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Thank you!Roni is shy, but I think he loves you too now

Tagged by @hoehoehoelt. Pretty sure everyone I can think of has already been tagged so going to open it up to whoever wants to do this. :) This one is for my Tabris Warden, Van.

Thanks for the prompt! ❤️ 

113: “ Where did all these puppies come from?” 

Within Skyhold there were few reasons for her to worry. The fortress had a hundred comforts, and plenty more defenses even though not a single enemy had ever been observed in patrol range. That was weird, but Evelyn had gotten used to weird. What she would never get used to was the rare occasion her Commander was late.

She eyed the two Advisors in attendance. Josephine’s dark brows shot up, pen poised in innocent question above her ever-present clipboard, while Leliana’s steel grey eyes had a mischievous glint to them. Honestly, it was all the information Evelyn needed.

Glad it was something random, and not an episode, she felt herself smile. “I should just go see for myself, shouldn’t I?”

The Nightingale then giggled. “Yes, you should,” she agreed in her lilting Orlesian accent. Josie’s hand lifted, pen twined between her fingers, and touched at the smile tugging at her mouth.

“Right,” Evelyn drawled, slowly backing away from the War Table. She shot them one final look before departing.

The Main Hall was still relatively quiet. There were a few chevaliers milling about. New arrivals, but familiar ones from Halarmshiral. Thankfully, they were content to receive a warm welcome from the Inquisitor and let her be on her way. Beyond that Varric was missing from his usual haunt and Solas was high on the scaffold painting, so it was easy enough to slip from the keep and across the bridge leading directly to his tower.

The door swung into something, preventing it from opening all the way. It yelped. Cursing, Evelyn slipped inside and snatched up the little furball she had unintentionally whacked. The dark grey mabari puppy kicked all of its legs, stump waggling with excitement and tried to repeatedly tried to lick her in the mouth.

“Pbbt. Ick. No.” She held it out at arm’s length. “You’re cute but no.”

“Ev!” A sheepish smile flashed across Cullen’s flushed face. “Thank the Maker you’re here. I could use some help.” He pulled his hand from his nape to gesture around him in defeat.

There had to be a dozen puppies in his office. Using various pieces of furniture most of them were corralled off in one corner of the room with him, but they kept trying to escape. This appeared to be one battle her dear Commander couldn’t win.

She handed over the one in her arms. “Cullen —“ A slightly hysterical laugh bubbled up her throat when one started taking a crap by the west door.

He followed her line of sight and groaned. “Dammit.”

She patted his breastplate in sympathy then bent over to pick up the offender as he ran by. Cullen gave the roan puppy a half-hearted scowl before smiling and setting him down. While he pulled the ones trying to escape back into their makeshift prison, Evelyn went to collect the rest.

“Where did all these puppies come from?”

“The chevaliers from the ball you sent to rescue me from all those—“ he cut off, expression blackening as he recalled all the unwanted advances.

“Assholes?” She offered, picking up the puppy chewing on the sofa.

He snorted. “Thank you. I met them in the courtyard this morning when they arrived for a visit. They made mention of a gift. I had no idea; I just told them to have it sent to my office.”

Evelyn handed over the last one wreaking havoc. The other two were sleeping on his desk, of all places, and would be fine for the time being. “Well, I’m glad something good came out of it all.”

Cullen frowned then, the action slight. “Lots of good came from it thanks to you.”

“I meant for you personally,” she specified, enjoying the hint of color tinting his cheeks. “All I got was a bunch of marriage proposals.”

He reached for her as she stepped away. “Wait! Evelyn!” Cullen cursed under his breath and released her to tug a puppy back into the pen. While occupied, the grey one she hit with the door bounded out and laid down on her boot. “You can’t tell me something like that and just leave.”

Just then the west door flung open.

“Cole said you guys— Oh shit! There’s shit!” Bull laughed. The pile of crap had smeared into an unfortunate arc. Cullen made some sound that may have been a whine, but when she looked, he appeared ever much the same.

Within moment all of the puppies, except the grey one that had taken a liking to her, had been whisked away by the Chargers. Dennett was sure to have temporary space for them until something could be set up in the barracks. Once alone, Evelyn grabbed his arm as he walked past her to begin to put the furniture back where it belonged.

Cullen stilled, and said nothing. Evelyn scratched at the whiskers his hands had been too shaky to shave as of late. He relaxed into the touch.

“You know you don’t need to worry about anything like that, right?”

He exhaled then, slow and deep. His doeskin glove wrapped around her hand. He placed a kiss in her palm. “I know, love. It’s just—“

The puppy began to bark and growl at Cullen.

“Perfect,” he said laconically when it stopped the split-second he stopped touching her.

“Don’t worry.” Evelyn picked up the adorable thing. “He’ll learn to love you just as much as I do,” she said, ruffling the puppy’s ears. It licked her hand enthusiastically.

Maker help her, Cullen blushed. Ignoring the puppy’s little barks, she leaned up for a soft, teasing kiss.

Decided to write about Adair and Vallarevas Lavellan, my oldest Inquisitor (she’s 34 when Inquisition begins) so here she’s a bit younger and Adair is a child escaping Tevinter. Enjoy!

Based on a prompt game: 13. You don’t have anything to fear with me.

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The merchant caravan had wandered far too close to the place Clan Lavellan had been set up. This far up north, the hunters were nervous- slavers could be nearby.

Vallarevas had been tailing the wagon around the edge of the woods, waiting for them to take a turn towards the camp. They would eventually. She had an arrow knocked just for them, with a quick prayer for Andruil’s blessing.

The wagon stopped, and Vallare watched them curiously from the treetops. What was their play now? Hot headed as she was, she decided, screw the plan. Confront them directly.

The merchant walked back towards the cart, but Vallare dropped in front of him, aiming her arrow at his throat. He gave a satisfying yelp at the sight of her.

“State your business here, shem.”

The human threw up his hands, backing away. “I-I was looking for a Dalish clan, m'lady, I mean no harm-”

“Your people always do harm,” Vallare snapped. “Your people enslaved me, and thousands of my people!”

The merchant stumbled and tripped, landing hard on the ground as he tried to get away. He pointed at his cart desperately. Keeping her arrow trained on him, Vallare reached to remove the fabric that covered up the goods.

A little squeak came from the cart, too realistic to come from an animal. She turned and saw a young white-haired boy with pointed ears. He was startled, clearly, but stared at Vallare’s vallaslin with reverence.

Vallare could recognize that look: the fear mingled with the desperate sparkle of hope. The caravan had come from the north. This boy was newly freed, not unlike Vallare had been many years ago.

She lowered her arrow and turned towards the little boy, but was careful to keep an eye on the merchant.

“Andaran atish'an,” Vallare said softly to him, kneeling down to be eye level with him. “I am Vallarevas, of Clan Lavellan. What is your name?”

The boy sat a little bit taller at her gentle tone. “Adair,” he peeped.

“Adair,” Vallare repeated, letting a soft smile overtake her features. She remembered what the merchant said- that he was looking for Dalish. “Are you here to find a clan, Adair?”

Adair nodded eagerly and Vallare reached out her hand to help him climb out of the wagon. She turned to the merchant. “You did a good thing, shemlen.”

The merchant smiled and gave a little wave to Adair before climbing back on his wagon and heading out of the woods.

“Don’t worry, Adair,” Vallare said to her new little lethallin. “You don’t have anything to fear with me.”

The boy squeezed her hand in thanks, a bright smile on his face.

Aaahhh so sorry I haven’t answered this one yet! I honestly don’t really know what to say???? My characters are a bit.. uninteresting if you ask me. I have information on them under their tags; #Antares Meissa, #Adrastos Andreia and #Helia Lux.

Anyway, Antares tends to be a bit of a dick compared to my other kids, whereas Helia for example looks like a cinnamon roll and is an actual cinnamon roll. Adrastos on the other hand is just a scaredy cat, but mostly because he’s especially clumsy when he’s not on a ship or in water. You’d almost think the kid’s supposed to be a merman.