#iron bull x trevelyan

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DA HC - Celebrating Your Anniversary

Dragon Age x GN! Reader

Summary: How they would celebrate your anniversary.

Warnings: Established Relationship, Fluff, Anniversary, Kissing, Dates, Fancy Dinners, Camping

Characters: Solas, Varric Tethras, Cullen Rutherford, Iron Bull, Thom Ranier (Blackwall), Lucanis Dellamorte, Emmrich Volkarin, Lace Harding

- Didn't proofread much. I just slammed them into three grammar checkers, so have fun!

Solas

- Solas would remember your anniversary, but even if he didn't, you wouldn't know, as he makes every day with you feel as if it were your anniversary. Being his, finally his, he makes sure you know he has only eyes for you. Making sure you feel that he is yours, you are his.

- Yearly anniversaries, but monthly anniversaries, are not off the table. Taking the yearly dates more seriously, with monthly being a day of finding little surprises in places that are common to you. Leaving your favorite things in those spots, seeing as his face is plastered with a huge smile once you bring the gifts to his attention when finding them.

- The yearly anniversaries would be him worshiping you like a god, more than usual, of course. Almost refuses to have you lift a finger as he fills the day with surprises. Waking to the room being filled with glowing magic, spelling out your name and words of love, with the afternoon being filled with scenic views with shows of ancient elven magic. Ending the day with dinner and a slow dance, holding your body close, warming more than your cheeks, before playing a few songs that he composed on the piano, inspired heavily by his love for you.

- Never will he miss your anniversary but has a chance of forgetting it. In his mind, doing things with a bit of extra love to make it up to you out of guilt does things with extra love and care. Though with enough time or love, you could get the confession of his slip of the mind, knowing he couldn't lie when it comes to you.

- Making the days of your anniversary feel like they last forever; once Solas starts, he can't bear to stop loving your smile. Swearing the smile you wear once that date comes around is different, as much as you plead for him to let you spoil him back. Even when giving in to your pleas, he always finds a way to spoil you right back just to see that smile.

Setting down a plate of Orlesian frilly cakes in front of Solas, making him look up from his notes with pointed ears twitching. Greeted lovingly by a pair of violet eyes, seeing as Solas's eyes crease from the smile that stretched across his lips.

With a swift action, his arm wraps around your waist, pulling you in. Body pressed against his chest, thanking you with kisses that tickled your skin, making you squirm in his hold. Stopping the attack, watching him pull something from under his notes, Solas's eyes watched closely as your face lit up at his gift. Soaking in the smile that lined your lips, hoping it would last forever.

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Varric Tethras

- Most of the time he would remember it's your anniversary, joking about it in bed, cuddled up warmly if he had remembered what day it was. Dances around the answer if he had forgotten, but eventually, you'd get it out of him that he did forget with a reminder it was only morning, and he has the whole day to make you forget he ever did.

- Celebrate your yearly and monthly anniversaries, though monthly ones are more spotty in celebration. Knowing if he remembers those when finding papers around the place that tell short stories of all the times he found himself falling in love with you all over again.

- Yearly anniversaries would be Varric trying his best to be the perfect man, with halfway through the day he gives up going back to being the man you love instead of an overly romantic guy that takes you to fancy restaurants. When all you want is to just be with him drinking and have Varric chew off your ear with stories that you’ve heard millions of times, but you’d never tell him that.

- Has missed your anniversary at least once since you've been together. A day filled with apologies and his mood being a bit down, trying his best to make it up to you. Gifting you things over the day. Little things that he says remind him of you, giving you a first read of your favorite book series of his, and rare home-cooked dinners.

- Varric is always sweet on you, even after your anniversary. The tender moments don't stop, though the moments are now filled with more jokes than before he loves you just as much as he does during your anniversary, now with more jokes filling those moments.

Watching Varric adoring every smile and face scrunch he pulled while telling you a story he's told you a hundred times, never telling him that fact, though, taking it as an opportunity to just watch him.

Soaking in his mere existence, every smile, frown, and furrow of his brow. Every move makes your mind melt as you're reminded why you feel head over heels for the man. That is until he catches you staring, breaking your longing stare with a charming kiss on the cheek.

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Cullen Rutherford

- Very spotty when it comes to remembering it's your anniversary, but you give him grace, as most of the time he has a lot on his plate. Reminding him gently every morning on that date it's your anniversary, with a quick curse to himself, he tries to play it off just to panic for the rest of the morning trying to think and plan something for that day.

- Cause of his busy schedule, he prefers to celebrate yearly, but if he's reminded, a gift might end up on your desk or nightstand. Even with the yearly dates, he still has to do some work but tries to plan around it days before if he remembers days before.

- Once Cullen's done with work, he asks shyly for you to dress nicely; that is unless you have something for him once he comes out of his office. Then he stays in the whole night. But if you don't, he takes you away riding on a horse with the sunset in the background, just to arrive at the most breathtaking place. Having packed wine and cheese, wanting to share the sunset with you, telling you of how it reminded him of you and the first night he held you close.

- Having missed your anniversary from being on the battlefield commanding an army or locked away in his office, stumped with letters to write. Walking into the office to find him stressed or just passed out on the desk, ink staining his face when you wake him. Dragging him to bed, letting the commander get some sleep before spoiling him as you remind him what day it is, queuing the flood of apologies.

- The celebration of your anniversary would only last a day and a half, with Cullen being busy and all; he still tries to make up for the lost time from work. Stealing kisses from you the next day, along with leaving little letters or gifts he tucked away in your pockets early in the morning, to then get all shy when you mention them.

Walking into Cullen's office, seeing as he was noise-deep into writing a letter, someone who was not you having the note he had written to you in hand.

Spooking the commander as you sat atop the desk corner, meeting his amber eyes, watch and the rush of surprise disappear before softening at the sight of you—that is until he sees that piece of paper in your hand. Cullen's cheeks flash red as he looks off to the side, laughing nervously, having written the letter in a moment of passion. Needing a few glasses of drinks to get those words out of him without him stuttering and getting all blushy.

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Iron Bull

- Qunari don't have anniversaries, so he would remember, as he doesn't practice or have a deep grasp on the celebration. Only having you to learn about it and to even start celebrating it. Even after that, he tries to remember wanting to see you smile.

- Would start either monthly or yearly depending on your preference, but monthlies are a good start, letting him have practice on what to do and what not to do and say. Gets the hang of the physical part of surprising, not so much on the gift-giving, bringing you parts of a dragon or even the whole thing to display somewhere, swearing to yourself if he didn't have horns, he'd be a cat.

- For the first few anniversaries, you would be planning until one day, months before the date, he asked to plan that year. Holding out hope, it wasn't a day of fighting wild beasts he thought were cool, but he surprised you with a night filled with breathtaking views only seen at night and creatures that light up in the darkness of the night. Ending the event at his favorite place to cool off, a hidden-away spring where bugs and creatures glowed around, thriving alongside your love for the bull.

- Misses your anniversary in the start, giving the hunk of a man some grace as this is new to him, coming from a culture that they don't even know who they are related to. Gently reminding the man he would be apologetic, of course, then for the rest of the day, having asked Krem what to do, he tells Bull to make it up to you. Surprising you with flowers and some gifts, with a shower of kisses and charming compliments to resolve everything.

- Learns from you how long the celebration lasts; whether for a day or a week, he goes along with you, not minding even if you want the whole year to feel like it's your anniversary. Over time, he'll read you; every morning when you wake up with a certain smile on your face, he'd know it's another day of celebration, also knowing he'd have to get up soon to make you breakfast in bed only to eat most of it once cuddled back up with you in bed.

Smiling as you watch, Bull sticks another spoonful of breakfast that he made for you that morning into his mouth, then chews happily before continuing with his stories of the time his crew killed a beast.

Hand resting atop your hand as the hunk of a bull sat in your shared bed next to you, not minding at all as he ate from the plate that was meant for you. Loving how he enjoys the days of your anniversary, but for you, it's days of adoring him as he makes the cutest person of himself without even knowing it.

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Thom Ranier (Blackwall)

- Would remember it every year. Starting from the night before, being extra gushy and lovey-dovey, holding you close in bed as you both fall asleep. When waking on the day, he pulls out all the stops, making every anniversary a memorable one.

- Celebration only yearly; as much as the man loves you, he feels like monthly anniversaries are too childish. Also, monthly anniversaries made him feel as if the relationship wouldn't last long, needing to celebrate yearly to feel that your relationship would last for the years to come.

- Lets you sleep in, cuddling you before getting up to make breakfast, then bringing it to you in bed before setting up the horses to take you both to a place only he knew. Being in a different place every anniversary, never having seen him with it through the year, filled with entries of times you took his breath away. Always surprises you with a diary he kept for that year. Never having seen him with it through the year, filled with entries of times you took his breath away. It was a hefty book.

- Never misses your anniversary, always wanting to be by your side, always finding moments to write down in his anniversary diary. Being content in his mind, there would never be a possibility for him to miss that date.

- As long as he can pull surprises out of his pocket. Having planned the days out months in advance, making sure every day had a new surprise or special moment to be made into a memory.

Thom's warm hand cupped your cheek as he gazed into your eyes, lips inches from each other yearning to meet. Minutes before, having given you his forest memories of you—how the sun rested warmly on your skin, the way your eyes glow in the ray of the light.

Being only a small exert from the diary, having to close it at his request. Wanting you to read it later, needing this memory to be real instead of written down in a book for later.

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Lucanis Dellamorte

- Always remembering it's your anniversary, holding them close to his heart as it's the first time he gets to share that special celebration with anyone. Refusing to fuck it up in any way and also having Spite to remind him every hour as the date nears.

- Early in the relationship, he celebrates your anniversary every month; if it weren't for not wanting to come off too much, he would celebrate every week or day. Really overworks himself wanting to show you every bit of love he has for you on those days. Even if you ask him to relax, a gift would do the same good; he'd never stop going all out for your yearly.

- Taking up a lot of contracts in advance, saving up for your yearly anniversary, taking you away on vacation to anywhere you wanted to go—even if it's just only the two of you for miles, he makes it happen. Working overtime to plan what fun things to do, where to buy your favorite things, and what gifts to get you, with Spite pitching in with a yell of what he wanted to get you.

- Heart drops into his stomach if he missed your anniversary; even with your reassurance that it was okay, it's not to him. Devastated at the thought of having missed the one special day he gets to celebrate the love he had for you in full, for the first person he'd ever been in a relationship with. Finally talking him down, telling the distressed man you would be happy even if he gave you a flower from the garden outside; all you want on that day is him; nothing else matters.

- For what he has planned, he makes sure the celebration lasts for days; even when running out of ideas on the tenth day, Spite is there, giving him more. The two are a menace when putting their heads together. Starting out romantic after the date, then turning into passion, and lastly, hunger.

Heat prickles through your cheeks as Lucanis's lips soften against yours. Minutes ago, admiring the view of the city lights, then feeling a warm hand planted underneath your shin, you were gently guided right into Lucanis's lips.

Accepting the smooth action, kissing him back, feeling through the kiss as he smiled before moving once again. The same hand trailing up, cupping your cheek with lips rough with passion. Doing the same hands combing through his hair as you dive into his kiss, swearing you could hear Spite faintly.

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Emmrich Volkarin

- Definitely remembers it, your anniversary, you being the dearest thing to his heart; that date means so much to him, he could never forget it. Planning months in advance, even asking Manfred his opinion from time to time on decisions, wanting every detail of the date to be to die for.

- Would be open to a monthly celebration but has a bit more taste for a yearly anniversary, being able to make everything feel more extraordinary. Worries that the monthly anniversary would dull his yearly surprises. However, if you insisted, he would agree to only having every two- to four-month anniversary, as the man can only pull so many unique date and gift ideas out of him.

- For your yearly, he would take you to see the most extraordinary places in all the world, guiding you in waking the life around the environment, watching everything light up and dance around you both. Speaking of dancing, this man would invite you to dance, head against his shoulder as you danced with the glowing creatures and magic whispering loving whispers into your ear before pulling out the dinner he packed for the picnic you were to have there.

- Rare that he would ever miss your anniversary from forgetfulness, it would be the reason cause of work. Not teaching, but if the Necropolis needed him, he would have to go with a storage promise to make it up to you when he gets back. Making it up to you with days off of teaching and other work, leaving you two just to be together.

- The planned celebration would last no more than a week; by the end of the fourth day, he would be exhausted, leaving you to have a turn to spoil him. Loving every minute of you spoiling him, being the one to now be gifted his favorite things and have surprise meals with his favorite desserts, all for him to enjoy, definitely healing his inner child.

Watching adoringly as Emmrich took a bite of the dessert you made just for him, even when he asked many times if you wanted a bite, you declined every time. Wanting him to have it all to himself, knowing he'd have the biggest smile after.

Chatting your ear off as he did so on many things, watching his lips move with a smile that gets bigger and bigger with every bite. Taking notice with one of his bites as a bit of it stuck to his lip before he could wipe it away, you took the opportunity to wipe it away with your thumb. Stunning Emmrich, watching as you lick it off your thumb. Locking eyes with him, seeing red flashes across his cheeks, before you lean over the table kissing him.

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Lace Harding

- Lace can be a bit forgetful, but that's one of the things you love about her. So focused on one thing, not even time mattered—a magical experience when it's with you. Looking into your eyes, amazed every time. If it weren't for the mornings of eyegazing, adoring her amazement at your existence, she would have remembered it was your anniversary.

- Love to celebrate both monthly and yearly anniversaries, though the monthly celebrations would be more a day of never leaving the bedroom. Spending most of the day in each other's arms, soaking up each other's warmth before getting up to make dinner together, only to barely get anything done, not being able to let each other go. Ultimately ending the night at one of your comfort restaurants before getting home and back into bed in her arms.

- Yearly anniversaries would be a camping trip; even if it wasn't your thing, she'd smooth-talk you into it. Lace loves seeing you all sweaty and covered in dirt; she thinks it's hot, so this is more of a gift to herself than to you. Never tell you where she's taking you, even covering your eyes when you get halfway there. Only to show you the more breathtaking view before telling you that's your view for the next few days.

- Finally, when reminding her what the date was, watching as her face drops with a red flush spreading across her whole face. The first words out of her mouth would be a curse before the flood of apologies started. Even with all the reassurance in the world, the only thing that would stop her would be a kiss, feeling as all of her worries melt away. Breaking the kiss, the next words out of her mouth are her swearing she's still going to make it up to you.

- The camping trip would last for five days at most. Having only brought food for the first three days, knowing she'd be busy in your arms, then the last days she'd hunt and gather for the both of you. Telling you she never wants it to end, but when it does, she does love the view of you when hiking back home.

Limbs tangled with each other, lips close to raw, minutes ago, breaking the hungered kiss with the breathtaking view in the background.

The fire had died out hours ago, making you rely on Lace for warmth. Happily doing so with open arms, only to attack you with a shower of kisses. Almost sad you have to go back, away from the night sky, brought out Lace's eyes that adored you greatly.

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And what I really want to be is yours. I like the person I am when I'm with you.

I finished DA:I and its DLC on Nightmare + trials earlier this year, and I wanted to commemorate the achievement — and the new love my Inquisitor found along the way.

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day 27, cuckholding

the iron bull x reader warnings: nsfw 18+, fingering, slight dirty talk, fingering, forced exhibitionism, unprotected sex, creampie, size difference kinktober ☠︎︎ main masterlist ☠︎︎ read on ao3

The news of your betrothal came as a shock to you. Your parents hadn’t contacted you much after what happened at the Conclave. You figured they’d come crawling back once you became Inquisitor, their desperate need for fame overwhelming any disgust held toward you. 

Their letter came not long after Corypheus was dead and gone. It was Leliana and Josephine sharing nervous glances at the war table that clued you into something being off. Leliana was never nervous. Josephine silently handed you the letter, and you had an iron grip on it as you read. 

You could have the entire world at your disposal and you’d still be under your parents’ thumb. You saved the fucking world and here you were still doing their bidding. 

With the Iron Bull, it was different. You didn’t have to worry about following orders or giving them. You could just be, which is why when he held out a blindfold with that usual sly grin you took it without hesitation. The day your supposed betrothed was supposed to arrive was nearing, and you were desperate to forget it all. He had a surprise for you, he claimed. You’d take anything over worrying about your future. 

The weight of his hands against your shoulders was substantial, but it grounded you as you walked blindly through the corridors of Skyhold. A small part of you was giddy, your imagination running wild with whatever surprise he had for you. He carefully led you up some steps, the creaking of the door behind you sounding vaguely like the one to your bedchamber. Finally, you reached a landing and Iron Bull brought you to a stop. 

“Are you ready for this, kadan?” he asked, his excitement palpable. 

You nodded, giddy. Carefully, he pulled the blindfold off of you, and you blinked a few times as your eyes adjusted. You were in your quarters, just as you thought. Your attention was drawn to the chair set at the foot of your bed holding a man with his hands and legs tied and a gag in his mouth. He was shouting something at you, but the gag muffled his words. 

You raised a brow and turned to Bull, “Who is this?” 

He grinned, “This is the sorry piece of shit your parents are marrying you off to.” 

Your jaw dropped as you looked between Bull and the man tied up. 

“Why is he in my bedchamber?” 

“I brought him here.” 

“Why?”

Bull wrapped his hands around your waist, leaning down to whisper against your ear, “So he could see just how much you don’t need him.”

Your heart rate quickened at the thought. It was selfish for both of you. You wanted to show this man that you didn’t belong to him, and Bull wanted to show him just who you belonged to. 

You nodded, swallowing hard, “Okay.” 

His hands lingered up to undo the laces at the front of your shirt, and your gaze stayed glued to the man trapped in your room as it dropped to your feet. Bull was quick to loop his fingers in the waistband of your trousers and yank them down to your ankles. A small gasp left you as the man whimpered against the cloth in his mouth. 

“Get on the bed, kadan,” Bull whispered, and you sauntered toward your large bed. You climbed in and spread your legs for Bull as he neared. “Gonna take my time with you. We gotta give our guest a good show,” he said as he cupped your face and pressed his thumb past your lips. You eagerly swirled your tongue around the appendage as your core throbbed with arousal. 

Bull’s gaze remained fixed on yours as he removed his finger from your mouth and undid his pants. As they fell to the floor, your gaze drifted to his cock, already hard and massive as always. He climbed into bed behind you. You unconsciously leaned into Bull’s chest as his large hands spread your thighs, baring you to the man at the foot of your bed. You weren’t even sure what his name was. Not that it mattered anyway. 

Bull slid a finger through your already-dripping folds, and you preened against his touch. He used his free hand to slide up your thigh, across your abdomen, and then to your breasts, kneading the flesh there. He circled your clit before dipping down to tease your entrance, earning a mewl from you. 

He pressed his finger inside you, groaning as your pussy swallowed it eagerly. You arched against him and one hand drifted up to grip his bicep. You felt his muscles flex under your fingertips as he pumped his finger within you. Your eyes rolled in the back of your head as he swiftly added another one. You felt like you were being filled to the brim, and you loved it. 

You could feel Bull’s cock pressing into your back, hard and throbbing. You couldn’t wait until you had it inside you, ruining you over and over again. 

He extended his thumb to rub your clit while his free hand toyed with your nipples, eliciting high-pitched moans with every thrust of his hand. The man across you had tears streaming down his face, but the tent in his pants betrayed him. It seemed as if he couldn’t keep his eyes away from your ruined form. 

Iron Bull curled his fingers inside you, and you were sent tumbling over the edge. Your pussy held him in a vice grip and your vision went white as you came, shouting Bull’s name as you did. 

He rubbed his free hand over your thigh, humming. “You hear whose name she called?” he questioned, and the man’s eyes widened. “That’ll never be you.” 

He picked you up and laid you down so your head was at the foot of your bed. You let him move you however you wanted, limbs pliant in his grip as you came down from your high. 

He slapped his cock against your core, forcing you to focus on him. He was hot and heavy, and it was almost pitiful just how much you needed him. He slid himself through your folds, gathering your slick. 

Bull focused on the man at the foot of your bed, “You’re going to watch as I ruin them, and if I see you look away, I’ll slit your throat so fast you won’t even have enough time to pray to Andraste to save you.” 

You flushed at his words, an animalistic part of you was jumping for glee at Bull’s possessiveness. You wanted him to fill you and mark you as his own. You needed it. 

Bull slipped the head of his cock into your entrance, and you gasped. You didn’t think you’d ever get used to the sheer massivity of him. He drew steady circles against your clit as he slowly inched inside of you, the way he stretched you bringing tears to your eyes. 

He pressed a kiss against your cheek as he fully seated himself within you. The man was struggling against his restraints and you moved your head to look at him. 

Bull grabbed your chin and your gaze met his. “Eyes on me, kadan,” he murmured and you nodded obediently. 

He rewarded you with a roll of his hips. Your jaw dropped open to release a breathy moan as his pace slowly increased with every thrust. He hit the deepest parts of you that you didn’t even know existed. 

You whined as he mercilessly pounded into you, and tears pricked the corner of your eyes as you cried out his name. Your tits bounced with every drag of his cock, and you could feel your thoughts growing hazy, drunk on the feeling of him. 

He lifted your thighs and hit the spongy spot inside you that had you seeing stars and clenching around him. You gripped Bull’s shoulders and pulled him closer, desperate for his lips on yours. 

He was quick to oblige you, and he leaned forward, practically bending you in half. His large palms were on either side of your head, effectively caging you in. He kissed you messily and hard, a mix of tongues and teeth clashing together. He slid his tongue across your bottom lip and a swift thrust of his hips had you gasping against him. He took the opportunity to trace the backs of your teeth with his tongue. 

You pulled away to moan his name. “I’m close,” you managed to whimper out between each rut of his cock bullying itself deeper within you. The obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin mixed with the squelching of your sopping cunt. It was enough for your cheeks to flush. 

“Tell our friend who’s making you feel this good,” he ordered as his hips stuttered against yours. He was getting close. 

“Mm— you, Bull! Only you!” you cried as you came around his cock. Your entire body spasmed as your orgasm crashed into you and you screwed your eyes shut. 

Bull followed you off the precipice after a few moments, finishing with one final thrust, burying himself deep inside you. You moaned as his release coated your walls and filled you to the brim. Slowly, he pulled out of you before thrusting back inside you, shoving his cum back in you. You whined at the feeling. 

He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead as he pulled out of you completely, “You did good.” 

He rose from the bed and shuffled around your chambers, coming back with a damp cloth to clean you up and his pants hanging loosely around his hips. He kissed your lips softly once he was finished. He threw the cloth to the side and helped you get to the other side of your bed and under the covers. 

You finally spared a glance at the man at the end of your bed. Tears stained his cheeks and a large wet spot coated the front of his trousers. You clasped your hands in front of you, your gaze hardening. 

“You are going to withdraw your proposal. If you do not, my lover here,” you motioned to Bull who stood tall at your side, “will make sure your remains are not found. Do I make myself clear?” 

The man nodded furiously, a whimper escaping him. You hummed, satisfied. 

Bull grabbed the man by the scruff of his neck and lifted him over his shoulder. “Just gotta take out the trash, then I’ll be back,” he grunted, a slight grin covering his features. 

“I eagerly await your return. Thank you, Bull,” you said, a soft look gracing your features. 

“Anytime, kadan.”

[lesliehope72]

"Kadan. My heart"

The Iron Bull x my human mage inquisitor

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Spoilers under the cut !

Seeing my Lavellan and Trevelyan inkies in datv is like seeing someone you haven’t seen in years. Welcome back, Avourel Lavellan and Rinan Trevelyan.

I have some art ideas.. hm..

I need Rinan to at LEAST mention Bull during this second play-through. I loved seeing Dorian’s letter to a romanced inky and thought it was so sweet. 🥲

A little saddening to see the human tattoo’s inkies had in da:i go so I gotta compromise for Rinan, but also.. instead of being upset about it, what if I just make it canon that he got different facial tattoos after he and Bull got married…?

I’m also going to be honest and say with having beaten the game once, I don’t really.. care a whole lot for Neve… SUPER COOL CHARACTER!!! Her design and everything is amazing and I love it. Just not my type or anything. I thought her and Lucanis getting together was really sweet though. Same with Emmrich and Strife.

I’m romancing Davrin with Meraad this time and so far, I’m loving his romance. I loved Taash’s story solely because I relate so heavily on the “came out as trans/non-binary and had an argument with my mom. Before I could apologize for said fight, she died” arc. (Rudy lore dropped) But that’s just me. I loved how blunt they were with certain aspects and treated Spite like a misbehaving child. I also just really love Taash as a whole.

On the same note with Neve, I’m trying so hard to enjoy more of Harding. She’s such a cutie patootie in this game but once again, not my type and I don’t want to seem mean… Like I enjoyed her presence in da:i, but that’s pretty much it. I never flirted with her once out of my like… 6-7 play-throughs of that game.

I also do not care for Solas in the slightest. Cool story. That’s all I have to say for that egg. I didn’t like him much in da:i, I cannot say I like him any better in datv. And the heavy favoritism for solavellan??? I tried doing a solavellan run in da:i and couldn’t. Guys don’t kill me PLEASE.

But on a whole other note, I thoroughly enjoyed this game. The combat and scenery are amazing. I will say that the animation to pet Assan looks a little stiff but it’s alright. Might post more about my thoughts on Davrin’s romance.. hm.. We’ll see.

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I’m absolutely geeked for the new installment of Dragon Age coming out later this year, so I finally managed to squeeze in some time to finish coloring this piece of my Dragon Age: Inquisition faves, my “Canon” Inquisitor Trevelyan and The Iron Bull. Had a blast with this one. Here’s to more “MAYHEM!” 🧡💜

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A surprise, I’ll admit. But not a problem. [x]

[sangre]

A few weeks past the fall of Corypheus, the eagle-eyed Inquisitor Trevelyan inquires after The Iron Bull's first impression of him. “Charger’s Honor.” Nikolai crosses two fingers over his heart. “Back then, did you think me a mere human?” The gesture is, of course, only a tease. He doubts that the Iron Bull would lie unless it was absolutely what Nikolai needed to hear. Right now, he wants the truth. No matter where it gets him. – OR: A Ben-Hassrath spy and a changeling walk into a bar. They do not stay long.

[veatomis]

Commission I did for @fenrisisms of their inquisitor Syracuse and Bull being in love and acting cute together <3

[imdoingaokay]

May I ask for DAI romance companions reaction to their lover making them a LOVELY piece of artwork for them??

Also if you wouldn't mind, Solas’ reaction as well?

Solas will always be included in the romanced companion dai lineup unless stated otherwise, so don’t you worry my dear anon. And so will Varric because I might as well do what Bioware was too much of a coward to do.

Sorry I've been gone for so long, I've been kept busy with nursing school. Good news, I passed my first semester! Woohoo! I'm hoping to get some more stuff out before I go back to school, wish me luck lol!

A rarely seen, but rumored skill that the Inquisitor had was art. Perhaps being raised the way they were, they got exposed to it and just had a knack for painting, more specifically, painting portraits.

If The Inquisitor’s friends were to glance at the leatherbound notebook they kept so tightly to their person, they would see multiple sketches of landscapes, animals, and the people The Inquisitor came across on their journeys. However, The Inquisitor kept this notebook tucked away in their bag or their jacket when they traveled, so it was seldom seen… almost.

One day, during a somewhat slow day of pomp and circumstance, the lover of the Inquisitor just so happened to come across the notebook… unprotected.

The pair had been taking some time away from stuffy nobles and constant threats to enjoy each other’s presence, except, when a messenger came by, claiming that Leliana had a report for the Inquisitor and the Inquisitor alone, they simply got up and left. Not before leaving a kiss on the cheek of their lover. The Inquisitor’s lover knew it was an invasion of privacy, but, it was the Inquisitor’s fault for keeping it there. So, curiosity bubbling over, the lover peered over to see what had the Inquisitor so fascinated moments before.

It was a sketch of them, of their face. A waist-up portrait of them.

Blackwall/Thom Rainer: Rainer couldn’t help but break out into a smile, he had been working so hard on the little griffon he had been making that he hardly noticed how furrowed his brow must’ve looked. His finger lingered on the subtle details spread across the page, some details so small he wouldn’t have noticed had he not picked up the piece of art and studied it closer.

Cassandra: Cassandra hadn’t even thought of the whole invasion of privacy, in a split second, she grabbed the notebook and stared at the Inquisitor’s work. The book she had been reading was long forgotten. And it had all but dematerialized when she saw the sketch of herself. She could feel a blush slowly creep up her cheeks until she was certain her entire face was red. At the slightest noise, she shoved the notebook back to its original spot, only to quickly pick it back up and inspect her lover’s handiwork.

Cullen Rutherford: He took the longest to finally look, pondering whether or not he would invade his lover’s privacy by taking the shortest peek.

He breaks, of course, less than a minute after he begins his internal debate.

He hurriedly flips through the pages and finds their most recent work, and his breath hitches. 

He traces the beautiful sketch and finds himself mirroring the facial expression The Inquisitor caught him in. He can’t help but get lost in the drawings his Inquisitor has created. Still, every time a soldier walks in, it breaks him from any immersion he had, resulting in an innocent soldier watching the Commander fumble with a notebook.

The first time it happens, Cullen decides against looking again, placing it back in its original place.

Dorian Pavus: The second the Inquisitor was out of sight, Dorian casually grabbed and flipped through the pages of his lover’s notebook happily before stopping, the last page was a sketch of him. He pauses for a moment before a cheeky grin spreads across his face. He inspects every stroke, line, and scribble that decorates the page for what feels like ages. And if someone were to walk by, he doesn’t put it away, a part of him wanting to get caught by his lover. Eventually, he hears his amatus’ voice from far away, and after some deliberation, he decides to return the notebook to its rightful place, positioning it to look untouched.

Iron Bull: He’s subtle, his fingers trace the sketch so gently he can barely feel the paper underneath. He hides the book well behind his large hands and smiles to himself as he traces the image with his eyes. He’s impressed with The Inquisitor’s knowledge of anatomy, as every muscle Bull has appeared to be on display in the portrait. 

He’s one of the only ones who keep the notebook in their grasp, watching his kadan tense up and begin to blush.

“If you wanted me to pose, you could’ve just asked me.” He smiles.

Josephine Montilyet: She takes a minute, and assures the Inquisitor is far enough away before she peaks at the sketchbook. A blush creeps up her face before she’s giggling and kicking her feet as she looks at her lover’s drawing. She’s convinced they took a few artistic liberties as she believes she looks far better in the picture than she does in real life.

Regardless, she becomes satisfied, places the sketchbook back down, and settles back in her chair, reinvigorated.

Sera: She’s immediate, completely snatching up the book before The Inquisitor even leaves, if her lover notices Sera, she attempts to hold it away, claiming they were asking for it when they left it out in the open. She does everything to get away, including climbing on the roof. But once she realizes what her lover drew, she pauses. 

Eventually, The Inquisitor finds her and watches Sera slowly look up, “You made this? I… I’ve never seen… a drawing of me before.” Before breaking out into a grin, she whispers, “Why would you hide this?! This is great!”

Solas: He looks, finding himself far too curious for his own good. Once he sees his portrait, he smiles and leans back in his chair, admiring the work his vhenan put into the piece. He waits for his lover to return, nonchalantly handing over the sketchbook and kissing his lover’s cheek.

“You should draw more often.” He says, “Or maybe I should draw you.”

Varric Tethras: This man read Hawke’s personal journal, The Inquisitor should’ve expected him to look. 

He takes a peak, which turns into a long stare, as he becomes enraptured by the portrait. Soon, he breaks out into a grin and waits for his lover’s return, holding the sketchbook like a trophy.

“Maybe you should do illustrations for my book from now on.” He suggests.

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[minionripley]

Burn and Beg

Solas pines for Evelyn Trevelyan but denies himself, even more so now that she has moved on to Iron Bull. Then, during camp, he happens upon the two in a private moment. But is it as private as he thinks?

Rating: Explicit

Tags: F!Trevelyan/Iron Bull, F!Trevelyan/Solas, Iron Bull/Solas, F!Trevelyan/Iron Bull/Solas, voyeurism, exhibitionism, masturbation, smut

Revised and reposted. Sorry for the long wait. Enjoy!

Read: AO3 | FF.net

[lesliehope72]

My edgy mage inquisitor - Maxwell Trevelyan

(Accidentally left him with a default name, but it has really grown on me xd)

Pragmatic and snarky little shit, that slowly learns how to function as a social human being

And his unexpected romance with the Iron Bull xdd