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Sera: You look like you don't sleep.
Amayian: I don't.
Leliana, who said she didn't want to talk to him because of Origins: BOI
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Modern!AU Lana, Alistair, Leliana, and Amayian build a pillowfort, and both men treat their tiny wives as their pillow fort queens, worshiping with their hands and fingers until they're red and trembling. :3
Ok but you know the pillow fort turns into a movie watching fort afterwards. Because Alistair and Lana are fully incapable of adulting when pillow forts are involved 🤣
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@herald-divine-hell‘s Amayian Trevelyan and Leliana smooches for his birthday. Happy belated Birthday, you lovely person!
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For Valentine’s Day, Alexandra leaves little notes of loved throughout Skyhold for Leliana to find, with some quotes from some of their favorite books, to give Leliana hints at where Alexandra would be. Once she did, she finds Alex had set out an entire day of relaxation. Leliana will get messages and songs sung to her, and kisses in between. Of course, there would their favorite sweats as well.
For Amayian, he makes her favorite food for her to find, having it beside her bed when she wakes up. He makes tiny nug trinkets she could wear on her bracelet. He spends time with her most of the day, canceling all their work so they can spend time with one another. As night falls, he’ll cook her favorite meal, and while she eats he’ll sing her songs in Evlish and Orlesian. He’ll also bake her favorite treats for them to share.
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I just had a thought…
An AU with Amayian/Leliana and Maxiana/Cullen where their kids grow up together. I just imagine the four of them sitting out on the porch of one of their homes while the kids run around and do magic and play with the nugs.
Aw, absolutely. Though knowing Amayian and Cullen, they might be out with the kids, playing with them. Maxiana and Leliana before enjoy the sight a lot. Plus, with Rhys, I can see him being particularly close with the twins, and Esmyial and him might be baking in the kitchen for the family. (I don't know how good of a baker Rhys is, but little Esmi would have him tag-along regardless of his skills.)
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She's so small with Amayian's height mod. I just want him to pick her up and give her a small peck to the lips or one on her forehead. Was that too much to ask, BioWare?
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Six Sentence Sunday (But it's technically Monday..)
Listen, I know I'm late with this - but that was because I was resting from fighting the great beasts known as dual monitor stands the previous night and I think I had injured my hands along the way for a bit, lol.
In any case, I was tagged by the wonderful and lovely @aymayzing for this. Thank you so much for the tag.
This is a currently work-in-progress fanfic where Leliana and Amayian go to Ostwick to treat with House Trevelyan in regards to receiving their support for the Inquisition (and the potential drama of seeing Amayian's abusers in the flesh - though they aren't mentioned in this piece yet).
Above the withering gray wall of fog, the black walls of Ostwick rose like pillars of night from the snowy earth. The sounds of the seas were in Leliana’s ears—the rumbling groans of the seas as frothy white mauls crashed against its sides, lifting them high and pummeling them down in swift moments near disorienting; the whistling of ropes unlacing and growing taunt; the shouts and beats of sailors as hurried toward this task or that; the hissing of the masts and the cracking of the sails as the winds snapped them full with air. And beyond, the fog combed through the deep blue-gray waters, slow-moving fingers that trailed as lightly as a lover across their beloved’s scars. Absentmindedly, she wondered how many scars did the sea bare? And soon after that - did the stroking touch of the fog aid them in the easing of the hurt? Perhaps it was happenstance that she had been staring at Amayian’s back when the thought came to her.
Thank you so much for the tag and I'm so sorry I was late with this.
I'm tagging back @aymayzing, but also @this-is-something-idk-what, @lordwoolselytaxservices, @noeldressari, @bigfan-fanfic, and @thebookworm0001
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Thinking about if Amayian and Leliana got together in Origins and Leliana has the twins after the Blight the fact that Jac wouldn’t be called Jac and likely Dorothea, and Leliana dealing with the pain of saying Dorothea and thinking about Justinia in Inquisition
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This has immense Amayian vibes with Leliana.
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I can't think of a specific question right now but I'd love to know more about your Inquisitor x Leliana headcanons. For any or all of your Inquisitors.
Aw. Thank you for the asks!
I have two Inquisitors whom I primarily ship with Leliana.
The oldest, and perhaps dearest to me in my heart, is Alexandra Trevelyan, but there is also Amayian Trevelyan, too.
Alexandra Trevelyan and Leliana
Alexandra was intrigued by Leliana when she first saw her, and it grew even more when Leliana called for seeking aid from the rebel mages than the Templars, which she assumed some of the Chantry like Leliana would have been more supported of.
Alexandra helps Leliana rekindle her love for stories. It is less that Alexandra pesters her to tell stories, but in this case it is Leliana who is hearing stories - the ones born when Alexandra explored the Fade during her time in the Circle, and Free Marcher and Orlesian tales she heard from her mother and father.
Although Alexandra is constantly seen by her fans (primarily my friends, lol) as being suave and seductive, when it came to getting Leliana to fall in love, it was less seductive (though it did play a role), and more earnestly on Alexandra's part. The poor mage is incredibly stubborn, and although she does not know Leliana like Josephine, she sees kindness in her, glimpsed between the cracks Leliana provides every once and a while. It makes her all the more interested in Leliana.
Leliana herself found Alexandra amusing, a pleasant past-time. Alexandra's wit endeared her, and both are increadibly work-oriented, so Alexandra often worked with her in the Rookery, aiding each other in the others report, and Leliana giving her advice as a good advisor is meant to do. It started expand from there.
For Amayian Trevelyan and Leliana
Leliana and Amayian actually met in Origins. During his time at the Circle, Amayian had a prophetic dream (born from his reincarnated soul of Andraste) that urged him to go south, to find a flaming rose upon a mountain of ash. This lead him to escape Ostwick to Ferelden, around the time the Battle of Ostagar occured, and when Loghain closed off the kingdom. Without much to go off on, in a foriegn land, Amayian sort of migrated, trying to head to the mountains. One night, he was found by the Warden and the co. and taken in.
Leliana fretted over him constantly in Origins. Amayian was just a boy, just shy of nineteen, who seemed to take everything too seriously and who had an emptiness in his eyes that endeared her to him.
Because of this, Leliana and the Warden nearly always sat by him. He almost became the Origins' crew little brother, though Amayian himself was uncomfortable with the situation and really didn't know how to react to it all.
One night, when Leliana was singing, Amayian heard an Orlesian lullaby being strummed by her lyre, and sang the song quietly to himself, because it was a similar song his mother sang to him when he was a babe.
This, of course, excited Leliana. She was finally getting something out of the mule-head. Gently and softly, she would push him to sing, and Leliana allowed him to toy with his lyre, teaching him how to play it.
Of course, Amayian fell. And he fell hard. And he didn't know what falling meant. He did not understand why his throat clamped shut and his heart raced. At one point, he went to Wynne, saying that he thinks he's having a heartattck.
Wynne found it absolutely amusing and tried to reassure him that these things were natural.
That only made him more stubborn. No it wasn't. He never had such a feeling before. He never once looked at a person and felt sweat gather on his forehead, touch the back of his neck. He didn't know why his eyes lingered when she smiled and why he liked hearing her laughter. He was afraid something was wrong with him.
Especially since the Warden and Leliana was in love.
Amayian also has a great fear of healing magic. His own failure to aid in his mother's bleeding when she was dying from blood-loss made him fear his healing powers. This became a point of contention because at one point Amayian did heal Leliana...but when the Warden was bleeding after the battle, Amayian froze up, and he fled.
This caused Leliana to be confused and angry with him. The confusion soon gave away and anger swiftly took over as the years gone by and her failures to find him, or the others to find him.
Fast-forward a decade later in Inquisition, and Leliana is both relieved and angry that this young boy is alive.
And who told him he could get so tall, anyway?
And she wants to be angry at him. But there is that boy she knows still there, even if he has gotten colder, his eyes harder.
She was willing to burn down a village. But how could she let this Amayian do that? This boy who was one of the first to draw his staff to defend her from Marjolaine's assassins, who took a dragonlings' claw to his back to save her.
Let her be burned, Maker, but leave the poor boy be.
And their relationship kinda expands from there. Both wanting to heal the other, but thinking themselves unworthy of healing.
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Thinking how in beginning of Inquisition, Amayian needs to get new clothes since he’s old ones tended to be far too short or small on him, and the absolute teasing Leliana would do to him.
Amayian: “Is this really necessary?”
Leliana: “Don’t pout! You look adorable.”
Amayian: “I’m not pouting?”
Leliana: “Shush, and put this on.”
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WIP Wednesday
This piece is a constitution of the WIP uploaded the previous day. some changes were made, but overall I have aided more!
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Above the withering gray wall of fog, the black walls of Ostwick rose like pillars of night from the snowy earth. The sounds of the seas were in Leliana’s ears—the rumbling groans of the seas as frothy white mauls crashed against its sides, lifting them high and pummeling them down in swift moments near disorienting; the whistling of ropes unlacing and growing taunt; the shouts and beats of sailors as hurried toward this task or that; the hissing of the masts and the cracking of the sails as the winds snapped them full with air. And beyond, the fog combed through the deep blue-gray waters, slow-moving fingers that trailed as lightly as a lover across their beloved’s scars. Absentmindedly, she wondered how many scars did the sea bare? And soon after that—did the stroking touch of the fog aid them in the easing of the hurt?
Perhaps it was happenstance that she had been staring at Amayian’s back when the thought came to her.
Leliana had found him standing there before the sun slipped a ruddy finger over the horizon and across the waters, his eyes fixated northward as the thin lace of white grew thick and lumbering. The wind had been in his hair, dark wavy curls writhing as the salty air grasped and tugged, flowing like some veil of night speckled with the starlight of sea-spray. The tails of his long black coat danced lightly along the wooden panels of the ship, the sleeves drawn back past his elbows, revealing the white cotton shirt beneath, dabbled with gray from splashing water. A fine embroidery silver latticed across them, in swirling vines blossoming with forked leaves; trailing and lost as they reached the cuffed coat-arms. Standing there, frozen, with only that shifting wind grasping at his hair and his coat, one would think he was a statue with all the shades of living men.
A thought flitted through her mind, a soft voice she had nearly forgotten. One bounded in warmth and fitted for smiles. The tones dragged scrapping daggers deep across her chest, leaving a burning ache at her heart. He always seemed like a statue, didn’t he?
Yes, she admitted, the words a long drawl, wary to leave the iron chains confining her mind. Always wanted to draw the first watch. Amayian Trevelyan had already been an eager sort, in actions to say the least. In everything else, well…When it came to words, those seemed lost to him.
The gentle voice chimed, laughing. Remember when we tried to have him tell an Orlesian tale.
Something close to a twitch tickled the corner of her mouth. Oh, yes. She recalled that one. A poor attempt, in truth. He had all the story-telling ability of a boulder, all stone and solid truths. Zevran had not allowed him to live it down, even if the poor boy had no idea why the ending - And then he died - was a terrible conclusion. There was no fervor in those stories, even if she could tell that he was told the story faithfully - perhaps too faithfully for her taste, but it was an amusing one still. And he had been so quiet then. Shy was not quite the right word. Detached, withdrawn, even dour. But not surly. Unfriendly, but not grumpy or mean-spirited. Perhaps when I teased him a little about a jest that soared well over his head, but there was nothing angry in his voice. Only neat confusion. Always neat, that one.
Leliana was not sure which voices spoke, the Sister or the Nightingale. The tones mangled to one, one fond, the other edged close to hardness. But the memories stirred, quiet at first before rushing like a cliff-climbing wave cast by the sea. Violet and blue skies jeweled in stars; amber flames twirling with the sudden sputters of a racing song; a lanky boy with thick curls that touched the ends of his ears but grew as time went on, almost shaggy. But neatness, despite it all—neatness in his words, in his precise, measured actions, even for a boy of nineteen. No, Amayian Trevelyan was never mean-spirited, even when warranted. He was not much of anything, to be true—neither happy or sad, angry or shamed. When Leliana dug her fingers deep enough, hints could be caught, dragged slowly out to be examined. Most had been a glimmer of a blush tracing the outlines of faint dark freckles on olive skin, a quietness in the voice when she leaned close and fixed the positioning of his fingers as she taught him how to strum a lyre properly, where to settle it in his grasp, how to hear the wrongness of a certain plucked note. And the blush was the greatest struggle of all not to tease him. Perhaps she had feared that if she did so, he would settle—never cast away—the lyre onto the ground, thank her for the lesson, and pull away from everything Leliana had tried so hard to bring out, and return to the icy greetings that marked his tone when he first joined Enasalin and Ralia and the others. But he never did. He simply took it, knowing or unknowing what the words meant in truth. As if it was to be expected, as if he could ascertain some points that he could use.
The cold voice traced a dagger along her spine, slow, methodical. To use what? To serve. And when service did finally come, what did he do? He fled, like some coward. There was no mockingness in that tone from the Nightingale—from Leliana’s self—but merely the truth. Amayian had been so…eager…to follow whatever Enasalin or the others gave him requests to be complete. But when Leliana had needed him, truly needed him, she saw for a moment hesitation, and soon after the confusion in that hesitation, in those guileless eyes that were as smooth and clear as glass in a mirror. And then he turned, and ran. Ran from Leliana. Ran from Enasalin.
Her hand drifted for a moment to her stomach, felt the cold of her chainmail despite the leather gloves, reaching out to her—the grief and the pain of childbirth. Her children. Their children. Born from a foolish moment of weakness, on both of their parts. At times, she wondered if she used him…
Just like Marjolaine.
Leliana closed her eyes, drew her stomach-resting hand into a fist, and for a moment felt a coil of shame in her heart, clogging her throat. She remembered those nights well enough, the fear in her heart when she saw the bloody ruin of his back from where the dragonling’s claws racked him from near his neck down the length, all torn flesh and pulsing blood, strips of scarlet and peeled pink and white across deep olive skin. She remembered the azure glow of Wynne’s magic, the trickles of sweat crawling down her temple, falling between the deeply creased furrow of her eyebrows. She remembered the shallow breaths of his shoulders and chest, the slickness of his hair drenched in sweat, the small lines as flashes of pain crawled over his features. And the heat. She remembered the heat, worse of all. Living fire was his skin, scorching the palm of Leliana’s skin that she nearly feared her skin would slough off and leave her bones cracked and shattered. For days and nights she sat by his side, offering him to drink, feeding him only the smallest pieces of meat and bread that he could keep down, all while the pain slithered across features, as if a thousand arrows struck him over and over again.
But in time, the pain receded and the strength returned to him, slowly and surely. A truly slow progress, but progress nevertheless. And I never once left his side. The anger striked out with the hissing snap of a viper. Leliana gave him water to drink and food he could keep down, tiny chunks of bread softened in carrot and vegetable soup, sprinkled with small slivers of meat hunted by Sten—and Sten had seemed more determined than in any hunt to find something for him to eat. The softie. Still, she stayed by his side, when only fears could give her comfort as no other words could.
And how angry she had been when she had awoken one night to see him sitting up from his bed roll, staring down at her with those quiet fiery eyes, a warm copper, the soft fire of a hearth within the white storm of winter. And he had apologized for waking her, and that her nose crinkled and she would release a small whenever he shifted away from her cuddles. And though anger stirred twisted in her heart, relief swarmed her limbs like swelling streams of music, light and warm and leaping. And my arms had wrapped around him. Words were spoken too, bitter and cracking with the lingering fear scratching at her throat and wettening her eyes. But Leliana could not recall the exact words, all gray blurs and distant murmurs in her mind. The only thing she could recall, between those long stretches of mist, was her lips against his face, leaving countless kisses upon his skin, and his questions of, “Were you harmed?”
Always concerned for others, she thought, lips thinning even as a flicker of a smile threatened to break across her face. And when I asked if he was okay, all that concern melted out of him, filled with excuses. That the wounds would heal—they always do. Or the pain has receded to a small thrumming along his back, but he can still fight if need be. Whatever was required for us. But never for him. And still, he drew her in, and things sped beyond either of their controls, fueled by the worries in their hearts. He had been unaware, inexperienced, but always ready to learn. Whenever there was a task ahead, all things were fixated upon that alone. And it had Amayian who pressed eagerly against her body, slipping Leliana slipped on his lap, cradling his face in her hands, rubbing at the line of his cheekbones, capturing the sculpture of his features with her fingers and palms. And she recalled his words, slicing like an arrow piercing the air, unlike any other. Allow me to ease your worry.
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Me: Amayian and Leliana would be very cute in Origins.
Also me: Me overthinks the moral dilemma in which Leliana would feels about Amayian, thinking she used him just like his family during their relationship, while also getting accidentally impregnated by Amayian.
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Leliana had found him standing there before the sun slipped a ruddy finger over the horizon and across the waters, his eyes fixated northward as the thin lace of white grew thick and lumbering. The wind had been in his hair, dark wavy curls writhing as the salty air grasped and tugged, flowing like some veil of night speckled with the starlight of sea-spray. The tails of his long black coat danced lightly along the wooden panels of the ship, the sleeves drawn back past his elbows, revealing the white cotton shirt beneath, dabbled with gray from splashing water. A fine embroidery silver latticed across them, in swirling vines blossoming with forked leaves; trailing and lost as they reached the cuffed coat-arms. Standing there, frozen, with only that shifting wind grasping at his hair and his coat, one would think he was a statue with all the shades of living men.
A thought flitted through her mind, a soft voice she had nearly forgotten. One bounded in warmth and fitted for smiles. The tones dragged scrapping daggers deep across her chest, leaving a burning ache at her heart. He always seemed like a statue, didn’t he?
Yes, she admitted, the words a long drawl, wary to leave the iron chains confining her mind. Always wanted to draw the first watch. Amayian Trevelyan had already been an eager sort, in actions to say the least. In everything else, well…When it came to words, those seemed lost to him.
The gentle voice chimed, laughing. Remember when we tried to have him tell an Orlesian tale.
Something close to a twitch tickled the corner of her mouth. Oh, yes. She recalled that one. A poor attempt, in truth. He had all the story-telling ability of a boulder, all stone and truths. Zevran had not allowed him to live it down, even if the poor boy had no idea why the ending - And then he died - was a terrible conclusion. There was no fervor in those stories, even if she could tell that he was told the story faithfully - perhaps too faithfully for her taste, but it was an amusing one still. And he had been so quiet then. Shy was not quite the right word. Detached, withdrawn, even dour. But not surly. Unfriendly, but not grumpy or mean-spirited. Perhaps when I teased him a little about a jest that soared well over his head, but there was nothing angry in his voice. Only neat confusion. Always neat, that one.
Leliana was not sure which voices spoke, the Sister or the Nightingale. The tones mangled to one, one fond, the other edged close to hardness. But the memories stirred, quiet at first before rushing like a cliff-climbing wave cast by the sea. Violet and blue skies jeweled in stars; amber flames twirling with the sudden sputters of a racing song; a lanky boy with thick curls that touched the ends of his ears but grew as time went on, almost shaggy. But neatness, despite it all—neatness in his words, in his precise, measured actions, even for a boy of nineteen. No, Amayian Trevelyan was never mean-spirited, even when warranted. He was not much of anything, to be true—neither happy or sad, angry or shamed. When Leliana dug her fingers deep enough, hints could be caught, dragged slowly out to be examined. Most had been a glimmer of a blush tracing the outlines of faint dark freckles on olive skin, a quietness in the voice when she leaned close and fixed the positioning of his fingers as she taught him how to strum a lyre properly, where to settle it in his grasp, how to hear the wrongness of a certain plucked note. And the blush was the greatest struggle of all not to tease him. Perhaps she had feared that if she did so, he would settle—never cast away—the lyre onto the ground, thank her for the lesson, and pull away from everything Leliana had tried so hard to bring out, and return to the icy greetings that marked his tone when he first joined Enasalin and Ralia and the others. But he never did. He simply took it, knowing or unknowing what the words meant in truth. As if it was to be expected, as if he could ascertain some points that he could use. The cold voice traced a dagger along her spine, slow, methodical. To use what? To serve. And when service did finally come, what did he do? He fled, like some coward. There was no mockingness in that tone from the Nightingale—from Leliana’s self—but merely the truth. Amayian had been so…eager…to follow whatever Enasalin or the others had him to do. But when Leliana had needed him, truly needed him, she saw for a moment hesitation, and soon after the confusion in that hesitation, in those guileless eyes that were as smooth and clear as glass in a mirror. And then he turned, and ran. Ran from Leliana. Ran from Enasalin.
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You know if I wasn’t so much of a coward (aka had I thought about it when I first met Amayian), I could had made the Warden, Leliana, and Amayian in a poly, or made the Warden Amayian’s bisexual awakening, with all the conflicted troubles that would cause. Perhaps I will still do that. Who knows.
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The great thing about having Amayian romance Leliana (or technically, the other way around in reality) in Origins is the fact that Leliana, while absolutely endearing and adorable, has some interesting flirts that would fly over Amayian's head.
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