Late Night Comfort (Morrigan x Reader)
Warnings: Angst and fluff
After another bad breakup, you go to your bestfriend for comfort, when something snaps into place.
I run away, tears falling down my face as I make my way through the beautiful streets of Velaris.
I couldn’t notice any of its beauty right now, not as my now ex-girlfriends words were ringing through my head.
We had been having a discussion once again about letting people know about our relationship. I had told her when we first got together that I wasn’t, and might never be ready to be out about anyone I loved.
“You’re selfish Y/N. This isn’t just some fling anymore, I actually love you!”
Those words were the killing blow. I knew after that, that no matter how much I wanted her to understand, she would never believe me when I told her that my reluctance to let people see in was the reason, and not her.
I had still fought for her though, because I loved her. I mean, I thought I loved her.
Now… I wasn’t so sure. I was still sad, but I also felt surprisingly empty, like part of me had already moved on.
Maybe it was because I knew this had been coming for a while. The way she tried to hint to her friends that we were more than we appeared, her attempts to plant kisses on my cheek in public places.
So maybe I had known, but I still had hoped. Hope that someone would understand.
I made my way up to the front door of my friend, Morrigan. She had been with me through every bad breakup, partied the nights away with me until I was too drunk to remember why I had been sad in the first place.
So I knocked on her door, hard enough to wake the neighbors up from a dead sleep.
Normally I wouldn’t wake her up at such a late hour, but it felt almost as if there was a string tugging me towards her. It was like that sometimes, like we were connected, she understood me so well sometimes it scared me.
As I wait for her to answer, I huff a laugh as I think of the first time I met her, how dorky I was and the gigantic crush I had on her.
She was, and is, way out of my league, and even if that wasn’t a problem, I had no idea where she stood with females. I know she’s had quite a few flings, but I don’t know where her heart lies.
I sigh, realizing that she may not even be home, and turn around to leave when her door creaks open.
“Y/N?” Mor’s tired voice called out, opening the door wider as I turned around.
I ran up the stairs of her porch, launching myself into her arms, barely holding back another wave of tears.
“Oh, hey, it’s okay.” She murmured into my hair, drawing me more tightly into a hug. “Hey, come inside, everything will be alright.”
She led me inside, locking the door behind her, and I went over to her stupidly extravagant couch and sat down, sniffling back the rest of my tears.
“I’m going to make us some hot cocoa, you don’t move.”
After two warm mugs or hot chocolate and me spilling everything that happened, I was exhausted, half laying on her shoulder.
“That’s awful.” Mor said, petting my hair. “You’re not selfish Y/N, and you did nothing wrong.”
I shuddered, trying not to start crying again. “But I did. She’s right, I should have just sucked it up and let people know-”
Morrigan grabbed my chin gently, pulling my head so I was looking into her eyes. “No. If she had truly cared about you, she wouldn’t have kept pulling those little tricks in public. She crossed a line, and honestly, I think you should have dumped her right there and then.”
I laughed lightly, trying not to think about the deep emotion behind her words as her rich brown eyes bored into mine. “You’re forgetting she dumped me.” I say, looking away in an attempt to hide the blush that was now creeping up my cheeks.
“Her loss.” She says, and normally it would be just another reassurance, but the way she said it felt more… personal.
I look at her again, and she’s studying me, her brows knit together in concentration.
My breath turns shallow as she leans forward, her head tilting slightly as she cupped my face with her hand-
And then she gasps, and I feel it too. That string that I felt connecting us- it wasn’t just some emotional attachment as I thought it was.
It was a mating bond.
I quickly pull away at the wide look in her eyes.
She was horrified, she didn’t want this- she was never going to talk to me again.
I went to move off the couch, to run away, to vomit, I didn’t know.
I’m stopped by her hands on my shoulders, pulling me forward and kissing me deeply.
I’m dizzy as she pulls away, both of us gasping for breath. “Don’t go.” She said, letting go with one hand to tuck my hair behind my ear.
“Please don’t go.” She repeats, hugging me closer to her.
I open my mouth to apologize, but I stop. Maybe, maybe for just a minute, I could let myself imagine this is real, that she actually wants me.
So I wrap my arms around her, hugging her back for a long time, and eventually I fall asleep in her arms.
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Yeah so what are your thoughts on the dark ritual in DAO?
LOL ok so i'll try to give two (relatively short) answers, one is a gameplay one, and the other is how i justified in from the lore perspective with my HoF
(GAMEPLAY) The intro of the game where you gather the blood of darkspawn, yeah, the ritual of joining is shrouded in mystery, like "why we don't tell you what is the ritual? dont worry about it wink wink", so you think "hmm is there something wrong with it, what's up?"
So then you start the ritual and BAM you can die during it. One way or another. It feels like "damn ok i'm in it now, but i guess i can see why they kept it a secret, ok, now to play the game and be a hero". Suprises are seemingly over.
then BAM at the end of the game is another reveal that to kill the Archdemon you need to die with it, and, like, ok, it is a bit sudden to give that info to the player who already went through with the Landsmeet and had some plot expectations from it. It feels like a rug being swept from under your feet; and then BAM again here comes Morrigan and says "oh btw you can just not die, just let me have the baby", and, this whole part seems very rushed? Like, ok, there were supposed to be any stakes with choosing who's going to die to end the blight, and suddenly there isn't? (Thats if you're playing a male warden ofc, who can do so himself no matter who's he is in romance with, or you can try and force Alistair to sleep with Morrigan, which i'm not just a fan of. He's already eager to sacrifice himself if you say "i don't wanna die" to Riordan when he says you gotta die to kill AD so why would he agree to a ritual (that he doesn't benefit from) from an apostate (that he dislikes)? If you romance Alistair, then forcing him to sleep with Morrigan is the only choice you have to save your loved one and yourself, but again, would you force someone you love to cheat on you with a person he hates? For a ritual? That he would oppose?)
So, yeah, that whole "die to win" and dark ritual reveal was kinda badly executed IMO
now, to LORE part of why i actually don't mind using the dark ritual
People say that even from in-universe perspective it would be weird to agree to the ritual since the old god would technically still be alive and Morrigan is shady, but you know what? My HoF dgaf.
Now, let's take a look. My HoF is a male Cousland rogue, who was opposed to joining the Grey Wardens when Duncan arrived at the Highever, so that's the angle from which i'm basing my dark ritual choice. It'd be different for different origins methinks.
During Howe's massacre of the castle, Duncan presented the HoF with a "choice":
"Die here or i'll save you to conscript you into GW"
Now. I'm replaying DA2 currently, and this Duncan's offer very much reminds me of Arishok's "we give choice. they can choose to not accept qun and die or to accept the qun and live. #democracy"
So my HoF, who previously stated that he has no interest in joining Grey Wardens, feels very cheated by Duncan using HoF's life as a bargaining chip. It shouldn't have happened! First, Howe slaughtered his entire family, and now Duncan is using the moment to claim HoF's life for his own goal to add numbers to his "glorious murder-suicide" cult? That's fucked up. But HoF doesn't have much choice if he wants to live, so he accepts the offer, with main goal being survival to avenge his family and to live in spite of it all.
So, now we get to the joining, HoF meets Alistair, they gather the blood, meet Morrigan, and go back to the joining ritual. Suddenly HoF sees that you can die from the joining ritual, and from the Duncan also if you reject the joining ritual. what the fuck. Again, there's is no other choice than to accept the outcome that guarantees the bigger chance of survival. HoF goes through with the joining ritual, feeling even more disdain towards GWs.
Joining, Ostagar, saving by Flemeth. HoF and Alistair are the only GW survivors. This is where HoF was about to say "fuck it" and disappear, until Flemeth gathered his ass, after which he decided to wait with rush decisions.
While traveling with Morrigan and Alistair to Lothering, HoF had time to gather his thoughts. He learned that Alistair considered GWs to be his family, and HoF could relate to losing it all at one night, so his disdain towards GWs melted away a bit just for this one guy, who basically lived through the same experience as he did. HoF also found Morrigan interesting and could see reason in some of her actions and decisions, thus they started to form some sort of friendship.
While traveling with these two, HoF found to like Alistair not for just being someone with the same lived experience, but also for a person that he is. You could say it was love, but HoF knew that that couldn't happen, so the best he could do was to be a very good friend.
The longer they traveled, the more HoF understood Alistair's point of view on Wardens as a family, since the adventuring party themselves became some sort of found family to each other. Some of them may not like one another, but they still care for each other's well-being because at the very least, you need them to reach your own goals (committing the dark ritual; avenging the Cousland family; ending the Blight), and at best, they're the ones who you consider friend or even more.
So all this said, HoF found more and more reasons to stay alive, not anymore blinded by anger and revenge, but also for helping those he holds close to his heart. Ending the Blight transformed from being something that he was forced, almost ensalved to do, into something more of a favor for someone he loves.
After gathering all armies, HoF traveled to Denerim where he finally had the chance to kill Howe. He decided to kill everyone who ever associated themselves with Howe, anyone who ever helped him to kill Cousland's family. Be it conspirators, merchants, or even his kids. (Keeping true to his promise, HoF later killed Nathaniel immediately upon learning who he was)
At the Landsmeet, HoF was determined to help Alistair in avoiding the throne, as he wasn't as concerned with grand political scheme as he was with the Alistair's feelings. Thus Anora was made queen, Loghain was executed and Alistair happily gave up any and all rights he had to the royalty. Seemingly a happy end, now to just go to Redcliffe and slay a big evil dragon and the friend's errand is done? WRONG
HEY
GREY WARDEN
WE WANT YOU TO DIE SO FUCKING BAD
HoF and Alistair learn from Riordan that to kill an Archdemon, a warden must sacrifice himself, dying in the process.
He survived the slaughter of his family, he survived the joining, he survived the Fade, Deep Roads, ancient curses and armies of undead, just to die anyways? No. Not gonna happen. HoF will not die killing an Archdemon.
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"I'll do it"
Facecrack of the fucking century. The man who was the only one HoF could relate to, the man who he considered his closest friend, the man he loved and went all this way for. Alistair says he will kill himself to slay the archdemon.
Without even a chance to say his word, HoF gets shut out by Riordan telling them to get ready for march to Denerim tomorrow. Coming out of the room, he is on the point of breaking apart between his will to live in spite of it all and his desire to save Alistair. There seems no other choice than to forfeit his life and sacrifice himself, that is until he happens on Morrigan in the middle of his room.
And now, now we have this picture of Morrigan suggesting HoF a dark ritual, which would save the chosen warden from untimely death and help Morrigan herself with her goal.
Of course HoF would agree to the ritual.
Of course HoF would help his friend who he had no reason to disagree with prior, fully knowing she has her secrets, but still considering her family
Of course HoF would do anything to save Alistair, whom he loves. Had he known about what it takes to kill an Archdemon, he'd force him to become a king, but alas, the "glorious murder-suicide" cult wouldn't tell all it's secrets neither to him, nor Alistair.
So HoF goes through with the ritual, and when the time comes, he leaves Alistair to defend the gates of the city, much to his surprise. HoF has one chance to do it right, and he cant afford to fuck it up even in the slightest. Doesn't matter what Alistair thinks of him, "how could the man who only yesterday refused to die to archdemon, suddnly leave me here to fight lesser battle, and go to face the dragon himself, without me". It is not important. What is important, is that HoF gonna save Alistair, and that HoF is gonna live in spite of it all.
so yeah lorewise i think dark ritual is pretty neat
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