#the disaster that is evelyn trevelyan

[wardenrainwall]

Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dragon Age (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Blackwall/Female Inquisitor (Dragon Age), Blackwall/Female Trevelyan (Dragon Age) Characters: Blackwall (Dragon Age), Female Trevelyan (Dragon Age) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Time Travel, Temporary Character Death, Angst Summary: When Evelyn Trevelyan is killed in the battle with the Qunari at the gathering of the Exalted Council, Thom Rainier decides he will do anything he can to prevent her from ever becoming the Inquisitor, no matter the cost.

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Evelyn grinned listening to Isaak as they rode along on her horse towards the lake. He jabbered on and on about how excited he was to go ice skating and Evelyn was overjoyed to take him. She’d been home for a few months now, relieved from her service. Alexander was eager to get her with child, which made her enjoy those intimate moments far less now. It wasn’t fair of her to refuse him, she reminded herself. It was all he wanted, and it was her duty as his wife to abide. Or lose everything.

Drawing the horse to a stop, Evelyn simply sat there and stared at the lake, surrounded by beautiful white snow. “Mama,” Isaak wiggled in front of her. “Let’s go!”

“Alright, my baby,” she ducked her head and pressed a kiss to the crown of his head and then dismounted and helped him down as well. Then she dug into the side pack and withdrew their ice skates. “Find a good spot to sit and put these on,” she told him and let him lead the way to a fallen log near the lake.

After helping him put on his skates, she sat and tugged on her own. “Wait for me,” Evelyn said as Isaak stood and inched his way toward the ice. The moment his skate touched the surface, his feet went out from beneath him and he landed on his rump. Evelyn chuckled and stood. “I said to wait for me.” Crossing the short distance she reached down, helped him to his feet, and grinning at his giggling excitement, she helped him onto the ice.

They skated around and around, both of them taking more than a few tumbles, all the while laughing and having fun. These were the moments, Evelyn thought, that made everything worth it.

“Mama, watch!” Isaak shouted as he skated away from her, did a little spin, and looked at her with a grin when he didn’t land on his backside. Evelyn clapped and let out a whoop.

“I think it is time for a break,” she told him, “how about some lunch?” They could build a little fire, have some hot drinks and food, skate a bit more before they had to pack up, and begin their way home once more.

“But I don’t wanna stop,” Isaak whined and Evelyn shook her head a little.

“Skate until lunch is ready,” she told him as she sat and tugged off her skates and laced her boots back on. Evelyn began to gather pieces of wood to build her fire, her eyes drifting to Isaak over and over again, watching him skate and fall and get up and do it all over again. Dropping her wood into a pile, she looked up again, and it all happened so quickly.

There was a pinging sound, loud in the quiet of the winter day, Isaak twirled, and then he vanished. Evelyn screamed, “Isaak!” then she was running, slipping on the ice in her boots as she raced to the hole in the ice. “Isaak!” she screamed his name again, feeling the ice cracking beneath her, but she couldn’t see him in the dark water. “No, no, no, no, no.” Sucking in a breath, she slid into the water, desperate to find her son.

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[contreparry]

happy dadwc Ann! a prompt for you: the aftermath of a scene you'll never actually write.

I don't know if I'll never write this scene, but if I do it's going to be in the very distant future so... does that count? Here's some of my Trevelyan's niece, Henrietta, for @dadrunkwriting!

"It's a diplomatic disaster, but we've dealt with worse," Lady Montiliyet said brightly, which only made Henrietta feel even more awful than she already felt. She met the lady once when she was a girl, and she had always admired the woman. She was so bright and pretty and funny, and when she spoke with Henrietta she made her feel grand and important. Even now she made Henrietta feel welcome with her warmth and cheer, but Lady Montiliyet didn't lie to her. Running away from home was, as she said, a foolish thing to do.

Aunt Evelyn said much the same, but she hugged her tightly and kissed the top of her head and said she was a "brave little fool," which was both wonderful and terrible. Henrietta didn't quite know how to feel about it now as she sat in Lady Montiliyet's office, with Lady Montiliyet sitting in front of her and Aunt Evelyn by her side on the brocade couch.

The brief moments of incandescent joy Henrietta felt when she rode into Skyhold (it was so grand, with stone towers that scraped the sky and bold banners that fluttered in the wind) and saw her aunt (so elegant, so composed, and she was so surprised when she saw her) dimmed when the enormity of what she had done was laid out before her.

Aunt Evelyn didn't yell. She didn't raise her voice once. But she was as frightening as Father when she was angry. And she was angry- she didn't even deny it (Father would have, he would have lied even while shouting). But it was a different anger. Henrietta peaked over at her aunt, who was pouring tea. Her smooth dark hair was as shiny as a blackbird's wing, swooping in a soft arch and tucked behind her ear. Aunt Evelyn felt so familiar and strange all at once, for even though her face was unknown to her Henrietta recognized her voice, her way with words. ("Oh, Henrietta! My darling niece, what a fool, brave thing you've done! The Hinterlands are no place for a child!")

"Eat your tea cake, Henrietta," Aunt Evelyn said. "You had quite the journey." She dropped two sugar cubes into Henrietta's teacup and a dash of milk, then slid the cup over. Henrietta nibbled on the cake and savored the lemon and honey flavors. She liked lemon honey cakes. Did Aunt Evelyn know that, or had she made a lucky guess?

"If I write a particularly contrite and carefully worded letter, do you think I can keep my brother from storming the castle, as it were?" Aunt Evelyn asked. She stirred honey into Lady Montiliyet's cup and handed it over, each moment precise and perfect. The perfect lady, Henrietta thought miserably. Aunt Evelyn wouldn't have run away from- Henrietta almost winced at the self-pitying thought that crossed her mind, because Aunt Evelyn had run away from home. At least, she ran away from Ostwick Circle, which was near enough to the same thing. No, Aunt Evelyn was just... good at the gentle arts that noblewomen were supposed to be good at.

"It's possible," Lady Montiliyet replied when she took the tea she was offered. "It has been some time since I've communicated with Lord Trevelyan, but he struck me as a fair-minded sort."

"Henrietta? What are your thoughts?" Aunt Evelyn asked.

"Me?" Henrietta nearly dropped the tea cake into her lap.

"You know your father better than I," Aunt Evelyn said gently. "What would you like to do?"

"Maybe... maybe if you write a letter... and I write a letter... maybe that will lessen his anger?" Henrietta suggested meekly. It couldn't hurt if she wrote to her father and let him know she was safe- and that she wouldn't be going to Orlais. Aunt Evelyn wouldn't make her continue the journey, right? She peered at her aunt from underneath her eyelashes and caught the brief smile that crossed her lips.

"Yes. That sounds like an excellent idea. If we ask Leliana to spare a messenger, that may ease your father's heart," Aunt Evelyn decided. "Perhaps we shall make a detour to the library when we finish our tea?"

[her-gracious-lady-herald-bits1]

Prompt: cookies

Words: around two thousand five hundred

Pairing: Sera x Female Trevelyan

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Right then, about sneakin round Skyhold at pissdark thirty- proper different from daytime, innit?, when all them nobs ain't swanning about pretending they own the place (which they sort of do, but that's not the point). Night's when you see the real bits- like how them "sacred" statues of Andraste got dick drawings under their skirts that the cleaners gave up trying to scrub off. Or how half the "ancient elven artifacts" Solas gets his knickers twisted about are actually just fancy chamber pots, Real truth of things, yeah?.

Not like Sera is looking for truth tonight- just hungry and bored and maybe a bit... dunno, restless?, like ants under your skin, but the ants are thoughts and they're all "what if" and "maybe" and other shite that makes your head hurt. Hate that feeling. Makes you do stupid things like, think about stuff you shouldn't, like how certain people's eyes get all crinkly when they laugh, or how some hands with freaky glowy bits still manage to look proper nice when they're holding a big sword.

Pissballs, this is why night snacking's bloody dangerous- gets your mind all wandery.

But something was off tonight. Wrong sounds mixing with right ones, yeah?, like metal hitting stone when it shouldn't, and swearing that wasn't proper servant swearing (servants curse way better, learned from the best- meaning her) and burning...

"Shite" Sera mutters, nocking an arrow without thinking, probably nothing proper dangerous- assassins usually try harder not to sound like drunk nugs in a pottery shop but better safe than sorry, right?, or dead. Better safe than dead. That's more like it

"Crept round the corner all sneaky-like (proper sneaky, not noble sneaky—that's just paying someone else to do it). And—‘Friggin Andraste’s tits in a teacup!’ Well. That’s a sight, innit? Bow goes slack in her hand. There’s her Lady Inquisitor, looking about as un-Inquisitory as a mabari in a bonnet. Hair’s gone mad, like it’s trying to leg it off her head

Bow drops to her side, forgotten, cause There's her Lady Inquisitor-bits, looking about as un-Inquisitory as possible. Hair's gone all mad, like it's trying to escape her head.

Her hands shake—just a bit, not just from getting caught, neither. It’s been worse lately. Sera’s seen her grip her sword tighter, miss little things like handles, like her hands ain’t taking orders proper anymore,Not that her Ladyship ever mentions it, but Sera sees. Sees lots of things others miss, like how she always positions herself near walls now, how she says a little prayer under her breath when she thinks no one's listening.

And the kitchen looks like someone let a drunk druffalo dance through it. Bowls everywhere, something properly dead in the oven might've been food once, now it's just charcoal with ambition), and that glowy hand lighting it all up like some kind of magical food massacre

Couldn't help it- laughs just burst out, proper loud and echoing. Makes her jump like someone'd stuck an arrow up her arse, that magic hand flaring up bright as a demon's bathwater.

"S-Sera!?"

And there it is- that thing that makes Sera's gut do silly flips like a fish that's figured out water's overrated. Way Evelyn goes from "Fear me, I am the mighty Herald" to "Help I've arsed everything up" in half a breath. All wide eyes and red cheeks like she's been caught nicking sweets instead... whatever this friggin disaster's supposed to be.

"Having fun there, your Holy Heraldness?" Sera grins, propping her bow against the counter before hopping up onto one of the less apocalyptic surfaces. Probably breaking about fifty different rules about "proper kitchen behavior" but considering the state of things, pretty sure rules buggered off for the night.

"I was..." Evelyn's hand went to her hair, somehow making the mess even better. That weird mark kept pulsing like a nervous heartbeat, making everything look proper creepy. "What are you doing here"

"Could ask you the same, yeah?, though looks like you're trying to murder baking. What's this supposed to be- cookies or kindling?, cause if it's cookies, you've proper fucked it, and If it's kindling, you've still fucked it but at least you're in the right direction."

Watching that blush crawl up Evelyn's neck was better than puppies falling over, and Sera's seen some right proper puppy-falling, even that freaky mark seemed embarrassed, all flickery and twitchy like it wanted to hide.

"They're meant to be cookies" Evelyn mumbles " Obviously it's not... quite right"

"Not quite right?" Sera snorts, poking one of the burnt lumps. Pretty sure it poked back "Think you'd passed not quite right' bout three disasters ago. This is like... what's that fancy word Dorian uses? Cata... Catas..."

"Catastrophic?"

"Yeah!, that's the one. This is catastrophic. But still doesn't explain why you're down here in the middle of the night, making... whatever this is. Got people for that, don't you?, Whole friggin army of kitchen folks who actually know which end of a spoon goes in your mouth?"

"I wanted to make them myself," Evelyn blurts out, suddenly scraping what might've once been food off a tray. Mark kept doing that nervous flickering thing, like when you're trying not to let on you've got secrets but your face is proper shite at lying.

"Why's that then" Sera presses, enjoying this way too much, bit mean maybe, watching someone struggle this hard. But something about seeing Little Miss Perfect all wrong-footed made her feel like... better?, like maybe it was okay that Sera didn't always know what she was doing, if even the mighty Herald could cock things up this spectacular.

"They're... were meant to be for you, alright?" The words burst out of Evelyn like they'd been fighting to escape, her face flushing red as a Chantry banner. That freaky mark's going mental now, sparking like a cat that's stuck its tail in lightning, making Sera's eyes hurt. Her hands are doing that thing again - the shaking that ain't just from being caught or embarrassment, but that deeper tremor she tries so hard to hide. Still, she squares her shoulders like she's facing down a demon instead of just admitting to midnight baking, all soldier-stiff but with something vulnerable in those green eyes.

"Because you had mentioned... about missing cookies, like from when you were little, and I thought..." She trails off, rubbing at her marked hand like she always does when she's proper nervous. Even in the kitchen's dim light, Sera can see the dark circles under her eyes, deeper than usual. Probably been planning this for ages, knowing Eve - all strategic-like about bloody cookies of all things. "But Maker, I'm awful at this and everything's gone-"

Thing is, Eve's got this way about her when she's not trying to be all Herald-y - gets all soft around the edges, like someone who's spent so long being hard that gentle feels foreign in her mouth. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, a nervous tell that makes Sera's chest do funny flips. There's flour in her ash-blonde hair, making it look even more like it's trying to escape her head, and that scar on her cheek catches the mark's light in a way that makes it look almost like it's glowing too.

"Was trying to make them perfect," Evelyn mumbles, looking proper miserable about it. Like someone just told her they'd cancelled being Herald. All them fancy noble manners dropped away, leaving just Eve - the one who still jumps at sudden noises and checks all the exits even in the bloody kitchen. "Like you described, but I've never actually..." Her hand twitches toward where Sera knows she usually keeps her sword, finding empty air instead of a weapon's comfort. "And the recipe seemed simple enough but nothing's working right and-"

There's something else there too, something in the way she keeps glancing at the burnt offerings like they've personally betrayed her. Sera's seen that look before - usually after Eve's been up too late in her quarters, fighting with reports and decisions that could get people killed. Same look she gets when she thinks she's failed at something important. Like somehow these cookies matter more than just being cookies, like maybe they're standing in for something bigger that Eve ain't ready to say out loud yet.

"Course it’s not working right, you daft tit,’ Sera snorts, but she holds onto Evelyn’s hands anyway—steadying them ‘cause of that twitchy thing that makes her insides go stupid. ‘It’s like shooting, innit? Can’t just grab a bow first time and expect to hit anything smaller than Solas’s big bald ego. Gotta learn it proper."

"Evelyn peeks up through her messy bangs, all hopeful but scared too—like maybe Sera’s about to laugh or something equally stupid. ‘Show me how to do it right?’ And frig—what’s Sera supposed to do with that? Them green eyes go soft, all pleading, like a sad mabari that’s lost its favorite noble to slobber on. Makes her chest do funny flips. Dangerous things. Things that make her want to… nah. Focus on the bloody dough."

"Right then," she sighs, trying to sound all put-upon but probably failing something awful. "First thing - chuck them fancy measuring spoons right in the shit pile where they belong. Proper cookies don't need measuring, they need feeling. Like this..."

Took most the night and made a proper mess—flour in their hair, down their fronts, probably places flour’s got no business being. Sera got a bit distracted showing Evelyn how to knead dough, standing close enough to smell her. Nothing weird, obviously. Just teaching. Hands over hands, proper technique. Like those trashy romance books Cassandra doesn’t read. Yeah, just teaching.

"Like this" Evelyn asks, all breathy and proper distracting, and Sera has to remember what they're supposed to be doing.

Her strong hands being too gentle, like she's afraid of breaking it. Proper funny that - someone who can swing a sword through demons being all careful with cookie dough. But them hands are shaking again, just a bit. Sera pretends not to notice how Eve flexes them between tries, like they're hurting. Instead, just moves closer, shows her how to really get into it.

"Yeah,just... gentle-like," Sera manages, definitely not thinking about how warm Evelyn feels against her front, "Not too rough or it goes all wrong, gotta feel it, yeah?"

The way Evelyn's mark lights up when she gets excited about doing something right?' Proper adorable, that. Like some kind of magic happiness lamp, only less demon-y and more...just her. Just Evelyn, forgetting to be all Herald-y and important, just being happy about making cookies go right instead of wrong

But watching her face Watching Evelyn’s face light up—real light, not that glowy mark shite—when the first batch came out right? Worth every bit of flour in Sera’s smalls. Worth the stupid flips her chest does when Evelyn looks at her like that

"These are perfect" she squeals, burning her tongue cause she's too eager to wait, just like some common person instead of all proper and noble-like "just like you said!"

"Course they are, Sera grins, nicking one herself, still warm enough to burn fingers but that's half the fun, innit? "Told you- just needed teaching from someone what actually knows, yeah?, not everything gotta be all complicated-like with rules and measures and all that shite"

"‘Thank you,’ Evelyn says, soft-like, not even looking at the cookies—just Sera. Got that look again, the one that makes Sera’s gut go all stupid and bee-filled. Good bees, mind. ‘For helping. And not laughing too much.’"

"Oh,I'm still laughing plenty" Sera assures her, but reaches out to brush some flour off that stuck-up noble nose anyway, gets distracted a bit, maybe, by how soft the skin is there. How easy it'd be to just... "Just maybe not at you, with you, yeah?, besides" grins wider to cover up them dangerous thoughts "Now I know where you keep all the good stuff. Might have to come down here more often, make sure you're not burning down our nice castle."

Maybe I’ll need more lessons,’ Evelyn says, trying to sound all casual, but her glowy hand gives her away—twitchy and excited.

‘Might do,’ Sera grins, watching those ears go pink again. Proper adorable, that. ‘Though maybe start earlier next time. Sun’s up, and you’ve got that fancy meeting with… what’s-his-face. Stick so far up his arse he’s got splinters in his teeth?’"

The look of pure horror on Evelyn's face when she realizes she's still covered in flour and's got about ten minutes to get all proper and Herald-y?, Priceless that. Worth missing sleep for all on its own.

'Course, weren't no one quite sure why the mighty Herald of Andraste showed up to her important meeting with flour still behind one ear, or why she kept sneaking cookies under the table when she thought no one was looking. But Sera knew. And that was the best bit- having something that was just theirs, even if it was just burnt cookies and midnight lessons and flour in places flour's ain't got business being.

Funny thing about love- sometimes it comes at you all proper and noble-like, with fancy words and grand gestures and probably a hundred servants holding up signs saying " THIS IS ROMANCE" so you don't miss the friggin point, and sometimes it shows up in a kitchen at pissdark thirty, covered in flour and failure and trying it's best to make something special, even if it comes out all wrong at first. Those ones, Sera reckons, might just be the best kind. Less showing off, more showing up- and that's what matters in the end, innit?

Besides, them cookies really were perfect. Even if they had to sacrifice half the kitchen's dignity to get there, and if anyone asks about the scorch marks on the ceiling?, Sera's sticking to her story- dragons did it, small ones. With a baking problem, And mayb, just maybe, she's already thinking about what other midnight lessons they might need to have. For teaching purposes, of course. Nothing to do with how pretty Evelyn looks with flour on her nose and that soft smile that's just for Sera. Nothing at all.

Proper dangerous, that smile. Makes you want to do silly things, like believe in something bigger than yourself. Like trust that maybe some nobles ain't complete and utter arseholes after all, like fall in.....

Well. Maybe some thoughts are better kept for another midnight kitchen lesson, yeah?

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[sanctamater]

In truth, she had long since worried that the Maker had abandoned them; that He had turned His back upon all the world, that the Black City would never turn Gold again; that this ( all of this ) was a punishment. Year after year, disaster after disaster — Blight, then war, now this; the very fabric of the Veil and the world near sundered. If the Maker were to return, He would not do so Himself. Not yet, no; but through a Saviour. And what better Saviour than one who might become a mirror to His Bride? Andraste had lifted her sword to defend the weak, the frightened, the poor and dispossessed until all cries for justice had not only been heard, but answered. Here she stands, once again; let no soul harbour guilt! Let no soul hunger for justice! 

“ There have been many over the ages who have claimed to speak for Our Lady — all have met an end deserving of such a grievous lie. ” By blade or by fire, it mattered not; and the good lady speaks with such conviction that it seems to burn through her. She had seen the sky rip open — and she had seen it soothed in turn, all by one woman. “ You have done much, my Lady Herald; but there is much yet to be done. If they do not see now, they will see soon; in time. ” Andraste had been called mad when the Maker had come to her; but the Chant had spread until all knew Her song. Just what, then, would they sing of Evelyn Trevelyan?   “ Your work has only just begun. There will be, perhaps, a moment when the Maker will make His plan for you clear. If not Herald, then something. ”

It  emboldens  her  to  hear  her  thoughts  mirrored,  spoken  firm  in  the  voice  of  the  faith.  She  had  begun  to  think  the  whole  of  the  Chantry  had  abandoned  her,  labelled  her  ‘  HERETIC  ’  and  set  to  work  building  her  pyre.  But  the  Lady  Amelia,  even  Mother  Gisele,  kind  eyes  and  soft  words  and  recitations  of  the  Chant  .  .  .  She  finds  the  answer  she  prayed  to  hear.  She  was  chosen.  She  was  rewarded  with  a  DIVINE  PURPOSE.  She  walks  now  in  the  footsteps  of  the  Bride  of  the  Maker,  and  so  her  footfalls  will  echo  through  the  halls  of  history.                                                                𝙼𝚊𝚢  𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚘𝚜  𝚋𝚎  𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎.

Blessed  are  the  peacekeepers,  the  champions  of  the  just.

She  imagines  Andraste’s  voice  wavered  when  the  Maker  bid  her  sing. 

“When  they  call  me  Herald,  I  suppose  I  should  contend.”    But  it  feels  right.  Like  she  was  born  for  this.  As  if  all  those  years  of  uncelebrated  service,  weeding  gardens  and  purging  wounds  and  cauterizing  limbs  and  washing  cobbles  and  re-printing  verses  until  her  fingers  went  numb  those  it  was  all  for  this.  For  Haven.  For  the  people  who  fell  to  their  knees  in  the  snow  when  she  emerged  from  her  cabin,  hale  and  whole  after  banishing  the  pride  demon  back  to  the  Fade.  And  if  it  was,  it  would  all  have  been  worthwhile.

[laraslandlockedblues]

I realized I’ve never shared them side by side, especially since they don’t actively interact or exist in the same fics (alive) with one another, but!

Here’s Evelyn and Bron Trevelyan (yes, if you read Beautiful Disaster, Bron is Evelyn’s younger brother, who is deceased in her canon and AUs).

[katuary]

https://meridok-old.tumblr.com/post/145251459905/30-day-dragon-age-oc-challenge-by-meridok-me

Day 1: Introduction

Warden

Elissa Brigid Cousland (she/her)

Noble Human Rogue (Dual Longsword)

Born 15th Drakonis, 9:10

Takes her friends’ trauma so they don’t need to hold it, relies on cunning/speed/stealth, does whatever it takes to survive.

“I wouldn’t want to fight me either. Three steps ahead at all times. Known to stab as a warning. Killed a god, don’t try me.”

Hawke

Marian Astrid Hawke (she/her)

Two-Handed Warrior

Born 21st Cloudreach, 9:07

Kind, witty, charming, with a guilt complex for (and willful ignorance on the faults of) everyone she’s loved.

“Try hard, fail hard. Walking disaster, sorry in advance. Friends are family, hurt them and meet my giant sword. Fuck the Chantry.”

Inquisitor

Evelyn Augusta Trevelyan (she/her)

Mage (Knight-Enchanter, Winter)

Born 18th Solace, 9:16

Empathetic to a fault, resilient to an advantage, always willing to be proven wrong and learn.

“Lucky is an apt nickname; I literally fell into this. Everything is too much all at once, but tell me how I can help and I’ll try. “

[ziskandra]

Fic Round Up 2020

I didn't intend to do much writing in 2020. Perhaps participate in a single-fandom exchange or two, if any took my fancy. Then my city's second lockdown happened, the Premier told us to stay home, and I am a good citizen. I wrote more in 2020 than I have in any year since 2009 (when I was sixteen). So, I guess 2020 was good for something after all.

Anyway, without any further ado, I present 50 fics across 13 fandoms! (Ace Attorney, Aggretsuko, Crazy Ex-Girlfriend, Dragon Age, Game of Thrones, Golden Sun, Harry Potter, Mass Effect, My Fair Lady, Original Work, Persona 3, To The Moon, Your Name.)

Ace Attorney

A Good Forking; Ema & Klavier; Klavier Gavin is aroused by a particularly sumptuous steak, and Ema is not amused. (750 words, rated T.)

I (27M) have adopted a child (8F) in less than ideal circumstances. What can I do to be the best possible father for her?; Phoenix & Trucy; Shortly after adopting Trucy, Phoenix seeks advice in the r/relationships subreddit. (2.3k, rated G.)

The Disappearance of Trucy Wright; Phoenix/Edgeworth; Miles Edgeworth is forced to confront his complicated feelings on fatherhood. (10k, rated T.)

A Helping Hand; Franziska/Phoenix; Franziska offers to help Phoenix piece his life back together after his disbarment. Phoenix should suspect her motives, but finds himself drawn towards her methodology instead. (2k, rated E.)

Chasing Demons; Franziska von Karma & Ensemble; Franziska von Karma is haunted by ghosts. Who are they? What do they want with her? And what do they have to do with the identity of her mother, a family secret her father has always kept close to his chest? (20k, WIP, rated M.)

Aggretsuko

anything we dream; Fenneko & Retsuko; Just because something makes you happy doesn’t mean you have to do it forever. (1k, rated G.)

Crazy Ex-Girlfriend

Intermission; Audra/Greg; Recently divorced Audra Levine visits West Covina to provide moral support during her frenemy’s open mic night. (2.3k, rated T.)

Realization; Audra/Greg; Greg and Audra meet at Rebecca's open mic night, hit it off, and spend some quality time together before Audra leaves town. (2.2k, rated E.)

Does Rebecca Feel the Same Way?; Rebecca/Greg; Greg Serrano is still, hopelessly, helplessly in love with Rebecca Bunch, even if he does his best to hide it. (1k, rated M.)

silver place; Rebecca/Nathaniel; Upon reuniting with Rebecca after his sabbatical, Nathaniel finds himself feeling self-conscious about his body. (900 words, rated T.)

mirror image; Rebecca/Audra; Despite being a staunch feminist who believes women can do whatever they want with their body hair, Rebecca can't help but be intimated by Audra's impeccable personal grooming. (200 words, rated E.)

Dragon Age

Duty; Loghain Mac Tir; There are many times in Loghain's life where he could've died. Somehow, he survives. (6k, rated M.)

Skinned Knees; Loghain & Anora; Loghain and his daughter throughout the years, from her infancy to the Landsmeet. (2k, rated G.)

Divine; Cassandra/F!Trevelyan; After the Inquisition is disbanded, Evelyn Trevelyan and her lover, Divine Victoria, steal a quiet moment alone together. (2.1k, rated E.)

Selfish; F!Trevelyan/Josephine; An extension of the scene where Josephine and the Inquisitor cuddle in front of the fire. (1.6k, rated E.)

A Little Longer; Alistair/Zevran; It’s not the first time Zevran has assisted a friend in a loveless marriage. (750 words, rated E.)

The Secret; Alistair/Anora; In which Alistair tells Anora he might have a child. (1.6k, rated M.)

Jennies; F!Cadash/Sera; Malika's looking forward to introducing her family to Sera. Sera has her reservations. (1.3k, rated T.)

Unsaid; F!Hawke/Varric; After the events at Adamant, Hawke and Varric are interrupted during an inopportune moment. It leads to a discussion on what their relationship means to them.

To Find a Cure; F!Cousland/Anora; Letters written to and from Warden-Commander Cousland, Queen Consort of Ferelden, during her search for a cure to the Calling. (10k, rated M.)

Loud Enough; Josephine/Sera; After the Inquisition is disbanded, Josephine and Sera travel to Antiva. (1k, rated T.)

No Half-Measures; Anders/M!Hawke; After the Chantry explosion, Hawke is faced with a difficult decision. (600 words, rated T.)

Kept Waiting; Celia/Loghain; It’s no secret that the Teyrna is the one truly in charge of the teyrnir (and its Teyrn). (2.8k, rated E.)

Ripples; F!Hawke/Isabela; Isabela had thought she'd given up on love, but as it turns out, love hasn't given up on her. (500 words, rated M.)

Vulnerability; F!Hawke/Isabela; In the weeks following the Qunari invasion, Isabela and Hawke settle into a routine that cannot last. (1.2k, rated E.)

A Matter of Trust; Cassandra/Varric; A line in Varric's most recent romance serial, Holed Up in Skyhold, provides Cassandra with a new idea for their lovemaking. (3.8k, rated E.)

Right Hand; Cassandra/F!Trevelyan; After losing her left arm, Evelyn Trevelyan is all right hand — except where it matters to Cassandra the most.

Home; F!Hawke/Isabela; Two weeks after leaving Kirkwall, Hawke's still growing accustomed to her new home.

Game of Thrones

precendent; Arya/Sansa; Arya shouldn’t be thinking about Sansa like this. It feels like a betrayal. (450 words, rated M.)

Golden Sun

Into the Vortex; Isaac & Garet; After a decade trapped in a Psynergy Vortex, Isaac and Garet begin to wonder if they'll ever be rescued. (800 words, rated G.)

Harry Potter

Sorry; Harry/Hermione; In a world where Ron never returns to his friends, Harry and Hermione must navigate the events at Malfoy Manor together. (2.1k, rated M.)

Scoop; Rita Skeeter & Gilderoy Lockhart; Rita Skeeter investigates a lead from an unlikely source. (1.6k, rated T.)

across the veil; Luna & Harry; During Harry's sixth year, Luna attempts to provide him with some comforting news. (700 words, rated G.)

Beautiful Disaster; Rita/Lockart; Rita Skeeter will do anything for a lead. (1.1k, rated E.)

Mass Effect

Fleeting; Sloane/Jien; Stolen moments before the launch of the Andromeda Initiative. (1.3k, rated T.)

Sparks Fly; Jack/Miranda; When Jack had promised to smear the walls with Miranda, she hadn't meant it quite like this. (1.8k, rated E.)

Instructions; F!Shepard/Samantha; Samantha likes to make sure Shepard's taking care of herself, in every sense of the words. (1k, rated E.)

black and blue (fight on through); F!Shepard/Garrus; After the Battle of the Citadel, Garrus goes to say goodbye to Shepard, and is inadvertently promised a future instead.(1.5k, rated T.)

Piece by Piece;Miranda & Female Shepard; After the Commander’s first death, asphyxiating in the skies over Alchera, Miranda had been the one to piece Shepard back together again, like the world’s most elaborate jigsaw puzzle. The second time… well, she’s practically an expert. (550 words, rated T.)

Mark II; Miranda/Female Shepard; Shepard doesn't leave a body behind this time. (700 words, rated T.)

Control; M!Shepard/Garrus; Garrus will do whatever he can to save the man he loves – even if he can’t bring himself to say the words aloud. (1.3k, rated E.)

Practice; F!Shepard/Garrus; Garrus had thought he'd been nervous when he'd first slept with Shepard, but somehow he's even more flustered the second time around.(1.2k, rated E.)

My Fair Lady

no time for a chat; Higgins/Pickering; Eliza returns to 27A Wimpole Street to seek further phonetics instruction, and life soon resumes its familiar routine. Familiar until one fateful night, when Eliza overhears a heated discussion. It threatens to change everything and nothing at all. (2.3k, rated G.)

Original Work

Run Here; Sword Lesbian Princess/Sword Lesbian Princess From A Rival Kingdom; Much to the dismay of her mother, Princess Cassandra wishes to elope with her lover. Her lover has other plans. (1.1k, rated G.)

Aulia & Haidrul’s Enchanted Weapons and Wares; Daughter of a Blacksmith & Son of a Witch; Two elderly proprietors weave the tale of how they overcame societal expectations to go into business together. (10k, rated M.)

Persona 3

Deathseekers; Minako & Ensemble; They call themselves the Deathseekers and the end of the world is nigh. What else can they do but fight when Death seeks them out in return? (Fantasy AU) (600 words, rated T.)

To The Moon

Minisode 3; Robert/Eva/Neil/Roxanne; They wake up one morning and discover they have drunkenly married one another. (2.2k, rated T.)

Blame It on the Punch; Eva/Neil; After their semi-disastrous prom, Eva and Neil take the next step in their relationship. (4k, rated E.)

Your Name

do you remember?; Mitsuha/Taki; Mitsuha feels a supernatural pull towards the handsome architect she crosses paths with on the street one day, almost as though they've met before. (1.3k, rated G.)

[wetcatspellcaster]

end-of-year fic writer roundup

Thanks @hawkeish​ for the tag! (I say, as if I lowkey didn’t bully you into tagging me :’) )

word count: 380,935 words published to AO3 since my first foray into fic in february, by far the most words I’ve ever written in a year. It’s amazing what clinging to a hyperfixation for any sense of self while living alone in a pandemic will do to your productivity.

new things I tried this year: like hawkeish, fanfic in general! I’d never written fanfic before this year, and it was the perfect hyperfixation to pick up roughly 3 weeks before the first UK lockdown. While I was depressed in December, I made a new year’s resolution for 2020 to try to rediscover the joy of writing again by Any Means Necessary. Add a pandemic into the mix where I was cut off from all my friends in England, and I decided to focus on fanfic rather than original fic, because I needed to write only for me and I needed it to make me happy. Thank god it worked! Fic is literally the only thing keeping me going at times. It helped me recover from my depression and it remains my no.1 pandemic coping mechanism.

fic I spent the most time on: obvs all 325k of Eye of the Storm, given that my other published fics are 1/10 of the word count.

fic I spent the least time on: I think the one I’m currently posting, Fortress of Highever? Because I set myself a deadline for the draft that I met, and also Alistair is way too nice to cause half the drama of any of the other DA characters.

favourite thing I wrote: this works out very neatly, because it is absolutely A Man’s Word is His Bond. I think Eye of the Storm is kind of a hot mess, but this fic literally does everything I wanted it to. I just wanted to read something with the same kind of dynamic as Howl/Sophie from Howl’s Moving Castle (as in, dramatic disaster bisexual and his hypercompetent wife), so I wrote myself a trashy soulmate AU. I reread this fic whenever I am ill.

favourite thing I read: I’ve struggled with reading in general this year, favouring webtoons over both books and fics. But I really liked The Prince’s Penance by Ocreata which is a Sebastian/F!Trevelyan fic (I want to marry this version of Evelyn plz), Of Amulets and Dragons by MakjangCandy (Modern Girl in Thedas WITH ADDED KDRAMA TROPES, meaning it is literally a mashup of my two comfort genres) and a old Handers fic I found called A Little White Lie by CherieoftheDragons, which wonderfully lampshades how awful and inappropriate and endearing all of Hawke’s canonical flirting dialogue is.

Also, it ain’t a Dragon Age fic, but any fan of the Magnus Archives, or anyone who has ever had to do work with GDPR in the UK should read Beholding the GDPR: How the Magnus Institute Updated Its Privacy Policy for the Twenty-First Century And Only Caused One Nervous Breakdown In The Process by shinyopals, which is one of the best and funniest goddamn fics I’ve ever read.

writing goals for next year: Finish Eye of the Storm without losing motivation in a motivation destroying world. Write my Modern Girl in Thedas project, if only to have a chance to drag another Dragon Age love interest within an inch of his life. Tentatively look at my original fic WIPs sidelong.

I don’t really have anyone to tag bc I don’t know many writers on tumblr! So instead I’ll just add a quick “Happy New Year!” here. And if anyone on here follows me cause they read my stuff, thank you so much!!

[heartslogos]

newfragile yellows [1004]

“You're going to make someone cry like that. Keep it up.” Skinner offers Ellana a slice off of her apple, and when Ellana declines Skinner shrugs and leans against the wall next to her. “Brooding?”

“In a manner of speaking.” Ellana holds a leather cord between her teeth as she uses her hands to untangle the other cords from it. It was poor form of her to let her get this badly tangled. But one can never truly assume that their possessions remain as they are when thrown into a pouch, and the pouch is on a person who gets thrown about by a dragon. It’s a small miracle of luck and chance that Ellana’s lyrium vials and various other sundry tinctures didn’t shatter and cause some kind of secondary disaster during that fight.

“There’s two more, you know." Skinner uses the knife she’s cutting the apple with to gesture out towards the vista overlooking Sahrnia, and in extension, the coliseums where the high dragons have taken to roosting.

“One,” Ellana corrects. “Evelyn took Bull, Pentaghast, and Sera to fight the second one.”

Skinner whistles. “Which one was that, the Kaltenzhan? The Ravager?”

“Kaltenzhan,” Ellana answers, spitting the cord out to flop over to one side. She jerks her head over her shoulder towards the metal staff leaning next to her normal one. “She got that off of it.”

“Is it possible to use two staves at once?”

“Yes, but just because something is possible doesn’t mean you should do it.” Ellana winds one of the several leather cords she’s freed from the knotted tangle around a finger to keep it in place. “She means to send it off to Dorian, but you know Dorian. He’d want a written report on what it can do and how much of its abilities we’ve explored thus far. Evelyn didn’t want to take an unknown weapon into a new fight against another dragon. I would have passed it onto Dalish but I haven’t found her.”

“Went back to Skyhold with the last caravan,” Skinner replies. “New marching orders from the War Table. She’s leading one of our secondary scouting squads into exploring further edges of the Graves now that clean up has done what they could with the dragon’s lair there. Trevelyan took the chief but didn’t take you on the dragon fight? Did you piss her off?”

“She wants me in top form for the third one. I’m assuming, if she’s in working order, we’re doing that tomorrow,” Ellana replies.

“As I said, did you piss her off?” Skinner shakes her head. “It’s like your entire life is jumping from one blazing hot fire to another.”

“It’s wonderful for maintaining my figure,” Ellana retorts dryly. “And what are you up to?”

“Got back from a patrol checking the mines earlier today,” Skinner says, “I’m on break. Supposedly to sleep, but it’s too loud.”

“Impressive, coming from you. You’re the one who sleeps with Dalish’s snoring the same room consistently.”

“Not that kind of loud. It’s the same loud Skyhold and the higher elevations of the Frostbacks are.” Skinner nudges Ellana’s shoulder. “You know what I mean. The kind of loud that comes from vastness.” Both of them pause, attention diverted towards a rising spot in the distance near one of the coliseums.

“Ah. They’ve started.”

“He’s going to come back rowdy.” Skinner pointedly raises her eyebrows and digs her elbow into Ellana’s shoulder.

“That’s one way of putting it, yeah.”

“Good luck with that.” Skinner pauses. “Though I’m pretty sure you deserve it in some way. Some kind of universal balance or what have you. You’d have to ask Grim or Stitches for the pretty way to say it.”

“What did I ever do to anyone to deserve the Iron Bull right after a fight with a high dragon?”

Skinner levels a flat look at the side of Ellana’s head.

“Do I need to answer that, Wolf? Do I really need to answer that one?”

“I don’t think it equates.”

Both of them glance back towards the coliseum at the sound of a deep resounding crack.

“Kaltenzahn’s are…?”

“Ice,” Ellana supplies, concern rising as they both stare at the far off structure. There shouldn’t be a sound that loud coming from over there. Avalanche?

“You don’t think that thing can make ice so damn big and heavy we’ll be hearing it from here do you?”

“Maybe the structure is collapsing.”

“That’s not something you should sound optimistic for.”

“The alternative is that the dragon is capable of making ice that big and flinging them about,” Ellana points out, “I think I’m in the right for being optimistic about structural collapse.”

Skinner sucks on her teeth. “Fair. Well. You said Pentaghast is up there. And Trevelyan’s handy with a flame. Sera too?”

Ellana nods.

“They’lll probably be fine. Won’t even need the chief to swing his sword.”

Skinner is probably right. Ellana shoves the leather cord back into her pouch — most likely immediately undoing all the work she’d put into untangling it. Not that she’d finished.

“Getting worried, Wolf?”

“I am in a constant state of worry,” Ellana says, “The only difference is if I’m acting on the worry or not. For clarification, at the point in time I am not acting on it. I’m just thinking about it.”

“You dote like a mother hen.”

“Considering that they’re up against a high dragon, I think my concern is fair as well as that of the mother hen’s,” Ellana stands up picking up both staves and leaning them on her shoulder as she walks back into the keep currently under construction and refitting for Inquisition purposes. “I’m going to let Stitches know to be more wary than usual. Is the local command post established yet? I might ask permission to meet them at their halfway point with some horses. Are you coming?”

“I’m on break,” Skinner grouses. “Why should I spend my break doing work? Fine. I’ll go. But only because I don’t have anything better to do.”

[sassylavellen]

Dragon Age Retribution - Chapter One

Story: Dragon Age Retribution

A short(?) story by Sam Shenberger

Words: 3,065

CHAPTER ONE

The Ostwick Circle of Magi was large and impressive. In the eyes of many, it put other Circles to shame. It was a large tower, slightly removed from the city and built with strong stone instead of marble like most of the surrounding buildings. Mages from all over the Free Marches were sent here to learn magic, not just from Ostwick. It was well known, but just like most Circles there was always an underlying tension between the Mages and the Templars in the aftermath of the Kirkwall uprising. Most people liked to pretend that everything was fine and that there were no such tensions, but they all knew that one day it would all boil over. It was certainly how Alyssa Trevelyan felt.

The day had started as normal as any other for Alyssa. She had woken up at the crack of dawn, commenced her private studies before breakfast, and when the shadows from her windows crept up the walls to the portrait hanging above her bed, she had left to start her classes. She was excited that this morning's class was her last before she would perform her harrowing, and become a true Mage in the circle. As she walked down the corridor, a voice called to her.

"Alyssa! Hold a moment!" said the voice. She knew who it was, and with a small sigh before she turned, she looked over her shoulder at him. It was Varahel, an elf about her age who had once been a servant to another noble family before they discovered he had magic and sent him here. He was a little clingy, Alyssa thought, but mostly harmless.

"What is, Varahel?" she asked, but continued walking. "Is something the matter?"

"No, not at all." said Varahel quickly. "I just... I just wanted to wish you luck."

Alyssa shook her head as Varahel caught up with her. "My harrowing isn't until tomorrow. There's no need to worry so much."

"But you'll be going into the Fade alone!" said Varahel in a tone of nerves. "Who knows what manner of demons you might meet there! What if you were to meet a desire demon?"

"Varahel, you worry too much." she chuckled. "If you go into the fade trusting nothing and no one, odds are you'll survive."

"You say that with such resolve..." replied Varahel. "It's almost as if you trust no one ever."

They reached the door to the classroom as they spoke, but before going inside she turned again to face him.

"I know what it's like to be betrayed. Perhaps I truly don't."

She was about to enter the room, but at that moment another mage came running down the hall. "Alyssa!" he cried as he dashed towards them. "Alyssa, come quickly!"

"Harold?" said Alyssa in confusion. "What's wrong?"

"It's Benny..." Harold said between gasps. "He's set fire in the library... You have to help him before the Templars get to him!"

"Shit,” mumbled Alyssa under her breath "Let's go!"

They rushed off. The library was only halfway back down the corridor. Sure enough, she could hear a commotion outside before they reached it. "Out of my way please!" Alyssa called as she shouldered her way to the door. She suddenly felt her hand being taken and someone tried to pull her back.

"Alyssa, wait!" cried Varahel. "You could get hurt!"

She yanked her hand from his. "I'll be fine. You stay here and keep yourself out of trouble. Don't let the Templars in before I've had a chance to speak with him." Without another word, she opened the door and went inside.

Sure enough, a good portion of the library was on fire. Alyssa looked around, but could not see very much through the smoke. With a wave of her hands, cold ice erupted before her. The magical ice almost immediately melted, dowsing the flames nearby. Alyssa continued further in. "Benny?" she called out. She heard a scream from a few feet away and hurried towards the sound. There in the center of the library stood a little boy, who could barely be over ten. He stood in a small ring from which all the flames were emanating. "Benny!" she called to him again. He looked up, crying. "Miss Alyssa!" he called to her between sobs.

"Benny, are you hurt? Are you alright?" she shouted over to him. He nodded quickly.

"I'm scared Miss Alyssa!" he choked out. Alyssa noticed that the circle around him was closing in on him slowly. Time was running out.

"It's going to be alright..." said Alyssa, trying to stay calm. "Benny, look at me!" He looked up, tears still flowing from his eyes. "Everything will be okay," she said as she raised her hands. "Do you remember what you learned in elemental summoning last month? About how to conjure ice?"

"I've tried, Miss Alyssa!" cried the boy. "It vaporizes as soon as I summon it." The circle was closing ever nearer, and Alyssa could hear a commotion outside again. The Templars were coming.

"It's okay, Benny!" she said with an encouraging smile. "Try it again." He raised his hands and attempted to summon ice, but with a small poof it disappeared as quickly as he called it. "I can't do it!" he shouted in despair.

Alyssa heard the door burst open on the other end of the library and the cries of surprise from the Templars. "It's okay Benny," she said again. "We can both do this. Together! But I am going to need you to help, okay?"

"But I can't!" cried Benny.

"Yes you can! Close your eyes..." Benny shut his eyes tight. "Good! Good, Benny!" Alyssa called back to him. "Now, listen to my voice and concentrate. Concentrate hard on the spell you are casting. Think cold thoughts, think of the thick snow in the midst of a winter's night, think of the ice that freezes the lake..."

Benny held his hands up again, and this time the spell worked. Ice crystals began forming. Alyssa raised her own hands and did the same. "That's good! You're doing great Benny!" she called to him. At that moment, the Templars came storming over.

"Stop, Mage!" cried one of them. Benny's eyes snapped open and his ice disappeared. Alyssa shouted over her shoulder.

"Step back!" she cried. There were five Templars, all of whom came nearer.

"What magic is this!" cried the second Templar as he attempted to step closer and drew his sword. The circle was almost upon Benny's feet now. He screamed in horror as the flames began to lick at his shoes.

"NO!" Alyssa cried, and with a shout, she threw both her arms in the air and ice crystals erupted all around her, covering the entire library. Alyssa looked around to see that the flames around Benny had stopped, and he stood safe amidst the ice. "Are you alright, Benny?" she said as she rushed over to him. He threw his arms around her and sobbed. "I didn't mean to, Miss Alyssa!" he said. She hugged him back and glanced over her shoulder. The five Templars sheathed their swords and approached.

"Come with us, child." Said one as he pulled Benny away from Alyssa.

"No!" cried Alyssa. "He's only a boy, he didn't know what he was doing!"

"He is old enough to cast such a spell." Said a voice. At that moment, another group of Templars entered, lead by a man with long flowing grey hair and a silver beard. "And you, Alyssa..."

The other Templars all knelt at the sight of the man. "Knight Commander Markus" they said, almost in reverence.

Alyssa stood up. "I was trying to help! I stopped the fires!"

"Yes," said Knight Commander Markus sternly. "And in doing so froze half of the library solid. You have prevented one disaster and caused another. There will be diseplinary actions for you both."

"Uncle..." Alyssa said softly. Markus merely glared at her, then turned and left. The other Templars followed, escorting Benny with them. One Templar came over to Alyssa and gently grabbed her arm to lead her out too.

"I'm sorry, Alyssa." she said quietly.

"Amanda, you must know I was trying to help!" Alyssa pleaded.

"I know, sister." Amanda replied. "I'm sorry. This is a difficult day for us all, I'm afraid."

Alyssa turned to look her sister in the eyes. "Why? What's wrong?"

Evelyn woke slowly to the sounds of bird song. Her window had once again blown open in the late autumn breeze. She rubbed her eyes and stretched in her bed. "This seems familiar", she thought. With a groan, she threw the blankets off her and got up. Her bedroom was spacious, and everything was clean and organized. She groaned again as she realized she had slept in past noon once again. Evelyn crossed over to a shelf and picked up two clean fluffy towels.

Down the hall from her bedroom was a washroom. It had a large, luxurious tub and shelves full of fancy soaps and brushes. Evelyn took a piece of soap - a small, well-used bar that smelled like lilacs - and lit a small fire in the fireplace. She then undressed and stepped into the tub. The water was cool, but refreshing. She had drawn the water from the well to the tub the night before, to avoid the water being freezing cold if she had drawn it from the well in the morning. Slowly she sat down in the tub. For as big as it was, her legs were still too long for it and her feet dangled over the edge, warming her toes by the fire. As she tilted her head back, she caught a glance of herself in a mirror. With one hand, she brushed her auburn hair out of her face. A lot had changed in the year she had lived with the Trevelyans.

A year had gone by since that day at the tourney. More than a year, in fact. Holli Trevelyan had proven to be a good student, but there had been a lot of work that needed to be done. She was in no fit state to fight when they started, and the first several months of training mostly revolved around building up her strength and flexibility. It wasn't long before Holli began to practice swordplay. Evelyn wouldn't let her use an actual sword until she was sure she wouldn't accidentally hit her. It still happened, of course, but neither of them had been seriously injured yet, and when it happened they would just laugh it off. Surprisingly, Evelyn thought, Holli was okay for a human. Even her brother Stephen warmed up to her eventually. Evelyn didn't know too much about the rest of the family. All she knew for certain was that Holli and Stephen had two older siblings, and a lot of cousins. She had never stepped foot inside the actual estate. Even so, Evelyn had gotten to know several of the servants. Most of them resented her because she got to live in a cottage while they lived in the servant's quarters. Evelyn felt awkward about it, and usually tried to avoid them. She did become friends with the gardener servant, another elf named Bhani. Bhani even helped tend to her own cottage garden, and every so often Evelyn would play cards with her and her husband.

After a good long time, Evelyn finally stood up and dried herself off. She put her smallclothes back on, but paused as she picked up her trousers. "I've worn these pants and this tunic for the past two days... I should probably wear something different." she thought to herself. She had another set of clothing back in her room she could wear for the day. With a sigh, she folded her clothes neatly and set them on a shelf before leaving the washroom.

Evelyn entered the hall and as she was about to enter the bedroom, she suddenly screamed. There was a woman wearing a long coat standing in her sitting room. Her scream startled the woman too, who also screamed and backed up into one of the tables and nearly fell over. Evelyn let out a sigh of frustration. It was just Holli.

"Maker's balls, Holli! Don't scare me like that!" Evelyn shouted, attempting to cover her body.

Holli steadied herself and stood up straight. "I'm sorry!" she said, brushing some dust off her coat. "I just wanted to surprise you."

"I'm not even dressed..." Evelyn mumbled, embarrassed.

"If it's any consolation, you look well." said Holli.

"Been waiting to see me in my smallclothes, have you?" Evelyn snorted. Holli merely shrugged and they both burst out laughing. Holli reached out and hugged Evelyn.

"I've missed you, Ev." she said.

"I've missed you too,” replied Evelyn. "How was your trip to Antiva?"

"Very good." said Holli. "I got to see all the exotic locations and ancient buildings... But I have something I bought there that I wish to show you."

"Oh? What's that?" asked Evelyn, her interest peaked.

Holli took a step back and untied the belt around her long coat. "This!" she said as she threw the coat off to reveal that she was wearing a set of leather armor. Evelyn looked her up and down in confusion. There really wasn't much to this armor. Holli was basically only wearing armored shoulder pads, a leather breastplate that only covered the breast, and reinforced short trousers. Her arms, midriff, and lower legs were completely exposed.

After an awkward pause, Evelyn cleared her throat. "What is this?" she asked, trying her best not to speak what was actually going through her head.

"It's Antivan speed armor!" Holli replied as she put her hands on her hips confidently. It was obvious that she was pleased with herself.

"And..." Evelyn began but she couldn't force herself to stay silent anymore. "Holli, what is this supposed to be?"

"Don't you see? I can be flexible in this armor! Look!"

She picked up a nearby fire poker and began swinging it around like a sword. Evelyn watched her. To be fair, she was actually moving with the proper stances like Evelyn had taught her, but she had much to learn. Holli ended her little show by pointing the fire poker at Evelyn.

"Holli..." said Evelyn as she took the fire poker from her. "Holli, you're my friend and I'm going to be completely honest with you. That's not armor."

"Yes it is." said Holli defensively.

"Is it?" said Evelyn. She turned the fire poker around and poked Holli in the midriff, then again in her arm and then her leg. "You're exposing way too many weak points."

"I can still move quickly in this armor! My movement isn't restricted!" she said defensively.

"You're doing it again," said Evelyn, shaking her head. "You're focusing on one part of the point and not learning the full lesson. Yes, you can move quickly, but at the cost of defense. You need to find a balance, not go from one extreme to the other. Right now, you're wearing as much armor as I am."

Holli snorted. "At least my breastplate is made of reinforced leather, I doubt your brassier is."

"That's not the point." laughed Evelyn. At that moment, the door opened and Stephen entered.

"Holli, I was told you-" he began, but stopped short at the sight of Holli in her skimpy armor and Evelyn in her underwear. Evelyn once again shouted in surprise and attempted to cover herself. Holli, meanwhile, was unphased. "Maker's breath..." Stephen mumbled in confusion.

"You were told what, Stephen?" Holli asked, hands once again on her hips.

"I was... I was told you were here,” he said, looking up at the ceiling so as to avoid eye contact with either of them. "I was sent to fetch you. Mother wishes to speak with us both about something important. You should perhaps change your clothes first. Or put on clothes..."

Holli picked her coat back up and threw it over her shoulders. "Come on, brother." she said with an annoyed tone. "You've seen me at my worst." She clapped him on the shoulder as she made her way to the door.

Evelyn shuddered. "I really do not want to know."

"No! It's not like that!" cried Stephen, flustered. Holli laughed

"Ev, I'll talk to you later." she called over her shoulder as she left. Stephen remained a second longer.

"One time she was shitfaced drunk and I had to help bathe her... Long story."

"Wasn't asking" said Evelyn firmly, wincing at the thought.

"Good. I try never to think of that. She labors under the impression that it was funny." he replied. "Well... anyway... Good day, Evelyn."

Evelyn smiled and nodded, then backed away into her bedroom and closed the door. Stephen shook his head. "This is... not how I thought this day would go,” he muttered to himself.

Back in her room, Evelyn quickly threw on some clean clothes. "That sure was awkward..." she thought to herself. She looked at herself in the mirror again as she buttoned up her clean tunic. She wondered what was happening with Stephen and Holli.

Stephen and Holli entered the Trevelyan Estate and made their way up the stairs to Holli's quarters.

"You still haven't told me what this is about, Stephen." Holli said as she stepped behind a panel to change her clothing.

"It... It will probably be easier for Mother to tell you than I." said Stephen evasively. "I haven't heard the whole thing myself."

Holli stepped out from behind the panel to look at him. She had taken off her armor and was now only wearing her smallclothes. "It's not about the Winter Ball again, is it?" she asked.

Stephen glanced over, but immediately turned back away. "Maker's breath, Holli! Have you no shame?!" he shouted in frustration. She chuckled and stepped back behind the panel.

"You need to lighten up, Stephen." She said as she got dressed. "You're an adult now, you can't keep playing the baby brother card. Whatever it is that mother wants to talk about, I doubt it's anything too important."

"It's about father." said Stephen shortly. Holli stepped out from behind the panel again, dressed this time, and with a serious expression on her face.

"What about father? Is everything okay?"

Prologue - Next Chapter

[princessvicky01]

oc ask meme

Thank you for the tag @felorinbailenshield2 ! Loved learning more about your ocm and although most of my followers are probably sick to death of Annabel, I love talking about her!

Annabel Trevelyan

B A S I C S

Full name: Annabel Kathryn Dracon Trevelyan

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bi - although she hasn’t realised in all au’s

Pronouns: She/her/hers

O T H E R S

Family: Bryan (older brother), Ian and Neil (much younger half brothers), William (father who dies during Inquisition timeline), Evelyn (mother who died when she was five), Erin (step mother), plus lots of cousins, aunts and uncles!

Birthplace: Ostwick

Job: Is being a lady a job? XD Well that then Inquisitor

Phobias: Being alone/being abandoned

Guilty Pleasures: Being ‘intimate’ with Cullen a little more often than might be considered normal

Hobbies: Melee combat, horse riding, dancing (both formal and informal)

M O R A L S

Morality alignment?: Chaotic good

Sins: desire/despair/envy/fear/hunger/pride/rage/sloth

Virtues: charity/chastity/diligence/humility/Justice/kindness/patience

T H I S - O R - T H A T

Introvert/extrovert: extrovert

Organized/disorganized: disorganized

Close-minded/open-minded: open-minded

Calm/anxious: anxious - but not overly so, think buzzing rather than worrying

Disagreeable/agreeable: depends on the situation - she can easily switch

Cautious/reckless: reckless

Patient/impatient: impatient 

Outspoken/reserved: outspoken - always

Leader/follower: Leader - but is also content to follower provided she believes them superior to her in some way

Empathetic/unempathetic: empathetic

Optimistic/pessimistic: optimistic

Traditional/modern: Traditional 

Hard-working/lazy: lazy

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

OTP: Cullen Rutherford

Acceptable Ships: Various oc’s - Kelandris and Asharion belonging to @inner-muse and Alexander belonging to @gugle1980. 

OT3: Kelandris and Cullen of course! <3

BroTP: Sera!!! 

NOTP: Solas - just can’t even imagine the disaster that would be. 

Tagging:  @inner-muse @gugle1980 @starsandskies @stregatadallostregatto @kagetsukai @windysuspirations @punwolf @cantkeepmyeyesoff is you want to!

[wardenrainwall]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Blackwall/Female Inquisitor (Dragon Age), Blackwall/Female Trevelyan (Dragon Age) Characters: Blackwall (Dragon Age), Female Trevelyan (Dragon Age) Series: Part 10 of The Disaster that is Evelyn Trevelyan Summary:

Evelyn continues to struggle with her feelings for Blackwall, and how to express general emotions.

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It was late, quiet and so utterly peaceful. Evelyn lay on her bedroll in her tent, and Blackwall snored away, quietly beside her. Their bedrolls were as close as they could be, and Blackwall always made sure he lay on the crease between the two. Taking that small discomfort, because he thought he deserved nothing more, or simply to save Evelyn from it - Gods she knew it was both. Because the idiot man loved her. 

Evelyn blinked at the sudden wetness in her eyes and gritted her teeth, suddenly ridiculously angry about it. She barely resisted the urge to turn and bite the arm beneath her head. Her favorite pillow, if she was honest, which she never was. Usually, she found the most respite on these nights. Far from Skyhold, tucked into Blackwall’s side, basking in the heat his body put off even in the coldest weather. 

She sat up abruptly, and angrily wrapped her arms around her middle as the blanket pooled at her waist. Beside her Blackwall made a quiet sound, the arm that had cradled her head reached out, calloused fingers skimming up her spine. “What’s wrong, love,” his voice was rough with sleep. 

“Gods, I fucking hate you,” she spat the words out and heard him grunt quietly, his hand curving around her hip. 

“It’s the middle of the night, love, can this wait till the sun is up?” 

He accepted it. Expected it, and that only made her more angry. “Move,” she commanded. “Get on your own bedroll.” 

Blackwall’s hand immediately recoiled. “Ev,” he said quietly, cautiously as he obeyed. “What did-”

[contreparry]

For DADW: “Heads, I do it. Tails, you do it.” Varric, Inquisitor, and shenanigans of your choosing. :)

Sure! Here's some Varric and Inquisitor shenanigans for @dadrunkwriting!

Being summoned into Josephine's office was never a good thing. Evelyn learned that on the second day she knew the woman, when she was forcibly invited to teatime to discuss her past and how to best "reintegrate herself into Society." Josephine had been perfectly polite throughout their little chat, but Evelyn was horribly aware of Cassandra's grim expression and Leliana's vaguely amused smile the entire time. Ever since that day Evelyn sought to make herself busy, just to avoid the uncomfortable polite conversation while she frantically tried to recall all the etiquette lessons she learned when she seven and forgot by the time she was ten.

So when she entered Josephine's office and caught sight of Varric lounging on a low sofa, Evelyn released the breath she hadn't realized she was holding. Thank the Maker, at least she had someone to commiserate with! She sat down on the sofa next to him and smiled weakly. Varric grinned lazily at her.

"So, any idea what we're in for?" he asked.

"No. But Josephine said it was urgent," Evelyn replied. Well, the messenger said it was urgent, but Josephine's messengers were eerily good at imitating Josephine's tone. The message sounded terribly urgent, so she left her letter half finished and rushed down to Josephine's office to see what the problem was, her mind full of what possible disasters could await her.

"Chin up, Your Inquisitorial-ness," Varric said. "It can't be that bad if Skyhold's still standing, so we'll just sit around and have a tea cake or someth-"

"So sorry to keep the two of you waiting," Josephine announced as she swanned in, perfectly composed with a sheaf of paperwork in hand. "I've handled most of the problem on my own, but I need one of you to speak with Cole. There was a bit of an incident last night."

"Cole? What happened?" Evelyn asked, dread pooling in her stomach. Did he run into former Templars who recognized him? Was he trapped in some magical mishap? Was he trying to make peace with Sera and, in his Cole-like fashion, only frightening her more?

"Cole is fine, I promise," Josephine said soothingly. "Please sit down."

"Oh," Evelyn perched back on the edge of the sofa as Varric leaned forward, his expression a little less relaxed than before. He was still smiling, yes, but there was a tenseness in that smile that hadn't been there until Josephine mentioned Cole and 'an incident.'

"Well, from what I can gather, he was trying to help. And he did, albeit in his own way," Josephine explained slowly as she settled down in an armchair and set the paperwork in her arms on the tea-table. "But it took a little time and some of Cole's brand of magic to soothe the raw nerves of several of our visitors- some members of noble families who have been feuding for ages- and while I believe things are patched up..."

"You want us to give him the privacy talk, Ruffles?" Varric asked, and Josephine's relieved smile should have been comforting. It usually was! When Josephine was relieved it generally meant that everything was under control, that everything was safe! But in this case- Evelyn sighed and sat up straighter.

"I suppose there's no time like the present. Varric?"

"Heads, I do it. Tails, you do it," he declared, and he pulled a copper coin out of his coat pocket. He offered it out to Evelyn, and she took it in her hand, warm metal pressed into the meat of her palm. She set the coin on the back of her thumb, flicked it up, caught it, and pressed it on the back of her hand. She lifted her hand and looked straight at an engraved gryphon.

"Tails. Bad luck, Trevelyan," Varric said gravely, and Evelyn wondered why she thought playing a game of chance against Varric Tethras was ever going to turn out in her favor. She deposited the coin into Varric's waiting palm and stood up, politely smiling at Josephine and Varric in turn.

"I'm glad I have plenty of practice in giving awkward talks, then," she said crisply. "I'll get to it right away." All those Circle lessons she taught the young apprentices about growing bodies and magic were finally going to be applicable. She hoped.

[ladymdc]

ladymdc writes things!

All of my fics are posted to Ao3 - here.

I do have a Master List that I will keep updated, but there are some drabbles/prompts not on Ao3; these can be found - here.

DA:I - Finding Light Series (Cullen Rutherford x Evelyn Trevleyan): 2 long fics & 4 100-word drabbles

1. Feathers & Fur

A tear in the soul lets the Fade in. Not wishing to harm His children, the Maker breathed life into the rend with the promise they could be whole once again, but the fall from Grace removed that promise. A gift turned curse as the rend was freed from those who created Sin, allowed to also turn their back upon them. To harshen their punishment, the broken soul, longing to be whole, continues to feel the call of its missing piece in dreams. That Cullen was hers, within reach, was the Maker’s cruel joke. (My “canon” Trevelyan/Rutherford fic with a soulmates twist.)

2. Silver & Gold

A character study focusing on the feelings & moments that matter most; presented in 100-word drabbles. This work will cover the entirety of DA:I, Trespasser & beyond.

DA:I - Who Needs the Sunshine Series (Cullen Rutherford x Evelyn Trevelyan): 1 long fic & 8 drabbles/one-shots.

Negentropy: [n]: (1) negative entropy (2) the randomness/chaos a living system expels to keep its own entropy low to achieve order and organization, structure and function.

Evelyn Trevelyan lives to create order out of disorder, but after the New Haven disaster she finally accepts the mysterious Nightingale’s perpetual job offer, and she learns a little bit of entropy isn’t so bad after all. (A love/smut story.)

DA:I Stand Alone:

Wandering in the Dark (Cullen Rutherford x Evelyn Trevelyan Noir AU)

C.S. Rutherford was no hero, so when a dame with dark verdant eyes and a sharp wit strode into his office, it was a good thing she wasn’t looking for one. Surviving was the only thing he was good at; the question was, would he survive her?

[deimcs]

★★★ for hekate!! and ★★ for a shepard of your choosing!

thank you aah ♥♥ i did two boys so i’m gonna go with two girls now ~

★ hekateShe has a wife; a legit wife, at least according to the avvar laws.her name is Valkyrja ( @necrolitasi oc ) and they met some months after hekate joined her brother’s Inquisition. She had a fling with Blackwall before that but nothing too serious; she had obviously had other relationships with other women but in Valkyrja she found the perfect partner, as stubborn and loving as her. They even followed up the avvar tradition with Hekate being abducted by her spouse during the night to seal their bond before the gods.

★ hekateWhen she was little she used to dream about her unknown sailor father coming to get her away from her unloving mother’s house to sail with him across the sea. One of the first tattoos she got just to piss off her mother and step-father was a wind rose silhouette and even if her father never showed up her fascination with the ocean remains.

★hekateShe makes the best impressions. Maybe it’s because she used to mock her step-family a lot as a self defense mechanism but it kinda stuck with her even after she fled. She loves making people laugh and that was also the best way she knew to cheer Helios up when they were little; she would just start impersonating his father making him look silly instead of stern, secretly celebrating every small smile and laughter her brother sniffled out. Now she just uses her Iron Bull Voice when she wants to tease him or scare the living shit out of some poor soldier. Varric and Sera think she’s some kind of mage after all.

★ evelyneShe looks very shabby at first. Her hair is trimmed all wrong, usually covered in sweat or chemical smells, she rarely wears make up, even just to cover her scars that never completely healed. But aside from her body she’s very meticulous and tidy. Her armor is always polished, her guns loaded and ready, she always has everything under control and her cabin is a temple of order.

★ evelyneShe’s a glutton! She keeps it secret as if her love for sweet food could ruin her renegade reputation but she used to make contact with a certain merchant on Omega every now and then to retrive some special synt-chocolate muffins, so similar to the ones she used to dream about when she was just an orphan still living on Earth. 

[laraslandlockedblues]

Lara’s Master Writing Post

My Master Writing List can be found as a page here, and writing prompts only found on Tumblr can be found by searching my tag “writing prompt.”

But I realized I’ve never shared an easily mobile/rebloggable version before so here goes. Was just going to share again because I’ve updated it but also because I’ve gotten a lot of new followers since the last time I shared this. I suppose though since it’s Fanfiction Appreciation Day, though, I may as well share!

Dragon Age Inquisition - Lightning Struck Series - Cullen Rutherford and Evelyn Trevelyan

1. Eye of the Storm - Work in Progress

Evelyn is far too naive, young, and overwhelmed by everything asked of her after the Conclave. She tries to put on a brave face, but she’s slowly falling apart. Cullen is far too weary, self-loathing, and searching for redemption in his role as the Commander of the Inquisition’s forces, but he doesn’t think he’s worth finding any. They both feel broken, but maybe they can find a way to feel whole again.

Main canon fic for my Cullen/Evelyn pairing.

2. Moments Passed - Work in Progress

What if Cullen was sent to the Ostwick Circle instead of Kirkwall after the Fifth Blight was ended? An AU exploring the relationship between he and Evelyn Trevelyan after they meet following his relocation to Ostwick.

3. Miss Grey - Work in Progress

Commander Cullen came to Haven from Kirkwall to join the Inquisition, but he didn’t come alone. And no one quite knows what to make of the small Tranquil who follows him wherever he goes, never out of his sight.

4. Rehabilitation - Completed Work

Modern AU that focuses on Cullen’s lyrium withdrawal and recovery after he is sent to a rehabilitation center under the care of Dr. Evelyn Trevelyan. Follows his recovery and their blossoming relationship as he makes it through his addiction and eventually sets out to help others who wish to follow in his footsteps. Little to do with DA:I.

5. Even Doves Have Pride - Completed Work

An arranged betrothal leads to a rebellious, wild Evelyn, and her father enlists a certain former Templar-turned-bodyguard to keep her in line until the big day.

Modern Bodyguard AU with eventual smut and romance featuring lots of references to popular songs, including Prince, Led Zeppelin, and Tom Petty. Features little to do with DA or DA:I.

6. Bound to Burn - Work In Progress, Co-written with WindySuspirations.

A trip to Redcliffe to make reparations for the Mage Rebellion brings more complications that expected when rooms run short and the naive Inquisitor finds herself in close quarters with the man she can’t possibly ever have - her smirking Commander.

7. What Are the Odds - Completed Work

A chance encounter at the Hanged Man for some stress relief leaves Knight-Commander Cullen with a few questions, and an insatiable desire for the mystery woman he met.

DA2 & DA:I AU that places Evelyn in Kirkwall following the rebellion at the Gallows, where she meets and becomes involved with Cullen before he joins the Inquisition.

8. Dream a Little Dream of Me - One Shot

Evelyn’s usual wanderings of the Fade take an unusual turn when it starts to recreate the desires she has for the Commander, becoming more vivid each time she dreams. And Cullen finds himself waking from dreams that seem so real he swears he can still feel and taste her on him.

There’s no harm in indulging in fantasies, right? Unless there’s more going on than simple imagination.

9. The Deal - One Shot

Evelyn wishes she could more easily soothe all of Cullen’s issues, and help him sleep better at night. But after yet another bad night’s sleep, she gets an idea that just may work.

10. Discretion - Tumblr Prompt One Shot

A brief flare of jealousy in Evelyn makes Cullen wonder why he tries so hard to keep things private.

11. An Awkward Start - Tumblr Prompt One Shot

The Commander gets caught in an intimate moment, but it turns out better than he could have expected. Based on the Tumblr prompt, “You weren’t supposed to hear that,” requested for Cullen.

12. Just One Dance - Tumblr Prompt One Shot

Cullen asks for help from the last person he’d usually seek out, but an evening he dreads turns into confusion as it reveals things they both didn’t realize they wanted. Modern AU. Based on the Tumblr prompt, “Just pretend to be my date.”

13. The Dance of Love - Prompted One Shot

A first date on Valentine’s Day takes a turn when Cullen accidentally takes Evelyn to a dance club. Modern AU.

14. The Sun and The Moon - Marian Hawke/Fenris, Work in Progress/Very Slow to Update

Chronicles the important moments in the romance of the fem!Hawke/Fenris pairing that features in Eye of the Storm and other works in the Lightning Struck series. Inside are some spoilers for Eye of the Storm, as well as some background/headcanon Cullen moments.

Dragon Age Inquisition - Just Say Lass Series - Knight-Captain Rylen and MGIT Abigail Henderson

1. After Rain - Work in Progress

Abigail Henderson just wanted more out of life as everything began to fall apart - a chance to start over, a chance to be herself again.

When she ends up in Thedas, she finds more than she bargained for - as does the former Templar who finds himself fascinated by the woman from a place called Earth. Also features Inquisitor Evelyn Trevelyan from the Lightning Struck series.

2. Just Like Heaven - Work in Progress

Knight-Captain Rylen just wanted to do what he could to help defend the innocent people of Thedas - especially when the sky split ope and demons started falling out of the Fade.

When he somehow ends up in a place called Earth, instead, he has to come to terms with every part of his strange new reality - including the fascinating woman, Abigail, who finds him and helps save his life.

3. Wicked Game - OC/OC WIP

He’ll break your heart, Abigail. A man like that is used to having the world cater to his every whim, and you’ll never be enough. Be careful.

Companion piece to Just Like Heaven, a collection of semi-one shots from the perspective of Abigail Henderson’s soon-to-be ex-husband, John Baker. Gives insight into how they met, how their relationship began, how it fell apart, and later on will include insight into scenes from its parent fic.

4. Knight-Captain Rylen Appreciation Week 2018 - Completed Work

Collection of drabbles and one shots to celebrate Knight-Captain Rylen Appreciation Week!

5. Of All the Things to Fangirl Over… - Gift One Shot inspired by this art piece by Sloth-Race

MGiT Abigail Henderson has one of her first - very common - experiences in Thedas, and Rylen can’t quite figure out why she’s so excited about it. Set within After Rain canon.

6. Burning Up - Tumblr Prompted One Shot

Abigail meets a dashing Starkhaven stranger one night at the bar she works at, but one drunken decision turns into more when he comes back the next day. Modern Thedas AU. From the Tumblr prompt “You make adorable sounds.”

7. Stud - Tumblr Prompted One Shot

After a long day’s work at Skyhold, Abigail helps Rylen work through his stress. From the Tumblr prompt “Your skin is so soft.”

8. Never Enough - Tumblr Prompted One Shot

Rylen finds a few moments along with Abigail. From the Tumblr prompt, “Try to keep quiet…we wouldn’t want to get caught.”

9. His Lass - Tumblr Prompted One Shot

From a Tumblr prompt to see Rylen take care of things for himself when he’s away from Abigail.

10. Anniversary - Tumblr Prompted One Shot

From a Tumblr prompt for Rylen to see Abigail in a pretty dress and all dolled up for the first time.

11. Stolen Moments - Giveaway fic prize for Kawakaeguri

Each time, every time, just a smirk and the words “my lass,” and she caves. But why bother resisting if she doesn’t want to? Set within After Rain canon.

Dragon Age - And the Sky Will Burn Series - Modern Kirkwall AU Co-Written with Dismalzelenka

Part One: Your Arms Feel Like Home - Work in Progress

Two women with no connection to each other. A chance meeting and a quick goodbye. Neither of them expected everything to change.

Abigail Henderson was enduring a blind date turned cautionary Tinder tale. Solona Amell was just doing her job bounty hunting for a local bail bonds office. When Abby’s date and Solona’s target turn out to be one and the same, neither of them expects how quickly their lives will turn upside down.

When an altercation with local law enforcement is caught on video and begins to circulate the Internet, they both find themselves thrown headfirst into the lingering mage-templar conflict still gripping the Free Marches twenty years after the violent destruction of the Kirkwall Chantry. Their personal lives aren’t left unscathed either, as both women find themselves grappling with strange new acquaintances and relatively unwanted attractions to two former Templars now working as detectives with the Kirkwall City Police Department.

Tensions rise as past transgressions begin to surface, but everyone has secrets to hide.

Part Two Coming Soon!

Dragon Age Stand Alones

Beautiful Disaster - MGiT Cecilia Moore and Cullen Rutherford - Work in Progress

When she thought about how much she wanted to get away, she never realized just how far she would end up.

Just another Modern Girl in Thedas story.

Hero Worship - Mara Trevelyan and Garrett Hawke - Work in Progress

The Inquisitor can’t seem to think straight around the heroic and devilishly handsome Champion of Kirkwall. And he doesn’t make it any easier on her when he unexpectedly invites her to his room one night.

And what starts off as a fling turns into a whirlwind romance neither one of them is prepared for.

Out of the Ashes - Nemaine Tabris and Alistair WIP (on indefinite hiatus)

Nemaine Tabris’ life just seems to go from bad to worse after the traumatic interruption of her wedding causes her to be conscripted by the Grey Warden Duncan. But in the midst of the Blight, she finds herself thrown together with someone who just may help her survive and thrive.

In the Grotto - Knight-Captain Rylen and Cassandra Pentaghast - One Shot

Knight-Captain Rylen discovers what makes Seeker Pentaghast happy, and does his best to help her find some stress relief.

Inspired by this piece by SangoSweetz (NSFW Art)

The Hope of the Desert Bloom - Adoribull Giveaway fic prize for SoulRebel

Too much to hope, too much to dream that maybe - just maybe - this time it could be something more.

Mass Effect - Stress Relief Series - Fiona Shepard and Garrus Vakarian

Part One: Goose Bumps - Completed Work

Fiona Shepard woke up on a Cerberus operating table, apparently after being dead for two years. She wants nothing more than to see a familiar face, someone who will have her back as she works with her former enemies and tries to save the galaxy. Again.

And then after one trip to Omega, she’s reunited with her best friend in the galaxy.

But he looks at her differently, now - and she can’t seem to shake this new feeling. Especially not once she realizes it’s not really a new feeling.

Part Two: Ride or Die - Work in Progress (on hiatus)

It had been one hundred and eighty-four days when they finally sent for her.

Commander Fiona Shepard had spent six months relieved of duty, essentially on house arrest.

She had spent her time distracting herself, preparing herself, and resisting the urge to write to *him* for a prison break.

But now the Reapers have arrived, and all she can think about is getting back to him, and keeping the promise she made.