#daff crew

Chapters: 1/20 Fandom: Dragon Age II, Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dragon Age - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Female Cadash/Varric Tethras, Female Cadash & Male Hawke, Male Hawke & Varric Tethras Characters: Shae Cadash, Varric Tethras, Male Hawke (Dragon Age), Cassandra Pentaghast, Bianca Davri, Kieran (Dragon Age), Morrigan (Dragon Age), Solas (Dragon Age) Additional Tags: Starts pre-canon, Outsider POV for DA2, Canon-Typical Violence, Hurt/Comfort, slow emotional burn, Friends to Lovers, Regardless of What That Contract Said, Explicit Sexual Content, Comfort Sex, Hawke Ships It, Dubious Spycraft, Remember Kids: the Carta Is Like the Mob, Dwarf Culture & Customs, My Own Dwarf Lore [side-eyes BW], Background Relationships, Skips Through Canon, Angst and Feels, The Emotional Labor Carried By One Bottle of Whiskey, Happy Ending Summary:

A Carta spy and a jaded author meet and part. And meet and part.

And then there’s a hole in the sky.

Heroes are everywhere, but neither of them really think they fit the bill. They just want some peace and quiet. Guess they’ll have to make it themselves.

 Beta'd by Iron_Angel. NSFW will be marked **. Updates weekly.

Chapter 1 - The Mark

Varric dropped down from the ledge he’d been on, the one she never even noticed in her haste to follow his boot prints.  He held the crossbow at his waist with little effort.  The look on his face was determined for all of a second before it fell away into something both softer and dismayed as he looked at her.

“Am I getting older or are you runners getting younger?”

“I’m twenty,” she snapped, indignant despite the situation.  She was hardly a child.  She’d been working for her father for almost six years now.  She tugged on her sleeve, but he pinned it good.  She’d have to wrestle the bolt out of the wall or tear it to get free.  His aim was meticulous.  She could feel a slice along the top of her wrist, but it was a mere papercut compared to what she knew he could do with his weapon.

“You got a name, sweetheart?”

Chapters: 18/27 Fandom: Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: The Iron Bull (Dragon Age)/Original Female Character(s), Cremisius "Krem" Aclassi & Original Female Character(s) Characters: Mira Foret, The Iron Bull (Dragon Age), Cremisius "Krem" Aclassi, The Bull's Chargers, Original Orlesian Character(s), Original Dalish Character(s) (Dragon Age), Leliana Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Modern Girl in Thedas, pre-Inquistion, Eye Trauma, oc is a healer, OC is a Polyglot, Obligatory Sad Backstory, Canon Trans Character, Found Family, Blood and Gore, Open Relationships, Friends With Benefits, Explicit Consent, Contraceptives, Semi-Public Sex, Size Difference, Service Top Bull, soft domming, Aftercare, Just Because Bull is a Masochist Doesn't Mean He's a Sadist, Merc Life Ain't Easy, Minor Character Death, The healer has the bloodiest hands, Dubious Spycraft, Unplanned Pregnancy, Miscarriage, Ambiguous/Open Ending, part one of a series, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Please Heed Them; Parts of This Are Graphic, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat Series: Part 1 of Driftwood Summary:

Mira Foret has always drifted. No place is home, no one is family.

Until the Iron Bull.

 NSFW will be marked with **. Beta'd by Iron_Angel. Updates on Monday.

Chapter 18 - Of Passing Time and Important Distinctions

“Do you trust me to take tea?” she asked, looking up at him and holding his eye and hopefully hiding her inner thoughts.  He blinked at her. “As a healer, as a displaced woman who's joined a mercenary company and knows fully well that this is no place for a baby, do you trust me to do that?”

“I trust you, Mira.”

She closed the box and slid it across the desk towards him.  It was entirely selfish, and probably incredibly foolish, but this one thing was hers.  Skin on skin, no barriers, no interruptions.  He wouldn't judge.  “Them.”

Inherent in her decision was that she was going to trust him too.  Both to hold up his end of this agreement and to know why she'd decided the way she had.  He nodded and picked up the box, then left her tent.