#pavellan writes fan fiction

[elizahgodswood]

Teaser Time

I've got a few fics in the works right now that I am hoping to have posted soon. For now, here is a couple teasers of them!

1. The Storm: (Ethira Lavellan x Solas)

The rain came down in a blanketing drone. The whole mountain valley was grey with fog, slowly creeping towards the hill where Ethira stood. In the distance, a quiet roll of thunder drummed. Flashes of lightning illuminated the dark wave of storm clouds.

With a slow inhale, Ethira took up a wide stance. As she exhaled, she grabbed her staff from its clip and held it before her in both hands. The worn wooden shaft brought back memories of golden fields, summers spent playing by the creek, running through valleys and hills, wild, free. Its rough grooves and grain were far different from the smooth steel and leather staff she wielded now, a reminder of how far she had come, and how far she still had to go.

Another rumbling roll of thunder roared, closer to her now. It was only a matter of time before the eye passed on and the battering wind and rains engulfed her camp once more.

Taking another slow, deep breath, she rose the staff high, bringing it to her lips as she counted through the seconds until the thunder stopped. She reached out, calling to the magic that tingled at the tips of her fingers, forever burned in the back of her mind, watching, waiting, ready. As the connection solidified, she exhaled, feeling the staff grip warm under her touch.

Another inhale, this one anxious, anticipating, waiting to strike, poised. The rain droned on for a few moments longer. The thunder sounded again, louder still this time.

One

She lashed out with the blade of her staff, exhaling with a low growl, feeling the power chanel down into the staff’s crystal. As she spun around, she dropped to her knee and jabbed out. A jet of fire spewed from the tip of the staff, hissing and steaming as the rain attempted to extinguish it.

Two

She rose back to her feet, spinning her staff in front of her. With a snarl, she swung the blade around in an arc before her. Spinning with the momentum, she released another jet of fire, watching the amber flames spin out in a spiral, steaming and hissing. The magic continued to flow, in tempo with her breathing.

Three

The thunder rolled on still. Wind began to tease her cloak, playful and gentle for now. The rain came down harder, colder, sharper, hissing as it hit the staff. It bit through her hood, and nibbled at the tips of her fingers. But the magic kept the worst of it at bay, for now.

Four

She focused on the target she had placed on the opposite side of the clearing. A chill sent a shiver down her spine and out to her fingertips. Charging forward, she stuck out with the staff, sending a shard of ice hurling towards the target.

Five

Ethira leapt up into the air, raising her staff above her. The wind blew back her hood, showering her face in cold rain. The magic thrummed through her now, coursing through every vein, pumping with every heartbeat. The thunder had reached a crescendo with a tremendous crashing up above.

Six

As she landed, the blade sliced through the target, spilling the fine sand within. Rolling to the side, she stood still, holding her head back as the rain soaked her. She waited on baited breath, knowing what would come next

Seven

A crackle of energy spliced the air, hot, wild, untamed. Ethira tightened her grip on her staff and stamped it on the ground. Lightning struck in the distance, illuminating the storm’s grey overcast. A single bolt struck the crystal, dancing about its surface as it illuminated her, breathless and alive.

Eight

With a final arching swing, she redirected the lightning skyward, piercing the dark gloom one last time with a dazzling shower of sparks. The thunder faded into silence once more as the last of the light faded.

Chest heaving, Ethira cut herself off from the flow of magic, sinking to her knees as the energy faded. Again the rain drowned out all else with its monotone drone. She breathed slowly for a moment, letting her own strength return to her.

2. Draped in Gold (Assan Lavellan x Dorian Pavus)

There were many things Assan seemed to have a knack for: archery and bad jokes seemed to be his specialty; suave comments and heart-stopping glances were another set of skills in his arsenal. One thing that Dorian didn't think would make the list was a taste in fashion.

And yet, there he was, resplendent​ in his attire for the ball: he wore a deep scarlet velveteen tunic with a black leather vest. A golden sash with the inquisition's seal embroidered into it draped from one shoulder down his side. A cape lined with fine white fox fur at the shoulders billowed down his back. He wore black and gold leggings with knee high black boots. Upon his face he wore a golden dragon mask. The Vallaslin that was showing under the mask had golden paint mixed into it. The whole effect was stunning to say the least.

"Dorian," He said with a slight purr.

"Amatus," Dorian responded, hoping that his face was nowhere near as red as it felt. He just looked so...  stunning.

 "Shocked, are we?" Assan teased as he held out an arm for him.

"Hardly," Dorian scoffed. "I'm merely impressed that you matched your colors properly."

"Oh please, Josephine picked the colors. I merely picked the mask."

"A dragon mask, for the proud dragon hunter? Someone's going for brownie points with the court."

"Anything to get them talking in our favor. Shall we go?"

Dorian took his arm and followed him outside to the carriage waiting for them. Bull and Blackwall sat inside already. They looked up as they took their seats.

"Going all out, eh, Boss?" Bull grunted. He itched at the collar of his red shirt. Josephine had commissioned identical outfits for the rest of the inquisition attending the ball at the Winter Palace. Crimson button-up shirts trimmed with gold, blue sashes, and ungodly knee high brown boots. Dorian had never felt so shabby. The only thing that made it better was that everyone else looked just as ridiculous.

"As if I could do any less," Assan said as he leaned back in his seat. The carriage rocked as it moved forward. Soon, they would be amidst a throng of nobles vying for more power and favor. Undoubtedly, the night would be incredibly eventful. Nothing normal ever happened to them.

"The evening will not be all fun and games, though," Blackwall said. "There is the peace talks we have to worry about. And the would-be assassin in a room full of fools wearing masks."

"That'll make this night all the more exciting," Dorian said. "Fine wine, fine dining, and the fate of an entire empire in our hands. Choose wrong and we destroy the world. No pressure."

3. The Blood Cure: Chapter 1 (Pavellan AU)

“He’s moving.”

“Keep steady. We don’t know what will happen once he’s fully conscious.”

Assan groaned as he heard the words. They came at him slowly, echoing as though coming at him through a tunnel. All he could feel was cold floor pressed against his cheek. Something was digging into his wrists and ankles.

Slowly, he pushed himself to his knees. He dared open his eyes and squinted in the bright light. Surrounding him were several soldiers, all pointing their guns at him. Painfully tight handcuffs dug into his wrists. His ankles were chained together.

“Finally awake?” A harsh voice asked.

A woman walked a circle around him, glaring in disgust. Ordinarily, he would have been scared, trying to find a way to talk a way out. But, he seemed to be beyond the help of a few cunning words and fake smiles.

"What’s going on?” Assan demanded.

“You damn well know what’s going on!” The woman snapped, kicking him to the floor. “Tell me how you did this!”

“Did what?” Assan snarled.

Another kick to his back was his answer. He hissed as a sharp pain shot up his side. He could hear a faint hitch in her breath; she was failing to keep composure. Something had deeply upset her, and he was apparently tied in with it.

“You will explain this to me now, or so help me, I will kill you,” She snarled, pressing the barrel of a gun against his cheek.

“You tell me what’s going on, and I’ll answer your damn questions.”

There was a silent pause. Another woman’s voice, this one a bit more gentle, answered. “You really don’t know?”

"I don’t even know what I’m doing here. Or how I got here.”

A red haired woman helped him up to a sitting position. She looked him dead in the eyes, “The Divine was trying to settle things between the mages and templars. Then, the whole building was blown to pieces. A foul disease is spreading everywhere. In the midst of the chaos, we found you, healthy, but unconscious. Everyone else was either dead or sick.”

“What does any of this have to do with me?”

The other woman stepped forward, her tone somewhat softer, but her face was still a stone mask, “There is a strange machine in the midst of the chaos; we believe that it is the cause of the sudden outbreak. Hoards of people are now roaming the streets, hysterical and deranged. The dead hunt the living. You are the only one in a state fit to interrogate. We want to know what happened.”

Assan stared down at his hands. He couldn’t remember anything. No machine, no explosion, and certainly no sick people. He looked between the two women, seeing how desperate they were for answers. Answers that he just didn’t have.

“I don’t understand….” He said finally.

“I think… we better show you, if you truly don’t know,” The dark haired woman stood and addressed her companion. “Go to front line, Leliana. We will meet you there.”

The red haired woman drew the hood of her purple sweatshirt, “Be careful, Cassandra.”

She turned and left the room, followed by several soldiers. Cassandra unlocked the shackles around his ankles and gave him a look that clearly said 'if you try anything, you’re a dead man' before unlocking the handcuffs. Assan rubbed his wrists. He doubted he would get very far with four armed men and an even more heavily armed woman escorting him if he tried to run. They had him cornered.

They pushed him from the room, guiding him down the hall. Soldiers ran to and fro; not a single one’s face wasn’t grim as they escorted civilians or carried supplies from one room to another.

They were in a hospital, but there wasn’t that usual feel to it. It was depressed, despaired. The main power supply was off, so only the emergency lights run by the generators were on, which definitely didn’t help with the atmosphere. The whole place gave off a  serious ‘please kill me now’ feeling. Great, he thought, that’s a hopeful sight.

“Things seem pretty bleak,” Assan said, finally noticing that all the windows were boarded up. There were wooden planks and metal plates nailed to every window. “Is it really that bad?”

“You will see soon enough. Come; to the roof, first,” The guards left them as they neared the stairs. She motioned for him to go first. He started up the stairs, noticing how uneasy the air felt once the door shut behind them. The muffled sounds of screams and wails made the hairs on his neck stand on end. He slowed his pace, dreading reaching the roof. Did he really want to see what had happened?

[themefo]

Coitus Interuptus

This is my first DorianxAmrynn story, just a little one to explore their relationship a bit. Hope you like it! Smut under the cut

“Is that truly necessary?” Dorian huffed, his brows knitting and creasing his forehead.

“Is what necessary?”

Dorian’s eyes flicked open to glare at the face just inches from his own. He cocked an eyebrow and cast his gaze upward, indicating to the fingers ruffling through his hair. Amrynn bit his lip playfully as a smile spread across his face. He had a hand on either side of the mage’s head, fingers splayed through thick black hair, tugging gently.

“Oh, the hair. Yes, it is truly necessary,” Amryn teased, “I’m quite small and uncoordinated, you don’t want me to fall off do you?”

The elf straddled his lovers lap, his thighs pressing down on Dorian, chest pressed against chest. Strong arms wrapped around Amrynn’s waist holding him firmly in place, there really was no chance of him falling, no matter how uncoordinated he claimed to be.

Dorian frowned up at the elf, determined not to laugh at the absurd claim presented as a defence. Really he didn’t mind him ruffling his hair, Amrynn would massage his scalp with nimble fingers and send chills down his spine. But it also meant their intimacy would be evident to anyone who saw him for the rest of the day unless he spent the time to fix his hair again.

Pouting at the elf was not going to stop him from his ministrations though, and Dorian knew that well enough. Amrynn dragged his hands through Dorian’s hair, tilting the mage’s head back and feathering kissed along his jaw, his eyes fluttering closed again. His teeth grazed the side of his neck, forcing a sigh from Dorian’s lips before licking his lips and planting a wet, open mouth kiss in the spot where shoulder met neck. He sucked on the skin there, marking his partner, staking his claim.

“Amrynn—” Dorian gasped, his grip tightening around the elf’s waist. Amrynn ground his pelvis into the man’s lap, his breeches doing little to disguise his arousal. Trailing a hand down the elf’s back, fingers slipping down the back of cotton breeches, Dorian cupped Amrynn’s ass, kneading the muscle with his palm.

This time it was Amrynn’s turn to gasp, as a finger pressed against his opening. He rocked back onto Dorian’s finger, pressing against him but not penetrating. A groan rumbled through his chest and he could feel a twitch from Dorian’s cock through their clothes.

In this moment both men were glad they had retired to the Inquisitor’s quarters before things had gotten heavy. What started with a simple conversation about a trip to the stormcoast had rapidly devolved into flagrant flirtation, they both knew where it would lead to and had scurried off from the library to the Inquisitor’s tower.

Now with a hand cupping his ass, and lips pressing against warm skin, Amrynn felt grateful for a title that afforded him the privilege of a private space with a locking door. His lips found their way to Dorian’s, his hands slid from his hair down to his waist and under his shirt, splaying his fingers across the man’s stomach and tracing the lines of his abdomen. He could feel Dorian tense under his touch, his muscles fluttering under the tips of his fingers.

“Amatus, your hands are freezing”

“Mmm I think I know where I can warm them,” Amrynn purred, his fingers slipping into the top of the mage’s breeches. Dorian’s body tensed at the cold touch inching their way closer to his shaft. Just as the tip of one cold finger touched against the tip of his head the worst happened.

A knock at the door. Both men froze still and stared at each other with wide eyes. If they kept very quiet perhaps whoever it was would leave.

“Inquisitor, I’m sorry to bother you but I have an important missive for you,” a voice called “The Commander said it was urgent that you see it right away.”

“Just a moment, please,” Amrynn called back. Pressing his forehead into Dorian’s shoulder he took a few deep breaths, sliding his hand out of the man’s breeches.

“I thought this was supposed to be a place you could come to and not be disturbed,” Dorian mused, removing his own hand from the elf’s breeches, though not before giving his ass another firm squeeze.

“Wouldn’t that be something,” Amrynn smiled, “a refuge from the consistent demands on my attention.”

“A refuge, exactly! We should see about taking you away for a few days,” Dorian continued as Amrynn stood and smoothed the wrinkles out of his tunic, trying to be presentable to open the door. The elf shot him a grin, his tongue swiping across his lip as he rounded the top of the stairs and descended to greet the runner.

“Yes, hello Jim,” Amrynn greeted the scout “what do you have for me?”

Dorian rolled his eyes at the mention of Jim’s name, this was the third time he had interrupted them just before they had gotten to the good part. And somehow it always ended up being something that would take the Inquisitor away for the next few hours. His hands reached up to smooth down the mess Amrynn had made of his hair, frowning at the feeling of static in his locks. Sighing he stood and made his way to the water basin and mirror tucked away in the far corner of the room.

Might as well fix this now, there’s no way we’ll be continuing again until later tonigt at the earliest.

Amrynn confirmed his suspicion when he returned with a small bundle of documents, setting them down on the desk and staring at them, as if in disbelief of their existence.

“I swear Cullen just saves these to give to me at the worst moment he can find,” Amrynn groaned.

Dorian paused and looked back at the elf. It does seem like these could have been delivered at any other time. Interesting, must investigate that further.

“You have a lot of work to do, looks like we won’t be continuing our... discussion until later. Shall I get us something to eat while you work?”

An appreciative smile spread across Amrynn’s face, his eyes almost pleading with apology. Wrapping an arm around his shoulders Dorian pressed a kiss to the top of the elf’s head before going in search of food. After all, he fully intended on picking up where they left off later, and they would both need the energy, if Dorian had anything to say about it.

[juliafied]

Fanfiction Asks

I was tagged by @a-shakespearean-in-paris! Thank you :) 

Name: Julia (my username isn’t very original, lol)

Top 5 Fandoms Written: 

Dragon Age! I’ve written for all three games, but some Origins stuff that’s very old has been lost to the ether

I have an ancient Skyrim fic kicking around on my ff.net account, but that’s the only other fandom I’ve ever written for lol

Top 5 Fandoms You Want To Write For/More: 

I have a Witcher fanfic idea kicking around in my head (it’s pinned on a sticky note to my corkboard), but I haven’t thought too much about it. I do love the world and would love to do some writing for it, once I finsh reading the last book (I’ve got around 100 pages left).

Elder Scrolls could be fun to mess around with a bit more, especially as I’ve gotten into ESO recently.

I’d LOVE to write some Assassin’s Creed Ezio-era fanfic. There are so many fascinating holes that Ubisoft has left to fill (mostly unintentionally, I think) and I just love him as a character.

Stories You Wish More People Knew About: Honestly, I’m glad to have any level of engagement for my stories, they’re all just fun to write, so anyone who gets a bit of fun out of it along with me makes me really happy :) that being said, my main-ish longfic, The Lone Wolf’s Call, would be my pick for this, although the more I read in the fandom the more I realize a Fenris-POV, post-canon, epic-length, slow to update fic which is full of angst and has no meaningful shipping is uhh... not everyone’s cup of tea haha! All I can say is that I’m rather proud of where the plot is going and I’m having a great time worldbuilding so if anyone is interested in that I’ll be glad for the click :) 

Ship(s) Written The Most: Fenris x F!Hawke. Nothing else even comes close, there’s no contest. I just love the romance so much. I write a bit of Pavellan, Solavellan, and Bethistair occasionally, but FenHawke is really my main one.

Character(s) Written The Most: Fenris for sure. I love writing from his perspective and how he interacts with the world, his takes on him, his humour. After that, it’s my OC Felissa Hawke, but I think (?) I write her less than I do Fenris.

How Many OCs Do You Have: Felissa Hawke is my most developed one, the one that I write the most, who romanced Fenris and is a purple (dumbass) Hawke. After that, I have Aeneris Lavellan, who romanced Solas, but I haven’t written a whole lot of her. I also have a whole lot of relatively well-characterized OCs from TLWC: Agents of Fen’Harel like Aronhala’an, Ladarawen, Taralen, Seri... the innkeep that he becomes friend with, Maresi... I really like coming up with non-POV OCs, more than coming up with POV OCs, I guess!

How Many Series Do You Have: The Lone Wolf’s Call is one, which has a companion fic, Taking Root, and then I have a series for all my DADWC prompts. Who knows, though, maybe someday I’ll develop Love All into a Badminton AU Cinematic Universe.

What Do You Do With Fics You’re No Longer Interested In?: They just... chill un-updated, haha. I try to remember that when writing becomes a chore, it defeats the purpose for me, which is stress relief and escapism (put your hand up if your writing productivity has gone way up during the pandemic for this very reason...). So I don’t mind just leaving them for awhile until I feel like writing again.

Coming Soon: Love All chapter 3. I’m almost done it and I like to post as soon as it’s out of my brain. TLWC chapter 9 is about halfway-ish done, and it’s already a monster (7k words) so I might just split it up where it feels logical into two chapters and make it 9 & 10.

Line From A WIP: "Later, after Hawke has showered and gotten ready for bed, she’s embarrassed to admit how many times she rolls over in bed to check her phone on her bedside table before finally falling asleep.” You can guess who she’s waiting for a text from. LOL

Do You Accept Prompts?: Yes! Anytime, but especially most Fridays for DADWC. My prompt list is here, if anyone is interested.

How Do You Feel About Kudos?: Big fan!! Thank you to anyone who’s ever given kudos on any of my little stories, it makes me very happy!! 

Do You Read Fic As Well?: Quite a lot, yes! For awhile it was the only thing I was reading. Trying to get back into published fiction as of late as well, but the majority of what I read on a day-to-day basis is fic, haha.

tagging forth (but only if you want to!): @luzial, @nug-juggler, @noire-pandora, @in-arlathan, @midnightprelude!! 

[elizahgodswood]

In the Dying Light

Dorian x Assan Lavellan

Word Count: 1074

“Say their names again, Amatus.”

“I’ve already said them twice, ma vhenan”

“One more time?”

Assan smiled softly, “This tree is for Mathalin. he was believed to be the first of the Emerald Knights. And that one is Briathos, protector of the Dales. Then there is Vaharel, Elnora, Ralaferin...”

Dorian hummed contentedly as Assan went on, listing off the names of the knights on the memorials. His nimble, bony fingers teased through Dorian’s hair as he spoke, lulling him half to sleep. It was nice to have a moment of calm with him. They were far between these days.

The area had been too dangerous during the day to explore. Giants roamed the forest by day, gathering up food. But, by evening, they retreated to their caves and camps, leaving them free to explore by moonlight.

Assan seemed drawn to the area. When they had first reached the grove, he had walked slowly, kneeling before every tree, saying prayers of respect to the dead, brushing every trunk with his hand as he passed. To see him so amazed, so enthralled made Dorian’s heart flutter. It was good to see him happy for once. For too long it seemed all he did was frown with worry.

Dorian…

Assan’s voice faded slightly, mixing with a rush of others, muttering rapidly to each other. Something about an antidote?

Dorian!

The canopy above blurred. Assan’s face came into focus again, but this time he looked scared. The trees looked different now, farther away. Everything swayed in and out of focus.

“Fenedis, isn’t there more you can do?” Assan snapped. “He’s dying!”

“I’ve already administered the antidote, Inquisitor. Now its up to him.”

A horrid burning started in his chest, like acid eating at his flesh. Dorian closed his eyes, sure that it was a dream. He wanted to wake up, to hear Assan’s voice roll thick in the Dalish tongue. But he did not wake up from any dream.

The burning remained, and the voices became clearer. The music of his lover’s voice was no longer sweet, but sharp and panicked. He heard screaming; awful, chilling screams of agony. It took him a minute to realize that they were his own.

“You can’t stop the bleeding? He’s lost enough blood as it is!”

“The antidote has to take effect. The venom thins the blood. Once the antidote kicks in, then we can start the healing process. I can’t risk sealing any of the toxin away. That would kill him without question. The demon’s venom must run its course.”

“Mythal’s mercy, Solas we don’t have time to wait! Listen to him!”

“The fact that he is alive right now is a good sign, Lethallin. I have done all that I can for now.”

He could hear Assan cursing. With strained effort he turned his head to see him better. He was pacing in circles, his brow furrowed in a deep frown. His cheeks were flushed red, as were the tips of his ears. For a second, Dorian thought he saw tears.

The pain continued to intensify. It felt like his flesh was melting to his bones. He clawed at the ground, feeling his voice crack from screaming so much. Eventually, he passed out, overwhelmed from agony.

Dorian awoke some odd hours late. The tent was quiet. He could hear a fire crackling outside. The burning in his chest had subsided mostly, leaving behind an uncomfortable heat to his skin. His head was swimming, pulsing deeply with every beat of his heart. With a weary groan he laid his head back down and closed his eyes.

“Vhenan?”

Dorian opened his again. Assan stood over him now, his eyes bloodshot. His face was covered in cuts and bruises. With effort, he lifted a hand up and brushed his thumb against his elven lover’s cheek. His expression seemed somewhere between delight and anguish.

“Amatus,” He whispered.

“I was beginning to think you were going to die,” Assan planted several slow kisses to his forehead. “Creators, I was so scared.”

“I’m too perfect to die,” Dorian forced a choked, quiet laugh.

Assan chuckled weakly, “Never, and I mean never do that stupid stunt again.”

“Save your life? How ungrateful of you,” Dorian pouted.

“Dorian, you almost died,” Assan’s smile faded. “You’ve been in and out of consciousness for almost two days now. Even Solas wasn’t sure if you would live or not.”

Dorian pulled his lover’s head closer. His memory of the fight was hazy now. He remembered the giant terror demon, how it had killed three soldiers and almost got to Assan had he not pushed him to safety. Granted, his act of heroism had resulted in several sharp talons ripping through his chest like soft cheese. Poisonous talons, no less.

“Well, you can’t really blame me for repaying a debt. You did the same for me back in Crestwood remember? Leaping in front of that terror to save my life,” Dorian said. “I couldn’t have you outdo me. That would ruin my reputation.”Assan laughed a little bit louder, “Well, we can’t have that.”

Dorian shook his head, “We most certainly can’t.”

With a relieved sigh, Assan pressed his forehead against Dorian’s. He sat there for a moment, running his fingers gently through his hair. It was obvious he was still worried. But as the moments passed, Dorian could feel his head clearing. He was fine, for now.

“You said I’ve been asleep for how long now?”

“Almost two days; we were able to get you back to one of our camps before the venom had fully set in. You were hysterical by then, just kept screaming for hours. Whether it was from pain or delusion from the venom I don’t know.

“Once you stopped screaming, you just kept slipping in and out of semi-consciousness. You would just barely open your eyes and look around before slipping away again. Solas told me that it would pass, but I was losing hope,” Assan kissed him. “I’m glad you’re alright.”

“Can you do me a favor, Amatus?”

“Hmm?”

“Fetch me something to eat? I’m starving.”

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[elizahgodswood]

Happy Birthday Kiddo!!!!

@ladsvsgents2013 Happy Birthday kiddoooooo! Sorry that your sister is a broke ass bitch with no cash to buy you a present atm. But here, have a fic with Fen and Danies.

Fenedath blew out a sigh as he sat at the table. Uthgerd seated herself beside him and stretched. The others slowly filed into the dining hall as the minutes passed. Agmaer waved as he and Danies entered the dining hall. The pair seated themselves across from them.

“Looking grim this evening, Danies. I heard about the escapee,” Fenedath said. Agmaer looked down at his lap in shame. Danies patted his shoulder and took a giant swig of ale. Uthgerd rolled her eyes.

“Here we go,” She muttered to herself.

“Hmm,” the red guard grunted, grabbed the nearest pitcher and poured himself a mug of ale.

“Don’t take it too hard, Lad,” Fenednath continued. “It happens from time to time.”

“Don’t let this old elven codger get you down, Kid. After all, he let a dragon burn down half a farm because he wasn’t careful,” danies shot Fenedath a smug look that screamed ‘your move’. Fenedath shrugged and raised his cup to his lips.

“Dragons, unlike vampire underling, can fly. Makes them just a tad bit harder to pin down, you see,” Fenedath said. “Nobody was hurt, and I did put out the fire before it spread.”

“Two people were hurt,” Agmaer said quietly, “because I hesitated.

"Don’t take it so hard, they were gotten to a healer, and they’re going to be okay,” Danies said. “Happens to the best of us too, kid.”

“Vampires, even fledglings, have powerful magic about them. As you train, you will learn how to build up a resistance to their magic, and how to identify when you are being manipulated.”

“Keep your peptalks for your own sidekick, won’t you?” Danies grumbled. “Last thing I need is to hear you drone on again. Especially with grim news coming from Isran.”

“Who are you calling a sidekick, Danies?” Uthgerd scowled. “I’m a seasoned warrior, not a trainee.”

“If you three are done?” Isran’s voice boomed from the head of the table. “I’ve got big news and everyone needs to listen up.” Fenedath dipped his head respectfully. Uthgerd squinted at Danies and turnes her gaze to Isran. “Five men died trying to root out this supposed vampire lord sending our movements back to Harkan. There were among our best warriors. We need another team to go in and finish the beast off while he licks his wounds. Most of his lackies are dead, so it’ll be easier to infiltrate his lair.

"Fenedath, Danies, I want you two to lead a small team in to finish him off. But be cautious. Last thing I need is to lose you two. Without your funding and skills, be’ll lose this war.” Isran raised his mug. “Glory to the Dawnguard!”

The whole table rose up in raucous applause. Fenedath shot Danies a smirk. “Fifty septims says I’ll slay him before you do.” “You’re on, you old codger,” Danies said as he slid a small bag of coins across the table.

[elizahgodswood]

Honor

“I know you want to.”

“I haven’t the faintest idea what you are talking about.”

“You can’t hide that smile from me, Dorian. Go on, then. Touch it.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

Assan tilted his head ever so slightly and gave the mage his very best puppy dog eyes. Dorian scowled to himself and looked up at the giant deer towering over them. A hart, as Assan called it. He had hauled him from his chambers in the dead of night to pet a deer. An incredibly massive, stunning deer at that.

“When you said it would be fun, this was not what I had in mind,” Dorian sniffed, looking anywhere but at the deer now sniffing his hair eagerly.

“You didn’t want to see him? He arrived while we were at dinner. I’ve been dying to come down for hours but Josie had me booked,” Assan stroked the hart’s nose slowly, staring at the beast in wonder.

“You seem oddly attached to a deer you just aquired.”

“His name is Mirthadra. Honor. He is the last gift of my clan,” Assan’s expression melted from bright and happy to sorrowful and hollow. “He is all I have left of them, now. He was meant to show their pride in what I had achieved. Now, he serves as a reminder that I failed them all. I will not fail anyone again.”

Dorian shuffled his feet awkwardly. Assan had not been very open in the grieving of his clan. It was a gaping open wound that had created a wall between them. Assan had grown distant, quiet. His usual trips up to the library had grown fewer in number. Dorian was distraught; should he respect his wish for privacy, or try to force his way in?

“You didn’t fail them,” Dorian said. “There was nothing you could have done.”

“If I had gone over there, helped with the fighting… If I had just been there, I could have done something more- saved lives, tipped the balance- but I wasn’t. A hunter protects their clan, and I couldn’t protect her this time….”

“Her…? Your sister, you mean.”

“It doesn’t matter now,” Assan shrank back from the hart and walked back towards the keep.

“Vishante kafas, Amatus, are you going to keep doing this to me? To yourself?” Dorian called after him. “You can’t keep me away forever. You’re hurting. Let me help you. I know hte isolation is torturing you.”

“This is something I can handle on my own,” Assan replied stiffly.

“Well, you’re doing a really fine job at it. Pushing us all away when we ask you how you are feeling, if you’ve eaten, or slept, or anything,” Dorian spat. “Truly extraordinary.”

“Could you just mind your own business for once, Dorian?” Assan snarled. “I didn’t go pestering you after we encountered your father.”

“That was different!”

“Not by much!”

Silence fell between them as they stared daggers at one another from across the courtyard. Maker, he was a stubborn man, so in love with his pride. He always had to do things alone, be a ‘manly’ man. Never was there room for his own emotions, not when they made him feel weak.

“I let you in though, didn’t I? After a while, at least.” Dorian muttered. “Why won’t you do the same for me?”

Assan’s glare withered. His lower lip gave an involuntary tremble. Dorian took a step forward before being tackled into a hug. He pulled Assan tightly to his chest as he melted into a puddle of tears.

“You couldn’t have changed anything. You got your revenge. You avenged you clan. Now it is time to let them go,” Dorian whispered as he ran his fingers through Assan’s mop of hair. “Now, I have a bottle of incredibly overpriced Antivan red wine stashed in my quarters, if you’d like to have a drink?”

“Or two.”

Or the whole bottle.“ Dorian wiped the tears from his face and planted a kiss on the tip of his nose. "Lead the way, Amatus.”

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Compassion

word count: 648 - Fergun and Kiili Lavellan

Kiili stared down at the courtyard below, watching his father speak with Cullen. They’d been set up at Skyhold for barely three weeks, and he had barely said a word. Never had he asked how his son was doing, or if he was okay after watching Haven disappear beneath a wall of snow and ice, watching his father sacrifice himself for a bunch of shems that still called him knife-ear behind his back. He had a fancy title and castle now, but Kiili knew that it meant nothing. They were still Dalish heathens. Nothing had changed.

Solas had been helpful in some ways. Their lessons were an escape. They would leave the castle grounds, find a secluded grove, and settle in for the day. Some days it was meditation, other days sparing. On rare occasions, he would take Kiili with him to explore the Fade. But a great deal of their lessons involved studying tomes, rehearsing incantations.

It wasn’t much different from studying with the Keeper. But this time, he was the only pupil. He didn’t have to worry about competing with his two sisters, or wonder if the Keeper would send one or all three of them away.

“So many tasks. So much to do. Walking, talking, planning, arguing; how long until I can actually talk to him? He says he’s fine but I see it in his eyes; he’s lost, confused, angry with me.” 

Kiili looked over at the boy sitting on the wall in surprise. No one had been there a few seconds before. His blond hair hung in his eyes, hiding most of his face. He was staring down at Kiili’s father. 

“Always serious, always working; never stops to notice me. I thought this would be fun. He sees me but he doesn’t see.” 

“You’re Cole,” Kiili said, “The spirit Solas mentioned. You helped at Haven?”

“Yes,” He said, drumming his heels against the wall. He had his head tilted as he stared down at all the workers. 

“What was it you just said? While you were staring at my father.”

“He worries,” was Cole’s answer. 

“About what?”

“Always distant, never straight forward. What is it that keeps him so distant? He’s there, but not there. I wish I knew how to talk to him, how to heal the rift between us.” 

Kiili stared at the spirit for a while. Solas had told him little of Cole when Kiili had heard the name mentioned between his father and the Seeker. He had mentioned he was unique, and was here to help. But he didn’t mention that he was a boy around his own age, or that he was apparently a mind reading spirit. 

“Is that what he’s thinking?”

“Yes. He wants you to talk.” 

Kiili returned his gaze to his father. Fergun looked in his direction and smiled softly. He returned his attention to Cullen, then started towards the stairs to the wall. When Kiili turned to look back at Cole, he was gone. 

“Enjoying the view?” His father asked as he sat down beside him. “We haven’t had a chance to really talk since Haven.”

“No, I guess we haven’t,” Kiili said. His father placed a hand on his shoulder and started talking. It was random thoughts; construction of the keep, information he had learned, the places they would be going on upcoming missions. He asked about his lessons with Solas, how he was liking Skyhold so far.

“What made you want to come up here?” Kiili asked. “Not that I mind; I’m glad you could find time for me.”

“I... don’t remember,” He frowned slightly then shrugged. “But I knew I wanted to talk to you, and making my rounds could wait a few minutes. I’ve been to worried about this damned fortress and not enough about my son.”

Kiili smiled, “Good; I was beginning to think I had turned myself invisible.” 

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Thalmor Dossier: Fenedath the Fallen

Status: Fugitive (Kill) High Priority, Emmisary Level Approval

Description: Altmer, Male, roughly 200 years of age. 

Background: Fenedath was born in the Summerset isles just after the end of the Oblivion Crisis to a family of silver smiths. Upon his parent’s death in 4E 15 in an uprising in Hammerfell, he remained for several years under the tutelage of a local blacksmith. He returned home in 4E 21 to settle outstanding issues with the family estate. After a skirmish with Dominion representatives, he was arrested on charges of treason, and banished from the Summerset Isles for life. He was believed to be a neutral party after that, only coming to our immediate attention again in 4E 200 when he was caught in a skirmish between Imperial and Storm Cloak rebels. He is now a dangerous enemy to the Dominion, despite his allegiance to the Empire. Do not approach without a full force and fully plotted plan. He is a deadly swords man, with many years of magical experience, rumored to be Dragonborn. A Nord woman, mid 30,’s accompanies him everywhere. She is to be treated with the same caution. 

Operational Notes: He has property in all nine holds, though it is nigh impossible to guess which one he resides in at any given time. His very existence is a threat to the Dominion, and his activities with the Blades could spell disaster for our efforts in Skyrim. His movements are to be tracked carefully and consistently to pin point any possible place to corner him. 

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Character Codex: Ethira Lavellan

Things are quieter now that you are gone. The children miss you and your stories, Lethalan. The Keeper sends her love, and hopes that you are doing well. The clan is sadder without you here.

We heard of the attack on haven. Your ambassador sent us word once you had reached safety. I am glad you are all right. It seems that this is a path truly are destined to follow. I just hope it has a happy ending.

Lessons with the Keeper are much less fun without you here to practice, or help me tutor the younger ones. Talaeia and Ariala miss you greatly. Even Kiili admits that he has noticed the effect of your absence and it weighs upon him. 

Taliso misses his cousin, and those sweet berries you always bring to him from your trips in the forest for herbs. Assan sends his love, and wishes it had been him sent instead of you. I think he’s jealous, honestly. You know how he’s been longing to explore for years, but the Keeper can’t afford to spare him, and I couldn’t bear him being beyond the fold of the clan.Things are not safe anymore with the unrest down south.

I hear things have been going well for the Inquisition. It makes my heart glad to know that your task is going well. Perhaps you will be done soon, and back safely in the arms of the clan. Creators, I hope so. 

I’ve heard rumors of a flat ear you’ve been keeping company with. The Keeper seems to have ignored them, but I know you better. He’s a mage, yes? And he’s good to you, right? Don’t go giving your heart to the wrong people, Lethalan. I’d hate to see you heart broken.

Please, be safe, Lethalan. I will pray for you. 

Your cousin, Sulahn’nehn

~A letter to the Inquisitor

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Monday Madness Prompt List!

It’s monday, and I have no work today, so let’s make me write some fan fictions! For a full list of all my main characters, refer to my About page! 

“You looked at me funny, and I’m not sure if it was flirty, insulting, or if you were even looking at me.”

“PDA is normally not my thing, but I’m drunk and craving your affection.”

“We almost died (again), but we didn’t, so kiss me, damn you.”

*Low-key checking out your ass while walking until I get caught*

They can be AU’s or cannon game setting! Whatever you prefer!

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Monday Madness

Sooooo... Any one up for a bunch of shorts later when I get done with all my chores? I'll post a list of prompts to choose from on top of posting a few teasers for upcoming chapters of all my multi-part and full length fics.

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Daily Drabble Prompts

Here’s today’s drabble prompts! Send me a prompt and a pairing of any of my OCs and I’ll write it out. Your choice of angsty, fluffy, action-y, AU or Cannon setting, or leave it up for me to decide. NSFW writing isn’t something I’m a master at, but I will write it upon request, so bear with me for the mediocre smut.

“You’re beautiful”

‘A day in bed together’

‘Kissing in the rain’

‘Dinner for two. Plus one’

‘Private displays of affection’

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Ask the OCs Week

All week long, my OCs are answering questions about ANYTHING. Feel free to ask them anything! Unfamiliar with all my OCs? Here’s a list of them all and their companions/love interests!

 Dragon age 

Assan Lavellan (Dorian)

Ethira Lavellan (Solas)

Sulahn’nehn Lavellan (Cullen)

Wara Adaar (Iron Bull)

Shazra Cadash (Sera)

Judeas Trevelyan (Cassandra)

Felkan Trevelyan (Josephine)

Ellewyn Trevelyan (Blackwall)

Sihka Mahariel (Alistair)

Ashala Tabris (Zevran)

Skyrim

Fenedath the Fallen (Uthgerd the Unbroken)

Surda the Prowler (Aela the Huntress)

Sadiin the Ghost

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Big Aniversary Blow Out: Day One!

Woo hooo! 1 year on tumblr AND I just went over 250 followers! Time to celebrate like I promised!! Like I said, for a whole week, starting today, my ocs are answering any and all questions, both Dragon Age and Skyrim alike. And, I'll be posting chapters of all my full length WIPs and multi part fan fictions throughout the week as well, along with a bunch of short fics to make up for my lack of fan fiction latelt.

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The Fallen: Skyrim OC

Soooooooo,I posted the prelude of my WIP Tales of the Fallen recently. Just thought I’d post a bitty bit about Fenedath before the first chapter pops up in the next couple of days!

Fenedath was born just after the Oblivion Crisis, making him 200 years old at the start of Skyrim.

He earned his title ‘The Fallen’ after being banished from Summerset Isle for speaking out against the Thalmor as a young man and losing his family’s entire fortune. 

He lost an eye when hunting a werewolf on the border of Valenwood and Elsweyr.

Pretty much, he’s a big, lovable elven nerd, and loves to figure out how things work, especially when magic is involved. 

He loathes undead of any kind, and has a serious hatred of werewolves as well *surprise surprise*

Anyways, the first chapter is nearly done, and I look forward to knowing what you guys think of it!

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Show of Hands

How many skyrimers do I have? Cause I'm about to start posting some of my Skyrim WIP soon.