#kremrita

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"lacing fingers together" for Fox/Ela or Kremrita (any AU for either)

Krem squeezed Amrita’s hand, his grip a little stiffer than was strictly comfortable with their fingers laced, but she didn’t have the heart to say anything. She simply squeezed his hand back. “Tomorrow, right? With the food shipment?” Amrita asked.

He nodded and tugged at his sleeve cuff. He’d redone the stitching on it three times in the last week. “I don’t think I’m going to forgive Fox for this.”

Amrita wasn’t sure what to say to that, but she didn’t want to remain silent and make him think she was on Fox’s side, even though, strictly speaking, she would have been in favor of buying Krem’s father out of slavery if she’d known. Eventually she said, “He does do this kind of thing.”

“I just- Argh!” Krem put his face in his hands, which put the back of Amrita’s hand against his cheek. 

A little awkwardly, she reached over with her free hand and stroked his hair. “I’m sure he’s delighted to see you after so long.”

“That’s not what- Thank you, amata. Just- Thank you.”

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For the kiss prompt: Kremrita, under the stars, bc admiration, go.

This is Amrita Companion AU Kremrita. The story takes place very far into Amrita’s personal arc when, with the support of the Inquisitor and her friends, Amrita has made spectacular progress in overcoming her issues.

The battle at Adamant Fortress had been… Nightmarish, at best. Amrita had stayed behind with the support staff, healing the most deadly wounds and straightening broken bones when her magic waned. Stitches had been at her side for most it and shoved a savory-filled pastry into her hands every time they were empty until she had finally realized she was supposed to eat it instead of passing it off to a patient.

She imagined he was rather annoyed with her after that, but they hadn’t had a chance to speak since the battle ended.

Amrita herself was rather cross, but she didn’t know at whom her ire was directed. A soldier or warrior of some description had lured her out of the medical tents with claims of a mortally injured friend, only to somehow trick her into laying down at which point her body had betrayed her and she fell asleep. When she woke up, far too many hours later, Fox and the Chargers hadn’t let her near the medical tents for hours, claiming that she needed time to regenerate her magical energy.

With no small measure of annoyance, Amrita had frowned sternly at them before stalking off through the camp to help the cooks.

Three days later, they were still in camped outside of Adamant Fortress, but no one was actively dying and Amrita didn’t feel guilty leaving the medical tents. After the crush and bustle of healing and triaging and organizing the boiling of fresh bandages, Amrita needed time to herself. With a stale ration bar in hand, Amrita settled herself down on a sand-blasted old log sunk halfway into the quickly-cooling sand.

The Western Approach was almost beautiful at night. The darkness hid most of the devastation generations of war and drought wrought on the land. The lack of cities on the expanse meant the night sky was clear and unobscured by light pollution. Amrita tilted her head back and simply stared up at the stars, trying her best not to search them for constellations lest she recognize… A specific one.

“Amrita,” Krem said softly from behind her. He had approached with the sound of his footsteps lost to the sand. In his hands was a rather large bread bun. “Do you want to be alone, or may I join you?”

Thankful that the blush on her cheeks was lost to the darkness, Amrita said, “It would be alright, if it’s just you.”

Krem sat on the log and scooted towards her a little at a time. His face was twisted in concentration as he watched her reaction with every inch closer he moved.

It took effort, but Amrita managed not to stiffen or cringe away, not even when Krem was sitting close enough that his armor brushed against her sleeves. Amrita leaned against him for a moment before shyness got the better of her and she straightened, though she didn’t pull away in earnest.

“Chief shoved this thing on me and said I’m on latrine duty for a week if I don’t eat all of it. Apparently, the scratch on my arm warrants more bedrest and overeating,” Krem said, gesturing to the bread bun. He laughed and then turned his smile on Amrita.

“That was much more than a scratch,” Amrita said, measuring her words. “But perhaps that much food would be excessive.”

“I’m glad you agree.” Krem beamed at her again, his grin brighter than the stars overhead. He tore off a third of the bun and pressed it into Amrita’s hands. “I was hoping you’d help me take care of it.”

Amrita had been the target of this particular manipulation enough times since joining the Inquisition that she can see it for what it is. (Dorian told her. She might never have realized it on her own, but when she asked if she should talk with the cooks about too-large portions he had laughed and spilled the secret.) But knowing it was manipulation also came with knowing that it was an act of love, so Amrita didn’t protest and simply bit into the soft bread.

“Oh, wow, Fenrir’s really bright tonight,” Krem said. He had his head tilted back to look up at the stars while absentmindedly eating his share of the bread. The way he devoured it in no time at all made it more than clear that it being too much was a ruse.

“I’m… Not familiar with that constellation,” Amrita said. She wrapped up the rest of her stale ration and hid it away in a pocket for later before nibbling on the sweet, heavy bread.

Krem leaned and held up his arm, pointing at the stars one at a time and waiting her Amrita’s nods before moving onto each successive one. “My dad told me it’s named after a wolf so clever he was able to escape hunters by running off into the sky, but I was talking with Dalish and she said the Dalish have their own story for it.”

“Do they?” Amrita asked. She was curious, without a doubt, but Krem had put his free arm around her waist after pointing out the stars. And the last thing she wanted was for him to move it.

“Yeah, apparently it’s actually Fen’Harel, you know, the Dread Wolf? The one the Dalish are always cursing because he’s a trickster? Seems pretty obvious we up in Tevinter just decided to take it for ourselves.”

Amrita tore her gaze from the stars and looked at Krem’s face. Even though it was dark, the moon was bright enough for her to make out his features, so dear to her, even after such a short time. “That’s good of you, to acknowledge it.”

Krem laughed and returned her attention. “I don’t think I deserve an award for admitting my people stole as much as they could from the Dalish, but I appreciate it all the same.”

Unable to contain herself in light of his humility, Amrita braced herself and leaned in, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. Her face was certainly bright red with shyness, but at least she didn’t immediately look at her feet.

For his part, Krem just beamed at her again, his smile so bright it nearly hurt to look at. He kissed her cheek in return, though he let his lips linger like brands against her cool skin. Without pulling away, he said merely, “Thank you.”

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First impressions etc of Amrita, go

First impression: I think I saw pictures of her before I knew anything. I thought she had just a unique-enough of a design to be interesting without coming across as SUPER SPECIAL AND DIFFERENT FROM EVERY OTHER INQUISITOR YOU GUYS

Impression now: Oh my cinnamon roll, where is Fox, you need Fox, yes, just let him cuddle you. Krem can come, too.

Favorite moment: That pic of her and Dorian is just so, so good. But the tarot by elvenbeard is also fan-fucking tastic.

Idea for a story: Florist!Amrita’s adventures in helping Krem with the children’s theater.

Unpopular opinion: It’s not your fault. 

Favorite relationship: Jamrita is good, but Kremrita OTP

Favorite headcanon: Ivan’s watching of her is nearly as influential as Fox’s in terms of supporting her physical health especially, but he’s so much of a silent watcher and less flashy about it that no one really picks up on it. But who is it that makes sure she gets fed? Ivan. Who sends her to bed at reasonable hours? Ivan. Who gets the children to give her hugs when she’s having a bad day? Ivan. Who sets her up to sing and tell stories to the children? Ivan. Ivan is secretly Skyhold’s dad.

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52. Accidentally Witnessed kiss for Kremrita?

Krem didn’t notice that the door had opened until he broke off the kiss with Amrita. His jaw dropped in a silent scream, but luckily Amrita was too busy hiding her blush in his shoulder to notice his expression. Krem bare his teeth and pulled his eyebrows down angrily. With his free hand, he gestured towards the door and mouthed “Get the fuck out.”

But Cullen appeared to be frozen by his own surprise and embarrassment. Krem make a sharp line across his throat, which prompted Cullen into motion. Unfortunately, the commander  was less than his most agile and crashed into the doorframe on his way out.

In a moment of inspiration born of nothing more than pure, truest love, Krem kicked his shield to the ground to explain the noise before Amrita even startled at the sound. When she pulled back, Krem rubbed the back of his neck and put on his best sheepish smile. “Sorry ‘bout that. Do you want an escort back to the healing tents?”

Amrita lowered her eyes again. “That would be lovely, thank you.”