#loghain x reader

[fairyqueenfiction]

Currently in love with Loghain Mac Tir and Enver Gortash (Dragon Age and Baldurs Gate 3)

I really want to write for them but idk if anyone wants that at all, especially Loghain ... after reading The Stolen Throne, I am obsessed. This man needs some attention!!!

[multiverse-menagerie]

🌻Rule / Fandom List 🌻

🌻Rules🌻

above all, I maintain the right to Not write any request I don’t want to write. I know that sounds kind of snooty, I’m never going to delete an ask (unless it breaks the rules) but a request may go untouched by me if I don’t vibe with it

Character x reader ONLY (poly allowed)

No non-con/dub-con. No yandere. No NSFW (adult themes are fine)

reader is Gender Neutral unless requested otherwise

i generally write like reader is the character’s Significant Other (s/o). if you prefer otherwise, pls specify in your request

🌻Fandom List🌻

Fallout (New Vegas, 3, and 4 - mainly companions)

Dragon Age (not Oghren, Loghain, or Sebastian)

Horizon Zero Dawn / Forbidden West

Red Dead Redemption 2 (not Micah or Bill)

Marvel

Baldur’s Gate 3 (companions - minus Minsc, Jaheira, and Minthara) (Rolan, Dammon, and Zevlor)

Fruits Basket

MHA (students are written SFW, unless I mention they’re aged up)

One Piece (I’ve only seen live action and to Skypiea - currently watching!)

[ramblingandwritings]

Loghain Mac Tir relationship headcanons + NWS headcanons

My love for older men is never ending. 18+ for filth

He'll tell you plainly if something annoys him or if something needs to change, he's too old to ignore problems in a relationship

And on the flipside of that, if you have a problem then he wants to hear it, he doesn't mind if it results in an argument either. Better to work out a disagreement then a cold, slowly dying relationship due to lack of communication

Loghain is incredibly warm to sleep next to, the equivalent of a human space heater and you're going to wake pressed right next to him no matter what position the two of you originally fell asleep in. Basically he's great in winter but absolutely terrible to sleep next to in summer

He suffers from insomnia. He usually sleeps easier with you next to him but on nights where he still can't sleep then he takes a walk. He'll quietly apologize if he wakes you up while getting out of bed

He loves creampies and since he's now infertile due to being a Grey Warden, he doesn't have to worry about any consequences

Loghain is a bit bashful when sex is first brought up and it takes him a little bit to get comfortable talking about it frankly. It's an interesting contrast to how blunt he normally is

He enjoys having his balls sucked on, he won't come out and say it most of the time but he will guide you where he wants you

[casperthecuriouswriter]

So if you're comfortable writing for him can I get some Loghain x reader in here? He's an absolute son of a bitch but I care for him anyway

LOGHAIN X READER - A Bastard’s Reprieve 

1069 words

TW - mild cursing, references to some of the plot of origins, Loghain being kind of dickish, and as much hurt/comfort as I could figure out for him lmao. And OOC Loghain, I’ve never written him before, so bear with me. Also not beta read

Also, Grammarly is very upset with me because it doesn’t know half of what I was writing, and also its 10pm, and yeah. And I am so sorry for not actually answering the asks in my inbox, I swear I will try to get to them as fast as I can, quarantine has just been kicking my ass with depression, and then I’m also trying to get ready for college since I have to move in. AND I FIGURED OUT THE READ MORE LINK IT ONLY TOOK ME HOW LONG????

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You knew he was a bastard the moment you’d met him. The infamous Teyrn Loghain, who had fought alongside Maric in the war for Fereldan. A War Hero. Some hero, you thought, watching as he stalked angrily down the hall towards the castle library. You had come with the last of the Grey Wardens for the Landsmeet and knew full well that Alistair was itching at the chance for revenge. He’d deserve whatever he got, after letting the King, his King, his best friend and brother-in-arms’ son, his daughter’s husband, be brutally slaughtered by darkspawn. But still, your Fereldan heart ached at the thought of someone who had fought so hard for this country, dying by the blade of its only heir.

So you followed him.

Found him sitting, slumped over in a chair with his head in his hands as his shoulders heaved. What he had done, the lives he had sacrificed, he knew the blood was on his hands and his hands only. And you were sure that he was aware that Alistair would get his revenge, Duncan would get justice.

Loghain turned at the sound of your footsteps, and he glared at you as you propped your hip on the table beside him. “What do you want?” He practically growled, getting ready to shove off away from the table.

“You look like shit.”

He let out a dry, bark of a laugh, and ran his hand down the side of his face as he sighed heavily. For once, the Hero of River Dane was wearing something other than his usual heavy armor, and he looked smaller without it. He was still a big man, of that there was no doubt, but he looked, worn and tired. In the dim lighting of the library, parchment sprawled out in front of him with a dry quill and a sealed pot of ink, he looked ready to give up. “And I suppose you’ve come to mock me? I am well aware of what your, companion,” he spat, clearly referencing Alistair, “seeks to do. As much as he’d hate to know it, he certainly does act like his father.”

Furrowing your brow, you hopped up onto the table and crossed your arms. “No.” At his withering glare, you continued. “Honest. You were my best friend’s hero growing up, and, I mean, well, I suppose I feel guilty. Because of tomorrow.”

“I am not some Chantry Sister for you to confess your sins to.” Damn, you were starting to regret following him if this was all the conversation you were going to get out of him.

“Never said you were.” You sighed, holding back the urge to roll your eyes. “Look, Loghain, you did some horrible shit, not going to deny that. You’ve also had to deal with the weight of helping Anora and Cailan rule Fereldan. I’m not here to rub in the fact that there’s a high chance of you dying tomorrow.”

“You just did.”

“Not the point.” This time you did roll your eyes. “I just wanted to say that I hope you don’t die. And that, I’m sorry you had to go through everything and got manipulated by Howe. Lissa told me what he did, the right prick, and I know he fucked you over too.”

Loghain leaned back into the chair, dark and weary eyes looking up at you as you spoke. His lips were pulled tight into a frown, and the part of you that you were trying to tamp down wanted to reach forward and run your fingers across the wrinkles that formed on his forehead. “What are you playing at?”

“Not going to lie, I wanted to see how you were. You’ve been through some rough shit, and are bound to go through more. You may technically be my enemy according to, well, everyone, but it doesn’t mean you have to go through it alone.”

He snorted, raising one eyebrow and looking at you in a way that made your breath catch in your throat. The man before you paused, seemingly waiting for you to continue, but when you didn’t elaborate, he took that as a cue to stand. He moved towards the far end of the library, and it was then you noticed that you were the only two in the entire room. No guards posted at the doors, no scholars on the higher levels searching through the dusty old tomes, just you and him.

Loghain turned to you once he had reached the wide doors to the balcony, smirked, and gestured for you to follow. The faint light of the moon made the bruises under his eyes look so much darker, and you bit your lip as you waited for him to speak.

“What exactly were you expecting? When you came in here after me, wondering after my wellbeing like we’re friends. That Alistair wouldn’t be too pleased, now would he?”

You were silent, not answering him as you slowly lifted a hand, giving him plenty of time to move away or to grab your wrist, and cupped his cheek. Loghain’s body went rigid, a genuinely confused look gracing his stern features, before he leaned into your touch. You smiled sadly at his reaction, and ran your thumb along his cheekbone, your other hand quickly coming up to mimic the action on the other side of his face. You couldn’t remember when his wife had died, but with how content he looked with his face in your hands, you knew he hadn’t felt a friendly touch since.

“I had hoped you would let me comfort you, even just a little.”

He cracked his eyes open, hands coming up to cup yours where they were still on his cheeks. “I will die tomorrow, won’t I?”

The quiet, almost vulnerable sound of Loghain’s voice made you pull back and grab him into a hug. He sank down into the embrace, and you reached a hand up to card your fingers through his hair as the other drew small circles on his back. You couldn’t lie to him, couldn’t promise him that you would try to talk Alistair out of killing him, couldn’t promise that he would live to see the sunset tomorrow. So you held him, as tight as you could and for as long as you could.

Loghain would die tomorrow, one way or another. And there was nothing you could do.

[thethirdamell]

Tagged by @ushauz- For all you fanfic writers and readers out there, I’m curious to know what are some of your favorite AUs?

I really only read Dragon Age, and only like canon AUs. (Is it an AU if it’s not in an alternate universe? Does AU apply to anything that isn’t a straight retelling of the games/books?) It takes something really special to get me to read anything not in the canon setting. I also do not know the words for all of these AUs so I apologize if I appear a bit foolish explaining them. 

1) Canon Divergence - I really like anything that derails from the main story line and shows what could have been if only X Y or Z had happened, especially when it doesn’t follow the PC but a companion. I’m also especially fond of betraying companions. 

2) The Villain Wins / Apocalypse AU - The Darkspawn Chronicles are underrated. I love seeing how the story goes when the PC dies. Origins, Dragon Age 2, Inquisition - Whether it’s Corypheus or Loghain or the Archdemon or Meredith, I just want to watch the world burn and see how my favorites survive in the ashes.

3) Death/Reanimation AU - See above. A main character dying is everything to me. Whether or not they come back is optional but can sometimes be pretty fun. I think I just like to see the companions free of the PC in the worst of all possible ways and how they deal with things on their own.

Tags: @legoprime @ssryzor @allurasgrace @draegaa @arcanefeathers and/or anyone who wants to share but no pressure :) 

[pookamaluka]

Need to expand my fanfic horizons

Send me prompts for the following fandoms and pairings! I need writing practice.

The Wayhaven Chronicles -Male Det. & Mason -Fem. Det. & Felix -Fem Det. & Nate

Dragon Age -Male Trevelyan & Dorian -Male Lavellan & Josephine -Fem Cousland & Loghain -Fem Hawke & Fenris -Fem Hawke & Isabela -Male Hawke & Merrill -Male/Female Warden & Zevran -Male Tabris & Leliana -Male Lavellan & Iron Bull -Alistar & Anora

Mass Effect -Fem Shep & Garrus -Male Shep & Jack -Male Shep & Kaidan -Male Shep & Steve Cortez -Fem Ryder & Jaal

Harry Potter -Dramione -Luna x Blaise -Luna x Theo -Sirimione -Andromeda x Kingsley -Lucius x Narcissa

Gargoyles -Goliath x Elisa

Marvel (MCU) -Loki x Darcy -Loki x Reader -Bucky x Darcy -Bucky x Steve -Bucky x Reader

The Hobbit/LOTR -Thorin x Reader -Fili x Reader -Legolas x Reader

Zelda -Link x Sidon -Link x Gerudo Reader

Horizon -Aloy x Avad

Star Wars -Reylo -Poe x Finn

Predator -Yautja x Reader/OC

Game of Thrones (ASOIAF) -Jaime x Brienne -Tormund x Brienne -Jon x Daenerys  

Dresden Files -Harry x Karin

Legend of Korra -Korrasami

[sleepy-sunlight]

Along the Waves (Alistair x Warden/Reader)

While spending the night at Lake Calenhad Alistair wanders outside finding you too, unable to sleep. 

Word Count: 1070

Honestly I’ve only written Alistair once and that needs to change, so here we are!! 

Anyhow, thank you so much and have a terrific day!! Enjoy!! <3

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“Do you ever get tired dear?”

You twisted around to see the other Warden, yawning while he rubbed at his own murky eyes. 

“I used to sleep so often my father would say I was going into hibernation.” You simpered, lifting a stone from the shallow shore of Lake Calenhad, having decided to stay at the inn for the night. “I don’t like it much now.” 

Alistair grew quiet, frowning once he saw the faint mourning that painted your features, even in the pale moonlight that poured in overhead. 

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” You hummed. “I’m sorry if I did.” 

“What?” He scoffed, disbelieving at the very idea. “No, absolutely not. Morrigan’s snoring got me up if you’ll believe it.” 

You stifled a laugh. “I didn’t think you’d ever even considering sharing quarters with her.” 

“Oh Andraste’s blood no darling I don’t hate myself so much as to put myself through that sort of torture,” He scrunched up his nose at the very idea, appalled. “No no, she drank herself silly in the tavern – a whole two drinks if you can believe it! I woke up because of how loud she was.” 

“You best not let her hear you say that,” You snorted, your body relaxing for the first time in what felt like ages. 

“Well, you’re still supposed to kick her ass for me so I’m not too worried.” 

You shook your head, both of you grinning like fools. “You know I’m not actually going to do that right?” 

“Oh come on! She says your best friends once and now you won’t even beat her up for me?” He pouted mockingly, puffing out his cheeks indignantly. “I can’t believe this!” 

“If it helps, I’ll beat up Loghain for you.” 

“I think that may be the best news I’ve ever heard,” He amused lightly, staring at the rock held in your grasp, beginning to move closer to you. “Well, aside from a certain new recruit we got a sometime back.” 

You tried to hide the heat that rushed onto your cheeks, furrowing your brow the instant he met your gaze.

“Oh, not you of course. We had this new guy, Eddard, he was so funny always told these great jokes. I kind of got jealous when he started to steal my spot as the charming one though...” 

“What happened to him?” 

“Well see – you weren’t supposed to ask that question, so I hadn’t planned out his whole life story or anything. I was kind of thinking about a whole orphan thing though, would’ve been a lovely tale really.” 

“Yeah, I bet.” You snickered, your heart fluttering as he wound an arm around your waist to press a fond, light-hearted kiss on your cheek. 

“Ah but I think you ought to know what I really mean.” He purred, cocking his head to the side to stare out at the immense lake that stretched farther than the eye could see. 

And an idea popped into his head. 

“Have you ever skipped stones?” 

“Pardon?” 

“Here, let me show you,” He pulled away from you to take a stray stone from the graveled shore, crouching down just ahead of the smallest waves, throwing his arm back to flick it along the water. 

Your eyes widened like saucers as you watched it glide and hope against the surface of the lake, leaving your sight before it sank beneath. 

“How’d you do that?” 

“You’re telling me you’ve never done this?” 

“No... is it common?” 

He chuckled, debating with himself as he answered. “I thought so. I used to sneak out of Eamon’s to get to the shore to do this,” He folded his lips, pointing a finger at you humorously. “Don’t tell him that.” 

“Of course not.” 

He looked to you briefly with a sort of warmth you hadn’t known much in your life, brighter than the very sun yet somehow softer than the finest silks. 

You couldn't get enough of it. 

“Come here, let me show you.” 

He gestured to you, settling beside you as an arm ribboned around your side and the other entwined with your hand, the pebble still held in your grasp. 

“Alright, spread your feet and crouch down.” He murmured, snickering as you awkwardly obliged, nodding along faintly.

“Now... just bend your wrist...” He drew it back, loosening your grip, before continuing. “And throw it!” 

He cast your arm forward, everything about you lighting up like a flame as it rippled across the water, each little tap lifting the corners of your mouth just a tad bit more than before.

 “You did it!” 

“I did it!” 

You practically jumped into him, embracing him as he lifted you just a bit off the ground in your excitement, never quite letting go of you even while he set you down.

“Could we do that again?” 

“You really like it that much?” He inquired, sniggering. 

“Well... I like it with you!” 

He gawked at you in absolute shock, his lips parting to speak despite no words escaping him, as though he had never heard such a thing before in his life. 

“R-Really?” He eventually mustered, his tone lightening like a delighted child. 

“There’s no one else I’d rather be with!” 

His heart practically melted on the spot, a wide, toothy grin spreading across his face as whatever filter he claimed to have disappeared. 

“Oh, Andraste only knows how much I love you. It amazes me, you know that don’t you? Because it does.” 

It didn’t even take a second to respond.

“I love you too, and don’t you forget that.” You laughed softly, feeling him sink against you easier than one could breathe as you pressed a tender kiss to his lips, fingertips weaving in his messy ruffles of hair. 

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” 

[a-gay-bloodmage]

—Where’s the dress?—

For @zevranology‘s #Zevwarden week

Pairing: Zevran x Male Amell Warden ((Side of platonic Leliana x Warden))

Pairing Type: M/M

Words: 3,880

Warnings: Blood Magic/Mind manipulation, Cross-Dressing, use of OC’s name

Shoutout to my proof-reader and tired friend @winchesterhorizon for helping!

“What do you mean? How is it now that you’re not fit to do anything?” Zevran was watching his Warden slowly lose his mind. They’d been assigned a job from the dear old Arl of Redcliffe to infiltrate a party, and steal some very important documents. Something to do with nobles, torture, Loghain, and Howe.

Very fun things.

Although, if he were to ask his Warden, nothing was fun about any of this, and running errands for the Arl is as bad as the rack. Although, moods tended to go south fast when one of two people needed for the job was currently lying on a bed of furs with her leg crushed. Leliana had been quite unfortunate in their last encounter with the Darkspawn, and had gotten one of her lovely legs caught under a fallen ogre.

Now that wasn’t fun at all.

“Dear,” Zevran said, placing his hand on his Warden’s shoulder, directing him to a log by the firepit to sit down. “Just breathe, we’ll figure something out!” He was smiling a very fake smile. “Since when have we ever failed a mission simply because one of us wasn’t up to the job?”

“If you’re referencing the time our lovely Alistair got food poisoning and we had to take Shale to run errands for the Chantry, I will tell you now, that was different!” The Warden, a mage named Redren, wasn’t often the most pleasant person. He had a fairly short temper most of the time, and despite his soft face and frail-looking body, he was Hell on Earth when he was angry.

“If I may,” Leliana piped up, “it might be best to replace me with Morrigan, as, well, she’s the only other young lady we have. Sorry Wynne.”

“No need to apologize, I am aware I’m aged,” Wynne commented.

“As I told you,” Morrigan snarled. “I have no interest going to this party for such trivial things. If ‘tis truly so important, can we not just break in and take these papers? There is no need for polite society in war.” Zevran would’ve been inclined to agree, but he of all people knew that sometimes, playing to ‘polite society’ was the only way to get a job done efficiently. If torturers could be counted as members of a polite society.

“Lovely Morrigan,” Zevran said, sitting down on the log next to Redren, keeping his hand on the fuming mage. “This is an operation of stealth, and all we need to do is figure a way out of this current crisis. I am sure we will come up with something, as I cannot recall an incident where we did not.”

“Zevran,” Redren sighed, sounding calmer, but defeated. “Leliana said, very clearly in her note that she was a member of the noble Sarina family, and that she was a ‘fair-skinned, red-haired maiden,’ and that she was to be accompanied by her elven servant. And last I checked, we have no other fair-skinned, red-haired maiden on hand!” Redren was back to fuming, and knowing him, Zevran knew it wasn’t really because of how this mission was likely going to be a bust, but more of the fact that he blamed himself for not protecting Leliana in battle as well as he thought he could’ve. But in truth, accidents did sometimes happen, and nothing could be changed now, so it only made matters worse to dwell on unchangeable things. As he sat thinking of what to say, he couldn’t help but notice he was sitting next to another fair-skinned, red-haired person. An idea sprung forth, and he couldn’t help the snort that broke the relative silence of the morning.

“Something funny, Zevran?” Redren asked, not exactly happily.

“Not funny per se, but rather, well, interesting.” He explained. “I have an idea, but I’m not too sure you’ll be very fond of it.”

“If it helps fix this mess, I’m willing to do damn near anything! So spit it out.”

Zevran was holding onto hope that the Warden’s feelings for him would help him listen. He and Redren had been together for a while, both of them truly smitten with each other. He only hoped that his love was still there as strong as before, since their relationship had hit a bad bump a month back.

“I propose that we work with what we do have,” he started. “We may only have one fair-skinned, red-haired maiden, but we also have a fair-skinned, red-haired man.”

“You’re joking.” Redren said, both as a statement and a question. “You have to be joking.”

“I am afraid I am not, my dearest Warden,” Zevran replied. “But unless anybody else comes up with a better plan, mine is all we have.”

Redren just buried his head in his hands. Zevran wasn’t the best at comforting men right before they lost a good chunk of their remaining masculinity, so he decided to just pat his Warden on the back.

He heaved a heavy sigh before he spoke. “Where’s the dress?”

..

Redren was thankfully only an inch taller than Leliana, standing at 5'9" over her 5'8". Zevran couldn’t exactly hear what was going on in Leliana’s tent, but based on the sudden squeal of Maker, woman! That’s bloody tight! it was safe to assume that Leliana had just yanked the laces on the corset. Zevran, on the other hand, was easily putting on his dress clothes, which were a lovely deep red, with gold, black, and white. Not to mention, actually comfortable. He assumed Redren wasn’t as happy with his outfit. He left his tent, and sat by the fire, where Alistair was sitting with Oghren and Morrigan. Wynne was taking a nap, and Shale was on patrol with Sten and Dog, Redren’s mabari.

“He sounds like he’s having a lot of fun in there, eh?” Oghren laughed, just as another yell was heard, this time something about a brassiere and Andraste’s flaming breasts. “But I suppose being dressed up and touched all over by a woman as beautiful as that one is comes at a price, huh? Lucky him!”

“Oghren,” Alistair whispered, not so quietly. “He’s gay, remember?”

“Ancestors, yeah.” He paused, thinking. “So he’s doing all this for free? That kid’s a sodding soldier!”

Zevran couldn’t help but laugh at their conversation. Overhearing dialogues from confused heterosexual men was always fun. Just as he opened his mouth to make a dirty comment about just what they were missing out on, they all jumped as Redren squealed again. This time, they very clearly heard Leliana yelling back.

“How long has it been since you brushed your hair?!”

“I don’t know!”

“Do you even own a hairbrush?!”

“Why would I?!”

“Because your hair’s longer than mine, and I just hit a knot the size of a curled up mouse in this rat’s nest!”

All three of the men by the fire snickered at the exchange. As soft as his face was, Redren was certainly no dainty lady. Even Morrigan looked amused, likely due to the pain their Warden was suffering though, the sadist.

It was about midday, which gave Zevran and Redren about three more hours before they had to head out. They’d be walking to the traitorous noble’s manor, about five miles north. A good two hour walk if they stoped for a quick break halfway. If Leliana had her way, however, Redren would be in that tent for another three years getting his hair brushed.

While Redren was busy getting non-consensualy and mildly violently pampered, Zevran was sharpening two of his smaller daggers. He knew that if things got ugly, he’d need to pull them out quickly, so he decided to store them on the inside of his trousers, hooked onto his belt. Whether or not it was agreed on, Zevran’d have to play bodyguard for Redren tonight, as the mage was not only in a less than combat-ready outfit, but he wouldn’t have his staff. As a weapon of both increased magical power and blunt force, Redren would be basically naked without his precious stick. Unfortunately, this wasn’t the kind of nakedness that Zevran enjoyed. Of course, Redren could still use magic without his staff, but it wasn’t as strong as it would be otherwise.

Then again, that statement wasn’t entirely false. To his knowledge, at least.

Zevran remembered reading something a while back, when he was training to take out a group of Blood Mages that had been ruining someone’s plans of political corruption. The research had said that Blood Mages had no need of staffs when performing Blood Magic, and that a simple drop of a victim’s blood was enough to manipulate the target. Blood Mages were the most dangerous of all magic users, and Redren happened to be such a mage.

There were many aspects of magic Zevran didn’t understand. Many aspects. He’d never had any practical need for such knowledge in life. So when he realized that the Grey Warden was a mage, he’d been more excited than before. He took the offer faster than he would have otherwise. What better way to die then at the hands of an unknown enemy with unknown powers? Of course, things hadn’t gone as according to plan, but even as he traveled alongside his Warden, there’d always been a slight air of mystery around him. Magic was a big part of Dalish culture, of course, so it had fascinated him growing up, like every other aspect of the wild elves. Eventually, some of the mysteries of Redren were solved, like what sounds he made when Zevran got just the right angle, or what he looked like after a couple hours of frenzied lovemaking. Those were especially fun to discover.

What wasn’t so fun was learning the man he’d shared his bed with, his secrets with, was a practitioner of the most forbidden magic of all. It’d only been about a month since they found out, and yet it was still so hushed, so taboo, nobody really spoke of it. Of course, they all had at the beginning, leading to a lot of crying, confessions of murder bordering on slaughter, and the newfound knowledge that many Blood Mages never chose to be they way that they were, and that sometimes, a mage is simply born a blood mage. That had been a very strange couple of hours.

“Zevran!” He heard Alistair yell, snapping him out of his thoughts. He was painfully aware of how comfortable he was getting in their little camp, frustrated how his mind wandered sometimes. An assassin’s mind shouldn’t ever wander, but then again, he wasn’t an assassin anymore, and– doing it again!

“Yes, Alistair?” Zevran asked, setting his razor-sharp blades to the side.

“Are you really comfortable with this whole thing?” Alistair’s voice was hushed, and Zevran noticed it was only him and Alistair by the fire. The others must’ve left a while ago.

“'Thing’ is a very broad term, so I ask you elaborate.”

“This whole, you know,” he gestured to Leliana’s tent. “Not just the, well, the making a man dress like a woman, but the whole, traveling alone with him.” Zevran could tell easily that Alistair was nervous.

“Well, if anything, I find the idea of dressing up a handsome man into a beautiful woman quite fun, as it’s certainly a good mix of my tastes!” He laughed. “But as for traveling alone with him, why do you talk like something bad will happen? I’m quite confident in both our abilities to handle ourselves.”

“See, that’s what I’m talking about!” Alistair’s voice was a bit shaky. “His abilities, aren’t you nervous being alone with him? Maker knows I’d be,” he whispered.

“Alistair,” Zevran sighed. ���I trust him. It may sound crazy, but I have faith he can control his powers. I understand that sometimes, he’s not the most level-headed person, but I don’t believe he’s unable to control his magic. You can’t deny he did very well before we knew.” His voice was a bit harsh, as he was trying to calm two people at once. Zevran hated how apprehensive he was at the idea of being alone with Redren, something he never truly worried about before. He’d known the man for about six months, but only recently had he been, apprehensive. Redren had been nervous as well, hardly acting like he used to. If anything, Zevran thought, the only one who he truly acts the same around is Leliana. She was upset, sure, but for some reason, they always got along so well… He tried not to think about it.

“Alright!” A sing-song voice announced. Zevran turned to look at Leliana, who hobbled out of the tent on a makeshift crutch. “I present to you, the lovely young lady that shall be taking my place tonight!”

As the Warden walked out of the tent, Zevran actually felt his jaw drop. That did not look like his Warden.

Redren’s long ginger hair was brushed, trimmed at the ends, even, his bangs finally falling evenly, covering his fairly unattractive black eyebrows. His waist was cinched, and the dark, blood red dress filled out for the curves he didn’t have. Zevran even noticed that Leliana had likely stuffed one of her own brassieres to give him a noticeable bust.

“Would you all kindly stop staring?” He grumbled, his voice the same, despite the rouge on his lips and cheeks. His bright eyes had dark shadow on them as well, making their green colour that much more vibrant.

“Maker,” Alistair said in an exhale. “Is it a compliment to say that I find you attractive as a woman?” Redren’s eyes widened a bit at that, probably not expecting Alistair to acknowledge that he actually looked good out loud.

“Uh, sure?” He shrugged. “I don’t exactly feel like a lady, but hopefully this’ll fool them long enough.”

“I have found a problem,” Morrigan piped up from a couple feet away from the fire. “We did not inform our lovely targets that their maiden was mute. As ladylike as you appear, your voice, well, 'tis still that of a man.”

“Oh, that’s simple enough.” Redren smiled rolling his eyes. He cleared his throat, and spoke, several octaves higher. “It’s not too hard for me to do a woman’s voice. I just sound like a have a little bit of a cold!”

“You,” Oghren mumbled. “Are too full of surprises for me, woman. I’m taking a nap.” The dwarf waddled off back to his tent, muttering something about women, liars, and never again.

“Well,” Zevran started, still in slight shock. “May I say you look lovely? My compliments to Miss Leliana, too, of course, I never thought any mortal could brush that hair!”

“It was a struggle, that’s for sure!” She laughed. “Now, I think it’s time for you two to head out. Don’t want to be late!” She gave Redren a kiss on the cheek as she cupped her hand around the other side of his face. “Have fun and don’t get killed!” Her smile was bright, but Zevran could see in her eyes that she was worried.

..

When they were about ten minutes down the winding forest road, Zevran finally spoke up.

“I really do mean it, you look very nice.” Zevran could hardly take his eyes off of Redren’s painted lips.

“Thanks,” Redren said with a shrug. “It’s just that, this is a bit weird. I’m not exactly a girl, so it’s really strange to be complimented like I am one.”

“Understandable,” Zevran nodded. “But for what it’s worth, you look nice in your everyday dress, too!”

“Robe, Zevran.” Redren chuckled. “Not a dress.”

“Fine. Would you prefer I say I find you stunning with no pants on?”

“Oh, now you’re teasing!” Redren lightly elbowed Zevran in the shoulder, making the elf laugh.

They both fell quiet, walking down the forest path.

Redren cleared his throat quietly, pausing before he said anything.

“And, I, I think you look good in that.” Zevran was a bit taken aback at Redren’s shyness. Just a month ago, there wouldn’t have been any hint of hesitancy in his voice.

“Thank you,” Zevran smiled. “And may I ask a favor of you?” Redren paused in his walking for a moment, turning to look at Zevran.

“Sure,” he responded, still hesitant.

Zevran reached out to grab Redren’s gloved hand with his own. He intertwined their fingers, soft brown leather rubbing against black cloth. Zevran noticed the softening of Redren’s posture, his shoulders less tense than before.

“Let’s get back to walking, now, no?”

Redren responded with a shy smile, something Zevran would never tell him looked absolutely adorable on his current feminine face.

..

If anything in the world was obvious, it was that there were certain groups of people Redren hated. Zevran watched him with amusement, entertained at how the Warden could curl his lip into a disgusted snarl as soon as a noble woman blinked, but revert back to a sickly sweet smile as soon as a lady turned around. Zevran knew some of the nobility could be oblivious to their surroundings, having been raised in palaces their whole lives. That’s not to say they were easy targets, however, their personal armies of guards made sure of that. Watching Redren actually speak with the noble ladies was certainly a slight.

“Oh, did you hear of the mess that Circle on Calenhad got into? Demons! Honestly, they should’ve just let those abominations burn!” Zevran watched Redren with careful eyes, seriously afraid his temper would get the best of him.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Redren replied, his false voice dripping with poisonous sweetness, “I happen to think mages are quite useful!” Zevran was interested to see where this was going. “I mean, without them, we’d have to deal with the Templars ourselves!” The noble woman he was talking to burst out in laughter, nasally with the distinct hint of inbreeding.

“Ha! Certainly! I can’t imagine the horror of more of those men without those magic freaks to play with! Did I mention that once…” she launched into a lengthy story that involved a Knight Commander, Lyrium, and group sex, and Zevran could see Redren’s eyes slowly glaze over as he nodded his head smiling.

Eventually, the woman shut up, wandering over to an elven servant to grab more wine and bother someone else. He couldn’t help but watch her walk away, her hips full, having never once faced going hungry in her life.

“Okay, it’s nine o'clock,” Redren whispered to Zevran. “Just follow me, I’ll persuade her.” With those words, they began to work their way to their target, the Lady Redthorn. She was wealthy, powerful and beautiful, but unlike the other brainless women she entertained, she was known to be as sharp as an assassin’s blade. Zevran didn’t like these sorts of targets, and since they were out in the open, slitting her throat quick wasn’t an option. Unfortunately for him, Zevran wasn’t given any sort of instruction other than trust me, something that wasn’t as easily to do now as before. As his mind was racing with plans, he didn’t get time to think before Redren spoke.

“Lady Redthorn?” He began, his voice sweet, but lower than before. “As much as I appreciate the décor, I’m afraid I wish to speak to you-” he placed a gloved hand on her shoulder as he whispered. “- in private.”

“Oh?” She purred, a thin black eyebrow raised. “And what may this be about?”

For as prudish as he acted sometimes, Zevran couldn’t help but feel complete surprise as he watched Redren play something eerily similar to a seducer.

“I wouldn’t wish to speak to you in private if I could simply say it in the open, yes?” His grip on her shoulder tightened, his eyes growing slightly colder. “And I truly do wish you do as I desire, my lady.” The noble woman nodded, and Zevran noticed how she swallowed hard.

“Of course. My room?”

“That would be wonderful,” Redren grinned, his smile dark. Zevran had to truly will his feet to follow, as despite being beautifully and daintily dressed, the man was still a Blood Mage, and very, very terrifying.

As they walked down the darkened corridors, Zevran noticed Redren slipping a needle out of his long sleeve, the candlelight glinting off the smooth silver surface. Zevran saw Redren’s smile widen as he quickly plunged the needle into Lady Redthorn’s neck, pulling it back out in less than a second.

“What was-”

“Hush,” Redren whispered, placing a gloved finger to her lips. “Now,” he said, pulling a glove off by his teeth, “I’m going to ask you,” he put his finger to the tiny hole on the back of her neck, smearing blood onto his skin, “to cooperate with-” he ran his tongue along the blood-tainted finger, “- me.”

“No!” She whispered, her voice shaking. “I refu-” the word died in her throat.

“Now, if you’d be so kind,” Redren said, his voice dropping back to normal. “I’d like to see those papers of yours talking about how your precious family is conspiring with Loghain and Howe, and torturing innocents that stand up to you, okay?”

A whisper of yessir was hardly heard over the blood rushing in Zevran’s ears.

So this is blood magic, he thought, following Redren and Lady Redthorn nearly mindlessly. Everyone was right, this is terrifying!

He hardly realized they were at the Lady Redthorn’s chambers until she numbly swung the door open. She walked over to a desk, unlocking a drawer with a key hidden underneath a paperweight. Pulling out the papers, she handed them to Redren, and Zevran could see how glazed over and bloodshot her eyes were.

“Thank you,” he heard Redren whisper as he put his hands on either side of her face, giving her two quick pats. “Now, if anybody asks why we left early, it’s because I wasn’t feeling well. You won’t remember anything about what I did to you, understood?”

Yessir.

“Good girl. Now, why don’t you get some sleep?” At his words, Lady Redthorn fell backward onto her bed, long black hair sprawled around her like a pool of inky blood.

Redren turned to Zevran, letting out a heavy breath. He closed his eyes for one, two, three seconds, before opening them and staring into Zevran’s.

“That was,” Zevran paused, noticing how Redren hung onto every word, searching for approval. “Quite impressive.” Redren broke into a wide, dorky smile, leaning forward to give Zevran a sloppy kiss, the first one he’d given the elf in a month. The rouge on his lips smeared across both their faces, and despite the lingering terror he felt, the sight of his Warden’s smile pushed it deep inside. He could tell that Redren was ecstatic, positively glowing in the slightest praise.

“Let’s get out of here, shall we?” Zevran laughed, taking Redren’s now bare hand.

“Good idea!”

And as they ran along the winding forest path, Redren holding Zevran in one hand and his shoes in another, Zevran couldn’t help but realize that it didn’t matter what his Warden was, what magic he practiced, or what he wore.

He loved his Warden.

[brightflight]

@makerbound from X

Hawke reached out and took the report, but she didn’t bother reading it. She would later, maybe, since it seemed Cassandra wanted her to. But Hawke was sick and bloody tired of having everything she’d ever done written down like this, flayed and exposed and set out for everyone to see and judge. They thought they knew her, every single one of them. Varric’s readers, his fans. They read his Tale and they thought they knew her.

They didn’t. Couldn’t. How could reading his book -- or a dry, soldierly report -- ever let you know what it had been like to live it? To make all those choices, and to make all those fucking mistakes? Armchair historians were already picking over her exploits as though they were no more important than... than mere plot points in Hard in Hightown, and not things she’d lived and bled for.

“They’ll twist it anyway,” she told Cassandra. They’d just claim the Seeker’s report demonstrated bias, or they’d find some way to cast doubt on its provenance. Stories had lives of their own, and facts had only a glancing acquaintance with them, most of the time. The stories would spread, and they’d change with the telling. People would write songs and then forget the lyrics and change those, too. And all the while, Cass’s report would sit in some archive, handled only by scholars.

Fuck, when did I get so pessimistic? Hawke asked herself, wearily. She was meant to be Margaux fucking Hawke, the Champion of Kirkwall... not some bitter old woman chewing over past injustices like so much inedible gristle. She scrubbed a careless hand back through her short hair and shook her head. It was Loghain, probably. She’d had her problems with the old man, but he’d been something like a friend, too. It didn’t sit well with her to lose someone else, no matter who... and especially not when he’d died for her sake as much as anything. Or in her place, either way.

She straightened up. Her own fall into dark silence well matched that of the tall warrior, she noted belatedly. An old weariness seized her, but she was Margaux fucking Hawke and that meant she didn’t walk away from people who were hurting.

“What is it, Seeker?”

[casperthecuriouswriter]

MASTERLIST

all reader inserts are gender neutral unless otherwise stated

The Witcher

- Oh, Love, but We were Fools - Jaskier x slight dom!Reader - 

     Summary:  Jaskier’s flirting is as much a part of his personality as his music. You love him, but damn if he isn’t the most oblivious fool there is. When you catch him flirting after a performance, you decide to take matters (and the Bard) into your own hands.

- Jaskier x Nymph!Reader -

     Summary: Reader is a nymph who is found injured in the forest by Jaskier and Geralt. 

Dragon Age

- A Bastard’s Reprieve -  Loghain x Reader

     Summary: He may be an ass, but no one deserves to die alone.

Beetlejuice the Musical

- Beej is Best Boy - platonic!Beetlejuice x Reader

     Summary: Your parents fight takes a turn, and they start blaming you for their problems. In a moment of panic, you call to Beetlejuice for help. ft. platonic cuddles