullen join them a few minutes later. if they notice her hands shaking, they don’t say anything. a glimmer of concern in cullen’s eyes, josephine outright with the words on her lips, gently biting them back.

she should be dead, she chants when they arrive in the plains, i don’t even have a right to be alive. she should be here, and yet i handed the situation to her like the scared child i am.

it’s the beginning of many restless nights.

#marzeyna lavellan #oc #original character

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ooachilliaoo · 5 years ago

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Quarantine Reading material

I was tagged for this by the lovely and wonderful @rpgwarrior4824 – Thank you SO MUCH for the tag!

I’ll tag: @faith-less-one, @pip-n-flinx, @poweredbycoffeeandwine, @schizoid-freak, @natsora, @serioussamiam and @vorchagirl – No obligation of course, only if you want to! But you’re all brilliant so you should 😉

I um…write a lot of drabbles probably too many to list so here are some of my personal favourites/fluffy fun fics under the cut.

Dragon Age

A Visit to Stone Bear Hold

Evelyn decides that Cullen needs a break. She convinces him to visit Stone Bear Hold in the midst of one of their festivals.

She did not expect him to join in.

And she did not except him to look so damned desirable while he did it

The Descent

Evelyn hates the deeproads. She hates the smell, the musty air, the darkspawn and most of all she hates the fact that she hasn’t had a proper bath in weeks. Unbeknownst to her a visitor is on his way from Skyhold one who intends to whisk her away to a secluded lake.

Somehow when she returns to the abandoned thaig she’s not only cleaner but a great deal happier.

The Dance

Three new rules, she told herself, peeking out into Skyhold's main hall. There would be three new rules for the Inquisition.

One. No matter the advantage offered, they would never again invite the entire Orlesian court to Skyhold.

Two. Any future party held at Skyhold would involve many more pre-dinner drinks.

Three. She would be allowed to veto any fashion choice made for her.

Promises - (This one is a multi-chapter fic with many feels.)

He’d done all the right things. Taken the crown, married the wrong girl, but he’d never ever forgotten the promise he’d made to her, his real love. The promise that one day, when the time came, they’d face the calling together…

Now it’s time to fulfil that promise.

Mass Effect

The Arena

Shepard fights alone in the Armax Arsenal arena but sadly it seems the simulation can’t quite keep up with her.

Kaidan reckons he can fix that.

Playing Pool

The crew go to a games bar for Traynor’s birthday. Kaidan plays pool with her. Shepard ends up…distracted.

Collections

Kaidan and Shepard take a shopping trip on the Citadel. It was supposed to be purely business but Kaidan can’t resist buying a little something to add to his collection. The downside of is that Shepard now knows what it is he collects…oops?

Tough Kid - (This one is from Anderson’s POV and may be the best thing I’ve written? I’m told it’s painful though)

She proved she was tough the first time he met her, 16 years old and standing the wreckage of her home. The next time her saw her only confirmed it. Each time they came together she raised the bar on toughness up to and including saving the whole damn galaxy.

He’s proud of that kid, so proud

Waiting (BBC Merlin)

The prophecy said once and future, emphasis on the 'and future'. It’s the part Merlin clings too as he waits through the decades, the centuries, for Arthur to rise again. There are a few times he’s sure it’s going to happen, there are many when he wishes it had. But still he waits refusing to leave his master’s side.

Also there’s Time Effect – a Mass Effect Dr Who crossover I’m currently in the process of posting. This one is 5 chapters plus a stupendously painful epilogue – it’s all drafted I’m just dropping the chapters week by week 😊

The rest are on AO3 😊

#writer meme #thank you so much for the tag!#love seeing all these posts going around!#can't wait to get started reading #I had a hard time choosing fave fics #but i hope you all enjoy them if you want to read any

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in-arlathan · 5 years ago

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Elenara Lavellan

Elven rogue and archer, specialized as Artificer

Hunter of Clan Lavellan, Inquisitor and Comtesse of Kirkwall

Finally, I managed to update Elenara’s profile and biography. Yay me! I wanted to do this for the longest time. The first iteration of her biography was rather short and I have developed her character since then a lot more through little posts here on Tumblr and fanfiction. I didn’t even know how many head-canons I had for Elenara until I started writing this. This made it so much more fun (and challenging).

I hope you enjoy reading this, although I know this a big reference post for myself for the most part. If you wanna know more about my Lavvelan, you’ll more posts about her via her tag.

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PROFILE

Full name: Elenara Lavellan Race: Dalish elf Class: Rogue, archer Specialization: Artificer Nationality: Free Marches Religion: Elven gods

Biometrics

Age: 32 (in 9:41 Dragon) Eye color: Green Hair color: Blonde Height: 1,55 m / 5,1 feet Weight: 43 kg / 86 pounds Vallaslin: Dirthamen Scars: Two facial scars (left eye, left side of her jaw), one on the lower back (from an arrow), two on the abdomen (from stab wounds).

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CHARACTER TRAITS

Positive: Empathetic, patient, and open-minded. Negative: Too trusting, tends to avoid confrontations, prone to procrastination

Motivation and goals

Elenara is driven by the desire to understand–be it politics, history or people. She always looks for the why and goes out of her way to see the world from other people’s perspective. Her goal is to create a world in which the people of Thedas can learn to co-exist peacefully.

Strengths and weakness

Due to her empathetic traits, she is a good mediator and knows how to broker a deal between different parties. She can make everyone feel valued and appreciated and thus build strong alliances between parties that would otherwise be at odds with each other. This strength is also the source of her greatest weakness. Her trustworthiness and forgiveness can be exploited by different people. Oftentimes, Elenara will not know that she has been betrayed until it’s too late.

Special abilities

She is a hunter first and foremost, skilled with the bow as much as a blade. As a young woman, she would learn how to mend old armor and sow new clothing. Her talent with a needle became useful when patching up injured hunters in the absence of a healer or medical professional. She is used to closing her own wounds, even if they will leave a scar.

Dreams and aspirations

As a young girl, she would dream about going to visit the Grand Tourney. As she became older, she aspired to attending a university to further her studies and be up-to-par with human scholars.

Best friends and confidants

With the Lavellan clan: Deshanna, Erendir and Almaril With the Inquisition: Varric, Dorian and Cassandra

Likes, dislikes and other preferences

Loves roasted chestnuts

Likes to sleep in open fields

Enjoys being alone in the woods,

Can spend hours on end daydreaming

Despises human shoes, but has a nack for make-up. Lipstick, especially.

Red is her favourite color

Nicknames

While the faithful called her “Herald of Andraste”, she never took much liking to the title. She prefered the nicknames given to her by relatives and friends like Nara (used by members of her clan), Aunt Ell (by the children of her friend Erendir), as well as Inky or Boss. After the Exalted Council, Varric would start to call her “Comtesse”⎯an ironic reference to the informal title she owned thanks to him.

→ You’ll find her biography (plus screenshots) behind the cut.

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BIOGRAPHY

Early years

Born in 9:09 Dragon as the daughter of the former First Hunter of the Lavellan clan, Elenara learned how to provide for herself and her kin at a very early age and became a fairly skilled archer. With a gift for crafts and needlework, she would often create new clothing or armor of her fellow hunters and help their healers tend to the wounded.

After the death of her father in 9:22 Dragon, she became fascinated with the lore and history of Thedas. More often than not, she would wander away from the camp to search for old ruins, until the keeper decided to provide Elenara with books to study instead. From then onward, the young hunter would craft new clothing to sell in the various cities in the Free Marches to pay for her education.

When coming of age, she decided to have the vallaslin of Dirthamen, keeper of secrets, tattooed to her face, as she felt drawn to the past of her people and the secrets it might hold. At the age of 31, she was knowledgeable about history, politics and the culture of various nations, which made her the perfect candidate when it was time for the keeper to choose a clan member to witness the conclave at Haven.

Although she deeply cared for her clan, only a few members ever got close to Elenara after her father’s death. Her aunt Irileth, her father’s younger sister, took care of her but became estranged from her niece when Elenara had grown into a woman. From then on, Elenara spent most of her time with Erendir, a young hunter only three years older than her. She admired his kindness and practicality while he was fascinated with her curiosity. For a time, they maintained in intimate relationship, until Erendir asked her to be his wife and have children with him.

Joining the Inquisition

When she was asked to attend the Divine’s conclave in Haven, she was eager to go, but uncertain how she or her clan could benefit from the outcome of the mage-templar war. Using her knowledge of human society, she managed to blend in with the crowd at the Temple of Sacred Ashes.

Being a simple hunter beforehand, she was confused by the explosion at the conclave and its aftermath. When she saw the destruction the Breach caused in Haven, she agreed to help in the efforts to stop this madness. She was reluctant when it came to joining the Inquisition however. Being a firm believer in the elven pantheon, Elenara had no ties with the chantry. Being called “Herald of Andraste” felt like deception to her, and so she never actively claimed that title for herself. She ultimately agreed to help Cassandra, Leliana and Cullen to form the Inquisition to secure her own safety and play her part in closing the Breach.

Her biggest concern in the early days of the Inquisition was to save the refugees in the Hinterlands and other regions of Ferelden and protected them from rebel mages and rogue templars alike. Soon, she became known for her compassion and temperance among the Inquisition forces.

With her choice to side with the rebel mages at Redcliffe, Elenara gained a whole heap of enemies, but also new powerful allies.

Becoming Inquisitor

After the descruction of Haven, Elenara struggled with her new role as Inquisitor. Being a firm believer in the elven Creators, she never quite felt at ease with leading the armies of the faithful, and she kept her thoughts on the matter fairly secret. Although her confidants knew about her doubts, she played along with the diplomatic charade Leliana had set up. She knew all too well that this was the only way to stop Corypheus before he could cloak the world.

In the back of her head, she was trying to find a way to use her new power as leverage to help her people–the elves.

Wicked Eyes and Wicked Hearts

After ending the conflict in the Dales between the imperial forces and the so-called Freeman, it was time to prevent the assassination attempt on Empress Celene. Leliana, Josphine and Vivienne would teach Elenara in the rules of the Great Game in preparation, as well as dancing and ettiquette.

Upon arriving in Halamshiral, Elenara found herself in a state of true panic for the first time since she joined the Inquisition. Right there, in the heart of the Dales where her people once fought for their freedom, she came to realize that she was no longer studying history, but making it with her own hands. Being looked down upon from the Orlesian nobles didn’t do much to help her ease into the situation. She had no fondness for the great game of deception the Orlesians like to play, although she managed to find her way around the Winter Palace. It was painfully clear that there was more at stake than her own reputation. Not just for the Inquisition, but for the elves in general.

In the end, she managed to confront Florianne de Chalons in front of the imperial court, putting an end to her plan to kill the empress. Elenara also managed the reveal delicate details about Grand-Duke Gaspard’s plans to usurpe the throne, and Celene had her cousin executed in response. Elenara’s goal was to reconcile Celene with her former lover to give the elven rebel an edge in Orlesian politics, but the empress exiled Briala instead. Elenara had Leliana and her spies keep an eye out for Briala’s whereabouts since she, too, was interested in helping the elves of Thedas.

Relationship with Solas

As Inquisitor, Elenera used every chance she got to deepen her knowledge of the world. Naturally, she would gravitate towards Solas, who knew more about the history of the world than anyone else she had ever met. She was fascinated by his abilities as a dreamer and would often listen to the stories he had found during his exploration of the Fade. More than that, she saw in him what the elves might be: proud, confident, and respected. Soon, she found herself infatuated with him though keep this to herself until the Inquisition reached Skyhold.

Even after their first kiss in the Fade, Elenara tried to keep her feelings for him fairly secret, meeting with Solas in private whenever possible. Afraid to admit that she had fallen in love with him, she tried to keep up the illusion of them being close friends in front of her companions. An endeavour that was destined to fail, as Varric and Dorian soon discovered the truth about the couple. And yet, Elenara stalled and put of saying “I love you” as long as possible – until one night by a lake near Crestwood.

More on her relationship with Solas here:

OTP Questions #1

OTP Questions #2

Death of the Lavellan clan

Shortly after the events at the Winter Palace, a messenger arrived with a terrible message. Bandits had attacked and killed the Lavellan clan. Any help from the Inquisition came too late.

After the death of her clan, Elenara was so devastated that she practically avoided any mention of them. She felt miserable and ashamed to have not been there to fight among them, and wouldn’t let Solas or any of her other companions comfort her. That was, until a few survivors arrived in the Frostback mountains. Among them were Erendir and his wife Almaril.

Happy to have them back in her life, Elenara offered them a place at Skyhold, but they refused. Almaril hated Elenara for joining the Inquisition while the clan had needed her, although she knew her friend had good reasons to stay in Haven. The bigger problem was Erendir, however. Although he had ended the relationship with Elenara at his own volition and went on to have children with Almaril, he didn’t fail to notice the attachment his former lover felt for Solas. Erendir had loved Elenara deeply and still regretted ending things between them, because she refused to have children with him. Seeing her with Solas, who was a better match for her than Erendir had ever been, made it even worse.

One night, he confronted Solas to learn more about the apostate‘s feelings for Elenara, eventually bragging about his shared past with her. Despite being tempted to teach the other elf a lesson, Solas left Erendir where he stood, determined to never speak of the matter again. When Elenara got wind of this, she felt betrayed and asked Erendir and Almaril to leave Skyhold. She made sure, however, that the Inquisition provided for them and the other surviving clan members before they parted ways.

Here Lies The Abyss & The Temple of Mythal

After the remaining members of the Lavellan clan left Skyhold, the Inquisition armies marched for Adamant Fortress. Interrupting the ritual with which the Grey Wardens would have summoned a demon army, Elenara and her party were attacked by Corphyeus’s lyrium dragon. Opening a rift, she managed to safe Warden Strout, Hawke and herself, as well as Solas, Cassandra and Dorian who had accompanied her on the mission.

After retrieving her memories and defeating the Nightmare, Elenara pressed on to stop Corypheus as soon as possible. After freeing Emprise the Lion from the red templars, she order a coordinated attack on the enemy troups in the Arbor Wilds.

Once again, she was accompanied by Solas, Cassandra, and Dorian as she entered the Temple of Mythal. Under differenty circumstances, finding the temple would be a life-long wish of hers fulfilled. Tempted to stay and study the ancient relief in the temple to learn as much about the past of her people, only the immediate danger of Corypheus taking the power of the Well of Sorrows let her press on.

Elenara sided with the Sentinels to bring down the red templars that attacked the ancient temple. Afraid of the power of the Well and what might do it with her, Elenara decided to let Morrigan drink from the waters and be bound to Mythal’s will.

When she ventured deeper into the Arbor Wilds to find the altar of the Mythal, Elenara had already begun to suspect that something was wrong. Until then, her belief in the elven gods had been unfaltering, but knowing that the All-Mother still lived and had chosen to ignore the plight of her people made her question their authority. Had she been unsure if she could continue her life as a Dalish elf and came to except that she had to become some else entirely.

The Vallaslin Removal

When Solas told her about the true meaning of the vallaslin, Elenara was deeply hurt. Though she had taken some pride in being Dalish and loved her people for trying to preserve elven history, she was disappointed by the elven Creators by this point that she wanted to leave her past and devotion for them behind. Therefore, she allowed Solas to take the vallaslin from her.

The Battle With Corypheus And After

Rattled by the events at the Temple of Mythal and the break-up with Solas, Elenara dove head first into the final confrontation with Corypheus, not hesitating to face the Tevinter magister in the Valley of Sacred Ashes. Fully prepared to die in battle, she fights her nemesis with brute force. When she finally obtained the orb from Corypheus’s hands, she banished the magister to the Fade without batting an eyelide. It was the first time, she came into contact with her darker side and gave in to her own lust for revenge.

After the battle and Solas disappearance, she began to feel exhausted, drained from the struggles. Slowly, she descended into a state of depression. Not only had she lost her clan, but also her home, her faith in the Creators and her identity, as well as the man she had come to love. Knowing all to well that it would be best for her to move on and find new purpose in live, she clung to her former life and couldn’t stop loving Solas. To distract herself, she took on the mission of finding the resting place of Inquistor Ameridan and was eager to help out with the earthquakes in the Deep Roads. Until...

The Exalted Council and the Qunari Invasion

Two years after the destruction of Haven, Cassandra, now known as Divine Victoria, called for an Exalted Council in Halamshiral. Returning to the city in which she had fought so hard to gain the respect of the Orlesian nobles – and humans in general – Elenara final came to the conclusion that in it was time to move on. She had felt lost for too long know and it was taking a toll on her. So, when the time came to meet with the ambassadors of Ferelden and Orlais, she fully expected the negotiations to result the the disbanding of the Inquisition.

And yet, when a qunari corpse was found in the middle of the Winter Palace, she felt that sense of purpse again. Dealing with the threat that the qunari posed gave her something to do, something she was actually good at. Even when the anchor was beginning to effect her health, she kept on going, determined to make herself useful again.

What she didn’t expect was to find out that Fen’Harel, the Dread Wolf, was orchestrating the events from behind the scenes. With what she had learned about Mythal, Elenara was willing to believe that Fen’Harel was a living and breathing entity, too. When she learned that Solas was the trickster god she learned to fear as a child, her world was shattered once again. Not even once did she consider joining him, for she had fought to hard to protect the world as she knew it. Even without a purpose and without a new identity that transcended her role as Inquisitor, she knew she could not let Solas go forth with his plans, no matter how much she still loved him.

After the Exalted Council

Learning that the Inquisition has been compromised by qunari spies and Fen’Harel’s agents, she executed her initial plan of disbanding the entire organization as soon as she and her party returned to the Winter Palace.

With the Inquisition gone, Elenara found herself free to go wherever she wanted. Now holding the title “Countess” in Kirkwall, she returned to the Free Marches and tried to settle in to her new estate in Hightown while corresponding with Cassandra, Dorian, Cullen and Leliana to coordinate the activities to counter Solas’s plan. She felt confident working from underground and plotting to redeem her former lover.

Six months after the painful revelation of Solas being Fen’Harel and Elenera’s fruitless attempts to learn more about her lovers whereabouts, she called in a few favors and went to Val Royeaux to attend the University of Orlais–one of the first elves to ever do so. The university gave her access to ancient documents with which she planned to further her studies on Fen’Harel, while her presence allowed elves to pursue an academic career more openly. Elenara fought for their rights for higher education, using her reputation as Inquisitor and “Herald of Andraste” as well as her acquaintance with Professor Kenric as leverage.

And there she remains, until she finds a way to change the Dread Wolf’s heart or counter his plan to destroy the world.

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your-shield-of-love · 5 years ago

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So I've made some comments Kalle says and scenarios she's in, written down. Thought I'd share with you x3 Honestly I could go on about Dragon Age or my OC's all day. I would also like to see any of your OC's etc ^^ <3

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Kalle is smuggled into Skyhold by Hawke, wanting to surprise Leliana. They have a bet going on how long it will take for Leliana and her spies to notice someone new among the Skyhold ranks. Hawke thinks Kalle will be found out in under 24 hours, while Kalle believes Leliana wouldn't reveal she's found her for an entire week.

Kalle decides to act as a new Inquisition scout and so Hawke comes up with a plan. Tell Harding about it.

"Hey there, Scout Harding!" Hawke approaches with their normal swagger and wave, "I wanted to talk."

Harding turns to Hawke, "Uh oh. I'm not in trouble am I?" Her tone half joking.

"Not at all! Not at all... Just need something done, only you can do." Hawke whispers.

"Right. Barracks?" Harding points up the stairs behind her, leading to a currently spot. She also eyed up the unknown scout standing behind Hawke. Hawke smiles thinking, wow she catches on quick.

"So, what's going on, Champion?" Harding asks, fidgeting with her hands.

Hawke squats, part of her armour touching the ground beneath her. "I've got a friend here. Real important to me. She needs protection and somewhere safe to hide. Which is here." Hawke says quickly but quietly, "Also two things. She can't be seen by the Spymaster or the Commander."

Kalle waves, acting the quiet, nervous type. Harding looks her up and down, eyebrow raised.

Hawke stands, their legs getting sore from squatting. "We've got a bet you see. To see how long it'll take for Kalle's identity to be found out."

"Kalle?" Harding blinks a few times, crossing her arms in thought. "Kalle, Kalle, Kal-" She looks up quickly, her mouth opening before she quickly closes it.

"Nice to meet you, Harding." Kalle grins, "I'll be in your care."

Harding blinks before nodding eagerly, "A bet to surprise the Mrs?" She teases, "It won't last long, Leliana catches on pretty quickly."

Kalle blushes and scratches the side of her cheek out of embarrassment, "I've never been under cover around people who could easily recognise me. It'll be fun!" She grins and stands by Harding's side.

"See ya when you're caught." Hawke simply waves, walking off with their hips swinging side to side.

Harding starts walking down the stairs, Kalle following. "I want in on the bet."

"Ohhh," Kalle laughs, "Sure. What will you bet?"

"What have you and the Champion bet?"

Kalle pulls on her hood, "Hawke says I'll be discovered in under 24 hours. I bet Leliana will discover me in under a week."

Harding hums for a moment, thinking on what she should bet. "I'm going to bet that the Commander will catch on. After Haven he is often wandering about, with scouts and officers following."

Kalle pauses, thinking about how hilarious it would be if Cullen discovered her. Though it would be equally awkward, as the two hadn't spoke in person since the blight. "Hmmm do you think I could talk to Cassandra? To her face? Not right now but with a report or something?"

"She'd probably recognise you. She did look for you since Kirkwall fell apart..." Harding stood at her usual spot in front of the Tavern.

Kalle hums in thought, "If I can play my cards right, I might be able to get her to not recognise me, but also get her to smile." Kalle bites her lip in her excitement. She always loved challenging herself.

"You don't seem like the type to enjoy best, but there you have it." Harding smiles, "I'd like to see the result, though it's not too hard to make her smile. The Inquisitor has a good nack for it."

"Blame Hawke," Kalle starightens her uniform out. "They got me into challenges and all sorts when we met."

Harding told Kalle not to go near the Tavern, someone would most likely notice her there and to definitely not approach the stables where Blackwall, their Grey Warden was. Which was odd, Kalle hadn't sensed another Warden nearby but shrugged it off. Every Warden had their own odd symptoms of the blight, maybe his was that no one can sense him.

She mostly patrolled, got to know other recruits or kept watch on anything approaching Skyhold. It was always just people approaching, not enemies or anyone to really worry about. Harding approached her in the evening with a report for Josephine and told her she could try talk to Cassandra now. Harding now had the time to watch whatever conversation was going on. She also told Kalle that Hawke seemed antsy, fidgety even. Harding had spotted Hawke trying to calm their fidgeting, either finding out about Kalle being here and joining the bet or just joining the bet.

Kalle swiftly passed a lot of people, staying out of the way and near the walls. She even passed the Commander, who was to busy making orders and receiving reports to spot just another scout. She had worked alongside a scout named Jim, who was a nice but mischievous guy. He seemed to catch on that Kalle was up to something not menacing. Kalle waved him off saying, 'my friends have got a bet going on, I'm just trying to make it last.'

Entering Josephine's office, Kalle stood by the door. Time for the noob scout act. "Uh, Lady Montilyet?" Kalle put on her nervous voice.

"Yes?" The lady raised her head, "Oh, if you could place your report here on my desk, that would be nice." She looked back down to the letter she was writing. Kalle scurried over, placing the letter gently on her desk, acting as though placing it normally would disturb the woman. She turned to leave when Josephine says, "You are new, correct? Did you have to travel far to get here?"

Kalle turns back to her, a shy smile on her face. Playing the game was hard for Kalle, especially with masks. "Very far, Ma'am. I am.. still adjusting to everything." Josephine stared, Kalle continued with, "I meant as -well as an Elf. I'm not treated like an elf, I'm treated like an equal." Kalle puts on a sad but happy smile, "It makes me happy."

Josephine smiles, waving her quill side to side, "I am glad. It is good to her the Inquisition scouts are well behaved. Now, I must return to my work."

Kalle bows slightly, "Good luck, Ma'am." Before leaving. Kalle decides she thinks Josephine is sweet and has either caught on that she's not who Kalle says she is or genuinely fell for her act. She thinks it's the first one. Leliana always talks about how Jose' plays the game well. "Better wrap things up." She heads down the steps of the main building and towards Cassandra. Harding grins from the Barracks above Cassandra.

Cassandra was focused on the swing of her sword as she hit the dummy, thinking of the vital points to hit someone. In the back of her mind she wondered if she could make time later to read Sword and Shield. A feeling of being watched came over Cassandra an before she could respond to it,

"Hello, Lady Pentaghast?" A scout asked, her blue eyes slightly glowing as it began to grow dark now. She was an elf, their eyes reflective like a cats.

Cassandra lowered her sword, turning to the scout. There was something about this scout.. "Yes? What is it that you want?"

The elf swinging softly, side to side. "I uh- wanted to say hi." They shyly whispered, looking down.

Cassandra stared, "well you have said it. Is that all you wanted? Are you not busy?" She almost hisses in response but can tell the girl is nervous.

She looks back up, surprise in her features, "No! I- I just... I wanted to ask something." A blush rising in her cheeks, Cassandra confused on what was happening.

"Go on, scout." Cassandra stood, putting her sword in its hilt before crossing her arms.

"Is it good?" The elf asked.

Cassandra's eyebrows raise, "Is *what* good?"

"S-sword and shields!" The elf says confidently, quickly covering her face. "My friends all talk about it, and earlier when I was on duty at the barracks, I spotted you reading it... my friends all laugh when I try to ask them about it."

Cassandra drops her arms and marches toward the scout staring her down. Before she can get a word in, the scout replies.

"T-the only reason I'm asking i-is because my friends are all immature about literature *like that* and- and they compare me to daisy from the Champions book and I have no one to talk to about this. I don't know *how* to talk about this." The scout quickly said, panic in their voice and seeming to get teary, making Cassandra's embarrassment go down somewhat. This scout seemed young, if not immature herself asking someone of the Inquisitor's inner circle this. Thinking back on the tales Varric told, this scout did remind her of 'Daisy'.

Cassandra sighs, gripping the scouts shoulders very firmly and staring down at her. She swore she could recognise her. "I... understand. However I must insist that you do not simply... Just don't approach your higher ups like this. If you wish to read those books, then you just to get it. If you don't like it, donate to the library. If you do, keep it." She says coldly, noticing the small sad frown on the scouts face made her continue, "I also know the pain of having friends that will tease you mercilessly about the literature you take in." Cassandra scowls even more so, the opposite effect of what Kalle was looking for. She steps back from Kalle and hopes the young and naive scout learns from this.

The elf smiles softly, "I- ... yes I understand. I am sorry for interrupting your training and am thankful for your advice." She rubs the back of her hood, the helm shuffling slightly.

A silence fell between the two, Cassandra letting the scouts shoulder go, "I know I am of no importance but, having someone that sees me and not some naive, innocent elf that needs protecting is nice. A kick in the ass is good for me once in a while, is all I'm trying to say." She stumbles over her words, Cassandra remembering a time before joining the Seekers where she was also naive and learning boundaries and such.

"Well," Cassandra starts, "I do hope you won't always come to me for a kick in the ass. I hope your scouting will do that for you." Cassandra's scowl lessens. "Though you are free to sit with me to read if you must." Perhaps having someone to talk to about the series could do Cassandra some good too.

The elf grins, her hands not fidgeting anymore. "Me too and I'll do that, obviously if it's a bad time for you, please let me know and I'll leave." She nods eagerly, "I wouldn't want to disturb you!"

Cassandra shakes her head at the elf for mumbling and continuing a conversation unnecessarily. "Well, you have something to do I believe? I must return to-" Before Cassandra can finish her sentence, the elf reached out her hand and shot out ice above Cassandra's head. Cassandra whips towards where the ice headed, the large shards gripping onto the side of the barracks, holding something within. The elf marches past her, a serious look in her eyes and she undoes her ice magic, the object falling into her hand. She stares at whatever landed in her hand and she looks up, Cassanda also looking towards the barracks.

"It's just food." The elf turns to Cassandra, showing her a sweetroll that was now blown apart from the ice. "I'm sorry for overreacting."

Cassandra stared deeply towards the elf, a mage, and said, "You can control your magic without a staff?"

The elf pauses, staring back at her and not looking away. The shy demeanor from earlier gone. "Yes. Though it took me a long time to train that skill, I hope I haven't upset you."

"Not at all. You have nice reflexes." Cassandra inwardly shrugged off the fact that this elf was a mage, Cassandra worked side by side with mages and could now tell when they were aiming their attacks at her. "I never caught your name."

The corner of the scouts mouth rise, a grin slowly growing, "Call me Sabrae. It's my surname, I prefer it from my first." She explains, holding out her hand. Cassandra takes it and does a single firm shake before dropping her hand.

"Well, good talk Scout Sabrae." Cassandra was unsure of what else to say, the elf waved and walked by her once again, before she could leave however, Cassandra had once last thing to say. "Have we met before?"

Scout Sabrae stopped, swirled around and stood straight. "You probably don't recognise me. We've not spoke before, maybe been in the same room once but... I wanted to talk to you about this, because you saved a dear friend of mines life. It's actually why I joined the Inquisition in the first place." She smiled with a sad look in her eyes, "To also help those who need help and to thank you, personally."

Cassandra smiled slightly, "Well you - and your friend - are welcome. Next time when you want to talk to a higher up, start with that *first*."

The scout let out a snake like laugh, "Will do!" She waved and walked past the tavern.

"I can't believe it." Harding said, approaching Kalle. "You made her smile and - what was with that conversation?!"

Kalle smirks, "I'm not the best at approaching scenarios when acting like someone I'm not. But I do so with no script and literally pull it out of my ass. I got her to smile though, my extra challenge is complete."

Harding shook her head, "The sweetroll was Hawke's idea."

"Hey!" Hawke approached with Varric beside them, "It worked didn't it? Helped you both talk longer."

Kalle smirked, feeling her dimples were showing. "True. Hey Varric." The two had met for a small amount of time, and had sent letters to each before.

"Kalle, good to see you. You look good with the uniform on." Varric patted Kalle's arm.

"Good, cause I'll hopefully be staying in it for another few hours." Kalle laughs softly, "I should go. It'll look suspicious if I keep talking to the Inquisitor's companions." She quickly turns to leave when Hawke pulls on her arm.

Hawke stared with a mischievous glint in her eyes, "Varric wants in on the bet." Hawke pretends to be messing with Kalle's uniform, "He bets the Seeker will catch on after Leliana, then Jose' but before Curly."

Kalle laughs softly, "An odd bet but fuck it, sure. I thought you'd bet on the Iron Bull or his chargers finding out, though they are in the Tavern a whole lot."

She was on a night shift, marching the Barracks on lookout duty. The whole of Skyhold was on edge since Haven was destroyed only four days ago. Kalle breathed in the cold, night air. If she didn't naturally feel warm all the time, she wouldn't be so relaxed. She looked up at the stars and remembered when she was in the circle growing up, always surrounded by Templars and only seeing the night sky from within the tower. Sure they could walk the grounds outside with permission but that happened less after Anders had escaped.

"... Where is that- Ah, scout!" Cullens voice called out, Kalle inwardly panicked, her body growing tense. How was she going to handle this?! He approached quickly, when she realised how to play this. She sniffs, and rubs her eyes.

"Y-yes, Commander?" She was always good at voice interpretations and decided to pull an accent based on the Free Marches.

He didn't say anything but still approached, stopping an arms length from her. "Is something the matter?" He asked, a slight worry in his voice but still distant sounding.

"I-I apologise.. It... A friend of mine, died at Haven ser. I was just.. lost in their memory, I suppose." She stared deeply into the night sky, avoiding looking at him. "Commander, I can still listen but you do not wish to see a crying, glowing elven eyes. It is an odd thing to see." She inwardly kicked herself for using such a horrible lie but it was the only convincing one she could think of.

Cullen paused, Kalle felt the panic within her rise. "I understand... Take your time. I simply wanted the report of the new recruits we received today."

"Ah," Kalle smirks, not as stiff since she knew he wouldn't be able to see her face. "I believe Scout Jim has it. He's the scoutiest of us all. Apart from Harding, obviously."

"Thank you," he said, his voice gentle. Kalle remembered that voice, he often spoke it to those at the circle that showed him kindness, apart from her. He was all stutter then. Kalle noted that was a funny comment, but luckily didn't laugh or scoff out loud. "What's your name, Scout?"

Kalle's real surname is Surana, or used to be. It was the Surname her Mum had, but her Mum had died when she was a toddler, so sadly she never met her but she did meet with her Birth Dad after the blight was defeated. She had brought Valor, her dog, Leliana and Alistair then. She still writes letters to her Dad, and although they aren't too close. She stills thinks of him as family. She shook her head for getting lost in thought, she let out a small 'brrr' noise. "Sorry, sir. The names Sabrae."

"Well, Scout Sabrae. You can switch with a peer if you feel the need to. Keep up the hard work." He left, Kalle watching him leave, smiles. "Working hard as ever, I see." She smirks, he turns around, she turns away quickly. *Please don't have seen my face. Please!* She peeked her eyes our from the corner of her hood, he had continued walking. "Thank fuck."

By the end of her shift, she had began feeling tired and was thankful she'd have a cot to sleep in. Hopefully she could finally have some decent sleep, which would be difficult since her and every other Warden was hearing the Calling. She looked around the room, all the cots with other female scouts either getting to sleep or waking up. An inner panic set in her, realising it was like she was back in the circle. She stood at the foot if her bed, leaning against the bed post, with her eyes tightly closed.

The door burst open, every scout jumping, waking up, some mumbling in their sleep or grabbing their weapon before putting them back down. "I'm looking for Scout Sabrae?" Harding called out, Kalle's panic was ending, still had a bit to go. She meekly raised her arms, hearing the dwarf approaching.

"Come with me, scout." Harding gently said, holding the small of Kalle's back and softly pushing her along. Harding took her to Hawke's room, "Hawke informed me that you have *trouble* sleeping at night. They offered to let you stay with them, Varric also offered."

"Thanks," Kalle said tiredly, "You snapped me out of my Panic attack."

Harding patted her back softly, "Those are the worst. A lot of circle mages are the same, you know. Though I'm sure it's different for you..." Harding rubbed her back gently.

"Thanks. Good to hear. Which bedrooms nearest?" Kalle said quickly, just wanting to sleep.

"Varric's, though it's near the Inquisitor's inner circles quarters." Harding explained.

"I don't care. Just...I need rest." Kalle mumbled, taking a breath and stretching. "I'm ready to go." She said after realising Harding had waited. She led Kalle to Varric's quarters, where Hawke was, sitting on Varric's bed, rubbing their hair furiously. Upon seeing Kalle enter the room, stood up, marched over and practically threw Kalle into the small cot.

Kalle would've said something but already felt herself falling into the softness of the blankets.

"Oi, Kalle. Kalle!" She was shook awake. Rolling to her other side and seeing Varric staring down at her, she raised her eyebrow saying 'what?'. "You were speaking Darkspawn." Kalle sighed, "It wasn't Cor-"

"No, it wasn't. Sorry, Varric." She sat up, realising she slept in her uniform. Minus the helmet. "Hope I didn't disturb your writing."

Varric rubbed his head before sitting at his desk. "A little, but I needed a break anyway." By the look of the sun, it was lunchtime and Kalle's stomach started grumbling for food. Varric chucked her some sweetrolls, Kalle grinned before eating them all.

Kalle stands, stretching her whole body and rubbing her eyes. She puts her helm on. "Made my entrance to Skyhold more entertaining. Or serious and brooding, people love the sad, brooding Warden."

Varric scribbled something saying, "Already have our broody Warden. A mischievous, nosy but soft hearted Warden? Even better."

Kalle smiles softly, "Thanks, Varric." She gives him a hug, "I need to eat, so I'm off to the tavern. It'll prove a nice challenge of not being noticed."

Just before she leaves, Varric says, "Alright, Cuddles." Kalle smiles, she really likes her nickname.

She had managed to head into the tavern and decided to sit on the third floor, after getting her food of course. She sat at the banister, looking down the tavern and swinging her legs back and forth, over the edge of the gap.

"Watching, wanting. To be a piece but not the picture. Reaching to connect, letting go, getting pulled to the picture. Songs are enough."

Kalle whips to her left, a man with a big hat, kicking his legs with her. She blinks, pausing for a moment. "You're good at reading." She grins, passing him some food.

He looked back, holding the food gently. "Knowing words. A breathe of fresh air. I-" he pauses, "I like my hat too."

Kalle smiles, "Your Cole, right?"

The man turns staring, "You know and remember?"

"Do you remember Wynne and Shale?"

"Yes." Cole replies.

"Well, since I read about you, I have forgotten you now and then. But it's the same for everyone I've met. I have to forgot some at times to remember others. It helps." Kalle looks down. "Leliana wrote about you sometimes. I want to help you help everyone else. That would help me."

Cole says, "A shout, 'not true!' Reaching for air while falling through waves. A break of air is needed but breathing burns if I don't swim."

Kalle swallows and sighs softly, "Guess I can't hide my feelings from you, or myself. I hope I didn't lose the bet." She turns to Cole, "Can you help me? I'm... a lot of things. Could use a friend." She spoke honestly to him.

"A friend. Someone to relax around. Just a book with no title. You're not just a book! Words that hum and fly, love that comforts even within the dark. Family that passes by blood." Cole compliments, passing back the food.

Kalle eats it, not sure how to respond. "Thank you, Cole." She bumps her head against his shoulder. He leans on her head.

"Thank you, Kalle." With Cole's words she welled up. This guy, she had heard of since the blight ended. She forgot him many times, never meeting him would do that but remembered him when she remembered what she wanted to do in life. "Remembering helps." Cole mumbled, seeming to think on the inner voice from Kalle.

Since she spoke with Cole, he followed her around, sometimes from afar, sometimes right beside her. Kalle smiled to herself, finding it cute, like her Valor followed her around. He was busy protecting her home but oh she missed him. "I like Valor. He's a good one." Cole says, making Kalle giggle.

"He's the goodest, cutest Mabari ever." Kalle smiles to herself, walking along the barracks, Cole following after her. He sometimes spoke others feelings and thoughts out loud, Kalle told him he can help them and she can wait. But he didn't leave her side.

It was obvious Hawke had lost the bet now, it had been 24 hours and Kalle giggled as she saw them furiously beating up a dummy. Cassandra fighting the one farthest from Hawke. "Hah, finally." Kalle breathes, "Hawke never knows when to let out steam." She told Cole, though he probably already knew.

Before Cole could say anything, Kalle spotted Cullen approaching from his office, he seemed to looking for someone. Kalle stared outward from Skyhold admiring the snowy mountains and just as Cullen walked by her,

"Words sting. Friends broken, circle broken, trapping circle, the rain reminds it was real." Cullen let's out a shaken breath, "Here to help but their kind burned, broke others. Used his weakness, used her to break him. It didn't, a tear instead. A feeding tear." Cullen whipped around to Cole, sorrow and anger on his features. "You didn't break her. She didn't tear. She holds the tears, keeps them close. Never forgets. Can't forget her home, her family, her people. Carries them along with every other person that she reached and those she didn't. Swims with tears, they can drown her but remembers to breath air."

Kalle before realising it, had began crying and had whimpered out loud. She would pretend to not hear Cole, but he was helping. Both her and Cullen. Kalle had been leaning on the stone of Skyhold to balance. She pushed against them, turning to Cole and gripped his hand. 'To help someone you can't always speak their feelings, instead of saying his feelings, why don't you try talking with him?'

"Scout, why are you with.." Cullen breathed, "Don't read into me. And out loud..." He turned, probably needing to think.

Cole looks back to Kalle, she hadn't turned her face towards Cullen so he hadn't seen her. Cole let her hand go and followed after the Commander, Kalle sighs loudly against Skyhold. "Shit, that was close." She said out loud once Cole entered Cullen's office. She decided she needed a much needed break, headed to the library where she found a volume of Sword and Shield and decided she would sit near Hawke, who was near Cassandra.

Hawke sat at the foot of the dummy, taking a break and chatting to Cassandra. Noticing Kalle approaching, they rummage into their pouch and brought out a smaller pouch, throwing it towards Kalle, who quickly caught it. "Ah, Scout Sabrae." Cassandra greeted her, spotting the book in her hand and eyeing Hawke, then Kalle and Hawke again.

"Don't worry," Kalle mumbled, tiredly, sitting at the bench nearby. "Hawke has met me before." She opens the book and begins reading.

"Why am I not surprised? Practically everyone has met Hawke." Cassandra grumbles.

Hawke speaks up, "You're starting at volume 2? That ones the dullest one out of the series."

"Not true!" Cassandra gasps, not meaning to respond so quickly. "Wait, starting? ... You haven't read the first?" She pauses, thinking before saying, "How close are you that Hawke knows what books you haven't read??"

Kalle scratches her nose, "We've uh... known eachother since Kirkwall."

Hawke laughs, "*She's* the reason, you couldn't find me and the others!"

Kalle whips around facing Hawke and looking at her with an angry frown, her eye glaring before hesitantly looking to Cassandra, "Just who *are* you?!" She quickly marches to her, making Kalle jump up and sprint. She can hear Hawke laughing and following along, Cassandra chasing. Kalle in a panic, sprints into the Tavern, having everyone look at her. She sprints past The Iron Bull, who eye her up as she runs up the stairs. "Catch that scout!!!" Cassandra roars.

Hawke crackles hysterically, "No, no, don't stop this!!"

Kalle spots a blonde with her fringe cut oddly poke her head out from the corner and decides to sprint into her room. Kalle slams the door behind her, having pushed the blonde into the room. The woman quickly jumps up about to stab her with a dagger, Kalle quickly uses her helmet to hit it out her hand, "I'm the hero of Fereldan and I'm on the run!" She whispers at the woman, before leaping out and onto the roof. The woman pauses, then snorts in laughter, joining her on the roof and grabbing Kalle's wrist before leaping off the roof. Just as the door had burst open, Cassandra screaming from the room, "Sera!!" She clambers onto the roof while Sera drags Kalle towards the opposite side of Skyhold.

"Friggin can't believe, the mighty blue Griffin!" She giggles hysterically, running past the newly set up merchants, up the stairs and through doors that lead to the kitchens. She steals an apple and takes a bite out of it, Kalle also doing so and kinda enjoying the lighthearted chaos.

"Name's Kalle!" She says quickly, as the elf woman let's her hand go and into a basement area of skyhold. "You must be Sera!"

Sera giggles in response as she leads Kalle across the room and runs up more stairs. "You're a runner, love it! People'll be happy to see a big uppity run. Good for Cassandra too!"

Kalle wasn't sure if Cassandra was still following, deciding to remove her helmet, it clanging down the steps and says, "A bird crumb! I hope she's still chasing, I needed this." Sera laughs hysterically, Kalle laughing with her. What a great way to meet someone.

Upon entering a small room between two doors, Sera bursts open the one on the right, running through with Kalle following. They run through the open area, a few people in the room and Varric spots them. "Not sure how much longer you'll be able to run, everyone's on alert now!" Varric tells them, waving off some people about to chase after. Sera bursts into an open room, where a bald elf stands at his desk, quickly eyeing Sera as she sprints past. He looks to the elf chasing after her, recognising her. "What in the name of-"

"Sorry to disturb! I'll apologise properly later!!" They run up the stairs on the left, to the library, Kalle quickly stuffing her book into one of the shelves and pulls up her loose hood. A snazzy man looks up from his book and stares, before Kalle can say anything however Sera screams,

"I'm running with the Hero of Fereldan!!! Hahahahah!"

Kalle shakes her head in laughter as she catches up, following Sera back outside and towards Cullen's office. Hearing a few, 'there they are! Get em!' Kalle also notices Iron Bull and his group watching, also spotting Hawke pointing and laughing. They burst into Cullen's office, Cole sitting on the floor beside his desk and Cullen looks up from the reports. "Sera? What-" He stops as he recognises Kalle's face and he drops his papers.

"Sera, keep running!" Kalle pats her shoulder, "Can I hide under your desk?" She turns to Cullen, probably a cruel way to meet him again but she was on an adrenaline high that was quickly coming down. "Please?" He steps back with a confused nod, his mouth agape. She shuffles under his desk, holding her knees to her chest, Cole squeezing in beside her. She also reaches out for papers near her, as Cullen grabs the ones closer to him. His feet are shuffling and she pokes the papers into his knees. He quickly takes them with a small 'Thank you'.

Hearing Sera running through the door on the right, probably towards the inn and then the front door opens. Cullen stepping closer to the desk and Kalle leaning into Cole, trying to stop her laughter. Cole grows tense, remembering a similar feeling from long ago but hears the racing of Kalle's heart and how happy she is. He smiles to her, she smiles back, letting out a quiet breath.

"Commander." Cassandra's voice speaks frustrated sounding, "The hero of Fereldan ran in here. Which way did she go?"

"Eh, I-" Kalle notices him point to the door Sera ran through.

Hearing Cassandra step closer, Kalle held her laughter even more, Cole trying not to hit the hard part of his hat on the top of the desk. "Cullen. I saw Sera run, where did she go?"

He leans more on his right leg and says, "S-she hid up there." He nods to the space he had been sleeping in, which he'll probably keep as his sleeping quarters.

Cassandra quickly climbs the ladder, Kalle thought maybe she could run a bit longer but decided against it. "She is *not* here, commander!"

As she says that the doors open again, "Well, where is she?" Leliana's voice speaks.

"Check the desk." Cassandra grumbles, climbing down the ladder, Cullen taking steps back towards his window and the glove of Leliana holds onto the edge of the space Kalle hid in. Once Leliana's face came into view, her ginger hair high-lighting her dark purple coloured outfit, Kalle felt like she light up. They stared at eachother, a smile on their face as Leliana held out her other hand. Kalle gripped it, Leliana standing and Kalle pushing herself up while using Leliana for support.

"What were you doing?" Leliana shook her head, a small but warm smile on her face. Leliana's hand still holding Kalle's, it been almost an entire year since she seen Leliana, Kalle gripped her hand tighter.

"Coming to surprise you." Kalle shrugs, a smirk growing.

Leliana quickly but softly cups her check, her thumb rubbing at the smile dimples, "Colour me surprised."

Kalle laughs softly, the two hugging tightly, Kalle's head tucked into Leliana. She felt like she was going to cry.

Realising she forgot where she was and who was in the room with her, let go and tilted her up to Leliana, who was a slightly taller than her. She felt the gaze of Cassandra, Cole and Cullen on them. "I missed you." Kalle blurted out, covering her mouth and feeling a blush growing on her face. Leliana playfully pinches her cheek,

"Me too, love." She nuzzles her head against Kalle, rubbing at the end of Kalle's left ear, making her almost purr.

Cassandra coughs to break the reunion, the couple looking to her. Cassandra doesn't speak for a moment but smiles slightly. "I am happy for you for Leliana, but we must all speak. In the war room." She turns to leave, Leliana about to lead Kalle out when Kalle turns back.

"Cole? I didn't forget you. Come with me." Kalle requested, noticing his silence. He appeared in front of her and nodded. She smiles and looks back to Cullen, "If you're joining us, wanna walk together?"

"Oh uh, y-yes!" He grabs the reports and follows the couple, still holding hands. As they walk out of the office, Hawke spots them and waves in excitement. Varric by their side, the Iron Bull, Sera and chargers cheering for the Hero of Fereldan. Kalle waves softly, the murmuring growing louder as the small group are crossing the bridge.

"You could take your hood down." Leliana smirks at her lover, "Let them see you."

Kalle shyly smiles, always forgetting how smitten Leliana made her. "C-can you do it with me?" Leliana nods, hiding a small scoff, wondering if Kalle knew how that sounded but nodded, and the two let their hoods down. The couple seeming to relax and take a breath at the same time.

Entering the warroom, followed by Cole, Hawke, Varric and Cullen, Kalle looked to Josephine. "You- *you* are the H-hero of Fereldan?! I apologise for not realising sooner!" She walked across the room to Kalle, reaching her hand out and spotting Leliana and her holding hands. "Awwww." She almost swooned, "How sweet, I am *so* incredibly happy you two can be with eachother again!" Jose' was quickly becoming one of the sweetest people she had ever met.

"Thanks." Kalle smiles, a small blush on her cheeks, the others stood at the points around the table, Hawke standing by the window while Cole looked at the map. She missed being beside Leliana and just wanted to constantly tell her how she had missed her. She realised the calling had grown quiet since she heard Leliana speak.

Jose' tapped at her clipboard, "An odd and entertaining reveal, to be sure. I'm happy only a few nobles witnessed it, they can be reasoned with to not say what transpired." Kalle felt like she could listen to her talk all day. Josephine's and Leliana's kids would sound beautiful. Josephine blinked at Kalle, who looked at Leliana with a confused expression.

"You spoke out loud." She smiles and just nuzzles into Kalle's hair.

"Hehehe, sorry." Kalle blushes, "Your voices just sound so nice."

Jose smiles, "Well thank you. Your voice is nice too." She nods, looking at her clipboard.

Cole pulls on Kalle's sleeve, "Someone needs my help, I'll be back soon." And he leaves.

She turns to Leliana, "Can I adopt him?" Kalle says with a serious tone and a happy smile on her face, "He's so sweet."

"I don't even know if that's possible, we- we don't know what he is yet." Leliana explains, "Not really.

Kalle hums in thought until Josephine taps her quill onto her board, "We shall hold a ceremony, one for those we lost at Haven... and then after that, my lady, we can hold a celebration for you coming to help the inquisition. Someone *could* make a speech mentioning how you want your announcement and celebration on hold."

"If it's alright, I'd rather not have a celebration. Parties with strangers or people who wanna talk with me endlessly tire me out.." Kalle rubs her arm, "If that's okay."

"Of course, we will not do anything you are not comfortable with. Though we will still need to announce it." Jose reassures.

"After the announcement, I wish Kalle will have a room too stay in to sleep and I believe a feast for the tavern would lift everyones moods." Leliana smiled, knowing Kalle's ability to eat was endless.

"The Inquisitor ... is out on a mission, when they return we should hold another meeting and discuss why you're here." Cullen spoke up, not adjusting to *her* being in the room.

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Okay this is fun but I need to sleep hahaha.

Let me know what you think x I meant to say I was expecting to write just a light hearted short hahaha.

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