#teagan x surana

[slothssassin-art]

Teagan and Ysmeria as gifts from @tessa1972 to @shanaraharlyah ♥

Drawing gifts from one friend to another is my fav! @shanaraharlyah happy birthday to you again, and @tessa1972 it's always a joy to work with you!

[shanaraharlyah]

Last Line Monday

I was tagged by the wonderful @cleverblackcat. Thank you sweetie! **hug** This is where I left off with one of my Ysmeria x Teagan WIPs, which I really need to get back to work on! Context is arrival in Redcliffe before the final battle.

There was so much uncertainty in their lives right now. The only certainty was that she would leave him behind tomorrow. He hated being asked to stay behind. He would follow her to death's door if he could. All he wanted right now was for her to be happy and with him for whatever time they had left.

I will tag @tessa1972, @raflesia65, @fantasy-art-room, @degenerate-otaku, @darth-salem-emperor-of-earth, @kojottek, @notebooks-and-laptops and anyone else who would like to join in!

[herald-divine-hell]

To Amayian from Teagan:

To me, you are my all, and as long as our souls are connected I will love you for all our highs and lows.

To Alex from Cal:

There is no one I trust more than you, you are my love, my sun, my spark. But let me take care of you just as you have for me. You deserve rest too.

Amayian would smile a little, though it would be shy and small. "I will strive to keep it always high, and though it may be low at times, know I will try to pick you up."

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Alexandra would smile. "As long as you get some rest, I can accept that. But you are my storm, the spark of my heart, the rain that fertilizes the desert of my sorrow."

[whereismywarden]

Fanfic Masterpost (2024 Edition)

As I'm slowly getting back into writing, I thought it would be a good idea to make a new, up-to-date masterpost for my fics.

I've sorted them into series to make things easier, and each series is listed under its canon worldstate. (Well, I use "canon" loosely since I write a lot of canon-divergent crap, but you know what I mean.)

[Last Update: 23/11/2024]

Sad Mages Worldstate

Warden Loris Surana (🏳️‍⚧️♂️), Alwyn Hawke (♂️), Inquisitor Violette Surana (♀️)

Circle Mages - Daylen Amell & Surana's lives before the Blight

⚠️ Surana was written and is depicted pre-transition.

💕 Amell x Surana.

✨ Also canon in the Second Chances Worldstate (see below).

Warden Surana during and after the Blight

⚠️ Surana was written and is depicted pre-transition.

💕 Alistair x Surana; Carver x Surana.

💀 Alistair made the ultimate sacrifice.

Alwyn Hawke

💕 Anders x Hawke, Rylen x Hawke.

Inquisitor Violette Surana

💕 Orsino x Violette; Samson x Violette.

✨ Violette is Loris' mother (as the name suggests), but also Cullen's (not yet depicted in fics but will be eventually).

✨ Idk if I'll ever write about their time together but I'm also planning to have her romance Solas (post-breakup fics are more likely, however).

✨ Also canon in the Second Chances Worldstate (see below).

Second Chances Worldstate

Warden Daylen Amell (♂️), Alwyn Hawke (♂️), Inquisitor Violette Surana (♀️)

One for the Road

💕 Alistair x non-Warden Loris Surana; past Amell x Surana; past Carver x Surana; background Amell x Morrigan.

💀 Alistair became a drunk, and Loghain made the ultimate sacrifice.

💀 Carver died in the Deep Roads.

✨ Ongoing longfic.

Also canon in this worldstate: Circle Mages series & Inquisitor Violette Surana series.

Homecoming Worldstate

Warden Elaine Cousland (🏳️‍⚧️♀️), Violetta Hawke (♀️), Inquisitor Violette Surana (♀️), Rook Loris de Riva (🏳️‍⚧️♂️)

Lady Elaine Cousland's life before the Blight

💕 Nathaniel x Cousland.

✨ This series can be considered canon across all worldstates.

✨ Elle will also be paired with Sebastian (both pre and post-Blight) and Leliana (during the Blight).

Violetta Hawke

✨ Letta is paired with Isabela (which only comes up in passing so far) and Merrill (which hasn't come up yet).

Lovers in the Dark Worldstate

Warden Kalian Tabris (♀️), Inquisitor Asaara Adaar (♀️)

Warden Kalian Tabris

💕 Alistair x Tabris.

✨ King Alistair with Mistress Tabris.

The Adaar Sisters

💕 Cullen x Asaara Adaar; Varric x Issala Adaar.

Other Fanfics

Warden Shaelyn Mahariel

💕 Bethany x Mahariel.

Old/Non-canon fics featuring my OCs

💕 Alistair x Surana; Carver x Surana.

Misc. Works

💕 Cassandra x Hawke; Alistair x Zevran x Tabris; Teagan x Cousland; Alistair x Aeducan; Cullen x Surana.

✨ Most of these are works that were created as part of exchanges or other fandom events.

[shanaraharlyah]

Thank you so much for the tag, @valyrra! 😘 Love your girls and Natty is so cute!

HL Hellendil x Sebastian Sallow

DAO Ysmeria Surana x Teagan Guerrin

I'll tag @raflesia65 @velnat004 @tessa1972 @raenegade-accio @queen-of-stoneharts @fantasy-art-room @slothssassin @sallowslytherin @snowfolly and anyone else who wants to join!

Eden and Ghost in Modern Warfare

Eden and Ghost in "Spiral"

Eden and Ghost in Fallout: New Vegas AU

Tagged by the lovely @inafieldofdaisies 💞💞

Picrew here

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[noeldressari]

Made a nice little aesthetic for my problem child Eryn and @this-is-something-idk-what​‘s sweet baby Teagan. I still love the ship between these two

[elevanetheirin]

Chapter 4 of A Bitter Pill

Who I am sfw,1817 words Characters: Alistair Theirin, Teagan Guerrin, Eamon Guerrin, Varric Tethras, Merra Surana

 The next morning Merra woke to the sounds of a bustling palace. The previous day she’d hardly seen anyone. It had been odd to be honest, it had been eerily similar to during the Blight when most of the occupants had fled the on coming darkspawn. That morning however there was no mistaking the sounds of the servants working feverishly.

She’d just finished dressing in what had become her regular attire since walking out of the Warden keep, an altered version of the Warden mage armor. Altered enough that no one would have guessed she were a mage and no longer the Warden blue. There was a gentle knock on the door. Merra expected to see a servant standing in the door way, instead there stood Teagan, the grin split his face so wide Merra wondered if it hurt.

“Merra! Thank the Maker!” Teagan greeted her with a hug she hadn’t expected. “I am so glad you’ve come back. Alistair hasn’t been the same since he returned from seeing you at Amaranthine, and then you had disappeared. I swear to Andraste I thought he was going to run off and search for you.”

All this he’d managed to blurt out before closing the door.

“It’s nice to see you too Teagan.” Merra chuckled. The man never ceased to amaze her at how open he was and accepting compared to his brother.

The two friends sat down and caught up on how things had been. Alistair it seemed had become inconsolable and quite melancholy since she’d left him in the Anderfels. She was as surprised as Teagan had been that the King hadn’t just left, at least based on what the Arl was saying. Merra felt that she needed to explain to Teagan that she had no intention of staying indefinitely in Denerim, the man was under the illusion that she’d come to what? Be Alistair’s mistress despite having said she wouldn’t years ago? Merra wasn’t sure, although with Teagan he probably would have advocated for marriage not despite Eamon but probably to spite his older brother.

Teagan became Merra’s only confidante in her plan to cure her blight and as far as she knew he’d always kept that secret. Someone had to know, because someone was going to have to pick up the pieces of Alistair’s heart if she couldn’t find a way to make sure his life without her was a happy one.

The Palace continued to go through vast alterations over the next week. Alistair had the banners hung for the first time since he’d become King making the decision to alternate them with Grey Warden banners. It was a nice gesture but Merra shuddered every time she passed them in the halls. Alistair would always be proud of being a Warden, he never understood how much Merra despised it even though he too wanted to cure the inevitable Calling from the Blighted blood she now carried. If her theory was correct, Alistair never would have his Calling.

The cosmetic changes weren’t the only ones going on in the Denerim Palace. Merra learned that Alistair’s disposition really had been that bad while she was away. Servants were afraid of him, not that he beat them, but he yelled a lot and randomly. He would be in a mood and pass one in the hall randomly screaming at them to get to work. Most had started to avoid him all together unless they had no choice. Alistair in turned preferred to be alone and from what she could gather if he didn’t have to be sitting on the throne wearing the crown that weighed him down with despair Alistair would be found in his suite sitting at his desk staring at nothing, or sleeping.

Meanwhile the couple were nearly inseparable when Alistair wasn’t holding court, which was every day. There was always someone needing something, or wanting him to settle some dispute.  He was the King after all and it was a job. Merra didn’t resent his duties, she did however now regret making him King, even if it was what was best for Ferelden it seemed to be taking its toll on Alistair.

Gone was the sweet goofy Alistair, in his place was a man who was burdened down with responsibility he’d never wanted, although visibly happier, and with a happier disposition now that she was here. Alistair wasn’t as kind as he had been. Something about him was different and Merra didn’t like it at all. She wondered often how many of those changes would have happened anyway and how many of them could be laid at her feet for the choices she had made. She loved him still, and always will, there was more to him than being the clown in all things, but she missed the Alistair she’d known.

 “Just hold up a minute there Sparrow.” Varric Interrupted Merra’s story telling, “so no one had any issues with you just showing up and shacking up with the King?”

“Varric, would you let me finish? For a storyteller you certainly are bad at listening to the whole story before asking questions.” Merra laughed, she could tell Varric was getting interested in the story and now she really was worried he’d write a book.

Varric put his hands up, “Fine, you’re right continue.” He gestured with a flourish.

 There were whispers among the palace’s residents. Several of the older servants made comments that later would make more sense to Merra. “He’s more like Maric than I had thought.” Or similar was often overheard. They however didn’t truly seem to mind, they preferred the King with Merra to the King without her and often told her so. There were also those who despised her and avoided her for one reason or another. She was a mage and an elf and regardless of the fact that she had helped end the recent Blight it hadn’t taken long for some people to forget that. She’d known it would happen, she just didn’t realize that 3 years after the Blight and people were already preferring she go back to the tower where she belonged, or the Alienage, anything to get her away from them.

Merra had been back in Denerim about a week when it happened. The storm could be heard from outside the gates all the way into the palace halls. Alistair was holding court, some discussion about the Alienage rebuilding, but Merra was out in the garden, which probably was why she heard it loud and clear. It’s not like Eamon was attempting in the least to keep his voice down.

“WHERE IS SHE! WHERE IS THAT ELF!” the word elf coming out like a curse.

Merra didn’t rush towards the front hall, she took her time. She’d known this was coming and she’d actually prepared for it. Eamon wasn’t the threat he saw himself to be and it was time someone put him in his place. His stomping foot falls could be heard echoing off the walls as he came towards her. He rounded the corner near his office just as she reached his door.

Eamon flung the door open and screamed at her. “Inside NOW!”

The former Arl of Redcliffe had been in the Bannorn and had apparently heard that the King of Ferelden had been spending his nights in the suite of the Hero of the Fifth Blight. A smile flitted across Merra’s face as she followed Eamon inside. Oh, this is going to be good she thought to herself.

Before the door was even closed Eamon began his rant.

“How dare you! How dare you come here and seduce Alistair. Who do you think you are? You are an elf and a mage. I will not have you destroy everything I have worked for to keep Calenhad’s descendants on the throne! You will leave and you will leave this instant. I will not have an elven WHORE...”

Merra reached for the dagger she kept on her hip, now out of habit but it was there for fighting at close range, when a darkspawn got too close, and flung it at Eamon, it stuck directly beside his hand and into the desk. The former Arl sputtered and stared at her incredulously.

“ENOUGH! First of all, Eamon”, she spit his name out like venom, “You will not speak to me like that, not now not ever. I don’t care who you think you are but it’s time you remembered your place as well as who I am.”

Shock spread across his face, he honestly looked as though he had no idea what she was talking about.

“If it were not for this ‘elven whore’ you would be dead, your son would be an abomination and Ferelden would be swallowed up by the blight while being in the throes of a civil war, and you will treat me with the respect that not only I deserve but with the respect you would treat the Divine. Or so help me Eamon you will regret it. I will have what I came here for and you cannot stop me. If you force me to leave, oh, I will leave but I will take your precious Calenhad bloodline with me and you know I can do it. I will leave you with nothing. Ferelden will be out one King and you will be standing here with all the blame on your own shoulders. Until I leave here you will not speak to me again. You will treat Alistair like you approve of this situation. As a matter of fact, you will tell him outright that you are happy I am here. If it will be better for you, you may leave until I am gone. Otherwise you will do as I have told you or I swear to the Maker, Andraste, the Creators and anyone else I will make your life miserable and Alistair and I will leave here and never look back. Do we understand each other?”

Merra didn’t even wait for a reply, she snatched her dagger out of the desk top deftly returning it to it’s sheath. She threw open the door and, in the hallway, stood Teagan. He began to clap, smiling from ear to ear. It was abundantly clear in that moment that Teagan, while respectful of Eamon, did not approve of his brothers’ beliefs.

Running footsteps proceeded the King as he came around the corner yelling, “Where is Eamon? I will not have it!”

Merra smiled at Alistair and placed a hand on his arm. “Eamon is fine now, everything will be fine Alistair. Don’t worry about it.”

Merra shook with anger and fear. She’d always been the one who’d listened and watched, rarely did she speak up the only other occasion she had found to do so was the day she’d met Loghain at the Landsmeet.

[shanaraharlyah]

Thank you so much sweetie! I love it! 💕 You do phenomenal work!

@shanaraharlyah 's Ysmeria Surana and Teagan kissing (◡‿◡✿) as a giveaway prize

Thank you!

[randomnonsensedragonage]

Alistair Appreciation Week Masterpost

A quick round up of the fics I wrote (or submitted) for the recent @alistairappreciationweek. All are Alistair x Anora, except for the first one.

(And don’t worry, I’m still working on what would have been my day 7 entry. It’s just taking longer/proving more complicated than I’d expected ^^;)

Day 1- Warden Alistair

A Ritual (Alistair x Surana)

Day 2- King Alistair

Adjustments and Apologies (cw: character death)

Day 3- Angst

Anniversary (cw: character death)

Day 4- Family

Familiarity

Day 5- Friendship

Things Change (cw: character death)

[jadewing-realms]

zevwarden week 2022 - day 1

i only just learned this is a thing, so i have nothing prepared, but i figured i’d attempt some flash fiction anyway. i’ve never written for dragon age before, much less written zevran, so... here goes. be kind to me jfklsfjds

Fandom: Dragon Age: Origins

Title: ZevWarden Week, Day 1 - Culture

Pairing: Zevran x male!Warden; Zevran Arainai x Salem Surana (x Leliana, poly!Warden inferred)

Word Count: 1,493

Zevran has a difficult relationship with the memories of his old home and the culture surrounding it. The Warden never got the chance to have a home, a culture, which tends to lead him to pry into others’, especially Zev’s. Finding some sort of balance between these vastly differing histories is a complicated affair. 

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It had been a long time since Zevran fully denounced anything that reminded him of Antiva. As much as he often told boastful stories of the hardships that land held for all who called it home, relishing in the way it made more fortunate people incredibly uncomfortable to consider, he never liked recalling those darker corners of his mind. They were the parts of him that haunted his worst nightmares. He didn’t know what to do with them. So he made light of them, brushed them off as inconsequential campfire stories and little more. Beyond that, he was content to ignore the memories.

So when his dear Grey Warden began asking probing questions about the Antivan observation of Satinalia, he dismissed it at first. Mentioned the usual, the drinking, the dancing, the Crow meetings, the feasting and tomfoolery, everything the average tourist would expect to hear, and he didn’t bother elaborating. He’d come to realize later that he’d neglected to notice the subtle furrow of disappointment in Salem’s pallid brow.

In his defense, Salem had many furrows in his face. The blood magic had not been kind to his elven features. Zevran was used to finding him sitting beneath a tree, legs and arms crossed, back to the trunk and a ponderous expression twisting that pale, scar-worn face. He’d ask what he was thinking about, and Salem always had an interesting answer.

As the Ferelden autumn waned, Salem kept coming to him, little questions about Satinalia on his lips. It reached a point of incessance, and Zevran let his temper get the better of him at one point.

“Stop! I do not know what this is, why you seem so insistent about a culture that is not yours, but I am not a guidebook. This is not a pleasant thing for me to remember! Do you understand?” His voice had been sharp, defensive. “Question after question. Please - let it lie.”

No, Satinalia - as infectious as the lively holiday air was every year, as enjoyable as the festivities and the masks and the food was - was a fancy coat hanging on the emaciated shoulders of all his greatest regrets. Greatest fears. A life in which such occasions were only temporary respites from despair. 

Salem had heeded him, left the subject alone after that. Later, when his royal majesty, Alistair, came to Zevran with similar questions, he just about told the Ferelden off for doing Salem’s dirty work for him. Alistair had been confused, in that silly, rather endearing way he always was.

“What are you talking about? He has nothing to do with - well, not nothing...”

“Aha!” Zev had been so terribly confident. “I knew it! I told him, I do not want to think about it, and now, I am telling you the same.” He’d folded his arms, pointedly averting his gaze, like a petulant child. He didn’t even care that much, but he’d made his stand and was digging in his heels.

“Oh, well, I mean...” Alistair had shrugged. “I guess... That makes some sense. But uh. If you change your mind... we’re all sort of... conspiring? What I mean is, we - Leliana, Oghren, Teagan - were hoping to throw a sort of... our own celebration, just for Surana. Just a little private matter. Bring a little something from all our homelands, since... you know... the Tower and everything.”

The Tower. Something had clicked, then. Zevran wanted to ignore the culture of his homeland, leave it behind, never look upon it again. Salem... had nothing. No culture, no history to speak of, fondly or not. He’d spoken of it in passing, always fleeting and shallow, the same way Zevran spoke of his own history - a young city elf, just a boy, taken from his home. Locked in a fortress. Knowing of only what traditions the Circle deemed fit for him to know.

That experience was what gave Salem the bone-deep curiosity Zevran found so enticing, after all. 

Still, it seemed a hollow gift if Zevran were to simply concede, knowing all the possible reminders of Antiva he may have to face should traditions make their way into this little celebration. He’d get lost in them.

"Then rewrite them,” Leliana had said one night, as the two lay in bed, waiting up for a Warden who’d been caught up in writing a number of diplomatic missives.

“How do you mean, exactly?” Zev hadn’t hidden his bewilderment from her.

“Well,” she said, patient, “it is not Satinalia itself that has caused you pain, is it?”

“Well, no.”

“It is the memories around it, yes?”

“I suppose.”

“Then perhaps it is worth attempting to replace those old and painful memories... with happier ones. Like covering an old painting with something new, better.” She’d smiled, reaching to pat his cheek. “Past hurts so easily become the gateway to future pain. If there is a way to leave them behind... try.”

It was easy to say. Not so easy to do. But... perhaps it could be worth it, he thought. Salem was certainly worth the effort of an attempt, at least once. The more he thought about it, the more he became determined to stare those memories in the face as he blatantly replaced them; it seemed a fitting end to them. Perhaps it was then pure spite motivating him... but he was more than willing to take it.

So Zevran helped the others out, and when the holiday at last arrived, his contribution was simple but noticeable - aside from the 10-course meal, he’d told them all to bring masks of their own making. He made two; one for himself, and one for Salem. His, he kept simple, just a black mask with a little beak, asymmetrical in design, a black plume rippling from the same side as his tattoo. 

For Salem, something stranger, macabre. A deer’s skull he found in the wilds, cleaned to perfection, iron melted into the cracks and polished, the inside hollowed enough to sit comfortably on a sultry, scarred face.

The grin that split Salem’s lips when he saw it made the whole endeavor immediately worth it. 

The night was one of revelry, fresh wine, lively music, hearty food, and even better company - so similar but so different from the Satinalias past that Zevran remembered. He had a few moments where something would strike deep and give him pause, leave him needing to recollect himself for but a moment. But each time, he found his dear Warden in the small crowd, met his eyes through the skull’s sockets, and Salem would beckon with a hand. It was enough.

After they all trailed home for the night, drunk and in very high spirits, Leliana told them not to wait for her. Salem didn’t question it; Zevran caught her glance and silently thanked her for the night to themselves. He’d repay her later.

Later, lying thoroughly exhausted against his Warden’s pale chest, he felt Salem’s voice vibrate against his ear. “It wasn’t too much, I hope... tonight.”

“Too much?”

“The reminders.”

“Oh... no. It... well, it was a little much. But nothing I cannot deal with.”

“Zev.”

“Yes, my love?”

A kiss graced his hair. “Don’t pretend. Not for me.”

He shifted, folded his arms under his chin so he could look up at Salem’s face from his belly. “Okay, okay. Maybe there were a few moments when I wanted nothing more than to leave that hall. But... I do not want to give those old memories the satisfaction of ruining my fun any longer. My present is not my past - thanks to you.”

Salem laughed, and Zevran swallowed down the flock of butterflies that swarmed his stomach. “Well, who could resist this charm?” Slender hand caressed his cheek, the side without the tattoo, and Zevran’s eyes fluttered shut. “Truly, though... I am sorry I asked so much. I was just-”

“Curious.” At last, Zevran smiled. Not smugly, but warmly. “I know. I think... we both know so little of life outside the ones we escaped. It is good to ask questions. To learn of all the wonders we were once deprived... at the same time, doing our best to honor the little joys that kept us from drowning before. So that they may add to the joys we get to share now.”

“The joys, huh? Well... Just so you know, there is no joy from distant lands that will ever mean more to me than... you. Your happiness. If I can help put your darkest moments to rest, I will do everything in my power.” Salem smiled back, those crooked lips so very gentled off the battlefield, behind closed doors. “And I don’t mean to brag, but... we both know that’s a lot of power. So really, those bad dreams should be running scared. They don’t stand a chance.”

Ah. There it was. In that moment, Zevran forgot Antiva entirely, and thought only of how he would remember this Satinalia for that smile alone.

[herald-divine-hell]

Teagan 🍑➡ Amayian

Cal 🛏➡️ Alex

Teagan/Amayian

19.🍑➡ to give a pinch on the bottom

Amayian will blink when he feels Teagan pinch his bottom, a touch red. He'll ask her if something is wrong, but hold her close.

Cal/Alex

20. 🛌🏻➡ to ask my muse to bed

Alexandra would just give Cal a fond smile, before saying, "Since it is Valentine's Day, I'll make an exception." Then she slips underneath the bed sheets and patters her face in kisses to get Cal to laugh.

[freethemages]

Thought since I’ve never done so, I’d list all my favourite DA ships (though inevitably I’ll forget some). Multi shipper here ofc.

Mains are in bold

Featuring one of my OCs:

Tristan Amell x Alistair Theirin

Garrett Hawke x Anders (Handers)

Tristan Trevelyan x Cullen Rutherford (Cullevelyan)

Mahanon Lavellan x Dorian Pavus (Pavellan)

Asharel Lavellan x The Iron Bull

Asharel Lavellan x Josephine Montilyet

Tristan Trevelyan x Dorian Pavus (Pavelyan)

Tristan Trevelyan x Alistair Theirin x Cullen Rutherford (Cullistairvelyan, OT3)

Tristan Amell x Zevran Arainai

NPCs:

Cullen Rutherford x Alistair Theirin (Cullistair)

Alistair Theirin x Zevran Arainai (Zevistair)

Cullen Rutherford x Dorian Pavus (Cullrian)

Anders x Nathaniel Howe (Nanders)

Anders x Karl Thekla (Kanders)

Carver Hawke x Isabela

Carver Hawke x Alistair Theirin (Carvistair)

Isabela x Merrill (Merribela)

Dorian Pavus x Anders (Dorianders)

Dorian Pavus x The Iron Bull (Adoribull)

Cassandra Pentaghast x Varric Tethras

Josephine Montilyet x Thom Rainier

Anders x Hawke x Nathaniel Howe

Anders x Alistair Theirin (Anderstair)

Honourable mentions:

Anders x Fenris (Fenders)- I don’t actually ship them, but a lot of the content is so damn good I love it anyway.

Garrett Hawke x Varric Tethras

Jowan x Anders

Jowan x Amell/Surana

Cullen Rutherford x Amell/Surana

Maric Theirin x Fiona

Sten x Shale

Single characters that I love and just want more stuff of in general:

Bann/Arl Teagan Guerrin

Warden Commander Duncan

Lace Harding

King Cailan Theirin

Finn Aldebrandt

Krem Aclassi

Professor Bram Kenric

Felassan

Abelas

Avvar mages!

Daveth

Tamlen

[mahalzevran]

Sana Lang (Tayo)

Pairing: F!Surana x Alistair

Rating: General Audiences

Tags: Unrequited love

Summary: Alistair and Surana marry after the Blight

Notes: Sort of companion to this, but it’s not necessary to read it.

Rhian waited expectantly for his answer.

Alistair furrowed his eyebrows. “Are you sure about this?”

“I talked it over with Anora. I think it could work. She said she’d be fine as the royal advisor. This way a Theirin can be on the throne and she still has a part in running things.”

“But you as queen?”

“It would be good. An elven mage in a powerful position? It would show that Ferelden is ready for reform.”

He crossed his arms. “Do you even know how Fereldan politics works?”

“Do you?”

“Not really, but probably more than you.”

“Then you can teach me!” Alistair suddenly became aware of her hand on his arm. And how warm her touch felt.  “Plus, whatever we both don’t know, we can learn together.”

His heart leapt when she said together. They would be together. In a way anyway. He knew the wedding was only for political convenience. Maybe over time she would...he shook the thought out of his head. She was with Zevran and he’s a friend. He couldn’t think that way.

“Well?” she said.

“Okay,” he said finally. He couldn’t resist those black eyes.

~ • ~

Alistair replayed the conversation in his head over and over. Maybe this was a mistake. He looked over to the right at his Uncle Teagan. He gave him a smile as if to say “you can do this”. Alistair wiped his sweaty hands on his pants and took a deep breath.

At that moment, Rhian walked through the doors of the main hall. Her black hair was up in a bun, with only her bangs and tiny wisps of hair framing her face. Attached to her hair was a veil that widened as it cascaded down to the floor. The dress, however, was obviously the centerpiece. It looked beautiful on her. It had translucent sleeves, shaped similarly to bells, that fell just short of her wrist. A piece of cloth, made with the same off-white fabric as her top, covered her shoulders and was fastened at the front with a brooch bearing the Fereldan crest. The skirt was almost as wide as she was tall. It was made with a dark blue fabric, in honor of the Grey Wardens, and had silver embroidery that shone whenever the light hit it. And with the sun lighting her from behind, she looked like an angel.

As she took her place next to him, Alistair noticed something glinting on her ear. A simple gold hoop. Zevran’s earring. He felt his spirits fall slightly. Of course she had worn it. Why wouldn’t she? They met eyes and Rhian gave him a small smile, which he returned. He tried to keep his focus on the Chantry Mother rather than the sinking feeling in his chest. As they finished saying their vows, Alistair almost waited for the kiss but then he remembered that they had agreed not to do it. He stuck his arm out and Rhian took it. They walked down the aisle. As they passed by, he pretended not to notice Rhian stealing a quick glance at Zevran.

He hadn’t been king for long and he was already tired of shmoozing with the nobles. Just as he thought was about to get a break, another one would come in, offer congratulations, and proceed with some small talk. He made a note to ask Uncle Eamon for tips on how to deal with this after everything was done. He quickly scanned the crowd for Rhian and found her just as Zevran was about to lean in for a kiss. He felt his heart skip a beat and he braced himself, but then she pulled away. He figured that she wanted to play it safe for now. He felt guilty for feeling relieved.

As the tension left his shoulders, an announcement was made for the couple’s first dance. Alistair made his way over to Rhian. He took her hand, leading her to the middle of the dance floor. Once there, he placed his other hand on her waist and they began to dance as the music started. He hoped that she couldn’t feel how clammy his hand was.

As they danced, Alistair couldn’t help but marvel how beautiful she looked in the glow of the candlelight around them. The way the light reflected in her black eyes reminded him of stars in the night sky. She was looking up at him and smiling. He felt like the luckiest person in the world to have such beautiful smile directed at him. He was warm all over. Alistair subconsciously began to lean closer but was cut short when the music ended and Rhian took her hand off his shoulder. He hoped no one had noticed. They both took their bow as the rest of the people clapped.

~ • ~

The goblet rang as the piece of bread landed easily inside. Leliana turned to Alistair and raised her eyebrows at him in challenge. He grabbed a piece of bread and got into position. Once he felt confident of his aim, he threw the bread with all his might. The two of them watched as the piece landed several feet past the target. Leliana raised her arms and cheered.

“Alright, you win,” Alistair said.

“Did you really think you could beat an archer on this?”

Alistair chuckled and shook his head. Just then one of the nobles, who was very visibly drunk, walked up to Leliana. They tried to strike up a conversation with her, only to pause for a moment and throw up on her shoes. Horrified, Leliana excused herself in order to clean up. As she walked away, the noble followed behind her apologizing profusely. Alistair got up and started to walk around, weaving through the rest of the drunken nobles. It was the first time he had a break all day. Eventually, he passed by an archway that led out to a balcony.

There, he found Zevran and Rhian together. They had their arms wrapped around each other and were swaying slowly to the music still playing from the inside. Alistair found himself wishing that it was him dancing with her in the moonlight instead. Just then, they shared a kiss. Though they couldn’t see him, he still felt guilty for walking in on such a private moment. He turned around to make his way back to the main hall as they began to talk. But as he walked, he couldn’t help but overhear Zevran’s words: “Te amo.”

Alistair’s heart dropped for what felt like the thousandth time since Zevran joined their party more than a year ago. It didn’t take a genius to know what that meant. Or to know that Rhian would never feel that way about him.

[noeldressari]

Eryn waking up with Teagan wrapped around her just smiling at her sleepily a little, morning, love." Slipping out as she curls closer.

Eryn smiles back and places a little kiss on her head. “Every morning’s a good one with you here.” She says as she pulls the covers up around them both and wraps her arms around Teagan, holding her close(as if they weren't already close enough). She drifts back to sleep, moving her hand up and and down Teagans back.

[shanaraharlyah]

Here's another Teagan and Ysmeria render and fic snippet for repostober day 23. I spent so much time with these two, I have to share again.

The Spellweaver

With Eamon on the mend thanks to the Sacred Ashes, Ysmeria and her companions remained in Redcliffe to recuperate and await his full recovery. Teagan insisted that they stay at the castle and tell him all about what happened at Haven. After dinner and recounting the story of their quest, Ysmeria tells Teagan of a magic blade she recovered from one of the cultists and asks him to teach her to use it. He agrees to do so after he completes his duties the following day.

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So I started this back before I commissioned @nessguts lovely rendition, but I knew it would be a while until I finished it since there was a lot of work to do on the staircase and castle. I wanted to get it done before the end of February though since they look so cute. Also I was giving a go at @14daysdalovers prompt Flirty Banter in the story, but it might just be suggestive banter instead. ^.^'

Story is below the cut.

Pairing: Teagan Guerrin x Ysmeria Surana

Prompt: Flirty Banter

Word Count: 1173

Artwork setup and rendered in DAZ Studio 4.15 Public Build Beta.

Postwork in Photoshop Elements 8.0.

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An end to the daily petitions couldn't come soon enough for Teagan this day. As the last villager filed out of the Great Hall, he exuberantly got to his feet and set off down the hall toward his quarters in order to change. It seemed strange to feel so joyful during such a turbulent time, yet, here he was.

The wardens had returned to Redcliffe the day before, from a quest he believed impossible, baring a pinch of Andraste's ashes. His brother was recovering thanks to their efforts and the strong, beautiful woman who had captured his heart was back by his side. He had promised to teach her how to wield the sword she’d found while fighting cultists in Haven. When he’d asked her why she was interested in sword fighting when she could wield magic, she told him she had been studying an ancient elven specialization that would allow her to wear heavier armor and more easily wield heavy weapons. The concept seemed odd to him, but he could see the benefit to wearing more protective gear than a simple robe, so he agreed to help teach her.

Changing quickly into a simple sleeveless tunic and worn leathers, he hurried back downstairs and out into the courtyard where several of Eamon's knights were sparring. Ysmeria's companions were also about. "Making good use of the day, Alistair?" he greeted his nephew, who was ascending the stairs.

Alistair shrugged, "How is Eamon?"

"He's coming along. It may be a few days before he's fully regained his strength. Isolde is fussing over him which is a relief for me, though I'll be glad when he is well again and can return to his duties. Have you been down to the village to replenish supplies? From what you've all told me, I'd wager most have been spent on your journey."

Alistair shrugged again, "Ys is a very good healer and a more competent leader than she cares to admit. We had a couple of rough scraps, but her quick thinking may have saved us from the worst. I'm sure there are a few things we can pick up tomorrow, as well as a few to sell."

Teagan nodded as he scanned the courtyard to find Ysmeria practicing with the Spellweaver sword she'd claimed in Haven. "Have you shown her any techniques during your travels?" he asked as he watched her hack at a dummy one handed.

A sigh came from the young man standing beside him as he crossed his arms and leaned back against the tower, "She didn't even ask me to."

Teagan felt a pang of guilt for his nephew's melancholy. It was an awkward situation for them both. Until just over a month ago, he never would have guessed a woman as young and vibrant as Ysmeria would have chosen him over his strong and personable nephew. She had a strong bond with the young man over their trials together, but clearly it wasn't meant to be. Teagan reached out and squeezed Alistair's shoulder, "She will. There is only so much that I can teach her. Undoubtedly, you've had more, and better, training than I. She's only asked me because she wants to spend time with me while you are here. I am certain she knows you are the best person to learn from, and I know she cares about you regardless of her feelings for me. You will always be one of her closest friends and allies." He offered a kind smile and Alistair gave him a sad one in return.

"Cheer up, Alistair," he continued, nodding toward the sun which was beginning its descent, "In a few hours we'll have a good drink and a hot meal in our bellies. Enjoy the time you have to relax! I'm sure Eamon will put us all back on track when he feels better. I know you have been working very hard these last few months and you truly deserve a rest." With that he clapped his hand on his nephew's shoulder and continued down into the courtyard, nodding to Leliana as he passed her on the stairs.

Ysmeria was still slashing wildly when he approached her from behind and laid a hand gently on her shoulder. She stiffened, then immediately relaxed when she realized who it was. He trailed his fingers down her arm until they curled around her own. "Would you like some help with that, my love?" he purred into her ear, his voice deeper and more sensual than usual.

"Mmm. Glad you could join me," she teased, taking a step back so her back was flush against his chest. "I'm going to need a lot of practice."

"Is that so? Then I suppose you will be stuck with me for a time." A grin curled across his lips as he ran his left hand down her other arm and guided her hand toward the hilt of the sword, "Firstly, I'd suggest we start two handed. You'll want to be comfortable with the weight of the blade before we go one handed, and then we'll work on making transitions between the two."

Ysmeria allowed herself to sink into his embrace, enjoying his warmth and the feel of his heart beat against her back. She cast her eyes to the right letting them wander up his bare arm and come to rest upon his handsome face. He wore a playful smile as he awaited her next move. She shifted ever so slightly, just enough to feel the touch of his groin against her backside.

"I'd be careful not to wake the dragon, my lady," he whispered into her ear, the prickle of his whiskers sending shivers through her. "As much as I'd love to have you right now, we are not alone here. Unless you'd prefer to take this upstairs?" Teagan took a small step back and brought his hands to her hips, and in his regular tone continued, "We also need to work on your stance."

Ysmeria exaggerated the tilt of her hips and looked over her shoulder at him, "This is good, but I'll be expecting those lessons later."

A smirk extended across the bann's face and they continued this intimate dance into the afternoon as he taught her proper posture and guided her attacks. Their closeness didn't go unnoticed, as above them the recovering Eamon leaned on the window pane for support, "What does he think he's doing!? He knows he has an obligation to this family! If Connor cannot be my heir, it is up to him to produce one!"

"My love, please! Come back to bed," Isolde implored as she gently shook his shoulder. "Now is not the time to worry about your brother's dalliances. You need only regain your strength for your people. There will be time to address it once you are well and Ferelden is no longer under threat."

The arl's clenched fists slowly relaxed as Isolde reached for his hand, "You are right of course, my dear. I will yield for now."

To Be Continued...

[whereismywarden]

Swimming Lessons

Read on AO3 author’s note: i finished this fic just in time for my birthday! i’m so happy!  summary: growing up in the circle, surana never learned how to swim. alistair takes it upon himself to teach her. word count: 2 755. pairing: female surana x alistair. rating: t. warnings: short moment of panic.

There was a small cove along the shores of Lake Calenhad, near Redcliffe. Growing up, it had been Alistair's favourite place. Teagan would take him there whenever he visited to teach him how to swim. He wondered if his uncle had done the same for Connor after he'd been sent to the Chantry. Most likely.

After their long trek through the Frostback Mountains, their brush with death fighting a high dragon, and finally curing Arl Eamon, their little group had chosen to stay in Redcliffe for a couple of days to recuperate before heading to Orzammar. So Alistair had decided to take everyone to the cove for some well-earned respite. Or half of everyone, as it turned out. Morrigan, being her usual surly self, refused to join them - good riddance, Alistair thought. Sten would not partake on the grounds that they did not need further distraction sidetracking them from their mission - a fair point. And Shale, being a mountain of rocks, would only end up sinking at the bottom of the lake. None of their refusals had surprised Alistair in the least.

Ana, however, remained a mystery to him. He had been so sure she would accompany them, it had shocked him when she had said no. She wanted to catch up on her reading, she had told him with an apologetic smile. Alistair had been disappointed to hear that, but he hadn't insisted.

When they returned from their little excursion over an hour later, Ana still had her nose stuck in her book. Was she blushing?

“Some book this must be,” Alistair teased her, “to keep you away from me.”

She paused long enough to give him a soft kiss. “It's very captivating indeed.”

“What is it about anyway?”

“Naughty templars.”

His face grew warm. “And by ‘naughty templars’ you mean ‘playing pranks on the Revered Mother,’ right? That's what I would have done.”

She chuckled. “Has anyone ever told you how adorable you are?”

“Once or twice, yes.”

“Give me a few minutes to finish this chapter and then I'll show you the kind of shenanigans they get up to.”

Maker's breath! “As tempting as it is, I was hoping I could take you out for a walk, maybe watch the sunset together. What do you think?”

Her smile grew wide. “I would love to.”

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