#zevran x mage

[frostbite-711]

All four of my heroines from my main world state in the Dragon Age games with their respective love interests. Hero of Fereldan: Amenthris Mahariel, Dalish Elf Rogue. Romanced Zevran, is an absolute bi disaster. Champion of Kirkwall: Juliet Hawke, Rogue. Romanced Fenris, Emotional Disaster. The Inquisitor: Asala Adaar, Tal Vashoth Mage. Romanced Iron Bull. An absolute sweetheart.

Rook: Assaranda, Qunari Mage of the Antivan Crows. Intends to romance Lucanis.

[thedarkangel74]

Amell is always described as being an edgy, strong- jaw-line, conventionally attractive, action orientated mage in the dragon age tag.

Counterpoint: He/She/They is a skinny and scrawny bean who prefers to read and study indoors. By the age of 10, they have read each book in the circle three times. As lifelong scholars, they have a hyper-fixation of all things magic and are desperate to learn new forms of magic (that's not blood-related). And at the slightest provocation, will talk nonstop about theories about some obscure magical property for hours

[ileaaart]

So with the coming release of Dragon Age: the Veilguard coming out this fall I started playing Origins, and boyyyyy I’m having the best time! The graphics are obviously dated, but more like a nostalgic kind of aged 🐉

Eliana - elf circle mage turned warden, and (previous) Alistair flirter and current Zevran kisser. Besties with Leliana

[unlikelysaintdelele]

Back on my Warden Amell bullshit!

I always knew Adalia was just the first draft of my canon playthrough. Being an Amell, she has a blood connection to Hawke, which is such a cool detail��and Cullen’s crush on female Amell adds another connection I enjoy. But as I’ve refined her character, I realized she wouldn’t actually fall for Alistair.

She hates (loosely used) nobility in terms of social structure and how it pushes people into doing something they don’t want simply in the name of blood, which is why she didn’t want Alistair to become king. He LOVES being a Grey Warden, why would she take that away?

Plus, she dreams of travel and adventure, craving stories from beyond Ferelden, which led her to bond deeply with Zevran and Leliana. She got so engrossed in their stories that I accidentally made Zevran catch feelings—a situation I had to quickly shut down since I was very calculatingly romancing Alistair. Still, Zevran wanted to follow her anywhere, and I keep noticing how perfectly they fit together. Adalia adored his humor, and her flirty, playful nature complements his so much better than Alistair’s would.

And on top of that, her cousin Hawke also pursues a fair-haired elf! Alistair just feels better suited to someone else—maybe a dwarf or human noble.

[dragon-age-fame]

Edit: I want to thank you guys for the interest. She is 14 pages in now. Low key might skip work today to write. Keep up the good work. I answer some of your questions and replies uwusl

Hwy guys.

I'm hoping to generate some interest for my current project with my bestie. We are writing a dragon age fanfic. Instead of one origin surviving, Duncan recruited all of them.

It will have romance, adventure, friendship, politics, betrayal and hope.

Our goal is to keep it true to the story to lore as possible.. hope to eventually write through all 3 games. (Possibly dreadwolf too depending on how that turns out)

The romance list is F. Maharel x Zevran, F. Tabris x Leliana, M. Adecan x Morrigan, F. Cousland x Alistair.

Surana and Brosca will be announced later.

How it will work is we are splitting the chapters. She writes one half. I write the other. We have different writing styles so I hope this will be a fun and relatively unique project.

Bestie says she will be more.motivated to write if people are interested. So I am hoping to show her to get her on the ball.

Please feel free to comment with any thoughts, comments, questions or ideas.

[a-gay-bloodmage]

Day 19: Ridge 

(Zevran x Redren)

Still relatively new to the group, Zevran accepts Redren’s offer to join him in his tent. For just a plain massage. Zevran uses his time to study the ridges of the mage’s pale, thin form and wonder at what’s below the surface.

[grapecaseschoices]

in another of my genius hot takes:

totally should go on a da blood mage playmix

[jadewing-realms]

This week is going way too slow but at least I'm learning to draw on my phone more. Have a slightly unhinged know-it-all.

Made using these lovely things.

[bioticgoddess]

Because I'm at work and bored (it's a slow day) you are now all subject to some semi-rambling Head-canons for my Dragon Age OCs and some of their companions, things I consider canon from my playthroughs.

Origins:

Female, Elf Mage named Maeve. She romanced Zevran and survived the fight with the Archdemon. Alistair fathered Morrigan's son despite having allied with/marrying Queen Anora, his former Sister-In-Law.

We all know he's trying but Anora is the reason Ferelden isn't in tatters let's be honest. She paid attention to everything the late Queen Rowan did and that woman is the whole reason Ferelden survived Maric...read Stolen Throne it'll all make sense.

At the time of Veilguard the pair of Elves are still west of the Anderfels and Maeve has told the First Warden to fuck off several times, as has King Alistair (who says as a Warden he would only answer to Commander Maeve). Zevran has offered to kill him, like a good Crow and a man very tired of seeing his partner bothered by "this awful old man".

Dragon Age 2:

Astrith Hawke is a human mage who romanced Fenris. She killed Anders after he blew up the Chantry because she recognized that that only made things worse IMMEDIATELY and was incensed that her friend manipulated her into helping him construct and place the bomb. Her brother Carver is with the Wardens and following Kirkwall, the pair of them and Fenris go on the run/are being hidden by their friends. Isabella hosts them for a while in Rivain as does House Arainai in Antiva (thanks for dealing with the Zevran incident regardless of the fact that she sent him off with supplies back to Warden Maeve). They even run into the Chargers at one point - Bull is on a separate mission so Hawke doesn't meet him until the Inquisition.

Astrith comes out of the fade in Inquisition (either survives because of course she would or because of leaving a Warden behind, I have done both), meets up first with a very distressed Fenris. Hubby is happy she's safe and back and alive but pissed as hell she went and got left in Fade because "Are you mad Woman!!!" "Yes and you love me." "There is no flaw in your argument." "I love you too Fenris." (I have been working on a fic for this for a while...might finish it when I'm on my upcoming vacation).

During Veilguard the pair and Carver are no where near Weisshaupt, the latter having told the First Warden to fuck off and gone to help Warden Maeve on her expedition following a letter from her by way of the Hawke's cousin the Mage Amell who had been at the Ferelden Circle with her (and survived albeit barely). Carver convinced his sister and brother-in-law to go with him so they are all off West.

(Note: If you haven't played Origins, the Human Mage is an Amell and the cousin of the Hawkes through their mother. That character origin is referenced, regardless if you played an Amell Warden, in DA2.)

Inquisition:

Female, Elven Mage named Elentari Lavellan who romanced Solas. She's also an ancient elf who participated in Fen'Harel's rebellion but due to the violent manner that shocked her into Uthenera she woke with none of her memories of having 1. Known Solas and Felassan (I have a short in progress), 2. Been a spirit let alone an ancient elf, 3. That she helped with the rebellion. The Lavellan Keeper has suspicions they keep to themselves but suggests her name is Elentari. The Keeper uses magic to help sell the lie by marking her with the Mythal Velaslin (I know I spelled it wrong). Solas recognizes her but decides she deserves better than the weight of their past...they fall in love again and well...we know what happens there.

Right before Veilguard's End Game missions her memories return the rest of the way and among the things she leaves behind before going North is a letter to be given to Harding should she not return. It's an apology for her role in hurting the Titans by taking physical form and details on what those she met were like as well as an apology for not being there to tell her this in person. She also nominates the Mage Brigit Trevelyan (Cullen's wife and my human mage inquisitor) along with her former Advisors and Charter to run the Inquisition as a council. (Cassandra is the Divine in my canon). Trevelyan and Cullen are also the babysitters for Morrigan's son at this point since he's being kept as far away from Ghila'nain and Elgar'nan as possible despite his age (20 ish I think based on the timely).

Obviously she's gonna have the "good" Solas Ending because Lavellan deserves it regardless if Solas does or not.

Veilguard:

Human Mage and House de Riva Crow, Alecto.

Yes in the game we aren't supposed to know Illario and Lucanis pregame because they need to explain things to the player but given how close Rook is to Teia and Viago there is no way on HELL they didn't know the surviving Dellamorte Scions personally. It might not have been a close relationship but they definitely knew one another. So my HC includes that Alecto knew the pair, got on better with Lucanis than Illario and she may have had a schoolgirl level crush but nothing came of it prior to Veilguard. Viago considers Alecto to be his right hand within the house and she is the closest thing he has to a sister, which is part of why he threatens to find her in the Fade if she dies. She's also Teia's best friend and the trio trained together despite being from separate houses some of that was due to Alecto having caught that the pair kept making eyes at each other so she was playing wing woman.

She has to apologize to Neve because yes, she lies about not knowing Lucanis. It's a reaction and a protective behaviour as a result of the coup they nearly wiped out Caterina's family.

There are 2 Reasons she doesn't pick a fight with Solas at the end: 1. Alecto and the squad (Lucanis and Emmrich) are exhausted and mostly tapped out. 2. She thinks the Inquisitor and Mythal/Morrigan deserves the chance to talk him down. Worst case, the breather will help if they have to fight. She does NOT expect Lavellan to go off with him but thinks that's what the elf wanted all along.

Post Veilguard...Alecto and Lucanis return to the Crows and House Dellamorte. They and the rest of the Team maintain a presence in the Lighthouse and the Crossroads, helping to clean it up from lingering Blight and closing Access as best their can to the Venatori remnants (who Lucanis makes the responsibility of his House).

The Blight in Thedas:

Those infected with it during Veilguard who didn't become Wardens and didn't die are cured as a result Elgar'nan's death. So people like Neve, the Magisters, and the Viper are Blight Free. The Wardens are still subject to the Blight but are now less likely to go mad through the Calling as a result of Solas's ongoing efforts (with Lavellan's help) to calm the core of the blight in the Fade. I think the pair of them (or even just Solas) eventually succeed but it takes a while.

I hope you enjoyed my shenanigans. Needed to get it on paper. So yeah feel free to borrow bits of them if you like. Gotta write/finish a couple short fics for these Mages so expect those. Yes my Inquisitor is named for Elbereth of Lord of the Rings.

K Bai!

[haniebnie]

// And I saw little beams of light Come into the bedroom From underneath the door And they crawled under my sheets And they came out of every single pore // [ flowers grow out of my grave -- dead man's bones ]

[calico-callista]

Surana trying to explain why they can’t kill Zevran and chuck his body into a ditch

[loveacrossthedaszine]

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[ileaaart]

smooches

[crows-of-buckets]

I miss dao I'm soooo tempted to do a replay of Aviae she's my girl.

Anyways. This is Aviae my original warden. She romanced Alistair but they broke up when he became king, and she also survived so. Slay ig!!! I'm kinda in the middle of redesigning her so <//3

Also zevran looks way too much like Daeran in that second drawing help

[choccy-zefirka]

We previously had a whole Discourse Session about x reader fic on this blog, but I just saw this in visual form on my dashboard (Blorbo hugging/kissing a greyed-out silhouette instead of the artist's OC), and I am back to thinking how being expected to insert my OC into the author-prepared slot is not my thing (and makes me a bit sad, actually) because... all my OCs fall for their love interest, even if it's the same person, for different reasons.

Isk and Wyll are childhood friends who keep being torn apart by circumstances but inevitably find each other. Mariposa and Wyll are gender-swapped Beauty and the Beast; he is the radiant guiding light that inspires her to rise above her Dark Urge. Wilhelm is a classic sad dad, so his partners Wyll and Karlach help him find joy and whimsy in life again. Or, for example, Alyrr stirs Halsin's heart because she is kind to him, while Cinder falls for Halsin because he is kind to *her*; same goes for Niamh and Zevlor vs Dee and Zevlor.

Likewise, in other fandoms, Azelma Cadash and Blackwall initially despise each other because she thinks he's a boring straight-laced fuddy duddy, and he thinks she's a spoiled princess luxuriating in her father's crime spoils and wearing a Stop Being Poor T-shirt, but as their friendship progresses, each discovers that the other is a more nuanced person than their first impressions might suggest. While Naali Adaar teams up with him as Protector of the Small, and Adiba Adaar turns his head with her incredible Nerd Powers (Nana Lavellan is somewhere at the intersection of that, because she is both a nerd and a professional babysitter in her clan). Thraer Aeducan bonds with Morrigan like a golden retriever excitedly following her around; and Revas Mahariel sits across the room from her like they are a cat and she is also a cat, slowly getting accustomed to each other. Nella Amell gets to Zevran with her sweetness and faith in people, and Zevran gets to Brianna Cousland with his roguish charms, even as she appears to have hidden herself behind a wall of ice and grief.

Alisa Shepard is a neurotic perfectionist, Natalie Shepard is an enthusiastic, confident space adventurer; Garrus loves each of them. And in my newest obsession, Cyberpunk, my current rough and tough but secretly artistic street kid V is going to employ different tactics when convincing Takemura to ditch Arasaka through the power of love (shhh, let me have my headcanon) compared to a hyper-stressed, disillusioned corpo V and a happy-go-lucky nomad V I also have planned. And so on and so on and so on.

Can all these different love stories truly be expressed through x reader fics? Even if x reader is mostly focused on smut, I am not sure how much maneuvering you can do while leaving it generic. Again, going back to my own OCs, Arryn Lavellan, a hot-headed 20-something Dalish First, is a virgin who pretends to be sexually experienced to win Respect Points, and then learns the lesson that he did not have to do that; while Elgara Lavellan, a Circle mage and ex-Tranquil, is also a virgin due to her life circumstances, and her lesson is that there's no shame in having a "first time" after 40. Cinder the Tav is a half-Orc, half-Tiefling, used to being fetishized by intimate partners because of her appearance, so she gets her mind blown when Halsin worships her body as a great gift of nature. Laulu the Tav is a half-Orc, half-Halfling, a humble farm girl with dreams of someone who will love her for her, not her glamorous elf bard persona (courtesy of Disguise Self), so she gets *her* mind blown when Gale takes her, the real her, on a journey through the stars. But Amaya, a full Halfling this time, is a vengeful paladin who used to be married to an evil wizard that entrapped her in illusions of love and bliss in order to manipulate her to do his bidding, so she opts for the humble tryst in the woods, blowing *Gale's* mind this time as he realizes that he can be wanted for more than his magic. So for all of them, even smut will flow differently.

Some anons I got argued that inserting your OC into a love story focused on a canon character is too self-centered; you have to give other people a chance to imagine *their* OCs in this blank spot! And I guess it works for some people (a lot of people, in fact), but I would rather write stories and make art about specific OCs and read stories and admire art with *your* specific OCs and all the endless ways they can kiss that Blorbo.

[mythalsknickers]

For the DADWC: things you said when you were drunk

TITLE: Carnal, 9:53 Dragon PAIRING: Lucanis Dellamorte x Teigue "Rook" de Riva RATING: Mature WARNINGS: 18+ Content, Drunk Fantasies, Knives and Blood Mention, Implied past SA, Liberal use of Spanish/Italian/Latin, The wine is spicy, AFAB Nonbinary Rook Word Count: 1898

A bottle of Carnal, 8:69 Blessed sat innocently enough on the kitchen table. It's sudden appearance while he was making coffee had been a little off putting, despite the Lighthouse being in the Fade it was remarkably stable. Teigue carried his coffee cup over looking at the bottle.

"It couldn't be..." he murmured picking it up to investigate it. He knew this particular bottle, the scrapes along the neck from his spellblade as he tried to sabre it. The laughter as he poured a glass with a few fledglings, they had stolen it off some Orlesian merchant. His eyes lost focus.

"Teigue! I bet you can't sabre it with your spellblade!" He snorted taking the bottle from Emiliano. He drew his spellblade and shifted the bottle in his hand. Silverite scrapped against glass and the liquor fizzed over the ground. "Shit! The Heir is gonna kill us!" there was no fear in it, just laughter as they hurried to clean the evidence up. The bottle sat next to a pile of cups and glasses borrowed from the kitchen below. They all knew they would regret this when training called.

"Alright, we all know the rules, we take a drink if the object of our desires comes up in conversation. No Relia, books do not count. This must be an object of desire capable of pulling into a dark alcove..." the pause and her narrowed eyes finding his "In. The. Waking. World. and having their way with you, hot and passionately. No Fade Demons, no books, or anything else that is not flesh and blood!" Carmaria pointedly directed and he held up his hands sitting down and pouring his glass.

"Easy Carmaria, only real people I get it." He chuckled as the bottle was passed around. "Who ever drinks last get's the peach at the bottom!" Emiliano added setting the bottle aside. Teigue settled on a pillow listening the conversation navigated the rumored failed crow Zevran Arainai, Teia Cantori, even his own Talon. His friends drank away the Carnal. All of them on their second glass when they moved to House Dellamorte. "Did you here the Mage-killer is going to be coming to the Diamond tonight." He raised a brow and took a sip of his glass finally.

"TEIGUE!" Carmaria squealed in his ear as he winced. "No! You don't!" the laughter filled the group. "Lucanis--" He took another sip and her eyes widened. "Your Talon would kill you!" he laughed and now it was time for his friends to catch him up. Every rumor they had heard over the years of him being an active crow. After they all had three glasses the group had parted ways leaving Teigue with a single glass left in the bottle.

Teigue saw him before Lucanis saw him. Dark leathers, the unmistakable purple staining of blood, shoulders slumped as the exhaustion of a completed job took hold, hands raking through his hair. Those hands pinning him to a trellis, he took another sip of the liquor. Maker, this was going to be a very long night, and his morning training could not come early enough. He bit his lip as Lucanis shrugged out of the heavier outer jacket, the way the rapier and dagger gleamed in the low light, pressed against bare skin, the slightest trickle of blood trailing down from the chest. Memento Amabitur he silently told himself trying to shake the phantom sensations. Looking over to the bottle he did not have much left maybe one more glass if he was lucky. Turning back toward the Zipline, a sigh left his lips as his own fingers tangled in his hair. He had a better chance of getting to the black city than Lucanis Dellamorte acknowledging his interest. He was the adopted son of the fifth talon. He drained his glass, picking up the bottle and pouring the last, pit and all into his cup.

The sky had shifted, turning from a deep abyssal black to a faint purple. Dawn was coming and with it training. Blades clashed in his mind, the smooth cool of a blade splitting skin, back slammed into the ground, hands pinned above his head, kisses that felt like fire along his chest. His eyes stared at the peach pit before taking a sip from the glass. Maybe a bit of of witherstalk and dawn lotus would convince Viago he was working on a poison and not spending the night six....it had to be six cups deep into Carnal, 8:69 Blessed. Leaning on the balcony he let out a heavy sigh, lips pressed against his, names whispered like prayers to the maker, hands keeping him close, digging in and leaving bruises, bites to his lips inner mingled with coffee flavored kisses, and the soreness that would come the morning after.

"Teigue?" His name sounded like honey, the thoughts had halted as he was jerked back to reality. His pale eyes meeting with dark eyes full of something burning. "Another sleepless night?" He tipped his head taking another sip of his wine.

"Something to that effect..." He trailed off as Lucanis' eyes stared at the glass, and the peach pit in there. "What has been on your mind?" Teigue watched him settle against the balcony. You His mind screamed but he took another sip with a gentle hum giving himself time to put together an answer. "memento amabitur, and the pining of a heart." he offered plucking the peach pit out of the glass. Lucanis' gaze felt heavy, and like standing in the fire of the Andraste's pyre. Reaching up Teigue adjusted the collar of his shirt.

"You are the heir of the fifth talon, pining does not seem to be your suited for your soul." He raised a brow not noticing Lucanis moved closer. "I assure you it suits." the self deprecating laugh was silenced with a finger pressing against his lips as the older crow pushed into his space. "Who?" the demand was clear and Teigue's heart pounded in his ears. There was nothing said, he could not put it to words but his tongue flicked the finger pressed to his lips. There was something in those eyes the space between them closed and he was pushed into the railing.

A hand wrapped around his waist, draping over his hip as the other drapped over his shoulder. It pulled him back to the Lighthouse, the sent of bitter coffee, warm bread. The hands pulled him close his back meeting with muscle. "Teigue" the growl in his ear had him turning to meet Lucanis' gaze. Hunger was that look all those years ago, cut short by being lead to a room in the diamond where he could sleep it off. "Lost in your own world?" there was no judgement as he nipped at Lucanis' lips with a slight smirk.

"No, just thinking back to my last taste of this vintage." He murmured feeling the older crow growl slightly. "The night is young, and you never did tell me about those thoughts of yours back then." Fingers grasped his chin holding him for a slow burning kiss. It melted his surprise. "You were quite drunk, you did say you wanted me to pin you while we sparred." His face flushed as Lucanis' hand trailed along the waistband of his dueling leathers. "This time there is no Viago to lie to and no training to distract you." His breath came shallower as he tried to swallow. "So tell me Teigue...what did the liquor bring to the forefront of your mind that night." His voice carried an edge of a demand and those eyes, maker they were burning him. Fingers moved down his shirt, undoing buttons as he struggled to find words.

"L--Lucanis." he bite his lip to chase off the small whimper only for him to swoop in and bite at his lip. "Teigue." he is name breathed much like a prayer as his own fingernails dug into his lover. "sei amato." it was said with such firmness there left no question but it pulled a gasp from him "Now tell me every. fantasy. every. thought." each word punctuated with a burning and nipping kiss as his shirt was pulled off draped over the chair. "Lucanis" There was nothing to hide the small moan as the man found the tender magic scarred skin pressing warm kisses and tender nips until one them turned into bite with a very pointed look. "Ahhh-M-maker." His words trembled as he was pushed into the wall of the fireplace. "Mhmm pinning to me a trellis..." he tried to grasp the memory as Lucanis' teeth found a nipple. "Ahh the one by the the cafe the alcove..." his mind searched for the words. "Fuck...your hand under my shirt." His fingers had slipped under the waist band, leaving a trail of maddening fire. "Mhmmm What else Teigue" there was a pause as Lucanis opened the bottle and took a slow sip. "Ahmm sparring, your dagger pressed to my skin..." The older crow paused lowering the bottle and pressing another searing kiss. "That. we will save for another day." His fingers crept down undoing the ties of his pants. Teigue took a slow sip of the liquor. "What else mi corvus tempesta"

The door slammed shut behind them, with the click of a lock. "Sorenesss the morning after...coffee flavored kisses, the type of morning I wear your shirt." Teigue whispered as the last of the clothing was discarded in the pantry. Maker if anyone from the team found them Teigue would never live it down...oh maker Viago and Catarina. Fingers gripped his chin forcing him to meet those darkened eyes, with just a hint of purple. "None of that Teigue, no wandering elsewhere. You stay here, just you and I." It was a mix of pleading and demand. "You deserve this sei amato. It is time to leave Kirkwall." his breath caught and Lucanis nudged him back onto the bed, waiting a moment before pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, and he did not hesitate to meet it. He felt Lucanis grab his hand and guide it to his wrist. "Show me where, it is time to remember something better." His breath caught and slowly he guided Lucanis hand, sometimes instead of the smoldering caresses, there was nipping and burning kisses. His toes curled against the bedroll, his fingers leaving Lucanis' wrist clawing along his arms and shoulders as his moans echoed in the small room. One hand tangled in that rich dark hair and his dominant clawed down Lucanis' bare back. His lips trailed down his legs, and a scream clawed its way out of Teigue's lips and he pushed against Lucanis.

His eyes heavy as he laid against Lucanis, fingers trailing along his chest, drawing patterns almost asleep as his back was rubbed. It was the wee hours of the morning and coffee hung in the air as Lucanis sipped from a cup. Teigue sleepily kissed his chest, the morrow would be a day of stealing one of Lucanis shirt. The Heir of House de Riva and the Heir of House Dellamorte... Drinks would flow in the diamond when it got out, but for now it was just them. Teigue and Lucanis...and Spite, though some days he was not sure where Lucanis stopped and Spite started.