#cassandra pentaghast imagine

[fandom-go-round]

You don't usually keep requests open this long but if they are indeed still open, can I get soft sex with Cassandra Pentaghast please? ty 🙏

Fun Fact: I love Cassandra Pentaghast. She’s my wife and the only thing better would be if Varric could join us I mean –

Warnings: Sex, Sexual Situations, Oral Sex, Groping, Mild Biting, Soft Sex, Established Relationship

            Cassandra was exhausted, that was easy to see. She had just returned from the Hissing Wastes with the Inquisitor and she looked dead on her feet. You had already called for a bath before she got home but you jumped up from your bed. You figured she would stop here before going back to her room above the forge but it didn’t look like she would be heading back.

            “Welcome home.” She could only muster a half smile at your words, letting you take her bag and groaning when she saw the bath still steaming. She stripped quickly and efficiently, sliding into the water with a sigh. You got to work unpacking her bag, setting things in their usual spot while she soaked. You didn’t bother her, content to have her back in your space after so long apart.

            Cassandra stayed in the water until it went cold, rising reluctantly and getting dressed in her night clothes. You had slipped out a while ago to grab dinner for her and she smiled when she saw the small feast you had gathered.

            “You didn’t have to do all this.” She was half scolding, voice fond and eyes soft as she sat across from you. You smiled back, reaching out to squeeze her hand.

            “I want to, I’ve missed you.” You chuckled as her face flushed at your words and she scoffed, settling across from you. You chatted as she ate, some of Cassandra’s energy returning. You shared a bottle of wine and she looked ready to sleep sitting up. You moved towards the bed without saying anything, Cassandra following after.

            You only meant to give her a quick peck but Cassandra was having none of it, fingers sinking into your hair to pull you closer. It had been weeks since you kissed her and you couldn’t stop yourself from leaning closer. One kiss turned into two, two into three and soon you lost count, pulling back once you needed air.

            You had rolled on top of her and leaned back, her fingers digging into your hips. You didn’t hesitate again, kissing down her neck and giving a bite. Cassandra groaned, arms flexing but not pushing you off. One of her hands tugged on your shoulders and you pulled back to look at her again. A mix of regret and shame flickered across her face, her hand cupping your check.

            “As much I want to my love, I don’t- tonight I can’t-“ You understood what she was struggling to say, her words dissolving into wordless, frustrated sounds. She was too tired to fuck tonight, even if she wanted to. You grabbed her hand, kissing her wrist and the scowl on her face eased.

            “I want to help you, if you’ll let me. I don’t need anything tonight.”

            “I wouldn’t ask you to-“ You cut off her offended tone, your voice soothing.

            “You didn’t ask, I’m offering.” You gave her time to think, stroking the back of her hand with your thumb as she thought. You weren’t going to pressure her, but you knew she slept better after orgasming and you were more than willing to help her out.

            “… if you truly don’t mind.” The eagerness has returned to her face and you grinned, wiggling your eyebrows slightly.

            “Oh, I’m more than willing to help a gorgeous woman out.” Cassandra opened her mouth to argue but instead she moaned, your hands groping eagerly at her chest. She pressed closer into your palms; her head thrown back to show off her neck. Beautiful.

            You continued to play with her nipples over she shirt as you moved down, kissing her stomach and thighs before peeling her sleep pants off. Her fingers dug into your shoulders but you didn’t mind; she could easily stop you if she wanted.

            You sucked and nipped at her thighs, Cassandra’s legs bracketing your head. You groaned as her thighs held your head, hearing slightly muffled. She wasn’t the loudest lover, but she was louder tonight than usual. You didn’t mind; she could let everyone know she was home with you if she wanted.

            She was already wet when you parted her folds, dark curls damp. You placed a gentle kiss on her clit, smirking as her hips jerked. You glanced up to see her watching you, pupils blown wide. You gave her one last loving smile before starting to eat her out.

            Her moans were muffled by her thighs, but it was easy to tell she was enjoying herself. You watched, eye half-lidded, as you swirled your tongue against her clit. You slid two fingers into her and she swore, grinding against your face. It was hard to breathe but you didn’t stop, pushing your fingers as far as you could and sucking hard.

            Cassandra let one of her legs fall and you groaned; she was playing with her tits, dark eyes locked on your mouth. You placed a loud, smacking kiss on her clit before going back to sucking and drawing circles.

            Tomorrow, you might tease her about how fast she came. Maybe something about letting herself get pent up, but right now it was one of the hottest things you’ve ever seen. Cassandra came with a half shout, thighs slamming against your ears and fingers pushing your head down. You groaned, ignoring the heat between your legs to extend her orgasm, only stopping once her legs went slack.

            You pulled back to see her panting, one arm thrown over her eyes. She was perfect and your heart soared; she was home and safe. You placed one last kiss on her leg before getting up to grab a warm wash cloth. She was almost asleep when you returned, body boneless and breathing even. She only stirred a little as you wiped her down, curling onto her side once you were done.

            You slid into bed next to her, smiling at her sleeping face. You leaned over and kissed her forehead, Cassandra giving a half smile. Tomorrow, you would let her pamper you; tonight was all about her.

[sparemoon]

RELEASE THE DA2 VARRIC ROMANCE ENDING BIOWARE

[traaanskimkitsuragi]

inner circle

[dankinthedas]

iron bull: You know, Seeker, your style doesn’t have to be so defensive.

cassandra: Excuse me?

iron bull: You’ve got armor. Let ‘em scratch the paint a bit. You can wind up for a shot that’ll really ring their bell. Some part of you wants to just cut loose. I can feel the frustration in your swings. You need any help with that frustration back at camp, let me know.

cassandra: It’s never going to happen.

iron bull: Apologies for giving offense. I will stop making invitations, Seeker.

cassandra: I was not offended, nor did I say you should stop… so long as we’re both clear it’s never happening.

iron bull: Works for me!

OLD CRESTWOOD | CRESTWOOD

[vaguely-concerned]

can't wait for adaar to come back to cassandra after a decade of being best friends with dorian 'thedas' nr 1 mortaboo necrostan' pavus and then hanging out with a bunch of mourn watchers through all of veilguard and embracing her like 'I love and support you more than anyone in this world and whatever you needed from them that you didn't get I'll wrestle dragons and fight gods to give you now, my love, my lighthouse, my safest place to stand. but I must regretfully report that your folks fucking ROCK actually I think dorian was right about this one'

[lelianasbong]

trying to decide if it would be funnier to romance cassandra as a reaver or a necromancer. i want her in the chantry saying 'please god send me an angel. the nicest one you have' and this mf walks in covered in blood

[sxrensxngwrites]

Spirit Inquisitor Headcanons

This ask comes from an anonymous user who asks: "I was wondering if I could request the inner circle reaction towards finding out that their inquisitor is a spirit like Cole, like first meeting them and how'd they get along with them or how would they treat the Quizzy after finding out, maybe the inquisitor is a 'Hope' spirit since in lore it stated Hope and Faith are very rare spirits so maybe the Inquisitor was attracted to the real world due to the hope of both templar and mages in the conclave"

I absolutely ADORED this ask and had so much fun with it. I'm even entertained by the idea of an actual oneshot or fic... And for those of you that sent in other requests, I see them! Just getting to them slowly.

WARNINGS/TAGS: Inquisitor is referred to in the 3rd person with they/them pronouns as to keep it open for everyone, Hawke has a mention and uses she/her pronouns, There's a small mention on Anders and Justice/Vengence, most of this is sweet/fluffy in my opinion

The Inquisitor wasn’t always a spirit. In the grand scheme of things, the change has been fairly new–at least compared to Cole.

They went to the Conclave to watch the discussions between the mages and the templars. Unlike many others, they were hopeful for new beginnings and opportunities that would occur as a result. However, after the Conclave exploded, they were one of the many to be caught by the wreckage.

The Fade was already very thin at the site of the explosion, due to the nature of its cause. So, it’s not unreasonable for spirits to pass through. It’s not long before a spirit of Hope finds its way through one of the many rifts, it hopeful of the same thing that the Inquisitor wanted. Having similar wants, the spirit of Hope merges with the body of the would-be Inquisitor.

When they awake, they have no recollection of who they were before—only filled with a strange sense of levity despite the awful situation they’re in. They’re a bit uncoordinated, almost like a large child that isn’t quite sure what they’re supposed to do just yet. However, after the journey to the Breach alongside Cassandra, they become more in tune with the skills of who they used to be. 

In the beginning everyone is very quick to dismiss the strange behavior of the Inquisitor, chalking it up to them being shaken up from the Breach or some sort of residual magic left within them. However, as time goes on and they don’t seem to be recovering any memories, suspicions begin to arise. However, they’re such a sweet and optimistic soul, dedicated to leading the cause, that no one can stay put-off by them.

When Cole appears, there’s an immediate connection. The two are so similar it’s almost eerie. Neither seems to know exactly what they are, but they know that they are like each other. Hope and Compassion easily find a place alongside each other, and this uncanny similarity is what begins to raise Cassandra’s red flags—that it’s not just amnesia or a strange personality trait of the Inquisitor’s.

At Skyhold, the implications become far more severe. When the Inquisitor’s family writes letters and sends for them, they simply tell Josephine that they’re not quite sure who those people are or what they want. Their mother only says that the Inquisitor has the face and name of their child, but there’s a strange absence of everything else. 

It’s Hawke who points it out to Varric. From the moment she meets the Inquisitor she can identify what’s wrong. At first she could never tell when Anders was truly Anders or when Justice and Vengeance had seeped into his mind, but by this point it’s burned enough into her mind that she can see it in the Inquisitor. Of course, it’s different here: whoever the Inquisitor was before, they’re very much dead—Hope now piloting the body. Hawke is relieved that they’re not fighting over control on the inside; that has been Anders’ demise after all. Varric doesn’t want to admit the similarities, too afraid to face the same situation again.

When it becomes clear that the Inquisitor is dead and they’re actually a spirit of hope, reactions are mixed among the Inner Circle. 

Cassandra is very off-put initially. The concept scares her a great deal, but she eventually comes to terms with it. After all, she had begun to respect the Inquisitor for their devotion to the future. That respect couldn’t disappear at the mention of a spirit. The same could be said of Blackwall. Leliana and Josephine are also puzzled, but I think they’re both more open to it than Cassandra.

Cullen is admittedly very afraid. He’s still apprehensive of anything spirit-related since that night at the Circle Tower. However, he is won over by seeing the caring nature of the Inquisitor—and their hope for him on his journey to wellness.

Vivienne reacts very similarly to how she reacts to Cole. She’s ready to pull her support of the Inquisition immediately, but there is something about the Inquisitor that’s very endearing to her. I think their devotion to help her, even after she treated them so rudely, was enough to get her to stay.

The Inquisitor being a spirit makes no difference to Sera, Dorian, or The Iron Bull. They’ve certainly seen or heard of stranger things.

The relationship the Inquisitor has with Solas is very deep and profound. He seems to understand what’s happened almost immediately, and encourages the Inquisitor to touch into their spirit-side. Of course, he educates them on their origins and the Fade. They even journey there together many times.

Varric is still haunted by the image of Anders, so he’s hesitant to fall back into their friendship. However, after some encouragement from Hawke, he does his best to continue interacting with the Inquisitor again. It’s then that Varric realizes that he never knew who came before, but he does very much know he’s talking to in that moment—his friend, the Inquisitor.

And of course, Cole and the Inquisitor are virtually inseparable. They share such a strange coincidence, that it’s only natural they get along so well. They each understand the other and their own personal confusions, providing support for the other as they battle with the question of Who am I? 

It takes a while for everyone to get used to saying it out loud: that whoever the Inquisitor used to be was actually dead a long time ago and that they had been inhabited by a spirit for as long as they had known them. But after they say it out loud, they realize it doesn’t make too much of a difference. Just as Varric realizes, everyone else does too; Their friend isn’t the body, but the Hope inhabiting it.

[jenn0wow]

WIP of Shia my lavellan inquisitor who I’m forcibly romancing Cassandra with 🫶

She’s also a dragon hunter

[wolfsong-the-bloody-beast]

[dareactions]

Absolutely thrilled to find this blog, love everything I've read so far.

Tis the season and all, can I get romanced cassandra reaction about a trans man lavellan being nervous about not being enough for her? 🥲 A mage specifically, if that matters any.

gently holding my fellow trans ppl by the face, we are enough. just know that, ok? also thank u for enjoying my blog omg.

Cassandra has to stop herself from laughing. The idea is honestly that absolutely outlandish to her. The idea that the man she loves isn't enough because of something like this makes her frown, eyebrow raised and a noise of pure disagreement escapes her. His shoulders sag slightly; as if she's scorned him with a thousand suns and Cassandra has never in her life really felt pain like the one that appears in her chest in that moment.

''My love, you're more than enough.'' She quickly speaks up, hand reaching out to grab his hand to keep him from running off as her Inquisitor loves to do; if only he spent as much time re-thinking his opinion of himself as he did scaring Solas by dropping from great heights- perhaps she wouldn't have to write an internal list of people to hit.

''Did anyone say otherwise? Because if they did-'' He interrupts her with raised hands, sighing and glancing to the side nervously. ''No, they didn't, Cassandra. If they did I think you'd hear about it faster than I could even find you.'' The Inquisitor sighs, rubbing his face. ''I just-'' The noise he makes, makes Cassandra want to hold on and never let go. ''It's hard not to think about it. I talked about it a bit with Krem and it's just so difficult to feel like you pass enough for people as it is. And I just don't want you to wake up wondering why me.''

Cassandra takes a moment. She lets the words turn and tumble in her mind, frown growing deeper by the second. ''You've saved my life. You've found poetry books just to read them for me, you've held me in your arms and said you love me and that is more than enough for me. As for passing- I can't say I understand these things entirely.''

''You and Krem are some of my first contact with this, and I probably will say a thousand things I shouldn't but, do know I don't see you as anything but the man you are. What you were born as has no weight on that if you tell me the situation is otherwise.'' Cassandra squeezes his hand gently, biting the inside of her cheek. ''There's no criteria or outline on how to be a man. No matter how much some might try to say otherwise.'' She can't even help the scoff she lets out at the mere thought of some of the Chantry members attitudes about the matter.

''Anyone wishes to argue otherwise, can gladly travel the fade, fight Archdemons, save the world, and master one of the most intricate teachings for mages before he dares to say he is more of a man than you.''

[animezinglife]

Scenario: The Inquisitor reading Cassandra poetry by candlelight as she soaks in a hot bubble bath, completely in the present and entirely unbothered.

It's late. They both have some aches and bruises from their last fight, but they're alive. Safe. Together.

He reads to her quietly, and she listens, partially lost in thought.

She's too tired to roll her eyes. Too tired to make a comment about his [once again] ridiculous choice in poetry. Instead, she has a small, peaceful, serene smile.

None of it matters. She's found her ideal.

[fandom-go-round]

I have so many Varric and Cassandra fics in my mind for November, I want some help and input, thank you!

Everything would be a multi part story/snip it's of stories. Also, I assume people prefer third person to second for Dragon Age but please let me know!

[eobard-thawne]

she is actually psychotic

[potatoesandsunshine]

this particular AU will never make it out of outlining but like. god you really had to be there

[vigilskeep]

imagine being cassandra pentaghast rushing for the breach and your prisoner stops to mine iron like for real out of the ground

[sxrensxngwrites]

The Inner Circle Crushing on Someone from a Different Background -- Part One

this request comes from anon, who asks: 'Head canons for the main dragon age squard (if you feel up to it of course!!!!) About them crushing on someone from a different background (example: cullen and someone rich)'

I ended up splitting this up because I got carried away... my bad. If you want any of these to be revisited or you want me to go into more detail, feel free to shoot me another ask! The same can be said you want DA characters from different games. I ended up omitting the portion of the post with Solas, Varric, and Vivienne for various reasons, but if anyone wants to see those: please send me an ask and i'll try my best to get to it.

Part One (Blackwall, Cassandra, Cole) Part Two (Cullen, Dorian, The Iron Bull) Part Three (Josephine, Leliana, Sera)

BLACKWALL:

Blackwall is a good example of “you can’t teach an old dog new tricks”. Or that’s what he thinks at least. Despite his efforts to join in on the group atmosphere in the Inner Circle of Inquisition, I think he sticks to what he knows best: being on his own. 

In the instance of meeting his opposite, I don’t think it’s necessarily someone from a different social or economic standing (although that could be true as well). In this case, Blackwall meets someone who is the embodiment of community. Someone who truly believes that being around like-minded individuals brings out the best in everyone–someone who believes in second chances and inclusion. Said someone would also be less militant than Blackwall, likely having grown up in a community or place that didn’t require them to be fighting at every chance.

When Blackwall begins to catch feelings, he thinks it’s a pipe dream. To him, it’s unreasonable that someone like him–a liar, stuck in self-imposed exile–would be deserving of someone so open minded and forgiving. He shoves every thought he has away, resorting to isolating himself more. He doesn’t want to ruin anything else.

His crush, being someone that believes in inclusion, would refuse to leave Blackwall out (even not knowing the circumstances of his isolation). They would pull him right back into the fray of the Inner Circle and whatever shenanigans they get into in between quests. Their insistence on including Blackwall makes him believe that he really might have a chance after all.

CASSANDRA:

Cassandra has an interesting relationship with her social status. She’s technically in line for the Nevarran throne, but she wanted nothing to do with the nobility. She gave up that claim and gave herself to the Seekers of Truth–but even there she couldn’t remain unremarkable. Cassandra is so good at most everything she does, so she finds standing at the right hand of Divine Justinia. 

Cassandra would likely find interest in someone who came from a different station than she did: humble beginnings and no titles. She finds it refreshing. There’s no nonsensical rituals that need to be done every time they speak, and the lack of formality makes her feel like she’s being treated like a real person. For her to even develop feelings in the first place, the object of her affection would need to be able to stand on their own–she likes someone who doesn’t hide behind orders, organizations, and titles.

When Cassandra meets anyone at all, she doesn’t dare bring up her family name. This is especially the case with someone who catches her interest–and especially if they have nothing to do with the nobility at all. Cassandra wants to be perceived for herself and her skills, rather than the family that has come before her. Not to mention, getting Cassandra to talk about her family history takes a considerable amount of trust.

It takes months of traveling together for Cassandra to begin to let her walls down. When she sees that this person she might have feelings for can be their own person, fights for what they believe in, and stands up against the unjust, she starts to let her own walls down. Sharing her past, her family and her titles is the next step for her–it’s probably the best sign of trust you could get from her. That trust is enough for her to see her crush in a serious light–that this is someone who understands her for who she is, rather than where she came from. 

COLE:

Cole’s origins are so different from the rest of the Inner Circle, having been the amalgamation of a spirit and a human boy. He doesn’t really remember the life that preceded him joining the Inquisition, and his days are shaped by the people that he’s helped rather than the things that happened. Everything about him is rough around the edges since he was never taught much of anything.

When Cole meets his crush, many of the Inner Circle think it’s a disaster waiting to happen–of course he decided to fall for someone with a very prestigious upbringing. They have a noble background and were always taught to be on their best behavior. Even around their friends, they’re formal and use proper titles. It takes a while for it to begin to wear off (only after Varric has insisted that it’s okay that they use first names).

Cole is immediately attracted to them. He doesn’t entirely understand the formalities, but the way that they speak to him on the same level as they do everyone else makes him feel special. That’s how it begins; He enjoys being treated with respect. They’ll even call him “Ser Cole” even though he doesn’t have a real title. And to them, Cole’s interest in everything is adorable. It’s so different from all the possible matches in the nobility. They often turn their noses up at everything, but Cole seems to find joy in even the smallest things.

The relationship begins smoothly. Most of the Inner Circle thinks it’s sweet, so there’s little objection. It’s likely the family of Cole’s love that objects. When they meet, Cole is immediately overwhelmed–all the unspoken rules that are going over his head, and the copious feelings he’s hearing all at once. The evening is a disaster, likely culminating in a family member saying something heinous to Cole. After that Cole begins to think that maybe he’s not worthy of loving someone like them, that it’d be easier to give it up just so he’d never have to do that again. Yet, his love finds meaning in the smaller things, and they’re willing to give up everything they grew up with if it means getting to stay with Cole.

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE