#warden x oghren

[dewdlepies]

I have some new party members in Dragon Age Origins! Shale and Oghren

Oghren immediately had something to say to Zevran about his and my Warden's relationship when he joined.

[loveacrossthedaszine]

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[perkeleen-lavellan]

Here's a little holiday spirit for everyone. You can now go grab the Love Across Thedas zine on itch.io for free, and find this artwork and much, much more inside, including plenty of fanfiction and digital merch.

@loveacrossthedaszine Extra thanks and much love to everyone who worked on the zine, but especially the mods.

(For anyone interested in what I was thinking when I was drawing this tune in below)

I wanted to do nanders because I pretty exclusively just do art about my player characters and their beaus otherwise. But nanders is one of those ships that I have been carrying my torch for since day one, or day 6 months in more like, with the pace I do my playthroughs in. Regardless, they were my favourite part about Awakening, and the greatest tragedy in Dragon Age is that they still haven't reunited for longer than 5 minutes in some dank darkspawn tunnel! So I set out to fix that.

I wanted to create a scene where the Amaranthine Wardens, my Mahariel and Zevran included, would go meet Anders in the middle after what happened to the Kirkwall Chantry, to keep him safe, and the team could finally get that more permanent reunion.

Due to my own headcanons the Amaranthine crew is also having a bit of an exodus, since they're in the middle of planning to go rogue from the rest of the Wardens. Oops :). All in all they're a bunch of outcasts right now, but they have each other.

And of course Nathaniel brought Pounce with them too.

[contrivedcoincidences6]

I can’t properly explain my disappointment when I started Awakening and my Warden Alistair was no where to be seen with no explanation. Where is my wife? Why did he leave me? I mean why even go through with the dark ritual if I can’t at least get a letter like with Leliana or Zev? 😭

[eliphasgraham]

✨ Romance ✨

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[awesomechipz]

Oghren:

[my-dumb-obsessions]

💕 Happy Anniversary, Carie & Nate! 💕

A year ago today, I completed a short fic based on a random prompt that had been sitting in my inbox for 3 months. That was Silverite Moon, and it was the day I decided that Cariane Amell and Nathaniel Howe had more story that I needed to tell.

Since then, I went backward and forward (and backward again) in their story with 3 more fics, and there's still more story to come!

But I'm so proud of this work I spent almost a year on, and this romance that still owns my whole soul. So I wanted to celebrate and share it again:

Nathaniel Howe returns home to the wreckage of the past and builds a new future with an unlikely partner. Warden-Commander Cariane Amell is thrown into a role she never expected and never prepared for and finds family and love along the way.

[geopvnk]

warden bethany x sigrun and warden carver x nathaniel howe . is anybody out there can anybody hear me

[anderstrevelyan]

Everyone say hi to Justice—there's a new chapter today and it's his first big appearance!

Ch. 14: The Fade Made Flesh

Read it on AO3 or Read from the beginning

“Uh,” Oghren says, his tone a touch haunted, and that brings Garrett back to the moment. To the solid earth under his boots, the weight of his knife as he tucks it back into his belt, the way the rain’s softened to a velvety haze. To Kristoff standing before them. Or, well, not Kristoff. “You’re really the…the spirit?”

“Pretty sure he’s not an Orlesian back from the dead,” Anders says dryly. His voice has an edge of fear, too, one Garrett can barely discern, but he supposes that’s fair, despite their alliance so far. Things from the Fade made flesh aren’t often good. They both grew up hearing endless refrains of just that, after all, and Garrett’s seen it, far too often, the horror of what can happen when something spectral tries to twist a mortal body into its own.

Yet the spirit of justice doesn’t respond, just stares at his new fingers as he slowly uncurls them, at an uneven pace that makes Garrett wonder if there’s a delay between intention and motion. Kristoff’s gaunt face, already twisted to a grimace in death, is now something a little more: confused, alarmed. Desperate.

“I did not wish for this,” he says finally.

[ramblinganthropologist]

13

13 - too loud

Camp at night was hell - too bright, too loud with everyone going around, tending to their things and setting up for the night. Vonnar Brosca would never get used to it, try as he might - he was just too used to the darkness of Orzammar. At the very least, he could find comfort in the side of an Antivan elf that smelled of leather and spices - Zevran did wonders to block out an unfriendly, unfamiliar world.

It was still loud... but he was a great buffer for the noise. And he smelled nice - that was a bonus.

[pisscrossiant]

PART THREE OF MY DRAGON AGE: ORIGINS HEADCANONS BECAUSE IT'S MY CURRENT HYPERFIXATION

The last part was super long I'm sorry for that 😭 I'll try to keep this one a bit shorter

Tw// NSFW themes, mention of s*icide (warning before hand)

Alistair has accidentally called Wynne mom on multiple different occasions, he gets embarrassed when it happens but Wynne doesn't mind at all.

To the younger party members Wynne is like a mother figure, especially since most of their mom's either died or are just shitty.

Morrigan doesn't want to admit it but she wishes Wynne had raised her rather than Flemeth. She loves her Mother but she knows her mother doesn't love her, even though she doesn't get along well with Wynne a part of her wishes Wynne had been in place of Flemeth.

Leliana can sew pretty well, she'll sew blankets for the party members with fabric they choose. She'll patch their shirts up too but Wynne does that a lot more then she does.

Morrigan's favorite party member (besides the Warden) is Leliana, Leliana and her get along very well.

Oghren has tried to fight Zevran multiple times, ESPECIALLY if Zev is in a relationship with the warden. He'll be like "You're dating my favorite person?? Meet me outside." And he'll forget that they're together then he sees them making out in camp then tries to fight him again.

Oghren likes making fun of Alistair for being a virgin.

Leliana and Morrigan have gotten drunk and explored each other's bodies before

Tw// s*icide mentioned

Leliana calls Morrigan hot non chalantly

Alistair has attempted before. (I hope you get that reference but honestly I feel like he has)

Okay so to elaborate, Alistair, after Ostagar had felt as if he abandoned his father figure, and didn't deserve to live if Duncan died. The Warden found him as he was about to and stopped him, he's been greatful to them ever since.

//s*icide mention OVER

Morrigan constantly asks Mahariel what being Dalish was like, she is deeply interested in elven lore, everything she knows about ancient elves, and the Dalish she learned from Mahariel.

Leliana watches people sleep

Morrigan and Alistair helped Mahariel bury Tamlen after the incident at camp. (Still not over him I was so attached to him 🥲)

If Ruck is kept alive, when the Warden goes into the deep roads they go to visit him and they'll give him jewels and presents.

Mentioning Ruck, after they tell Filda he's dead, and she gives the Warden his father's shield, they give him the shield when they visit him next.

Alistair used to cook all the time but he gave the party food poisoning and after that he's not allowed to make the food.

Wynne, Leliana, Zevran and sometimes Morrigan make the food now.

Alistair gets very protective of the warden, even without romancing him, he's very protective of them in almost a brotherly way.

Morrigan likes to turn into a spider to scare Alistair

Zevran is a very light sleeper, up until he trusts the party enough that he sleeps like he's dead because he knows they'll protect him if shit hits the fan.

Morrigan's part of camp is the designated s-x area, considering how far it is from everyone else (also in the cutscenes that's where y'all are fucking) she just goes and sits by the fire with everyone else till they're done, they clean up afterwards ofc and they use their own bed rolls.

Oghren gets in fights with people that call the (elven) Warden a 'knife ear', every time someone says that to them he pulls up to their house.

Sten likes to learn about Dalish/Dwarven culture, he asks the warden questions about it 24/7, he's deeply fascinated with them.

Leliana and Morrigan have the biggest Sapphic crushes on each other,

Zevran and Leliana talk about women and men the find attractive together, especially if they turn onto the topic of the Warden, they're like "You find to Warden hot? ME TOO!"

That's all I have for this part I'm honestly running out of headcanons especially because the last part was SO LONG😭

Might be a part four but if there is it'll probably take a while ✋🏻

[broodwolf221]

solas x another unwritten ship for him - caressing the other’s hand

hehehehehehehehe okay. everyone else needs context for this. so, there's a joke in my friend group about how i ship solas with EVERYONE. and, well. one friend suggested someone as a joke. except i am me and i accepted the challenge. thus, i present to yall the most unhinged fucking ship: solas/oghren. yeah, them. pre-relationship and a bit of awkward desire and solas having a Thing for hairy men! (that said, i can actually sorta see it - reading through oghren's dialogue has been eye-opening fr. but it would take a big fucking fic to get them together in a serious way lmao) @dadrunkwriting 821 words cws: none

The Inquisition had made significant connections, including a promising one with Orzammar. Yet none had expected the dwarf who showed up at Skyhold, particularly one wearing the armor of a Grey Warden. Blackwall did not recognize him, but that did not mean much, for as he reminded everyone who asked, he had been out recruiting alone and had not been to Weisshaupt personally. The new Warden seemed disinterested in their current Warden… and in all of them. 

In fact, about the only thing he seemed interested in was the tavern. One day, Solas had gone to speak with him, but several clumsy insults later and he had determined it was a useless endeavor. Which is why this came as a surprise. 

“Have you need of me, Warden?”

“Nah. Just wanted to, uh…”

“What?”

“Shouldn’t have said what I said.” He shrugged, looking uncomfortable. “But I’m not gonna apologize!” Solas couldn’t help but snort, the man’s eyes widening a little before he grinned. “Well. Okay then. We good?”

“Why not?” He replied, closing his book. “I may loathe the Wardens and have little reason to be impressed by your carriage, but yes, we’re good.” The dwarf blinked, then suddenly his grin widened.

“Hey! Nice! You got a bit of bite to you, huh? Yeah, that’s good. Okay then.” He nodded firmly and then waved, leaving Solas alone in the rotunda.

And a little curious.

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Several weeks had passed, and the Warden had made himself more at home. He still spent plenty of time in the tavern, but he had ventured outside of it as well. He spoke with Solas sometimes, the two of them trading barbs, but eventually he’d had enough. Oghren came into the rotunda and Solas shut his book pointedly. “Come, dwarf,” he said simply, rising and walking away. Oghren paused before following him, and didn’t balk at all until Solas stepped into the small room—with a prepared, steaming bath.

“Hey now, no—”

“Yes,” Solas insisted, gesturing at the tub. “You represent the Inquisition now. You will look the part. And if you refuse, I will summon Bull, and he will pick you up and put you in—”

“Sod it! Fine! Fine!” He started unbuckling his armor, grumbling under his breath about ‘sodding elves’ the whole way. Solas snorted, glancing away as the final layers came off without any attempt at propriety. But at last Oghren stepped into the bath, cursing up a storm at the hot water.

“Good,” Solas said as he was finally seated, shoving a bar of soap at his chest. “You scrub, and I will tend to… this,” he tugged on a bit of Oghren’s beard, amused when the man’s eyes went wide.

“Hey, no. A dwarf keeps his beard. You don’t get to touch it—” Solas held up a wide-toothed comb, wiggling it in front of Oghren’s face until he just scowled. “You are a right pain in the ass, you know that, elf?”

“So I’ve been told,” he mumbled under his breath, Oghren snorting before he started lathering up with the soap. Solas knelt outside the tub and began working on unbraiding his beard. “If you get food in this when I’m done,” he began quietly, “I will burn it all off.” Oghren grunted and glared at him, but did not protest.

Solas was still working by the time the dwarf was done soaping up—having taken a break during a few particular moments of cleaning—and eventually the other man was just relaxing in the tub, letting Solas work through his thick beard. It was fascinating: the length, the coarse texture, the way that brushing it revealed the threads of white through the stark red. 

He actually enjoyed spending time with the dwarf. Solas appreciated his blunt manner, always knowing that what was said was what was meant, but through their conversations he had also uncovered glimmers of surprising depth. Bold analyses presented as jokes, made light of. Details of his personal history, while few and far between, had shown a life of utter loyalty to Orzammar, followed by a deep disruption that he spoke little of. He was intriguing.

Solas enjoyed being intrigued.

He did not realize for some time that Oghren’s eyes had opened, that he was staring at him. Eventually he met those eyes and did not break the gaze. Oghren looked puzzled, a wet hand rising to just skate across the back of Solas’, making him shiver.

“I think it’s been brushed enough, elf,” he muttered under his breath, finally looking away. Solas startled at the reminder of his task, nodding and stepping aside, looking away as Oghren dried himself and got dressed again.They spoke little and returned to their business. And if that night Solas considered the rough weave of that beard and how it would feel under his spread hand, pressed against the other man’s equally thick chest hair, all of it intriguing… Well. That was his concern.

[vonuberwald]

Hello! A DADWC prompt for you: "…where it hurts." for Zevran/M!warden, or any another ship you feel up for!

Always up for Zev ships x Thanks!

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Theron hissed as he peeled away the remains of the blood-soaked sleeve under his bracer, the armour itself in pieces by his feet. A glancing shot from a tentacle had scored right through the leather and rent a nasty gash in his forearm that still bled sluggishly. Fuck the Deep Roads there and back again, he never wanted to see so much as the shadow of a brood mother ever again. Once was too much already.

The other members of the party who had remained in camp were helping Wynne with doling out new bandages, fresh potions and poultices. He looked up just as Zevran wandered over, a sight for sore eyes as it was, but even more welcome as Theron spied a particularly potent draught in his hand. He smiled at the other elf as the former assassin sat next to him on the ground near the fire, eyes on the wound. He made a small noise in sympathy and Theron shrugged with his other shoulder, a wry smile on his face.

'This one's going to leave a scar,' he said lightly. 'Aren't you glad you didn't come with us now?' He asked, only half-joking. Zevran looked up at him. He was smiling with Theron, but his eyes were serious.

'I heard you fought the... source of these spawn,' he said in his lilting accent. 'Oghren said... tentacles?' Theron made a face.

'Yes, too many, with fangs on them. Disgusting creatures. I think I got off lightly though,' he added as he reached for the potion Zevran had placed between them. 'Oghren caught a nasty blow across his shoulder.'

Zevran nodded. 'Morrigan is helping patch him up now. I would be shocked, amor, that you did not hear the cursing, but he did not manage to get more than a few words out before they just decided to send him to sleep instead to avoid the hassle.' Theron snorted a laugh. Deciding to cut out the middle man, he slowly poured the vermillion liquid over the tear in his flesh, wincing as he watched the muscle and skin knit itself together in front of him. As many times as he did it, he never got used to that sight. Zevran picked up his hand as the last of the wound repaired itself and brought Theron's fingers to his lips, their eyes connecting, before he kissed him again, this time on the pink line that had formed on Theron's forearm. He let out a heavy sigh.

'I confess, I know you have been wounded worse than this, but the Deep Roads... they give me a different sort of worry,' Zevran confided, his eyes on Theron again, his voice low. 'I shall be glad when we are above ground again, to be able to see the clouds and the stars again. And, dare to dream, the end of this misery soon thereafter.'

It was a thin hope, all there knew it, but Theron was more than willing to dare with him. He was learning, all too well, how precious that feeling was these days.

@dadrunkwriting

[heylavellan]

prompt me!!

This Week's Interests

Lucanis x Rook as I just finished Veilguard

I played DA2, so let me in!!! Handers, Fenhawke, Merribela, Carver x Cullen, Carver x Nathaniel Howe, Bethany x Nathaniel Howe, Zevhawke, Merrill x Hawke, Hawke + Companions polycule.

Been sitting on my Dadquisition AU, which is a Cousland Inquisitor x Dorian with children from a previous marriage.

For AU fun, I've been rotating the coffee shop au in my brain. But, its spooky season so vampire and zombie aus are also go >:]

Things I Write

PC ships will use my OCs unless another name or OC is specified.

Fave Ships: Zevwarden, Dorian x Inquisitor, Cullen x Inquisitor, Alistair x Warden, Cullistair, Teagan x Warden, Dorian x Cullen, The Iron Bull x Inquisitor, Ser Gilmore x Cousland, Duncan x Cailan, Lanaya x Warden, Leliana x Warden, Sigrun x Warden, Maric x Loghain, Duncan x Warden, Krem x Cullen, Josephine x Inquisitor, Finn x Arianne, Dorian x Anders, Handers, Fenhawke, Merribela, Zevistair, Dorian x Krem, Carver x Cullen, Carver x Nathaniel Howe, Bethany x Nathaniel Howe, Rylen x Cullen, Rylen x Krem, Zevhawke, Merrill x Hawke

Fave platonic ships: Alistair & Zevran, Lavellan & Zevran, Shale & Wynne, Ferelden circle besties (Jowan, Anders, Finn, and mage!Warden), Cousland & Ser Gilmore, Vivienne & Dorian, Dorian & Solas, Sera & Cole, Fergus & Nathaniel Howe

Fave Characters/NPCs: Ser Gilmore, Zevran, Alistair, Sten, Oghren, Wynne, Arl Eamon, Anora, Loghain, Duncan, Jowan, Bann Teagan, Irving, Lanaya, Riordan, Lace Harding, Sera, Dorian, The Iron Bull, Cassandra, Varric, Cullen, Leliana, Krem, Nathaniel Howe

Meet my OCs:

(descriptions of them can be found here!)

Rhiannon Amell (they/she)

Ramsay Cousland (any)

Elwyn Lavellan (he/they)

Ariadne Trevelyan (she/her)

Inquisitor!Basileus Cousland (he/him)

Shokra Adaar (they/he)

Prompt Help

anything goes, but no idea what to send? try a fave song lyric, poem, or try one of my prompts!

What to Expect

A little bit fruity

As a big ol' fruit, I'm most likely to write my ships as gay or in some other way queer. So if you want something cishet (or want to explore a specific identity), you'll need to specify.

[v-arbellanaris]

anders / non-hawke ships?

ur asking me, the guy who ships fenders, manders (merrill/anders), kanders, nanders, canders, warden x anders, and is one of like. three people. populating the oghren/anders tag????????????