#tabris x leliana

[moghedien]

anyway anyway anyway fellow Leliana kissers, do we all have the headcanon that when she and the Warden went to visit Justinia/Dorothea after the Blight (before Justinia was Divine), they got married? because that's definitely what I'm been going with in my head since Inquisition but I don't remember anyone talking about it ever.

but like in my case with my Warden, Leliana showed up and was like "I need to get gay married to this elf right now" and like what was Dorothea gonna do? tell her no?

it would be kinda hush hush secret for that reason tho (why Leliana is very intentional with how she refers to the Warden in Inquisition), but I feel like Leliana would appreciate like the Chantry sanctioning their relationship in some way, even if its just one Revered Mother doing it secretly and also my Tabris--who wouldn't care what the Chantry has to say--would maybe heal a bit marrying someone who she actually knows and loves and wants to be with and doing so quietly in a more intimate ceremony.

but also like the fucking power play if Leliana becomes Divine and the Grand Clerics are like 'you have to stop seeing your lover now' and she's like "That's not my lover that's my wife *pulls out the marriage certificate signed by the previous Divine*"

[calico-callista]

Happy pride month!

[rosella-writes]

Rooooooooo you keep opening your prompts and I keep handing you Rosalie/Leli fluff, that's the deal right? I'm making that the deal. So for Rosalie/Leliana, from the ways to say I love your prompts, "Through a song" 🥺

YES I think so!! seems fair enough. 💚 Also for @a-song-in-the-stillness who requested the same prompt for the same pairing. For @dadrunkwriting

Relationship: Leliana x Rosalie Tabris Rating: T Words: 322

Leliana always fell asleep under Rosalie’s watch. Rosalie didn’t mind. She watched over her, as she wished she could have watched over Shianni, as Shianni had watched over her the morning of her wedding day. It was almost a little gift the bard had given her, this chance to look at her face lit by the fire, unmarred by piety or artificial laughter. She almost looked… sad, as much as she looked peaceful in dreams. 

More nights than not, Rosalie found herself humming songs she had known since she was a small child. Her memories of the words were distant, filtered through many drowsy evenings and too many sleepless nights, but she could still hear them in her mother’s voice. She hummed them to Leliana as best she could — little tuneless mumbles, paired with the odd Elvhen word she could recall. Sometimes Leliana’s vivid blue eyes would blink back open, bleary with sleep, and she would smile as Rosalie hurriedly hushed herself and looked away. 

~~~

After a while, Rosalie began to hear that familiar hum, as pervasive and near as the darkspawn’s sickly music in her mind but much more sweet. It thrummed ever stronger as she received blows and dealt them — as she gored a hurlock with her dagger — as she cleaved its head from its shoulder with the longsword in her main hand — as she turned first to Leliana to be sure she was unharmed, then the others one by one. The song, whether she herself hummed it or it was a figment of her imagination, felt as if it strengthened her strikes along with her resolve.

It was only when Leliana smiled, slid her bow back onto her back, and said, “Quietly she goes, right?” that Rosalie realised the song had ended. As they pieced through the rubbage and burned the putrescence of the slain darkspawn away, the humming resumed — it was beautiful in the tones of Leliana’s voice.

[purpleenjoyer]

Bunch of wips and doodles of my beautiful HoF I've been cooking the past few days

[lamon-art]

A crime was committed against her wife and bo will not let that stand

[nandivina]

Pose for the pic

(5 seconds later)

There's always that one couple, isn't there?

(separate drawings under cut)

[gobs-archive]

Gotta say that it's pretty cool of me to have a "human elf human elf" pattern when it comes to my romance choices in Dragon Age.

[anaugust]

My art is not arting recently so I started experimenting with shading and coloring. Not sure how I feel about this one lol

The other version is on twitter

[moghedien]

the timeline of Leliana’s Song vs things said in the city elf origin leave wiggle room for interpretation of exactly when Adaia died and there’s no clear answer for that which I love because I go feral for the potential there

like I’m obsessed with the idea that maybe Adaia did escape the dungeons and maybe she did tell her teenage child that there was a good human that saved her. And that child got their mother back for a little while and was old enough to consider that maybe their mother wasn’t lying and there might be a few decent humans. And then more humans caused trouble and Adaia was killed and there was no “good” human around to save her this time.

And the idea of this random good human becomes like a bitter thing in her child’s mind because the child has seen no evidence of this. They’ve only seen the evil humans can commit in them. They took Adaia twice. But that doesn’t change the fact that a human DID save Adaia from being tortured and killed in a dungeon. They got Adaia back for a little while because of a good human and it becomes a sort of nagging bitter feeling they feel conflicted about.

And then that child grows up and has a wedding that humans use as an excuse to hurt them and their family. They’ve never met a good human. Maybe some (like the priests) will tolerate them enough to perform chantry rituals for them. Duncan may have only helped them because he wanted to conscript them into the Wardens and take them from their family when they’re needed the most.

So Adaia’s child is taken from their home because they’re useful to humans. They end up getting burdened with responsibilities because they’re useful and because of the skills Adaia taught them. They end up traveling with a number of humans. They get exposed to the world outside of the alienage for the first time. Things probably change slowly for them, as they’re getting closer to people and experiencing more. Some humans will like them because they’re needed to save the day. Some humans might just be nice to them for no reason. Then again, a lot won’t and will resent them regardless. Some will just pretend not to notice that a knife ears is leading the Wardens, but it’s clear they do. It’s both validating and complicating their worldview. Maybe their mother wasn’t lying about a human saving her because they were just good. Then again, maybe the human just saved a random elf by happenstance and not from goodness.

They probably get close to number of their human companions in a variety of ways. The fact that the humans are all different and get along to varying degrees is probably complicating their worldview. The fact that they might try to get closer to an elf for no obvious reason instead of sticking together probably complicates it more. Everything is probably very confusing for a very long time.

Maybe Adaia’s child recruits a strange Chantry sister from Lothering, another human. Maybe they find themselves getting closer to her in ways they never expected possible with a human (or with another woman even). And then they find Leliana more and more complicated the more they get closer to her. She’s Orlesian and Ferelden. She’s a spy and a killer, but a Chantry sister and the most earnestly devout person they’ve probably ever met. She’s says offensive things about elves to their face and then actually apologizes to them and thanks them for showing her it was offensive. She will talk big about her seduction skills and then stumble every step of the way as she’s trying to flirt with them. Information about her history and her life trickles in slowly as she gets closer to them and is willing to reveal more.

By the time they’ve learned much about Leliana, Adaia’s child probably realizes how complicated the world actually is for everyone. Maybe they’ve met the dalish and found themselves being looked down on and treated either as human would be or as a child. Maybe they’ve gone to Ozrzammar and realized that oppression can exist outside of human and elves and the Chantry. Maybe they’ve returned home. Maybe they’ve tried to return home and found they weren’t allowed in, to protect them from the rioting elves within. Maybe they’ve saved the queen. Maybe they’ve killed Logain. Maybe they’ve slayed the archdemon and saved the whole damned world by the time it comes. It could be never or after these or anywhere in between when it happens.

But imagine Adaia’s child who is not an adult with a very complicated and shifting worldview, who used to only have the concept of there being at least one good human to complicate their world. One good human that gave them their mother back for a little while at least. And now they’re close to a human. They’re in love with a human who is extremely complicated and who won’t tell them honest truths about her past until they’re very close and much time has passed. Time in which their worldview has probably shifted a great deal and got much more complicated.

Imagine how it would go for Adaia’s child in this circumstance when the details of Leliana’s past finally come out and she’s willing to talk about them. When they find out that the same estate where she was betrayed and tortured was the estate they rampaged through, slaughtering humans to save their family and themself.

And it isn’t even pride that makes her reveal it. She isn’t bragging. She didnt feel like she was a good person in the moment. She struggles to feel like she’s a person now, even when she knows her actions are for the greater good. So imagine Adaia’s child when Leliana almost offhandedly mentions saving other prisoners from the dungeon. Including an elven woman who said she’d tell her child about Leliana and the fact that there are good humans like her.

[a-gay-bloodmage]

Day 10: Adaia Would be Proud

(Leliana x Faelyn Tabris)

After being freed from his capture by Tevinter slavers, Cyrion Tabris allows his daughter to herd all of her new friends into their tiny apartment. He never expected to see his daughter alive again, let alone see her love again.

Written for the @loveofdragonage event!

[rosella-writes]

me making Rosalie Tabris: this’ll be great she’ll kiss Leliana and stab people

me realising this world state winds up with hardened Leliana as Divine and Rosalie would 100% divorce her over it: D:

[sadmages]

Happy Dragon Age Day here's some of my old self-indulgent art <3

[her-gracious-lady-herald-bits1]

Pairing: Leliana/ Female Tabris

The first bottle is nestled at the base of a tree, its red ribbon fluttering faintly in the breeze. Leliana pauses, staring at the glass.

Antivan Red.

(It’s the kind of wine she hasn’t touched since—)

Her throat tightens. She reaches down, brushing her fingers over the bottle’s neck, where a stem of Andraste’s Grace has been tucked beneath the ribbon. The petals are delicate, their pale pink edges only slightly wilted. Leliana’s breath hitches.

She pulls the parchment note free.

*Oi, you coming or what?*

The messy scrawl pulls a faint smile from her, but it doesn’t quite reach her chest. She straightens, taking the bottle and the flower before she moves on.

More bottles follow, each with another note tied around its neck and another stem of Andraste’s Grace tucked carefully into the bow. The trail winds deeper into the woods, sunlight catching on glass and ribbons, and Leliana’s steps slow as she collects them.

*Better be worth all this sodding effort.*

*Zev says I’m being dramatic. He can piss off.*

(Her lips twitch at that one.)

The flowers are clumsily tied, some of their stems snapped where they’ve been forced into place. Leliana brushes her fingers over one of the petals.

The faint sound of cursing pulls her attention ahead. Leliana steps through the trees and into a clearing.

Kallian is there, wrestling with the laces of a crimson Orlesian gown. The dress clings awkwardly to her frame, one shoulder slipping down to bare the bronze of her skin. The hem drags in the dirt, catching on roots.

"Sodding—bloody—who even wears this shite—"

"Kallian," Leliana calls.

Kallian freezes mid-yank, spinning toward her. Her golden-brown eyes narrow beneath the edge of a silver-and-red mask, her mouth curling into something between a smirk and a grimace.

"Oh. Uh." She clears her throat. "Didn’t think you’d get here so fast."

"You left quite the trail," Leliana replies, stepping into the clearing. Her gaze sweeps over Kallian—the dirt streaked on her arm, the ribbons tied at her wrists, the faint tension in her posture.

(And the dress. And the mask. And the fact that she’s standing in the middle of nowhere with Andraste’s Grace practically spilling out of her hands.)

Kallian shifts, rubbing the back of her neck. "Figured you might miss the fancy Orlesian shite. Thought I’d… I dunno. Bring some of it back."

Leliana’s steps falter.

Fancy Orlesian shite. Marjolaine, lounging in a gold-trimmed chair, boots on the table, laughing low and sharp. Leliana’s hand brushed a ribbon, its knot uneven.

And here is Kallian—tangled in lace and ribbons, surrounded by bottles and flower

"it's not good enough, Ain't it?” Kallian asks, her voice aiming for casual but missing the mark.

One of her ears flicks faintly, betraying her.

Leliana forces herself forward, her hand brushing the slipping strap of Kallian’s dress.

"It’s perfect," she murmurs.

Kallian stiffens, her mouth twitching. "Maker’s tits, you’re laying it on thick."

"Am I?" Leliana tilts her head, her hand lingering before stepping behind Kallian. "You’re meant to lace it like this."

Her fingers work at the fabric. The laces are tangled, and the dress is too loose to sit properly, but Leliana takes her time.

(There’s no rush. Kallian is practically vibrating under her touch anyway.)

"And the mask?" Leliana asks softly.

“Might’ve pinched it off some fancy bastard," Kallian mutters. Then, quickly: "Bought it. Proper-like."

"Of course." Leliana hums.

"And the wine?"

"Zev nicked it."

"That explains a lot."

Leliana finishes the last lace and steps back, her gaze lingering as Kallian turns to face her.

"Well?" Kallian mutters, her voice gruff. "You gonna say I look ridiculous or what?"

Leliana lets her gaze trail over her—ribbons slipping loose at her wrists, dirt smudged at her elbow, the faint sheen of sweat on her brow. "Ridiculous? No." Her voice softens. "Beautiful."

Kallian blinks, her ears flicking faintly. Leliana sees the way they angle forward, even as Kallian’s mouth curls into a crooked grin.

"Right," Kallian mutters. "If you say so."

"I do."

The silence between them stretches, warm and weighted. Leliana tilts her head, her gaze lingering on the mask. She reaches for it without thinking, her fingers brushing its edge.

"May I?"

Kallian nods stiffly.

The mask comes away slowly, revealing sharp features and freckled skin. Leliana’s breath catches at the flush high on Kallian’s cheeks, the golden-brown eyes that flick to hers before darting away.

Leliana exhales softly. "This," she begins, her voice quieter now, "was thoughtful of you."

Kallian shifts, her ears angling back slightly. "Figured it might help."

"It does." Leliana’s fingers brush the edge of Kallian’s dress again, trailing over a stray ribbon. She doesn’t step closer—not yet. Instead, she lets the moment linger, the clearing falling quiet save for the faint rustle of leaves.

"I don’t know if you realise," Leliana murmurs, "just how much this means to me."

Kallian shrugs, muttering, "It’s nothing, really."

(It’s not nothing, but Leliana doesn’t push.)

She steps closer now, her voice quiet as her fingers curl lightly around Kallian’s wrist. "Thank you,"she whispers.

Kallian doesn’t speak. Her breath hitches slightly when Leliana’s touch lingers. The silence stretches again, steady and warm, until Leliana tilts her head just slightly, her lips curving faintly.

And then—slowly, carefully—she leans in.

The kiss is soft, unhurried, and quiet. There’s no urgency, no clash of teeth—just the gentle press of Leliana’s lips against Kallian’s. She feels the tension in Kallian’s shoulders ease by degrees, the slight tilt of her head as she leans in, too.

When they part, neither speaks for a long moment. Kallian’s ears flick faintly, her expression unreadable until she mutters, “Well. That wasn’t terrible.”

(Leliana’s laugh feels lighter than it has in weeks.)

---

[dragonagecinema]

Happy Valentine's Day! 💞

Mine is Alistair 🥰 It was my first fully fledged romance in a video game and it stands strong up to this day ❤️

During my first Dragon Age Origins playthrough, my intention was to romance Zevran, but instead my city elf Warden fell madly in love with Alistair🤴🏼 She helped him become king, but because I picked an unfortunate dialogue option, he broke up with her 💔

She didn't agree to Morrigan's ritual, still hoping they would get back together. At the end, when it became clear that both of them wouldn't survive, she made the ultimate sacrifice and killed the Archdemon 🗡🐲

I remedied the situation in my subsequent playthrough which is now my canon, where she remained Alistair's mistress and they are both alive and well. However, looking back, I now believe the way things turned out the first time makes a more epic story 😆

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[v-arbellanaris]

no one tagged me btw i just did this myself but. oc kiss from this picrew for my da ocs. im obsessed... more info under the tag

evadne/leliana | evadne/morrigan | faris/tamlen

kal/alistair | kal/zevran | kal/loghain

aedan/morrigan | aedan/leliana | aedan/anora

anders/miranda | rowan/fenris

lysander/anders | amalia/isabela | joan/sebastian

muna/merrill | muna/anders

isra/cullen | isra/mahanon

solas/marya | iskandar/cassandra

iskandar/solas | iskandar/jurian ( @dellamortethelesser's amell oc )

hala/lucanis | roisin/emmrich

roisin/neve | roisin/davrin

[sakuyira]

[🐉] DRAGON AGE: The Warden-Commander Ahrien Tabris and her super dangerous, bloodthirsty and cool spy girlfriend.

this drawing took me a good few hours to complete, and I only decided to post it here now 🫠.