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Adler’s a sucker for a good voice. A strong voice. She doesn’t mind a little authority - and Sebastian doesn’t mind telling her what to do in the bedroom.

Okay so I didn’t get to the tag until I read the whole post and I was totally thinking DA and about to be like waaaaaaaa?? Duncan is my super sweet cinnamon roll who deserved so much more!

vanillatrio replied to your post:The amount I don’t care about Duncan is...

For the first few sentences I thought you meant dragon age Duncan omg

When king Ali yelled at his mom I was like SHOW YOUR MOTHER RESPECT YOUNG MAN

SHE’S DOING THE BEST SHE CAN, ALISTAIR! LEAVE HER ALONE! GOSH!

i suck so hard at making decent looking dudes in games yet i will suffer through his awkward face to romance cassandra

I wouldn’t attempt to make a male Cadash who looked like a carbon copy of Varric or anything. 

Why would I do that?

That would just be SILLY >.>

you know what you must do now. you must write fic featuring the top 3 tropes. doitdoitdoit

Well, Royal Pains, covers Fake Relationship and Friends to Lovers (a bit). SO THERE’S THAT! Also Bed Sharing and Seemingly Unrequited Feelings.

the only tropes that truly matter tbqh

So I wrote for this prompt already, but it was a good set up for an idea I’d had the other day. So getting it prompted again is the PERFECT way to finish it out!

Part One l Part Two

“So,” Aveline drawled, “how doesit feel to finally be back in Kirkwall?”

Varric took a pull of his ale andpropped his feet on his desk while he thought. “About like Iexpected,” he finally said. “Strange, but good.”

“Well, it’s good to have you back.I’m glad you sent word.” Aveline toasted him with her own mug ofale. “Hopefully next time we can get more of the group together.”

“Assuming Raivani decides to comeback?” He laughed, wondering how Daisy’s first voyage was going. Hewas sure it would make a hell of a story.

Aveline tsk’d at him. “Isabela willcome back. She always does. Besides, she knows I’ll put out a priceon her head if she doesn’t.”

Varric cackled at that. “You’vegotten ruthless, Aveline.”

“Just protective of what I careabout.” She paused, eyes shrewd as she looked at him. “Was itdifficult?”

“What? Saving the world?” He gaveher a slow smile. “Nah, it was surprisingly easy.”

She rolled her eyes. “I meantleaving. In your letters it sounded like you’d gotten comfortablethere, and goodbyes are never easy.”

“No. They’re not.” He tried not tothink about his last day there. He tried not think about Cassandra,how soft her lips were when she kissed his cheek, how warm her breathhad been against his skin. If she had asked to him stay, he wouldhave. Without hesitation. That realization had rocked him to hiscore, and hadn’t been far from his mind his entire journey back toKirkwall.

But she hadn’t asked, and he hadn’toffered. They were friends at best. Nothing more.

“Are you all right?” Aveline asked,breaking through his melancholy thoughts.

“Just tired, it was a long trip.”

She nodded and drained her cup, risingfrom her chair. “I’ll let you get some rest. Fenris will be back intown within a couple days, and Isabela’s ship is scheduled to returnin a fortnight. Then we can all welcome you home properly.”

“By getting me shitfaced and stealingmy smalls?”

“That was one time, Varric. Besides,it was Hawke’s idea.”

“Sure, sure.”

Aveline laughed softly and clapped ahand on his shoulder. “It is good to see you again, Varric.”

“Same here, Aveline.”

She smiled at him and slipped out thedoor, leaving him alone with his thoughts. He should sleep, the ideaof resting his own damn bed was a glorious one. Yet, he couldn’tbring himself to settle down for the night.

So he refilled his cup with the last ofthe ale in the jug, and decided to write to Hawke. The least he coulddo was let her know he was alive and well and back in Kirkwall. Maybehe would try to visit her one day, he doubted she’d return toKirkwall ever again. Not when Blondie was a wanted man.

He also thought maybe he would sendword to Skyhold, let them know he had made it safely. The Inquisitorwould like to know, had said as much before he left. Maybe… nah,better not to dwell on whether or not anyone else would care.

And so Varric wrote his letters lateinto the night, and sent them out in the morning. He would not get areply, not for several days at least, and so he went back to his deskto sort everything that had been forgotten in his absence.

Gymnophoria - The sensation that someone is mentally undressing you. 

Send me a word and a character/ship and I will write a drabble. 

It started with a prickling sensation on the back of his neck, like he was being watched. Which, in all honesty, he was part of the Inquisitor’s group at a rural tavern in Orlais, it was highly possible the locals were staring. 

But as his gaze covertly took in the taproom, he realized no one was staring. At least not at him, the Inquisitor though? Well, there was plenty of attention directed that way. 

It wasn’t until he met Cassandra’s gaze across the room, that he realized she was the one who had been staring. Her gaze as it met his was focused with such a single-minded intensity, that he felt like he might be an opponent on the battlefield. 

She dropped her gaze, and he could feel her dark eyes trailing over him. All right, now he felt like prey. 

Swallowing thickly, he shifted in his chair. Her eyes snapped up to meet his. They were caught in each other’s gaze for a long while, finally she tore her eyes away. A wicked smile curving her lips as she nodded toward the stairs. He returned her smile with one of his and nodded. Draining his tankard, he rose from his chair and headed up the steps with a careful gait. 

He had barely made to his door before he could feel her behind him, a welcome presence. 

“Why, Seeker,” he drawled, stepping inside the room. “So untoward downstairs, I feel as if I have been laid bare under your gaze.”

Varric clasped his hands over his chest protectively, lowering his eyes demurely. 

She laughed at that, light and carefree and he was certain he would never, ever grow tired of that sound. Shutting the door with a faint click, she turned to wrap her arms around his neck.

“Not quite yet,” she whispered against his ear, “now strip, dwarf.”