#male lavellan x cassandra

[bryants-things]

Another one shot from Dragon Age since I started the game all over again:

This is from the Hinterlands they have just talked to Mother Giselle. This Lavellan speaks very little common tongue. He’s scared and doesn’t want to give the Seeker any excuse to make him tranquil so he keeps things to himself even injuries. This little text is Casandra seeing our sleeping herald in a different light for the first time.

Cassandra stretch, it must have been nearly two hours now? It’s hard to to tell in the dark. She bitterly regret taking third guard shift. She prefers being first or last. But the Herald made it clear he wanted first shift. As much as he could make it anyway. His common tongue is awful, and littered with eleven. And it’s not always easy to understand him.

There is only two tents in this stupid camp just of Redclif farm, and she is not sharing with Varric, which means she got the Herald. Cassandra know nothing of the Dalish and she does not trust mages. So the less time she has to spend sleeping next to the knife ear the better. She would never call him that out loud of course. And although she has seen no proof of him killing the Divine. She can not bring herself to trust him. And why should she? He’s a mage and a en elf..

He’s everything she’s been taught to fear and hate. And he is not exactly trusting himself. All jumpy and wired his ears constantly moving and flicking like a scared dear. He clearly does not like humans much and Cassandra need to keep an eye out. She’s here to make sure he doesn’t run off at first opportunity or die closing a small rift, he’s a means to an end nothing more.

Light footsteps break her thoughts, it’s Solas who’s come to take his shift.

“All is well I hope?” He gives her a gentle smile.

She’s not sure she trusts Solas either but she trust him more than the Herald.

“Yes nothing to report”.

“Good get some rest Lady Seeker. And you needn’t worry our Dalish friend is asleep.”

Cassandra huffs and walk of. She holds the lantern high so she can see.

The light dance on the red Canvas and she can make out the shape of him on the left side. She sets the lantern just outside and get in, allowing her eyes to adjust to the dark. His head is away from the entrance, the cascade of read hair is everywhere, how can a man have this much hair? She wonders. He’s on his belly, face towards her.

She can se the white tattoo on his face. And she just now realises that his tattoo stretch under his jaw and along the neck where it fan out to his shoulders.

He’s not wearing a shirt, or much of anything she guess. The bed roll cover his back but not his legs which are bare as well.

Sweet Andraste elves do not value modesty.

She must admit to some curiosity however.

She has never seen what a knife ear actually look like. She can’t help herself and let her eyes wander the length of his body.

To her surprise he is well built at least from what she can see. Long lean muscles in his arms and legs, his pointed ears move slightly when he breathes. She guess that he relax the muscles in his ears when he sleeps.

His left hand stretched out above his head, even with his palm towards the earth she can still see the glow of the anchor. His arm is scattered with wounds; thin red lines zigzagging up to his elbow. It must be from the conclave.

His right arm is tucked underneath the pillow, Cassandra suddenly notice his right leg. There’s long deep wounds from his knee to his foot. A Sylvain, by the look of it.

Fresh as well, he must have gotten clawed when the fought the demon possessed wolfs. She taught she heard him cry out in pain.

And somehow he walked all this way without saying a word. He’s cleaned it up and left his leg out to give the wounds air, to avoid an infection.

He groans in his sleep and roll over to his back. Cassandra can feel her cheeks burn, but to her relief he is wearing his small clothes.

Not that she should be looking anyway. She is Cassandra Penthgast ;right hand of the Devine a Seeker of truth not some bar wench. And he is a knife ear ;a savage Dalish from across the sea. A tool to close the breach nothing more.

Still she sneaks a peek, solid muscles in his chest a long rib cage. A lot more ribs than humans she guess. And again the tattoo fans out just under his collarbone which are more slanted than a humans. And meet at his solaris plexus in the same pattern as his face. The white lines are a stark contrast to his tanned skin.

She won’t say it’s beautiful but it’s certainly eye catching.

She can se the stitches at the bottom of his rib cage this she know is from the conclave. Adan had to remove 4 ribs or like he said it “pick out pieces of crushed bone. It’s going to scar.

She let her eyes wander to his hips, and suck in air as to stop herself from looking anymore. His ears flicker and he looks at her. His elven eyes glow in the dark. The first time she saw it, was in Haven’s dungeon and she couldn’t stop herself from thinking demon. But according to Leliana elves can see in the dark like cats.

So now she’s more prepared, “Lady Seeker?”

His voice thick with sleep.

“Yes.” She responds, and lies down still in her shirt and trousers. She value her modesty even he does not.

He chuckles and rolls over with his back towards her. She can hear his breath becoming even. He must trust her a little? Being willing to sleep safely next to her. She breathes and take her trousers of at least. He clearly has no plans to hurt her, maybe it’s more to this Dalish savage? At the bare minimum he seem to have manners.

[marymunchkiin]

"If you wanted to be kissed like that more often you could have just asked me, Seeker."

"Behave yourself, Lavellan."

[first-warden]

When you're an amnesiac Grey Warden and your #1 fanboy finds out you aren't actually ten years dead.

[crackinglamb]

Chapters: 6/43 Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dragon Age - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: The Iron Bull (Dragon Age)/Original Female Character(s), Female Inquisitor/The Iron Bull (Dragon Age), Female Inquisitor & Solas (Dragon Age) Characters: Mira Foret, Leliana (Dragon Age), Male Lavellan (Dragon Age), Cassandra Pentaghast, Varric Tethras, Solas (Dragon Age), Cremisius "Krem" Aclassi, The Iron Bull (Dragon Age), Original Characters, Vivienne (Dragon Age), Sera (Dragon Age), Josephine Montilyet, Dorian Pavus, Male Hawke (Dragon Age), Merrill (Dragon Age), Loghain Mac Tir, Cole (Dragon Age), Blackwall (Dragon Age), Cullen Rutherford, Kieran (Dragon Age), Morrigan (Dragon Age), Flemeth (Dragon Age), Corypheus (Dragon Age) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Modern Girl in Thedas, Established Relationship, Open Relationships, Aromantic spectrum, Mira Is a Charger and a Healer, Mira Has Some Knowledge of Events, Explicit Sexual Content, Size Difference, Service Top Bull, soft domming, Aftercare, Just Because Bull is a Masochist Doesn't Mean He's a Sadist, Eye Trauma, Temporary Character Death, Canon-Typical Violence, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Found Family, Childbirth, Background Relationships, Platonic love is important too, Additional Warnings In Author's Note Series: Part 2 of Driftwood Summary:

Mira Foret has left behind her life with the Chargers. But that was only the beginning of her tale. The Inquisition awaits.

 NSFW will be marked with**. Beta'd by Iron_Angel.

Updates on Mondays.

Chapter 6 - Setting the Record Straight

He dropped his head closer to her and murmured, “How was the meeting?”

She sat back and glared at him for a moment.  He didn't need to ask, she was positive it was written in every line of her body language.  But Bull had a penchant for making her say things aloud that she'd rather not.  Still, she kept her voice down.  “We mostly talked about you, Hissrad.”

He nodded as if he completely understood the fine line of distinction between the Ben-Hassrath and the merc captain.  As well he should; he was the one treading it.  “Explains your mood.”

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[anneapocalypse]

April Recs!

I think my recs this month have a few different themes in common: choice, consequences, loss, and also a reimagining or deepening of some aspect of canon. I had a hard time coming up with a pithy thematic title for this post, but I can certainly say that all of these fics have given me a fresh or deeper perspective on characters and events in the Dragon Age universe! I'm excited to rec them all, and I hope that you'll enjoy them too.

As always, please check the full tags and warnings on AO3.

Counting Paces by XerosXVI. Male Lavellan/Cassandra, and other companions. Varlas Lavellan struggles to come to terms with the death of his clan, and to connect with the friends who both can and cannot understand. I think it really effectively explores the aftermath of the tragic end of the Clan Lavellan plotline, in a way the game does not. Warning for family deaths and grief. 8500 words, rated T.

The Old Gods of Serault by hes5thlazarus. Felassan & Imshael, and some other people. Sundered from his body, Felassan wanders, coming across an old acquaintance in the Tirashan Forest. A fantastic and fantastical fic that brings these minor characters and a part of the world we've never seen vividly to life in weird and wonderful ways. Warning for descriptions of mycelium and body-horror-adjacent things. 3500 words, rated T.

Halliserre, Half Sister by Cryptographic_Delurk. Jowan/Lily, unrequited Female Surana/Jowan, a hint of Surana/Lily. In this story, Halliserre Surana has escaped the Circle Tower with Jowan and Lily, and now wonders what future awaits her with the blood mage she loves and the woman he loves instead. I really love this deeper look at these three characters and their complicated relationships. Warning for unrequited feelings and unplanned pregnancy. 3200 words, rated M.

three truths and a lie (Orphaned work). Cassandra, Leliana, and Varric. Cassandra has asked many times and in many ways what really happened to Orsino. One day, following Hawke's death, Varric finally tells her. Hands-down my favorite reimagining of the end of DA2. Warning for violence, eye trauma. 1800 words, rated G.

For Love of the People by @ammoniteflesh. Female Mahariel & the Dalish at Arlathvhen, with a side of Mahariel/Morrigan. Ghila Mahariel, who defiled the Sacred Ashes of Andraste in vengeance for her people, meets her people again, and faces their reactions, both positive and negative. It's a really interesting exploration of that game choice from the perspective of a Dalish Warden. 1300 words, rated G.

Happy April, friends, and happy reading.

[rilamelafin]

May I Be Your Shield

Fandom: Dragon Age Inquisition Rating: T Pairing: Cullen x Female Lavellan Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Here Lies the Abyss, Protectiveness, Non-sexual intimacy References Male Lavellan as the twin brother of Female Lavellan, who died during the Conclave.

[Read on AO3]

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The tremble in Cullen’s hands had nothing to do with the way his body craved lyrium, and everything to do with the Inquisitor disappearing through a Fade Rift. He had heard from his men about what had happened at the top of Adamant Fortress. The corrupted dragon under Corypheus’ control had attacked, and the floor had crumbled underfoot. The Inquisitor, Cassandra, Cole, The Iron Bull, Warden Stroud, and Hawke had all fallen, and then a flash of green light had enveloped them. Mere moments later, they had returned through the Rift at the ritual site, and Neddirra had sealed it closed behind her. Warden Stroud had not made it back with them, sacrificing himself so the rest of them could escape.

In the aftermath, Neddirra had banished the Gray Wardens from Orlais as punishment for their deeds. Only Blackwall remained with the Inquisition, as he’d proven his trustworthiness and had not been subject to the false Calling in the first place. The Inquisition forces marched back to Griffon Wing Keep, where they could take stock of their casualties and heal the wounded. It was closer to morning than night by the time Cullen had finally gotten the chance to breathe, which was why he was surprised when he was summoned to the Inquisitor’s quarters.

When Cullen had entered her chambers and closed the door behind him, he was knocked back a step by Neddirra as she all but threw herself into his arms. Her hands were on his face, her lips on his in a desperate, searing kiss. She sobbed into his mouth. All he could do was hold her. The trembling in his own body had stopped, but he was certain that was only because she was shaking like a leaf in his arms. He held her close, hurriedly tugged off one of his gloves so he could brush his fingers through her hair. Cullen wasn’t sure how long they stood just behind the closed door before she finally took a shuddering breath and rested her forehead against the side of his neck.

“I needed to see you,” she admitted breathlessly. “After what I saw... what that thing said. I needed to know you were still here.”

“Of course, I’m here,” he murmured. “Are you alright?”

“Better now. I walked through the Fade again, Cullen. You’ll see the reports, but I wanted you to know from me first.” A cold stone settled in his gut. The last time Neddirra had walked through the Fade, he hadn’t even known her yet, and it had been the source of the explosion in Haven. He was grateful that particular experience hadn’t been repeated, but he could tell that whatever she had seen had rattled her. Neddirra had seemed so put together, even when she had banished the Wardens. There had been anger, but none of the fear he could sense in her now.

“What happened?”

And she told him. Whatever he thought he might hear — whatever he could have imagined — was nothing compared to what she described. A Nightmare demon that fed on the fears of mortals, and had stolen her memories of what happened at the Conclave. Divine Justinia, memory or spirit Neddirra did not know for certain, had guided them through the Fade, providing a beacon of hope as they traversed the Nightmare’s extensive lair. They had fought their way through Fearlings, which had taken the shape of spiders in Neddirra’s mind, and demons alike. The Nightmare had taunted all of them — Cassandra with the doubt that the Inquisition was truly going to make a difference, Cole with a declaration that he was no different from the demon, The Iron Bull with the threat of possession — but it had dragged the worst out of Neddirra’s greatest fears. She told Cullen how she heard the screams of her clan, all slaughtered, and none of those who had accompanied her could hear it. Neddirra trembled the entire time as she told him, and he could feel her tears as they dropped to his skin and rolled down into his collarbone.

“I saw Mahanon.” Cullen’s hold on her tightened, and he shifted to kiss the top of her head. Her brother had died at the Conclave, and Cullen understood how painful it would have been for her to see him again, even if it was only a spirit. “It wasn’t him. I know that. He was like the Divine, I think. A spirit, or a memory. But—” She sobbed again. “Mi’nas’sal’inan.” Cullen wasn’t going to ask her to translate; her grief was evident enough. He didn't have any words that would suffice in the face of her pain, so he kissed her crown again and shielded her in his arms. Not for the first time, Cullen wished he'd had the forethought to remove his armor before he'd answered her summons, if only so there wouldn't be a layer of metal separating them. As much as she seemed to need the physical connection to calm herself, he also craved the feeling of her as close as possible – to feel her heartbeat against his to prove that she was still there and whole. Her voice was uncharacteristically small when she spoke again.

“Will you stay here tonight?” Cullen didn't even consider the rumors that would spark at the Commander of the Inquisition sharing a room with the Inquisitor herself– he couldn't find it in himself to care. It wasn't like any of the gossip had gone away after they'd kissed on the battlements anyway.

“Of course.” They separated just far enough for Cullen to begin the work of removing all of his armor, gloves, and boots – Neddirra kept one hand on him at all times as she helped him shed those layers. Once in the bed, Neddirra curled into him with her ear pressed against his heart. More of the tension seemed to ease out of her as she listened to the proof that he was still alive.

“There's something else, isn't there?” he asked softly. Neddirra’s arm around his chest tightened, and she pressed a kiss over his heart.

“It told me it would kill you,” she whispered. “That you were the first it would hurt once it came through the Rift, just to make me suffer.”

“You stopped it,” he reassured her.

“No demon will ever have you.” The certainty in her voice gave him comfort as much as her words in ways she couldn't know. He kissed her head and wished he could convey to her just how much it had meant. Perhaps one day he would be able to tell her.

Cullen wasn't aware of falling asleep until he awoke to the desert sun shining through an arrow loop, and he shifted so he wouldn't be blinded. Neddirra was still asleep beside him, curled into a ball by his side with her head still resting over his heart. His left arm had gone completely numb, but he couldn't find it in himself to care. She was sleeping peacefully, even after the horrors of Adamant Fortress. The rest of the world could wait a little while longer.

[homiest88]

Want to share my canon Dragon Age Romances.

DAO: Female Mahariel x Leliana

DA2: Male Mage Hawke x Merrill

DAI: Male Mage Lavellan x Cassandra

[elfyelation]

𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭 | smutshot

pairing—dorian pavus x male!lavellan summary—if dorian's father could see him right now he'd probably combust where he stood warnings—pwp, top!dorian, bottom!lavellan, hair pulling, rough sex, overstimulation, multiple orgasms word count—909 rating—18+, smut under the cut

If only his father could see him now, his disappointment of a son; Altus mage of the Tevinter Imperium, balls deep inside the famed Herald of Andraste — not to mention, an elf, and Dalish at that — well, he would likely have combusted where he stood.

Dorian was used to being a disappointment. He wasn’t what his father had wanted in a son. He was a great mage, certainly an asset to the Imperium, but he fell short when it came to his romantic and sexual relations.

He had no intention to ever take a wife, nor sire any children of his own. Not only due to his complete lack of interest in women but also because the idea of becoming a father terrified him. He hadn’t had the best role model, so to speak.

There was always some enjoyment to be had in knowing his actions only riled his father further. As much as he wanted nothing more than to be accepted by him and make him proud, a part of him had given up on that long ago. Just as his father had certainly already given up on him.

Especially now as he rolled his hips forward, pushing the Inquisitor further down into the messy array of sheets below them.

Lavellan groaned from where he lay, almost flat against the bed. With what little strength he had, he pushed down against the sheets, lifting the tender curve of his arse to meet with his lover’s thrusts. With the next, he found himself collapsing into the blankets again, face hitting the pillow with a soft thump.

The Inquisitor played a tough game when he was on top, testing every muscle in his lover’s body as he touched and teased him for what felt like hours. When he found himself on the receiving end, however, Dorian always knew exactly how to put him in his place.

Rough fingers laced themselves through Lavellan’s dishevelled hair and pulled harshly, forcing his back to arch as he was pulled upwards. Dorian’s hot breath fanned across his cheek as he groaned into his ear, “Amatus.”

Lavellan’s mouth hung agape as his moans echoed from wall to wall. At least half of Skyhold would hear them, that they knew for certain. Liliana had already had quite an uncomfortable conversation with their beloved Herald about their nightly antics, taking great care in ensuring the Inquisitor knew quite the extent of the rumours which had begun spreading into every corner of Thedas.

He had been bewitched, they had begun to speculate. Seduced by an evil Imperium Magister who wished to taint the holy Inquisition with blood magic and make the Herald of Andraste his slave.

Dorian had laughed at this, amused that the world believed he had been the seducer. If anyone had asked he would not have said anything otherwise but, in truth, he was the one who had been seduced. Seduced by the charm of the man who currently resided beneath him. Seduced by his kind heart and desire for change. Seduced by his delicate waist and devious smirk.

His thrusts grew stronger as he released the elf’s hair, watching him fall down onto his pretty little face once again as he was fucked so hard the headboard began to bang loudly against the wall.

Lavellan writhed beneath him, raising a hand to his mouth as he bit down on his own flesh, trying to stifle his cries. Tears had begun to spill onto his cheeks and, with one harsh thrust, Dorian knew he had come undone. Still, he rocked into him at an unforgiving pace, smearing the juices which had since spilt out onto the bedsheets across his lower body.

His dear Amatus may have been pushed to the edge already but he needed to hang on for just a little while longer. Cassandra would have words with him in the morning for certain. Although she was reluctant to bring it up, she was always concerned when the Inquisitor trod across Thedas with a slight limp.

“Please, Dorian…” his voice was hushed and broken as his knuckles whitened, gripping the edge of his soft pillow for dear life.

He was red-raw and sore all over but he could already feel his spent cock hardening again as it rubbed back and forth against the bed below him. Unconsciously, he found himself rutting slightly, craving more friction.

Dorian hushed him, his pace not once faltering, and reached around to grant his Amatus the touch he so craved.

The Inquisitor cried out again at the overstimulation. He was so, so sensitive. Too sensitive after how many times he had already came. It had been a long night. Such a long night. But it was almost over.

“I know, Amatus. I know. Just. A. Little. More.” He punctuated each word with a snap of his hips before finally spilling his load with a long, dark groan.

Lavellan was unmoving when his lover finally pulled out of him and Dorian couldn’t help but smile as he realised he had passed out from sheer exhaustion. He was sure to be repaid in full as soon as the Inquisitor regained his strength. In fact, he was already looking forward to it.

His fingers lightly moved the drapes of hair that had fallen over his lover’s face and leaned forward, gently kissing his temple. He wiped away the tears that still glistened against his cheeks and gently began to clean him up.

[rosella-writes]

Fanfic Writer Questions

Thanks for the tag @plisuu 💚 I’ll go ahead and loop in @sulky-valkyrie @darethshirl @inquisimer @demarogue and @exalted-dawn if they like but no pressure.

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 102

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 520k

3. What fandoms do you write for? Most recently Dragon Age, but I’ve written for Fallout, Skyrim, Sherlock, and Twilight in the past.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

The Needle and the Shield (Alistair/Zevran tattoo smut)

don’t feed me (I will come back) (Male Lavellan/Dorian/Solas threesome smut)

pick a star from the sky (Solas Holds a Baby)

Basvaraad (Solas saves a saarebas)

Demands of the Arishok (Arishok/Female Hawke)

5. Do you respond to comments? Yes! Eventually. I keep them in my inbox for a while and just look at em.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? It’s hard to chooooose but I think the gift I wrote for @dreadfutures focusing on two Mahariels and the loss of Tamlen to the Blight is a pretty angsty one.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? This Solas x Cassandra piece is the fluffiest and happiest thing I have in my catalogue I think, mainly because I ended it before the breakup lol.

8. Do you get hate on fics? I used to in older fandoms.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Oh yes, all kinds. Usually of the poly/kinky/queer variety.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? Dragon Age/the Green Knight lol

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? I don’t think so?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? A couple times, mainly with friends just for fun! It’s challenging but worth it if you don’t get hung up on where it’s heading or when you finish.

14. What's your all time favorite ship? I’m such a sucker for solavellan but all time? Nine x Rose

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? My old longfic, Eunoia. It’s just very unlike anything I write now or want to pursue plotwise.

16. What are your writing strengths? Dialogue and emotions and smut oh my

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Pacing and plot

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I used to be pretty particular about my Elvhen translations especially, but now I translate it and indicate what language is being spoken.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Sherlock

20. Favorite fic you've written? I’m so proud of this Loghain piece I wrote (and finished!) of his time serving the Inquisition.

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1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

3. What fandoms do you write for?

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

5. Do you respond to comments?

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

16. What are your writing strengths?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

19. First fandom you wrote for?

20. Favorite fic you've written?

[dapolyshipping]

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[arlathanxchange]

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[marymunchkiin]

Sharing old concept art I made of my Mage Inky Andriel Lavellan, and a romanced Cass, in their Winter Palace ball outfits that cater more to their culture and personality 💖 I was also curious to try Cass with a dress on in a What-If scenario just for fun xP

[crackinglamb]

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dragon Age - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: The Iron Bull (Dragon Age)/Original Female Character(s), Female Inquisitor/The Iron Bull (Dragon Age), Female Inquisitor & Solas (Dragon Age) Characters: Mira Foret, Leliana (Dragon Age), Male Lavellan (Dragon Age) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Modern Girl in Thedas, Established Relationship, Open Relationships, Aromantic spectrum, Mira Is a Charger and a Healer, Mira Has Some Knowledge of Events, Explicit Sexual Content, Size Difference, Service Top Bull, soft domming, Aftercare, Just Because Bull is a Masochist Doesn't Mean He's a Sadist, Eye Trauma, Temporary Character Death, Canon-Typical Violence, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Found Family, Childbirth, Background Relationships, Platonic love is important too, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Additional Characters to Be Added As They Show Up Series: Part 2 of Driftwood Summary:

Mira Foret has left behind her life with the Chargers. But that was only the beginning of her tale. The Inquisition awaits.

 NSFW will be marked with**. Beta'd by Iron_Angel.

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Chapter 3 - The Ties That Bind

“How much do you know?” Leliana asked.  Ahh, now they were getting somewhere.  Mira stood up from the table and crossed her arms.

“How much do you?”

“We questioned the Dalish elf, at length.  He had...an interesting story to tell.”

Ice ran down Mira's spine, overriding the relief that Mahanon had made it.  “Did you hurt my brother, Sister Nightingale?”

Leliana didn't even blink at the venomous sweetness in her tone.  If anything, she looked impatient, as if that was a detail not worth going over at the moment.  “It was a clever way to hide yourself. Foret.  Born of a tree.  But not of this realm.”

“No, not of this realm.  And I wasn't hiding.  I was surviving. You didn't answer my question.  Did. You. Hurt. Him.”

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[madameoni]

just a bunch of cute sketches of Cassandra and Elaar

[herald-divine-hell]

What are Cyriel and Cassandra's favorite bedroom activities and what are their favorite positions?

Surprisingly, Cyriel’s favorite position is holding Cassandra up in his arms and taking her against the walll. The closeness of it all, and how red she gets when someone can lift her up, is such a pleasurable thing for her. Some of his favorite bedroom actives is tracing poems across her skin while he worships her, or her tracing his vallaslin when she’s doing it.

[undercut-mcqueer]

flirting with everyone in dragon age ended up making me sad because like.. from the start i knew my inquisitor (haleir) was going to romance iron bull right

but he was also flirting with both dorian and cassandra,, and both ended up with feelings for him and then i felt so awful having to reject them LMDFKLSDJSL like guys no im sorry this twink ass elf is just a flirt hes not actually interested hes riding the bull i swear-