#compilation of dadwc

[seigephoenix]

DADWC Fic Masterpost

For DADWC: My Prompt Page

All the DADWC Prompts that I get are going to posted into these pages:

DADWC Origins DADWC Kirkwall Crew DADWC Inquisition DADWC Veilguard

[sulky-valkyrie]

Happy Friday!! For DADWC, maybe "I thought you said we had something worth fighting for- was that just another lie too?" for Anders/Nathaniel? 🥺

haiiiiiiii Gin, have a sequel to this for @dadrunkwriting

screenshot yoinked from this video, which is a delightful animated banter compilation

Trusting you was a mistake.

Anders’ parting shot and rage in his voice would've broken Nate's resolve if Loghain hadn't grabbed his elbow.  This contingency plan had been his wretched idea, brought up last night while they'd listened to his frantic pacing one room over.  Anders had said getting Karl out was the goal, that he'd burn the city down to see him free, so Nate had agreed to it as a last resort.

A last resort.  Not a bargaining chip to be tossed out at the merest hint of disagreement.  He barely heard, barely cared about Loghain and the Knight Captain's conversation as they walked through the same gate Anders had been dragged through moments before.  

“There's a list of the recently Harrowed in the Knight Commander’s –”

“Not necessary,” Loghain interrupted.  “I want someone seasoned.  A known quantity.  Already trained, not some barely housebroken robe barely able to tie his boots.”

Anders was more than that, you bastard.  He is more.

The Knight Captain cleared his throat.  “Traditionally, Wardens recruit from the Circle those who haven't yet proven themselves assets due to the risks of losing such valuable skills.”

Nate opened his mouth to snarl that they aren't assets, they're people, but Loghain stepped on his foot, grinding his mailed boot against the bone with an insincere apology, before sighing at the Knight Captain.  “A spirit healer should more than make up for any loss of revenue.  I want a list: men who've been Harrowed for at least five years with no disciplinary history.”

“Men only?” The Knight Captain's eyebrow arched up curiously.  “Are they better Wardens than women?”

Nate briefly entertained a fantasy of watching Velanna melt his eyeballs from his sockets as Loghain made up some drivel about recruitment quotas.  In truth, men made less dangerous Wardens, not better ones, but darkspawn breeding habits simply weren't a thing to discuss with the uninitiated.  

The Knight Captain sighed and changed course.  “Elsa would know best.”

“A moment.”  Loghain paused to fish a sealed letter out of his pouch.  “Give that to our former companion.”  He glanced at the Knight Captain.  “I assume he's been taken to your holding cells?”

The wax seal was imprinted with Brosca’ own signet (a stylized middle finger) and it wasn't addressed to Anders, but Nate.  He took the letter and he hid a frown.  This hadn't been in the plan.  In fact, they'd barely had a plan at all: trade Anders for Karl if they had to, then break Anders back out.  Details hadn't been important when they'd discussed hypotheticals last night, but now, the hypotheticals had become practicals, and only Loghain seemed to have any idea what was going on.  “Yes, ser.” He glanced at the Knight Captain, then quickly away.  The expression on his face when he'd cast that smite on Anders had been nothing short of cruel glee, more sickening to see than the way Anders had gone gray and stumbled into his captors’ grip.  “Where are the cells?”

“Up the right, down the hall, and on the left.”

Nate beat a hasty retreat.  An older Templar with steely gray hair was guarding the cell, though guarding it was a generous description.  He sat on a chair with his back to the opposite wall, arms folded, and head tilted to rest against the stone.  “Ready?” he asked without opening his eyes.

“For what?” Nate asked.

The Templar sat up in shock.  “Then you’re not…” he trailed off as his eyes traveled over Nate’s Warden armor.  “My mistake.  Knight Templar Emeric, at your service.”

What the void is going on?  “I’d like to speak to An – the prisoner.  In private.”

Emeric didn’t argue with him, just stood up and nodded crisply.  “Take your time.”  With that, he walked out.  What the void is going on?

Nate unfolded the letter as soon as the jingle of Emeric’s armor faded down the hall.  Another paper was inside, unaddressed and sealed.  Nate tucked it behind the message as he read Brosca’s blocky handwriting.  And read it again. 

Carta smuggles lyrium in through Templar barracks.  Been paying out my own pocket so they smuggle some other things out too.  Find the one who knows about Harrith. Give the other letter to Anders.

Did Brosca plan this?  Or just plan for it?  Did Loghain know?  Is that why he insisted on coming along?  The Commander hadn’t even been at Vigil’s Keep when they’d left, so he must’ve had the letters already.  

With more confidence than he felt, Nate approached the bars.  “Anders, I’m getting you out.”

The cell didn’t even have a bed.  Just two stools and manacles embedded in the walls.  Anders sat on one of the stools and stared at the ground.  His left arm hung limply at his side, shoulder still dislocated, and, even in the flickering torchlight, Nate could see a bruise darkening his cheek.  Maker, he's been in custody barely twenty minutes.  “Fuck off, Howe.  Just take Karl and go.”

“Loghain's taking care of that.”  I hope.  “And I'm taking care of you.”  I hope. 

“Taken care of me enough, I think,” he snarled.  “Don't worry, they'll finish the job.”  He hiccuped and covered his mouth as he shuddered.  “They must lace their magebane with something; even if I had mana, it'd be hard to cast when I feel like I might throw up any minute now.  Good thing for the both of us, I guess.  Asshole.”

Nate held up the smaller letter.  The movement caught Anders’ attention, and he glanced up before flicking his eyes away with a scowl.  “Brosca sent this.  For you.  Loghain had it.”  He tossed it into the cell.

Anders watched it flutter to the ground but made no move to pick it up.  “Don't want it.  Don't want anything from you.  Or them.”  He turned away, wincing when his arm brushed the edge of the stool.  “You didn't have to come.  Neither of you.  Could’ve just let me go, and probably got the same result: me, gone.  But no, you had to tag along, and for what?  Just make sure they did it properly?  You going to stay and watch the branding?  Report back that the infamous apostate and troublemaker is done for?”

“It wasn't –”

“You said you cared, Nate,” Anders interrupted softly.  “That we – that Karl and I had something worth fighting for, and, Maker damn me, I believed you.  When did it change? Or was it always a lie?  Would you rather see me dead than with anyone else?  Was that it?”

Nate rubbed his face.  “I'm trying to get you out, Anders.”

“You fucking put me here.”

The clank of Templar boots startled them both. “Just read the fucking letter,” Nate hissed before turning around.

It was Emeric again.  He was sweating and his cheeks were red, as if he was unused to running.  “I said take your time, but the Knight Commander is not happy about your choice of conscriptee.”

Nate glanced down at the message again.  “I’m looking for someone who knows Harrith?”

“Thank the Maker,” Emeric sighed.  He pulled out his keys and unlocked Anders’ cell.  “Nothing to be done about the magebane, I’m afraid.  Or your arm.”  He frowned as Anders stood up.  “Or your face.  Wilmod and Mettin are… overzealous.  It wasn’t like this when I joined.”  

As he stepped out, Anders muttered something that sounded like, “heard that before.”  The letter was in his hand and open.  He didn't look pleased about its contents, but Nate couldn't care less what he thought as long as it got him out.

That said, he couldn’t simply ignore his injuries.  He pulled a small healing potion from his pouch and held it out.  Anders stared at it for a few moments then rolled his eyes.  “The void am I going to do with that when I can't use my fucking arm?”

Asshole. “Generally, you drink it.”

Emeric shooed them down the hall.  “Keep going, lads; the tunnel is behind my wardrobe and it gets harder to move myself every year.  You know, I haven't done this since Maddox's – nevermind.  Used to be one or two a month before Commander Stannard and her roll calls and mandatory counts twice a day, and when Maurevar was doing it, we could slip out one a week to the Collective.”  He paused at the door.  “Harrith visited when he was dying.  Lyrium, you know.  It kills us all eventually, either from too much or not enough.  They told me everything.  The Carta, the Collective, the deals.  It's never been enough, but it was the best we could manage.  I took it over…  oh, about six years ago.  Easy money, I thought.  But it wasn't.  Instead I just see all the mages I can't help.  The ones the Collective doesn't know about.  The ones who can't pay the Carta for protection.”  

He shook his head as he walked to the edge of the wardrobe and pushed.  It barely shifted an inch, and he sighed as he glanced at Nate.  “That Warden strength might come in useful right about now.”

Nate stuffed Brosca’s letter in his pocket, then moved next to Emeric.  “Where's it going?”

“Just away from the wall.”  Emeric stepped back and grabbed a lantern.  

It scraped on the floor as Nate shoved it across the room to reveal a stone archway.  It looked like the opening had been plastered over years ago, and he ran his fingers over it skeptically.  “Your entrance is lacking.”

Anders snorted.  “That's what she said.”

“You think a smuggler tunnel would survive if we just hid it with furniture?” Emeric chuckled.  He turned to hand the lantern to Anders, frowned at his limp arm, and set it down on the desk.  “It's a rune.  Designed by one of the first mages Maurevar helped.  Said he learned it from the Wardens.”  He pulled a knife off his belt and slashed his hand.  “Responds to lyrium infused blood, so only a Templar can open it.  And no Templar would be foolish enough to wound himself in the presence of an apostate, of course.”  He cut the back of his wrist, then smeared it on his fingers before touching them to seven spots on the wall.  It glowed green, then vanished into mist as he gestured toward Anders.  “The tunnel leads down to a small harbor.  Take the skiff and follow the shore away from Kirkwall until you reach a cave marked with dwarven carvings.  The Carta know the boat, and will take you wherever you need to go.”

Nate grabbed the lantern.  “Let's go, then.”

Anders shook his head.  “Get Karl out.  I'll meet you at the inn, Andraste willing.”

“You're just – what if it's a trap?” Nate spluttered, then glanced at Emeric.  “No offense intended, of course, just – Anders, are you certain?”

“Get. Karl. Out.”  He pressed the note into Nate's palm.  “We'll figure the rest out later.  Or not.  I don't care.”

He looked down.  More blocky script.

If he doesn’t bring you back, he dies.  My word as a thief.

“Well,” Nate mumbled.  “And here I was thinking death threats were behind us.”

Anders grinned sadly.  “Welcome to the Wardens.”  With that, he ducked under the archway and disappeared into the dark.

[inquisimer]

“My robes suit you.” for dadwc cullavellan jkdfadklsfs ;-; i'm somft

hndfsjkl I'm somft too ;-;

for @dadrunkwriting this friday

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Halamshiral was looming but for once, Neria felt light as a feather, basking like a cat in the sunbeam that stole through Cullen’s roof to his loft. She’d pacified Leliana with a message from the Crows and Josephine was deep into compiling an explanation of Orlesian politics—torture for another day. Their lessons on decorum and dancing with Vivienne weren’t until tomorrow and there were no prisoners awaiting judgment in the dungeon.

She was almost afraid to think it, but…she had free time.

Technically they had free time, but she was convinced Cullen knew nothing of the concept. She had half a mind to slide down the ladder and order him away from the paperwork. But he found comfort in the work, the planning, the details that would ensure her safety and their success. She could hardly take that from him.

Instead, she stretched her legs parallel to the floor, core muscles straining against the prickly straw mattress. A small, satisfied squeak emnated from her throat as the stretch of her muscles hit just the right spot and she held it as long as she could manage—which was a great deal longer than she once had, she noted with no small amount of pride.

She’d sought out this little refuge from responsibility in the wake of one of Solas’ demanding lessons in wielding the anchor and guarding her mind. Exhausted and drained, she’d ditched her dirty, sweat-soaked tunic to the corner of the loft. Though she’d been quite warm when she arrived, the chill of the mountain air had settled across her damp skin and left her shivering. She gave her shirt a distasteful look and decided immediately that there was a better option at hand.

Cullen didn’t have so much a dresser as he did a repurposed supply crate filled with carefully folded clothing. It was neatly organized by the purpose of the clothing and then in color order from there, so it was little task to pull out a casual shirt and slip it over her shoulders—which were, of course, much slighter than Cullen’s, so the garment hung off her like a da’len in her mother’s robes.

Thus protected against the cold, she nestled herself down in his blankets and pillows, which were less plush than the ones Josephine had ordered for her and somehow more comfortable for the lack of leisure. She didn’t remember drifting off, but she must have, because the next time she blinked it was going on dusk and the ladder was creaking under Cullen’s weight.

She stretched her hands above the headboard and blinked, sleepy like a cat, when his torso lifted above the lip of the floor. A strange expression twisted his face when he looked at her and she immediately glanced down, suddenly self-conscious that perhaps the shirt had slipped in her sleep, or maybe she’d never put one on at all.

But no, the shirt was still firmly about her shoulders, if perhaps looking a bit more like a sweater than a tunic, the front falling open to reveal her thin undershirt. Nothing scandalous, really. Neria looked back at Cullen, curious, only to find that a sharp blush had replaced his odd grimace and a hand clasped against the back of his neck.

He cleared his throat. “Comfortable?”

“Very,” Neria purred. She rolled her neck and let her head loll back against his pillow. “Do you know how long it’s been since I got an uninterrupted nap?”

“Roughly however long it’s been since the Conclave?”

“Exactly.”

A shadow sent a subtle chill over Neria and she huddled further into his shirt and the thin cotton blanket. When she opened her eyes, Cullen’s were gazing at her, dark and molten, and a ghost of that strange expression was on his lips again.

“What is it?” she couldn’t help but ask, softly, as if she didn’t really want him to answer. The way he was looking at her was different, but not wholly unwelcome. It wasn’t the gaze of the Commander to the Inquisitor, nor that of the friend and confidant he’d come to be.

She wasn’t going to think too deeply about what it might be instead. Her emotions were standing on shaky enough ground as it was.

“Nothing, I just…” He trailed off, still staring, until he rapidly blinked and shook his head, as if ridding it of cobwebs. When he refocused on her, his gaze was once more warm and comforting and a slight smile quirked the corner of his mouth. He caught the tale of the shirt in one hand and tugged it gently.

“My robes suit you,” he said cheekily. Neria rolled her eyes, but couldn’t help the smile that rose on her lips. She pursed them together to fight the humor, though she didn’t really succeed based on the humor she could read in his eyes.

“Did you just come up here to make fun of my sleepwear?”

“Regrettably no,” sighed Cullen, the traces of mirth vanishing from his face in an instant, replaced with craters of worry and lines of stress that were all too familiar to Neria—she saw them in the mirror each morning. “There’s a new report in from Emprise and I could use your input…”

Nap time was over, it seemed. Neria bit back a groan and dragged herself mostly vertical. She cast a distasteful glance at her crumpled, smelly tunic in the corner and screwed up her face. Well, this wasn’t Orlais: she could be the Inquisitor without proper attire for the time being.

She bunched the too-long sleeves of Cullen’s shirt up around her elbows and patted down the flyaway hairs fraying out of her braid. Under his amused gaze, she pulled the unbuttoned edges of the tunic about her like a shawl and nodded toward the ladder.

“Lead the way, Commander.”

[rusted-pipe-of-wisdom]

Happy DADWC evening! Have a prompt. For a pairing of your choice: "I don't see how this is my problem."

I've been compiling my DA oc page so here's a lil scribble with Harpy and Whinchat. Explanations what explanations (they're coming as soon as I'm done with header images I promise)

@dadrunkwriting

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"I still don't see how this is our problem," Harpy grumbles. They have a slight lisp: shtill, thish ish. It’s early; they lift the hood of their cloak so that the mist of chilly raindrops may wash the dust off their face. The streets of Cumberland are filled with ghosts and travelling echoes; everything is dozed in silver and blurred by fog. The two of them are the only visitors to this eerie realm of twilight.

They're a strange pair. Harpy is tall and pale and grey, hair of dull platinum with leftover yellow. Even their skin looks ashen. One of their eyes is gone; the other is slow, dreamy, never peering beyond the contours of buildings and empty stalls, beyond the surface. Whinchat is small and round and patchy, with auburn fuzz and a glare of bright emerald and catlike grace in every step. She sees much and is eager for more, always focused, always learning and adapting. Right now she's turning to look nervously over her shoulder, purveying the mist for stray wanderers.

"It isn't," she says. "Cardinal’s indisposed. Someone really ought to go look for him, but the Master insists we sack the vault first.”

“Why? What’s in the vault?”

“Don’t know, but he wants it bad. He and half of Thedas, by the looks of it. Place is like the Empress’ parlor: Crows, mercenaries, Carta, ox ladies from Par Vollen... House of Repose dropped by not two days ago. Gone with the wind now.” Whinchat bites the inside of her cheek. There is a gap where her upper right incisor should be; her lip folds inward so it looks like she’s blowing a kiss. Harpy’s familiar with this expression.

“Cardinal broke into the vault,” they guess, “and that’s why he’s misshing.”

Whinchat’s not particularly close with her fellow agents of Mage Underground; it is strange that she cares about Cardinal so much - or at all. But everything Harpy needs is a reason, and he’s reason enough, and the way ahead is blissfully clear and certain. Everything will be fine.

“Everything will be fine,” Whinchat says, as though reading their thoughts. Whinchat never shuts up; Harpy’s words are few and far between. Whinchat skips every other step; Harpy shuffles. She smells of pines and cedar and fresh blood; they don’t seem to smell of anything but dust. She tastes like rain, and she’s warm, temptingly so, almost feverish. Their hands and toes are always freezing and their skin is so dry it cracks. Her kisses are a punch to the diaphragm and whatever a newborn’s feeling when they scream for the first time, and they kiss like the gentlest wind on a summer afternoon.

Everything will be fine.

[liza011]

DADWC Writing Prompts

Feel free to send me prompts for @dadrunkwriting. (I'd love it if you included a pairing you want to see with the prompt.)

You can choose from the list below, or simply send me something you’d like me to write about inside the DA universe.

Please note that I will not take prompts that are marked with [X] for the time being, because there are still several of them in my backlog.

For anyone interested, I have compiled all my DADWC stories over on ao3. Here.

Pairings/Characters I write/would like to write:

- Cole/m!Lavellan (Lir)

- Cole/m!Hawke

- Cole/Krem

- Cole/Zevran

- Cole/Rhys (queerplatonic relationship)

- Dorian/Felix Alexius

- Dorian/m!Lavellan (Sorrel)

- Zevran/m!Warden

- Zevran/m!Hawke

- Zevran/m!Lavellan

- Zevran/OC (Aiden, from my pirate AU)

- Solas/f!Lavellan (Elara)

- Solas/m!Lavellan

- Bull/m!Lavellan

- Varric&m!Hawke

- Isabela/f!Hawke (Riona)

- Merrill/f!Hawke

- Merrill/f!Lavellan

- Fenris/m!Hawke (Evan, blood mage)

- Anders/m!Hawke

Prompt Lists:

- Caring prompts

- Cuddle and snuggle prompts

- Soft prompts

- Charles Dickens prompts

- Artifacts Of Thedas prompts

Weather/Nature prompts:

- breeze - ocean - rain - snow - spring/having allergies [X] - a field of flowers [X] - leaves are falling [X] - planting a tree [X] - roots [X] - fog - frost - desert - forest - swamp - mountain - winter - water - sunshine - tree - rainbow - night - stars

Miscellaneous prompts:

- nightmares - gifts [X] - magic - library - tavern - what's your dream? - what did you do? - hold my hand - warrior - sitting by the fireplace [X] - training - warmth - embrace - soulmates - sailing [X] - light touch - blood magic - deal - sacrifice - demon - Fade - possession - spirit - shadow - darkness - friend - space - smile - nourish - cost - happiness - camp - direction - hunger - loss - mirror - empty - inspire - luck - gratitude - beginning - responsibility - animal - assignment - special - mystery - hero -  dreaming - boredom - rebel - glitter - blue - candle - strength - goodbye - surprise - game - eyes - quiet - promise - excitement - answers - glass - myth - hands - sweet - light - secrets - perseverance - climb - laughter - forgiveness - experiment -  admire - relax - home - time - chaos - pancakes - travel - missing - discovery - empathy - respect - energy - fight - growth - flight - calm - delighted - doubt - honesty - whisper - silence - endless - tunnel - scars - hesitation - night - meditation - stars - bruises

(Feel free to combine multiple one-word prompts, it makes for interesting results.)

[sulky-valkyrie]

happy friday! for dadwc may i request "I didn’t ask you for permission, I’m telling you that’s what I’m doing whether you like it or not." for.... Nanders?

Hi Jay, happy DADWC Day! for @dadrunkwriting

screenshot yoinked from this video, which is a delightful animated banter compilation

“Shit shit shit!”  Anders’ frantic muttering echoed down the hallway as Nate approached.  He wasn’t worried, of course.  Merely curious.  Not curious enough to investigate if he didn’t already have business on this side of the Keep, of course.  The mage was maddening: standoffish and aggravating all day every day, but inviting Nate to his bed every night.  Or just in Nate’s bed already when he completed his watch duties.  

The first time it happened, Nate had been so shocked at the offer that he'd simply walked out.

The second time, Nate had suggested it himself in a moment of desperation for him to just shut up, and hoping it would make him more bearable when they were out on patrol.  That had been a resounding failure, long term; Anders had been even more flippant and annoying after that, and Nate spent hours biting his tongue to keep from snapping that there were better things he could be doing with mouth.  

And now, yet again, he was making poor use of that thrice-blasted mouth, and ranting a torrent of profanity as he tossed the room apart and threw all manner of supplies on his bed.  Potions, food, a waterskin and, strangest of all, his Warden dress uniform.  

“Going somewhere?”  Nate asked from the doorway

Anders jumped and spun around, magic crackling on his fingers.  When he recognized Nate, he scowled and turned back to the shelf, then tossed a few more things from it to the mattress.  “What do you care?”

The vehemence in his tone and the fury in his eyes actually made Nate step back.  "I, I didn't see any orders," he stammered.

"And you're not going to."  He grabbed a bag and started dumping everything in it.  "I found my - a friend.  And I'm going to go get him."

"You have friends?"  Nate winced the second he asked.  It wasn’t as though Anders wasn't friendly, just that it was only on the surface.  He never seemed to let anyone inside, treated everyone with the same familiarity and indifference equally.  Everyone except the Commander and possibly Nate himself.  The Commander got respect, and Nate got, well, disrespect.  And a bedwarmer.

Anders shot him a glare over his shoulder. "Apparently not.  Not enough to fucking help when I ask, so I'm… ugh."

"What?  You're a Warden, if course we'll -"

"Commander said no," Anders snapped.  "So I'm on my own.  Again."

"Doing what?"

He kept packing.  "What the void do you even care?"

Why did he?  Daytime Anders was irritation piled on exasperation, but he liked Nightime Anders a great deal.  And, theoretically, they were the same person.  Nate took a deep breath and pinched his brow.  "You've shared my bed, why wouldn't I?"

"Hasn't mattered before," he muttered, then turned around.  "I'm going to Kirkwall. Karl is… he's a mage.  And I'm getting him out."

Fear pricked at his gut.  They'll kill him.  “So, you’re just going to do what, exactly?  March up to the Gallows and Conscript him?”

“If that’s what it takes.”

“It’s the Gallows,” Nate said sternly.  “They’re just as likely to haul you in for being apostate as anything else.”

He stabbed a finger at the uniform peeking from the bag.  “I’m a fucking Warden, they can’t.”

“And if they don’t believe you?”

“Then Kirkwall fucking burns,” he spat.  “You don’t get it, Howe.  I’m not asking for permission, or your blessing, or your help.  I’m telling you that’s what I’m doing whether you like it or not.”

“And what about us?  What about everyone here in Amaranthine?”  

“Us?  What us?  You can all burn too for all I care - I was only recruited because I happened to be here, and the Commander can't stand Templars.  You all fucking hate me, just be glad I'm leaving, alright?”

“Maybe if you weren’t such an asshole -” Nate started. 

“I love him!” Anders shouted.  “There, happy now?  I love him, I’ve loved him for years, and I finally found him!  I don’t give a shit about darkspawn, or any of you, and I’m going to get him back or die trying.  You got it?”

“What if the Knight Commander laughs you out of her office?”  Nate demanded.  “What then?  You can’t seriously think you can take on an entire contingent of Templars on your own.  They’ll have you down with a Tranquil brand on your forehead in under a minute.”

Anders spun around as he slung his pack over his shoulder.  “I’ve got a whole damn sea voyage to figure that shit out.”

“No, we need to figure this out now,” he insisted as he grabbed Anders’ elbow.

“Piss off, Nate,” Anders snarled as he shoved him back.  “You can get out of my way on your own or I can put you through through the fucking wall, but you’re not stopping me.  Not you, or the Commander or anyone else.”

Nate snatched his bag off his arm.  “I’m not trying to stop you, you fool, I’m coming with you!”

[seigephoenix]

Thedas Weekend Fic Compilation

All in one post until I get too many and then I'll split them up like I do for DADWC. A link for the Masterpost if anyone is interested.

As with all my fics, if there are *** then it means the fic is NSFW and caution should be heeded. Read all the content warnings (and send me an Ask if I happened to miss one, but politely because rudeness doesn't get anyone anywhere)

Origins

Elaina Cousland/Nathaniel Howe - comfort after a nightmare Serena Tabris/Zevran Arainai - bouquet of flowers Max Amell/Morrigan - why did you do that? because you wouldn't shut up

Dragon Age 2

Alissa Trevelyan/Garrett Hawke - angsty, heed the warnings Alissa Trevelyan/Garrett Hawke - quick kiss me

Inquisition

Alissa Trevelyan/Garrett Hawke - happy reunion Alissa Trevelyan/Garrett Hawke - sleep habits Niyra Cadash/Varric Tethras - i'd choose you again

Veilguard

Finn Aldwir/Bellara Lutare - flower petals Finn Aldwir/Bellara Lutare - falling asleep after reading a book Finn Aldwir/Bellara Lutare - why is your face so red? Odette Ingellvar/Emmrich Volkarin - sleep habits Odette Ingellvar/Emmrich Volkarin - edging*** Senna Thorn/Davrin - marking***

Modern AU

Max Amell/Morrigan - bookshop date Max Amell/Morrigan - bookshop date (Modern AU) Senna Thorn/Davrin - falling asleep after massage Senna Thorn/Davrin - lake date/skinny dipping Senna Thorn/Davrin - pottery class (Modern AU) Mariposa de Riva/Lucanis Dellamorte - dancing class (Modern AU with a cameo from Senna and Odette) Odette Ingellvar/Emmrich Volkarin - bookshop date

[seigephoenix]

DADWC Veilguard Masterlist

A compilation of all my Veilguard fics for DADWC. If you have not played the game, tread carefully. Some do contain spoilers and some do not. I do tag the ones that have spoilers. As always, if the fic has *** next to it then it is NSFW

Finn Aldwir - his page will contain spoilery images if you haven't gotten far in the game Senna Thorn Odette Ingellvar Vat'Asala Laidir - they/them

Senna Thorn/Davrin - You remembered that? Senna Thorn/Davrin - An accidental kiss followed by another Senna Thorn/Davrin - A race Senna Thorn/Davrin - Tentative kisses in the dark Senna Thorn/Davrin - Kiss to the back of the hand Senna Thorn/Davrin - Comfort after a nightmare Senna Thorn/Davrin - Sneaking away for a kiss Senna Thorn/Davrin - Wet kisses from the rain Senna Thorn/Davrin - Oh you think I'm cute when I'm angry? Senna Thorn/Davrin - Strength Kink*** Senna Thorn/Davrin - I'm asking hell if they have an exchange program Senna Thorn/Davrin - the human body has 7 million nerves Senna Thorn/Davrin - i've been wanting to do this Senna Thorn/Davrin - lake date prompt (Modern AU)

Finn Aldwir/Bellara - Snuggling during a rainstorm Finn Aldwir/Bellara - Unexpected kiss Finn Aldwir/Bellara - Bouquet (Featuring the Rookery AU cast) Finn Aldwir/Bellara - Patching up wounds Finn Aldwir/Bellara - Snuggling during a rainstorm Finn Aldwir/Bellara - Morning, fumbling kisses Finn Aldwir/Bellara - Morning, fumbling kisses

Vat'Asala Laidir/Neve Gallus - A kiss given without thinking Vat'Asala Laidir/Neve Gallus - Priestess tarot Vat'Asala Laidir/Neve Gallus - Justice tarot

Odette Ingellvar/Emmrich Volkarin - Cozy nights Odette Ingellvar/Emmrich Volkarin - Happy reunion Odette Ingellvar/Emmrich Volkarin - Kiss to the back of the hand Odette Ingellvar/Emmrich Volkarin - Admit it, your life would be boring

Cara Valisti/Illario Dellamorte - you are nothing without me Cara Valisti/Illario Dellamorte - keep making me the bad guy Cara Valisti/Illario Dellamorte - i do know better than you Cara Valisti/Illario Dellamorte - you're not afraid of me are you? Cara Valisti/Illario Dellamorte - you have no idea what you're talking about Cara Valisti/Illario Dellamorte - admit it, your life would be boring Cara Valisti/Illario Dellamorte - you're not scared of me are you? Cara Valisti/Illario Dellamorte - i'm doing this because Cara Valisti/Illario Dellamorte - no one can know about this Cara Valisti/Illario Dellamorte - but I do know better than you Cara Valisti/Illario Dellamorte - you asked for a savior not a saint Cara Valisti/Illario Dellamorte - then you never knew me

Ashia Laidir/Taash - lake date prompt

Mariposa de Riva/Lucanis Dellamorte - you might break my heart

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DADWC - Dragon Age II

A compilation of all my Dragon Age II writings for DADWC. As with the others if the fic is marked with *** it is NSFW so read at your own peril.

Garrett Hawke Marian Hawke

Marian Hawke/Isabela - giggly sex *** Marian Hawke/Fenris/Isabela - aftercare *** Marian Hawke/Fenris - comfort after a nightmare Marian Hawke & Isabela & Merrill - Cloud watching Marian Hawke/Fenris/Isabela - Comfort after a nightmare Marian Hawke/Fenris/Isabela - Fun in the snow

Garrett Hawke/Alissa Trevelyan - Stop making me want to kiss you Garrett Hawke/Alissa Trevelyan - Do you have a plan? Garrett Hawke/Alissa Trevelyan - You have the charm of a dead slug Garrett Hawke/Alissa Trevelyan - Don't you have to be stupid somewhere else Garrett Hawke/Alissa Trevelyan - If it bleeds it can die. Well, it doesn't.

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Dragon Age DWC Masterpost

Here is my new post for Dragon Age Drunk Writing Circle.  I realize with so many prompts it could be a little overwhelming to choose just one.  So I am going to post which two I’m interested in writing from for the week.  I will also post up the ships that have me in brain rot for the week as well. Hopefully this helps a lot!

I have compiled all of my DADWC writing into four posts. One for each game.

Origins Dragon Age II Inquisition Veilguard

I've been wanting to write smut again so there are some smut prompts + my Kinktober list from last year. If you're not wanting to send smut in, i have some SFW prompts too on here.

After they Kiss Date Prompts

NSFW Prompts. (For Kinktober just send in the prompt + ship you'd like to see. I may not get it done on Friday but it will be published)

Pillow Talk Kinktober

I'd really like to get back into writing smut again, so here are some ships that I haven't written smut for yet. Well, smut that has been published here on Tumblr or AO3. XD Max Amell/Morrigan Jacek Thorn/Lace Harding Asala/Neve Gallus Mariposa de Riva/Lucanis Dellamorte