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fanfiction writers better got on that Roland x Lacklon fic RIGHT NOW

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qwydion and netflix thanks for anders easter egg in first episode already………….

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Ok, but can we manifest Qwydion and possibly Miriam if the gods are generous as love interests for DA4? Or let them be together, they deserve the world.

And Roland and Lacklon as party members or at least advisors would be just perfect. Like, I'd listen to their banters all day. Maybe they wouldn't talk too much shit about the other companions. That'd be refreshing.

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So glad theyre gonna let that dwarf get some dick tho

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i’m glad that they decided to use they/them pronouns for the inquisitor when they mention them in the first episode of dragon age absolution

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First thought on Dragon Age: Absolution?

If Qwydion is not a companion in DA4, I will riot. She is perfect and I love her.

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Gotta love how the only straigh kiss wasn't explicitly shown

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MY GOD

THESE BITCHES GAY

GOOD FOR THEM

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Dragon Age Origins: "There's a Blight on the land and I have to stop it."

Dragon Age II: "There's a Tevinter conspiracy and an army of Qunari, and I have to stop it."

Dragon Age Inquisition: "There's a Darkspawn Magister and a hole in the sky, and I have to stop it."

Dragon Age Absolution: "I'm GAY and I'm going to make it EVERYONE'S PROBLEM!"

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bless whoever did the subtitles

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Anyway I love Qwydion with my whole heart 😤

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Dragon Age Absolution did not disappoint

They gave me what I’ve always wanted. A fruity dwarf.

So I whipped this up real quick . Love me a good height difference 👁👄👁✌️

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They really said this is a gays only event 🏳️‍🌈

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so the last 45 seconds of dragon age absolution huh?

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"About damn time."

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Wanting, Waiting, Watching: Off Again

“Your highness,” he says. I blink my eyes a few times and turn towards him.

“Yes?”

“Are you going to see the queen off?” He asks. I purse my lips and look at Arl Eamon. Although  I suppose he isn’t Arl Eamon. I’d call him uncle Eamon but that isn’t right either. Maker help me, why do I make everything so complicated.

“Of course,” I said. I stood up and walked towards the gates. Elysse is there, wearing leathers instead of a gown. She doesn’t wear the Warden’s colors or Fereldan’s. She is the Warden-Commander of Fereldan, the Queen of Fereldan, the Teyrna of Gwaren, the Arlessa of Amaranthine, why did I give her so many titles.

But Maker’s breathe, she is beautiful. She’s pulled her hair back into a loose bun at the nape of her neck. She walks up to me. “I’m off,” she says.

“You just got back,” I say.

“I know, just going to Skyhold. Leliana needed help with something,” she ays. I make a tight smile. Keep it together, Alistair, be the king your father believed you to be.

“Of course. Just a few days then?”

“Probably a week or so. We like to sneak a few days when we can,” she says. She smiles and reaches up to me. She wraps her arms around my neck. They’re softer than they were nearly a decade ago. Age has come for both of our necks. Every day swinging the sword gets harder for me; she gets more winded every time we spar. She can’t weird two long swords any more, forced to revert to daggers.

I squeeze her around the waist. She always hugs me goodbye. She has since we first realized we were friends, when we were both children mourning the death of Duncan, when we had a world to save and no one to save it with. She woke up screaming, I comforted her, and she left me behind at camp anyway. She hugged me around the neck, taking Morrigan, Leliana, and Sten with her. Or I guess the Arishok? Can I call him Sten in past tense?

There’s been too much change. Maybe that’s what I hate about aging. My body is softer, the bread goes to my belly faster, and Elysse, now giving up on the charade that we’ll ever have an heir, returns to her love deep in the Frostback Mountains. I watch her ride off, she never turns back, too excited to be by Leliana’s side again, and this time as the Queen of Fereldan no less.

She leaves, Eamon leaves for his afternoon nap, and I’m left to wander the palace gardens. There isn’t any war to fight, nor any evil to defeat. Leliana’s inquisition had defeated Corypheus with the help of the mages I’d given refuge in Redcliffe, another failure. Maybe that would be my legacy as king, a second bastard son as unfit to lead as his dreamy idealistic brother. At least Cailan got to die in battle.

No, that’s untoward. This wasn’t what father would have wanted, nor Cailan even. Maker damn that woman. Nearly 13 years later and she makes me a nervous little boy again. Maybe I’m a man meant to be led by a woman. Maybe I should have married Anora, she’d have stayed to lead at least. Elysse chased adventure like the horizon, swooping down on every desire she ever had, never minding that swooping was bad.

Before Leliana became the Divine, before Elysse ventured far into the west to try to cure of us our death sentence, Elysse, Leliana and I attended a formal gathering with the Divine and the Empress of Orlais. We were each introduced, our titles and accomplishments. I walked down, “Alistair Theirin, King of Fereldan, Veteran of the Fifth Blight, savior of Denerim.” Elysse followed, “Elysse Cousland-Theirin, Queen of Fereldan, Hero of Fereldan, Teryna of Gwaren, Arlessa of Amaranthine, Warden-Commander of Fereldan.” Leliana was called down after us. “Leliana, Nightingale of the Imperial Court, Veteran of the Fifth Blight, Mistress to the Queen of Fereldan, Left Hand of the Divine.”

Mistress to the Queen of Fereldan. No attempt to hide their relationship. In Orlais, their connection is mentioned as simply as their military service. Leliana worked for the divine, she helped end the blight, and she regularly made love to my wife. As of late, she might as well claim her as her own life. She’s the Divine after all, she outranks me. She parades Elysee around, so proud to honor love, “The greatest gift of the Maker.”

I wonder if she ever feels guilty: knowing she took my wife from me, knowing I’d never get to fall in love. I don’t want to be my father, and yet that appears to be my only option, to have a wandering eye. Does it even count as a wandering eye since she’s never even been mine?

But that isn’t true either. She was, if only for a moment, mine.  

And I remember it as if it was yesterday. To be updated regularly on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31838884/chapters/78826228