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The Inner Circle Crushing on Someone from a Different Background -- Part Three

this request comes from anon, who asks: 'Head canons for the main dragon age squard (if you feel up to it of course!!!!) About them crushing on someone from a different background (example: cullen and someone rich)'

I ended up splitting this up because I got carried away... my bad. If you want any of these to be revisited or you want me to go into more detail, feel free to shoot me another ask! The same can be said if you want DA characters from different games.

Part One (Blackwall, Cassandra, Cole) Part Two (Cullen, Dorian, The Iron Bull) Part Three (Josephine, Leliana, Sera)

JOSEPHINE:

The Montilyet family, while of note, had to carefully tend to their money and businesses in the aftermath of being barred from Orlais. Still, Josephine and her siblings regularly interacted as (and with) members of the nobility in Antiva and Orlais. Josephine herself, while a romantic, is particularly understanding of many different aspects of life and knowledgeable on things outside of the upper class.

Station in society has very little to do with Josephine falling in love. For her, it comes down to a matter of character. She has a soft spot for the romantic, but places good-deeds and honor above all else. Meeting someone of a more humble origin isn’t necessarily how she expected to fall in love, but somehow she’s enamored with a stablehand for the Inquisition. They’re very kind, always tending to the requests she has within record time, and respecting those around them regardless of occupation.

Josephine falls hard. At first she denies it; she has very little time for romance when there are holes in the sky, plus someone back in Orlais has already spoken for her. Yet, she can’t help but be consumed by the gentle stable hand–and the concept that their love might be forbidden. She doesn’t give into fairytales as easily as her sister does, however, so she dismisses her feelings away as a crush. To her, it’s not only illogical to fall in love during wartime, but it’s also improbable that she would get to pick her spouse as the eldest of her family that borders on ruin.

It takes some meddling from Leliana for Josephine to confess her feelings. After that, it’s only a matter of time before her beloved stablehand somehow catches wind of it. They’d never believe that Lady Josephine would ever reciprocate their feelings, so they didn’t dare try anything. But, with rumors of her feeling the same, it was now or never. It takes a while before Josephine is comfortable with the concept of a long term relationship during such trying times. However, if they can fall in love while holes are in the sky, then telling her family and other suitors should be a piece of cake.

LELIANA:

Leliana grew up across Thedas, parts of her life being contributed to Orlais and others to Ferelden. Having been a bard in the Orlesian court and a Sister in the Chantry, Leliana is influenced by a number of places and cultures. She grew up being tossed from place to place, never having much of a clue of where she would land next.

When she meets someone that catches her interest, she never anticipates that they’ll be so different from her in origin. She likely anticipates that they’ll also have been raised in the church, but instead it’s quite the opposite. They’re oblivious. They don’t seem to have much care or awareness of the world around them, only interacting with the world that they directly make contact with.

When Leliana first meets them, I think they frustrate her quite a bit. Leliana has always had to be very careful with every choice she made as a young woman, so when she meets someone who she sees as “careless” she wants nothing to do with them. She keeps her distance, making sure that they operate through Leliana, Cullen, or even the Inquisitor. Yet, she can’t deny that they’re quite attractive–even if their actions seem so odd to her.

After a close call in the field, they’re humbled quite a bit and become aware of the stakes of Thedas that Leliana had warned them of. Following said close call, they become more conscious of their actions and try to be more careful on the field. This change probably makes Leliana’s romantic interest deeper, rather than it just being physically attractive. They even approach Leliana for advice–an action that moves Leliana and makes her consider how they’ve changed. It takes a while for either of them to be fully comfortable with one another, but after some humbling experiences the two draw closer.

SERA:

Variety is the spice of life for Sera. Everything new or different is automatically better in her book. She seeks adventure in the mundane and hardly ever takes the easy way out. In fact, anything similar to her upbringing is a little stale to her in some way. However, Sera’s past is a bit of a mixed bag. Her early life was spent in an elven alienage before she was taken in by a human woman. So anything outside of the realm of Ferelden qualifies as different. Yet, Sera rebukes her own connection to the upper class–citing it as her cause to protect the “little people” of Thedas.

Upon meeting someone of the upper class, Sera would quickly group them in with all of the other nobility that she and the Friends of Red Jenny hate. Someone with such a high position and influence isn’t to be trusted in her eyes, especially when they could turn at a moment's notice. She keeps her distance, even reporting them to the Inquisitor on several occasions–so that they can keep an eye on them, of course. Sera even plays pranks on them since they make such an obvious target for the Friends of Red Jenny. However, as Sera watches from the shadows she begins to reconsider her opinion.

They’re of noble birth and have a substantial amount of money, but they use it in such a way that many other powerful people do not. They support the people of Haven, and they help purchase blankets for the displaced villagers of the Hinterlands. In fact, most of their money goes to people who need it more rather than keeping for themselves. Sera wants to change her perspective entirely, but a deep part of her is afraid that it’s all an elaborate trick being played on her.

She confronts them in the middle of the night, even drawing her bow in their face. Yet, they don’t seem afraid in the slightest. In fact, they seem relieved that it’s Sera. It takes a bit of discussion for Sera to put her bow away, and even longer for her to realize that she might’ve been wrong about them. Those seeds of doubt develop further into romance, but her eventual partner doesn’t have an issue using their station to support the people of Thedas.

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE

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the night that keeps our secrets

[ cullen rutherford x inquisitor!reader ]

author’s note: him!!! beloved!!!! loml !!!! i am so fucking soft for this guy you have no idea. anyway - the one where its the inquisitor, whose head is heavy under the weight of a crown they did not ask for. angst, comfort, alcohol mention

word count: 1568

The battlements were quiet that night.

Torchlight shone faint in the darkness. The range between the dying embers had grown long and sparse where a sentry was not required. Absolute darkness reigned wholeheartedly, where repairs to the old crumbling masonry had not yet been completed. Only the starlight kept you company here, on this stretch of stone that had become yours and yours alone. Moonlight  illuminates the heart you allow to bleed on your sleeve in the presence of no one but the Maker, Andraste, the Elvhen gods of old.

Skyhold was at peace, after such a harrowing win. A raging celebration had cloaked your base from the stables all the way to Leliana's aviary - a collective exhale, finally, breathed new life into not only the Inquisition itself, but those supporting the cause you had, once upon a time, questioned on your own. It was infectious, this taste of victory, especially when the road to get here was long and cruel and tedious. Roaring fires have calmed to kindling now, the rest of the Keep not too far behind for the night. 

There was still much to be done, but this night provided a vital respite that no one seemed to oppose.

It was a calm thing, at such an hour so late. The pathways up into the depths of the stronghold were occupied by the occasional pair, group, lone survivor stumbling to bed in their own corner of the castle.

Your time was your own, now - and by the way Bull kept sliding rounds of Maraas-Lok your way - it was a welcome thing, slipping away from your friends. Dawn was fast approaching, and you hoped to at least have your head about you when the time came to greet it. Sleep sounded a welcome way to temper the evening, but - exhausted as you were - it would never stay for long. So, here you came. Slipped away through the shortcut passages that were less traveled, less well known among those that weren’t under your direct chain of command. 

Not many knew to look for you here. Save Cole, because he was Cole. He watched over you, here at Skyhold. Out of sight, always, but without a doubt, at your back nonetheless. Leliana, of course - the Nightingale was spymaster of the Inquisition for a reason. And, finally -

"Oh, I - there you are. I've been looking for you."

Cullen.

So lost in your thoughts as you were, with your gaze tipped up, up, up, towards silver-lined clouds wisping over bright constellations and velvety darkness alike. The steady breeze gliding over your skin had a calming effect this evening. Gentle as it was, a natural balm to any sleepless night, especially on the worst ones. You hadn't realized this serenity had been broken by heavy footfalls on stone, and, hidden by the wind swirling past, was the familiar rustle of the fur cloak he never went without.

"Didn't I leave you fast asleep in my quarters?"

Starlight painted a smile upon your lips, and you wore it with all the grace and beauty of the Divine. Cullen had to stop, when your face turned from the heavens to him, down here on Thedas. If it weren't for the brisk mountain air grounding him here and now, he would be drifting away, lost in the radiant presence of the Inquisitor - his Inquisitor. A smile began to rise upon his lips, and he ducked his head in shadow. A blush began to bloom, and he knew you wouldn't leave it be.

"You did," he says to the stones. "And you -" He steps closer, eyes tipping up towards yours, watching him. There's a glint in your eye; the one he’s learned to mean mischief. At his expense tonight, no doubt. " - slipped away without a trace."

A small laugh escapes you, loud in contrast to the quiet of the night. Your hands drummed upon the chipped stone in front of you, an idle movement to occupy your body. You had become so much more restless, since you were crowned Inquisitor.

"I didn't want to wake you."

"You didn't think I'd notice you were gone?" This time it was Cullen, who chased away the silence with a quiet laugh of his own. He reaches for you, a hand skimming along your spine. It's gentle, his touch, softer without the leather gloves always hugging his skin. "My love, I always notice when you're gone."

Your smile is warm, his words taking root in your chest to grow a beautiful garden in your heart. As for it reaching your eyes, as it so often does. . .

Cullen notices, of course, when it doesn't.

His smile wavers, all space between you disappearing when you lean into his touch. Your name is quiet, when it leaves his lips. It's spoken with reverence, always his favorite prayer to sing even when you are no longer near.

“Are you all right?”

It was unintentional, to laugh at his question. And yet, that didn’t stop the sound from spilling into the night, swirling above with the snow that had just begun to fall. They were both gentle in delivery, the flakes weightless and fluffy as they shone bright in the rays of moonlight that remained. The clouds were thick and glowing now, heavy under the weight of unfallen snow. Your voice was loud in the darkness, loud in comparison to the quiet worry that Cullen always held for you.

But, the world had become heavy, even in victory. Leading the Inquisition came with a price you kept to yourself, most days.

Heavy is the head, as they say.

“I don’t think I have a choice but to be, do I?”

His touch stills, and you both turn your eyes out towards the darkness, out into the world beyond Ferelden, beyond Orlais, where trouble is no doubt lurking. Somewhere, it’s hunting for you. It never stops.

The breath Cullen takes is unsteady, yet his tone remains soft. Tender. “In front of the Inquisition? Your troops and allies? No, I’m afraid not - the stakes. . . None of us have that luxery. Though -”

It’s gentle, when he pulls you into him. You breathe in the comfort of leather and sandalwood, the faint air of celebration and strong liquor still clinging to him for dear life. The hand that isn’t holding you rises to rub circles along your back. Traces soothing lines down your side to twine his fingers through your own. It doesn’t take long before you're burying your face into his furs.

Cullen says your name again, all quiet and warm and strong. “You have a choice with me. Always.” a kiss is pressed to your crown, and it lingers. Lingers. Lingers. “With all of us in your council, really. Just as we know we have a choice around you.”

Too soon are you creating space from one another, but Cullen is stepping back to tilt your chin up from the safety of him, to the uncharted glory of the sky. Snowflakes are swirling just a little bit quicker now, the wind coming to bite, rather than soothe. You bring your eyes down to meet his veiled amber gaze, breath shaking at the warm look he’s giving you now. It’s the one you’ve seen only  when you come home hurt.

You nod, the heaviness of your crown resting a little easier now. A little less heavy, but a little more snug. Cullen offers you a smile - something small, something aching, and he begins to tug you forward by the hand. You don’t fall into him again, because he’s walking backwards in time with your steps, back the way he had come.

“That’s it, love. What do you say we continue this back inside? It’s getting a little too cold for my taste.”

A smile of your own begins to take shape upon your lips. “Welcome to the dregs of the Inquisition, Commander. Most of us don’t have a shiny rack of Templar armor to cozy under, believe it or not.”

“Oh, is that what you think? That it is warmer than it is dreadfully heavy?,” he tugs you harder with the next step, and this time he has to catch you so you don’t trip. The noise of shock that pierces through the snowfall mixes with a laugh as Cullen keeps teasing. “I brave the cold to find you, and then you twist your dagger where you can, hm?”

“I suppose -” you begin. The grin spreading across your lips is coated in irony and dripping with sugary sweetness. “- someone other than Sera should keep you on your toes. Unless, of course, you’d rather I leave it all up to her and her bees-”

“Don’t you dare.”

“You didn’t like the bees?”

“Inquisitor.”

“Yes?”

“Maker’s breath - just - I - let’s go inside.” Cullen huffs, turning on his heels to leave you laughing in the face of the dark of the night. Snow was catching in his furs, his golden hair still glowing bright in the ethereal glow of snowfall - a beacon for you, in the darkness. The grip on your hand tightened, and you couldn’t help squeeze back, laughing an apology as you finally kept pace with his strides.

When you begin to shiver, the weight of a fur cloak is slung around your shoulders; the warmth burying you in a wave of peace - the first you’ve felt in months - and you rode that wave all the way to your quarters through dawn.

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A Desiring Flower

Request:  NSWF prompt: F!Reader getting bent over the wartable and fucked with a strap on by Leliana. I need that powerful woman to feel even more powerful as she takes me after spending most the day teasing me

A/N: I’m still getting used to writing smut, so I apologize if this isn’t all that you asked for. I did try my best with what limited knowledge I have. Hopefully, as I practice more of writing smut, I can get better.

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Leliana’s smirk was insatiable, and you glared hard at your spymaster, bringing your bottom lip between your teeth with a hard nibble. “You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” asked the Inquisitor, frowning.

“What ever do you mean, Your Worship?” The tapping finger’s arm rested on her other, and you can see, though hazy, she carried a small item in your hand - the conductor of this game.

It had been a day of torture for you. Pleasure stroke and bubbled at your naval, a fire that was inextinguishable and so small that it could only been seen as a flame. You leaned against the war table, hands pressed flat against the map-covered surface. A soft buzz whispered in your ears, like a sweet and cruel song that made your hands jittery and your breathing heavy. 

You pressed your thighs together, seeking some form of friction that could rub away at this heat. The pleasure that had weakly glimmered for most of the day, blossomed strongly and suddenly, and you stiffed a cry of pleasure with another nibble of your lip. Pleasure rushed like a wave through your mind, coursing. “Leliana.”

Dipping her hip a bit to the side, Leliana rested her weight on a leg, tilting her head. “Yes, my lady?” You could hear the amused tone fluttering in her accented voice, a chuckle bubbling from her chest. The undisguised pleasure before the sight before her mixed with the indifference of the Spymaster - pleasure and duty mixing as one, at the expense of yourself.

And you did not know if you should be angered or not. 

“Leliana.” You could feel the warmth beating between your legs, swarming strongly at your stomach. In the morning, it had been merely a tingle, but after hours of feeling the rune’s vibration against your clit, you felt ready to top pal over. Maker, I think even Cullen noticed. 

Your Commander of the Inquisition had spent most of the war meeting glancing away to the great doors behind you, never meeting your flustered gaze, and shifting from one foot to the other. Josephine had not fare any better, deciding that her clipboard was far more fascinating to anything that Leliana could say. You did not even try to speak during the meeting, only focusing on the pleasure that puddled at your naval and burned in the pit of your stomach.

But now, your other advisors had fled, muttering incoherent reasoning for their departure, and left you and amused spymaster alone. It had been just a silly suggestion that Leliana had brought up one night while you and her cuddled in the quietness of your bedchambers - a suggestion that you were slowly regret accepting. 

“Bend over.”

You threw your head back, eyes widen as you stared at Leliana’s suddenly expressionless features. The buzzing lessen, and your legs found some strength, stabilizing with the support of the large wooden table. But the heat still throbbed between your legs, and you could feel the slickness against your thighs. “Pardon?”

Leliana sauntered around the table, and her voice was hard and even-toned. “Bend over.” Steely, cool blue eyes fixed on you, wandering over your figure. “And pull down your breeches.”

Your fingers trembled as you unlaced the ties of your breeches. You saw as Leliana drifted away from the corner of your eyes, and you heard something rumble and shift behind you. You pushed down breeches and small clothes, and slipped the drenched rune out of you. Blushing heatedly, you could not help but stare. The soft, amber tendrils bent into hard, straight, and rigid lines, framing a softly flickering circle in the center. It still buzzed, but soft and weakly. 

Placing the toy on top of a piece of unused parchment, you bent over the war table. The cool and brittle golden map contrasted against the heat of your blushing cheeks, and you shifted your hips fro and back, anticipation building and mixing with the desire in your loins.  

Leliana’s hands wondered over your clothed back, and you shivered as her bare thumbs drew hard circles into your shoulder, sighing. For a moment, the arousal became secondary, pushed deep away from your mind. A sigh escaped your lips and your eyes fluttered close. 

Gentle pressure popped tighten muscles, and you could feel yourself become light and soft - airy, even. 

But it was soon dashed away with Leliana’s removal of her hands. You heard the rumbling of chain mail falling upon stone, echoing softly in your ears. Tugging on your bottom lip, your face flushed brighter. 

You felt the toy against your glistening folds. Your tugging became harder, more insistent as the mere graze of it sent a shiver up your spine. Balling your hands into fist, you moaned softly as Leliana slid the tip up and down, pressing little into you before pulling out. 

“Leliana, please. Stop teasing me.” Your whimpering plea seemed to echo in the near-empty war room. 

You heard her chuckle, like some soft echo in an empty valley, and a hand rested on your hips, fingers tightening and pressing hard and secure against flesh. 

Gasping, a low moan tumbled out of your mouth, as your folds spread for Leliana’s slow thrust. The hand that had been spent securing the stability of the toy rested on your shoulder, steadying you with a firmness that sent another shiver through your body.

When Leliana was fully sheathed inside you, flushed against your ass and thighs, she paused and allowed you to get used to the sudden fullness. You felt the burning of your cheeks erupt even further as your walls pulsed and tightened around the toy. 

Then, you felt empty as Leliana slowly departed. But only for a few moments until, with a swift and sharp thrust, the strap-on speared through your glistening folds and warm walls. A heavy moan filled the chambers, before being replaced with another as Leliana began a steady pace of thrusting in and out of you. She was silent, all expect with a few low grunts.

Like with everything with Leliana, it was a game. For a few brief moments, her thrusts came hard and swift, summoning moans and gasps and whimpers that you never knew you could make. Pleasure twirled in your stomach, spreading thickly throughout your body, making your mind numb and hazy. The Spymaster rolled her hips against you, before departing and than slamming once more. You bounced against the surface of the war table, clothed-covered, harden nipples grazing over the map as you balled your hands into fists with the parchment. 

Then other times, Leliana would slow herself, pacing almost loving into you. Dimly, you realized the power behind Leliana, the strength and firmness of her hands that never wavered from keeping you steady and secure, even if you bounced a little. Your mind was captivated, focusing on the soft grunts and low moans that came from behind you. The thought of a smirking Leliana watching as your ass bounces against her hips sent a blush to your cheeks and even louder moan into the warm air.

You gasped when you felt the flat of her thumb graze over your clit, her arm wrapping around your waist as the Spymaster pressed her front against her back. She was shirtless, you thought faintly. Her harden nipples pressed against your back, eliciting more fuel to your arousal. The small nub of your clit shot electricity throughout your body, mangling with the already pulsing pleasure from before.

Leliana’s name fell upon your lips over and over again, your brows furrowed together as you concentrated on everything that was Leliana: her scent, the feeling of her breasts against your back, the hard thrusts of her hips. 

“You’re mine,” Leliana growled in your ear. “Tu es à moi.”

You shuddered as your orgasm peaked. Quivering against the war table, your wetness coating the shaft of the toy, puffs and whimpers falling from your lips. Tears streaked your cheeks warmly. “Maker...”

You felt empty, all of the sudden, and then hands found your sides, and you were flipped over, back pressed against the parchment. 

Leliana was smirking, lining up up once more. Sliding the drenched tip up and down your slit, another soft moan weakly leaving your lips, Leliana said, “Who said we were done?”

She gave you no time to answer as she pushed passed your drenched folds once more, grabbing your wrists with a hand and throwing them above your head. Her eyes were darken with lust, as chilled, hungry, and predatory like a wolf.

Maker, you hoped Josephine had locked the door on her way out. 

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headcanon requests!

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