Dragon Age Fanfics

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age: Inquisition Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cullen Rutherford/Female Trevelyan, Female Inquisitor/Cullen Rutherford Characters: Cullen Rutherford, Female Trevelyan, Female Inquisitor (Dragon Age), Cullen’s Desk - Character, Sera (Dragon Age) Additional Tags: Pranks, Laughter Summary:

Cullen’s desk had developed a bit of a wobble. He kept meaning to try to figure out what was causing it, but other things kept demanding his attention and he hadn’t gotten around to it yet. And then one evening, the Inquisitor helps him solve the problem, in a rather indirect manner.

This blog is officially on a hiatus.

We will return most likely in a month, November first at the latest, I would say. This is going to give mod Rose and I a chance to prepare the blog for some big stuff, and also just take time to ourselves. It’s a lot easier to stop posting on the blog when you aren’t stressed out and anxious about it. 

We will, of course, make the occasional post, and ask you guys a few questions, post a few polls, but we will not be taking any fics. If you have any questions, you can contact us at [email protected] OR you can contact me directly right here!

I’m going to fill up the queue now, and then let it run out. And then we’ll be back!

And we have BIG things planned for when we come back!

Okay I just played this scene with Pell, so, have a drabble. Also I’m not very good at drabbles. Ahem.

Pairing: Solas x Pell Lavellan Rating: G Warnings: none Words: 598 Read here or AO3

The words had been hovering on my tongue ever since I’d sat up in bed, my heart beating fast. They danced around in the back of my head as I made my way downstairs, hand sliding along the wooden railing. They knocked at the back of my eyeballs when I stopped to talk to Josephine behind her ridiculously large desk.

“They’re waiting for you in the War Room,” she said, smiling.

“Oh,” I said. “Thank you.”

Those weren’t the words.

I made my way down the hallway, eyeing the slanting bit of sunlight piercing through the broken rubble. It would take an entire village—no, an army, to put this place back together. It wasn’t my concern, even if Cassandra would try to convince me otherwise.

I pushed against the heavy wooden door, not bothering to knock.

“See? I told you he would come.”

Leliana’s self-satisifed lightly accented voice brought scowls to the faces of her two companions. Cullen folded his arms over his chest while Cassandra walked towards me.

“Where have you been?” she asked. “We are trying to make sense of this place. I am trying to convince the others that we need a dedicated training yard.”

“Not at the expense of a place for the healers to set up,” said Cullen. “My soldiers aren’t so expendable as to be trained and thrust onto the battlefield without hope of being cared for afterward.”

“Do you think I do not care for the health and safety of our soldiers?” came the angry retort.

“Perhaps we should all sit down and breathe for a moment,” said Leliana. “Would anyone like something to drink? By the way, did you know there is quite the sizable cellar to house spirits below the castle? Of course it is mostly empty now, but Josie will…”

“That monster could be tracking us as we speak, and you speak of wine cellars?” asked Cassandra.

“Come now, Seeker,” said Cullen. “There’s no need to snap at anyone like that. I’m sure we can all agree that preparing for the battle against Corypheus is our priority.”

“Fine. Then what is to be our first move?”

“Perhaps we should ask our new inquisitor,” suggested Leliana.

Cullen nodded and turned to me. “A fine suggestion. Inquisitor? What do you think. It’s true there is room for a sparring yard and even a barracks. But we’ve got wounded who need immediate tending to.”

“I kissed Solas in the Fade,” I blurted out.

The room went silent while everyone stopped and stared at me.

“You—You did what?” Cassandra finally asked.

“I—oh.” Cullen chuckled and looked away, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Oh,” said Leliana, brightening, “How delightful! I knew there was something going on between you two!”

I gaped at them all.

“That’s all you have to say?” I asked. “So what by the grace of Mythal am I supposed to do about it?”

Cullen shook his head and held his hands up, as if to say he was the wrong person to propose such a question to, and Cassandra was still staring at me in shock.

“Kiss him again?” suggested Leliana.

I groaned and dropped my head into my hands.

“You call yourselves my advisors?” I said, my voice muffled behind my hands.

Leliana’s light-hearted laughter filled the empty room, the sound echoing off the dilapidated stone walls and ceiling.

Maybe if I were lucky I’d be torn apart by demons before ever having to speak to Solas again, I thought.

Chapter summary: Hangovers and reunions

Summary: Someone walks out of Cullen’s past and into Skyhold, and he discovers how little he really knew about an old friend. Post-DAI, friendship and very slow romance, with a heavy dose of mabari.

Rating: Mature, mostly for language and frank discussion of some subjects.

Notes: Cullen, Warden Surana, Timur (Dog from DAO), Leliana, Alistair, Anora, Fergus. The Inquisitor and some of the DAI cast are present, but not major characters.

Warning: At least one eventual scene involving a death may be upsetting to some people.

Roses (Ch.12)

The next morning at breakfast, Surana only picked at her food, favoring the black coffee that Leliana kept pouring into her mug with an air of bright cheerfulness that even irritated Cullen. Finally Arisha glowered at Leliana, holding up a spoon of porridge threateningly. “Nightingale, keep it up and I’m going to forget that you’re being made Divine in a couple of weeks.”

“Why, what makes you say that, Arisha?” The ex-spymaster’s voice was as innocent as the expression on her face. “My, you do look a bit under the weather this morning.”

The warden threatened her with the spoon of porridge for a moment longer before putting it back in the bowl with a groan and covering her eyes with both thin, scarred hands. “Did you really think if you insisted on a party last night, of all nights, that I might indulge a bit too much? Yes, I have a sodding headache. What did you expect? At least I’m not hiding in the Undercroft.” Despite his own uneasy reflections about yet another conversation which went from tense to friendly then abruptly to awkward, Cullen felt some sympathy for her this morning. Timur, however, sneezed in amusement, earning himself a glower from his friend.

“No fear of that, at least.” Cadash’s cheerfully opaque remark earned her a glare in turn, but the Inquisitor simply responded to her glare by pushing a tiny bottle down to Surana past Adan’s empty chair. “Thought you might be feeling last night’s ale this morning. Here, a little something Adan whips up for me. Add it to your coffee. Trust me, it helps.”

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Summary: When Ilana Lavellan gets the chance to reunite with her friend and partner Fenarel Sabrae, it goes horribly wrong and leaves her questioning everything about her new life at the Inquisition - including whatever might have been developing between her and Blackwall.

Notes: My perfectionist streak is making me apologize for the fact that this doesn’t feel as, ahem, filled out as it could be. But I really, really don’t need another thing on my WIP list and this wouldn’t go away (especially since I was already on my way to writing something with this Lavellan). Also, I got some pretty mixed reviews for my new chapter that I slaved over, so… have some angst! Title comes from “Into the West” aka the ending song for The Return of the King. Also, thanks and a shout-out to Project Elvhen on AO3 for helping me come up with a name for Mahariel (Eirean = Snow Bird). Ilana’s name comes from a previous character and was a bit too perfect not to use for my Lavellan.

Major pairings: Ilana Lavellan/Fenarel Sabrae, Ilana Lavellan/Blackwall, Eirean Mahariel/Leliana

Background pairings: Jeannie Hawke/Merrill, past Eirean Mahariel/Tamlen.

Tags: Angst, Jealousy, UST, Reunions

Below the cut: Original prompt, Chapter 1

An incredibly handsome elf visits Skyhold. Cullen is jealous. Cassandra Pentaghast is positively swooning.

AO3 link | SFW, Cullen x Amell, Zevran x Cassandra and special thanks to Cremisius Aclassi and Isabela for their cameos. Around 1.4K words. Written for mooncosmicdelight!

Cassandra Pentaghast never considered herself a particularly frisky woman. Her upbringing as a sheltered princess of Nevarra saw her locked away in her own world of fantasies and adventures. As time passed and she grew, so did her fancies, her imagination active like never before. Dashing princes smelling like roses and wearing shiny armor became strong warriors with sweaty bodies and broad shoulders, the young princess became a sensual goddess, whose love was ardent and unforgettable. Such was the appeal of the works written by one Varric Tethras, the reason why she spent so much of her time reading, sitting on her favorite stump in Skyhold’s courtyard. She never once imagined to find a man so charming he could sweep her off her feet and have her fanning herself when no one was looking, but the day had come, and she had not been ready.

This blog is officially on a hiatus.

We will return most likely in a month, November first at the latest, I would say. This is going to give mod Rose and I a chance to prepare the blog for some big stuff, and also just take time to ourselves. It’s a lot easier to stop posting on the blog when you aren’t stressed out and anxious about it. 

We will, of course, make the occasional post, and ask you guys a few questions, post a few polls, but we will not be taking any fics. If you have any questions, you can contact us at [email protected] OR you can contact me directly right here!

I’m going to fill up the queue now, and then let it run out. And then we’ll be back!

And we have BIG things planned for when we come back!

Ari'elle art by Cocotingo!

Chapter 8

Rating: Explicit (eventually)

Relationship: Female Lavellan/ Inquisitor Cullen Rutherford

Tags: Romance, Angst

Link: AO3

Summary: Ari'elle has long held a fascination for the humans, a love of the things they created. It wasn’t until she saved one that she thought she could fall in love with one of them, though. Determined to follow her heart, she made a dangerous deal with the Mage living within the forest, and then set out to join the Inquisition.

A world of Thedas retelling of The Little Mermaid!

Ari’elle stepped into the clearing, keeping her bow low but at the ready. She paused for a moment, taking in the scene. That strange glowing Rift still hovered in the air, taller than she was. Around it were six or seven fighters, engaging the creatures spawned by the Rift. Her heart gave an excited leap when her eyes landed on a man fighting one of the plant-like monsters, his face covered by a snarling animal visage, black and red fur over his shoulders. Her human. He was alright, seemingly unhurt from their trip down the river.

Tearing her eyes away, she narrowed in on the enemies. Her human was fine, holding his own against the monster he was fighting. The other two walking monsters were engaged as well, and there were a handful of the floating ones who were all sending blasts of magic around the clearing.

With a smooth pull of her arms, she brought her bow up and fired. Before she saw if she had hit, mostly because she already knew she had, she had another arrow notched, and sent it on its way as well. The yellow floating creature screamed as the first arrow pierced it, turning in time to have the second catch it in the chest. It shrieked at her, not advancing any closer, but instead thrust out its arms and sent a volley of magic streaming at her.

“Solas!” she cried out.

He stiffened, then relaxed, turning to face her as she closed the distance between them.

“I suspect you have quest…”

His sentence was cut off as her fist connected with his jaw.  She put her whole weight behind it, like Bull had shown her, and he staggered, tripping over a loose cobblestone and landing flat on his ass, face slack with shock.

Bull’s laughter roared out, almost covering up Varric’s snort.  “Had that one coming, Chuckles,” said the dwarf.

“Oh, well done, my dear,” Vivienne chimed in.

El’adar said nothing, just glared down at Solas where he lay, fists still clenched. She was surprised when his laughter rang out as well.

“Still full of surprises, ma vhenan.”  The endearment made El’adar raise her fists again, and he held up a hand in surrender.  “Perhaps before you render me incapable of speech, you might let me explain?”

“Talk fast,” she growled, and he rose to his feet, graceful as ever.

“Very well.”

Title: Steal Away

Author: Calyah

Rating: M (explicit sexual content), NSFW, shameless smut

Pairing: Abelas/Ellya Lavellan

Words: ~4000

Summary: It’s been weeks since Ellya Lavellan was last alone with Abelas. She decides to remedy that by stealing him away into the woods for a little fun.

Author’s Notes: Thank you to saarebitch both for the prompt and for looking it over before I posted. I had too much nervous energy with the announcement of the DLC, so I channeled that towards smut. (Note: all my smut is considered standalone “non-canon”. Just for a fun romp with a preestablished relationship).

AO3 LINK for those who prefer that format.

Ellya sipped on her juice, letting the fizzy and fermented concoction roll across her tongue. It was tropical and sweet, a true delicacy of the north and the distinctive drink of Clan Dirthelan. Ellya took another sip and looked around the main encampment. Night had fallen and the festivities had started. Ribbons and lanterns hung in the trees, children ran laughing through the crowds, and the steady beat of drums and the whistle of instruments floated across the air.

It was a time for celebration, a time for friendship and community: the event a welcoming gesture towards her and her allies in honor of their ability to unite the clans across Thedas.

“Keeper Lavellan?”

Ellya cringed at the honorific, one that felt empty with no clan to lead, but she turned towards the sound of the voice at her back.

“Yes?” she asked the young hunter who stood before her.

The elven woman smiled, the line of June’s vallaslin crinkling along her skin. “The dancing is about to start. Keeper Maelanni thought you’d like to see.”

Written for persnicketese as part of a trade through daficswap.  They requested angst!  I started crying, so hush.  Yes, I suffer with you.

Alis Trevelyan is not my OC.

Saw Trespasser trailer. Couldn’t help myself. AO3

“We saved Ferelden, and they’re angry. We saved Orlais, and they’re angry!”

Rage coils from deep in her stomach where it’s been lying hidden and repressed far too long. It spirals upwards, through her chest, into her face, hot and bitter. Rises along with her voice.

“We closed the breach twice. And my own hand wants to kill me!” She loosens her grip on nothing and glares at her palm; blasted, glowing thing that’s no longer a part of her.

Signs of Affection: A Promise. Cullen x Lavellan. sfw. AO3.

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Maker, but he’s nervous.

For a moment, he just stares at her, every single word forgotten. She smiles up to him, her hand in his, warm and sweaty, squeezing softly, encouraging. She’s never been more beautiful. He swallows.

“I… promise to,” his voice is hoarse and raspy, and he has to clear his throat.

“I promise to be true to you in good times and bad, in sickness and in health. I will love you and honor you all the days of my life.”

She’s beaming with love, smiling, giving him the slightest nod. You’re doing well, love.

“I promise that I will always cherish our partnership and our love. I will trust you and respect you, sharing everything with you, in joy and sadness. I will laugh with you and cry with you as long as we both live.”

She blinks, trying to hold back the tears that are welling up in her eyes.

“I promise that I’ll repair my roof some day.”

Her snort sounds through the chapel, and she presses her hand over her mouth. He chuckles softly.

“I promise that I won’t let you win at chess on purpose anymore.”

“Cullen!” she glares at him, but her eyes are laughing, filled with pure joy.

“I promise that I’ll always be there for you. I promise that I will love you, always and forever. Together we will face everything the world throws at us.”

He lifts her hand, slightly trembling like his own, and pushes the small ring onto her finger. And so does she, and he’s never been happier in his entire life.

She’s biting her lip, still laughing, the tears in her eyes now flowing freely down her cheeks. He squeezes her hand as they turn to face the cleric again.

“I hereby pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.”

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Thank you so much for beta reading and fixing some things: my lovely friends n7rogue and pixiedurango

Thank you so much for the wonderful art: the ever lovely and my awesome friend luluchenofdarnassus

I love you all.

As promised. :)

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Also available on AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/4251597/chapters/10642752

Chapter 14: The Things We Want

The air crackled and sparked as Thea called down another barrage of lightning on the Freeman of the Dales. The Venatori mage Gordian, who had infiltrated the Freeman ranks, was trying to match his own magic to hers, but it was a battle of attrition that he was slowly losing. Dancing away from an enemy blade, she directed a flow of ice directly at the other mage’s heart, forcing him to stagger back. Taking advantage of her opponent’s distraction, Thea dug her dagger deep into his heart. Gordian flailed for a moment, his lifeblood leaking out of the fresh wound, then lay still. She wiped her blades on the Venatori’s Orlesian armor before turning away and barking a short order to her companions. “Search the bodies. I want to know if this was the last of them of if I’m going to have to wade through even more undead in this maker-forsaken warzone.”

From the corner of her eye, she could see Varric and Dorian exchange a wary look, but Bull set to it immediately, poking at the dead and shaking down their corpses to ensure nothing was missed. The other men joined him after a brief pause while Thea climbed the nearby tower to scout the surrounding area. Or at least, that was what she told her friends.

In reality, she needed to step away and give herself a chance to breathe. It was not the near constant state of battle she had been in since they arrived in the Plains; she was used to that. To be honest, it gave her something on which to focus her energy and distract her thoughts. It felt good to pour her emotions into something productive, and each spell, each thrust of her blade, each well placed arrow bled a little bit more of the anger and frustration from her heart.

Yet it always seemed to find its way back in, didn’t it?