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seynne · 3 months ago

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Hello!!

I'm Seynne, aspiring author, writer, pro ghostwriter, confirmed literary translator (FROM ENGLISH TO FRENCH. NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND), and amateur artist...

And very much a huge fangirl about literally anything that currently I'm obsessing about. And I do use the term of fangirl because that's what was in use when I was younger, I'm 35+, let me express myself with my words ^^'

I have written about a LOT of universes in the past, but I have the syndrom of "I hate what I wrote before" so I'm putting it here only the most recent things I've written - as a fan. I'm intending to create an online portfolio with my real names and some writing of mine, though, and Idk yet if I'll link it to my internet nickname.

I have a ko-fi link if you want to support me, or buy a writing commission (about 2 weeks, you can order either a story of less than 1000 words, or less than 5000, I will do nsfw only between two consenting adults, as for gore, the same : only adults.) See more : here

If you want to read what I've done on Internet so far :

Date Everything

Un chat trempé (Keith/reader + David Most/Franklin/Reader + Jacques/Reader + Dorian/Keith/reader + MANY. MANY OTHERS.)

For now only in French, only first chapter, will translate everything once it's complete

Intimate meeting between a door and a key (Dorian/Keith also a bit Dorian/Keith/reader, extract from the story above), english

Baldur's Gate 3

Fell into a hole straight into your heart (request by Denim Lich) : Astarion x Tav

Soothe a burning star (request by Denim Lich): Astarion x Tav

Sing for me, twisted nightingale (gift fic to my friend Blackjacq. LOTS OF TRIGGER WARNINGS, SPICY.) : The Dark Urge x Enver Gortash

Tale of an Astral Sailor: a Tale of Balduran : sleep story from the Emperor's POV

Fun on the throne (spicy, bad end of the game, Emperor x reader)

A serie of coincidences and untold meetings: Tav x Rugan, fic-isation of the datamined dialogs for meeting with Rugan in Act 3

The "Turn Left, Emperor" serie, basically the verse of my Tav and all the modifications that goes along, things can be read in any order

Eyes like honey and whiskey : Marcus Falgor x and & half-OC (not even named character in game)

Dragon Age : Veilguard

Farewell : just a musing, Rook & Varric

Shroud's Kiss : a poem, Emmrich x Rook

Final Fantasy VII

Accidental Necromancer (Reeve Tuesti & OC)

Divinity: Original Sin

A sweet memory for your forever (Jahan x Scarlett, Divinity: Original Sin 1, spicy)

His heart is not exactly a stone (Jahan Vs Adramalikh, Divinity Original Sin 2)

Huit baisers (Jahan x Scarlett, Divinity Original Sin 1 and 2, lots of fluff)

I'll do some drawings or short stories for the other universes I've written for before, too ! Those include :

World of Warcraft (... a very unhealthy ship, lemme tell ya. I shipped Lord Vincent Godfrey, who is an absolutely HORRIBLE person but a wonderfully delight of a character, with a mage human who ended up a worgen and they did the worse sadomachistic tango I've written, at least at some point she wrecked him)

Dragon Ball Xenoverse 1 & 2 (roleplayed like this too as the Half-Brench Half-Human Poharu, and the fault lies within the games of Xenoverse because Cell sounded VERY MUCH flirtarious with the player - honestly by DLC6 it was no longer a subtext it was clear)

Samurai/Dynasty/Orochi Warriors (the later is where my username comes from, I used to have the handle "not-yet-a-dragon") also Hisahide was H.O.T

And a little bit of Elder Scrolls Online (look. unhealthy ship too. But that Molag Bal got his ass handed to him by the Vestige, who accidentally ended up his champion, it's unfortunately the very kind of things that makes me ship two characters in hate-ship)

Drawings

#writing commissions #seynne writings #seynne drawings

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writingfromkitchenator · 4 years ago

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Varric ~ I’m Still Here

1,300 Followers Challenge!

Round 2

Masterlist

Requested by @aw--heck

Words: 1,298

Warnings: Neutral Mage Reader, fluff, mentions of Templars, protective Varric

“Is it really a good idea to be wondering around without Hawke, Y/N?”

You smiled back at Varric, leading the way through Lowtown. “What’s the matter? Don’t you trust me?”

Varric chuckled lightly. “Of course I do, but the way things are going, I’d feel much more comfortable with Hawke or even Blondie around.”

“I’m more than capable of handling myself Varric,” You said, continuing to lead the way. “And besides, I have my trusty dwarf by my side. What more could I ask for?”

“Rivaini? Daisy? Broody? I can see why you wouldn’t want Aveline, especially if we’re up to something bad, but even Choir Boy would do.”

“Varric, I asked you, and in all the years I’ve known you, have I ever given you reason not to follow after me?” You laughed.

“You almost sound like Hawke,” Varric chuckled with you. “And for both of you I can sadly answer chronologically and from least worse to most worst.”

“I'm sure I should be surprised that you remember them all, but I'm not.”

He snorts. “I'm surprised you're not questioning who has a higher score.”

“You have a point system going between Hawke and I?” You asked, genuinely surprised.

“Absolutely,” Varric said, rather seriously. “You both seem to be magnets for shit things happening. Hawke's in the lead by the way, but not by much.”

You laughed. “I guess I'll just have to try harder, although, I can't say I'm surprised.”

Varric smiled after you, shaking his head, resigning himself to whatever it was you were leading him to. He always agreed without question, especially for you, and he was starting to wonder if he should start keeping a score card for himself.

Lowtown soon turned to Darktown and Varric found himself getting more uncomfortable with every step, the hairs raising on the back his neck. “Are you sure you know where you're going Y/N?”

“Yep.”

“And even though we're walking through some of the worst parts of Kirkwall, you're still not going to tell me?”

“Nope.”

Varric grumbles under his breath for a moment. “Should start calling you Secrets.”

You cast him a grin. “Did I ever tell you about the time I hid the Knight-Commander’s wine? No one ever knew I did it, and, as far as I know, no one ever found it either.”

“I can't imagine Meredith liked that.” Varric watched after you, watched how comfortable you were, and couldn't quite believe that there were things he still didn't know.

“You should've seen the fit she threw,” You chuckled, turning off into a hallway. “She lectured all the recruits for hours. I thought Cullen was going to feint from boredom. I think he was the only one to suspect me.”

“He does that to most mages,” Varric eyed the next hallway as you stopped for a moment. “Y/N, what are we doing out here exactly?”

“Come on, not much further.” You said and started to walk.

Varric doesn't follow, eyeing the space suspiciously. It was far too quiet for his liking.

“I know a death hallway when I see one.” Varric said slowly. “And this is reeking of it.”

“I'm sure a few people have been caught down here,” You said lightly, unfazed by the fact he hadn't moved. “But I think I got all the traps when I came through last time, so it should be fine.”

“It should be-Y/N, stop!” Varric jogged over to you as you paused, an eyebrow raised. “Honestly, I don't know about getting me killed, you're going to get yourself killed.”

“I don't know,” You said, now following after him as he slowly led the way forward. “I've usually got you around to keep me alive. Seems to have worked so far.”

He shoots you a look back, but let's the comment slide, wanting to focus on the path ahead.

It was a slow trip, but Varric felt himself relaxing again with each step, his pace easing. The minutes ticked by before a familiar smell reached his nose.

“Is that the sea?” He asked, frowning a little.

You smiled and hurried past him, quickly stepping out a semi hidden side panel. Varric waits a moment, still a little unsure, before he follows.

A soft glow emanated from your hand as you stood and waited in the middle of the small clearing, completely encircled by wild, overgrown trees and bushes. The sound and smell of the sea washed over the area, but was currently no where to be seen. If you weren't paying attention, even the way in and out was well hidden, and Varric could imagine it being very easy to get stuck out here.

His gaze then wandered to your feet, a small picnic set up, making him chuckle and finally fully relax.

“You couldn't just tell me about this?” He asked as he stepped in closer. “All these dramatics is definitely putting you in the lead.”

You chuckled and sat, lightly a lantern that you had and a couple of candles. “Where's the fun in just telling you? Besides, it wouldn't be much of a surprise if I just told you.”

Varric shakes his head, smiling and sitting next to you. “You are something else Y/N.”

“Awww, is Secrets not sticking?”

He laughed and took the glass of wine you offered him. “No, I'm sure I can come up with something better than that.”

The quiet was nice, the sound of the sea soothing, and even as you ate and shared a couple of stories, it wasn't disturbing the soft glow surrounding just the two of you out here alone.

After a while, Varric found himself looking at you, watching you sitting there with your eyes closed, breathing deeply, temporarily free of the weight that normally sat on your shoulders.

“Did I forget something Y/N?”

“Hmmm?”

“Did I forget something?” Varric asked quietly. “You wouldn't do all this for no reason, especially at such a great risk.”

You smiled as you looked at him, one that he realised had a note to sobriety to it. “Well, not really, things have been just rather chaotic for a while. I wanted to give us a chance to get away from that.”

Varric knew you better though, so he thought back to all the things that you'd been through together, and one memory stood out.

“This is the night we first met, wasn't it?” He asked softly. “When the Templars were hunting you through Lowtown.”

A soft look and nod were his answer, your eyes distant. “A lot has changed since then.”

“It has,” His hand rests on top of yours, earning your gaze as he smiles. “But I'm still here, as I promised.”

You returned his smile. “Thank you Varric. I guess that's what all this is really for. Thank you.”

“You don't have to thank me,” Varric gives your hand a gentle squeeze. “But you're welcome all the same.”

Sighing softly, you rest your forehead against his, the two you sitting like that for a long moment, your eyes closed.

“Will you watch the stars with me?” You whispered.

“I'm not going anywhere.”

The two of you laid down on the blanket, fingers entwined, staring at the scattering of stars above, happily twinkling above you.

“Y/N, how did you find this place?”

“I had a run in with a few Templars a couple of weeks ago. They chased me into Darktown and I took a wrong turn, wound up out here. It worked, but it took me several hours to find my way back.”

Varric mulls this over for a long moment before he finally sighs and chuckles. “Yeah, you're way ahead of Hawke now.”

You smiled and gave his hand a squeeze. “We'll have to let them know tomorrow.”

#1300 followers challenge #round 2 #dragon age #dragon age 2 #Varric Tethras #varric #varric tethras x neutral reader #varric tethras x mage reader #varric tethras x reader #varric x neutral reader #varric x mage reader #varric x reader

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writing-da · 6 years ago

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Birds of a Feather (Carver Hawke x Reader) Part 1

A/n: Hey guys! This is the first time I’m posting a fic for Dragon Age. I have a huge soft spot for Carver Hawke, and since incest is a no-no, I decided to start a Reader-insert series. I’ve been writing reader-inserts for five years, so here’s a way for me to stay in my comfort zone and to be in my element! - Mod Ren

Word Count: 1,932

Summary: For your whole life, weapons and combat were all you knew. Crafting weapons became the family business, and it was quite a successful one. You and your older brother, Edyn, took the mantle and got to the top of the weapons trade in Kirkwall. You were taught that business and family were your priorities, and that was all you needed to worry about. Then came along Carver Hawke. He was brash, rude, and seemed to get on every last nerve you didn’t even know you had. But maybe the two of you had more in common than you realized.

You careened around the corner, trying to lose the small group of unhappy men behind you. They recognized you from the various weapons deals you organized specifically theirs. From the looks of it, they weren’t satisfied, and they were not going let it settle it verbally. Starting a fight in broad daylight was comical; you decided to run instead.

So, like you almost never did, you went into the Hanged Man to hide.

You burst through the doors, capturing the attention of most of the patrons, and you went straight to Varric’s room, or whatever he liked to call it. You knew him quite well; you met him after royally pissing Batrand off. Since then, a solid friendship formed.

You were moving so fast, your shoulder clipped the door frame and you tripped over one of Varric’s many books. A loud THUD resonated around the room, and you wouldn’t be surprised if the majority of the tavern heard it.

Varric stared at you as you pulled yourself back to your feet with a grunt. “Nice of you to drop in, (L/n),” he chuckled. “It’s been a while. What brings you to my humble abode?”

“Oh, you know,” you promptly noticed a woman and a man standing next to him; you assumed the two of them were related, but otherwise, you didn’t recognize them at all. “the usual.” You grabbed the edge of the table and pulled yourself up from the grungy floor.

“You never come here, so there isn’t a usual that I know of.”

You paused, and then nodded. “Ah, right. There were some people who aren’t very happy about their order they made a while back. I reckon they want a refund, be it by getting their money back or by causing physical harm in my direction.”

“I don’t know why I expected it be a normal friendly visit...” Varric sighed dramatically.

You just rolled your eyes and sat in a chair next to him. Might as well stay and chat for a while.

He re-situated himself and gestured to the two strangers. “This is Hawke and her brother, Carver. I’m sure you’ve heard of them.” Varric was eager to introduce them to you, or was it the other way around?

You frowned, trying to recall the names, but nothing came to mind. “Can’t say I have,” By all three of their expressions, they must’ve found it surprising. “am I supposed to know?”

“At least one person doesn’t know who you are.” Carver grumbled to Hawke.

“I don’t really make it a point to know everyone Kirkwall. There are only so many things worth putting my time into.”

“Like doing back-alley deals?” Carver snapped again.

He was already getting your nerves. “Like working for a seedy man who runs a mercenary gang?” You narrowed your eyes. How dare he call your job “back-alley deals.”

“So you do know who we are?” Hawke added; she wasn’t nearly as hostile as her brother.

You shook your head. “I recognize the armor; it’s weak. He doesn’t know what decent and nice-looking armor is. I bet your blades are shit, too.”

Tension was slowly rising, but Varric was adjusted with your behavior and personality, and knew just how to deal with it. “Her brother is the best weapons dealer and rogue Kirkwall has ever seen. Does his business selectively; if you piss him off, and you won’t be a customer.”

You gave the dwarf a death glare. “And I work with him! Don’t give Edyn all the credit; most of the time, I’m the one doing the real work!” You had a sibling rivalry issue yourself. Edyn was the oldest, strongest, and a man. Of course, he was more noticeable than you. However, you were the one who made the connections, got information, and secured the deals. Edyn always ended up stealing your thunder.

Varric held his hands up in surrender. “My bad, (L/n), didn’t know I would hurt your feelings.” He teased, but you just grumbled.

Hawke glanced at Carver, and you wondered if their relationship held any similarities to yours. Maybe you and Carver had more in common than you realized?

You threw your legs up on the table and got comfortable. “Since we’re on the subject, you’re our favorite customer Varric. Just finished some new arrows, and I did some work on them to fit Bianca. Sharpest arrows I’ve ever made.”

You and Varric launched into a deal as if Hawke and Carver weren’t even there. And you liked it that way; you didn’t know them, they didn’t know you. While you wanted to be acknowledged for you exceptional work, the less people who knew your name, the better.

Hawke and Carver had long since sat down, and eventually joined the conversation. You and Carver occasionally snapped at each other, but that irritation was quickly ushered away each time.

You heard heavy footsteps coming down the hall and you muttered, “Lovely...” Immediately after, Edyn appeared in the doorway with a scowl on his face. He looked very angry.

“Edyn! Come on in; stay a while!” Varric said with a hint of sarcasm. Edyn wasn’t exactly his favorite person.

“Varric,” Edyn’s voice was cold and deep. He looked down at you and his tone became sharper, “(Y/n).”

“Brother,” You said in a sickeningly sweet voice, with a smile to match. “nice of you to join me! Meet my new friends!”

“I’m not your friend.” Carver sneered.

“Shut it, Carter!”

“It’s Carver!”

Hawke pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. This was either going to end decently, or it was going to end in disaster. The latter seemed more likely.

Edyn introduced himself in a few syllables, but he took more time with Hawke. Smooth, and confident.

He told her, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Hawke.” He grabbed her hand and gently kissed the back of it, and she promptly pulled her hand away as politely as she could.

You scoffed openly. “You sure your wife is going to like knowing you greet other women that way?” You looked at Hawke. “You’re lucky; I can’t remember the last time he showed manners like those.”

“I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen any man with manners like those.” Hawke replied, and you grinned a little. You liked her more than you thought you would.

Edyn was not amused, “She wouldn’t believe you even if you told her,” his wife didn’t like you in the slightest.

“Of course she wouldn’t. I don’t know why you married her; the bitch that hates your sister and tried to kick her out of the house.” It was true; she did everything in her power to throw you out, but Edyn at least cared enough to keep you.

Edyn didn’t even try to deal with you as you insulted his wife. “Let’s get going; we have a buy in Hightown at midnight and we still have to get everything together.”

Like always, the only days he could spend time with you, were wasted with deals and purchases and trade-offs and what not. You missed the days when you actually had a brother, not a business partner. That was one of the few things that could make you shed a tear.

Growing up, you were taught that crying was a weakness. You weren’t supposed to get attached to anyone but family. Edyn didn’t seem to care about your well-being anymore, and it left you bitter and cold towards him. What’s the use in trying if he didn’t love his sister, his only living family, anymore?

“What a shocker. You’re never here to simply see me, your sister, only to get me because there’s a job.” You sighed. Edyn opened his mouth to say something, but you didn’t want to hear it. “Oh no, no need to apologize. Not that you would. Anyway, let’s get going to do the job you always take the credit for! What fun!”

Varric didn’t know if he should laugh at your thick sarcasm or stay silent as you walked out the door. Edyn had a death grip on the back of your chair and a scary expression on his face; he didn’t want to deal with any of your shit.

Upon seeing Edyn’s reaction, Varric courageously came to your defense. “She’s right, you know,” his input earned him a threatening look from the man two times his size. “(Y/n) does just as much work as you do in your family business, if not more. And Maker forbid you actually act like her brother.” It seemed like your friendship with Varric was stronger than either of you thought.

“I didn’t come her for a lecture, dwarf. Keep to yourself, will you?” Edyn snarled and he went after you.

Hawke stood there awkwardly after Edyn left. She didn’t know what to say. You seemed nice enough, Varric trusted you. And you clearly knew what you were doing, instead of being an immature rookie who bragged and over exaggerated.

She’d be a good ally; She’s sure of it.

“Quite the pair, those two,” Carver said. “they’re-”

Varric stopped him in his tracks, “I can tell that you and (Y/n) aren’t going to get along, but you really do need to be careful with your words. If we can get her and Edyn to supply us for the Deep Roads, we’d almost be untouchable,” He was completely serious. “I’m already getting the high-quality stuff. For me, at least. No doubt about it. Get on her bad side entirely, or both of them, you’ll be left with a dull sword and armor weak enough to be every-day clothes.”

“Isn’t he already on her bad side?” Hawke asked. She was amused by it. “Looks like you’ll be Darkspawn bait, Carver.”

“She’s very tolerant, believe it or not. You’ll definitely be able tell if she outright hates you.” Varric informed them.

Not only were you a close friend, but a very valuable person to have on his side. You were close enough for him to know your backstory, how you got to Kirkwall, where you lived, what makes you happy/angry/upset, things like that.

Varric himself had yet to make you angry. He once saw you get angry at a dishonest customer, but he had no idea how truly angry you could get. No one did.

“Two questions,” Hawke inquired, “first one, how do we stay in her good graces?”

“Simple. Don’t lie to her face and try not to be an asshole,” Varric yawned. “not hard at all. Next question.”

Carver knew the next one. “Where do we find her?” He assumed that you were going to be a hard person to find.

Varric grinned. “You don’t find her, she finds you. Usually. I know where she stays, but I found that out by accident and I’m not telling a soul.”

“Can I get a hint?” Hawke joked, “Just give me a general area. I won’t send a search party, I promise!”

“The only hint I’ll give, is that she’s in Kirkwall.”

Hawke rolled her eyes. “Thank you, Varric, that really narrows it down... Do you know if she and her brother sell staves?”

The dwarf shook his head. “No, I believe they only have staff blades. They’re not big fans of mages, so keep that in mind.”

“Why?”

“I don’t think she would care if I said anything, but I’m going to play it safe and keep my mouth shut. Sorry, Hawke.”

Hawke nodded, accepting the answer she was given. Granted, she wanted to know, but respecting your privacy was something she was willing to do.

#ren writes #Carver Hawke #carver hawke x reader #carver hawke x f!reader #Dragon Age #Dragon Age 2 #Hawke #Female Hawke #f!hawke #Custom!Hawke #mage!hawke #Varric Tethras

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bigfan-fanfic · 2 years ago

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Out of Shadow, Into Light (Male!Mage Reader x Carver Hawke)

Any chance we'd be able to get something for Carver Hawke with his (Mage!BF?) making it a point to acknowledge Carver as his own person? Maybe even (With his permission, of course) referring to Hawke as "Carver's Brother" whenever people call Carver "Hawke's Brother"

Carver has sometimes found his brother's shadow to be somewhat inescapable.

After damn Varric and that damn book, there wasn't a person in Thedas that doesn't know Hawke the Champion.

And yet even though his name is mentioned in the book a good number of times (he would never admit to Varric that he read it), nobody seems to consider Carver... well, worth as much.

He'd thought he was used to it.

But when it comes time for his boyfriend to meet the last surviving member of his family (other than Gamlen but fuck Gamlen), there's still that little worry that crops up.

Everybody calls him "Hawke's Brother."

Oh, you're the Champion's little brother, how exciting!

Hawke's brother are you? We couldn't afford the real thing?

He met his lover with the Grey Wardens. A mage, like his brother, but...

The Wardens don't give a fuck who his brother is. Because in a way, all the Wardens share a common blood. Darkspawn blood.

It's been strange. Warden Carver. People praise him for the things he does, and don't compare him to the Champion. Because it's like everyone else exists in a slightly different world. Like the Wardens are halfway in the Fade.

People learned not to call him Hawke. Somehow, his brother's taken that for himself. Carver can't even go by his last name.

But he never had to tell you that. You just called him Carver, and he loved you for it. You speak his name like an incantation, and he supplies the result. A kiss, a smile, a wink.

You pretend like you don't know who people are talking about if they say "Hawke," clarifying with "Carver's brother?"

It never fails to make him smile.

And yet... there's something he worries about. No one's ever seen him as worth anything once they've seen him next to his brother.

He couldn't bear it if your smiles passed on from him and looked to his brother instead.

But he trusts you more than he fears losing you, and takes you to meet his brother.

You're no fool. The way Carver kisses you, holds you like he's savoring his final moments - you know exactly what's up.

So it gives you time to plan out the perfect thing on the way up to Kirkwall.

"So, you're Carver's big brother, right?" you ask the Champion of Kirkwall when you meet him.

Carver and his brother have identical grins on their faces.

"That I am. Now tell me all about my brave brother's deeds - he never tells me anything in his letters."

And you delight for hours in making Carver squirm as you laud his accomplishments to his brother and friends, watching him slowly relax as they praise him.

Carver just knows you're the one. You've met his brother, and your eyes are all for him. He's in love all over again.

So you spend the night, just you, Carver, and Carver's brother, and talk until morning comes.

#dragon age #dragon age x reader #carver hawke x reader #carver hawke x male reader #dragon age x male reader #dragon age headcanons #headcanons

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sugarbooger513 · 5 years ago

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Secrets (Reader x Fenris)

For a first post, I should warn that this is going to get deep. It’s a headcanon I have for how Fenris was treated when Danarius owned him.

Warnings: Mentions of rape, mentions of abuse, mentions of death/suicide

Hawke leads the way to the Hanged Man. You wipe the sweat from your forehead as you step into the building. Varric pretty much drops Bianca onto the ground before plopping into the first seat he can get to. Being the good soul you are, you bend over to pick it up for him. He flashes that shit eating smile and takes his beloved crossbow.

“I don’t understand how so many bandits can fit in that small of a freaking cave.” Everyone laughs at Anders’ crumby observation. Still, he isn’t wrong. There’s no reason for thirty-ish bandits to all huddle in one place together!

You take a look around the tavern, suddenly aware of how empty it felt. Where is Fenris?

“Hawke,” you glance at the fearless leader, “I thought everyone was going to enjoy a drink today. Where is Fenris at?”

Before he can answer, Isabella chimes in.

“I went to his house earlier to get him, but he claimed he was too tired to deal with anyone today. I have no idea what’s going on with him, but he seemed more.. broody than usual.”

That worries you a bit. Yeah, Fenris tends to shove people away, but he at least hangs out when everyone is able. When you turn to go towards the door, Hawke grabs your shoulder.

“Y/N, where are you going?” “To get Fenris. Where does it look like? I need to at least make sure he isn’t drinking himself into a coma.”

No one argues anymore before you walk out. If there’s one thing they know, it’s that Fenris actually opens up a little to you. They don’t understand why, considering you believe in Mage’s rights.

The walk to his abandoned mansion is quiet. Aside from the occasional kid running up to you to say hi, nothing happens. However, when you walk into the front door, you already smell booze.

‘It seems he’s getting a little use out of that wine he found a while ago.’ The thought makes you chuckle, but there’s nothing funny about what you walk in and see in his room.

His usually alert, meadow colored eyes are glossed over. He sees you, but the goofy grin on his face makes you worry. He doesn’t ‘grin’. That isn’t Fenris. Still, it’s set off by what looks like dried tears on his pale cheeks.

“Y/N! Come to-*hic*- join me for a d-drink have ya?” You roll your eyes and slowly walk over to him. “Absolutely not. You’re wasted, Fenris. Give me the wine.” However, when you reach to take it from him, he slaps your hand away.

“Ah, come on. It’s the o-only thing keeping me-” He trails off, and the look on his face makes you think that he forgot what exactly he was saying. “Uh huh. Sure. Give me that shit.” You finally snatch the bottle from him. He stands, towering over you, but one gentle shove knocks him back into the chair.

In the time it takes for you to turn and place the wine on a table, you already hear a sniffle. If there’s one other thing Fenris never does, it’s cry. He’s a very.. isolated person. He doesn’t like letting anyone in, but being around you always seems to make his tough exterior crack. It doesn’t help that he’s already gone through two and a half bottles of that expensive wine.

“Fenris, what’s wrong?” Why do you have to sound so worried about him? He can’t help but feel worse knowing that hes gone and worried you. “I-I’m f-fine..” Finally, a sob comes from his mouth. You can’t just stand there, so you get on your knees in front of the armchair and pull him into a tight hug. The touch, although caring, makes him tense from fear.

“I’m here, Fenris.” He closes his eyes, finally breathing in your comforting scent. He doesn’t know why a human, a mage’s ally at that, makes him feel so loved, but you do. He can’t deny that your smile brightens his world. Even on days like today, where he can only think of.. his touch.

His voice finally comes out, cracking from the tears. “I.. started thinking of Danarius today. I feel.. like I can’t escape him..” Your eyes widen at the fear that’s obvious in his voice. You know about his past as a slave, but you’ve never asked him what all happened to him. It never seemed appropriate.

Still, he trusts you. Even in his drunken state, he remembers that he can trust you with everything. Before he can give it a second thought, he starts telling you.

“I.. woke up from a nightmare last night. I remembered how he.. he would touch me. He would use me for.. p-pleasure..” Your eyes widen, suddenly aware of how he tensed earlier from the hug. However, when you try to pull away from him, he grabs your arm tightly. “Please.. don’t let me go..” You nod, pulling his head onto your shoulder and running your fingers through his snow white hair. He sniffles a bit before continuing.

“He would call me a pet.. I couldn’t say it hurt because then he would make it hurt worse.. Y/N.. I was just a kid.. even when he finished, he would just beat me.. I begged so many times for him to hurry and kill me, Y/N, but he never would.. This lyrium in my skin meant too much..”

You have to work hard to keep your tears back as he speaks. A lot of emotions fill your chest hearing this. Still, anger is the most prominent. You can’t imagine Fenris being the kid who couldn’t defend himself, but sometimes you let it slip your mind that he was a slave.

“That’s why you didn’t meet us at the Hanged Man.. isn’t it?” He nods in your shoulder, finally wrapping his arms around you. His pointed hears brush your cheek, which makes you smile a bit. “Y/N.. I was hoping to.. drink myself to death today..” It hits you hard in the chest hearing that, but you aren’t terribly surprised, either. It has to be hell living with something like that.

“Fenris,” you squeeze him softly, “I’m here. I’ll always be here.” “What if he gets me again, Y/N?” “I will die before I allow him to take you.” He looks up, meeting your eyes. When he places his hand gently on your cheek, you find yourself smiling. “Y/N, I need you.”

His whisper makes butterflies erupt in your chest. He’s drunk, but you don’t stop him from pressing his lips gently to yours. His lips taste like the wine, but it’s still Fenris. Shy, reserved,maybe a bit unsure.

When he pulls back from the kiss, he smiles and presses his forehead to yours. “You are my strength, Y/N. I.. can’t get past this without you.” “You’re drunk, Fenris.” He chuckles lightly and wipes one of his eyes with the back of his hand. “Yes, but I’ll remember kissing you until the day I die.”

You two stay like that for a few minutes before he finally stands, pulling you with him. He kisses you one more time before stumbling over to his makeshift bed. “Stay with me tonight? I would.. appreciate the company.” Of course you agree to stay with him.

When you two get cozied up in each other’s embrace, he lets out a soft sigh. “Thank you for listening to me, Y/N. It means a lot.” You chuckle, already drowsy from lack of sleep. “Fenris,” your voice is heavy and tired, “I love you..” His eyes widen at the confession, but he can’t deny the thumping of his heart getting faster. “I-I.. I love you too, Y/N..”

From that day forward, Fenris vowed to never keep a secret from you again.

@katgalle

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tigereyes45 · 5 years ago

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Looking for beta readers for some dragon age fanfiction!

I’m starting a few Dragon Age fanfiction stories that I was hoping to find some beta readers for. There will be different ships for the fanfics. Just let me know which you would be interested in beta-ing for in a message!

1. A Varric x F!Hawke story Where Hawke is stranded in the fade, but as she moves through it she occasionally gets glimpses of her remaining family and friends. She watches them come and go, always older then the time before, until eventually the visions stop. She sees Varric most often and longest. Most often at a desk that she doesn’t recognize. (The story leads to hawke eventually escaping and coping with the new reality that she was gone for years and didn’t age a bit because of how the fade works.)

2. After saving Ferrelden Warden Freas Surana finds herself traveling in the company of Alistair, Zevran and Sten for now as they travel back to his homeland. The three agree to head back with him as the warden had insisted on seeing his home. Shenanigans happen on the way there, which leads to trouble, and people aren’t too happy Sten had returned with a mage.

3. A story about Jowan after escaping the tower with the help of the warden! (I was streaming the game and the chat and I made a joke about him ending up from one cult to another that we came across in the game so now I’m writing it.) From the Redcliffe, to the Mountains, back to Denerim he goes always seemingly a few steps in front of the Warden Surana, and right into one troubled group into the next.

4. A story about Shale and their journey after (SPOILERS) Wynne’s death in the Asunder book. It will start with them deciding what to do right after, but then skip to Inquisition time and continue on from there.

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mojavehearts · 6 years ago

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Who Am I

Cole x Reader

Chapter 2 - Flashbacks

Candle light, I can sense it and I am at peace, body warm and comfortable in a bed that smells like me, that is dented where I lay in a shape I had moulded, but a soft smell radiated off my left side, it smelt like old leathers and...Vanilla and crushed elfroot?, I felt truly at peace unlike when I was in the white room or in the darkness I am somewhere that feels familiar to my body but my mind is still wounded, somehow. Still aware of myself yet I know not much else, my name, my childhood, the taste of mothers cooking. All things I could remember yet I didn’t know the people around me as my eyes open they look at me with hope, glistening eyes of worry and even pity.

It came back to me, my name who I was. But that was all, for me I feel as if it would have been better if I did not. The guilt of forgetting was clenching around my heart, numbing my body in it’s angry grasp. I feel guilty for not knowing them, it hits me hard coiling in my stomach, they knew me but yet I could not even recall their names.

That boy from before shrouded in my deep sleep. His scent, he was not there with the other people that watched me, my heart knew that he should be yet I knew nothing of him, not even a name, the ache of my heart was the only thing that told me, it had not betrayed me like my mind had.

“Who is he?” I say hoarsely, voice thick and grainy from the dehydration “who is who?” The strong woman from before says in worry and confusion, I frown. Of course if I didn’t know, these people who seem to care for me greatly would not either.

“I am... Y/N who are all of you?” I must keep my manners even if I could not remember a thing from when I was on my way to Haven they all turn to whoever is beside them, all showing different signs of realisation and sadness.

“I had wished amnesia wouldn’t have been the case,I was mistaken and I am sorry, I will check with the clerics, see to it that I can help” the strong woman says, she blames herself I can see it in her eyes dark and red, lack of sleep, her under eye area purplish and veiny.

With that said she walks away without telling me her name I look down at my hands and move my fingers slowly, turning my hands around to get back circulation then staring in wonderment at the small green glow in one of my palms “We know who you are, if anything we could tell you who you are better at this moment in time inquisitor, I guess recoup is in order yes?” Inquisitor? Is that what they called me?, what did it mean to be an ‘inquisitor’ I turn towards the voice, a woman, finely dressed and decorated her hair secured neatly, warm toned skin that seemed to be kissed by the sun. “I am your ambassador Josephine, if you have more questions after I have you read up on what I have complied since the conclave come to me or Leliana, I have great belief that you will regain your memory” she had to be Orlesian by her accent, that’s right I was at the conclave was I not, she writes on some parchment before bowing her head slightly and heading out the door after leaving some papers atop my bedside table.

“And I, would be Leliana, I am your spy master, I too have things that require the need for you to turn your attention to, all other things that had required your attention before hand will be put on hold, if there is anything you need come to me” I turn again to the other side of the room, hooded, shrouded in purples, she seemed very genuine for her job purpose, her hair reflected red in the dim candlelight, I frown and look down at my legs, guilt punching me harder with each forgotten friend “thank you” I say, softer this time, she throws me a quick smile, dropping papers beside Josephine’s before taking her leave.

“We should cut this short huh? Our friend has a lot to do, I’m Varric your roguishly handsome rogue the woman who left before is Cassandra, I guess you can tell she blames herself for your state right now but she’ll come around and talk to you, I wouldn’t worry to much” my head turns back up to meet the eyes of a dwarf and then to meet his chest hair I raise my eyebrow slightly at the choice of style he laughs softly, noticing my line of vision. “Even when you can’t remember a thing you still poke fun at me, glad to know you’re still you” he speaks to me with great respect and care we must have been good friends, I smile at this.

“I am The Iron Bull boss, but Iron Bull or just Bull, is fine too. I am in charge of the chargers a fine group” even during his introduction he speaks of his men?, he seems very dedicated and proud of them “we did so many awesome things together, like that time in the Western Approach with that dragon! Aw man! It was sick!” The rest of my forgotten friends either sigh, chuckle or roll their eyes, I slayed a dragon? Oh my.

“I am Cullen, I command the soldiers who fight for our cause.” He ends it there, fidgeting the whole time he spoke, his hair was so neatly done he definitely took a lot of time into it. He didn’t seem sure of himself “that’s all you have to say to her curly?, after all that worrying about her day and night?” Varric intercepted “that is not true I worried a perfectly decent amount!” The commander begins rambles in embarrassment and walks out still talking as someone else begins to speak.

“I am Solas, I believe you will need to come to me also on questions you may have about everything once you read Josephine and Lelianna’s documents” an elf, he definitely wasn’t Dalish but didn’t appear to be a city elf either, his voice was smooth and he was very well spoken,judging from the way he carried himself, he was intelligent and he knew it, I nod slowly smiling slightly. The guilt was becoming to much to bare but I needed to be kind, I could not throw a fit, no, not whilst these people who care for me a great deal have to go through me not remembering them.

“My dear, I am so sorry this has happened to you, I am Madam Vivienne de Fer, grand enchanter, or of course just Vivienne to you sweetheart, mistress to Duke Bastien de Ghislain” this woman was gorgeous, and she knew it too, soft dark skin that almost glistened like specs of the moon had touched the surface. Someone snorts loudly “way to introduce yourself, innit? You sound so funny “I am madam snufflefart and I lay with a married man who can’t get it up” it was the girl from before I fell asleep again, she smiles widely at me as if waiting for me to say something as well, but frowns after my confused silence looking down awkwardly at her feet “I- ugh I hate this, I’m Sera yeah? I help the little guys get the big guys, but not you, you’re good people quizzy” she looked slightly distressed by how things were, I smile sadly eyes beginning to glaze over.

“All this sap, I am not in a good position to be crying infront of everyone so I will, infact, be taking my leave after this, I am Dorian, your fabulously intelligent mage with impeccable style and grace, thank you” the man named Dorian quickly scurries off after talking so surely of himself, it must be hard for him to talk about how he feels. I couldn’t see much of him by the way he walked out but I could tell he had dark hair and dark skin, as if he was caramelised, oh caramel, I’m hungry now that I think of it.

A rough cough sounds from the other side of where Dorian had stepped out of the room, calling for attention. I turn and I’m met with a man who reminded me of a bear, well, a bear that was less hostile than those I usually encountered,his eyes stood out the most, piercing blue standing out against dark brown long hair and a thick beard, he seems slightly older than the rest, maybe he has just lived harder days, his eyes showed pain but also relief in them as he spoke, he seemed to be calculating what to say without seeming as if he was thinking to hard “I am Blackwall, I serve the Wardens and I also serve you, like Sera said you are good people, I am sure your current state will not change that” he was very sincere with his words, he means what he says fully even if he had to think it through.

“Someone is missing” I say suddenly out of nowhere, my words escaped my mouth before my mind could stop them, how would I know this? I could not even remember these people let alone another. “What do you mean Y/N” Varric says, confusion upon his heavy brow “I feel...I’m sorry, I- never mind it must have just been a dream” I sigh and run my hands along my sheets, I pause for a moment and look back to the people who had remained in the room, the Elven man, no, Solas looks away from me, as if refusing to meet my gaze. Did he know something, could he help me? before I can manage to get any words out I am interrupted by someone running into my room, a solider “all of you, you need to come see this, it looks like we have problem” the woman says, everyone exchanges glances and starts walking out at a fast pace Varric turns to me and smiles “you should come too might remember something, are you well enough to walk” I blink slowly and nod, slowly raising to sit up and then swinging my legs off the edge of the bed to stand swiftly, I follow my friends out the door studying as much as I could along the way to try and ensure a quick recovery, maybe I could remember. But I was quick to remember to ask why I have forgotten once the time was right.

We are outside, my eyes turn to the sky, what was that? It seemed green, angry it teared the sky and twisted around the clouds. Looking at it I remembered the emerald portal in my dreams but my thoughts were short lived as a woman began to speak with a solider holding the body of an unconscious man, his hat was too big to see his face I squint slowly, a weird feeling in my chest“I found this young man unconscious in the gardens he appeared out of nowhere! No one can tell me who he was so I asked to speak with the inquisitor personally” she was worried for this young man “I am sorry but the inquisitor is...She... is a bit under the weather right now” the strong woman, Cassandra says suddenly to her having come from another direction as us “Someone here must know who he is” the woman frowns deeply, harsh wrinkles from her eyebrows crease her face in worry, I look around my group to see if anyone had, my eyes shifting to how Solas was shifting his weight between his two feet.

“He needs medical attention why did you not take him to the healers?” Cassandra’s swiftly says, she was cautious of him “that is the thing they said there was nothing wrong with him, but he is unconscious, they said they couldn’t do anything for him, that I should instead find out who he is” the woman was visibly upset now, shaken “I have a son myself this boy, he reminds me of him, please if you can help him” I frown and my feet begin taking me towards them “inqui-“ Cassandra starts to interject but Varric puts an arm infront of her, body language telling her to hold on “I will try” I speak those words with hesitation I was not sure if I could do anything much I must try something the solider holding him slowly puts him down and I slowly sink to my knees, raising the boys hat, I look to his face my body seems to shudder harshly and my arms begin to convulse my head aches and I raise my hands to it hissing and the crying out in pain “inquisitor!” Cassandra yells out before my body falls onto his and everything goes black yet again.

Here I was again, slowly opening my eyes to the white nothingness, feeling the prickling burn of the light yet this time I didn’t feel so alone, I feel it a presence behind me, I turn around speedily yet I see no one, I turn back and gasp softly, a dark purple ethereal figure floated slightly in front of me she smiles

“You must be Y/N” her voice was like a dream like it was not real,it made me feel like I was underwater “who are you?” My voice mirrored hers coming out like vibrations “names do not matter here, what matters are memories, ones you need to find, I am sorry my child while I am here to guide you I can not make the trials that you will face here any less troublesome” she begins to float off beckoning me to follow, she waves her hand slowly over a spot on the white nothingness another emerald portal appearing “my child, you must face these dangers if you wish to become whole again, remember what you must do, and who you are now, I am sure you will return I have faith in you” the portal almost sang to me, filling me with the warmth of a song sang by a loving mother “I will return” is all I say still under a trance from the soft hymns.

I let the portal take hold of me entirely, entering it feeling my body feel weightless but also like a statue, stuck in place.

What was that, loud thumping trembling the ground beneath me, I try to balance myself as rocks fall out of nowhere harshly onto the ground below me, I hear war cries, escaping soldiers throats like if they had swallowed rocks, the rocks now coming out of them as they became ill, but no. All they did was fight, it was the Templar’s fighting against blighted versions of themselves, former bodies of their own. As I begin to start running towards them I see, myself, there with Cassandra, Solas and Varric by my side as we fought running towards the tower I follow quickly behind racing towards myself my legs becoming heavier with each sprint closer running up the stairs, a strange man stands there, he looked...sick, not Ill but sick like his mind had been twisted to pieces until he could no longer think like himself, he was darkness. He grabs the me I see and I try to scream but nothing comes out I reach out to myself and then.

Black, cold, the feeling of nothing, damp but also dry, my body was stuck in place begging for water but begging for a towel I refused to open my eyes, not yet.

Not yet.

I take a deep breath, opening my eyes slowly, suddenly flashes of memories hold my body, frigid, convulsing slightly, Templar’s fighting, flashbacks, a voice of evil and then, the boy from before fighting beside me against something big and scary. An envy demon? , why did an envy demon want me, what happened to me. What is wrong with the Templar’s?, I knew this boy, who was he.

I must remember.

The flashbacks stop my body slowly fading from wherever I was when I woke again, I was still where I was, slumped over the boy from before, time must work differently where I was not even a second had past, Cassandra softly touches my shoulder, I turn suddenly “I’m okay” I reassure her staring down at the boy

“I know him” was all I could say, standing slowly and turning to her “you couldn’t possibly, none of us know this man, unless you knew him from before the conclave there is no way” I frown at her words, I saw him there “he fought with us, the envy demon” I explain, surely she would remember now “we fought alone inquisitor...” she was worried about me now, more than before, was I crazy “I’m sure we know him, even if we do not we need to take care of him” was all I said before lifting him myself, struggling slightly until Cassandra offered a hesitant hand.

I will find out who he is, and why my heart beats heavily in my chest.

#cole dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dragon age #dragon age cole

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a-templars-vice · 3 years ago

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A Templar’s Vice - Act II

Part 6 - “The Green Eyed Monster”

A Cullen Rutherford x F!OC Apostate Witch Dragon Age: Inquisition - fanfiction

Rating: 18+

Warnings: contains subject matter that maybe triggering for the vulnerable or victims of abuse and trauma.

Also contains alcohol, drugs (alludes to substance abuse), detailed lewd and violent scenes.

Reader's discretion is advised

Link to Master List

Link to Act I - Part I

Also avalible to read on Archive of Our Own (AO3)

Cullen felt so relaxed in the warm bath. He is used to taking cold showers while he was here at sky hold, and rarely, very rarely, got to have a nice warm bath. He remembered there were bath houses mages and Templars shared-- both separated by genders of course. It was the only time both sides truly felt at the same kind of level of vulnerability. The bath talks were usually nice...

The Witch was seated on the high chair at the head of the bath. She told him as she massaged his hair, with nice smelling soaps, that this bath was for him and she would be taking care of him. Because she knew that he has been feeling worn out lately, and told him not to worry about pressing himself further right now.

"But you... you do so much for me..."

"And you do a lot for me and others... let yourself be spoiled and relax a bit my dear Commander~"

Her hands moved over his skin. It felt like she was taking all the tension out of his overworked muscles.

"You're spoiling me..."

He leaned back and relaxed.

She leaned in and kissed him–Then, broke away.

"Only because you deserve it-- my dear Commander... and besides..."

She kept moving his hands over his very tense shoulders and drew out the tension.

"Is it wrong that I wish to take care of what's mine...?"

She asked as her hands and slithered down his burly muscled chest-- then she hugged him and her head was near his. Cullen shifted a bit and he felt so relaxed.

"No, of course not..."

He took her left hand in his left hand and kissed it. Then turned her hand and inner arm in toward him and kissed the black human bite mark that was the medium in which the demon was bound to the mage girl's body...

"... No wonder why people make deals with demons..."

Cullen kept kissing her inner arm and mark.

"... Mmm yes, but it depends on the demon and deal... it's often short sighted though... lose your soul-- something that is eternal... to have or gain something that will fade or you will lose eventually… it's short-sighted…"

"Hmm... yes I can see that..."

Cullen was still kissing and licking her mark... He wanted to kiss and soothe all her pain– all bad things she suffered through… Away...

"Won't you join me? My love..."

he whispered hotly against her wet skin.

She chuckled.

"Maybe next time... but for now I'll join you in your bed..."

…

She was giggling as she was drying his hair.

"Mmm what's so funny my love?"

"Hehehe, so that's why Varric calls you "Curly"~ "

"What?"

"Your hair. It's curly~"

Oh Maker's breath, the bath she gave him washed out all the product Cullen uses to style his hair.

He...

He does not like his Curly hair...

She giggled more and played with it while drying his hair– there was wonder and amusement in her eyes.

"Do you like my hair like this?"

"Well I like it because it's yours and it's you... and it's cute~"

"Mmmm I don't want to be cute…"

He grumbled and pouted a bit.

She giggled and kissed his grumpy lips.

"That's too bad-- because I find you endearingly adorable all the time... even more so when you're mad and grumpy~"

"You're the only one who is allowed to say that and feel that way about me…"

"Oh? My… I feel so special…"

She kissed him again. Then pulled back a bit again.

"I can tell you don't like your hair the natural way it is, but... so long as I can see it... it's not so bad right?"

"Mmm... I guess not…"

They kissed again.

"Mmm Cullen?"

"Yes my love?"

"Can... I style your hair? I promise to not make it Curly and you'll look good~"

"Ummm... sure? Have you ever styled hair before?"

"Yeah my own, and I have done men's hair on rare occasions~"

"Who–"

"Does not matter now~ I'll only style yours from now on~"

"Ummm... alright…"

"Mmm… You get jealous so easily... my dear Commander…"

"Mmm.. yes... I do…"

Cullen moved to hold her in place and kissed her.

...

Cullen was holding her up from behind with one strong arm and had two large fingers sunk into her wet heat as he whispered his order hotly into her ear.

"Say it... Say that you're mine..."

She struggled to speak.

"Ah... I-I'm y-ours C-Cullen... ahh... haa"

"Again."

He growled. Playing with her heat with his fingers. While his other arm locked her firmly in place. Where he wanted her to be...

"I-ha I-I'm y-yours... haa... ahh..."

Cullen pressed his fingers harder into her. He felt her knees shaking and going weak, but he held her up easily still. She was spilling so much of her wet juices all over him and onto the floor as well, but he kept going…

"Again."

…

Her arms were tied behind her back by Cullen.

Her ass was raised into the air as he pounded into her relentlessly from behind.

She was completely at his mercy.

Cullen got off on dominating her. Controlling her. Her being all his to have.

As per their contract she must obey him.

Love him.

Worship him.

And only him.

Cullen felt a twisted sense of pride and confidence when he was able to control her. He knew that was messed up and he wanted mages to be able to be more free. Not just be locked up or controlled... well looked after in some capacity to prevent... what she is...

She is a special case...

Cullen grunted loudly as he viciously pounded into her. While holding her hips up and keeping her in place...

So good. This felt so good.

He was so hard and turned on.

By his obedient... well behaved... bound... sexy... mage... demon possessed... witch... and lover…

…

Cullen is an insanely jealous man.

Thinking or even mentioning her past... relationships sets him off…

… and this was Cullen's first time ever deeply loving someone and being in a relationship like this... So he was a bit insecure...

He needed constant reassurance and attention.

He makes her afrim she is his by ordering her to say it outloud as he makes love to her.

She belongs to him now...

Mine.

Cullen thinks as he kisses her to the point of leaving her almost breathless.

Mine.

He thinks as he devours her heat's delicious juices.

Mine.

As he roughly touches her beautiful luscious body... everywhere...

Mine.

He plunges his girth into her sweet, beautiful, wet, soft, heat or mouth...

She's all mine now.

…

After another long and testing day… Cullen and his demonic witch were in the bath together...

She was straddling his hips and sitting upright while he was below her...

His head was half sunken into the water as she ran her fingers through it to wash his hair, and massage his head.

Maker, this felt so good...

Cullen was fully relaxed and happy here... With her...

There was a strong scent of pine... she told Cullen the product she was using was very popular amongst warriors and men in Ferelden-- for the scent... they seem to be attracted to boreal wood and earthy like scents... like pine, haywood, elder-root and the like...

Cullen did like the scent and she was right about that... It does seem like most warriors and men from Ferelden like the woods... and the smell of it...

She was going to smell like that too-- but that meant she would smell like him.

She usually smelled of roses and lavender... but he was not adverse to her smelling like him... it was a primal animalistic thing... scent can be used to mark territory and... mates...

…And would warn others...

Keep off this is mine.

"Mmm My... you're so needy my dear Commander..."

She said while she was straddled on top of him-- and massing his head and hair.

"Mmm... I am and well you're a very... desirable woman... it bothers me the way others look at you... and you are very flirtatious..."

Cullen pressed himself intentionally between her legs.

She shuttered.

"T-that's only to butter up clients and it's fun to play around with fools... But I'll never betray you my dear commander... contract or not..."

She pressed back into his crotch and harded member with her exposed heat.

He shuttered.

"That's good but still..."

He raised himself up and roughly kissed her under her exposed jaw line. While he held her in place.

"You must bear the consequences of... knowingly agitating the jealous beast that lurks within me..."

"Mmm… Yes Commander..."

…

Continue to Act II - Part 7

Act II Interlude: Side Story - "Cullen's New Look"

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sleepy-sunlight · 8 years ago

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Something Old, Something New (Cullen x Inquisitor/Reader)

You find Cullen hiding something special as he asks to take you on a walk.

Word Count: 1436

I can’t even begin to describe how happy makes me seeing the requests and growth coming in for this blog!! Thank you guys so much and have a truly terrific day!!

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You opened the door to Cullen's office, your head peeking in curiously before you saw him on his own, relaxing as the door shut behind you.

He noticed you right away, smiling almost instinctively, his expression lighting up as he rose from his desk.

"I was hoping you'd stop by," He hummed, lacing his fingers with yours. "How've you been?"

You tipped your head from side to side, debating with your feelings. "Here and there. Vivienne has made her personal quest to get to spend a night out with her in Val Royeaux."

"The Inquisition has always been adored by the nobles there," Cullen retorted, lightly, amused. "It might be nice I suppose. Perhaps it'd be nice for you to take a break, I'm sure she knows how to how to have fun after all."

"And be away from my favorite commander when I just got back?" You grinned, stifling back your laughter as red painted his cheeks. "I told her that perhaps when this was all over I might consider it."

"I ah – I'm your only commander." He muttered, his words f

You crinkled your nose, giving a mock sort of disappointment.

"Oh, I suppose you're right..." You simpered. "Well, I hope just being my favorite person is all right too."

That hardly helped the heat that burst onto his cheeks, the cold man many saw now melted before you.

"Yes well – the ah... the feeling is mutual," He mumbled sheepishly, barely above a whisper, clearing his throat suddenly.

"Would you join me?" He asked, sighing. "for an uh...a walk, I mean."

You grinned, squeezing his palm comfortingly as you nodded, anything but reluctance in your voice.

"Of course," You agreed, your brow lowering just a tad as you saw how tense he was, his feet shuffling, antsy, awkward. "What's got you all wound up?"

He let out a sharp breath, shaking his head dismissively, beginning to lead you outside.

"It's nothing...!" He exclaimed, his hand clamoring for a small pouch wrapped around his waist, his shoulders dropping with relief. "Just – Just work."

"Do you need a break? I can discuss things with Josephine-"

"No, no that's not what I mean work I-it - I-isn't the issue." He huffed, his nose scrunching up as he struggled to come up with the words. "I'm fine."

"Cullen..." You drew out his name, doubtful. "You shouldn't be worried about telling me something."

He folded his lips, a pang of guilt flashing in his expression before he opened the door leading to the barracks.

"I'm okay – honest," He softened, ushering you out. “Come on.”

You didn't believe him if you were to be entirely honest, eyeing him carefully as he looked over the cobblestone floor as if tracing the steps from memory.

You enjoyed the quiet as he looked at the path gingerly, nearly jolted as he stopped abruptly, mellowed.

“Here.”

“Here?”

“It’s where we first ah – kissed,” He replied, bashful. “I remember when you asked if we could talk I thought I may burst I was so nervous.”

“You complimented the weather,” You chuckled, the memories unraveling in your mind. “It was awfully cute.”

“Cute?” He scoffed, folding his arms across his chest. “That’s not a word I hear used to describe me often. Course, many don’t see me as you do.”

“Does that make me special?”

He raised his brows, giving a crooked grin.

“I suppose it does.” He purred, wrapping a hand around your cheek fondly. “But that’s not all, you know that don’t you?”

“Of course I do,” You comforted whatever worry tangled inside of him. “It’s where we first kissed. How could I forget how you nearly scared that poor soldier to death?”

“I did lose my cool there for a bit didn’t I?” He confessed, unashamed. “It was worth it I think.”

“How do you mean?”

“Because it brought me to who I truly believe is my soulmate,” He hummed. “and there’s nothing in the world I would trade that for.”

He let out a deep breath, whatever words he had wanted to say now simply spilling out adoringly.

“I – I never imagined I would ever have the chance to fall in love - Maker forbid be loved in return. I believed I’d sooner die than ever have something so special,” He sighed, his smile only growing. “And then you...you simply changed everything.”

You were stunned, mouth dropping as if you wanted to speak.

But you couldn’t come up with a single thing.

“I thought I was fine before I met you - content even but I...I’ve never felt anything like I have with you. I-I’m truly and honestly happy. You...You have no idea on how much you utterly saved me.”

“Cullen...”

“I can say how much I love you for an eternity but - it can never truly be put into words how much I - I adore you,” He confessed. “but what I can put into words is...I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

You lit up like a firework, your jaw dropping as he held your hand in his, kneeling down before you, slipping out whatever he had hidden in his pouch.

A ring.

You knew in an instant.

“Would you do me that honor?” He chuckled embarrassedly. “Will you marry me...?”

You hardly needed a second, stifling back a sob as you fell to your feet, embracing him as if it would be a curse to let him go.

“Yes of course!” You exclaimed, peppering his face with kisses. “Of course I will!”

He couldn’t even come up with a response, pulling you into his arms, his grip so tight you thought he might’ve mistaken you for a fleeting dream.

He tried to speak, say anything at all but he couldn't find exactly it was he wanted to say, trying to hide just how shiny his gaze was as you looked at him, glowing.

“What did I do in my life to deserve someone like you...?” He asked, breathlessly. “I’ll never know-”

You both shot your heads up as a spark of electricity erupted just before you, fizzing out as brightly as it had arrived.

Followed by Dorian, yelling, he and Varric perched upon the stairwell nearby.

“You didn’t even tell us? Honestly, Inquisitor, I believed we were closer than that!”

You both wearily rose to your feet, heat bursting onto your features as you saw the people of Skyhold looking out to the two of you, hollers of delight echoing from them.

“You know, I considered keeping my mouth shut but then I remembered that you beat me in Wicked Grace,” Varric shouted, jabbing Dorian as the mage prepared another spell. “and I only thought it was fair!”

“Congratulations on the engagement by the way!” Dorian yelled, the remaining people gasping at the announcement. “In case everyone wasn’t aware already!”

“Maker’s breath-”

Cheering.

Yells of delight and applause filled the crowds, Cullen having to duck away behind you as he reddened like wine.

“And before you ask – yes, of course, we will attend the wedding.”

“We’ll even plan it!” Varric snapped his fingers, Dorian’s eyes widening like dinner plates at the idea.

“Why hadn’t I thought of that?” He gasped. “It’ll be the event of the century!”

“Of the millennium!”

“You must have the brains of a giant if you’d forget to involve me!” Josephine snapped at them as she joined them, smacking the back of Dorian’s head lightly. “This’ll be the talk of Oralis for ages...!”

They began to chatter amongst themselves, your other companions joining you, drenching you in congratulations and excited hugs, teasing the already mess of a commander.

Yet despite it all, you had never seen him smile wider as you did then.

Not for the grandeur or the excitement of it all.

But for the thought of beginning and ending each day beside you.

And for knowing that for all that world had put you both through, you still found each other.

And you were never letting go.

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poweredbycoffeeandwine · 8 years ago

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Kissing Day: Andromeda

This prompt for Kissing Day 2017 is from @thesecondsealwrites from the way I said “I love you” prompt list: A taunt, with one eyebrow raised and a grin bubbling at your lips. And I know I said ME, but really whatever characters/otp you think it fits best. :D

I have only begun writing for these two, and though they aren’t quite at this stage in my planned one-shots, they are certainly making their way here. Hope you enjoy! Pairing: Camille Ryder x Liam Kosta

Things around the Tempest felt sluggish. Crew members went about their assigned tasks, but once the ship was en route, lost among a sea of stars, very little work went into flying. Sure, daily maintenance was a part of it: weapon and gear check for individuals, some of the crew liked to trick out the Nomad with new upgrades, Liam and Jaal found weird projects. Almost none were sanctioned, but it kept them busy so Camille wasn’t going to complain.

Worn out, ready for a break of her own, Camille did a quick circuit of the ship. She spoke to a few members briefly, and headed to her quarters. Stripping down to her boyshorts and favorite hoodie, courtesy of Liam, she pondered the morale of her crew. Leads for the mission had gone cold, the few settlements they had were secure at the moment, so tension was up. Everyone was antsy at being cooped up in a small ship. Or worried about what could happen next. Whether viability would continue to increase. With the slow down, many had started dwelling on the memory of families left behind.

If she didn’t stop thinking about Pathfinding for a moment, she was going to go crazy. Ryder picked up Swords and Shields, the novel she had been reading. It was one of her favorites, though she wouldn’t brag about it. Pure, unadulterated romance written long ago by Varric Tethras. What details of his life remained sounded unbelievable and outrageous. Those few that had heard of him were certain that most of his life was fiction created by the author himself. He certainly knew how to keep the reader happy.

Nothing captured her attention more than a fantasy world full of adventure and dragons, mages and knights. The best part, in her humble opinion, involved a love struck Templar Knight-Captain looking for an appropriate gift for his lady love. They celebrated Kissing Day, a holiday not only celebrating love, but friendship as well. He worried the guard-captain, a tough as nails, woman shaped battering ram he was enamored with would reject his gift. Hilarity ensued over his choice of marigold flower crowns and bouquets. She had looked into it once to determine if something like that had ever existed, nearly giddy to have uncovered bits of truth. Her eyebrows raised to her hairline as she slammed her beloved book shut. “Of course!” She yelled excitedly. “We will have a party, It’s September!”

“Pathfinder,” SAM’s voice filled the room, “if you are in need of assistance, Dr. Anwar and I were discussing the merits of traditions left over from the Milky Way. She seemed to particularly feel the loss of such events.”

“SAM, you are a genius! She would be amazing, just remind me not to let her help with the food…”

“Of course, I suppose that should be on our private channel?”

Ryder rolled her eyes, “No, I want you to embarrass her by bringing up her failed treats from Liam’s movie night.” After a few ticks of silence, she replied, “That was sarcasm, yes, private channel.”

She needed to get a lot done, and fast. Never before had she been so happy to be enroute to Kadara Port. That place was an absolute hole, but at least an enterprising someone could find anything they were looking for. She grabbed a pair of pants, ignored her need for shoes, and called Suvi to her room. Once together, she hatched her brilliant idea, and bunkered down to plan. They worked through the night cycle, only breaking to eat, and eventually to sleep.

—

Early morning never found Camille at her best, but she was amped. Ready to start the day, she addressed the crew. “Good morning everyone! Tonight you are all invited to my quarters for a special event! Time to dust off those civies, find something nice to wear!” Suvi made her way over grinning from ear to ear and the pair bolted for the airlock giggling conspiratorially.

Both women were surprised by Liam awaiting them at the entrance. “Where are you lovely birds of to, alone, in Kadara? So keen to find trouble. Pathfinder, you know it’s a rough place.”

“Ah, and I thought chivalry had died.” Camille replied in a honey sweet tone. She faked the pose of a swooning girl, and peered at him through her lashes. “Come to escort little ol’ me through the throngs of mercs and other things that go bump in the night?”

“Alright, cheeky. I got it. You can take care of yourself. You don’t need me playing hero”

“Seriously, Liam. Ryder and I have some items to pick up ‘s all.” Suvi announced giving Liam the sweetest smile in her arsenal.

“Even the biggest bugger won’t stand a chance you two making eyes at ‘im. Alright, get going. Sooner you’ll be back that way.” With a quick peck to Ryder’s cheek he whispered low, “I can’t wait to see what you’ve cooked up.”

Thrilled at the idea of meeting him with her gift to the crew, she and Suvi stole off the Tempest hoping to get their hands on everything they needed without involving Vetra. They bought ridiculous items, not knowing all the specifics about the holiday. They had spent most of their time researching, but it was an obscure holiday, and resources were extremely limited. Suvi proved to be a wonderful ally, just as caught up in the spirit of the celebration as she was. Their many purchases secured, and packaged in a nondescript box, they returned to the ship, banishing all members of the crew from the Pathfinder’s room.

The next few hours involved lots of noise, glitter, and laughter. Her place became an unrecognizable flurry of petal strewn floors, flower filled jars, lace and fluffy feathers. White cloth fell from ceiling to floor to hide her bed from the rest of the room. Every twinkling light and candle they could find had ended up placed at random around the room. Somehow they had constructed a tree made of flowers as the centerpiece for the party. Love themed food was the tricky part. Instead of attempting an elaborate meal, they threw together sandwiches and cut them into cutesy hearts. They raided Vetra’s cereal stash to make something like a krispy treat, and if Cupid’s punch was spiked, well they were certain nobody minded. They were sure to label dextro friendly drinks to avoid potential illness.

Suvi snuck out of Ryder’s room to get ready, but Camille had a feeling that something was missing. “We have food and decorations, what else is there?”

“Pathfinder, might I suggest you queue up music?” SAM interrupted. “You have a playlist of a variety of songs Liam created that would suit such an occasion.”

“Again, genius! Glad I keep you around.” “Yes, your demise has nothing to do with it.”

“Was that snark I heard from you?” Camille shot back. “Color me impressed.” She made her way to the console, and searched through her media files from Liam. She was reminded just how often he sent her little things to lift her spirits or make her laugh. She was truly lucky to have found someone so giving. Just thinking about him brought a blush to her face, and she hoped he enjoyed the little gift he would be receiving tonight.

—

When the time to gather had arrived, Camille dimmed the lights overhead, and got the candles lit. Taking in their handy work gave her butterflies. The room was transformed, and the soft glow of twinkle lights bouncing off her large window overlooking space was magical. Catching a glimpse of herself in the reflection stopped her in her tracks. It had been a long time since she had the opportunity to dress up. She put on her favorite lace cropped tank paired with a wine colored hi-low skirt. Suvi styled her short caramel locks, and helped her with her makeup. She felt beautiful and realized it had been too damn long. The glamour of the evening left her with a surreal feeling after months of trekking through uncharted territory, often times fighting for her life.

She and Suvi welcomed their comrades, and could not be more pleased with how well the entire affair was received. Music played gently, her friends mingled, and she could not be happier. Liam snuck up behind her, pulling her back against his chest. “You look like heaven.” His voice thick in her ear. “Why are you wasting your time with me?”

His thumb gently caressed circles into her side causing her to shiver. “You’re anything but a waste of time, love. Besides, have you seen yourself tonight?” She spun to face him and placed a soft kiss at the base of his neck.

His hum of approval vibrated through her body. “So, I got to tell you, I feel kinda exposed. Songs meant for us broadcast to everyone.”

Alarmed, she looked up at him. Catching his grin and realizing he was playing she leaned in close hand on his chest and whispered huskily, “How can I make it up to you?”

His voice roughened, hands gripping her waist he looked her up and down slowly and asked, “Mind telling me what I might find under that getup?”

Camille raised her brow, and bit her lip coyly. Just when she felt he couldn’t wait any longer she raised up on her toes lips almost touching his and said, “What indeed.” She tilted her head and captured him in passionate kiss. Her tongue traced the seam of his lips, and he parted them to grant her access. Her hands found their way into his hair, fingers digging into his curls. He captured her bottom lip in his sucking and occasionally giving a small nip. Awareness came to them when she moaned loudly against his mouth, the sound causing them to remember they were not alone.

Breaths mingling together, chests slightly heaving he chuckled, “I can’t wait for these sods to bugger off. We will party just us.”

Ryder beamed at him, and cupped his face in her palm, “Happy Kissing Day, Liam.”

#seal's kissing day celebration #kissing day 2017 #mass effect andromeda #me:a #ryder x liam #rydam #camille ryder #liam kosta #camille x liam #me:a fic #steph did a thing #thesecondsealwrites

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sweetmage · 1 year ago

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SweetMage's DA Writing Prompt List

Hi! I am making this little prompt list in anticipation of joining the Dragon Age Drunk Writing Circle. Below the cut you'll find all of my OCs/Ships (platonic, romantic, and familial), some TWs and disclaimers, and some sample writing prompts but feel free to come up with some of your own prompts or ask me for more info! :) WARNING: There are some 18+ prompts!

Things with ❤ are preferred this week! Characters:

❤ Edan Cousland | Inquisitor!Edan Cousland Garrett Hawke (purple mage) | Inquisitor!Garrett Hawke ❤ Anders (and Justice) Sebastian Vael Ser Roderick Gilmore (loosely based on the NPC companion mod but with my own characterization/HCs) Niall (from the Circle Mage Origin/Fade Quest. Will write him post-DA2 in an AU where he survived mostly!) Meeran (DA2 mercenary leader. Will probably write him in my dystopian/cyberpunk AU version of DA2)

Romantic Ships (SFW or NSFW is okay!):

❤Purple Mage M!Hawke/Anders ❤Edan Cousland/Ser Roderick Gilmore ❤ Celestine (non-Hawke OC)/Sebastian Purple Mage M!Hawke/Anders/Justice Niall/Orsino (Post-DA2, both alive OR during DA2 where Niall is sent on an assignment from the Kinloch hold)

Platonic/Familial Ships (SFW Only):

❤Anders & Edan Cousland ❤Purple Mage M!Hawke & Any of the DA2 cast ❤Anders & Varric (DA2 or DAI time period) ❤Garrett & Marian Hawke (twin!Hawke AU) ❤Garrett and/or Anders & their son Victor (AU where trans!Garrett/Anders had a biological son during DA2 act 2) Edan & Any of the DAO or DAA cast Inquisitor Edan & any of the DAI, DAO, or DAA cast Inquisitor Hawke & any of the DAI or DA2 cast Orsino & Anders

Sample Prompt Lists: Please do not request: Not used to freedom, preventative measures not taken, reopening an old wound. I have gotten many of these!

*Starred prompts may contain triggering angst content * Bad Things Happen Bingo Card [SFW Angst] ❤ * Old Whumptober Prompt List [SFW Angst] ❤ Domesticity/Intimacy [SFW/NSFW Ship] Old Sicktember Prompt List [SFW Hurt/Comfort] Old Platonic Flufftober Prompt List [SFW Fluff] Old Flufftober Prompt List [SFW Fluff or Angst] ❤ Multi Category Smut Prompts (Vanilla, kinky, goofy, etc.) [NSFW Smut] ---

TWs and Disclaimers:

- Fics about Edan may contain references or depictions of his lyrium addiction and resulting cognitive decline (memory issues, hallucinations, confusion, etc.) as that's a big part of his character. - Fics about Roderick may contain mention of PTSD and past torture (mental/emotional/SA) at the hands of Rendon Howe as that is a part of his story. - Fics about Anders might contain mention of self-harm, past abuse, and suicidal ideation

Like To Write:

- Trauma and/or Healing ❤ - Mental Illness Related Hurt/Comfort ❤ - Sappy Smut ❤ - Silly/Awkward Smut - Hurt/Comfort Smut ❤ - Sweet/Romantic Scenes - Domestic Life in Tough Situations (long distance like Edan/Ser Gilmore, Fugitives like Anders/Garrett, etc.) ❤ - Hurt/Comfort ❤

Prefer Not To Write/Won't Write:

- Anders Demonizing/Anti-Anders sentiments such as rivalmance, abuse from Hawke, death ending, him 'ruining' Justice, etc. (him facing opposition from characters like Fenris, Sebastian, various NPCs, etc. is 100% okay though!) - Non-Canon Major Character Death (near death, Hawke/Warden in the Fade, or non-companion canon deaths like Leandra or the Cousland family are okay though!) - Gratuitous Physical Torture - Second Person/Character x Reader - Modern AU/Coffee Shop AU/College AU or anything similar

#jun prompts #dadwc #dragon age #save4l8r

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kimarosehunter · 8 years ago

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I Should Not Have Said That

Fenris X Reader

Fandom: Dragon Age/Dragon Age 2

Prompt: Things you said when you were drunk

While he was sitting in the hanged man discussing the day's tales with Varric and making sure that he was not discussing the truth he saw you come in out of the corner of his eye.

You went straight to the broody elf and slammed your hands down on the table in front of him, “I demand to know! Is it true?!”

He looked at you confused, “excuse me?” The elf inquired.

“Last night! You told me that you wanted to live with me in my mansion. Then! you said that we would have a family together after a while. And then! You told me that I scare you because I am a mage who can beat everyone I meet without blood magic!” You got louder with every claim you made.

His gaze became puzzled and he didn’t seem to know what he should say next. At which point you decided to go on, “next you told me you loved me and then you turned around and compared me to Danarius! Do you seriously think I am anything like him at all?!”

“Well Isabela calls you a slave driver.” He spoke up for once.

“Excuse me! That does not give you the right to compare me to someone like him!” Your hands started to glow with fireballs from frustration and you tackled the elf to the ground, “do you have any words to say before I beat you to a pulp for this kind of treatment?”

Fenris looked up at you, “I...should not have said that? I believe it was only because I was under the influence of alcohol.”

“And me of course!” Isabela piped up.

Your glare at her shut her up and she decided to leave before she made things any worse for Fenris. “Now tell me the truth!” You demanded, holding his shirt in your hand and straddling him beneath you.

“The truth of which part?” Fenris danced around the question now, unsure of which answer he was supposed to give.

You narrowed your eyes, “do you really think I am like Danarius?”

Fenris shook his head, “no.” He spoke calmly, “you are the love of my life. I am yours for whatever you need me to do because I want to be, not because you are like Danarius.”

All of your anger seeped away at his soft expression and words. You bent down to kiss him for that and Varric started the awing as everyone else cheered for the happy ending. You rolled your eyes and ignored everyone as you continued the make out session.

@animeaobsessed

#dragon age #dragon age 2 #da: 2 #Fenris #fenris x reader

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mysdrymmumbles · 8 years ago

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Mirror, Mirror - Merrill x F!Hawke

Word Count: 954

Thank you to my readers <3

Mirror, Mirror

“It’s gone!”

Marian blinked as she looked up from the latest treatise that Anders had left in her house—how the man came and went without her ever seeing him was only slightly unnerving, considering she’d rather have him roaming and free than dead on the end of templar’s blade.

Merrill bound up the stairs to their study, panic in her eyes.

As soon as she saw her, Marian perked up, setting the treatise to the side and rising. “Merrill! I’ve been looking for you all morning. I wanted to tell you—”

“The eluvian is gone!” Merrill cried out, stumbling to a stop. “There was a raid on the Alienage and they’re saying the templars took anything suspicious with them.” Her fingers were in her hair as she paced back and forth. “Half of my things are gone, but most of it can be replaced. Not—”

Even as she spoke, with Marian holding up her hands and trying to interrupt, she drew to a stop and stared at a small halla carving sitting on one of the bookshelves. Slowly, she moved over to it, her hands reaching out as though she expected the trinket to be some trap.

When it was in her hands and she’d thoroughly flipped it this way and that, Marian coughed gently.

“I didn’t mean to take things without asking, but Carver gave me word that there was going to be a raid and I knew you weren’t going to be back for a while, so Varric and a few others helped me clean out your place. We didn’t take everything—we didn’t have time—but we took what we could carry and what looked particularly magical.”

Merrill stood there a moment, staring at Marian with wide eye, her mind slowly comprehending what she was saying.

“Then…the eluvian…”

“Is in the basement.” Marian hesitated before adding, “Fenris wanted to leave it where Anders can come up from Dark Town, but I figured he might panic if he was tired and saw a face there to greet him. So…it’s in a side room, wrapped up and safe. We were very careful with it, and made sure we got all the pieces…”

Even as Marian spoke, Merrill darted away, taking the stairs four at a time as she bounded down them. Marian was on her heels, apologizing to Bodahn when they nearly ran him down and then waving to Sandal and Orana, who were helping bring in groceries.

Groceries that would be gone in a day or two, if her friends dropped by.

That was a matter for another time, though.

Merrill made a beeline to the basement, and was ready to open every door when Marian pointed to the one that hid her belongings. Practically tripping over herself, Merrill stumbled into the room and jerked the sheets that had been draped over the mirror—Isabela had done that, claiming that the thing creeped her out—and finally came to a stop.

She stood there, in front of it, and Marian could see her eyes moving in her reflection as the elf checked every corner for signs of wear or cracks. While she wanted to offer some comfort, Marian wasn’t sure what to say.

When Merrill had wanted to keep some of her belongings at her old home, Marian had been fine with that. She’d wanted to respect her personal space.

But the Templars…if they’d found the mirror, they would have likely broken it or, worse, decided to hunt down the owner.

Marian hadn’t wanted Merrill dragged off—while she was at odds with the Templars, even Marian wasn’t fool enough to try to take on the whole organization unless something horribly drastic happened.

Like Merrill getting captured.

And so she’d hoped that Merrill would understand, and had brought her belongings to where she figured they’d be safest. Home.

Merrill’s fingers lightly touched the smooth surface of the eluvian before she turned and looked at Marian, confused. “You hate this.”

While she’d been ready for half a dozen accusations or other comments, she hadn’t expected that. “I…”

“You wanted me to stop working on it.”

“I still do,” Marian murmured before she could stop herself. Looking down, she swallowed and then took in a deep breath. “I don’t know that it’s safe, but…you’re a brilliant mage and I trust you and…” Marian ran her fingers through her hair, frowning at her feet. “I wouldn’t want you to lose something you care for, when it’s in my power to keep it safe.”

Merrill stood there another moment before stepping away from the mirror and wrapping her arms around Marian’s waist, resting her head against her shoulder. “I love you.”

With a half smile, Marian wrapped her arms around Merrill as well and swayed with her, placing a few quick kisses on the crown of her head. “I love you, too.”

Merrill snuggled closer a moment before whispering, “I don’t think we should keep this in the house, though.”

“Oh, thank the Maker,” Marian breathed, grinning when Merrill stepped back and shoved her arm. “But…we’ll keep it here until it’s safe to move.”

Attention already back on the mirror, Merrill nodded, “…until it’s safe.”

As she moved back to that ancient artifact, she didn’t notice the way Marian’s face fell as soon as she wasn’t watching.

That Merrill had learned of the mirror’s disappearance before Marian could tell her meant that the first thing Merrill had gone to when she came back was the mirror.

It was surprising how much that realization stung, though Marian hid her hurt behind a smile as Merrill turned back to her, offering that they should probably cover it again until they found it a better home.

#dragon age #dragon age fanfiction #merrill x f!hawke #merrill #f!hawke #angst

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