#dadwc fill

[glowing-blue-feathermage]

happy dadwc friday, feather! from the like a moth to a flame prompt list: “I just want to be close to you. As close as you allow me to be.” + fenders <3

thank you for the prompt lovely! this isn't a completely literal use of the wording but I think I captured the spirit of it! For @dadrunkwriting !

The Deep Roads echoed, driving home the vastness of the stone tomb with every shift of rock, drip of water and disembodied voice. There shouldn’t be voices down here. Something groaned in the distance—a deep, reverberating sound like a bellow of pain, cut off with a slam that shook the ground. Anders flinched, the toe of his boot catching the lip of a crack in the stone floor and making him stumble forward. He caught himself with a hand on the damp, rough-hewn wall. They were in a side tunnel, attempting to find another path back to the surface, having lost the slavers they were chasing hours ago. From the cacophony of screams they’d heard earlier, something else had found them.

Without realizing it, Anders had closed much of the distance between himself and Fenris, the center of their small, exhausted band. It startled him badly when Fenris spoke, despite the fact that his voice was low and soft. “I can feel you breathing down my neck, mage.” Anders glared at his back. “I can’t help myself,” he simpered in a wistful tone. “I just want to be close to you.”

Hawke, leading their single-file party, snorted softly, shaking her head. Fenris grunted, which Anders had learned could mean anything, but he gave Anders a strange, searching look over his shoulder that made Anders avert his eyes, cheeks warm. They walked for what felt like hours, with Anders concentrating on the space between he and Fenris. Every time it started to shrink, he slowed his step, and every time the distance grew he felt the heaviness of the Deep Roads all the more. When had the Tevinter fugitive who despised mages started to make him feel safe? When had his instincts overridden logic?

When they finally stopped for the night, it was easier to ignore him, to let Fenris exist at the periphery of his awareness. They all had roles in camp, well-established and well-practiced. Fenris and Hawke secured their perimeter, Varric set up bedrolls, Anders started a smokeless magical fire and conjured water for their evening stew. 

The evening routine went too quickly for Anders. He needed the normalcy of sharing a meal and subdued conversation and making plans. It was his turn for first watch, and he didn’t want to be alone with his thoughts. 

It was less than an hour after dinner when his companions began to drift off. First Hawke, then Varric, and finally Fenris stood from his place opposite Anders at the fire. Anders forced himself not to watch him move toward his tent, not to admire the feline grace or long for the feeling of home, safe. He knew that was as much Justice as anything in his own heart. Wasn’t it? Wraithlike, Fenris was suddenly beside him, seated cross-legged on the stone. Anders stared at him in surprise, confused. “It’s my watch,” he said at last, when Fenris didn’t offer anything.

“The night is long,” was his cryptic response. Anders continued to stare, finding no clues in Fenris’s expression. In the absence of a better script, he resorted to humor. “Admit it. You’re ready to hear my manifesto.” “The night is not that long,” Fenris growled, and Anders caught his breath at the very real hint of a smile at one corner of the elf’s lips. “I can talk fast.” Fenris finally turned a glower on him. “I thought you just wanted to be close to me,” he said in his nasally, obnoxiously familiar imitation of Anders’ voice. His tone became gruff again when he added, “That’s the perfect way to make me leave.” Anders shut his mouth, turning his face away and trying to smother a surprised and delighted smile. He’d seen Hawke and Fenris talking earlier at the edge of camp, out of earshot, had seen Fenris glance at him again in a pensive way that Anders realized he’d seen a lot of over the last few months. Because he truly didn’t want to run Fenris off, he said something stupid. “I see. You just want to be close to me.” 

He nearly bit his own tongue the moment the words were out of his mouth, flushing with regret and waiting for Fenris to bite his head off. 

“Do you ever shut up?” Fenris asked with a sigh, giving him a weary glance. Instead of springing up to leave, he stretched his long legs out and, Anders thought, shifted a little closer. Closer than he’d ever let Anders sit before. Heart hammering, Anders’ tongue kept moving. “I can be made to—” “Mage.” “Hm?”

“Be quiet. And I will help you keep the darkness at bay.”

Anders shut his mouth again, so quickly he heard his teeth click. He realized in that moment why Fenris was here, what he’d noticed in their trek through the Deep Roads. Their many treks through tunnels and caves over the years: that Anders was afraid of heavy spaces and echoes in the dark.

After a long moment of silence that Anders couldn’t find words to fill, he inched just a tiny bit closer to Fenris, and when he wasn’t rebuffed, just a bit more. Their arms touched, the sweet song of lyrium a strange and unique comfort.

It was longer still before Anders realized Fenris’s only reaction to the sensation of his bare skin against Anders’ was a soft sigh.

[cavka]

Happy Friday! How about "falling asleep with their head laying in the lap of their lover" for Roisin/Lucanis?

@dadrunkwriting - veilguard content warning! thank you for the prompt!!!

It started out as the two of them having a quiet night in. Rook had correspondence to read and plan replies to; Lucanis had a novel he was keen to finish. Getting to spend their time together, tucked up on her chaise, was a welcome respite from the insanity that was their day-to-day life.

Rook noticed the first time Lucanis' grasp on his book faltered. It dipped towards his face as his blinks grew longer and longer. Before his wrist could go entirely limp, he startled himself back to full wakefulness and frowned. It was, though Rook would never say it out loud, adorable.

She continued to watch out of the corner of her eye as it happened again a handful of minutes later. A third time. With a small huff, Lucanis adjusted his position. Instead of laying on his back with his head resting on the pillow he had propped against Rook's hip, he turned over onto his side. The book swapped from one hand to the other, like the fatigue could be fought if he gave his muscles a rest from the very strenuous activity of holding a paperback.

Biting back a smile, Rook shuffled her papers. Wouldn't do to attract attention to the fact that she wasn't reading anymore. Not if--oh! There he went again, slowly blinking at his page as his muscles all relaxed.

With a rogue's swiftness, Rook reached out and snagged Lucanis' book from midair as his grasp on it finally faltered, succumbing to sleep. She placed it on the buffet behind them, her own papers resting on top. They could wait until tomorrow. Right now, she wanted to be able to focus entirely on the man sleeping in her lap. The way his deep breaths caught a little with his broken nose, not quite a snore but not silent either. How his normally furrowed brow eased into something smoother. Lucanis like this was at ease in a way he never was while awake.

A faint purple glow flickered around his shoulder blades, ethereal wings just barely shimmering to life as the barrier between Spite and Lucanis thinned.

"Let him sleep, Spite," Rook whispered. She wanted to run a hand through his hair, but feared it would wake him. Instead, she settled for ghosting a touch over the plane of his forehead. "He needs the rest. We'll talk tomorrow, alright?"

The wings fluttered, then disappeared. Rook smiled.

"Thank you."

[megthemariner]

Happy Friday! Eliana/Solas with ❛ you’re not at war anymore, you can come home. ❜

Asjfdjksjf this PROMPT!!!! I immediately took psychic damage but also knew exactly what I was going to write for it. So, amazing, thank you so much (genuinely!)

I’m surprised at how short I managed to keep it, but tbf I know I’ll be writing my Rook’s perspective of this scene, or at least parts of it, in my longfic, so maybe that made it easier. (It’s also why there’s no reference to Rook or the rest of the VG in this)

Also like. when they’re speaking and it’s italicised, they’re speaking in elven. I didn’t feel like trying to translate stuff tonight lol

For @dadrunkwriting

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Audience: General | Pairing: Solas/Eliana Lavellan | WC: ~550 | CW: MAJOR ENDGAME VEILGUARD/SOLAVELLAN SPOILERS, nothing else really

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He is still reeling from Mythal’s words, his vision blurry with unexpected tears, when Eliana kneels beside him. The faintest trace of citrus wafts through the air; even here, she manages to bring sunlight. He squeezes his eyes shut - he had almost abandoned it all, earlier, at the sight of her - he cannot bear to see her now.

“You’re not at war anymore, my love, you can come home.”

Her voice is quiet, but the elven she speaks sings to his heart in a way he has longed for for ages. The brief image of their little cottage, hidden from the world, flashes through his mind - home. Solas sobs, giving in to the emotion he had been holding back since Mythal had spoken. It is all too much.

Her soft touch on his arm grounds him, pulls him back to his bruised and battered body. He is so tired. But his duty is not over. There are still wrongs that can be righted, impossible as they may seem. Ir abelas, vhenan. I cannot yet return home. Solas straightens, slowly, stiff muscles and bruised ribs protesting the motion. Eliana remains at his side, watching him carefully.

Solas looks at her, one last time, drawing strength from her presence. Then, before he can change his mind, he slashes the ritual dagger across his palm. He turns to face the tear, beginning the ritual he never imagined he would complete.

“My life force now sustains the Veil. With every breath I take, I will protect this world and its peoples.”

He finishes drawing the complicated sigils, and channels his mana - and his blood - into them. They flash brightly for a moment before fading. Solas turns, looking back at Eliana, hoping he can explain - and that she’ll understand. I am leaving you, again, vhenan.

“The Titans’ dreams are mad from their imprisonment. I cannot kill the Blight, but I can help to soothe its anger. I will go and seek atonement.”

Her eyes never leave his. Solas has to tear himself away, desperate to stay resolute in his new goals, despite the pain. He focuses on taking one step after another, making his way towards the now shrinking Fade tear.

“But you do not have to go alone.”

Her words shock him, almost as much as the sight of her, coming to stand behind him, does. He turns to face her, and she takes his hands in her own. Solas almost cannot bear to look at her, even if he knows, somewhere deep in his heart, that she will not leave.

“Where I am going is terrible.”

“It won’t be terrible if you’re with me. I fear no fate, for you are my fate, my love.”

“You are my world, my heart. Anywhere I go you go, for you carry my heart with you.”

“We make this journey together, always.”

As the last elven word slips from her lips, she pulls him to her, bringing them to his own. Their kiss lasts only seconds, and yet, it feels like centuries. At last he pulls away, conscious of the slowly shrinking Fade tear. They both turn towards it and - hand in hand - step through, leaving the past behind them; ready to face the future together.

[asexualtabris]

Happy DADWC! Can I get Zevran/Rinna/Taliesen for "This was a bad idea" >:]

oh this was a lot of fun to write thank you so much for the prompt!

for @dadrunkwriting | divider credit

G | 467 words | CWs: acrophobia

Context: I wrote this as an early job the three of them had together. Taliesen and Zevran are 14, Rinna is 16.

"Rinna," Zevran said, his tone light, despite a focused frown on his face. "I think this was a bad idea."

Rinna sighed in front of him while Taliesen hyperventilated behind him. The three of them were balanced, barely, on a thin strip of rock on the back side of a remote estate, directly on the roacky coast north of Antiva City. The water of Rialto Bay crashed onto the rocks, a gut clenching drop beneath them.

"I told you, this is the best way in." Rinna said, for the dozenth time. Mostly because the three of them had a little spat about how to break in to the estate. She didn't sound upset now, just determined. "This is the only blind spot. You saw how paranoid Paolini is."

It was true. Zevran had seen the man's security rituals himself while they had been casing the estate last week. Still, he glanced at Taliesen, pale and pasty with terror as he tried his best not to look down. Zevran looked back to Rinna. "How much farther then?"

She took a few more sidesteps and craned her neck. "Not far!" She said, motioning the boys forward. "We can jump down just up here."

She took another step and then leapt, disappearing down the side of the cliff.

Even Zevran felt his stomach drop to his feet watching her vanish. 

After what seemed like forever, Zevran heard her grunt as she landed, barely audible above the noise of the tides. "See?" She called. "Easy!"

Zevran glanced back at Taliesen. "Did you hear that, T? Easy."

"Shut the fuck up and move." Taliesen hissed, hands shaking as he tried to cling to the flat surface behind him. "I want off."

"As you wish," Zevran said and then shuffled ahead. It really wasn't very far and Rinna stood down below, hands on her hips, looking vindicated. He shouldn't have doubted her, she hadn't yet lead them astray. Zevran tensed his legs and jumped.

The fall was a bit farther than was comfortable, but he landed on solid rock, a huff forcing its way out of his lungs. Rinna leaned down and helped him up. They turned back to the ledge to look for Taliesen. 

"Tali, you can do it!" Rinna called up to him. "Just six more steps!"

After a moment, they could see the top of his head and then his eyes. Zevran smiled at him and raised his arms. "T, just keep looking at us!"

Taliesen held their gazes and scuttled forward. He closed his eyes and let out a breath and then finally jumped.

They rushed forward and caught him, holding him tightly in their arms until he stopped shaking. 

"Easy, just like you said." Taliesen said, his arms around their shoulders. 

The three of them laughed quietly, together.

[mythalsknickers]

Happy Friday! "I don't want to sleep without you." For Lucanis/Rook

Title: A Contract of Sleep Pairing: Rookanis Rating: T Warnings: Post Veilguard Word Count: 397 - @dadrunkwriting - Veilguard

It was over

They were both home in Treviso, but his capture in the fade and Lucanis' schedule as first talon meant neither of them were sleeping like they had wanted after everything was over. Even though they had promised each other. His steps were silent, though the blanket trailing with him was not as he made his way through the empty halls. He carried a small overnight bag packed with his and Lucanis' necessities. He was going to sleep in the arms of his husband tonight and tomorrow. In Luca's old apartment.

His fingers wrapped around the handle and as it was turned he head the tired groan. "Please tell--Teigue?" He offered his husband a tired smile, shuffling over to him. "I have a contract only the first talon can fulfill." he murmured leaning over to kiss him slowly. "The target is a bed located in an apartment across town. The contracts last for two days and two nights." He murmured against his skin. "Is that so?" His husband rumbled gently cupping his chin and claiming a kiss.

"Hm yes, I don't want to sleep without you anymore." He grabbed Lucanis' hand pulling him from a chair with a tug. "Are you taking the blanket with us mio amor?" His lips quirked into a smirk and Teigue leaned in pressing a soft kiss to them. "Yes mio vita." he hummed. Their hands intertwined as they left the Villa from the balcony.

The sun long set, and the stars glittered on the water as they made their way into town, strolling along the rooftops until they found the apartment. Lucanis dropped down onto balcony first before reaching up and pulling him down. "Charmer~" He pushed up on his toes giving his husband a kiss. Slipping into the apartment his shoulders relaxed and Teigue cast his blanket over on the bed. Reaching into his bag he pulled out a book. Shedding the clothes he laid on the bed, it did not take long for his talon to join him. He shifted so he was laying on Lucanis' chest a soft hum slipped through his lips as he started reading from the book for Luca, whose fingers combed through his hair. Slowly his breathing evened and Teigue closed the book curling against his husband, as his arms wrapped around him. Sleep creeping in as he closed his own eyes.

[spicywarl0ck]

Happy Friday! “Have I ever lied to you?” “Are you really asking me that?” for Neve and Rook. I feel like they both have some secrets.

Happy Friday! Thank you so much for the prompt, it ended a bit more fluffy but I hope that's okay still? @dadrunkwriting Veilguard Pairing: Neve Gallus/female Rook (Asha Mercar) Length: 597 Rating: T Spoilers for Veilguard <3 “So, about the new apartment, I might have found a place.”

“Didn’t we agree that I’ll handle that?” Neve looked up from her borrowed desk, her hands holding onto multiple parchments. There was a cease between her brows which always tended to build up whenever she tried to figure out her next case. 

“We did, but we can’t live in the former Shadowdragon’s hideout forever, so… I thought it would be nice to look at a nice apartment I found in Docktown. You’ll like it. I promise.” 

Neve looked at her as her brows arched slightly, her lower lip drawn in. 

“What’s the catch?”

“There is no catch, I promise. It’s a nice apartment in Docktown, no unruly neighbours, or not too unruly at least.” Asha’s ears twitched as she recalled what her contact told her. “Oh, and the cobbled Swan is not that far away, so we can always grab a drink or two when we’re out,” she added, but Neve’s face didn’t change as she watched her with scepticism. 

“Aww come on, have I ever lied to you?” There was a known twinkle in Asha’s dark brown eyes. Neve knew it too well.

“Are you really asking me that?” The female detective scoffed, but a smile danced around the corners of her lips, making her face appear a tad softer. “I can barely count, anymore,” she added with a chuckle.

“Fine, Elek told me about it. But the threads aren’t too bad, once you know them better right? He said he owes us anyway, and we’re always free to take a look and then be done with it if we don’t want it. I just…” Asha paused, calmly studying Neve’s face while searching for the right words.

“I feel like it’s the least I can do. For you… and for us.” She was used to wearing her heart on her tongue, which brought her trouble more often than she could count.

Yet, sometimes she felt at a loss for words when she looked at Neve, the person who meant the most to her and who she wanted to have a life to look forward to, instead of the suffering she lived through.

“You are doing more than enough.” Neve’s voice softened when she stood up, her hair falling loose over her shoulders, shifting with her steps as the metal of her prosthetic clanked over the floor.

Her hands were warm when she took Asha’s, her stare so intense, Asha was certain she looked right into her soul.

“What happened to Minrathous wasn’t your fault.” Her voice was quiet yet strong at the same time. “I know I blamed you for a long time, and I know I did because I felt sadness, anger and despair at the same time. Minrathous was our home, and I couldn’t comprehend why it needed to suffer. But the choice you had to make was an impossible one.” she paused as she leaned her head against Asha’s, the touch ever so soft.

“I’m sorry you had to carry that Burden, and I admire your strength. If it would have been me…”“You’d have chosen Minrathous,” Asha concluded, smiling sadly. “I’m sorry you lost your home. But I’ll do all I can to get you another one. A nice one.” Rook added with a chuckle. “I promise I won’t let you down again.” “Promises, promises. You’ll just bring more trouble into my life, trouble.” Neve’s hands held onto hers tighter as she pulled Asha forward, their lips almost touching. “But I’m ready for it,” she added, just before their lips met.

[wishforhome]

Happy Friday! Could I suggest “What do you mean they’re not there, I thought they were with you!?” for Band AU?

ahhh this worked so well for something i already had in mind to write and this was exactly what i needed to sit down and write it.

so this takes place after Vero and Lucanis have a big fight (sort of about Viago, sort of about Vero's refusal to let Lucanis say he loves them, sort of about a lot of other things). the fight culminates with Lucanis telling Vero to leave, effectively kicking them out of the loft where they live together.

for @dadrunkwriting - veilguard

rated t

Saturday, 24 Bloomingtime 9:50 [group chat between Lucanis, Rosa, Viago and Teia]

[11:04 AM] Lucanis: has anyone heard from vero [11:07 AM] Viago: Not this morning, no. I thought they were with you. [11:08 AM] Lucanis: they were [11:08 AM] Lucanis: they left [11:10 AM] Rosa: left? left where? [11:10 AM] Rosa: like LEFT left? [11:10 AM] Lucanis: i don’t know [11:15 AM] Lucanis: we got in a fight [11:15 AM] Lucanis: i keep texting but they won’t answer [11:16 AM] Lucanis: i think i fucked up

[11:20 AM] Viago: What time did this happen? [11:21 AM] Lucanis: like 3 am after the show [11:21 AM] Lucanis: vi can you try calling [11:25 AM] Viago: Me? Why me? [11:26 AM] Lucanis: you know why [11:32 AM] Viago: It’s just going straight to voicemail. [11:34 AM] Lucanis: fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck [11:36 AM] Rosa: i got voicemail too [11:37 AM] Rosa: what happened?? [11:40 AM] Lucanis: i don’t really want to talk bout it [11:41 AM] Lucanis: can you just [11:41 AM] Lucanis: tell me if you hear from them [11:41 AM] Lucanis: or if they show up [11:42 AM] Lucanis: or anything [11:44 AM] Viago: It might help if you told us what happened. [11:59 AM] Viago: Lucanis? [1:40 PM] Teia: i just landed in val royeaux. what’s going on? vero’s missing? [1:45 PM] Rosa: maybe?? [1:47 PM] Lucanis: yes [1:47 PM] Lucanis: i really really really fucked up [1:48 PM] Lucanis: we got in a fight [1:48 PM] Lucanis: it was really bad [1:48 PM] Lucanis: and then they left [1:49 PM] Viago: I’m sure they just need some time to cool off. [1:50 PM] Teia: vi’s right, maybe they just need some space [1:51 PM] Lucanis: maybe [1:51 PM] Lucanis: but i really fucked up [1:53 PM] Viago: You keep saying that. What do you mean you “fucked up”? [1:54 PM] Lucanis: i really don’t want to talk about it [1:55 PM] Lucanis: i’m going to go look for them [2:01 PM] Rosa: want company? [2:02 PM] Lucanis: yes [2:02 PM] Lucanis: please [2:05 PM] Rosa: on my way. i’ll meet you at the loft [2:06 PM] Lucanis: thank you [2:10 PM] Teia: keep us posted, let us know if you find them [2:11 PM] Rosa: of course

[teine-mallaichte]

happy friday! "i was born to be a problem" sounds like fun for adrian!

ok not sure this even counts as a prompt fill 😂 but screw it. Have the chaos that is Adrian Hawke in first person. @dadrunkwriting

I was born to be a problem.

That’s not self-pity. Or bravado. It’s not some poetic little dagger I keep tucked behind the ribs of my ego. It’s just fact.

Some people are born to inherit land. Others to bear the banner, hold the line, lead the charge.

Me? I was born to step where I wasn’t supposed to. Say the thing no one wanted said. Do the thing everyone swore we shouldn’t—and then stand there grinning while they scrambled to clean up or pretend it hadn’t needed doing in the first place.

I’m the kind of problem that laughs too loud. Tells a joke sharp enough to cut, then chuckles at the blood. I make things messy. Complicated. Loud.

And worse—I survive it. I thrive in it.

And here’s the thing: Kirkwall needed a problem.

Not a hero. Not a martyr. Not some polished messiah with the right sword and a conveniently spotless conscience.

It needed someone willing to break things open and not apologise for the noise.

So here I am. Still standing. Still smiling. Still the problem they couldn’t solve. Still the problem they pretend to hate.

—And still the one they keep calling for help, anyway.

[ar-lath-ma-cully]

Hi happy Friday!!!! Can I please see Cullen/OC + “The smell of ozone during a storm” from the sensory prompts? ✨

It's been forever! Thank you so much for this prompt Rowan <3 It hurts so good. @dadrunkwriting Pairing: Cullen/Amaryllis (OC) Rating: T WC: 386 ---

She’s soaked when he finds her: on her knees in the pouring rain. Her eyes are closed, her pale face turned to the weeping skies. There’s blood in the water that streams down her neck, staining the collars of her robes. Her staff lies broken beside her. The piece of her father’s blanket is gone.

Cullen doesn’t stop until he’s taken to his knee at her side. From here, he can smell it. Ozone. He can taste it in the air around her, feel it spilling from the scorched earth beneath them.

“Amaryllis.” He isn’t sure what to say. There is nothing that could comfort her, now. 

He can see the way her skin has split along her chin and up, across her cheek. Her left eye is swollen and black. 

He reaches for the elfroot potion at his side and her hand grips his wrist: tight, but not enough to hurt. 

“Please.” Her voice is hoarse–a croaking whisper, barely heard over the downpour. She does not open her eyes. “I can’t.”

There is a fury rising within him. He can’t stop. “What happened?” Her other hand scrambles for purchase, and she tries to grip his chestplate, but her palm slides across its surface. Instead, she falls forward, her hand fisted in the soiled grass. Her other still grips his wrist.

At first, there’s nothing. She is still. Then, her shoulders begin to shake, and out of her mouth spills a harrowing cry. She lets go of him to pound her fists into the ground, once, and he realizes with horror that she has frozen the mud beneath her–her hands spill fresh blood upon the ice. 

“Fuck,” Amaryllis sobs. “Fuck. Fuck! FUCK!”

“Amaryllis.” He pulls her into him quickly, holding her tightly against him though the armor is uncomfortable for them both. With a shaking hand, he pushes the hair out of her eyes, and feels his own heart sink at what he finds. There is an unfathomable sorrow in her gaze. “What happened?” She doesn’t fight him. Amaryllis lets go. Falls against him. She seems to forget how to breathe for a moment, and then takes in a sharp, hitching gasp of air. 

“She’s gone. Ellana’s gone.”

Cullen’s own breath leaves him in a sudden punch.  He curls himself around her, and doesn’t let go.

[championofthefade]

happy DADWC friday, sending you “i‘m not gonna get much sleep tonight, am i?” for athell and anneliese

Happy Friday!! | @dadrunkwriting

Thank you for this prompt! It really came at a wonderful time and I knew I just had to write it tonight!

Words: 423

The fireplace crackled, a welcomed sound in the silence that had filled the room. 

Anneliese had joined Athell in her bed, laying together as Anneliese’s fingers carded through Athell’s hair. It would be hard to sleep with her so near, Athell knew that simply from the nights they spent in one another’s tents so long ago. 

“I am not getting much sleep tonight, am I?”

“No..” Anneliese shook her head, running her fingers through the loose strands once more. “Not really. Four years in the Fade, I think you have been sleeping long enough.”

“Alright.” Athell sat up with a soft chuckle, turning her head towards Anneliese as light strands filtered through the warrior queen’s fingers. “What is it that you’re dragging me into?”

Anneliese had paused for a moment, brushing some hair away from Athell’s eyes in thought. There was a flicker in those green eyes, something that Athell couldn’t pin down for the life of her. 

“Athell…” Anneliese’s hand found the back of Athell’s neck, firm and steady to hold her in place. “I don’t want to drag you into anything… I would prefer to hold your hand and walk with you for a change.”

Athell’s brows slightly furrowed, eyes blinking as she searched for answers in Anneliese’s gaze. 

“That’s not what I meant—”

It was sudden, Anneliese’s fingers tightening in Athell’s hair as she was silenced with the crashing of their lips.

All the breath in Athell’s lungs had been stolen, her eyes closing to keep the room from spinning. 

Athell made an attempt to pull away, shaking her head as she could barely think straight. “Anneliese…”

“Don’t.” The word came out soft, softer than anything that Athell had heard before, “Don’t run from me now…”

Athell blinked again, a sharp pain prickling its way to her heart. She had been so focused on her own feelings, on her own circumstances, that she hadn’t considered just how hard it must’ve been for anyone else… Especially for Anneliese.

“I won’t.” Athell promised, reaching out and cupping Anneliese’s cheek. “I wouldn’t dare run from you.”

Athell leaned in, kissing Anneliese back just to prove it. Soft, unbelievably so in comparison to the rest of her. 

This… It had been the feeling Athell had spent years wondering what it was like. To be the one Anneliese had loved, even for a stolen moment.

Athell was pulled closer, trying not to fall clumsily into Anneliese’s lap. 

It felt real, the war was finally over and she could finally live…

And truly be at peace.

[glowing-blue-feathermage]

Happy DADWC :) For Anders and the character of your choice "We're still friends, right?"

I have endless feelings about post chantry-boom fugitive times but also for Anders' friends realizing they should have done more for him. Here's some of that for Hawke & Anders. for @dadrunkwriting

Kirkwall was long behind them.  After several days, the smoke on the horizon had faded to white, and then blended into the distant clouds. After a week, the spine of a mountain chain stood between them and the city, and after a month, Anders could hardly remember what it had looked like at the end. Hawke didn’t say much. Anders hadn’t tried, really, to get him to talk, because he didn’t know what to say. He refused to apologize for what he’d done, and he had explained the lies, and there wasn’t anything else to talk about. And it didn’t feel like the right time for fond memories, or old tales, or plans for the future.  “You need to eat something.” Hawke’s voice broke through Anders’ shell, pulling him back into the moment. They were sitting across from one another, a small fire twinkling red and gold between them. A crackling log splitting apart with a hiss broke the short silence before Anders cleared his dry throat. “Not really hungry.” Hawke didn’t acknowledge it. Instead, he held a tin plate out for him, bearing steaming squirrel meat and half an apple that Hawke had apparently sliced while Anders was miles away. The expression in Hawke’s eyes made Anders feel like refusing would actually cause him pain.  He took the plate, balancing it on his knee. He felt Hawke watching him, so he picked at the meat and ate a bite. A cool breeze ruffled the feathers on his black coat—the beautiful gift Hawke had been so pleased to give him a year past. Anders felt tears prick his eyes and he glanced up at Hawke suddenly, mouth dry. “We’re still friends, right?” he asked. It came out raspy. A croak. He flushed and looked down, hoping maybe Hawke would let it go. There was, indeed, a silence. Then, “Of course we’re friends, Anders. Why would you need to ask me that?” Anders looked up again, squinting over the fire. “Because I lied to you. I blew up the city you love.” He’d meant to sound sarcastic, but it came out flat. Because it was true. Hawke held his gaze for a moment before returning to his meal. He ate for a moment before shaking his head. “You did what you had to do,” he said. “Took your friends too long to see it. It’s me who should be asking you that question.” His words were so unexpected that Anders didn’t understand his meaning. “What question?” Hawke looked at him again, raising an eyebrow. “We’re still friends, right?”

[cavka]

Hi!!! Happy Friday <3 For Lucanis & Roisin, "holding hands under the table" from the holding hands prompts maybe?

aww this is a sweet one. thanks for the prompt!! @dadrunkwriting - veilguard content warning!

Dinner is delicious. It always is when Lucanis cooks. There's something extra special about it tonight, though. Maybe it's the new spices that have shown up in the Lighthouse kitchen. Or maybe it's just the fact that Rook knows he made dessert special, for her.

She tries not to smile to widely or too much. Sure, she's an easy-going person and the good conversation around the table would have her laughing normally. But she feels almost giddy tonight. It's hard to keep it in.

She wants to, though. Wants to hold this little ember of a new... something with Lucanis close to her chest and keep it just between them (and Spite, of course) for a little while. It's taken them a while to get here even if they've known they were headed this way. It makes it feel all the more precious.

As the night goes on, she finds herself cursing the fact that the Lighthouse has actual chairs. If this were more like one of the dining halls in Weisshaupt with bench seating, she could have an excuse to drift a little closer to Lucanis. She could get near enough to feel the heat of him at her side, even if she kept herself from touching. With the chairs, all she can do is lean on the arm rest closest to him and pine for a moment alone.

At least, that's what she thinks until she feels the smallest of touches against her pinky finger, so brief she thinks she almost imagined it. Her hand's under the table, hidden from the sight of the rest of the team. And it's not like they have a table cloth so it had to have been deliberate.

The touch comes again. It stays this time, ghosting up and down her smallest finger. Careful not to react outwardly as she continues chatting with Bellara, Rook extends her pinky finger and loops it around Lucanis'. She gives it a little squeeze.

Warmth blossoms in her chest as his finger tightens its grip in turn. With his other hand, Lucanis takes a drink of his coffee and lets out a contented hum. Ostensibly because of the good roast. But Rook knows better. And she doesn't think she's ever felt so loved.

[megthemariner]

For the DADWC, from the 'budding romance' prompt list: "you're very distracting, you know," perhaps for Solas/Eliana?

This was so fun, omg. I didn’t think I’d really ever write DAI Eliana/Solas but this really sold me on it. They’re just so cute and happy here…. ;A; Thank you for the prompt!

For @dadrunkwriting

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Audience: General | Pairing: Solas/Eliana Lavellan | WC: ~650 | CW: none

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Eliana stirs the slowly bubbling stew, musing over the day’s events. They had spent most of it chasing down wild rams, eventually gathering enough to provide food for the refugees for the foreseeable future. It had been a struggle, with only Varric among them really suited to the task, but they managed.

All of this still felt like a bizarre dream - or nightmare, some days - to Eliana. She was regularly surrounded by more shems than she’d seen in her life, by their ‘chant’; isolated from even the non-Dalish elves by the mark on her hand. Her one comfort, so far, had been her talks with Solas. They speak about magic, spirits, the Fade and more, and it’s like she’s back home, listening to Deshanna. As her mind turns to Solas, her eyes do as well, leaving her careful watch of the stew to steal a glance at him. She’s surprised when they make eye contact, quickly looking back at the food. Still, Eliana can’t help but smile. Creators, I hope I’m not blushing.

After a moment, she finds her eyes wandering his direction again, almost as if she can’t help it. He’s leaning against a nearby tree, his sketchbook resting against his legs, and she watches as he adds a few quick, light strokes to the page. Solas’ movements are so gentle, so precise, and she can’t help but wonder if he’s always been an artist, in some way.

Eliana looks back at the fire, adding a little heat when she can be sure the Seeker isn’t watching. The other woman had seemed surprised the first time Eliana suggested using magic to cook. They’ve been making non-magical fires each night since then, but if she doesn’t do something they’re not going to have any cooked food to eat tonight. Thankfully, the Seeker is distracted, pouring over a map of the area in order to decide what to do next. She gives the stew a good stir, then lets it sit and continue cooking, pulling her long braids into her lap. Eliana runs her hands over them, checking for stuck twigs or leaves, but looks up suddenly when she feels eyes on her. She bites back a smile when she finds herself making eye contact with Solas yet again, trying not to laugh, or blush, but ultimately failing at both.

“You’re very distracting, you know,” she says, turning back towards the pot. She smirks at him from over her shoulder. “If this burns, I’m telling Varric it’s your fault.”

He closes his sketchbook, tucking it under his arm as he slowly rises to his feet. Eliana looks away for a moment, tossing her braids over her shoulder - away from the heat of the fire - and is surprised when he speaks from behind her.

“Perhaps I’ll tell the Seeker it burned because you used magic to heat it.” Solas’ voice is low, quiet enough that only she’ll hear it, and has a playful edge to it that delights her.

She whips around to face him. “You wouldn’t!” Her voice is barely louder than a whisper, and she’s fighting to hold back the grin that threatens to overtake her face. She checks to make sure neither of their other companions have heard them, feeling like a little kid again, whispering conspiringly with her brothers behind the aravels over some prank they had planned. Solas remains impassive, although the barely noticeable glint in his eye betrays his amusement.

“Then I’ll tell Varric you’ve never heard a single story about the Champion of Kirkwall.” She crosses her arms, playing at seriousness, despite the wide grin on her face and the slowly creeping blush on her ears.

“Hmmm..” Solas’ hands disappear behind his back, undoubtedly interlocked behind him as he pretends to think. After a moment, he makes eye contact with her again, his blue-grey eyes piercing her own. There is a rare smile on his face. “It appears we’re evenly matched. Also, I believe the stew is burning.”

[asexualtabris]

Happy DADWC!

For Zevran/Rinna/Taliesen:

[ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 ] : sender drapes a coat / cape / etc. around receiver's shoulders.

HIIII! So, I went angst with this 🫣 I hope you don't mind. THANK YOU for the prompt I had fun~ 💜

for @dadrunkwriting | divider credit

G | 289 words | CWs: murder mention

It was raining in Antiva City. Zevran sat forlornly on the edge of the balcony, watching the waters of Rialto Bay thrash in chaos.

He heard the door to into the apartment open behind him. He didn't want to think about how empty it felt now that it was just the two of them.

Taliesen sighed and draped a cloak over Zevran's shoulders before sitting down next to him, another cloak over his own body. They sat quietly together for a while, the only sound was the pouring rain.

"It'll be okay, you know," Taliesen finally said, voice barely more than a whisper. "So you can stop moping any time now."

Zevran blinked and looked down at his hands, starting to prune from being out in the rain so long. He didn't speak.

Taliesen huffed. "You've never been this broken up about anyone else before."

"She was our third, Tali," Zevran hissed, using her pet name for him in an attempt to melt his frozen heart. "She didn't have to die."

"She did for the Grandmaster to get his place as Talon," Taliesen retorted.

"Fuck the Grandmaster!" Zevran spat back. He leapt to his feet, pointing a hand in Taliesen's face. "You, yourself, always told me it would be the three of us leading a house. Together." He shook his head and looked down at Taliesen with disgust. "And you still slit her throat."

Taliesen glared back up at him. "I can tell Eoman you're questioning his order." He growled out.

Though he didn't let it show on his face, a thrill of panic seared its way down Zevran's spine. He snapped the cloak to his side and walked away. He couldn't help but feel like something between them had torn completely.

"Nevermind."

[mythalsknickers]

hello hello, happy friday! i am such a sucker for lavellan/solas/felassan tbh, so maybe those three with the romance dialogue prompt: “You really like them, don’t you?” -broodwolf221

Title: A Heady Blend of Desire Pairing: Solas x Felassan x Lavellan Rating: Mature Warning: Veilguard Spoilers Word Count: 471 @dadrunkwriting Veilguard Warning

Wine flowed like the water of the first streams. Firstborn and younger danced in the glittering courtyard under the finest stars. His long dark hair pulled into a neat plait as he made his way to his lover watching him watch someone.

"Well" He shouldered into the wolf with a grin as the taller man glanced at him. "Who is it that trapped Solas, general of Mythal and Wisdom of the Protector?" he mused sipping from his wine glass. Solas' pupils were wide, he had indulged and was still soaking in the magic of the ball. He watched as his lover grabbed a frilly little cake breaking it into two halves. The first half sandwiched between long fingers and offered to him. His lips split into a grin as he took the half off the cake and Solas' fingers into his mouth licking them clean.

"Fel--" The tips of his ears turned scarlet as those pupils darkened those pale silver eyes. "Vhenan.." He groaned softly "Do you want to know or do you wish me to take you home?" He offered Solas a huff but pulled away, pressing a kiss to his cheek before washing down the tiny cake half with more wine.

"Here I thought I'd add to the heady blend of the evening but very well for the sake of my curiosity I will behave." He feigned a pout leaning against the taller elvhen. Fingers and cupped his chin turning his head to where a group of priestesses from Mythal's complex danced. "Which one?" He grumbled slightly impatiently.

"Look for the reflection of her spirit, opalescent and towards the center." Felassan followed the directions, a dress spun from the finest silk dyed to mirror the stars above clung to the petite priestess' curves, long fiery hair trailed down her back like a cape. As she spun and laughed the song echoed strains of hope. Mythal's senior priestess, daughter of the moons. Looking up at his Vhenan he could see the blush, and the puppy like look on his face. Reaching up he adjusted the wolf skull that held his hair back.

"You really do like her don't you..I can't blame you." He squeezed Solas' hand with chuckle. "I did not think Mythal capable of fostering Hope as vivid as that, regardless go ask her to dance." He made a gentle shooing motion.

"Felassan, I do--" He leveled a gaze at his friend and lover. "Solas, Vhenan if you do not go ask her to dance, I will and if something comes of the evening. You will be tied up and get to watch for the next hundred years." He grinned watching the reluctant elvhen sulk off to approach the priestesses. Wisdom, Purpose, and Hope it could be a fine triad for the ages he mused sipping his wine.

[spicywarl0ck]

happy fridayy! could i have some neve/rook with “I’m right here.”? i finished the game today and i have all the cravings lmao

Happy Friday, thank you for the prompt, I loved it <3 I hope you had fun with the game! @dadrunkwriting A warning before you read this: This contains spoilers for the end of act 1 of Dragon Age Veilguard <3 Read at your own risk. Pairing: Neve Gallus/female Rook (Asha Mercar) Rating: T Length: 825

The city lay in ashes while its citizens tried to scramble everything together that might have been once their own under the watchful gaze of Venatori guards.

What once had been a bright and lively city became a mere husk of itself. Many lost their homes and their loved ones in the Dragon’s path of destruction. And some had lost worse than that.

It wasn’t right.

Anger and guilt coursed through Asha when she walked through the rooms that had once been the Shadow Dragon’s hideout. Every book was torn from the shelves, every parchment trampled upon while there was no sign from her former associates.

But the worst of all was to witness the hurt and disappointment on Neve’s face.

The Detective had always been guarded for as long as Asha knew her. Getting to know her had proven to be difficult, no matter how close they worked with each other during their time with the Shadow Dragons.

And even after being recruited by Varric, Neve had always tried to keep her distance emotionally.

But even beyond all of that, Asha had grown to both respect Neve and to enjoy her company. She had seen the softness slipping through Neve’s mask ever so often. She had seen the warm glint in those dark brown eyes and the softness of Neve’s smile.

It was all gone now as they walked through the devastation and misery that got a hold of Docktown.

The Venatori made sure to destroy what the Dragon couldn’t when they claimed the power of Minrathous. Something, she and the Shadow Dragons always tried to prevent. The people in Minrathous, Docktown mostly didn’t deserve to live like this.

But now they did and it was her fault.

Asha couldn’t hold the citizen’s gazes when they passed them, a deep feeling of guilt and anger coursing through her veins as they walked the once so-lively streets. While Misery had always been a part of Docktown in the past, it had been far from this.

She couldn’t bear the guilt feeling heavy on her shoulders.

“They destroyed everything.” Neve’s voice was calm, but Asha heard the bitterness in it.

“I’m so sorry, Neve.” Her words were empty, Asha was aware of that. There was nothing she could have said that would make this right. The apology was hollow, and she didn’t even buy it herself.

“Are you?” The Detective turned, her eyes sharper than usual as she tried to hide her inner turmoil from sight, but she couldn’t hide the hurt and the anger in her eyes as Asha flinched.

“I’m sorry.” Neve followed up right away as they both paused their steps at the docks, the sound of the water oddly calm despite the graveness of the situation.

“That was uncalled for,” she added, her face directed towards the water.

“No. I get it.” Asha was bad when it came to hiding her emotions. She couldn’t keep the edge of her voice, nor the hurt accompanying it. Neve’s anger might have hurt, but it was better to deal with than being coddled.

She had made the choice that destroyed what they both loved and Asha feared that her choice destroyed whatever it was between them too.

“I made the call to help Treviso and doomed Minrathous with it. I arrogantly thought that Minrathous could handle itself. That the Archon’s Palace and its guards would be enough… That our people would be enough, or I could save them both.” Asha took a deep breath, her hands pressed into her hips as her mind searched for the right words.

“It was me who destroyed our home town, and I’d understand if you’d hate me for it. But if it’s worth something… I’m right here and I’m going nowhere.”

She could see the hint of a smile on Neve’s face for a moment, or maybe she imagined it, she wasn’t sure.

“You’re not to blame.” Neve took a calm breath as she turned around to face her. “It was an impossible call, and I know you did what you thought was right at the time. Am I disappointed? Certainly. And I…” she paused. “I need time. Please, grant me that.”

“Of course. Take all the time you need. And this mess… we’ll figure it out. I’m here whenever you need me, Neve.”

“Thank you.” There she was for a second, the soft Neve Gallus that looked so beautiful in the sunlight illuminating her. The Neve Gallus, she only got to see in private moments and ever so rarely.

The Neve Gallus she had fallen for just as much as the protector of Docktown Neve.

“I’ll stay here for a while. Help the people and get things sorted out before I am ready. You go on with what you need to do and I’ll… come back whenever I’m ready.”